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can-youmoveyourseatup · 7 years

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Luck

A/N: aye! this is my very first imagine posted on tumblr and tbh I'm very!! excited!! (my friend came up with this idea and I though it was pretty cute so idk ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ) (also, the ‘technicalities’ with the fracture I found on google, so I apologise if its not very accurate!!)

(also this is a repost bc I'm an idiot and didn't post it to my primary gah)

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

warnings: breaking your leg accidentally? two implied swear words? mainly just a whole lotta fluff!1!!

word count: 4.7k (go big or go home)

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The crease between your eyebrows grew as your scowl deepened. You glowered intensely at the cast that entrapped your leg, confining you to the bed unable to move without a sharp pain creeping up your body. A pathetic whine fell from your lips as you shifted slightly, helplessly attempting to find a somewhat comfortable position given your impending circumstances. Huffing, you threw your head backwards onto the pillow, glaring at the ceiling and the fluorescent lights that were beginning to contribute to a painful headache mumbling incoherencies under your breath. However, despite your current predicament you couldn’t help but let a small smile adorn your lips as you thought back to the morning’s events involving a certain brooding soft super-soldier.

It had started last night when you arrived home from a mission with Steve and Nat. Whilst it had only lasted three days, it had taken a lot out of you, you felt drained and your body was all but dead weight; exhaustion was a mere understatement. Walking groggily into the lounge, you mumbled a small greeting to the rest of the team. Your tired state prevented you from noticing the once giddy grin fall from Bucky’s face as you unintentionally ignored his eager greeting as he stumbled on his feet from his position on the couch, ready to wrap his arms around you.

He felt his smile drop as he watched your retreating figure, looking helplessly in your direction seemingly lost. He felt a pang in his chest from the blatant rejection, casting his gaze upon Steve and Natasha as they stumbled in the room not long after you had left.

“Hey pal,” Steve mumbled, patting Bucky’s shoulder and smiling tiredly in his direction. His feet came to an abrupt halt after noting the crestfallen look on his face, disappointment evidently radiating off him in waves. “What’s wrong, Buck?” Steve asked anxiously, nudging him gently in hope of breaking him from his distressed trance.

“Have I done something wrong?” The sheer panic that laced Bucky’s voice was enough for Steve to drop everything and attempt to aid his best friend. “Did Y/N say she was upset with me?”

“What? No! Why on earth would you think that?” Steve shook his head repeatedly, in a feeble attempt to reassure Bucky. He watched as Bucky, glanced quickly between the hallway leading away from the lounge and Steve, unable to contain his blatant anxiety.

“I-I don’t know . . . but Stev-!”

“Bucky, she hasn’t said a thing, I promise. She’s probably got other things on her mind. That was one long mission I’ll tell ya. Stop stressing.” With that Steve gave Bucky one last smile, a pat on the back and a fleeting glance before following Y/N’s actions down the hallway, off to get some well-deserved rest.

But Bucky couldn’t help but stress. Stress was his middle name when it came to you. He couldn’t help that his day was instantly better upon hearing your laughter and that stupid giggle that drove him insane. He couldn’t help it that his hands got clammy and his heart beat that bit faster when you walked into the room and greeted him with a smile. He couldn’t help it that he found himself smiling stupidly when you hugged him close or chose to sit next to him on movie nights.

He couldn’t help it that he was undeniably smitten for you.

From her position by the kitchen counter, Nat raised an eyebrow watching silently as Bucky ran a hand through his hair, avoiding the knowing gazes that the others were shooting him from the lounge. Sam grinned comically in Bucky’s direction and Wanda placed a hand over her mouth to stop the laughter from escaping her lips. Anyone could tell that Bucky had fallen deeply for you and to your fellow teammates, Bucky’s obvious distraught made them smile. She allowed a smirk to grace her lips as she laughed quietly.

Natasha had noticed weeks ago that Bucky had a thing for you. At first, she thought it was just nerves assuming that he hadn’t adjusted to your overly sarcastic yet charismatic personality. But his awkward behaviour around you continued as the two of you grew more comfortable around each other and you were completely oblivious to the longing looks he repeatedly cast in your direction.

