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Finn is so cute with children 😭

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I’m literally so obsessed with unexpected gifts!!! can I be on the taglist?

Yes of course!!❤️

I REALLY need some help with a title! I’m begging!🥺🥺 I want to post the first part but I have no title!

Chris Evans Fic?

I watched Gifted then I had this dream. I started writing it, and it became way longer than I expected. It’s going to have to become a multi-part fic and this will be the first ever one for me. So, if y’all would be interested, drop some title ideas in the comments.

Here is the summary/snippet of it.

After college, you moved to L.A. to begin pursuing your dream in the movie industry. You started with an internship and worked your way into the position of stunt coordinator by the age of 25. Your life was finally working out, You were finishing the first week of training with the Marvel cast for "Avengers: Age of Ultron." You had it all put together until your younger sister took her life, left you full custody of her two-month-old daughter, and you found the love of your life. 

Hey I was wondering if you could tag me in Unexpected Gifts? I just read the first 5 chapters and I love it 💕

Yes! Of course!!💕💕

“Unexpected Gifts” Pt.6

Story Summary: After college, you moved to L.A. to begin pursuing your dream in the movie industry. You started as an intern and worked your way to leading stunt coordinator for the Marvel franchise on the set of the movie “The Avengers: Age of Ultron.” After the first week, you get a call that changes your life forever. You sister took her life, left you with her two month old daughter, and you are falling in love with one shield wielding maniac. 

Pairings: Chris Evan x Reader 

Warnings: None. Maybe one cuss word

A/N: bold italics is a flash back 

{Part 1}     {Part 2}     {Part 3}     {Part 4}     {Part 5}     

Three weeks had passed and you were packing your bags for filming. You ended up not getting someone to keep Olivia. She was three months old and in three months she had been through enough. You decided that it was just better to bring her with you. Everyone was used to her, so it wasn’t a problem.

It was around four in the morning and you were getting dressed to head to the airport. The first location of filming was New York. You were trying not to wake Olivia as you got ready.

Over the last three week, your routine became more natural. You figured out different cries from Olivia and what she wanted. She even began to recognize things. It was an amazing thing to watch her reach different milestones. 

She would move her head to follow the toys in front of her. When Olivia would lay on her tummy, she would push-up on her arms and hold her head up. Chris was over at your apartment when she first held her head up.

Olivia is on the floor on her stomach, and you are next to her. Chris is laying on the couch, half asleep. You and Chris have become even closer over the last few weeks. Olivia is cooing and wiggling on the floor. You think you are seeing things when her head first lifts off the play mat. You start watching her intently. She does it again, raising her head just barely off the floor.

“Chris!” You call out excitedly.

He shoots up from the couch. “Huh! What?” He questions.

“She’s is holding her head up!” You smile up at him. He moves down to the floor and lays on his stomach facing her. She turns her head and looks at Chris while holding her head up.

“Good job Livie!” Chris coos at her with a smile.

Chris had become your best friend in a way. He was always willing to hang out or get you something if you needed it. Sometimes you would makeup something just so he would come over.

You finished getting dressed and began taking all the luggage down to your car. Once you finished that it was almost five and you needed to be leaving for the airport.

You hated to do it, but you had to get Olivia up and changed. You gently picked her up and laid her on your bed. You changed her diaper and put her in a clean onesie to travel in, normally she would have worn a cute outfit but it was just the airport. Luckily after changing her, she went back to sleep. You strapped her in her car seat and turned off all the lights. You locked your front door and headed for the car.

After getting in your car, you felt your phone buzz. You checked it and it was a message from Chris making sure you were up. You smiled at your phone. He was just too sweet. You responded that you were up and on your way to the airport. 

You arrived at the airport and got inside. You found the gate for your flight. The entire flight was booked out for cast and crew. Chris was already at the gate half asleep in a chair. You set your bag beside him and it made a slight thud. He opened his eyes and looked around. 

“Good morning sleepyhead!” You beamed at Chris with a smile. He smiled back at you. Olivia was strapped into the chest carrier around your torso. 

“Good morning to you two beautiful girls.” You blushed at his words. You turned around, so your back was to Chris, he got the hint and reached up to undo the buckle of the carrier. 

You gently got Olivia out and passed her to Chris. She was also half asleep. She yawned as she laid against Chris’s chest. It was almost as if that was her safe place. “Oh yeah Livie, I feel you.” Chris chuckled. 

