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a story told in the eyes of jade levesque-deveraux (now deveraux-good), triple h’s niece, on how she became the youngest wwe female superstar to the youngest women’s champion to marrying dean ambrose and leaving the squared circle and living the life away from the brightest lights of wwe.

pairings: oc (ex) boyfriend x ofc jade | some cm punk x ofc jade (it’s complicated) | eventual dean ambrose/jon moxley x ofc jade (endgame)

Latest Update: March 13, 2026

This story has been moved to AO3 and will be updated only in AO3 moving forward.

This story exists solely within its own universe, separate from reality.

This story exists solely within its own universe, separate from reality.

past events are set in 2004-2012

2013-2014 during her time in The Shield

2015-2016 last wwe run and her retirement year

2017-2026 on her life after professional wrestling

some events are loosely based on wwe storylines

Author’s Notes

the story is mainly told as Amelia Jade [OC] looking back at her life and reminiscing all the things she went through while in WWE

the lore of this fanfiction goes deep :) (OC’s life)

i made a wikipedia type document for Jade’s background story (that will be published too)

This story exists solely within its own universe, separate from reality.

This book is a work of fiction and takes place in an alternate universe. The characters, events, relationships, and timelines portrayed within these pages are entirely fictional and created for storytelling purposes only.

Any similarities to real people, real-life events, or actual experiences are purely coincidental. Details that may resemble situations from real life are not reflections, retellings, or representations of the same events, nor do they carry any affiliation, confirmation, or connection to any real individuals or names mentioned.

This story exists solely within its own universe, separate from reality.

Overview

At sixteen years old, Jade faced the world without fear. The world learned her name being the youngest woman to ever step into the squared ring and the youngest Women’s Champion in WWE history, starting her career in ECW before getting moved to the main roster at eighteen. She grew up under the blinding lights and roaring crowds, achieving greatness of what most only dream of.

Behind the victories were quiet heartbreaks, friendships that ended too soon, rivalries that cut deep, and a first love that was never meant to be hers. The world was once enormous during her younger years where every loss was heavy, every longing was sharp, and every single hope was hanging in a thin thread. But time has made her wiser, experienced, and resilient making her into someone stronger than the girl she once was.

By twenty eight, Jade had already lived a lifetime and chose to step away from the spotlight. She was already fulfilled yet forever changed. Now in her mid-thirties, she looks back with no regrets, grateful for the innocence she outgrew and the woman she became. Surrounded by love and steady life, Jade learned that the greatest victory was never in the ring but in choosing a life that feels like home.

coming of age, angst, romance, unrequited love, patient love, first heartbreak, complicated relationship, healing…

This story exists solely within its own universe, separate from reality.

This story is published on AO3.

CHAPTERS

00 - A Podcast After All These Years

01 - The Beginning

02 - Amelia Jade

03 - Chemistry

04 - Everything New

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CHAI’s WWE Masterlist

This is a masterlist of all my WWE fan fictions and one shots.

Mainly for my favorite WWE Superstars and AEW Jon Moxley.

Masterlist Posted Date: February 14, 2026

Latest Update: Mar 13, 2026 unjaded 04 | Next [Possible] Update: dream (cody rhodes)

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The stories exist solely within its own universe, separate from reality.

The following stories are a work of fiction and takes place in an alternate universe. The characters, events, relationships, and timelines portrayed within these pages are entirely fictional and created for storytelling purposes only.

Any similarities to real people, real-life events, or actual experiences are purely coincidental. Details that may resemble situations from real life are not reflections, retellings, or representations of the same events, nor do they carry any affiliation, confirmation, or connection to any real individuals or names mentioned.

The stories exist solely within its own universe, separate from reality.

fluff 💞 ~ tooth-aching sweetness and happy endings, comedy

angst 🌧 ~ heart-wrenching sadness, emotional, hurt, pain, may contain crying and drama

romance 💋  ~ includes light to heavy flirting, tension, kissing, make-out

unfortunately, this writer does not know how to write smut :)

SONG FICs

Dean Ambrose / Jon Moxley

story here (soon…)

CM Punk

story here (soon…)

Cody Rhodes

story here (soon…)

Drew McIntyre

story here (soon…)

Roman Reigns

Seth Rollins

More to be added…

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dream (cody rhodes x f!reader)

quit (drew mcintyre x f!reader)

pipebomb (cm punk x f!reader)

promise (cody rhodes x f!reader)

protect (drew mcintyre x f!reader)

return (cm punk x f!reader)

notebook (dean ambrose x f!reader)

fighter (jon moxley x f!reader)

SERIES

unjaded (dean ambrose/mox x ofc) - moved to ao3

a story told in the eyes of jade levesque-deveraux (now deveraux-good), triple h’s niece, on how she became the youngest wwe female superstar to the youngest women’s champion to marrying dean ambrose and leaving the squared circle and living the life away from the brightest lights of wwe. This story exists solely within its own universe, separate from reality.

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Chris Evans

34. “Here, give me that. Let’s switch.”

About: Chris has a new phone and he’s having trouble with it.

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Sebastian Stan

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About: You and Sebastian Stan will never go out of style. No matter how messy things happen between your lives, you will always find yourself back to him.

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“You ready?” Sebastian asked, as you made yourself comfortable on the passenger’s seat. Nodding your head, you made sure that your seatbelt was secured before facing his way.

“So, where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.” Sebastian smirked, making you roll your eyes in response.

It has been about six months since you last saw and talked to him. He became busy with work, filming movies here and there, and just when you thought he’s about to have his free time… he has to do promotion and photoshoots. Not that you’ll be the first one to get his phone call anyway. His girlfriend…or should you say ex-girlfriend, was his first priority.

Maybe that’s why you haven’t talked to him for almost half a year. It even crossed your mind that you’ll never be able to see him again. But here he is, in the flesh, picking you up at midnight to go somewhere.

“I think it’s good that he’s not contacting you anymore.” You best friend said, nonchalantly chewing her food. “You guys always fuck and go.”

Pursing your lips, you took a bite of the croissant to avoid yourself from talking. You let out a satisfied groan at the perfect buttery taste of the puff pastry, completely ignoring what your best friend just said few moments ago. You can feel her glare at your way but you continue enjoying the crispy croissant with your coffee.

“Seriously though, it’s a good thing.” She insists. “Maybe this is his character development, ‘cause every time you guys do this hook up shit, he’s the one who’s always not bothered. Hell, you even saw him date a woman the next day after you both had sex.”

“Can we not talk about this right now?”

“No. We’re talking about this right now.” You sighed, loudly. “You on the other hand, starts questioning yourself if you’re that low of a woman to him. You’re not. So, I don’t know why you’re waiting for him to call you when he announced two weeks ago that he has a girlfriend.”

You stayed silent.

“So how have you been?” You broke the silence.

“I’ve been good. I’m really happy I finally got to take a break even just for a while.” He answered, looking at the road ahead of him.

“I’ve been well, too. I got promoted last week, nothing too serious if you ask me.”

“You got promoted?” Sebastian beamed with excitement. “Didn’t you wait for two years to get that promotion? Congratulations.”

“Err.. I’ve been waiting for it for so long that I forgot I wanted it.” You stated, “Getting promoted just means more work for me to do now.” You shifted on your seat. “Are we near?”

“About twenty, thirty more minutes.”

“Seb?” You asked, trying to find if a body is lying next to you. “Sebastian?”

Opening your eyes, you weren’t even surprised anymore that he had left, leaving no traces behind. You pressed your head deeper on the pillows, trying to ignore the burning sensation in your chest. “God, you’re stupid, Y/N.”

Getting up, you made your way towards the bathroom and did your business. It was around 10 in the morning when your best friend decided to come over and spend the rest of the Sunday with you. She had brought copious amounts of snacks and drinks that you filled the fridge and all the cupboards. According to her, she’ll be coming over every weekend for the whole month to stop you from doing something stupid. Whispers on the street told her that Sebastian is home in New York for the whole month.

“So… what movie do you want to watch?”

“Anything without Sebastian on it.” You said, bluntly.

“That’s easy. We should watch something horror, we’re both scaredy cats but it’s bright outside, we’ll forget about it by nighttime.”

You sat next to your best friend, grabbing a snack, and placing it on your lap. The loud sound of tearing plastic echoing in the room when you aggressively open it, some chips falling on the floor as you shove a handful in your mouth.

“Geez. Slow down, will you?”

“We had sex.” You said, looking at your best friend straight in the eyes.

“What?”

Sighing, you pressed your lips together. “Sebastian came over last night and we had sex.”

Your best friend crossed her arms, dropping the remote on the coffee table. “So where is he?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged your shoulders, “I woke up and he was gone.” As usual.

“Fucking Sebastian Stan. Once I saw his face, I will punch his jaw so hard.”

Brooklyn…Sebastian took you to Brooklyn. The view of the Brooklyn Bridge Park was even more beautiful at night. The glow of the city lights taking your breath away as you stared at the view. “Why did you take me here?”

Sebastian shrugged his shoulders, the crunching of leaves hit your ears as he cozied himself on the ground, arms crossing behind his head. “A different place, I guess.”

You sat next to him, looking at Sebastian who has his eyes closed, his breath visible through the chill night. You indulge the city lights, wrapping your arms around yourself as you enjoy the moment of peace between you and Sebastian.

A whistle echoed from a distance, your eyes squinting at a gleam of flashlight in the darkness. With your heart thumping, and your eyes widening, you shoved Sebastian who seemed to have fallen asleep. “What?”

“Damn you. This park closes at 1 AM.”

Sebastian’s eyebrow knitted together before he went back to lying on the grass. “Sebastian!”

“I talked to the guard; he knows.”

Before another complain escape your lips, a bright light hit your face. “Excuse me Ma’am?” The sounds of stones rolling, and leaves pressing together, made your heart thump. You gripped Sebastian’s arm, trying your best to get him up. “Park’s closed, Ma’am. I’m gonna need you to leave.”

You pinched your company’s arms harder this time, your nails digging on his skin. “Ow!”

The light that was once on your face shifted to the man lying next to you. “Mr. Stan?”

Sebastian has his hand against the light as he squints, “Yeah, Joe. Sorry for the inconvenience, I liked my friend being scared as hell.”

“My apologies, Ma’am, Sir. Have a great night.” And just like that, the guard walked away. Gritting your teeth, you playfully kicked his legs while you cross your arms. Sebastian let out a faint chuckle.

“It’s true though. Thought you’re going to jail, baby?” He puts his face close to yours.

Looking away, you calmed yourself, slowing the beat of your racing heart. “Have you found a reason why you took me here?”

Sebastian sighed. “I’ve been thinking…”

“Uh huh…”

“What are we?”

“Friends with benefits? You barely even know each other to be friends.” Your best friend said. “What’s his favorite color?”

Your mind tried to dig into the rabbit hole but you got nothing. “How about his favorite movie?” Your friend tested further.

Groaning, you sat down on the chair next to you. “We just don’t talk about those childish stuff, you know.”

“How is he even your friend when you know nothing about him and he knew nothing about you?” She raised her eyebrows, “All he knows is your number to call you when he needs to steam off.”

“I call him too when I need him.” You tried to justify.

“Is that enough to be each other’s friend?”

“Honestly…” You trailed, “I don’t know.” You spoke. “We barely know each other. I don’t even know your birthday, Seb… and you probably don’t even know my last name.”

“It’s Y/LN.” He said, catching you off-guard. “Your favorite color is black, even though it’s a shade. You like wearing skirts even when it’s cold. You have almost all the shades of red lipstick in your collection.” He added, “I saw them displayed on your vanity.”

“You…”

“Your favorite book is The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck.” He laughed to himself, “Even though you give a fuck most of the time.”

“I’m sorry.” You looked away, still digesting the fact that Sebastian knew so much about you through his observations.

“I’m the one who should be sorry… I guess. You’re very open, you know. You don’t even have to tell me things to know about you, while me… I barely even talk about myself.” Sebastian said. “My birthday is August 13th, and yours is Y/BD. In case you forgot, you told me about it.”

“I guess, I do talk a lot.”

“Y/N, I want you to be my girlfriend.”

“He has a girlfriend? Aren’t you with him last night screaming his name?”

“Shh! Lower your voice.” Your hand hovering over your friend’s lips. “Look, I don’t know how and I don’t care, okay. I’m just telling you.”

“How did you find out?”

“I saw them at Time Square, kissing.”

“Me?”

“I mean, you’re the only one I want. Took me a lot of bumps on the head, but I soon realized.” Sebastian jested. “God, I’m such a dick to see you in all of them.” His head hung low; a disappointed smile shown on his face as he stared at the ground. “I just want you to know that I won’t ever do that to you.”

Your eyes glistened, as you lightly giggled. “You know what, I take back what I said earlier. We actually know about each other more than we realize.”

“You like red, and that candle holder of James Dean you never stop bragging about. You once said that you’ll eat tiramisu if you can only eat one food, your whole life, though the birthday thing is something I learned today.”

You couldn’t understand Sebastian’s stare at you, but you never see that look on his face before. Or maybe you just didn’t notice it enough in the dark. Fondness? Love?

“The girlfriend part…” Sebastian brought back.

“Well, are you going to take me home tonight?”

“I will… I surely will.”

“Then, I’ll go wherever you’re going, Seb.” His kiss has never tasted sweeter before and you’re glad you’ve tasted it.

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Sebastian Stan 

About: You weren’t supposed to fall in love, but you’re glad you did.

Note: Alternate Universe. Con Artist!Sebastian Stan x Con Artist!Reader

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You scoffed at the overly designed tables, wondering how the invited people would eat their food without their faces touching the flowers. You wouldn’t deny the nice glow of the white tents with the sunset rays though. 

Mr. Walton, one of the elites of New York, lend his tennis court to his friend to be the wedding venue. Were you invited? No. But you have your ways and your connections. So, here you are, finding a new target that would hopefully dive down your rabbit hole. You just need to leave an impression, and maybe your number, then flee. That usually gets you a date or two enough to have your cupboards filled with month worth of grocery. And who knows, sometimes, you get a designer bag as a bonus.

You sat on the stool in front of the tent bar, enjoying the free whiskey, and looking at the bunch of rich folks chatting most probably about their money and fake news. You eyed them one by one, the women all covered in their fine silk and the men showing off their most expensive suits. 

Drinking your whiskey bottoms up, you ignored the burn on your throat. You really need that liquid courage before you do your business. You already found your target, Mr. Chambers, dressed in his Dormeuil Vanquish. You almost laughed at his clear flex, it’s so obvious that he wore that suit to assert dominance and power. Fortunately, you know his weakness; a woman’s touch.