At the noise, Bucky’s head snapped in her direction, a blush dusting his cheeks as looked at Natasha. Despite his obvious glare, she continued to laugh evidently finding his obliviousness amusing. Whilst Bucky may have been unaware of it, Natasha definitely noticed the way in which you were reciprocating his sneaky glances and the matching blush that adorned both your cheeks when you were caught. In fact, it seemed as though everyone in the compound, with the exception of the pair of you, noticed the way you were smitten for each other. She found it undeniably adorable.

“What?” Bucky mumbled, the blush growing as he averted his gaze to floor. “I know you want to say something, so what is it?”

Natasha merely laughed freely, her teasing smile making its way back onto her face as she stared at Bucky, amused by his behaviour. She pushed herself up from the bench, before stopping before Bucky to pat chest mockingly.

“Go do us all a favour and talk to her.” With that, she all but pranced out of the lounge room, leaving a confused and distraught Bucky in her wake.

Groaning loudly, you hadn’t event shed off your uniform before collapsing on the bed, humming in satisfaction when you nuzzled your head into your pillow. Whilst your uniform may not be the most comfortable thing you own, you were perfectly content to fall asleep as you were, still covered in grim and sweat from the mission. You felt yourself begin to drift off to sleep, your eyes unbelievably heavy as they remained sealed shut. A gentle knock on your door jolted you awake, your eyes shooting open, however, your body refused to move as you practically resembling dead weight strewn across your bed. A groan escaped your lips once again, as you tiredly called out to the person behind your door to come in.

You felt your lips quirk upwards as you watched Bucky enter hesitantly, you heart fumbling the tiniest bit as you felt your insides turn to mush. “Buck,” you mumbled, smiling a little wider when he grinned as you patted the space next to where you laid on your side.

“Hey, doll.” As much as you liked to convince yourself that the little nickname didn’t have an impact, you couldn’t deny it. The nickname left you feeling like a schoolgirl with a crush all over again, butterflies erupting in your tummy as he approached you. You felt yourself heat up as Bucky sat upright next to you on the edge of the bed, his hand coming down to brush the hair off your forehead, smiling softly down at you. You felt your eyes slipping shut again as he stroked your hair, feeling completely content.

“‘m sorry I didn’t come to your room. . . ‘m so tired.” Bucky shook his head dismissively, visibly relaxing after finally realising that you were not mad with him in any way, shape or form. “I missed you,” you mumbled tiredly after a moment of silence, your cheeks growing hot as you felt his gaze on your face. He laughed softly, gripping the hand that was resting on the bed beside you in his left, the cool of the metal against your skin making you feel at home instantly. The familiarity of the panes of metal against your palm as he caressed it with his thumb, encouraged a sigh of content to slip past your lips.

“I missed you, too. So much.” Bucky mumbled, feeling his heat beat faster as the small smile that rested on your lips grew ever so slightly.

“You’re gonna hate me now doll, but we have to get you out that uniform.” At his words, you couldn’t help but whine childishly, refusing to move from your current position muttering a small ‘no’ under your breath.

Bucky smiled at you again, as he softly called out your name. “Y/N, c��mon you’ll thank me later.” You knew he was right as much as you didn’t want to admit it; you felt sticky and gross right now but given your predicament, sleeping in your dirty uniform sounded much more appealing than moving.

“Bucky no.” You deadpanned, refusing to move in the slightest and open your eyes.

“Bucky yes.” You couldn’t help but snort at his comment, peeling open an eyelid to find him staring down at you, smirking teasingly at you.

“I hate that you’re right, but I don’t wanna move.” At that he laughed again, tugging on your arm slightly, coaxing you into moving from the position you were in, curled into a ball.

“The quicker you get up, the quicker you get to go to bed.”

“Will you still be here when I come back?” You cast your gaze downwards again, refusing to look him in the eye and allow him to see the true extent to which you had missed him, because despite how much you tried to convince yourself otherwise, you had really missed him.

“Where else would I go? Can’t really cuddle myself, can I?” You blushed yet again, cursing your erratic heartbeat, before begrudgingly getting off the bed and walking to the bathroom.