You sat down beside Chris and smiled as he held Olivia. “You better be careful. People will be taking pictures and posting that you have a secret child.” You laughed. 

Chris continued to rub Olivia’s back until she was fully asleep again. “People can’t ever mind their own business.” He said.

“I think that comes in the job description.” 

He laughed softly. You both sat at the gate talking until it was time to board the plane. You found a seat and sat down with Olivia in your arms. It was a row of three seats, you were in the window seat. Chris made his way down the aisle and plopped down into the aisle seat of your row. 

“You couldn’t help yourself, could you?” You teased. 

“No, I needed to be next to the two most beautiful girls.” Chris smirked.

Scarlett poked her head up from the row behind you. “Excuse you?” She quirked her eyebrow. 

“Sorry, sorry. Correction, the three most beautiful girls.” You all laughed. 

You knew how good of a relationship Scarlett and Chris had, and it was fun to watch at times. They were close and you didn’t mind it. 

Everyone boarded the flight and take off began. The flight was easy. Olivia was as easy going as the first time you flew with her. A couple hours later, the plane landed in New York. Everyone made it off the flight and through the airport to the vans waiting outside. Chris was ushered onto a van with the cast, while you and Olivia were put on a van with the stunt crew. You got Olivia’s car seat and strapped her in.  The luggage was loaded and the vans left for the hotel. 

Chris powered his phone on and it began to blow up with notifications from Twitter and text messages with screenshots of pictures. Just like you said, people had taken pictures of him holding Olivia and playing with her this morning in the airport.

“So has @ChrisEvans been keeping a secret?”

“Does @ChrisEvans have a secret?”

“🤨🤨🤨 @ChrisEvans”

“@ChrisEvans with a baby!😍 my ovaries are exploding”

“Daddy!😍😍😍 @ChrisEvans”

Chris ignored the posts on twitter and the text messages. He decided he wasn’t going to tell you because he knew it would make you feel bad and you would blame yourself.

Once you were at the hotel, you grabbed your large suitcase and held Olivia’s car seat in the other hand. You began trudging for the elevator. Chris rushed up beside you and took your suitcase from your hand. 

“You know you could ask for help.” He stated as the elevator doors opened. 

“I know, but I don’t like bothering people.” You said adjusting the grip in the car seat handle. He shook his head and laughed. 

“You are stubborn.” He teased.

“What? Can’t handle it?” You smirked up at him. 

“Oh, I can handle it just fine, baby girl.” Your cheeks turned bright red at the sound of the pet name. You were glad it was just you two and Olivia in the elevator. While in the elevator, you could hear Chris’s phone dinging over and over again.

“Is your phone ringing?” You questioned.

“No, it’s probably just emails.” He said looking in front of him.

“Are you sure?” You looked up at him.

“I’m sure.” Chris said. It continued buzzing. You reached into his pocket and grabbed his phone. “Y/N, it’s nothing.”

You looked at the screen and saw a picture from the airport this morning and 15 notifications from Twitter.

“We’re you going to tell me?” You asked.

“No, I didnt want you to think it was your fault or for you to feel bad.” Chris stated.

“Well, it is my fault! And I do feel bad!” You sighed. “If I hadn’t handed Olivia to you, no one would have taken pictures of you and rumors wouldn’t be spreading that you have a secret child!”

The elevator sounded as you reached the tenth floor. You stepped off and walked to your door.

“Chris, I’m so sorry! I don’t want to make your life anymore complicated than it already is. So if you change your mind about waiting, I’ll understand.” You said as you pushed open your door.

Chris followed you in with your luggage. You set Olivia’s car seat on the bed.

“Y/N, you and Olivia do not complicate anything. Like you said, it’s in the job description.” He said looking down at you. “I want you and I want Olivia. The fact that you’re handling all this so well, makes me want you even more. You are so strong and you are being a hero in my opinion. I will wait as long as I have too.” Chris kissed your forehead.

You just looked up at him. “I don’t think you’re human.” You said. Chris laughed. “You are an Angel.”

“I’m not an angel.” He said. You smiled at him.

“How are you going to handle the rumors?” 

“Don’t worry about that.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead.

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“Treated Right”

Summary: Chris shows the reader how she should truly be treated.

Warnings: None.