“I see you found your target.” You looked away for a second and saw the Sebastian Stan next to you. You know who he is, what he does, and why he’s here. He’s here with the same reason as you are. Find a lover, get money, then leave. “I heard that Trent Chambers is really easy to fool.”

“Good to know.” You replied. Looking back to where your target is, you noticed how tall he stood amongst other people. For a middle aged man, you can’t believe that he’s stupid. How many people have fooled this man? Or is it because he couldn’t care less about them as well? 

Shaking your head, you pursed your lips. Why would he be worried when he has all the money in the world.

“How are you here?” You asked, “Well, I’m guessing you have your connections as well.”

Sebastian chuckled, “I do, but I also have a date.”

Raising an eyebrow, you urged him to go on. You followed his line of sight and  rolled your eyes when you see a fairly young woman dressed in pure white Christian Dior dress. 

“Mrs. Adams, I see.” You started, “Does her husband know?” You questioned. 

You ordered another glass of whiskey, already feeling the heat of alcohol in your system. You too have meddled with married men before, but you were never that bold to be out in public. If they are married, you were okay being in the shadows, behind their mansion’s curtains, and hidden in their guest bedroom. 

Sebastian and you may share the same job, but he’s not like you. He’s not scared being in public and doing his dirty business in the light. But of course, those things are just based on your observations and assumptions.

“You see, I know some recognize me and what I do,” Sebastian licked his lips, “If I hide this, it hides their trashes too. I think it’s fair to have both our names tinted, don’t you think?”

“You think you’ll get ‘clients’ after that then?”

“Rich folks don’t care. They want pleasure and satisfaction that their money can and cannot buy. Mrs. Adams is the fifth woman that overlooked how many women I left.”

You hummed in response. He does seem to know more than you do. ‘What a professional’ you thought. “You didn’t answer my question, though.” You took a sip of your drink.

“No. Her husband does not know.”

Getting up from your drink, you drank all of your whiskey again. “Thanks for the trick, Mr. Stan. The husband thing is the only one I need to know.” You winked, leaving a stunned Sebastian behind. 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

It’s been months since the encounter with Sebastian. He’s the kind of person who jump around places but leaves trails behind. To say that you’re shocked seeing him in New York with almost the same people from the wedding was an understatement. Unlike you, he came alone. You saw him walk inside the bar before sitting next to a woman in the dim light. In just a matter of seconds, he has his lips near her ear, whispering sweet nothings.

“Are you enjoying the party, hon?” Your date asked, getting your attention, and placing a hand on your arm. Smiling, you nodded silently.

Allen Baker, the current moth that was interested in your flame, is an elite who owns half the land somewhere in Jersey. He has been giving you money, more than enough to pay for your bills and necessities. You just have to do what he wants you to do. Like accompanying him on parties and meetings, and acting like you’re one of them. 

Mr. Baker has been caught in your fire just days ago. He has confessed how much he likes you and how much he wanted to marry you in the near future. That’s usually your sign to leave, and you are planning to leave. You just need to find the perfect timing to run. For now, you play along with him, acting like you share the same feelings.

“I’ll catch up with Mr. Burton,” He left a kiss on your temple. “I’ll be back. Don’t move.”

You released the biggest sigh of relief when he went away, wishing that Mr. Burton will entertain him for the rest of the night. You’d rather be alone than be with him at the moment. Your eyes find its way back to where Sebastian was earlier, and there he was still; perched in the dark, an arm behind his woman. He has the biggest fake smile you could read, laughing at the lame jokes of the people around him.

Before you could look away, Sebastian’s eyes met yours. You turned your back, facing the bar and ordering a drink, pretending that you’re clueless at what just happened. “A cosmo and water, please.”

Sebastian smirked, looking at the glistening skin of your backless outfit. Black and spaghetti strapped? You were surely trying to get other men’s attention in your bodycon mini dress. “I’ll be in the bathroom, baby. I’ll be back.” As soon as Sebastian gets up, you did too, more urgent than usual. 

“Someone’s looking behind you, Ma’am.” The bartender said, placing the cosmo in front of you, before preparing the glass of water. “Ice or no ice?”

“Iced.” You answered. “Is he still looking?”

“He’s getting up his seat, Ma’am.” You groaned in response. 

“Will you hold this for me? I’m just gonna go in the bathroom.” You said, grabbing your purse. 

“Will you be okay, Ma’am? I can call for Mr. Bak-”

“No need. I know the guy. I’ll be fine.” With that, you made your way to the women’s bathroom. In all honesty, you don’t know why you’re scared and nervous. Locking the door, you faced the mirror, and calmed your self, steadily breathing in and out. 

You can’t understand why your hands are shaking at the thought of Sebastian following you here. There was something about the guy that makes you weak on your knees. 

You wanted to leave the place already. You don’t want to face Sebastian with heat on your cheeks. You don’t even know if you can speak to him without flushing in embarrassment. “Get a hold of yourself, Y/N. It’s just Sebastian.” The Sebastian that has been fogging your mind ever since the wedding. The Sebastian that’s too handsome to resist. The Sebastian Stan that you wouldn’t mind jumping your bones in.

“I don’t know why you think the bathroom is the best place to hide.” His voice laced when you opened the door. 

“I wasn’t hiding, I just really need to pee.”

“I didn’t hear any flush.” Sebastian retorted. “Nice outfit by the way.”

“Thanks. Baker bought it for me.” You bragged.

Sebastian huffed. “Baker, huh. Careful, he falls in love easily.”

You tilted your head, “You seem to know a lot about these men more than the women.”

“It’s better to know more about your competitors.”

“Okay?” You raised an eyebrow. 

“Do you want to dance?”

“I don’t dance, Sebastian.” You spoke. “Dancing is... Dancing is something I wouldn’t try doing at all.”

“Scared?” Sebastian challenged. “Terrified?”

“Of you? Of course not.”

“Of falling in love?” You didn’t answer him.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Seb?” You called out, placing your bag on the couch. Feeling his presence behind you, Sebastian wrapped his arms on your waist, leaving a sweet kiss on your exposed neck. “How’s your day?”

“I sold one unit.” He tells, swaying your body with him slowly. You hummed, leaning back and resting your head on his chest. 

“The library’s quiet, as usual.” You mumbled, giggling. “I’ll be getting my pay tomorrow though. I can treat you for dinner.” You joked.

Sebastian placed a kiss on your temple before turning you around. You automatically rest your arms over his shoulder. “How about I treat you dinner?”

“You already did. Like, three times.” You stated.

“Uh huh. I don’t really count.” Sebastian caught your lips in a kiss. Your eyes fully closed in pleasure. His soft warm lips gliding with yours delicately. You can feel your heart beating slower than usual with Sebastian’s hands traveling down your bum, resting and soothing. When you both pulled away, you instantly noticed the pink tints on Sebastian’s cheeks, and his lips redder than the regular. 

“What’s for dinner? Did you order?” You asked, making a bee line to the kitchen area.

“I did. Just some steak for my best girl.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

You can feel the heavy stares and even with the whispers being inaudible, you’re one hundred percent sure you know what they’re talking about. Two con artists arriving side by side, arms attached to one another, with matching clothes. On that side, the rich folks would know what it meant; they’re not entirely stupid.

Your eyes have connected with the glares of women, sending daggers your way. Sebastian on the other hand, smirked at the men who eyed you before scowling at him. He wanted to be a child and stick his tongue to the men, who now can only dream of taking you home. You’re his and he’s yours, you both made that clearly.

Sebastian pulled a chair for you in a rounded table, before sitting next to you. He was quick to grab your hand and kept a grip, kissing your hand in his from time to time. You smiled at how openly Sebastian does it. 

“Sebastian...” Mrs. Adams greeted, sitting on the free chair next to him. “Never thought I’d see you here at this party.” You can tell the lies through her voice, she had an almost mocking tone behind it.

 “We were invited by Mr. Walton,” Sebastian started, “It’s hard to turn down fine whiskey.” 

“I see.” Mrs. Adams then turned to you, “Hello Y/N.”

Faking a smile, you greeted her back with another hello.

“I really thought you and Mr. Baker would end up together.” She said without holding back.

You grimaced, narrowing your eyes at her. “Too bad, I guess. Things just don’t always work out.” You teased. “How’s your husband?” You fought back.

She beamed yet rolled her eyes at your question, “With Mr. Baker.”

Raising an eyebrow, you showed her that you’re not affected by her jabs. Finally heaving a sigh, she swept her blonde her back, keeping her chin held high. “May I borrow your date for a minute? We just need to talk.”

You felt Sebastian’s kisses at the back of your hand. The woman stood up, expecting for Sebastian to follow her. “How about no?” You blurted.

She huffed, “It’s just a talk Missy. Don’t get your panties twisted.”

“How about you entertain your husband who’s watching you try to get my date?” Her eyes widened, and with that she flees the table.

“She’s... She’s brave. That’s all I can say.” You confessed.

Sebastian hissed. “I don’t know if I should agree or not.”

Rolling your eyes, you chuckled. “Just say yes. I won’t be mad.”

“I have a feeling these people plotted something. Who are we for them to invite anyway?”

“Enjoy the free food and drinks, Seb. Then we’ll be out of here.” You announced. 

Sebastian was right. These people really plotted something. Different women have passed by your table and stayed only for them to tell tall tales about Sebastian then leaving. It was like they were trying to scare you off. Little did they know, you already know all of it. You once did the same things that Sebastian did.

You were never bothered, you just listened trying your best not to let out a laugh. Few men have went to the table too, offering you a drink then sending a wink. Some even reminding the great moments they had with you.

“Bunch of assholes.” Sebastian muttered when the table cleared, leaving the two of you alone, finally. 

“They really thought they did something, huh.” You grinned, resting your head on Sebastian’s shoulder. “Calm down. All I heard is nothing.”

The venue was the same tennis court of the wedding, still decorated with tent-like things. This time, it’s just rich people’s party without any important event. The glowing lights makes the place looks surreal. 

The sky suddenly illuminated with fireworks from the distance. You and Sebastian watched it silently. “God, these people can’t really find anything to spend their money on anymore, can they?”

“It’s pretty.” You complimented, eyeing the different colors that would pop in the sky. Pink, white, blue, yellow... it’s a colorful sight.

“Hey.” Looking up, Sebastian smiled at you, kissing your mouth fully.

“Hm...” You groaned, pulling away when Sebastian tried to bite your lip. “Few more seconds we’ll be the star of the show.”

“Let them watch then.” You swat his arm. 

You sighed, staring at his eyes. You’ve never loved like this before, not this deep and not this attached, at least. You’re scared of what could happen and you’re terrified if things don’t work out. What would become of you then? You and Sebastian quit being con artists. Will you find this kind of love again?

“Tell me what’s on your mind, love.” Sebastian caressed your cheek.

“Nothing, really.” You assured. “I’m just happy being here with you.” You expressed.

“I’m happy to be here with you too. You know I love you, right?”

“I love you too.” and you two kissed again.

You’re never gonna love again.

Sebastian will be your first and final love. 

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Chris Evans

About: Finally settling in a new place after your breakup, you threw a party to celebrate a new chapter of your life. You just didn’t expect someone to be there at your front porch.

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Chris watched the windows flicker with different colors, the sound of faint music and loud shouts can be heard from the front porch. He has been standing there for at least fifteen minutes, still contemplating whether to knock on your door or just let you be. 

You were never the one to threw a party unless you’re celebrating. After six months of no communication after the bad ‘breakup’, he has no idea what you’re celebrating for. Maybe for this new house you bought? A new job? New love life?

Chris wanted to turn around and just go home, fly back to Boston, and forget it. He had reached out to you just days after the argument. However, you were quick to have him blocked, and before Chris could even try to sort things out with you, he heard that you moved out of Boston and took a job in California. He had passed your old house in Sudbury so many times before, still wishing that one day, he’d see you watering the white roses on your lawn. He only stopped when he saw the ‘for sale’ sign.

“You can do it, Chris.” Chris assured himself, walking towards the front door. “Come on, fucker. Don’t be a meatball.” After heaving out a deep breath, Chris finally pressed the door bell and even followed it with a faint knock.

Even with the music and voices, Chris heard the footstep of someone getting nearer. “Wait!” He heard on the other side, “I don’t know who’s this late jerk but I’m gonna kick his ass. Or her.” And with that the door opened. 

“You don’t even know how to dance,” You stuck your tongue out at Chris as he lead you to the dance floor. “So what are we gonna do here?”

“Dance, obviously.” Chris tried to twirl you around, in which you did subconsciously. “See.”

“That’s not a dance.” You complained, putting your arms on his shoulder. “Let’s just sway.” You said, feeling Chris’ hands lowering down your hips.

“This could work.” He said, pressing his forehead to yours. 

You felt all eyes on you as you and Chris sway to the beat sweetly, forehead touching each other’s. “They’re looking at us.” You mumbled.

“And so?”

“Hm..” 

You both pulled away temporarily, your eyes wandering on the crowd and there she is, Reese, sending daggers your way. It was a common knowledge on your circle of friends that she likes Chris. She hasn’t confessed yet, but she has been very obvious to everyone that she admire the guy. Chris, on the other hand, is oblivious to the whole thing. He never really turned her away or rejected her advances so Reese has no reason to stop pursuing.

You cleared your throat as you feel the intense burn of Reese’s stare. Stopping your movements, you told Chris you wanted to sit down and rest. He guided you back to the table, his hand resting on your lower back. The only difference between you and Reese is that you have told Chris you liked him. He didn’t give you an answer, but for some reason, his smile that day and the kiss he left at your forehead was enough.

“Chris?” To say that you’re surprised to see Chris at your front porch was an understatement. You’re surprised, scared, nervous... you can’t put it into words. How does he know your place? Why is he here? It’s been months and you cut all communications with everyone you know in Boston. So how?

Locking the door behind you, you gulped down your fear as you face Chris. “Um... hi.” You greeted.

“Hi.” He said back, just as silent as your voice. “Uh... I-”

“What are you doing here, Chris?”

“I just want to...” He trailed. Chris sighed, heaving a deep breath. He closed his eyes for a moment before connecting it to yours. “I... I miss you.”

“Reese?” You furrowed your eyebrows. “He’s with Reese?” You asked.

“Yes.” Iris said, munching on her popcorn. “He’s also taking her as a date on our Christmas Party. And here I thought you guys have a thing.”

