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Chris Evans- The Meeting (part 1)

I smoothed out my black pencil skirt as I stood in the elevator, straightening out my blouse and letting out a shaky breath as I rehearsed everything in my head. This is the most important interview I’ve been to, so I need to make sure I say all the right things. I closed my eyes and recited everything in my head, breathing deeply.

The lift came to a stop and the doors opened with a ding, and I opened my eyes only for my gaze to land upon a tall, suited figure who was stepping into the elevator. My breath hitched slightly as I took in the appearance of the man who had not yet spared me a glance. His beard was scruffy, his light brown hair perfectly styled. Whoever he was, he intrigued me. He was clean cut, wearing a blue suit with polished black shoes and a perfectly aligned spotted grey tie.

The man pressed a button for his floor and turned to face me as the doors closed, my eyes suddenly meeting his beautiful blue orbs. His lips instantly turned up into a small side grin.

“Hi.”

God, his voice was sexy too. The lord is either with or against me right now.

“Uh, um.. hi.” I stuttered out, face palming internally at how pathetic I sounded. Nice going, jackass. My cheeks heated up while he chuckled deeply.

“I haven’t seen you here before, are you new?” His voice was rough but velvety soft, it was the most audibly pleasing sound I’ve ever heard.

“No. Well, erm- I have an interview today.” Smiling nervously up at him, I mentally applauded myself for managing to form a sentence without sounding illiterate.

Just as I answered him, the elevator dinged and the doors opened. I cleared my throat quietly and once again smiled at the stranger, whose gaze was on me the whole time.

“Well… bye.” Could I have sounded more awkward? Probably not. I went to step into the hallway as the man’s voice blessed my ears once again.

“Good luck,” the stranger grinned at me from inside the lift, “and relax. You’ll be fine.”

As I smiled back at him, the doors closed and I was left staring at my hazy reflection in the shiny metal. Jeez, that was the most awkward encounter of my entire life, but his looks made it worth the pain my pride felt.

Taking a deep breath, I walked to the reception desk and I was asked to take a seat in the waiting area while I waited for the interviewer. My foot tapped nervously and five whole minutes passed before someone came to get me and I was taken to a quiet room at the end of a long hallway. Closing my eyes briefly, I somehow calmed myself and entered the interview room with a friendly smile on my face. Thankfully, the interviewers were incredibly nice and seemed pleased with the answers I provided to their questions.

“Well, thank you for your time miss. We will have someone call you with the news before this evening.”

Saying my goodbyes, I left the room feeling confident and proud of myself. Upon leaving the tall company building I hailed a cab to take me back to my apartment that I shared with my friend, Chrissy. The cab dropped me off on my block, and I quickly paid the driver before hopping out and practically running into my apartment.

“Chrissy!” I shouted as I slammed the door shut and slipped my shoes off before running into the kitchen, finding her sat on a stool eating cereal in her pyjamas.

“Blimey, what is it? Was it an ex? Did you see Lady Gaga?!” She stared at me wide eyes in shock as she threw questions at me.

“What? No! Ok, brace yourself. I saw the most attractive guy EVER today. I’m talking ‘instantly drop to your knees’ kind of attractive. Tall, sexy, UGH. I’m still in shock.” I held my hand to my chest and babbled to Chrissy as she took huge mouthfuls of cereal, listening intently.

“Mm,” she held up a hand to stop me as she swallowed, “sounds gorgeous. What colour were his eyes, what was he wearing?” Her eyes narrowed as she grilled me and took another mouthful of food.

“This amazing fitted blue suit. Let me tell you, his biceps looked so good. Oh, and he had blue eyes,” I sighed as I remembered how gorgeous he was. Chrissy groaned as she chewed; we have similar taste in men.

“God, blue eyes are my weakness. They’re like an ocean I would gladly drown in.” I giggled as Chrissy wiggles her eyebrows at me and stood to put her bowl in the sink. “So, how’d the interview go? Did you get the job?”

“It was great, actually, they’re gonna call me sometime today- which reminds me,” I rummaged through my bag to retrieve my phone, “I need to make sure my ringer is on.”