You tried to shower as quickly as possible, which proved difficult given your very sore joints and you were sure that your legs were more than likely going to give way any second, eager to jump into your pyjamas. Pushing the curtain aside, you felt your heart swell as you noticed a towel and your favourite fluffy pyjama pants and your favourite sweater you stole frequently from Bucky, neatly folded beside the basin. In your haste and delirious state, you had forgotten to grab a change of clothes yourself. You grinned widely again as you reached for the sweater, quickly pulling it over your head as Bucky’s signature scent engulfed you. After hurriedly brushing your teeth, you exited the bathroom smiling sheepishly at Bucky and thanking him quietly. Sluggishly, you threw your uniform in the hamper next to the bathroom door before approaching Bucky. You smiled again when you noticed that Bucky had changed into his own pyjamas: clad in a pair of sweatpants and a black t-shirt, attempting to quickly prepare the bed for you.

“What did I do to deserve you?” You asked rhetorically as you slipped into the covers, Bucky close behind you shifting slightly to get comfortable.

“Don’t get all cheesy on me now Y/N.” Bucky joked, knowing that when you were tired your affectionate side revealed itself. You scoffed, kicking him in the leg and loving the sound of the laugh that you received in return. He smiled at you, eyeing the loose fabric that rested on your shoulders and the way it all but engulfed you.

“C’mere doll, you need to sleep. We can talk tomorrow morning.” Bucky whispered, noticing the yawn that escaped you and the way you tried to suppress it, wanting to talk to him for that little bit longer. But you couldn’t refuse when he wrapped his arm around your waist, reigning you in to rest your head against his chest, wrapping your arms around him in return.

Bucky rested his chin against your head, loving the way you pressed yourself further into his embrace. "Goodnight darlin’," he mumbled into the silence, pressing his lips lightly against your forehead and hugging you the slightest bit tighter. "I love you," he added moments later, closing his eyes suddenly as though the darkness that engulfed the two of you became too overbearing. But you didn't hear it, soft snores escaping you, sound asleep in Bucky's arms, the steady beat of his heart lulling you into a peaceful and dreamless sleep.

It wasn't until F.R.I.D.A.Y announced that the two of you were required in the conference room that you woke up. Whilst it may have not been the most desirable waking, you were more than happy with your current predicament. During the night, it had seemed the two of you had shifted even closer. You were all but laying on top of Bucky, your legs slotted between his with your foot resting on his calve as they tangled together. Your head rested on his right shoulder, as you hugged his waist, his left hand entwined with one of your own. His right hand had slipped beneath his hoodie you were wearing, mindlessly caressing the skin on your lower back during his slumber, bringing you even closer together and you were definitely not complaining.

“Good morning,” your lips curled into a grin when Bucky began to shift beneath you, his arms tightening around your figure when he noticed you were still pressed up against him. Lifting your head, you placed your chin on his chest to peer up at him, not missing the way he smiled broadly when he looked at you wrapped up in his arms clad in his hoodie, loving the familiar crinkle of the corner of his eyes.

“Good morning, darlin’” his voice was still laced with sleep, his blue eyes peering tiredly at you before he pressed his lips to your forehead. Your heart pounded in your chest, as his grip on your hand subconsciously grew tighter when you tucked your head under his chin. “We have to get up, don't we?” Bucky asked quietly, silently praying that the others forgot about the pair of you, leaving you to stay in bed for the remainder of the day. Bucky felt completely content. No nightmares haunted his dreams that night; your presence calming him to a state of complete tranquillity, as he was finally able to get a good night’s sleep since your departure. Whenever you left he couldn't help but worry about you. Whilst he knew that you were more than capable of defending yourself, having been on the receiving end of your right-hand swing more than once during training sessions, Bucky couldn’t bear the thought of you injuring yourself on a mission. He didn't even what to contemplate what it would be like to lose you. You were his anchor and without you he knew he wouldn't be able to remain stable.

You sighed in response to his question, mumbling a small ‘unfortunately’ under your breath, neither of you possessing any desire to move from your current position.