“Well...” Clicking your tongue, you sat down next to your friend. “I thought so too.” You grabbed a handful of Iris’ popcorn, shoving it in your mouth. Your heart burning with disappointment and pain. Chris told you that what you have with him is special, and you are special to him. He had clarified multiple times that you are more than a friend to him.

“I mean, to be fair, it’s just the Christmas Party.” Iris reassured. “Maybe Reese asked him to be her date and he couldn’t say no.”

You shrugged, “Maybe.” 

There’s a huge possibility that that’s what happened but was Chris really that much of a gentleman that he can’t turn her down to be your date? How special are you to him?

“Just go.” You said, fighting the welling tears in your eyes. 

“Hear me out, please.” Chris grabbed your arm before you could run away. “Please.” You felt his arm snaking on your waist as he hug you. 

Wiping your tears away, you pushed him back, creating a distance. You glared at Chris, “Talk. You have five minutes.”

“I hope I’m not a rebound.” Jake said as he dance with you. You’re both mindlessly swaying off beat without a care in the world. 

You chuckled and shake your head, “I thought I made it sure this is a friendly date?” 

“Right. I almost forgot about that.”

You rest your temple on his chest, fighting all the tears that wanted to escape from your eyes. Jake ran his hand up and down your back comfortingly, whispering soothing words to your ear. 

Chris and Reese went to the party together. Not even ten minutes later, Iris has run to your side to announce that Reese asked Chris to be with her in Greece for the summer. Your ‘special’ friend agreed, saying that he has not been in Greece and that he would surely love spending summer there. 

You haven’t talked to him for a week now and you missed him deeply. But Chris’ sudden interest to Reese had you stopping yourself from talking to him. He hasn’t reached out to you either. Nothing was ever official so who are you to be mad? Be jealous? Who are you to stop him?

“I’m sorry for treating you like that.” Chris took your hand and hold it closely to him. “I tried to talk to you but... I saw you with Jake and I thought-” His lips pursed, “I thought you moved on.”

You scoffed. “I’ve always told you that I liked you, you! And I have told you many times that I only saw Jake as a brother and a friend.”

“I know.” was all he could say.

“You’re done?” You asked, pulling your hand away.

“I also just want to say I’m happy for you.” Chris muttered. He has been looking at the floor when he started explaining and when he look at your eyes, everything came back. All the memories you had with him in Boston, the good and the bad... It’s like a video tape rewinding in your mind. “You deserve all the happiness in the world. And I just want to say I love you.”

“I realize it too late, but I just want you to know that nothing happened between Reese and I. Still, I’m sorry.” He continued. Turning his back, Chris started walking away towards his car. You can hear every step he takes even with the loud noises in the background.

His foot padding on the wooden stairs to the cobblestones was ringing in your ear. “I just want to make it up to you.” His words echoed in your head.

“Chris!”

Spinning his body, Chris didn’t expect you to jump in his arms. He hugged you just as tight, feeling the wet drops of your tears on his shoulders. “I’m sorry... I’m so sorry.” He murmured, placing kisses on your temples over and over again. “I love you.”

When you pulled away, you kissed him. Showing him just how much you miss his presence as well. You put all the emotions you could muster through the kiss, how much you miss being in his arms, how his love can fix your brokenness, and just how much you love him too.

“I miss you, dickhead.” You breathed. “I love you so much.”

There were claps behind you. As Chris puts you down, you both looked back at the house, seeing some of your friends with big grins on their faces. “We were wondering where our host go. Turns out she’s just with her boyfriend.”

Feeling the warmth on your face, you went back to Chris arms, hugging him tight and hiding your face on his chest. “I love you, Chris.”

“I love you, too.” He said, kissing the top of your head. “I like your outfit, by the way.”

You looked at your outfit, a summer dress with a cardigan over it. The cardigan Chris bought for you. Giggling to yourself, you sighed in contentment in his arms. You were never really over him, weren’t you?

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Sebastian Stan

About: You’re writing a song for your next album in which you decided to make Sebastian as your muse.

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“Don’t go.” Sebastian begged, grabbing a hold of your hand before you could leave the bed. 

“Seb...” You tried pulling your hand away while Sebastian gave you a sly smile. “I have to go to the studio, babe.”

“I know... but just... stay for a bit.”

Nope, you’re not falling for that. You once tried to stay ‘for a bit’ which ended up with you being late for two hours. You remembered how your producer friend scolded you for it. 

“Tell Sebastian to stop wanting a morning taste after a really good sex,” He said in front of everyone, laughing at your horrified face.

You slapped his arm with force, “Shut the fuck up, Josh.” 

“Not happening Sebastian. I already learned my lesson what happened the last time.” You successfully release yourself from his grip. 

“I don’t remember what happened. Care to remind me?”

You narrowed your eyes at Seb. “How about later? When I’m back?” 

“I can just help you with writing a song!” He whined as you made your way towards the bathroom, giggling when you locked the door.

Awards after party has always been this crowded and loud. You enjoyed your friends’ company as well as meeting new people. “Y/N. I’m gonna go talk to Chris real quick. I’ll be back, okay?” Your friend left a kiss on your cheek as she practically ran away. You’d probably do the same if the Chris Evans motioned for you to go to him. 

You had a date tonight, but he had to leave early for personal reasons (or maybe he’s really just a dick and didn’t want to be with you). So here you are, alone and surrounded by your friends with their dates. Thank God, they are all close to you and tried to include you in their conversation. As the time goes on, you decided to grab a drink and leave the table. Your friend seems to be enjoying Chris’ company way too much when you passed them; her hands on his chest and his arm over her shoulder.

You sent a her a wink when your eyes connected. She removed her hand on Chris’ chest temporarily, straying her eyes away from your vision. Laughing, you left the two alone in their zone, sitting on the bar stool, and giving yourself a solo time.

“One cosmo, please.” You ordered. 

You were dazing by yourself when you felt a presence near you. You can smell the musky scent of a man. Not too musky though, the scent has lingering traces of grapefruit. It smelt fresh and way too good. 

Smells like your type, if you word it out.

“I would buy you a drink, but seems like you already have one.” He said. Your eyes widened at the sight of Sebastian Stan in his blue suit. He looks so classy, sexy, handsome, all of the adjective you could think of. He had a haircut that looked like a buzz cut, but not really. For starters, you don’t really know how to describe men’s hair cut anyway.

Your mouth parted. How is this man so handsome? And his five o’clock shadow... you could just fangirl on your knees right now. 

“Hello?” Sebastian catch your eyes in his, smiling when you snapped out of your thoughts. 

“I... sorry... What was that?”

Sebastian chuckled, “Nothing. Where’s your date? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“He left early. Personal reasons.” You answered, taking a sip of your cosmo. You reminded yourself to cut ties with the guy, he’s not gonna be worth it and you can already feel it. You’ve been talking to him for the past two weeks but he doesn’t seem to exert as much effort as you to make this thing work out. “All good. My friends take a really good care of me.”

Sebastian leaned closer, touching your arm. You felt the warmth of his hand crawled to your neck and your cheeks. God, am I really blushing this much just because of his touch? Y/N get a grip. With a shaking hand, you tasted the drink you ordered once again, trying to remove the lump that formed in your throat. 

“Would you like to dance?” Sebastian asked. You tried to say ‘no’ and decline the offer. But with the timing of a slow song playing and Sebastian’s intense gaze on you, you nodded and grab a hold of his hand.

“Flashback when you met me, your buzzcut and my hair bleached...Hm hm hm the best of me~” You sang in tune of the music playing in the background.  “Something like that? What do you think?” You asked your producer and co-writer. 

“Even in my worst time, you could see the best of me~” He sang, continuing your first lyrics.

Your eyes widened, “That’s it! That sounds so good!”

“How ‘bout another flashback thing... So it’s gonna make the whole bridge, same tune.”

“Flashback to my mistakes, hm hmm... yeah yeah. Let me think of one.” You diverted your focus back to your phone where you’ve been writing down the lyrics. Two hours in, and all you could think of is Sebastian. Safe to say that this song is dedicated to him. Bits and pieces of your relationship was thrown in the song, without your friend knowing. 

“Oops,” You giggled when you spilled wine on the bath tub. “I didn’t mean that.”

“Careful.” Sebastian said. Both of you are in his giant bath tub, talking about almost everything and getting to know more about each other. You’ve been exclusively dating for three months now, and news broke out yesterday when the both of you were caught kissing at the streets of Time Square. 

Sebastian scooted near you, placing a kiss on your forehead, then your cheeks. He grabbed the glass on your hand and place it on the floor, along with his. “You’re cute.” He mumbled, giving you another peck. “I know the tabloid is getting on your skin, but ignore them. I love being with you.” He confessed and with that you melted in his arms as he kissed your lips deeply.

You pulled away after a few seconds, “It’s just that... they’re so mean with their comments and um,” You bit your lip. “They’re comparing me to other girls. It’s making me feel ugly and insecure.”

“You’re saying that because you don’t see what I see. You’re fucking beautiful.” He assured. “I don’t care about other girls, okay? I’m yours and only yours.”

“How do I say ‘I love you’ to a person without saying ‘I love you’?” Josh asked. “I feel like that’s going to be a good addition to the sexy as fuck chorus, ya know.”

You roared with laughter. None of you expecting for the chorus to turn out suggestive and seductive. “How about ‘my one and only’?”

“My lifeline?” Josh added.

“My one and only, my lifeline. And I woke up just in time, now I wake up by your side~” You sang. “Holy shit! That’s it!”

“Finally we’re home.” You groaned, sitting on the couch and removing the five-inch heels you’ve been wearing throughout the night. “These heels were killing me.”

Sebastian got on his one knee in front of you, taking your foot and removing your heels for you. He did the same thing to the other one, then placed a kiss on your leg before letting your foot drop on the floor. “Were you seducing me?”

He grinned and stood up, loosening the tie on his neck. “I don’t know. Did it work?” You didn’t answer him. Of course it did! Sebastian’s eyes alone can make you go down on your knees and worship him. Plus, his eyes twinkle differently when he’s horny so... you can easily tell.

“Y/N.” 

You felt your stomach erupted with butterflies, your legs folding over the other. “Yes?”

“I was asking if you’d like to go upstairs and change.”

“Uh, yeah. Give me a moment.”

“Want me to pick you up?” Sebastian proposed with a teasing smile. He eyed your black lace dress that clung on your body beautifully. 

“No-” Too late. Sebastian already picked you up, bridal style. 

“Have I told you how sexy you looked on that dress?” He asked.

“You’ve been whispering that to me ever since we walked out the door earlier.” 

“Good. ‘Cause now I wanna take it off.”

“Seb! I’m home!” You called out, placing your bag on the couch. “Seb?”

“Kitchen!” 

“You’re cooking?” Your brow lifted. “Since when?”

“Since I called my mom for a recipe.” He bluntly replied, chuckling. “Want to help? Or too tired for today’s work?”

“Hm...” You pulled one chair out and took a seat. “I think I’d rather watch my boyfriend cook dinner.”

“That’s fine. I’m feeling confident with my cooking skills today, anyway.”

“Go on then, chef. I’ll be here rooting for you.” You said. “Then after that, I’d like you to hear my newest song, dress.”

“Dress?”

“Dress.” You repeated. “I think you’d like it, if I’m being honest.”

“If it’s something about ripping your dress off then I would love that very much.”

“Hm...” was all you could reply, not hiding the smirk on your face.

“Oh... you’re so gonna get it tonight, babe.” Sebastian cheered. “You’re so gonna get it.”

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Henry Cavill

About: You’ve been talking to Henry for months. You decided to take a vacation in London to meet him in person soon, and dating news ensues.

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You hoped that there wouldn’t be paparazzi waiting for your arrival at the airport. Well, paparazzi in London seems to be more chill and have always kept their distance with you unlike when you’re in New York and any part of the United States, really. Not like anyone would know you’d be here anyway. Still, the media has their ways to get information. You’re just wishing for the best on your visit in the capital of England.

 Thankfully, you had left the airport without breaking a sweat. Your assistant has hired wonderful people. The driver that she hired was one of the nicest people you have ever met. He had asked about your flight and how you’re feeling. He even told short stories about his family which automatically brighten up your day. When he dropped you off on a rental house, you made sure to give him the biggest tip you could. People like him deserved it, especially when they’re doing their job at their best.

“This is too much, Ma’am.” He had tried to give back some change but you shrugged it off.

“You just made my day. You can use it to buy the barbie doll that your daughter has been wanting for ages.” You said. He smiled and repeated his gratitude before driving away. “What a great dad.” You muttered under your breath. Letting out a big sigh, you made your way towards the door.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

You have unpacked all of your clothes and necessities. The only thing you need to do is to fill up your fridge for the next three weeks. You were tying up your boots when your phone dinged with a notification. You catch a glimpse of your phone screen before it turned back to black. 

Henry 

“Oh shit.” Your cursed, forgetting the fact that you told Henry you’ll be arriving today in London. 

Henry I’m here in London, too. Wanna meet up?

What? Your eyes widened. Henry told you two days ago that he’ll be home three days after your arrival. You nervously bit on your lip, not sure what to reply to him. You didn’t plan on meeting up with him yet. Your confidence over texts and phone calls is not as high in person. And the fact that you’ve been overly attracted to him for the past weeks of talking to the one and only Henry Cavill, may or may not cause your untimely death.

I just arrived. Not fully settled yet. I’m out to get groceries :) Rain check? You replied, hoping to have the meet-up rescheduled.

Henry I can come with you. I don’t mind, I’ll wait for you there? 

You hesitated for a bit, “Fuck it.” You mumbled. Sooner or later, you’ll have to meet him in person, anyway. Sure. See you in Whole Foods Market :)

Henry stalled. Should he really be hitting up a woman through her social media account? Does she even use this account herself? There were a lot of what-if’s in his brain. He doesn’t mind if her manager or assistant saw the message but he surely will be happier if she saw it herself.

Hey there Y/N. This is Henry. We met last week at a dive bar, remember? 

To say that Henry was infatuated by you was an understanding. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you the whole night. You’ve had a few conversation with him but you’re also too occupied with your friends to have you by himself. He didn’t get the chance to ask for your number. All he remember was you getting dragged by one of your friends on the dance floor. By the time he had finished his talk with his friend, you were gone.

Now here he is, trying to reach out to you through instagram. Finally, Henry clicked the send button and all he needs to do now is wait, hoping that you’ll remember him and send a message back.

Henry almost jumped up from the couch when a notification popped up on his phone while he scroll through the movies in Netflix. His heart beating rapidly through his chest when he saw your name right next to the instagram logo.