“Girl, you’re gonna get it. You have way too many pros in your resume not to, it’s like a hundred pages long!” Chrissy exclaimed. I have to admit, I feel pretty confident about this.

“Thanks, Chris. You got any plans today? I’m thinking, Man of Steel and pizza.” I wiggled my eyebrows at her and watched her eyes light up at the mention of her favourite movie.

“Bitch, you BET I’m free. Get your pyjamas on, I’ll set it up and order the pizza!” She squealed and ran off to set up the TV. I laughed at her excitement and quickly changed into short pyjamas, throwing an oversized tee on and putting my hair up in a high ponytail. Within an hour the pizza had arrived and we were ready to start watching the movie, and I made sure I had my phone next to me so I wouldn’t miss a call if I received one.

“Ugh, what a MAN. Seriously, if he crashed into my back yard, I’d give him much more than a place to stay.” Chrissy mumbled as Henry Cavill came on screen, almost making me choke on mine.

“Honestly, I can’t disagree. I’d let superman snap me like a twig.” I put down my pizza slice and got up from the couch.

We finished Man of Steel and watched a few episodes of The Vampire Diaries. I stood up and stretched a little, and realised how thirsty I was after the pizza.

“Hey, you want a drink?”

“Nah I’m good babe, be quick or you’ll miss the good b- ooh, my boy Matty blue is on, be quiet!” Chrissy shooed me away as I laughed and made my way to the kitchenette. I grabbed a glass and was filling it with water when I suddenly heard my phone’s ringtone go off loudly, making me drop the glass which somehow didn’t smash. Bolting over to the couch, I grabbed my phone as Chrissy paused the movie.

“Hello?” I tried to sound as polite and friendly as possible, and like I hadn’t just ran to pick up the call.

“Miss Y/L/N? Hi, it’s Evans & Co. here. We’re calling about your interview this morning.” A pleasant female voice informed me from the other end. Chrissy stared at me expectantly as she took another bite of her pizza.

“Oh, hello! Thank you for contacting me.” I made sure to smile as I spoke- mom always said they can hear the smile in your voice.

“Well, we have good news- you got the job!” I gasped quietly and jumped up and down briefly before she began to speak again, “are you able to start on Monday at 9am?”

That gave me two days to get some new clothes for the office and celebrate.

“Yes, of course! Thank you so much for this, I’ll be there at 9am on the dot!” Grinning from ear to ear, I said goodbye and hung up the phone.

“You got it?!” Chrissy stood up, dropping her pizza slice in the process.

“Yes! I’m staring on Monday! This is amazing, we are DEFINITELY going shopping!” I exclaimed and hugged Chrissy, the two of us jumping up and down excitedly.

“Congrats! Oh my god, we have to go out and celebrate. It’s nearly,” she paused to check her phone, “4 o'clock now, why don’t we get ready to go for dinner somewhere?”

Briefly discussing where to eat, we agreed on a nice restaurant in the city, and ran off to get ready. We both take ages to get ready, so there was no rush.

We left the flat at 5, and managed to get a table at this restaurant which was rather busy tonight. Chrissy insisted on getting a glass of champagne each, so we both sipped our champagne while we ate.

That night when we got home, we were ever so slightly tipsy, but I had the best sleep ever.

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Monday morning rolled in, and I woke to my alarm at 7am feeling somewhat refreshed having gone to bed early. I groggily dragged myself out of bed and showered, yawning as I got dressed in my new clothes I had bought on Saturday and dried my hair. Applying some makeup, I made sure I looked good enough for an office but not too glam. Subtle glam. Yeah, that’s totally it.

Slipping on my court heels, I scribbled a note for Chrissy and slapped it onto the kitchen counter before checking the time; 8:15. I grabbed my bag and shoved my phone in it, checked my appearance once again, and set off outside. The cab I had booked the day before was waiting for me at the side of the road, and I jumped in and gave the driver my destination. I arrived at the large company building at 8:50, thankfully I was on time. By the time I got to my floor, it was 8:55, and I stepped out of the elevator only to see the woman who had interviewed me.