“No. I refuse.” Bucky stubbornly muttered, brining your body even closer so he could bury his nose in the crook of your shoulder. His actions and stubborn behaviour elicited a giggle out of you, your hand mindlessly outlining the scar on his chest where metal met flesh. You felt him flinch ever so slightly, knowing exactly what was going on in his head, but relaxed almost instantaneously when you quickly pressed your lips against his arm. Your heart clenched in your chest as you thought about the inevitable pain Bucky experienced, the endless nightmares that invaded his thoughts when he was caught off guard. You felt an overwhelming desire to pull him flush against your body, in an attempt to shield him away for the bad that existed in the world. You wanted nothing more than to protect him from the harm HYDRA had caused, protect him from those who couldn't see past the metal arm and what it insinuated. You were still unable to comprehend how the world was unable to see what you saw: a broken man tainted by his past who wanted nothing more than acceptance.

“Hey,” you were brought out of your trance by Bucky, squeezing you hand lightly. “you okay there?” He watched you, his eyebrows pulled together noticing the sombre look that adorned your features. You shook your head resting your chin again on his chest to gain a better view of the blue eyes you had come to adore.

“I’m fine Buck, I just-” you cut yourself off with a sigh evidently frustrated, casting your gaze anywhere to avoid the look he was giving you.

“Y/N, look at me.” When you refused to pick up your head, he curled a finger under your chin, his calloused hand caressing your soft skin in the sweetest of ways. “What’s troubling you? You know you can tell me anything. I’ll always listen, you know that.”

You smiled gratefully, at a loss for words as he manoeuvred his right hand to cup your cheek, his thumb running across your jawline. You felt your stomach do a flip and your eyelids slowly seal shut at the feeling. “Mhmm . . .” You couldn't even respond to his question too caught up on the way Bucky was invading all your senses, his gentle touch that felt all too natural driving you to the brink of insanity.

“Doll,” Bucky mumbled, a clear shift in the atmosphere causing you to open your eyes, peering up at him from beneath your eyelashes. Your breath hitched in your throat as you caught sight of his expression: nothing but pure adoration lingering in his eyes. You weren’t completely sure who moved first, but you could feel your palms sweating as he Bucky laid his forehead against yours, his breathe fanning your upper lip ever so teasingly. Your felt your breathing quicken as Bucky mumbled your name again, his eyes slipping closed as his hand moved to the nape of your neck. His hand tangling in your hair and bringing your head closer to him. You followed him, your eyes shutting on their own accord, your toes curling in anticipation of what was about to happen as your noses brushed.

“Did you misplace your alarm clock or are you just so incapable-” Your bedroom door flung open without warning causing your eyes to snap open, catching Bucky’s stunned expression which you were almost positive matched your own.

“What the fu-” Sam abruptly shouted, just as shocked as the two of your breaking you both our of your frozen state. Bucky, very obviously off guard completely, unintentionally shoved you off him as he sat up, resulting in you letting out an indignant squawk as you felt yourself fall. In a feeble attempt to prevent the inevitable, you grabbed onto Bucky, causing him to fall off the bed, with him landing awkwardly onto of you. All was silent for a second, as your mind tried to catch up with what just happened. You cast you gaze between Bucky, Sam and a confused Steve behind him opening and closing your mouth pathetically, as your heart pounded in your chest unable to suppress your disappointment over Sam’s entrance, stopping what had almost occurred. As Bucky began to shift slightly to free you from beneath him, a sharp pain began to crawl up your leg causing you to let out a cry of pain, your hands automatically going to grip your leg. And alas, here you were; confined to possibly the most uncomfortable bed in the building, glaring viciously at the cast that was meant to serve to protect your fractured leg.

You turned your head to the door as it opened, revealing Bruce an almost teasing smile on his face. You narrowed your eyes in his direction, not missing the way Sam had all but ran down the hallways telling everyone what he had walked in and you were positive that Bruce had surely gotten that earful.

“So, you've fractured your Tibia but luckily, it’s a stable fracture so if all goes well it should heal just fine. But with that said, it will take up to four months possible six.” You didn't even try to suppress your groan as you rubbed your hands down your face.