A/N: I write in first person, it’s just easier to me. I’m also fully aware that Joe Johnson, the real director, is not a true jerk. It was again just easier. Also, the reader is from the Texas. I’m from the south and I thought it added something🤷🏼‍♀️

Somehow, at the age of twenty-two, I was hired as one of three director’s assistants for “Captain American: The First Avenger.” Each of us had different jobs, but mine I felt mine was definitely the best. I was the line of communication from the director and producers to the actors, mainly Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, and Hayley Atwell. But like all jobs there was a small down side, mine being the jerk of the century in my boss, Joe Johnston. The upside to this job heavily out weighed the down though, I met my best friend and boyfriend, Chris Evans.

I was first hired after the casting and such. My first day meeting the three stars, I would closely work with, was in a meeting. Chris, Sebastian, and Hayley were all brought to New York to go over a few changes in script.

They all came in and sat down in the conference room. Chris looked around. “Is there any coffee any where?” He asked.

Joe immediately said, “The girl-“ he looked at me, “is on her way to get some. Just tell her what you’d like.” I wanted to roll my eyes and scoff, but I kept it to myself. “The girl? Really? I have a name.” I thought to myself. I just smiled at the three stars and nodded. Chris wanted a medium coffee with two sugars and whole milk. Sebastian wanted a large black coffee. I almost gagged. “Who can drink that?” I thought. Hayley asked for a water. Joe wanted his usual. I wrote everything down and headed down to the small coffee cart in the lobby.

Marisa was the young girl who worked the coffee cart and she was kind of my only friend some days. I handed her the paper with the order on it. We made small talk while she fixed the drinks.

“Y/N, I’m out of whole milk.” She said as she fixed Chris’ coffee. “Really?” I whined a little. “What do you have?”

“2% milk, half and half, almond milk, and vanilla creamer.” She listed them off. “I don’t want to just put something in Chris Evans’ coffee. What if he notices?” I panicked a little not wanting to get further on the bad side of my boss.

“Well I can put those four in small cups and he can pick, them it’s not your fault.” Marisa thought of the idea. “That could work!” I perked up. She fixed four small cups with each and labeled them.

I returned to the conference room with what looked to be eight drinks. Before having a millisecond to explain, Joe jumped on me. “Eight drinks! Are you incompetent?” He shook his head. Chris and Sebastian both looked at each other as if they wanted to say something.

I passed out the drinks, Chris’ last. “Mr. Evans, the coffee cart was out of whole milk.” I stated as I placed his coffee down. “These four cups have different options, 2% milk, half and half, almond milk, and vanilla creamer. I wasn’t sure which you would like.” I said smiling.

“Thank you, very thoughtful.” Chris smiled at me. “I’ll take the half and half, and please just call me Chris.” He said. I nodded and handed it to him. Chris fixed his coffee then I cleaned up the trash.

As I was throwing away the extra cups, Joe looked at me. “You can go sit in the hall now.” I turned and looked at him. I nodded and grabbed my small bag and exited. Chris and Sebastian exchanged yet another look. I closed the door and sat on a bench in the hall for the next two hours.

Two hours later, Hayley exited the room followed by Sebastian then Chris and Joe. He glared at me. “You’re done for the day.” He said coldly. I nodded and began to put my laptop away. Joe said his goodbyes to the three stars and walked back into the conference room. Hailey and Sebastian did the same and went for the elevator. Chris leaned against the wall and watched me pack my things. I looked up at him and smiled.

“You know, you don’t have to take that from him.” He stated. I laughed and stood up. “But I do. He’s my boss and if I said anything back, I would end up fired.”

“You could at least remind him that you have a name.” Chris said. “You do have a name right?” He raised his eyebrow.

I laughed and blushed slightly. I couldn’t help that he was attractive and quite the flirt. “Yes, I do have a name.”

“And your name would be?” He stood up from leaning on the wall.

“Y/N” I said with a smile.

“Hmm, well see I think that sounds much better than ‘girl’.” Chris said. “How about you join me for lunch, Y/N?” He asked.

I raised my eyebrow. “You want ME to join you for lunch?” I was shocked.

“Yes, I would like to show you how a woman should be treated.” Chris stated. I blushed five shades of red.

“Ok.” I giggled and put my bag on my shoulder. He smiled and began walking with me to the elevator. “I know a great little cafe.” Chris said.

We left the Marvel offices and began walking. Talking to Chris was easy and it just flowed. We made it to the small cafe and were able to get a table outside. It was beautiful day. We sat down and our conversation just continued to flow.

