Nrfth (4) - Only one bed
Summary: A dream shattered. A heart broken.
Pairing: Chris Evans x Actress!Reader
Side Characters: OC Tracey
Warnings: nervous reader, tension, intoxicated Chris/Reader, slow burn, only one bed trope
A/N: This series is a “short” chapter story. It contains of a collection of drabbles.
No rest for the heartbroken masterlist
<< Part 3
“Can you take Luca for a few days,” you ask. “I know it’s much to ask for, but I got to go on a promotion tour for the show and to reveal the trailer.”
“Babe, your dog is in safe hands,” Tracey softly says. “So, will you do this promotion tour with a certain co-star?” She flashes you a smirk. “Y/N, give me the dirt. I know you will ride his dick during the tour.”
“Firstly, I’m the co-star, not Chris.”
“Oh, we are on a first-name basis already.” Tracey laughs when you make a face. “The longer you try to resist the mutual attraction between you and Chris, the more you’ll suffer.”
“Trace, I can’t have sex with the star of my show. You know that. I need to keep things between Chris and me professional. This would never work out. A power imbalance always kills relationships.”
“Power what?” She frowns. “What do you mean?”
“He’s already a star, Tracey. He signed a contract for three Captain America movies and four Avengers movies. Chris is Captain America and I’m only his sidekick. The moment things get messy, I’ll lose my job, reputation, and any chance I have to get famous.”
“You are no fun, babe,” Tracey sighs deeply. “I know you’re right, but it would be cool seeing you and Chris together. He definitely has a thing for you.”
“I’m not sure about that,” you argue. “Chris is a natural flirt. I don’t think this means anything.”
“But you do like him,” your friend presses on. “It’s only you and me, Y/N. You can admit that you’re totally into your co-star.”
“I like that he’s a goofball and likes to prank people.” You chuckle. “Yes, I like him. Who wouldn’t like Chris Evans? Have you seen the man we are talking about?”
“Well. Shit. You are fucked.”
“You are telling me…”
“Fuck, I’m so nervous,” you chew on your thumb. “What if I mess this up? Chris is so much better at this.”
“Y/N, take a deep breath.” Tracey runs her hand soothingly over your back. “The car will be here any moment. Always remember, only because Chris Evans is a little more famous than you doesn’t mean he’s above you.”
“Trace…what if I fuck this up? What if I mess the interviews up or embarrass myself in front of the cameras? Shit. I didn’t think this through.”
“I love you like a sister, but you are a little dumb sometimes.” Tracey wraps you in a hug. “You are a fucking star, babe. Never underestimate your talent or value. If no one wants to watch you, I’ll stand in the front row to cheer you on. You’ll always have your number one fan.”
“I love you too, babe,” you sniff. “And you’ll always be my favorite fangirl. Just don’t ask me for nudes…”
Interview one, …
“How is it to work with Chris?” the interviewer asks, making Chris frown. She seems to be more focused on your co-star, and you don’t blame her for it.
“Oh. It’s…”
“Why don’t you ask me how it is to work with this wonderful woman?” Chris throws in.
“How is it to work with her?” The interviewer quips.
“She’s a natural. I’m always afraid to mess a scene up because she never does. Y/N is one of the best actresses I ever had the chance to work with.”
Chris's praises make your heart flutter. How can he say something like this? He worked with famous actresses and calls you one of the best.
“Y/N, how does it feel to get praised by Chris Evans? And, do you give the compliment right back?” She asks, giving Chris a soft smile.
Fuck, what do you say now?
“It’s an honor to work with Chris. I didn’t work with many actors yet. I’m a newcomer. But I can tell you that Chris is a great actor, and so supportive. If I’m close to messing a scene up, he’s there to…you know, make sure I don’t.”
“She’s the one making sure I don’t mess a scene up,” Chris flashes you a smile. “Right, Y/N?”
The interview drags on. You politely answer all her questions, and even manage to tell a lame joke. Even though, all you can think about is the way Chris looks at you, and that he praised you during the whole interview.
“What do you mean there is no reservation for Y/N Y/L/N? They said…” you groan as the receptionist rather stares at your co-star and refuses to help you. “Hello, my name is Y/N Y/L/N and there should be a reservation for me.”
“What’s wrong?” Chris cocks his head. He smirks as you slowly get angry with the receptionist.
“There is no reservation on this name,” she says while eyeing Chris again.
“What? And where shall I sleep tonight? I got two more interviews tomorrow and need some sleep!”
“How about we share mine?”
You and the receptionist turn your head toward Chris like in slow-motion.
“I got a suite, and there’s always a spare bed. We can share. I don’t mind, Y/N,” he offers. Chris smiles, but there is something predatory about the way he looks at you. “I got the key. We can just share it. No problem.”
“I,” you swallow thickly.
“Come on. It’s late and there is no free room left. I won’t bite,” he says.
“Maybe I bite,” you sass back.
He laughs and holds his tummy. “I’ll take the risk, sweetness…”
Chris leads you inside the suite, grinning as you drop your suitcases and jump onto the sofa. “I’m so tired. I could sleep while standing.”
“I don’t think that’s necessary,” he says and opens the door to the bedroom. “There is a bed and…crap.”
“Crap?” you reluctantly get back up from the couch to get a look at the bedroom too. “Uh-Chris. There is only one bed…”
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