Bruce shot you a sympathetic smile as you begrudgingly thanked him. He nodded before dismissing himself turning to exit the room. You watched as he left, a pout permanently set on your lips as you frowned at the cast yet again. Four months you would have to deal with this stupid cast. Four whole months! At minimum! You didn't know how the hell you were going to deal with this. You had the literal worst luck in the world.

The door opened once more, creeping slowly as a sheepish Bucky entered the room. His eyes widened slightly as he caught sight of the cast on your leg. He felt guilty, so incredibly guilty. His mind was racing with numerous ways he thought he could at least try to make it up to you. You watched him walk towards your bed, crossing your arms over your chest. You definitely were not mad with him - he couldn't have controlled what just happened. No, you were more evidently infuriated with the fact that you were so so close to finally capturing his lips in a kiss but the opportunity was ripped away from you leaving you temporarily restricted to this hospital bed.

“I am so so-” you threw your hand up, your mouth twisting into a grimace. Bucky cast a pitying look in your direction, his words halting at your movements as he caught his lower lip between his teeth. As much as you were frustrated, you couldn't help but let your eyes wander staring intently at his lips wondering for what seemed like the millionth time, what it would be like for them to be pressed up against your skin. Your thoughts inevitably prompted a growing blush to crawl up your cheeks and neck, as you stubbornly turned your head in the opposite direction, too exasperated to deal with anything.

“Darlin’-” he stopped again, as he paused momentarily before the bed. Instinctively, he would normally sit by your hips when you were laying down, but given your current ‘predicament’ he didn't know what to do with himself.

“Please look at me, Y/N, you have no idea how guilty I feel right now. Please, its eating me alive. I’m so sorry doll.” At the desperation that was evident in his voice, you looked at him again, eyeing his crestfallen face and the way he was wringing his hands.

Sighing softly and offering him a smile you pulled him closer by his hand. “I’m sorry Bucky, I'm overacting slightly. Just I feel like the BFG with this thing on my foot right now.” You patted the spot next to, shuffling over to the best of your ability to make space for him beside you. Slowly, he sat down peering at your leg once again evidently confused.

“Don’t laugh at me, but . . . what’s a BFG?” You couldn't suppress the giggle that surpassed your lips even if you tried, not missing the way Bucky pouted.

“Hey,” he whined but didn't reject you when you rested yourself against his chest, entwining your fingers like they were this morning. “But no, I'm really sorry doll, I just freaked out and it was Sam- of all people it had to be Sam. That moron just knows how to get under my skin and you wouldn't believe what he’s telling everyone! I mean-” You smiled at his rambling, looking up at him as he glared at the wall.

You laughed again cutting him off, bringing his hand closer to you. “S’alright Buck. I’ll live. I've definitely been through worse.” Your laughter was cut short when Buck turned to look down at you, not realising just how close the two of you were. His gaze repeatedly shifting between your eyes and your lips, inching closer to you.

You heart seemed to beat more widely than it did this morning as he placed his forehead once again on yours. He was so close. You could see just how bright his eyes were, noting the flecks of dark blue that were present in his irises. You placed your hand on his chest, noting the steady increase of Bucky’s heartbeat as he inched closer.

And as if life wanted to mess with you that little bit more, the door to your room flung open once more. “Y/N! Sorry ‘bout your leg an all but really Frosty? Seriously? Never woul- Barnes! Are you fu-” You didn't even glance up at Sam, as he abruptly entered. Bucky turned again, frustration evident in his expression as he glared at Sam, opening his mouth prepared to snap at him.

“Nope, not again.” you muttered, placing your hand on Bucky’s cheek and turning his face towards you, before bringing your lips together. You couldn't help the smile that fought its way onto your lips as Bucky reciprocated your affection. Ignoring Sam’s outbursts and protestant yelling, you sighed contently as Bucky pulled you closer, his hand returning to its original position as he weaved his fingers through your hair. His lips caressed your own in a way that left you dizzy and ecstatic, euphoria seeping through your body as you finally got to kiss man that you had fallen smitten for.

You felt your stomach knot as his hadn't trailed down to your hip, caressing the skin on your back beneath his hoodie that you were still wearing, a shiver creeping down your back. He smiled in response in utter bliss, unable to grasp the fact that you were there pressed agains his body, your arms wound around his neck. Eventually you pulled away, but not completely, your breaths mingling together, smiling giddily at one another.