“So what did you do to end up at the end of Joe’s anger?” Chris asked. I just shrugged. “You’re guess is as good as mine.” I said taking a bite of my sandwich.

“How’d you even know about this place? I’ve lived here for four years and didn’t even know it existed.” I asked changing the subject.

“My sisters are travel gurus and they know all these little places that aren’t super crowded in just about every city.” Chris explained. I laughed softly and nodded.

“Hey, I see that coming in handy.” I smiled at him. I couldn’t help but stare just slightly at him. The way his eyes shine and the way he smiles.

The waitress came with the check and I fully intended on paying for my half of the meal. It wasn’t a date, or at least I didn’t think it was. I reached into my bag to grab my wallet.

Chris raised his eyebrow at me as he accepted the check. “What are you doing?” He asked as he placed his card in the book.

“I’m going to pay for my half of the meal.” I stated mater-of-factly. Chris laughed and handed the waitress the check. He gave her a look and she escaped to run his card.

“Chris, I’m a big girl. I can pay for my food.” I said.

“I know you can, doll.” Chris said with a smile. My cheeks flushed red at the sound of the pet name. “But I wanted to treat you like a real woman should be treated.” He reached across the table and laid his hand over mine. “I understand working for someone who’s not easy to deal with, it happens a lot in this business. That being the case doesn’t mean you deserve to be treated in such a crude and harsh way.”

I couldn’t help but smile at his kind words. Before I could give my response, the waitress returned with his card. He put his card away and pocketed his wallet. We stood and I figured we would part ways from the small cafe.

“So as I continue to treat you like a real woman, which way is your apartment? I’m now going to walk you home.” Chris stated. I could not help but laugh softly at how confident his statement sounded.

“It’s this way.” I said smiling as we walked out of the restaurant and headed down the street.

“So, you’re from Massachusetts, right?” I asked Chris as we walked.

“Yeah, Boston to be exact.” He smiled proudly. “And you are from?” Chris raised his eyebrow and gave me side glance.

“Well, I’m not from around here.” I laughed.

“Oh, I can tell.” He said. “That accent is definitely not one of a Yankee native.” I couldn’t help but laugh, I thought I was doing a pretty good job at covering my accent.

“Alright, alright, you got me!” I smiled “I’m from Texas.”

“Texas?” He said looking at me as we stopped at a cross walk. “Well I will give it to you, I definitely would not have guessed Texas.”

“Well then, where would you have guessed then?” I asked, quirking my eyebrow up and finally letting my accent become more natural.

“I don’t know, maybe somewhere south but definitely not that south.” Chris laughed. I blushed and smiled.

“Yeah, well I’m just a southern belle.” I said exaggerating my southern accent. Chris laughed as we continued our walk to my apartment.

After a few more blocks, we made it to the lobby of my apartment building. “Thank you, Chris!” I smiled up at him. “You definitely showed me how a woman should be treated.”

“That’s good, but I’ve got one more thing to show you.” He said with a smirk.

I raised my eyebrow at him as he stepped closer. He slowly reached his hand up and rested it against my cheek as he leaned in. I knew it was coming. I raised up on my toes just slightly and met his lips. I rested my hand against his chest. As cliché as it sounds, our kiss was electric.

I pulled away as my cheeks turned red. I looked up at him with a soft smile. “I’m not complaining, but why?”

He laughed and smiled down at me. “Because you, Y/N, are absolutely stunning, you’re obviously very smart and talented. You also deserve to be treated with respect and like the woman you are.”

I think I almost melted as I listened to him. “So if it’s ok with you, I want to take you out on a date.” Chris said. “Not like what we just did because I get the feeling you didn’t think that was a date.” He laughed softly. “Like a ‘pick you up at 8, wear something nice’ type date.”

My cheeks were still red as I nodded. “I’d really like that.” I smiled up at him. Chris took my phone from my hand and put his number in my contacts.

“I’m in New York until Wednesday morning. I’ll pick you up tomorrow night at 8.” Chris smirked and handed me my phone. “And wear something nice.” He winked and started walking away.

I’m hooked on this!! Such a great first chapter!💗

A Silent Voice: Chapter 1

Notes: I mean no disrespect by writing or posting this, and in no way do I take the themes and topics discussed in this series lightly. So if you’re triggered by any of this, I suggest not reading it.