“Ah, Y/N! My name is Lexie Hardwell, call me Lexie. I’m in charge of this floor, so I’ll give you a tour and then you can get to work!” Lexie beamed at me making me feel much more relaxed.

The tour of the floor didn’t take long, and I was soon sat at my very own desk. During the lunch break I managed to chat with my new coworkers, who were thankfully very nice. The day passed surprisingly quickly and I was loving the new job, which consisted of sorting paperwork and doing online work with a bunch of figures.

“So, how was your first day?” Lisa, my new coworker, was chatting to me as we left the office and made our way to the elevator.

“It was great! I really enjoyed it, I’m so glad I get on with you guys as well,” I smiled at her as we waited to reach the ground floor.

“Oh, just WAIT till you meet the boss. His name’s Chris Evans, he owns the company. He is so dreamy,” she pretended to fan herself as she chatted away. “He’s tall, handsome, and his voice alone could make your knees weak. Trust me.”

I chuckled and told her I hadn’t, but I was now very intrigued. Hopefully soon I’ll meet the almighty Chris Evans.

As we walked through the lobby, in the corner of my eye I saw a familiar figure quickly approaching from my left. I nearly choked on air as I turned my head to look at him, only to see the sex god I shared the elevator with on the day of the interview. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as he walked toward me like a freaking runway model and his eyes met mine, and he winked at me as he walked past me toward the lifts.

Lisa grabbed my arm and practically dragged me out of the building and the evening sun hit me as we stood by the entrance.

“Girl, did you see him?!” She whispered loudly, “isn’t he so hot?!”

“Um, hell yeah! I’d have to be blind not to see how good looking he was,” I breathed out and looked through the glass door into the lobby, remembering those crystal blue eyes. “Who is he?”

“He- who is he?! It’s him. That, honey, was Mr Evans- our boss.”

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A/N

Legit just decided to write this because Chris is ultimate daddy and I love daddies lmao

Thanks for reading!

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Remains (Sebastian Stan imagine)

Inspired by Remains by Bastille vs. Rag ‘n’ Bone Man.

Quick note: each paragraph except the third is basically a time skip, as the third paragraph is a flashback. Just in case it’s confusing at all :-) may edit this again soon.

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"I came here for sanctuary, away from the winds and the sounds of the city."

He closed his eyes as he inhaled the fresh air, while recalling all of the memories. How you had danced through the long grass. How your eyes had crinkled at the sides as you both laughed together at nothing. He saw your hair softly moving with the wind as you stood on the hilltop and looked over the fields as the sun began to set, its bright rays illuminating your face in the most breathtaking way. A weak smile found its way to his lips as he remembered that moment. You had turned to him, your hand intertwined with his, and placed a loving kiss on his lips. He remembered that day so well, like it were yesterday.

"And hold me in your arms, hold me in your arms, I'll be buried here with you."

He sat on your bed, holding your dress as he stared at it, remembering that night. You had attended a formal party held by a friend's father, and you had looked so beautiful. He remembered seeing you in that dress; how he was so stunned that he was speechless, and how you had blushed when you caught his gaze. It was that night when he realised he was in love with every part of you. He remembered how you had the attention of many other men at the event, but you only had eyes for him. You had taken his hand gently and led him to the dance floor, where you slow danced together and got lost in each other, his forehead resting on yours as your eyes drifted closed while you smiled softly. To him, you were perfect.

"As you fade away, I realise, it's all over."

--Flashback--

When he got the call, everything stopped. Time froze. His heart was the only thing functioning as it raced, almost beating out of his chest. The phone fell from his grasp, shattering on the hard floor. But he didn't care. It took a moment for it to sink in, hit home. As it became clear that he wasn't having some sick, twisted dream, he began to choke. He choked on the sounds of anguish that somehow escaped him without him controlling it. As his knees began to buckle, the shock took over, and soon tears formed in his eyes. Falling to the floor, almost in slow motion, everything began to hurt. His throat hurt, his head hurt.. but most of all, his heart hurt, as it shattered into a million pieces. He couldn't control the sobs that rose up his throat. As the pain intensified, he felt the need to scream. So he did. He screamed, as loud as he was able to, his emotions pouring from him as the pain of his loss tore him apart. Not caring if anyone heard, he screamed and cried out for what felt like years, cursing the world as it collapsed around him. For what would he do now? What did he have left? What was he, without you?