“See! I told you! Look at them! Pay up Rogers.” You didn't even notice Sam had left but now the room was filled with the team, knowing smiles cast in your direction as they took in your position.

You turned confusedly to watch Steve dig through his pocket before slapping a few bills in Sam’s awaiting palm.”

“What the hell?” Bucky voiced your thoughts, as he two watched the interaction equally perplexed. “You were betting on us?”

“No,” Sam began, grinning at Bucky as he scowled “We were betting on how long it would take you to grow a pair and become a man.”

You couldn't help but giggle at the way his frown deepened, burying your face in Bucky’s shoulder. But at your actions, the scowl was replaced with a wide smile, feeling nothing pure ecstasy as he finally had you, the girl of his dreams, in his arms. You felt your cheeks heat up as Bucky stared down at you, blushing furiously when he pressed his lips again against yours, laughing lightly as the others let out a groan. You smiled profusely when Bucky sighed, resting his chin on top of your head, watching as Natasha urged everyone to leave the two of you alone not missing the wink she sent in your direction.

“I hope you know,” Bucky began moments later after many more chaste kisses, as the two of you indulged in each other’s company “that firstly, you're kinda stuck with me for a while now.”

“That’s perfectly fine by me.” Your grinned again, kissing him again. He smiled in return, moving his lips against your slowly as though he was savouring the moment. “And secondly?” You asked, bringing your hand up to move the strands of hair that escaped his bun and fell on his forehead.

“Oh! Secondly,” Bucky began with a sly grin on his face. “I hope you also know, that I am undeniably and completely in love with you doll.”

You giggled like a love-struck teenage girl, resting your hand on his cheek, admiring the twinkle that lit up his eyes. “I love you too,” you confessed, pecking his lips once more, “even though you kinda broke me.” You teasingly said, nudging your head in the direction where your leg laid limply.

Bucky groaned, but knew you were only teasing. “Would a Disney marathon make up for it? With chocolate? And pizza?” Bucky smiled hopefully, his grin growing when you nodded and buried yourself in his chest once again.

“It’s a start.” You joked, closing your eyes and beaming to yourself.

Bucky sighed softly, resting his cheek against the top of your head. “I love you darlin’” he mumbled.

“I love you too.”

Maybe your luck wasn’t so bad after all.

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my-emotional-self · 7 years

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His Assistant (Chris Evans/Reader, Sebastian Stan/Reader)

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader, and Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: Swearing? Fluff, angst

Request: HiCan I request a chris story where he meets a girl&she becomes his assistant that turns into his best friend& emotional support person. He falls for her but doesn’t want to tell her& she overhears him telling Scott that it will ruin everything between them& he can’t lose her cuz she is the best am&he needs her. She’s sad he wont tell her. But eventually she gets a boyfriend that is chris’s actor friend&he get kind of jealous. You can end it how you want. With chris or the other guy in the end

Requested By: @marvelmakeuplover

A/N: There are two endings to this story! Also, I’m not overly happy with this one, so I’m sorry!

It still felt unreal as you sat in Chris’ trailer on the set of Avengers: Infinity War while he was filming a scene. Everything fell into place so quickly, happening so fast. One minute you met him at a friend’s party, the next thing you knew, you had become his assistant. Talk about perfect timing. His assistant decided to quit, wanting to start a family, and you were in between jobs. Never having done any kind of assistant work for a celebrity before, he saw something in you that he knew would work.

Two years later, not only had you become his assistant, you were now best friends with the actor. The chemistry between the two of you was so compelling, it was no wonder you two were drawn to each other. You were also a great emotional support system for him. With all of his traveling and press, Chris tended to get some pretty bad anxiety attacks and you were always there for him, helping him control that anxiety and ease his mind.

He wasn’t hard on the eyes either. You were actually kind of shocked as to why he was still single. Although you did understand the constant traveling around the world, filming for months at a time can be a bit exhausting on a relationship. Naturally, your eyes did wander from time to time, checking Chris out when he changed shirts and outfits in between filming. Hey, you were a woman, and he was a very attractive guy, it was only normal right? But it was his personality which had you enthralled from the beginning.