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Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Female!Reader (slow burn)

Chapter Description: As you clean the mess your boyfriend made, you can’t help but wonder how things got so bad

Warnings: Angst, hints of domestic abuse, rude boyfriend, some manipulation, and negative thoughts

Word Count: 1,234

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Previous Chapter: Prologue

Unlocking and opening the bathroom door sent a tidal wave of emotions through you. Fear, panic, anxiety, nausea, emptiness — the list could go on. Emotions you’re all too familiar with.

Your skin broke out into goosebumps as you stepped into the hallway. You faintly felt your bruises throbbing painfully. Your stomach knotted up and you felt like vomiting. You have to force yourself to keep the contents of your stomach down.

Your hands are trembling so violently you have to clasp them in front of you to make them stop.

As you make your way down the hall, you hesitate for a moment. You can hear the TV blasting from the living room. You feel your heart begin to beat faster, hammering painfully against your ribs. The only way to the kitchen is through the living room. You have to keep moving, and you have to stay calm. The longer you keep him waiting, the angrier he’ll get. So you keep walking, and you lower your gaze the closer you get to the living room. Once you reach the entrance, you really feel like you’re about to vomit.

Ben is sitting in his recliner, a beer in one hand as he watches the television. You don’t know what he’s watching, nor do you care. He keeps his gaze on the show, but his expression is stony.

You make your way around the living room, hoping to put as much distance between you and your boyfriend as possible. When he calls your name however, you freeze. You’re so close to the kitchen, and you start shaking. What is he going to do?

“Y/N, can you come here?” Ben’s voice is calm, but you know better.

“Is something wrong?” you ask, choking on your words.

“I just want to talk.”

Turning around, you slowly walk over to Ben, still sitting comfortably in his recliner. Once you’re close enough, Ben mutes the TV and looks at you. He’s studying you, and it makes you shift anxiously. His expression is still stony. Taking another swig of his beer, Ben leans forward and places his elbows on his knees, turning away from you.

“You know I love you, right?” he asks. He still won’t look at you. He places his beer down, using his other hand to run it through his hair.

“Yes,” you respond, swallowing thickly. You’re trying to keep a steady, calm tone. “And I love you.”

Standing up, Ben walks over to you, stopping only inches in front of you. He’s scrutinizing you. He lifts his hand, gently brushing his fingers against your bruised cheek. You flinch. His hand lowers, lingering at the section where you shoulder and neck meet. You don’t move, even though every fiber of your being screamed at you to run, to do something. Ben’s hand firmly grips the back of your neck, forcing you to look up at him. Your muscles unconsciously stiffen, and a wince comes across your features. You can already feel the headache coming, due to how tight his grip is.

“I only want what’s best for you,” he states, a growl seeping into his words, “and I feel like you don’t appreciate that.”

He tightens his hold on you, his fingers digging into your skin. You let out a pained gasp, your knees beginning to buckle. Your hands grip his arm, trying to gain some stability and hoping against all hope he’d let you go.

“I do, Ben,” you sputter, tears forming in your eyes. His grip tightens just a fraction and you let out a pained whimper, your grip on his arm tightening. “I-I promise I appreciate what you do for me, baby. I love you. I love you so, so much. I-I really do, but... Please. Y-You’re hurting me.”

A look sweeps across Ben’s face — satisfaction. Tilting your face up just a little more, he slams his lips onto yours. The kiss is rough and sloppy, making your skin crawl, disgust forms in the pit of your stomach. When Ben pulls away, breathless and somewhat content, he lets you go and you can’t help but scurry away from him.

“I’m going to take a shower,” he says. “I expect the whole kitchen to be clean once I’m out.”

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It wasn’t always like this. You’d been happy with Ben, once upon a time. You remember when he made you smile so much your face hurt. You cherished the memories of when he made your heart flutter. You’d been so sure Ben was The One™, you failed to notice the red flags. Everyone else saw it. They all warned you, friends and family alike. You refused to listen. You chose your boyfriend over your loved ones. He understood you, right? He knows what’s best. He loves you and wants to make you happy and...

Your friends have all but abandoned you. You haven’t seen your family in almost five years. You’re alone, completely isolated. You long for companionship outside of your relationship. You’re desperate for it. You long for some kind of freedom.