Good afternoon Mr. Cavill, This is Claire, Miss Y/N’s assistant. She had surrendered her social media to us for her monthly phone flush (deleting unwanted messages and blocking trolls). We’ll be returning her socials next week. I’ll make sure to tell her about your message. Have a great day.

Henry’s smile dropped, throwing the phone on the couch. “Yeah, right.” He thought. He instantly knew his message won’t reach you. Being in the industry for a while, he knows that that just how it works in Hollywood. 

You and Henry dropped off your groceries at your temporary house. He helped you with the unloading and arranging everything on the cupboards and fridge. Currently, you’re both in the car on the way to Camden Market. It would be your first time being there and you’re excited. Henry Cavill as your tour guide? You couldn’t ask for more.

After filling your tummies with street food, Henry asked you to take a walk on Camden Beach. You didn’t even know there’s a beach in London. People have looked at you and Henry, most probably recognizing two celebrities strolling around Camden. No one dared to go near though, no one even asked for a picture. But you’re sure as hell that after you both leave this place, there would still be photos that would fly around the internet.

You and Henry sat mindlessly on the sand, far away from the crowd of people. The sun is starting to set, adding hints of pink and orange in the sky. The breeze has always been cold, you almost laugh at the thought of Henry saying the ‘sun don’t sun here’

“Hope you’re enjoying your first day, so far.” Henry said, snapping you out of your bubble.

Smiling, you looked at him, “I mean, I have you as my company.” You even send a wink his way.

He laughed wholeheartedly, “I must say, I did enjoy grocery shopping with you too.”

You both enjoyed a moment of silence, watching the sky fade into gray. The flash of the camera had you and Henry looking on where it came from. Rolling your eyes, you see a boy running away. 

“Wow, I can’t wait to see what’s going on on the internet, right now.” You scoffed. Henry stood, holding out his hand for you to take. You thanked him as you rise and wipe the sand that clung on your sun dress.

“To be fair, I’m sure people have been taking pictures in secret. That boy was just really bad at taking one.” Henry took your hand again and held it tightly. “I wanted to spend the night with you at the pub but I know you need a rest.”

You agreed, already feeling the soreness on your foot as well as the slump on your shoulders. “We can do that the other time.” And so Henry drove you home.

When the car stopped, Henry jumped out of his seat to round next to the passenger seat. He opened the door with a sly smile. “I had to open it for you, queen.”

You pursed your lips, trying to hide the teenage smile creeping in. He walked you to the front door, chuckling when you struggled to put in the key. “I can’t believe you just watch me grapple with the door knob.”

“It’s cute, and you didn’t ask for my help.”

“So... this is me,” You trailed. “I really enjoyed spending time with you Henry. I’m looking forward to our next one.”

“Hmm...” He replied, looking at your eyes and down at your lips. Your breath hitched when he did. “I, uh, yeah.” Henry stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck. You can see a faint flush on his cheeks and ears.

Biting your lip, you tiptoed and catch his lips in yours. It was a short yet tender kiss but you can still taste the sweetness in your mouth. 

“Have a great evening.” You said as you pulled away.

“Have a great evening and rest well.” Henry turned his back to walk away and you watch his retreating figure. This man... Don’t you just love them English?

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Tea just taste so much better in England and you’re unsure why. You have been scrolling through instagram search feed seeing various photos of you and Henry yesterday. There was a photo of you and him in front of a food truck, Henry’s hand on your back. You didn’t even realize he has his hand on your back the whole time. Maybe you just got comfortable on his presence that you don’t mind him being like that. 

The more you scroll the more you find unexpectedly cute photos of you two together. Like the one where you both staring at a distance, sitting on the sand, and the one where you walk hand in hand towards the car with Henry opening the door for you as you get in.

A message bubble popped up with Henry’s name. You smiled, clicking on his name. He had sent you an article. Giggling, you opened it with confidence, ready to read people’s assumptions.

Who is Henry Cavill’s new girlfriend? Take a look at their sweet moments yesterday in Camden 

Y/N I’m rating the title 2/10

Henry Rating it 0/10 ‘cause who still doesn’t know your name?

Y/N Have you seen the pictures? Not upset or anything?

Henry It happens. I’m not that upset if I’m being honest.

Y/N  Good ‘cause I saved some cute photos of us :P

Henry Send me some too. Also, are you free tonight? I want you to meet some of my best buds.

Y/N  Sure :) Where are we going?

Henry Somewhere in Brixton. I knew a good place. I’m picking you up early to have you by myself for a bit.

Y/N Why don’t you come over now? We can watch a movie or two ;)

Henry Why not.

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Chris Evans

About: Nothing else matter but him, even if people still believe of you and your ex hopefully getting back together or them shipping you with your recent co-star.

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After a year of hiatus, you’re finally out here again promoting your latest movie. The press conference yesterday went really well, your fans have welcomed you back so warmly that it felt like you never left. Your co-star and leading man, Sebastian Stan, hyped up with the crowd which almost caused your heart to burn with appreciation. 

That one year hiatus did wonders to you, physically and mentally. The stress of working everyday and not having enough hours of sleep took a toll on your overall health. At first, you didn’t want to take a break. There were great projects that were already offered to you and you would not bat an eyelash to reject. In the end, you ended up dropping those to take care of yourself.

You have no regrets though. By the time your agency announced your return, new opportunities were offered to you; too many that you can’t even count, from magazine covers to product endorsements to movie roles. And you’re very grateful. 

“Ready?” Sebastian nudged your shoulder, smiling at you. 

“Of course,” You answered, hitting him on the ribs which caused him to topple. You laugh at his overdramatic reaction. “I’m more nervous about the twitter thing. Norton seems to be a big fan of the bird app.” Seb chuckled but agreed at what you said. 

Before you knew it, you’re already walking out with behind Seb. Graham Norton gave both of you a big smile. As you sat on your designated seat, you looked around at the small amount of crowd due to protocols. You can count them on your fingers but they’re loud. Your heart warmed at their bright smiles at you.

You and Seb were asked about the movie and your characters. It’s about two con artists falling in love unexpectedly. The movie was shot in Italy, the whole production team and cast live in Venice for three months for filming. You enjoyed your stay there, but you hated not being with your boyfriend physically. You didn’t mind the time difference, Chris was happy to adjust for you. You just missed his hugs and kisses that’s all.

“So, you both don’t have twitter. Am I right?” Graham asked. You and Seb nodded. “Why? Ladies first.”

“There’s just something about twitter that terrifies me,” You stated. “I would see my boyfriend open the app for news, but he won’t bother looking at his notification. I’m too scared to even try it out. I heard that twitter fans are different breed of stans.” You added, giggling. Graham smiled at the mention of your boyfriend, but didn’t push it yet.

“Yeah, I agree.” Sebastian concurred. “I’ve done this interview once with Anthony Mackie reading thirst tweets and um, I’m traumatized.” 

“Well, today is your lucky day Sebastian because we skipped the thirst tweets.” Graham announced. “But we still picked some questions on twitter that you and Y/N may or may not answer.”

You smiled. If only American interviewers are like this then maybe I would always go back in their shows, you thought. You recalled two or three shows in your mind that you haven’t returned to after one interview. The only talk show that you seem to go back to is Jimmy Fallon’s. Not only the guy knows boundaries, he’s also genuine and always look after his guests.

“Sebastian will you marry me please?” Graham read the tweet. “Now that’s a question.”

The crowd laughed along with you and Seb. He rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling under his breath. “You know what. If only I knew who you are then maybe I would. For now, no.” He answered, honestly. The crowd ooh-ed. Some even hissed as if they just get burned.

“Now that’s what we call rejection, uh, at sebbemyhusband on twitter. I hope you recover well.” 

“Am I the only one who ships Sebastian and Y/N in real life? Their on and off screen chemistry is just *chef’s kiss*”

With a big grin on your face, you shrugged your shoulders. “We’re just really great actors, you guys. Sebastian and I actually fight a lot on set.” You revealed. 

It was true though, you and Sebastian pulled so many pranks on each other that sometimes there would be a day where none of you would talk to each other because of annoyance. “There was a time when this guy,” You pointed at Seb, “Ate a whole raw onion before our kissing scene. Who does that?!” You complained at the crowd. Their faces grimaced and ew-ed. 

“Hey, hey.” Sebastian interfered, “We both suffered, okay? Raw onion doesn’t taste good if it’s red. I went through that torture to torture you.”

You scoffed, “See?”

Graham Norton coughed to get you and Seb’s attention, “Chemistry,” he said before continuing his fake coughs.

You and Sebastian continue to answer tweets and some of Graham’s question, such as your experience on staying far away from home and adjusting a short term life in Italy. You answered confidently how much you enjoyed your stay there, but openly talks about how much you miss home and your boyfriend, Chris. You haven’t mentioned his name yet, assuming that everyone knows it’s Chris Evans.

Your instagram profile has become like a Chris fan account, full of stolen pictures of him at home and only a few selfies of you. Chris knows about this and every time you’d tag him in a photo, he always make sure to like it and leave a comment. Most of the time his comment is a teasing and mocking one, which then you would reply at his ridiculousness.

You once posted a stolen picture of him in the living room, drinking beer while watching a Disney movie. Oliver and Company to be exact. ‘boyfriend watching dodger with dodger. love my boys’ you captioned on the photo. It took for the whole movie to finish before Chris saw your post. By then, you’re preparing lunch for the both of you. Your music stopped for a second because of the notification you received. You have your instagram notification muted except for Chris and selected friends. It’s your way of not missing their comments on your posts.

chrisevans stalker officialyn :P

anthonymackie @ chrisevans i thought you’re going to watch cinderella man? chrisevans changed my mind last minute officialyn he said cinderella wouldn’t like beer chrisevans did I? @ officialyn

robertdowneyjr not @ my daughter officialyn not watching with chris officialyn lunch is more important, ‘dad’ robertdowneyjr susan said you’re our ‘illegally’ adopted daughter. tell your parents.

“Is there a chance in you and Adam getting back together? At Y/N.” Sebastian scoffed at the twitter question Graham read. Seb didn’t even hide the roll of his eyes. You may have picked up a fight with Seb a lot during filming, but he also became one of your closest friends. You told him about your ex, Adam. He said that he relates to the relationship you once had with him. Private yet public. 

Once the news of you and him breaking up, everyone wants you get back together with him even if they don’t know what happens behind closed doors. You loved your ex, yes, but there’s a reason why they’re just exes now and you’re happier with Chris than you have ever with any other man.

“No.” You answered, plainly. “We both moved on and I’m very happy with my boyfriend, thank you very much.”

“We’re talking about Chris Evans, right?” Graham Norton finally spoke out. He has been testing the water for the past few minutes on how comfortable you are talking about Chris. He didn’t want to scare you by suddenly mentioning your boyfriend. But since, you always bring up Chris, he assumed that you don’t mind the mention of your lover.

“Yeah, yeah. The Chris Evans.” You couldn’t help the giggle that followed. The crowd erupted in laughter, ‘causing more warmth on your cheeks. “No! Now, I’m blushing.” You covered your face with your hands when a picture of you and Chris appeared on the TV behind Graham.

“To be honest with you, Y/N. I have been observing how comfortable you would be with the mention of Chris. When I saw how confident you are at bringing him up, I called the queue on the director to hit up Chris,” Norton revealed. The photo on the TV changed with Chris sitting on a chair with the all too familiar background of his kitchen. The same house that you also moved into about nine months ago.

“So this was taken roughly ten minutes ago, but Chris was able to send a video from Boston.” Graham uttered. “Roll it.” The video played.

“Hi, honey. I haven’t seen you for about five months now, and I miss you. I can’t wait for you to come home. Dodger misses you just as much. Good luck and have fun on promotion, I love you and I’m very proud of you. Bye.” The video ended. You’re blushing furiously at this point, with tears welling up your eyes.

Looking up, you tried to dry your tears with the fan of your hands. Everyone laughed in the room. “I don’t want to cry. This makeup took hours.” You complained. A tissue was passed on you, Graham and Sebastian beaming at your current situation. “How dare you guys watch me in tears and just stare.”

“Awe.” Graham said, fondly. 

“She’s a real one. Very loyal.” Sebastian complimented.

“Can I just say, that’s the sweetest thing I’ve seen this year.” Graham added, with a genuine fondness on his eyes as he look at you.

“I just,” You sniffed, “I love him. Chris gave me the brightest days of my life and I couldn’t thank him enough. He’s such a ray of sunshine, and I really see my future with him.”

The crowd, Sebastian, and Graham clapped. “That’s true love, right there folks.” Graham said. “Everybody, Sebastian Stan and Y/N Y/SN! Their movie Cons of Venice now showing on selected theatres and now streaming on Disney Plus. Let’s give them our support and a round of applause.”

Thank you all for 500 followers. I love you all. Thank you for appreciating my works, no one has really appreciated my stories in real life. I’m glad I have you all <3

~chai x

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Chris Evans

About: You realize that you and Chris have a special way to resolve and forget problems.

Note: 18+ (I think) Not very descriptive (idk how to write smut). Still read at your own risk. 

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Hands on his hips, Chris stared out at the window with his back turned to you. Both of you breathing heavily after an intense verbal fight. Lately, the rumors of Chris dating another girl is getting the best of you, especially with the media shipping him with the woman saying that they deserve each other. 

AS IF you and Chris have not confirmed your relationship four months ago. 

You decided to confront Chris about it, whether he’s going to deny the obvious fake news (that seems to be you’re the only one who believe so), or he’s going to talk to make them stop. “It’ll die down. Give it a week.” he had said. You told him that the news just keeps burning and it looks like it won’t pass by anytime soon. Not now, with all his fans riding the trend of this newfound lover.

You wanted to pull out all your hair. Y/N, you’re so stupid that things will work out with you and Chris! He’s so out of your league and here you are... 

“I can’t believe I said I’d die for this guy.” You murmured. “Are you done staring out? Or are we gonna continue our talk calmly?” You wanted this to work out, really. Let’s just say moving from one state to another was pain in the ass, and also, you don’t think you can live without Dodger at this point. “Chris?” You called out, trying to get the attention of your boyfriend who seemed to be more interested in the city lights than you.

Finally, a sigh escaped from Chris’ lips. He still avoided making an eye contact as he passed you by. He made a beeline to the kitchen and you followed behind him. “I’m gonna need wine if you want to continue.” He said. He went to grab a glass while you instinctively went to get the wine. 

“Chris, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Chris.” Kevin Feige watched as you and Chris exchanged your hellos. “She’s a new big screen actress coming from theatre. I met her through my wife.”