“Stop Y/N!” you quietly scolded yourself in his trailer, looking like a damned fool. “He may be your best friend, but he is still your boss.” It was a pretty common occurrence, having to constantly remind yourself that you needed it keep it professional, no matter what you felt.

Your stomach began to grumble and you headed out of his trailer and towards the catering tent. Instantly your mouth began to water as you saw the spread before you. Grabbing a plate, you started to grab anything and everything that looked delicious before heading back to Chris’ trailer.

As you got closer, you paused. His trailer door was open and you heard Chris talking; your name coming from his lips. Slowly you crept closer to the door, eavesdropping on his conversation and realizing Scott was in the trailer with him.

“You have to tell her Chris. Come on. I know it’s killing you to hide your feelings from Y/N. What’s the worst that can happen?” you heard Scott say, nearly dropping your plate of food when you realized they were talking about you.

“Chris likes me?” you said above a whisper in shock.

“Scott you don’t think I know that? Y/N is without a doubt the best thing that has happened to me. Not only is she the best assistant I could have asked for, she’s always there for me ya know? When I get my damn anxiety attacks, she’s right there, knowing exactly what to do to calm me down. I’ve fallen so hard for her and I’m at a loss at what to do.”

“Then what are you waiting for?!”

“Really Scott?” Chris said and your heart nearly dropped, waiting on bated breath for what he was about to say. “It would absolutely without a doubt ruin everything between us if she didn’t feel the same way. And what if she did huh? What if she DID feel the same way about me? There is still that chance that something might happen and it wouldn’t work out. I can’t lose her Scott. I just can’t risk that. She is unconditionally the best person out there. I need her, I can’t lose her.”

Tears wanted to fall from your eyes at his words but you quickly clenched you them shut, taking deep breaths. Chris felt the same way about you as you did him. But it was breaking your heart hearing that he didn’t want to come forward with those feelings. You didn’t blame him, not one bit. The two of you were like puzzle pieces, fitting perfectly together in this world. And he did need you, just as much as you needed him.

“I still say you talk to her Chris,” Scott’s voice more calm now.

“Yeah, yeah I’ll think about it,” Chris replied and you could hear the sorrow in his voice.

You were stuck, not knowing whether to go inside the trailer or back to the catering tent. Taking deep breaths, calming your nerves you headed into the trailer. “Scott, Chris, how is everything?” you asked as if you heard none of their conversation, sitting down on the couch and devouring your food.

“Great. Everything is great. Perfect even. Nothing is wrong,” Chris began to ramble as your head popped up, looking at him with furrowed brows. Your eyes wandered to Scott, noticing that he was giving Chris a glare before you went back to eating your food.

You wanted to badly to talk to Chris, to try and get him to come forth with what you heard him talking to Scott about, but like Chris, you didn’t want anything to become ruined. So you decided to wait; wait for Chris to make his move.

And you waited, waited for three months but he said nothing. Each time you saw after that day, your heart would skip a beat, ready for him to confront you on his feelings, but there was nothing.

Since Avengers: Infinity War took so many months to film, you ended up getting really close to many of the actors on set; Sebastian in particular. He was a really funny guy, always having you doubled over laughing. Sebastian was just as easy going as Chris, if not more and you really related to him.

While your heart still hoped for Chris to come to you about this feelings, you soon found yourself developing feelings for Sebastian, and after three long months waiting for Chris, Sebastian made his move.

After a few phenomenal dates with Sebastian, the two of you officially became a couple; everyone, except for Chris, very happy for you two. Your heart broke each time you saw the way Chris looked at you when you were with Sebastian. Of course you didn’t let your relationship come in the way of your work duties with Chris, but it still hurt to see Chris like that. He was jealous, without a doubt but you gave him plenty enough time to confess his feelings for you. While you could have also been the one to reveal your feelings for Chris, you put your foot down on that idea seeing as he was your boss. In your mind, it should have been Chris who came forward first.

Chris did his best to hide his jealous stares, but you saw right through him. You knew him too well. But you were happy; happy with Sebastian even though a part of you felt empty, you pushed forward.