Throwing out the used, dirtied paper towel, you let out a long sigh. Ben’s not perfect, you know that. He has his issues, everybody does. You sure as hell do. But as you look around at the kitchen, you see the food splattered on the walls and floor, and the broken dishes scattered on the floor. Maybe Ben has more issues than you care to admit.

Grabbing another paper towel, you wet it in the sink and start wiping the food off the wall. It’s been caked on there for a couple of hours now, so it’ll probably leave a nasty stain.

The landlord’s gonna lose his shit when he sees this, you think. How can I possibly explain my way out of this?

The evening started good enough. You made this nice, big dinner, a surprise for Ben when he comes home from work. His favorite. It took you forever to prep, but you finished just as he came home. He’d been pleased, happy to come home to a nicely cooked meal. Until halfway through dinner and you spilled the big news. You’d gotten a new job. At Marvel. As the newest make up artist. You haven’t worked for a bit (a few years) as per Ben’s request. He wanted to be the main provider, the “money maker,” the “breadwinner” — whatever you want to call it. He wanted the financial control.

The news of your job didn’t go well, obviously. Ben started screaming, insulting you and accusing you of anything and everything. You tried reasoning with him, then he threw his plate. He was aiming for you, but he missed. The plate shattered against the wall, and in your surprise Ben grabbed you by the wrist and hit you across the face. He screamed at you some more, drowning out your cries.

“You think you’re better than me now?! Huh?! Look at you, you’re pathetic! Useless! They’ll throw you out and you know what? You’ll deserve it.”

Those words stung. Maybe he’s right, maybe you’re not as good as you think you are. But why would Marvel hire you if you’re not good? But...

You shake your head, shoving the thoughts out of your head. You have to focus on finishing the kitchen before Ben’s finished his shower. You want the night to end as normally as possible.

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I just read all the parts of unexpected gifts and i'm in love so far! You're doing amazing

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Thank you so much! That means the world!❤️❤️❤️

“Unexpected Gifts” Pt. 1

Special thanks to @itsmycorneroftheinternet​ for helping me with the title!

Story Summary:  After college, you moved to L.A. to begin pursuing your dream in the movie industry. You started with an internship and worked your way into the position of stunt coordinator by the age of 25. Your life was finally working out, You were finishing the first week of training with the Marvel cast for "Avengers: Age of Ultron." You had it all put together until your younger sister took her life, left you full custody of her two-month-old daughter, and you found the love of your life. (Based of Chris’s movie “Gifted”)

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of suicide but no in depth details.

The first week of training with the cast was awesome. Everyone was open to your opinion on the different scenes. The cast themselves was something else. They welcomed you with open arms. You had worked with Chris Evans before on set of "Captain America: The First Avenger." It was nice to have a familiar face on set on the first day. The first week went by in a flash. Time flies when your having fun, isn't that the saying?

The week ended, and Chris invited you to join him and the rest of the cast for drinks. You debated on your answer until he flashed his signature smile, and you agreed. You were all sitting in a big corner booth, away from the front of the bar, laughing and joking. You sat between Chris and Scarlett. Chris was telling a story when your phone started ringing. You glanced down and noticed it was your mom. She never called that late, so you knew something was up. You excused yourself and slipped outside the bar to answer the phone.

While you were outside, the rest of the cast instantly gave Chris a look. "So, she is the girl from a couple a years ago?" Robert asked him. Chris raised his eyebrow and looked at him.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He said while a blush crept onto his cheeks.

The table erupted in laughter. "Well, even if it's not, the way you look at her obviously says you feel something." Scarlett smiled. 

"I won't lie to you, she's cute, and she's kind-hearted, but she is also confident and bold and is not afraid to voice her opinion." Everyone at the table smiled at Chris's words. 

You ended the call with your mother. The call was one, no one ever wants to receive in their life. Your sister had taken her life just two months after having a baby. Tears were streaming down your face as you walked to the table to retrieve your purse. 

"Y/N, what's wrong?" Chris was the first to ask and the first to notice the tears. You wiped at your cheeks and sniffed. "Nothing, I just have to go." You said feeling bad for dampening the mood of the table.

 Scarlett gave Chris a look. "Y/N, you can't drive home like this. At least let one of us drive you home." You didn't want to speak, knowing your voice would crack, so you nodded. Chris handed you your bag and wrapped his arm around your shoulder as he walked you out of the bar. 

The two of you walked to your car. You passed him your keys before sliding into the passenger side of your vehicle. Your tears had stopped. Chris walked around to the driver's side and started the car.