You couldn’t stray your eyes away from Chris the whole night, your confidence boosting when you would caught his eyes in yours too. Trying to hide the shake of your hands as you sip on your whiskey, you tried to pretend that you didn’t notice Chris making his way to you.

“The night is young, you should have fun,” Chris sat on the stool next to you. “I’ll take what the lady is having.” He ordered. He was surprised to know you've enjoyed two shots of whiskey and was already in your third one. “You should hit the dance floor. Let out a few steam.”

You raised an eyebrow, then looked at the dance floor. Most of the Marvel actors that were invited in Kevin’s party were seated on their couch and round table. The people who were at the dance floor are Kevin’s and his wife’s friends outside work. 

You looked back at Chris and saw him with challenging eyes. Smirking, you drank down your whiskey bottoms up. “Now, why would I do that when I can stay here with you?” 

Chris seems to be satisfied with that answer as he leaned his arm on the bar, inching closer to you. “Is that so, baby?”

“Baby? You call strangers baby?”

“How about we solve that stranger problem?”

To be honest, if you could describe how you and Chris now in the kitchen you’d say stupid. You both look stupid, sitting across each other, sipping on a glass of wine, and none of you daring to speak. You also forgot the topic you were supposed to bring up earlier which adds up some itch on your skin.

God, please talk. You begged in your head. You don’t want to start the conversation anymore. You’re tired of always being the first one to speak up on problems and trying to ease down a hard road.  You were startled when Chris’ chair scraped across the floor, not noticing that he had finished his wine, and yours is still half full. 

Chris doesn’t seem to care about your wine though. He grabbed your hand and pulled you up on the chair, dragging you behind him. “Chris?”

“We’ll talk in our room.”

It feels good. God damn, it does. The tingles in your skin as Chris thrust in and out of you felt surreal. His random kisses on your neck, breast, and collar bone are enough to take you into bliss. 

For a moment there you memorized every touch of Chris’ lips on your skin, his tightening grip on your hips, and his wandering hand on your your upper body. You felt your hips buckled forward as Chris thrusts faster and faster, deep groans and growls falling out of his mouth. There was like an electric current that runs on your veins sending your legs to shake as you both reach your orgasm. 

Chris’ voice turned coarse as he rode out his high, leaving wet kisses on your chest, up to your neck, and one final kiss on your lips. As you open your eyes, he was already looking at you with a grin. “Tired?”

Smiling, you turned your body facing him. “Not yet, are you?”

“I could go another one.”

“So what’s the plan?” You broke the silence, referring to the drama around Chris’ name. “Are you gonna make a public statement or what?”

Your breath quickened when Chris didn’t answer but remove the shirt covering his body. You could see his toned back, and his tattooed chest when he turned to face you. “I am.” Chris spoke. “But we need this off first.” He tugged on your shirt, urging you to lift your arms.

You instead pursed your lips, crossed your arms, and raised an eyebrow. “I need to know the plan.”

Chris sighed, removing his hand away from your body. He unbuttoned his pants, stepping out of it, then kicking it away. You could see the outline of his bulge. You and Chris have done the dirty many times before, and even with his member covered up, your mouth almost watered at the sight. You tried to hide the itching feeling on your skin, wanting to grab his member, and just ask him to take you.

“Chris.” You warned as he step closer. “The plan.”

“The plan is to have sex until your anger is out of your system.” He said plainly, grabbing your waist, and connecting his lips to yours. 

It worked. The night ended with you caressing Chris; face as he fell into a deep slumber. Your anger was long gone, and he did promise that he’ll make a statement tomorrow to clear all the rumors that are tarnishing your relationship with him. You two ended up cuddling, your hand on his chest with one leg over his torso.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The smell of brewing coffee was enough to wake up your senses. Your body instinctively stretched out as you welcome the warm rays of the sun hitting the bed. Rubbing one eye, your other hand mindlessly find your boyfriend. Jesus, Y/N, of course he’s the one brewing coffee. 

You jolted at the sound of your phone  ringing on the bedside table. You lazily crawled to grab your phone as you swipe to answer the call.

“Good morning, you lucky bitch!” You pulled the phone away from your ear because of the loud voice. Reading the name, you rolled your eyes and wondered why your best friend is calling you at eight in the morning.

“Good morning to you too.” You greeted, “What’s up?”

“What’s up?! Bitch! You know I only call you when I’m jealous of you and Chris’ flaunting each other!” She said. You curled your lips knowing full damn well that’s a lie, she’s like a sister attached on your hip bone. “Like damn, I wish I have that kind of relationship, fuck you.” She added.

You laughed, “I really don’t know what you’re talking about, babe. I just woke up.”

“Y/N. I know the sex was great and I think everybody in the world knows too. But please tell Chris to stop making us feel single than we already are.”

“What?” You quizzed.

“You know what, bye. Check instagram. I hope you get pregnant.”

“Y/BFN!” and the call ended. “What the hell was that?” You didn’t even get the chance to comprehend what’s really happening and the call was already done. Plus, your just-woke-up brain didn’t help.

Curiously, you opened your very inactive instagram account and noticed thousands of notifications on a post that Chris tagged you in. Your mouth hang open in shock at the pic he has chosen to post. You were sleeping and covered up, yes, but the obvious love bites on your neck and collarbones were there for everyone to see.

chrisevans nothing greater than waking up next to the love of your life. Rumors are rumors, while it’s out there making people go crazy, I’m going crazy over someone else @ yn

“Did you like my post?” Chris walked in with a tray of breakfast and cups of freshly brewed coffee. “Is it too much?” He asked placing the tray on the bed.

You beamed at him, “Nope. I like it.” You even showed how you double tapped on his post. Only hiding when you started typing a comment.

“I’d still see that you know.” Chris chuckled.

“Not when it got covered by your fourteen million followers.” You stuck your tongue out.

“Not when the media make an article about it.” He rebutted. 

You groaned, “Whatever. You just don’t like losing, do you?”

“Eat.” He commanded. “I have the whole day off and I’m thinking about only one thing we could do all day.”

I apologize for the sudden MIA. I was on a writer’s block again. Hope you enjoy this one though! Please be gentle with me :> 

Also, I almost typed down while it’s out there spreading like a wild fire, i’m spreading something else but it just doesn’t sound like Chris and IT’S MAKING ME LAUGH. bye

~ chai

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Henry Cavill

Dorothea Part Two

About: You didn’t expect reuniting with Henry would turn out this great. You couldn’t help but look back on the hell you went through just to reach this heaven.

Note: Dorothea was supposed to be a one-shot but since my inbox is full of requests for part two, here it is. Enjoy the rollercoaster ride of emotions :) <3

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“I’ll see you soon, okay?” Henry claimed.

“Yes.”

It took almost a month before you received a text from Henry, updating you about his trip to Los Angeles. He told you that it was fun, and he’s been auditioning for different roles side by side. You adored his hustle, at least he’s doing his best to make it really big out there while here you are not even sure if you’re undergrad course is really the one for you. 

He hasn’t reached out ever since.

You took Film Studies on your first semester before shifting to Creative Writing on the second. Directing... Well, yes it’s a job in the industry you wanted to be a part of but you’re not sure if you wanted that much exposure in front of the camera. So here you are, trying your best to squeeze out the imaginations buried deep in your brain to create a story.

“Knock, knock.” it was your Mom’s voice.

“Yeah?” You called out, not removing your eyes on the computer screen.

“Can I come in?” Your Mom asked through the door.

“Yes, Mom.” You replied, your fingers typing furiously as you try not to lose your train of thought. Scene after scene flashes between your eyes as you put them into words. The door opened and you didn’t even bat an eyelash nor lift your head. You Mom has made herself comfortable on the bed, smiling as she looks at your hard working figure. 

“What is it? I can’t be distracted.” You said in a joking manner. 

Your mom chuckled, “I met Marianne at the grocery earlier. Apparently, Henry’s coming home tomorrow.” she said.

Your ears perked up, fingers stopping, and attention turned to your mom. “Really?”

“Really. It’s his first visit in a while. You should drop by.”

Your heart beats twice as fast as earlier, and you know damn well it wasn’t because of the deadline you’re trying to chase. 

“Okay, I’ll leave you now hun,” Standing up, your Mom gave you a kiss on the head, laughing lightly at your dazed off self. “Finish whatever you’re doing. Mom is proud of you.” she stated lovingly, before closing the door behind her.

Are you excited? Maybe. You haven’t seen Henry in almost eight months. At the same time, you’re scared. The last text you received from him was also eight months ago. You haven’t texted him. There is zero communication between you and him after that update.

Will he be happy if you paid him a surprise visit? Hopefully. You are one of his childhood friends and well, he’s the only one worthy being called a childhood friend of yours.

The thought of Henry visiting Jersey still didn’t fail to put a smile on your face. You just can’t wait to see him again, and maybe give him a punch for not talking you for a few months.

“Is it one tablespoon or one teaspoon?” You asked, holding up the jar of baking powder. 

Henry turned to you, playfully rolling his eyes. “Teaspoon,” he spoke, “and it’s two.” 

“Right. I did say two though.” you jested, scooping two teaspoons of baking powder and  putting it with the other dry ingredients for the blueberry muffin. Henry assigned you to the dry ones while he does the wet ingredients himself. He also made clear that he’ll be the one combining the two once you’re finished. Not my fault I can’t bake shit, you thought.

“Whisk, whisk, whisk...” you sang, passing by Henry who snickered when you bumped your hips to his. “Where’s the whisk again?” Henry pointed at the whisk, which is surprisingly just next to your bowl. “Oh. Well, sometimes my eyes don’t work, you know, especially when baking and cooking.” you almost chortled at your badly made excuse.

Returning to your spot, you mixed the dry ingredients together before handing the bowl to Henry. You watched him skillfully combine the ingredients before folding in the blueberry with a spatula.

“What now?” You quizzed.

“We need the tray.” Henry answered. You gave Henry the tray filled with liners and he silently divide the batter in each muffin cups.

“Why did we use a cupcake liner if we’re making a muffin?”

“They’re the same liners for both treats.”

“Why is it called just ‘cupcake’ liners then?” You were holding the packaging where the cupcake liners where once in.

“They’re multi-purpose.” Henry explained.

“Wh-”

“Y/N. Cupcake or muffin, they’re both baking cups that can be used interchangeably.”

Your lips pursed. “I’m just trying to get rid of the silence, you don’t need to be so serious. Are you Batman?”

“Ha ha.” Henry scoffed, putting the tray inside the preheated oven. “Now we wait for twenty minutes.”

Thank God, no one saw you. You were about to cross the road and yell at Henry when you saw him get off the car. Thank God, you didn’t because he was with someone. Henry even opened the car door for her, and she cling on his arm like a girlfriend. And by the looks of it, she may really be his girlfriend after all. You witnessed how Henry introduced her to Marianne and Colin. The surprised look on Marianne’s face was not that hard to miss, but she still covered it up with a big smile, pulling the girl into her arms and hugging her like a good Mom she is.

Your feet was temporarily nailed to the ground but when the car drove up and the space of the road was cleared, you knew that it would be easy for them to catch a glimpse of you so you ran. You ran and never looked back.

There was an ache in your chest when you went home. Both from the earlier events and the run you just did. You stopped the tears that have been trying to escape your eyes when you realized how stupid you were for showing up. Of course there’s a reason why Henry didn’t invite you over. 

Damn it, Y/N, why do you have to be so difficult sometimes?

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Your Mom walked in from the kitchen, wiping the drops of water on her hands. You had your back pressed against the front door when your eyes connected to your Mom. “How’s your visit?”

Your forced a grin, “I... It was okay. I still need to finish a project, I’ll be up in my room.” You said your goodbye and quickly dashed yourself upstairs, the loud bang of the door echoing throughout the house.

Your mom noticed the pain in your eyes. The eyes that would tell her about your very first heart break. The pager that was placed on the living room’s coffee table beeped with a text. Deciding to talk about it later, your mom made herself towards the beeper. 

Y/MN, I would love to have Y/N over but not today please. Henry brought a girlfriend and I didn’t know.

It read. It was almost like your ache was shared to your Mom. Another sigh escaped her lips. “Poor baby.” she muttered, referring to your probably heartbroken state.

“It’s so good!” you exclaimed, taking another bite from the muffin. When and where did Henry learned baking? You didn’t know and you won’t bother asking. All you want to do is enjoy the food he’s been providing you for the last three days of having you over.

“Slow down. We still have plenty.” Henry said, wiping the side of your mouth.

“Hmm, I’m trying to eat.” You playfully swat his hand away.

Silence fell between the two of you. Henry stared at you while you finish the best blueberry muffin you’ve ever had. “What were you asking again earlier?”

Henry beamed, the dimples on his cheeks appeared along the sparkle in his eyes. You’ve always loved his eyes, even the brown speck on his left one that if you don’t squint enough, you might miss it. “I was asking about Alice. You said something about her slandering my name when you told her about our past.”

“Oh, that. I told her us losing communication when you left. I explained how you’re probably just busy chasing your career path and stuff, but she said you’re still a dick for it.”

“Hm...”

“Are you sure about this?” Your mom asked for the thirtieth time, watching you pack your bags.

You gritted your teeth, “Yes, Mom. This is the opportunity I’ve been waiting for.”

“You’ve never been out of the country, will you manage?”

“Mom, I’ve been living under your roof for the past twenty seven years. Don’t you want me to move out?” 

“Well... You pay the bills.” Your mom tried to reason.

“Mom...” You trailed. You looked at her, seeing her eyes brimmed with tears.

“It’s just so far away.” She said. You stopped packing for a moment and went to your Mom, giving her the tightest hug you can, and whispering reassuring things on her ear.

“I love you, Mom, and I’ll always go back here. Jersey is my home.”

Your Mom has calmed down after a few minutes of comforting her. She helped you pack some of your clothes and the books that you need to take with you. You told her how big the opportunity that was offered to you to write as the screenwriter of a TV show. It is for the season two of an already big and established show and you couldn’t take it down.

Your colleagues from your last agency has been thriving outside Jersey. At first, you thought that maybe it just wasn’t for you and that you’re okay working with smaller projects in town. However, after realizing that you’re only staying in Jersey waiting for certain someone to remember you, you jumped on the job and book a flight to Boston.

You haven’t seen Henry for ten years and a lot has happened. He probably forgot about you by now. Plus, how many movies and shows has it been? Thirteen? Fifteen? Most probably a lot to count now. You heard that he even won an Emmy Award.

The sound of leaves crushing under your feet was calming. The cold breeze somehow soothe your burning chest and your aching heart. You’ll miss Jersey for sure. And in all honesty, you’re not ready to leave the place yet. You’re twenty seven now and should’ve been out and about independently but there was still a string pulling you back.