"And I'll hold in these hands, all that remains."

Gripping the picture frame with both hands, he stared at the photo occupying the space within. A happy photo. His favourite photo of you. He remembered the numerous photos you'd taken that day, and how he had taken you by surprise for the last photo by suddenly pulling you close to him. You had giggled as you held his gaze, and he had simply smiled, knowing that moment would be forever engraved into his memory. Afterwards, the two of you had chased each other around the park, laughing wildly as you dodged people and trees. When he had caught you, he has whispered, "got you," as he leaned in to kiss you softly. He missed that moment. He missed every moment, every memory he ever shared with you.

Now, he was sitting on your bed in the room you had once shared, staring at the ceiling as he clutched your pillow to his chest. The heartache never ceased, the pain never faded. He had forgotten how many months it had been, how many months had passed since the accident. They were never caught, never brought to justice for what they did to you. They took you from him, and it ruined him completely. He had stayed behind after the funeral to say goodbye for the last time. As he stared at your photo next to your casket, a single tear rolled down his cheek as he realised, this is it. This is truly the end. It wasn't a dream; he wasn't going to wake up soon to find you sleeping next to him with your head rested upon his chest. It was really over. In that moment, he realised, he would never be whole again. And he was right.

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Hold On (Henry Cavill imagine)

You’re feeling at your lowest, and Henry is there for you.

Warning: Mentions anxiety and depression.

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You let out a deep breath as you stared at yourself in the mirror as you had for the past twenty minutes. Your boyfriend, Henry, was out with friends for an hour or two, leaving you to yourself and your dark mind. So many thoughts had been roaming around in your head and you couldn’t get rid of them. Scanning your facial features, you realized for the umpteenth time how tired and defeated you looked. You couldn’t help but feel disgusted as you gazed at your reflection. Sad, sullen, miserable. 

As another tear slipped down your cheek, you wiped it away tiredly and sighed before shuffling out of the bathroom and going back to your bed. Managing to get yourself under the covers, you hugged a pillow and whispered, “why me?” and crying once more until you physically couldn’t anymore. You couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep. Henry noticed a difference in your behavior, and was reluctant to accept the lunch offer but you made him go. You regretted it; 3 anxiety attacks and 56 minutes later, you were a mess. The happenings of the past hour left you exhausted, and you managed to have a brief nap, having only had a few hours sleep the previous night.

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Hearing movement in the apartment, you woke slowly from your light sleep to find you’d slept for a whole hour according to your digital clock. Footsteps grew louder and made their way into your room, and you felt the bed dip as Henry lay behind you and pulled you close to his body. 

“Hey, love. You okay? It’s past 2:30, why are you still in bed?” he questioned as he rubbed your arm gently. Not trusting your voice, you nodded, but realized you didn’t have the strength to move much. You felt him move behind you and got up, then saw him come round to your side of the bed before kneeling down beside the bed allowing him to see your face. As he saw the tear stains, his face softened from a frown to a look of concern and sadness, because he knew what the problem was.

“What’s bothering you sweetheart?” he spoke quietly while reaching for your hand, “is it happening again?” referring to your periods of heightened depression and anxiety, as he had been there for you before when it had happened. Nodding softly, you looked up at him with tired eyes into his beautiful baby blues that looked pained to see you this way. 

Henry squeezed your hand gently before moving closer, taking your face into his free hand as he said, “I love you so much, baby. I will never let you forget that, ever. You’re beautiful, and I admire your strength for fighting this for so long. I will never leave you.” 

As he spoke, fresh tears brewed in your eyes, threatening to fall. His eyes became glossy as he leaned in and placed a gentle, loving kiss to your forehead, before returning to his side of the bed and once again pulling you close to him. Feeling his body against your own, you began to feel safer, and your thoughts lingered on his loving words. Smiling weakly to yourself, you felt his hand intertwine with yours, and you let yourself relax in his arms.