"Y/N, I understand if you don't want to talk, but I want you to know that you can talk to me or Scarlett or any of us. We are a family." He placed his hand on your knee. How were you so lucky to have ended up in this friend group? You were just a stunt coordinator, not a big time actor. 

You looked at him, and your walls collapsed. The tears started flowing, and a sob escaped. "My- my- my sister, she- she's dead." You gasped as the tears spilled over. Chris hugged you as best as he could, being separated by the console.

He didn't ask any more questions. He let you tell him what you wanted him to know. Your head was spinning, but it was calming to have Chris there holding you.

Once you felt you had calmed down, you pulled away. Chris took that as his cue to start driving. "Umm, exactly where is home for you?" Chris asked.

You took a breath and gave him your address. He nodded and started in the direction of your apartment complex. By the time he reached the parking lot, you had stopped crying. Your body was beginning to settle into the shock of the whole situation. Chris helped you out of the car and up to your apartment. He opened your door after figuring out the right key. 

You started to feel like you were in a haze like it was all a dream. You were very close with your sister. You were two peas in a pod, you thought she told you everything. 

Chris's voice drew you out of your head. "Scarlett is going to pick me up, but she said it may be an hour or so. They got caught by a crowd of fans." Chris said as he closed the door. You nodded and turned to go down the hall to your room. "So, if it's ok with you, I'm just going to hang out on the couch." 

"I need to book a flight home." You mumbled out.

"What?" Chris walked towards you. 

"I need to book a flight home." You repeated. Chris nodded and walked to your laptop on the kitchen counter. It was still open, so he took it upon himself to book you a flight. "Atlanta." You said as he began typing. 

"The earliest flight to Atlanta is tomorrow at 5 p.m." Chris looked at you as you continued to stand in the hallway. "That's fine." You confirmed. Chris booked your flight, and without hesitation, he paid for the flight. He made his way over to you. 

"You should go shower and try to clear your head," Chris said as he looked down at you. You could tell he was trying to help and comfort you, but without ever being faced with this problem, he was unsure of how to help. "I'll be on the couch if you need me." He gave you a soft smile.

It was a strange feeling you had. Even though you were barely friends, having Chris around was calming, and you could tell he was doing everything in his power to help even in uncharted waters.

You made your way into the bathroom and turned the water on, as hot as you could stand. You stripped and stepped under the steaming water. You stood under the water as it streamed down your body. Finally, after several minutes, you began to shower, washing your hair, then your body and your face. 

You turned the water off and stepped out, grabbing a towel as you did. After wrapping up in the towel and staring at yourself in the mirror, you exited the bathroom and went to get dressed in your bedroom. Chris heard the open and closing of the doors. 

Once you were dry and clothed, you went to the living room where Chris was still situated on the couch, scrolling through his phone. He looked over his shoulder at you and gave you a sympathetic smile. You joined him on the couch, sitting next to him. Chris wrapped his arm over your shoulder and held you to him. "I'm so sorry about your sister. I know me saying that doesn't fix anything, but I'm here if you want me to be."

You looked up at Chris, your eyes bloodshot and starting to swell. You could also feel a throb building in your head from all the crying you had done in the last hour. 

“We have known each other for four years, we just became real friends this week and you are somehow giving me a sense of peace and comfort I really need right now.” You laid your head on his shoulder as he held you tightly. 

“I’ll stay as long as you need me.” Chris whispered. 

“Thank you.” You said lowly. The tears slowly started flowing again. “I’m sorry.” Your tears ran onto Chris’s shirt.

“Y/N, you have nothing to be sorry about.” He said to you. “I can’t imagine what you’re feeling right now.”

Before you could respond, Chris received a text. “Scarlett is outside.” He said. You pulled yourself away from Chris and wiped your tears.

“Oh, yeah it’s late and you’re probably ready to escape from the emotional wreck that is me.” You said.

“Are you sure you’re ok? I could-“ He stopped himself. He was going to say he could stay but he realized that would be a little forward.

You took a breath. “No, I’m not ok.” You looked at him as he stood. Chris felt kind of stupid after he asked that, but he didn’t know what else to ask. “But I know I don’t want to be alone. You were going to say you could stay, right?” You flashed him the slightest smirk, and he couldn’t help but smile. Chris knew this was the wrong situation to be making a move, but he hoped it was obvious. 

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