Beneath all the façade you put up, you’re still yearning for Henry to remember you. Yearning for that moment, that one day, he’ll miraculously appear on your front door apologizing for cutting ties with you and mending the relationship you both once had.

“Y/N?” 

You lifted your head that was glued on the cobblestones. It was Henry’s mom, Marianne. She had her purse on one hand, and a huge bag of grocery on the other.

Usually, it would be her husband who’d do the grocery if it’s a big one. “Big event dinner?” You asked, smiling.

“Uh,” Marianne frowned, furrowing her eyebrows as she tried to find the right words to say, “Henry... he’s-”

“Visiting home?” 

“Engaged,” Marianne announced. “We’re celebrating.”

“Oh,” was the only thing you can voice out.

“Y/N. Henry tried to-”

“I’m sorry Marianne. I’m also in a bit of a rush.” You uttered, “I’ll see you around.”

Marianne always knew how you felt about Henry. During your visitations back in high school days, she would always tell you that she would love you to be Henry’s girlfriend one day, maybe even her son’s future wife. You told her that you like her son very much and that even though Henry does not feel the same way, you’re happy just being by his side. Marianne laughed at that, saying Henry liked you too. 

“Why is your room so big?” 

“I’m a big man.”

“You can fit a mini living room here.” You sat on the bed, feeling the soft blanket and comforter. “How much is your mattress?” You questioned, bouncing as you test its softness. Soft but not too soft, it’s a perfect in between for a mattress.

“About two...”

“Hundred?”

“Thousand.” 

Your jaw dropped, “Um, no thanks. I’ll just visit you to sleep on this bed.” You took your shoes off and plopped on the bed.

Henry snickered, “You’re always welcome here, Y/N.”

“I know. I’m taking your bed, by the way. You can sleep in the couch.”

“Sure.” said Henry, sarcastically. He lied down next to you, about half an arm away. It has been two weeks since the reunion, and you have been back and forth in his house for the past three days. 

You and Henry had talked about everything. Him losing contact after moving, the drama of him not visiting you and you not getting invited over, even the unannounced engagement he didn’t bother telling you about; they were all resolved. 

There was a strict call when he signed in with an agency. He had a pager and eventually a phone then, but they were all controlled by his manager. Those were in the early days. He was not allowed to have a relationship unless they know who it is and well, unless she has a name that can push his name out there.

The relationships he had? Apparently, he heard news about you dating and seeing guys. Henry took it as you moving on, and yes, he knew you both had something special. It was complicated yet simple, something that you both don’t need to put a label into. You just knew that you’re both committed to each other. 

They say that lack of communication can ruin relationships and maybe that’s what happened to yours and Henry. He had apologized a million times by now, and you’ve always assured him that it’s all okay and in the past. You’re just happy to have him back again.

“Don’t sleep on me, please.” Henry whispered, but you heard it.

“I’m awake.” You said inaudibly.

“Have I told you when I went to your house in 2012? But you weren’t there. Not even your Mom.”

Your eyes opened. You faced Henry, urging him to go on.

“My engagement was called off,” He started, “You’re the first person that came into my mind.”

Henry nervously tapped his foot on the floor. Standing in your family’s front porch has never been this scary. Taking a deep breath, he took big strides and knock on the door. 

“Oh, hello?” It was opened by a woman he’s not familiar with. He looked at the house plaque. He’s sure that this is your house number. He can’t forget it.

“Um, I’m looking for Mrs. Y/MN?”

“Oh the previous owner? They moved out.”

“Moved out?” Henry raised an eyebrow.

“Yes. Two days ago, Mrs. Y/MN and her daughter picked up the remaining things that they own. We bought this house one week ago.”

“Uh, thank you.” Henry stepped back, getting ready to leave, “Um, do you happen to know where they move Miss?” he blurted.

“No. Sorry. But the last thing I heard from them was something about London. I’m not entirely sure.”

London? Henry thought. You’ve always swore you won’t leave Jersey for any other country. Still.. Time has passed. “Thank you,” Henry expressed his gratitude once again. He’s too late. You’re already gone.

“London?!” you yelped out. “Oh my god. We moved to the beach house! I can’t leave Saint Helier like that!”

Henry roared with laughter, he knew that. His mind was just too blank that time to think about your loyalty to Jersey. 

“She probably heard about my next project which was going to be in London, and she assumed we’re moving there,” You expressed.

“Probably,” Henry responded. “It didn’t stop me to book a flight to London the next day though,”

Your eyes widened, the feeling of sleepiness now off your body. “Henry!”

“I was really eager to find you.” He argued, “There was a lot of things in my mind. A lot of possibilities of what I can have with you, especially when Mom told me you’re living alone, no significant other, and waiting for someone.”

“And you thought I was waiting for you?” You scoffed, rolling your eyes. You knew deep down he’s the one you’re heart was waiting for. “Youuuu?” you dragged your word.

“Mom told me,” Henry mentioned. “She told me you dropped by one day and told her to tell me you love me. And that you’re sorry for not being brave enough to say it to my face.”

“She couldn’t tell it to me when I was engaged and the chances of getting married is high. She knew what we had was special. And she also mentioned the fact that I might just call off the engagement and ran to you once I knew that you’re in love with me.”

“I love you, you know,” Henry was almost whispering when he said that. “I tried to fill the void of you when you were gone, but turns out, filling the void that’s already occupied by others doesn’t really work well.”

A gasp escaped your lips. Your heart burning with desire and love. After all these years, you still feel the same about him. And he did with you. A happy tear escaped your eye and Henry wiped it away.

You are now facing each other, with a smaller gap between the two of you. You can feel his breathing and smell his minty breath. 

“I was waiting for you.” You uttered. “Still am.”

Henry smiled, “No need to wait for me. I’m already here.”

It was a quick and chaste but you felt it. And at that moment, that’s the only thing that matters. Henry kissed the tip of your nose as he wait for your eyes to open. “Can I kiss you again?” he asked when you did.

“Yes.”

The pain that you thought would last forever has ended. Contentment and happiness shivered on your spine as you felt Henry’s hand on your waist, lips still locked to one another.

Henry’s lips trailed down your neck, giving subtle pecks before going back to your lips. You kissed him just as passionate. With your hand on his cheek, Henry tugged on your shirt.

“Hm...” you moaned through the kiss.

“I need this off.” He said. 

The kissing stopped for a moment, both of you sitting up and removing as many clothing as you can before returning to the business.  What was that word again? You thought, Oh... Finally.

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Sebastian Stan

About: Sebastian was your celebrity crush when you accidentally slid into his DM’s. Few months later, you met him at an Awards Show. Let’s just say everything turned out well.

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“I’m so drunk,” you said, plopping on the bed next to your best friend. 

“My vision is spinning,” she replied, laughing as she did so. “What the fuck.”

“Sleep, dumbass,” you slur. You grabbed your phone from the nightstand, surprised at how it unlocked even with your messy face. You and your friend decided to have an alcohol night. She recently broke up with her ex-boyfriend, and because of work, she could not “grieve” properly. You both promised to get as drunk as you could. Reaching the point where both of you will be stumbling on the staircase on your way to the bedroom. 

As you scrolled through your Instagram feed, still feeling a little woozy, you saw Sebastian Stan posted a selfie. Smiling, you tap on his profile icon, which brings you to his account. You hit the message button and typed,

You're sp hsdnsome. Fick yuo. Handsime humsn. I hatr you si mcuh for being so handsoMe and not knwing me

You suddenly grew annoyed at Sebastian, remembering the time when he ignored you during the comic con where you both attended as actors. Did he think I’m a crazy fangirl when I smiled at him? 

OH and FUCK YUU FOR IgnORInG ME AT CMMIC CON YOU AND YOUR HANDSOME STUUPID FACEE!

As your eyes get droopy, you locked your phone, placing it back to the nightstand, and letting your drunkenness put you to sleep.

You woke up at the loud whines of your best friend at the bathroom. “Y/BFF/N! Shut up!” You yelled out, feeling the sting of your dry throat. I should’ve drank water last night. Unfortunately, you best friend didn’t stop. The sound of her throwing up and whining woke up your soul. “You better be thankful I’m the best best friend out there!” 

You throw your legs over the bed, staggering a bit when you sat up. Shaking your head, you ignored the light-headed feeling and stood up. You list down a couple of breakfast meals you can cook for you and your best friend. You heard avocado toast is really good when you’re suffering a hangover, or maybe bagel is better.

You were frying eggs when your best friend decided to join you in the kitchen, looking like a mess; the same mess that she was in last night. “My head fucking hurts,” she groaned. Laughing, you put a plate in front of her, placing the freshly cooked sunny side up, sliced avocado, and a bagel. “Thanks, babe.”

You also slid an ibuprofen on the table before pulling out a water from your fridge. “You always have the worst hangover,” you snickered.

“At least I don’t do dumb shit,” She bit back.

“I didn’t do no shit last night,” You said proudly. “We got drunk, went to the bedroom, and sleep.” You elaborated what had happened last night.

Your best friend rose a brow, “Really? That’s new.”

Sticking your tongue out, you made yourself comfortable and sat down on the chair, joining your friend on the breakfast.

To say Sebastian was confused was an understatement. Not only he got an actress sliding on his Instagram DM’s, it also seems like they’re drunk messages. He just got back on his apartment, coming from a sleepover at his Mom’s place. 

His phone was completely ignored through the night, spending the family time with his Mom and some of his visiting cousins. They watched Marvel movies, skipping the ones that he was in. According to them, they had watched them many times because that’s how much they love him. Sebastian didn’t fight the idea, he’s not always that comfortable watching himself act anyway.

“Huh,” Sebastian muttered. “Fuck you for ignoring me at comic con. You and your handsome face.” he read out lout. He never read messages so mean yet so nice before. 

Sebastian sat on the couch, contemplating whether to reply or completely ignore the thread of texts from you. Did he really ignore you at comic con? Sebastian tried so hard to remember. 

“Some DCEU actors will be on the other side,” Anthony Mackie whispered on Sebastian’s ear. “Y/N included. You know the goddess I told you about?”

“Yes,” Sebastian rolled his eyes, “You’ve told me that for the thirtieth time now.”

“Just making sure you remember.” 

Sebastian heard a lot of cheers, he swore he even heard some voices cracked. Turning, he saw the actors from DCEU walked through the curtains. He specifically had his eyes focused on you as you conversed with your co-star Henry Cavill. Henry towers over you but not too much. You had your chin raised, and eyes looking up while talking to him, but not overboard. The black pumps you were sporting didn’t go unnoticed by Sebastian.

Your eyes met with Sebastian, your lips curling in a smile. Henry looked at the direction where you beamed.

Sebastian, however, froze in place. “Let’s go, let’s go!” Anthony took a hold of Sebastian’s arm. Turning away, he didn’t even notice he didn’t smile back at you.

“Fuck. I did.” Sebastian cursed. Well, kind of, but he didn’t mean to.

I hope you had fun at the party, if ever you attended one. I promise I won’t ignore you next time Y/N.

Sebastian clicked the send button, pleased at what he just replied.

You have gone MIA in all of your social media accounts. Not only for the secret movie project you’re working with, but also to try and forget your dumb drunk moment on Instagram a few months ago.

You can’t remember yourself opening up Instagram and DM’ing the one and only Sebastian Stan. Not only you were mortified by your messages, you also wanted to move to Mars when you saw Sebastian have seen it and even replied! You almost threw your phone over the balcony that day, screaming at your pillows, and beating yourself up for your humiliating act.

“Y/N,” your best friend tapped on your shoulder. She was your plus-one on the red carpet. “Do you know who’s going to share this table with us?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “I really don’t know. Henry was put with the guys so...” you trailed, diverting your eyes to Henry. He’s sharing a table with Ben, Jason, and Ezra earlier, now including Amy and Gal.

“Wouldn’t it be weird if it’s just the two of us?” she further asked.

“Well... I’m sure there’s someone out there who’s gonna be with us.” You assured. “Just you wait.”

It took a whole hour before the place was filled with all of the actors and actresses attending the event. You passed by Henry’s table, after your trip to the bathroom. He allowed you to sit on his seat as you catch up with Ben and the rest of your co-stars. When the bright lights started dimming, that was your queue to leave. “Thanks, Henry.” You said, standing up from your seat, giving him a cheek kiss.

“Welcome.” 

You made your way back to your designated table, seeing it occupied with people now, and your bestfriend having a chat with certain someone. When you got nearer, you noticed that it was Sebastian, Anthony Mackie, and Chris Evans. You never wanted to turn away so fast and just go back to your co-stars. However, your best friend was quick to catch you.

“There’s my best friend!” she pointed at you. “She’s my plus-one.” 

“Hi...” You greeted, holding out your hand. “I’m Y/N.”

“Hi Y/N. Anthony Mackie at your service.” he winked.

“Chris Evans.”

You shook both of their hands, giving your best to hide your nervous smile. “Took you a long time leaving Henry, eh?” Anthony teased. You chuckled, the rumor of you dating Henry seems to be popular among the celebrities as well.

Your best friend stood up before you can sit next to Chris. She took the seat, looking up at you with puppy eyes but a taunting smile on her face. Your lips curled but sat down next to Sebastian anyway. 

“Sebastian,” he introduced. “It’s nice to meet you. Finally.”

“Y/N.” you grab a hold of his hand. “Um... yeah.”

The awkward moments soon turned to a pleasant ones when Anthony started cracking jokes, Chris joining him in the process. You were sure that you guys’ table has to be the loudest one, but all of you didn’t mind. You would clap and cheer when someone wins, would share opinions on the films presented, etc. It was a great evening even if you shared it with actors you haven’t worked with yet.

You and your best friend were waiting on the parking lot for the car that your manager has called for the night. “There it is.” 

When your best friend got in the car, you were stopped by a voice calling out to you. “Y/N!” Sebastian was panting when he arrived in front of you. “Hang on,” he said catching his breath. “Just a minute.”

You hold out your hand at the driver, who nodded at you, then rolling up the car window. “Are you okay?” You were concerned at how heavy Sebastian’s breathe were.

“Yeah.” then he looked up. He gave you a smile, “I forgot to ask for your number.”

“My- what?”

“Phone number.” Sebastian clarified. “Well, you mentioned earlier you’re single and not dating Henry,” he added. “You also said he has a girlfriend?” it was more of a question than a statement.

“Um...”

“I know it was awkward talking about the drunk texts and all in front of Anthony and Chris...” Sebastian trailed, “Maybe you can tell me about it on a date? Just maybe?”