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Three Years Later

You were pacing around the room, your white gown heavy on your body but you had never felt more beautiful in this moment. Taking deep breaths, you calmed yourself as you looked out the window into the vast countryside; there was a knock on the door.

“Come in,” you said nervously, not knowing who it could have been. A smile lit up your face as Chris opened the door, standing there looking dapper in his suit.

His eyes roamed over your body, taking in your wedding gown. “You look breathtaking Y/N,” Chris said, placing a hand over his heart.

You felt your face heat at his compliment, bowing your head. “You’re looking rather dashing yourself Mr. Evans.”

He walked towards you, giving you a kiss on your cheek as he held onto your hands. Your heart felt a pang but you quickly pushed it aside. After all these years knowing that Chris felt the same way about you as you did him, you had hoped, expected even for him to talk to you, but he never did. So you had to move on; move on with your life.

“You know, I still haven’t been able to find a replacement that was as good as you,” Chris remarked with a small grin. After a year of dating Sebastian, and when things started to become real serious in your relationship, the two of you talked and figured it would be best to quit working for Chris; giving you more time with Sebastian. It was the hardest decision of your life, but as mentioned, you had to move on.

“Again, I’m sorry about that Chris. I truly wish it could have worked out. But I just….,” you trailed off, not being able to find your words.

Chris cupped your face, tilting your head up to you could gaze into his eyes. “It’s alright Y/N. I understand. You don’t have to apologize for it.” You gave him a soft smile, nodding your head. “Now, are you ready for me to walk you down the aisle?”

Nodding your head, you replied, “I’m ready.”

You looped your right hand around his left bicep and he opened the doors; your breath hitching in your throat as you saw your soon to be husband, Sebastian, standing at the alter waiting for you.

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ALTERNATE ENDING

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Three Months Later

Things with you and Sebastian were going well so far. A few dates had been spent between you two over the time, but nothing too serious as filming was still being done. Sebastian was great, and you meshed well with him together, but there was still a nagging feeling at the back of your mind, reminding you of Chris.

Chris was jealous of your relationship with Sebastian; you could read it all over his face. And no matter how hard he tried to hide it, he could never hide anything from you.

There was a knock on your hotel room door one night as you got up from bed, clad in your comfy pajamas and opened the door.

Chris didn’t even hesitate at the door, instead barging right inside your room as you shut the door behind you. Turning around you noticed he was pacing, his hand anxiously scratching the back of his neck. “Chris?” you called out feeling suddenly worried about his anxious behavior.

At the sound of your voice, he paused, turning to face you. When his eyes locked with yours, it felt like the world stopped spinning. He was hurt, it was obvious in his eyes and you quickly moved your feet, rushing to his side and wrapping your arms around his torso. “Talk to me Chris. What’s going on?” you begged, your voice a hushed whisper.

“I can’t keep doing this, living like this,” Chris’ voice wavered. His words made you worry and you snapped your head upwards to face him; taking his face into your hands.

“What are you talking about?”

“I can’t keep seeing you with Sebastian, Y/N. It’s breaking my heart and it’s all my fault….all my fault.” By now Chris had tears streaming down his cheeks as your thumbs quickly wiped them free, your heart breaking at his admission. “I should have told you sooner. Months ago even. Scott even urged me to do so. I love you Y/N and it’s killing me to see you with him.”

Your eyes met his and you didn’t even need a second thought to do what you were going to do. Leaning up on your tip toes you lips met his in a startling kiss. Chris didn’t respond right away, feeling caught off guard but luckily he soon realized what was happening and he kissed back. You melted into his warm embrace; your heart pounding frantically as you relished in the kiss.

Chris pulled away, his face scrunched in worry. “What about Seba…,” he began to say but you cut him off with another kiss. Tilting your head to the side, the kiss deepened as his hands tangled into your hair.

This time you pulled away, a coy smile on your face. “My heart has always belonged to you Chris,” you acknowledged. “And Sebastian always had a feeling about that. Things haven’t gotten far enough along between him and I for it to be a bad breakup.”

Chris smiled, tucking your hair behind your ear. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

Shaking your head, you placed your finger to his lips, hushing him. “All that matters is that you did tell me.”

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