You tried your best not to smile. You hold out your hand, “Phone.”

Sebastian quickly pulled out his phone from his pocket. “I’ll make sure to text you right away, Y/N.” he said when you returned his mobile to him. You gave Seb a hug goodbye. Sebastian sneaked a kiss on the temple before you pulled away.

“What was that?” your friend asked when you got inside the car.

“What was what?” you quizzed, hiding the blush on your cheeks. “To my apartment, Will.” you said to the driver.

Before your best friend can grill you with questions, your phone vibrated. 

Hey Y/N, it’s Seb. Take care and sleep well. 

It read. You grinned, and replied.

Thanks Seb. You too. Please drive safely.

Within seconds you received another reply.

No worries, your ‘celebrity crush’ is a great driver.

Your brows furrowed at the text. How did he-? You let out a sigh and looked at your best friend, who’s unsurprisingly snooping and reading the text on your phone already. 

“What? It’s true.” was all she said.

Just when I thought I’m done embarrassing myself...

You hit send.

You’re my celebrity crush too, ever since comic con.  Good night Y/N. Driving means no texting.

You swear your heart has never pounded this hard before. I’d marry this man in a heartbeat, even with a paper ring.

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Henry Cavill 

About: Seeing your childhood friend in a big crowd with people asking to take a picture of him and with flashes you’re sure would burn your eyes if that were you. He’s a big actor working in front of the cameras, while you write scripts that people like him run. 

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If Henry was in front of a big crowd, you were behind the giant curtains, assisting the actors and directors that had just arrived from the scene. “Aren’t we fucking scriptwriters? Why are we here?” Your friend, Alice, complained to your ear. She faked a smile when an actress passed by.

“They didn’t expect to have these many people. Calm down.” You said.

“What do you mean? These actors have the biggest fucking names in Hollywood, and they didn’t expect these many people?!” Alice rolled her eyes. If it weren’t for your patience, you probably would have complained more than she does. “We’re scriptwriters, not these,” she pointed her fingers at your hands holding stapled papers. It’s the attendance checklist of the cast and crews.

“It’s not that bad,” You assured, giving her a sweet smile. “At least, we’re present. See,” You showed your name and Alice’s name to her with a checkmark. 

Alice groaned in response. “How long is this freaking red carpet anyway?” She questioned, finally accepting defeat. Laughing, you shrugged your shoulders. 

“Y/N, is Henry Cavill done?” A man asked you, it was the stage director. 

Peeking in the tiniest hole you can make, you notice Henry is only half the red carpet. “He’s halfway done.” You answered.

“Tell George to have Henry hurry up. He’s got at least five interviews waiting.”

Suddenly, you felt the weight of Alice’s words from earlier. 

“God, why am I doing this, really,” you mumbled under your breath. You excused yourself from Alice and made your way to where George was. He’s the first person the actors pass through before exiting the red carpet. His main job is to assist them in going, like interview sides, bathroom, etc.

You found him quickly, telling him what the stage director told you. He promptly acted on the command. You watched him go near the barrier, crouching himself down to not cover up the cameras of the press. George waved his hand through the immense flashes. Surprisingly, Henry’s attention was caught immediately. 

You left the scene after that.

Henry was your childhood friend that you lost contact with after pursuing his dreams to be an actor. You heard about him moving to Florida, then living in California, before finally settling in South Kensington. None of those were your home. You always went home in Jersey to spend time with your family, and when you have work, you’re usually in New York City.

“Y/N!” Alice grabbed your hand. “Finally, we can fucking sit down. It was Henry Cavill they were waiting for.” She spoke with a hint of annoyance, “Seems like he enjoyed the cameras a little too much.” 

You frowned, “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh. I just wanna see the movie.”

Well, maybe things have changed, really. Of course, things have changed, Y/N! How long has it been? Stupid!

You sat down next to Alice. Even though you shared many memories with Henry when you were younger, too many to count actually, maybe he has forgotten about it. Things are different now. He probably made new memories when he started out acting. All those memories are just buried history now. He’s got shiny friends now, Y/N... and you have your friends from college. He’s friends with big names in the industry and your friends with people from your hometown, living under the sunlight, not camera flashes.

“I’ll always support you on the things that make you happy.” You announced, even with tears welling up in your eyes. 

“Thank you, Y/N,” Henry uttered. “I’ll always be grateful for the friendship we have.”

Nodding your head, you looked away from him. He’s leaving in two days to pursue acting. He had dropped out of college, and his papers were finalized just today. There was a heavy feeling in your chest that you couldn’t understand. Is it because you grew up with him? You’re so used to being with him that him missing one day in school felt like a week. 

“I’ll see you soon, okay?” Henry claimed.

“Yes.” 

Apparently, that was the last day you’ll see Henry as your best friend. He once went home with a girl by his side, so you weren’t surprised he didn’t go to you nor invite you over. The next one was a short visit. He flew to London the following day. 

You already graduated when you heard that he was in town again. His name has become popular in Jersey, so news about him coming home is quickly spread. You never received an invite to go to his house. Your day went on like a typical day when he arrived.

The last one you heard about him coming home was being engaged with someone, and he was with his fiancée. There was a burning feeling in your chest when you heard the news, but you chose to ignore it. Thank God you’re called to a different country for your job. Jersey has been a land of waiting for you, waiting for a person who always comes but never remembers.

The movie was great. It exceeded your expectation from what idea you pitched to the director. You have a rough draft of the script for the film, but it wasn’t the one revised for the final production. Still, you were credited under one of the writers.

“That was actually so good!” Alice shrieked. “I thought Henry’s going to be meh, but damn, that acting was amazing!”

You agreed.

Before leaving the place, you catch up with the directors, producers, and the rest of the crew. You talked to the director while Alice seemed to enjoy all the free drinks they offered backstage.

“I mean, without you, the movie wouldn’t be possible. This is all your idea.” The director praised.

“Nah, without YOU, it wouldn’t be possible.”

“Thanks for the compliment, but half of it is yours.” He had said, “Oh! There’s Henry. Henry!” he called out. You heard footsteps behind you, your shoulders turning stiff, and your eyes seemed to be glued on the floors. “Henry, remember the writer I told you about? This is her.”

“Mom’s gonna kill me, Henry!” you tried pulling your arm away, but Henry kept a firm grip on it without hurting you.

“It’s just prom, Y/N.” He assured. “You’ll be fine.”

“Mom told me to take a lot of pictures so she can hang it on our very plain wall.” You explained. “Unlike you, I’m the only child they can take a picture of, Mister.”

“I’ll take as many as you want. Let’s just skip this prom.”

You raised a brow. You know Henry has a camera, but you also heard how expensive it is to develop them. “You’re sure about this?”

“Yes. Hundred percent sure, no backing out.”

“Let’s go then. You owe me pictures that I need to show to my Mom.”

“Your Mom and her pageant schemes.” Henry said, “She just doesn’t want to tell you that she wants you to be a model someday, not a writer.”

You smacked his shoulders, “As if I can be a model.”

“Have you seen you?!” Henry cried out. You smacked him again, a little harder this time. “Ouch!”

Henry has been staring at you for a couple of minutes, his eyes would linger away, but they would always come back to you. You sipped on your white wine nervously. Does he remember? No...probably not. He probably thinks I look familiar, but he doesn’t remember me, no.

“Henry, I know Y/N’s beautiful but please, stray your eyes away. You’re making my very talented writer nervous.”

“Uh yeah, sorry.” Henry apologized. “You’re from Jersey too, right?” He asked, referring to you. “Y/N?”

“Y-yes. Saint Helier.”

Henry smiled, a knowing smile. “It’s nice to see you.” You weren’t sure if you heard the word ‘again’ because Alice came to your side out of nowhere.

“Hi, Mr. Cavill. May I borrow Y/N for a moment? Red code.” Henry furrowed his brows but nodded. 

“I know this may sound stupid, but I really really need a loo.”

“There’s a bathroom near the-”

“No, this is bad. I have lactose problems, right? And I ate freaking ice cream.”

“Wh-” you stopped yourself when Alice started squirming. 

“Let’s go.” You urged. You’ll text the director and the crew about your sudden departure, surely they will understand an emergency. “How long can you hold?”

“Until we come home, I’m not using a public bathroom for this bullshit.”

“Go to the car. I’ll grab my bag quick.”

You returned to where Henry was, seeing your bag placed on a nearby table. Surprisingly, he’s still there. The director is nowhere in sight now. Yep, a text would be fine. 

“Something wrong?” Henry asked when he noticed your swift movements.

“Yeah, my friend’s having a problem.” Bowel problems.

“Y/N,” Henry called when your back turned. “It’s really nice to see you again.”

You faced him, “I... uh... it’s nice to see you again too, Henry.”

He smiled, “I finally found you.”

With tears brimming your eyes, you hugged him. “I missed you,” you whispered.

His warmth enveloped you, “I miss you too. So much.”

Your phone started ringing in your bag. “Shit,” you mumbled. “Um, my friend really needs me, right now.”

Henry grabbed your arm before you could run away. “Please call me.” Handing you a business card. Your lips curled.

“That’s my number, I promise.”

“Okay. See ya later, Henry.”

“See you, Y/N.”

Henry puts his hand on his fast-beating heart. Finally...

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Chris Evans

About: Chris decided to visit you in New York after not seeing you for a few months. You can’t help but remember all the good memories you had with him in Cornelia Street and reminisce how the romantic relationship started.

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“Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked Chris, who’s staring intently at you with a smile on his face. He didn’t answer. Instead, his smile only grew wider. 

“Is there something on my face?” You started randomly wiping your cheeks, passing the cupcake from your right hand to the left. You self-consciously wiped the sides of your mouth, too, thinking that there might be some leftover frosting.

“You’re okay. You look beautiful.” Chris finally spoke.

Rolling your eyes, you took the final bite of your cupcake. “Well, aren’t you going to order, Mister?” Chris’ table is about two arms away from you. The café-slash-bakery where you two decided to meet up has strict protocols about social distancing. Though you and Chris can’t share the same table, at least you are facing each other. “This is my second cupcake, by the way, in case you didn’t notice.” You even waved your cup of coffee at him. Unlike your table with two empty dessert plates and two more empty cups, Chris’ table is clean.

“I’m already full watching you eat.”

You snorted, “Yeah, yeah. Cool.” taking a sip.

That has got to be one of the best parties your friend has thrown. You were never the one who enjoyed going out in the middle of the night, but you can never turn down free drinks. Especially when you’ve been on a stress week streak. 

“Y/N! We’re going now. Are you sure you’ll be fine?” Your friend asked, giving you a hug. 

“Yes, I’ll be okay.” You hugged her back in response. “New York is New York. It’ll be easy for me to catch a cab.”

“Text me when you’re home.” She reminded. “Take care!”

“You too.” You watched your friend walk away towards his boyfriend, who’s patiently waiting by the car. She had offered to take you home earlier, but your apartment is on a different route than their house. Plus, you sure as hell your friend and her boyfriend got plans for the night.

“Hi...” 

You turned. “I- um- hi.” You’re not stupid, and you definitely do not live under the rock. You know his face anywhere. His face has been plastered a couple of times in Time Square, either modeling for designer brands or promoting his new movie.

“Uh, yeah. I’m one of the guys next to your table...with your friends, I think.” he said, “I didn’t get the chance to say hi earlier, but I wanted to.” his hand was on the back of his neck. “Well, uh, I’m Chris.” he held out his hand.

“Yeah... I saw you too. Um, I’m Y/N.”

After the awkward introduction, you felt at ease conversing with him. Maybe it was the liquid courage that pushed you to not stutter when talking to the one and only Chris Evans. He suggested walking with you as you try to find a cab, or maybe a bus. You learned that he’s staying at a hotel with his friends. “Movie stuff,” he had said, but they were flying again to Florida in four days.

“I have a place in Cornelia Street,” you mumbled out of the blue. Both of you are already inside a cab. “Maybe you want more beer? Water?”

He was staring into your eyes as if he was trying to find hesitation and doubt lying within. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” You answered.

“It’s so cold!” You complained, feeling the tickling freeze even with your jacket on. Chris slipped his second jacket over your shoulder, making sure that it covered your nape. “I’ve had three coffees! Three!” Your teeth chattered. 

“One iced,” Chris said teasingly.

“Well, it was warm inside the café,” You rebutted. “You didn’t eat.”

“I’m craving for some New York hotdogs.” 

“Pfft. Sure you do.”

“Don’t you have work tomorrow? Plans with your friends?” You asked. You usually don’t talk after casual sex, especially knowing that Chris would probably be out of your radar after this.

“They most likely know that I’m with you.”

“What?” You hugged Chris’s jacket tighter to your body. You weren’t sure if it was the chills from his words or from the open window of your room.

“Yeah, they said I looked whipped.”

Are you scared? Terrified? --Happy? You don’t know. One thing for sure is you’re overwhelmed, positive or negative? You can’t tell either. Clearing your throat, you quizzed, “Are you tired? Do you want to sleep?”

“You know what, yes. I would love to sleep, please.”

“You can take the bed here. I’ll sleep in the guest room.” Goosebumps are still lacing your skin. There was a sudden tension in the air that you only seemed to notice.

“Y/N. We can share.”

Turns out, Chris wasn’t joking when he said he’s craving for some New York hotdogs...and some pretzel. You’re holding the water bottle you bought for him, in case your dork of a boyfriend chokes on his food. 

“Wicked good!” he exclaimed. 

You can’t help but laugh. “Tell me when you need water, and also, slow down. That hotdog won’t run away from you and your mouth.”

“Wh-dfjdsa-” then he started coughing. You quickly opened the bottle, pressing it on his lips.

“Drink! Oh my god. Chew, Chris!”

You were both in a laughing fit after the incident. “What did I tell you?”

Chris has gulped half of the bottle, still lightly laughing about his stupidity a few moments ago. “Yeah, I forgot you’re a fortune-teller.” You smacked his arm, both of you continuing your walk trip around.

“Remember when you ran away from me?” Chris asked, wiping the benches with the tissue you handed out to him. It was wet with dew and mist.

“Don’t remind me of that. It was my dumb moment.”

“Yeah, you’re the only person I knew who would run away from her own apartment.”

“I was scared!” You protested, sitting down next to your boyfriend. “Plus, I thought that if I am out the whole day, you’ll leave too, you know.”

“But I didn’t.”

“Yep. And you took me to the carnival and movie night, and I met your friends, Sebastian, Anthony... I talked to your brother...” You reminisced what happened in just one night. “You called your Mom... introduced me to her.”

“I told her you were my one-night stand.”

Laughing, “Yeah, that too.”

“You were never my one-night stand, though.”

“Duh, I’m still here.” You giggled, kissing his cheek, then his lips. “Our story is weird. But I’m glad it worked out.”

“Hm... I have a place in Cornelia Street.” Chris whispered.

Smiling, you remembered how you used that line to get him to bed. Putting your arms over his shoulder, you asked, “Are you sure?”

All you get was his soft lips pressing into yours. You don’t even care if people saw you making out with him. They can all watch in jealousy.

Plus, your boyfriend is one hell of a damn kisser.

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Chris Evans

About: After all this time, you realized you were connected to Chris more than you could ever imagine. He really is your soulmate after all.

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“Ma’am?” 

You turned, smiling at the young girl who called you. You arrived at the venue ten minutes ago and met up with your boyfriend, Chris, for a short amount of time. He’s still busy filming for his next project. “Hello, may I help you?” You asked.

“Mr. Evans said to give this to you.” She handed you a brown paper bag. It was warm. You could only guess for now that it is food. 

“Is that all?”

She nodded and said her goodbye. You politely said yours as well and continued your walk to Chris’ trailer. As you placed the food on the table that you didn’t know you were craving, your phone beeped with a notification. It lit up and vibrated on the table a few times before you grabbed it to see who had left you a message. You can’t help but smile as you read it.

Chris 💙 Enjoy the food, babe. I’ll see you later. Love you! (picture attached)

It was a selfie of him and the director. Chris has his goofy face on while the director is smiling with his hand raised up in the air as if he was giving you a wave.

After half an hour, you finished your food, and you took your time roaming Chris’ big-but-not-too-big of a trailer. It was decent sized with a living room, bathroom, kitchen, and bedroom. As you walked into Chris’ bedroom, you instantly felt how cozy it is and how he made sure it felt like home.  

You sat down on the bed, looking around the interior. How can a trailer look this beautiful? You wondered, laughing at the thought of it being better than your actual house. The floor looked like to be a hardwood, dark brown in color. You spotted a photo album on Chris’ bedside table. Curiously, you took it and placed it on your lap, turning the pages.

First trip to L.A. 1997

There are four photos below it. The first one to be Chris happily smiling in front of the camera, the Hollywood sign behind him. The second and third ones were with his friends (you assume), looking drunk while they had their arms thrown over one another. You smiled, thinking about a crazy drunk mid-20s Chris Evans. 

The last one caught your eye, the restaurant is so familiar to you. You can never forget those marbled/glass tables and the trees lit up with fairy lights.

Maccheroni Republic, L.A. 1999 FAVORITE RESTAURANT HANDS DOWN, BEST FUCKING ITALIAN FOOD EVER. WILL GO BACK WITH BEAU IN THE FUTURE. (HOPEFULLY I CAN FIND HER)

Your eyes welled up. Maccheroni Republic is your favorite restaurant in Los Angeles too. Your Mom always takes you there every time you get to visit California. It warmed up your heart even more that Chris took you there when the both of you celebrated your first anniversary. 

At that time, you didn’t know it was also Chris’ favorite resto. He didn’t mention it. He asked where you wanted to eat, and Maccheroni was the first thing that came to your mind. His big smile that night made sense now. He knows the place. He always knew the place.

You flipped a bit more, finding cute photos of Chris and his friends, occasionally with his brother, Scott. There was a photo that sent butterflies flying in your stomach. Chris and Scott are on a dive bar, smiling widely. But what sent shivers down your spine was seeing yourself in the background. It was slightly dim, but you could see yourself laughing with your friends while holding a beer bottle.

Dive Bar somewhere in NYC 2016 The Winter Soldier Celebration with my brother. (Pretty woman in the back holding a Stella caught my heart)

You can’t help but remove the photo from the album to look closer. You’re the only one amongst your friends who were holding a Stella. Flipping it, you found another note at the back. Too drunk to ask the lady for her number, she was gone when I turned to look. 

“Oh my god,” you mumbled under your breath, sticking back the photo on the album. You remembered your friends called in a group chat first thing that morning, talking about how a celebrity was in the Bar. They were blaming each other for not noticing who could it be. All they know is it’s a male, most probably handsome. 

There are only a few pages left, and you have reached your peaked curiosity to finish the album. You didn’t know Chris likes saving pictures this way, traditional and nostalgic. The last photo was you. You remembered that day clearly. You took Chris to Centennial Park, the one in Georgia. It was your safe place during your college days in a university. That happened around November. You and Chris have been dating for only four to five months, but not yet official.

Centennial Olympic Park, Georgia 2019  My (soon-to-be) girlfriend being a great tourist guide.

It almost felt like your heart has exploded. All this time, you and Chris have always been close, with the both of you being clueless. Maybe Robert was right when he said destiny has brought you two together. “I can feel it.” You can still hear him say.

Maybe it was a sign that it’s meant to be when a waitress looked at you and said you looked like an American singer, which made Chris grab his chest in laughter. 

“Unfortunately, she can’t sing,” he said. You nodded in agreement, letting out a giggle of your own. “She can moan, though,” he added.

“Chris!”

You heard the door open and closed. Putting the album aside, you walked out of the bedroom, seeing your boyfriend stretching his muscles, groaning as he did so. “Babe!” you called, giving him a hug and a kiss.

“I thought you were sleeping,” he said, returning the hug, giving you a light squeeze and a peck on your temple.

“I love you.” You said out of the blue, still remembering the photos on the album and the stories you found out behind them.

“That was random, but I love you too.”

Smiling, you kept your arms around Chris’s waist, feeling his warmth. “I’ll show you something exciting.”

Chris raised his brow, “Hmm...”

You took his hand and led him to his bedroom, pointing at the photo album on his bed.

“Photo album?”

“Yep.”

You and Chris spent the rest of the day connecting the dots, filled with laughter. He tells you the backstory of some of the pictures that you didn’t know about. You showed him how you photobombed his and Scott’s pic on the dive bar, telling him that it was you who was holding the Stella. He was as shocked as you are. 

Before falling asleep, you and Chris came to one conclusion. Maybe destiny brought you two together, and perhaps soulmates exist after all.

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Sebastian Stan

About: You attended your ex-boyfriend’s wedding as one of her fiancée’s bridesmaid.

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The venue is all white but pretty, almost shining with the rays of sun. Eight years ago, you wouldn't thought of attending your ex-boyfriend's wedding, but here you are. Back then, you'd joke around that, of course you'll be at the grand scene, you'll be the one walking down aisle anyway.

Hmmph. Well, not anymore. 'Cause you are at the front seat, showing smiles to everyone as one of Sebastian's (future) wife's bridesmaids.

Initially, he wanted you to become his "best man" but you refused. He had met so many people in the past years that could pass up that role. Plus, Toby would always be there whenever Sebastian needs him. So, he did ask someone else to be his best man, but his fiancée had ask you to be her bridesmaid.

You told yourself to stop saying no and stop running away. Deep down, you know that these people meant no harm and that they are genuine. 

You felt it when Sebastian's mom hugged you during Jane's wedding dress fitting, you sensed the warm sincere smile that Jane's mom gave you when it was your time to get fitted, you heard Jane's excitement through the phone when you agreed to be one of her bridesmaids, and you saw how grateful Sebastian was, who just standing a few feet away from you, when you walked inside the venue.

Sebastian met Jane through instagram. She’s a model, not one of those big names out there, but with just one look, you can tell that she is. You know Seb wouldn’t just date anyone, so Jane must’ve struck something inside of him, and she must have been made him so contented.

The sound of the organ changed from ambient music to calm and light. Just enough to set the mood for everyone that the wedding is starting. Jane is ready, and so is Sebastian. You caught him took a deep breath, and smiled. Finally it's happening.

The curtains moved and there walked Jane. She's definitely the most beautiful bride you have ever seen. She is dazzling and breathtaking in her elegant fitted dress. And you cheered, just like everyone else, revealing the happiest smile you can give.

“Seb!” you called out, trying to get his attention. “Stan! Hey stupid!” you were standing across the street as you watch him flip through a book. “Ugh!” groaning when you failed to get his attention, you decided to cross the road when it cleared.

“Ow! What the—” Sebastian soothe the ache on his arm that you just punched. 

“Are you deaf? I’ve been screaming your name.” you scolded. Sebastian smirked. Before he can crack a dirty joke, you slapped his arm again.

“Ow! Will you stop? I’m collecting bruises because of you.” He said.

You laughed then remembered why you came to New Jersey. “I have something to tell you.”

“Uh huh. You texted me that.”

“I’m qualified to attend Boston University!” you shrieked. Sebastian being two years older than you, went to college first. “Do you think I can survive Business Management there? I’m actually terrified.”

“You’re moving to Boston?”

“Yeah, in like... three, four months? Mom told me to move early so I can get used to the area.” you answered. “It’s my first time moving out so... I understand why they want me to have time to adjust living alone.”

“What happened to NYU? Thought you’d like to attend Gallatin?”

“Yeah, well. Remember Steve? The guy I dated for ten months? He’s going to study in NYU. I’d rather not see his face.” you grimaced as you remember your ex. That prick. He only dated you to forget about his ex, which ended up not happening because he’s so in love with her that one night when she showed motive that she still liked him, Steve went running back under her skirt.

“Just because of that?” Sebastian frowned.

“No, not really.” you defended yourself. 

You huffed, biting your lip before continuing to talk, “Well, I know it’s a big campus blah blah blah, but the course that I’ll be taking in Gallatin is the same with his. Soooo, chance is, I’ll see his face hundred percent of the time. Yuck.”

“Anyway, how’s Rutgers?”

“Great. Love it.” he almost sounded sarcastic that you don’t know if he’s being serious or not.

“Seriously, Seb. How is it?”

“I wasn’t supposed to tell you this ‘cause it’s not yet guaranteed, but...” he closed the book that he was holding. “I might have a chance to stay in London for a year. Maybe next year...” he shrugged, “Who knows.”

“Seb, that’s amazing! I’m sure you’ll get it! You’re a great freaking actor.”

He grinned. “Are you ready not seeing me every weekend?”

Well... you didn’t think about that. You were quiet as Sebastian waited for your answer. Before it could turn into an awkward silence, Sebastian laughed. “I know you’ll miss me, but don’t overthink about it. We’re not sure if I’ll be one of the students anyway.”

Sebastian took you in one of his favorite restaurant, treating you dinner, and he offered for you to stay at his dorm. He had a solo room but with a double decked bed. Visitors are allowed during weekends so you staying the night wasn’t a problem. That night, you both talked about your plans in the future, looking at the world in the most optimistic way.

“You may now kiss the bride.” The kiss sealed their relationship. Jane is now officially Mrs. Stan. There was no running down the aisle with the bride and the groom, everyone gathered next to Sebastian and Jane to take multiple pictures, forever keeping the moment.

You beamed at the camera. After the picture-taking, you hugged your old friends through Sebastian, and the new found friends you found in Jane. It was time to go to the reception. 

As you settle in the car, Toby, sat next to you. “How’s our manager doing?”

“Good. Happy to be here.” then the car was filled with silence. The driver came, and one more person arrived to seat at the passenger’s seat. 

“All good?” the driver asked, which everyone nodded.

“He liked you, you know.” Toby said through the phone.

You sniffled and wiped your tears away. “What?”

“Sebastian.” Toby answered firmly. “He liked you for a long time.”

More tears pool in your eyes. “Why didn’t he tell me?”

“He was supposed to tell you when we attended your graduation day.” He said, “But we saw you kissing a guy. He didn’t want to ruin it.”

“So now he’s not talking to me anymore? I’ve reached out so many times.”

“I don’t think he knows the reason why you’re calling.”

There was a knock on your door. Weird. It’s almost 9 o’clock in the evening and you’re certainly not expecting a guest nor a delivery. “I have to go, Toby. Thanks for listening to my rants.”

“Take care, Y/N. He’s still your friend.” and you ended the call.

This time it was the door bell’s chime, followed by another series of knocks. You know for sure that you are safe. The apartment complex doesn’t let anyone inside the building unless their names is written as a relative or friends under your name anyway.

“What do you nee—”

Sebastian stood at the hallway when you opened the door. “Seb.”

“Hi.” He forced out a smile. 

That night, Sebastian wiped all your tears away and comforted you in his arms, whispering all the encouraging words you needed to hear. That night, he became your boyfriend, your one and only.

You watched them cut the cake. Laughing at each other and telling one that he sucks at cutting it. You smiled, what a couple of dorks. You can’t really blame them, they both had their fair share of drinks and almost half of the guests are drunk as well.

You don’t know how long you’ve been sitting, just watching everyone else enjoy the reception, doing all the things people do at the weddings. You enjoyed being alone, and you had fun watching people have fun.

“I hope it wasn’t boring.”

You looked over your shoulder, seeing Sebastian pulling the chair next to you. “Nah, I had fun, and is still having fun.”

“Let me guess, you’re having fun watching people tripped on their heels, and sway in their drunkenness?” 

“Yep.”

Sebastian gave you one of his sweetest smiles, “I’m happy you’re here.”

“I—” No, Y/N. Don’t ask. It all in the past, and he’s married for Christ’s sake. It’s his wedding reception, don’t ruin the night for him and for everyone else. “I’m so glad, I attended. Thanks for inviting me.”

“I can’t.” Sebastian said. “I... I have so much right now, and I just can’t go there yet.”

By there, Sebastian meant getting engaged. You’ve broken the barrier and you’re the one who proposed to him, in his house with just the two of you.

Five years of dating, and if he can’t see the same future that you are seeing... is it really worth moving forward?

“I’m sorry.” he mumbled.

“I’m sorry too.” then you walked away, never looking back.

The chills of the cold night made your goosebumps rose. You had a nice chat with Sebastian, Jane followed a couple minutes later with a slice of cake and a bunch of late night snacks. 

You all talked about how you mended your relationship with Sebastian three years ago. He was the first ever person who helped you when your mother underwent her heart surgery. You didn’t have the guts to push him away, and your mother had always treated him as her own. Because of him, your mother is still as healthy as ever. Plus, he seemed to have outgrown all the troubles in the past so you decided to do the same thing.

During the conversation, they told you that they are expecting a baby. They wanted you to be one of the godparents. You being Sebastian’s long time friend, and skipping over the fact that you once became his girlfriend too. 

You accepted though. You know that one day, you’ll find the one for you too. The real one. By then, invitations would flow out, hoping that Sebastian’s little kid would throw the flower on the aisle for you. By then, every single soul would be happy.

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