Classic Scrapes {Chris Hemsworth x Actress!Reader Oneshot}
Requested by: @kajjaka
Wordcount: 2231
Summary: After a pretty easy-going break up, you and Chris run into one another again. And of course, a pesky matchmaker is there, coming up with ideas.
From the outside perspective, your relationship with Chris Hemsworth might have seemed really damn good. Two of Hollywood’s elite, having met and fallen in love over the course of a movie that you weren’t even the stars of. You had both been in the Ghostbusters remake, where the main focus had been the four women playing the actual Ghostbusters, while Chris played a dorky himbo - yes, even he agreed with the term, and you just had a cameo in it. That’s all that it took. A week. And you were bound together by your hearts. He went on to do more Thor movies, his popularity rising. You went on to do a successful action trilogy of your own, kicking butt and taking names. The hot Hollywood couple taking the world by storm. Cute pictures taken the paps smeared all over the gossip magazines. Not a single sign of turmoil.
You didn’t even fight. There were no big arguments that ended up in anger or in shameful tears. That was the odd part because usually the way things go is that those fights happen and then the break up.
But it didn’t end up that way for you and Chris. It actually ended up being on the verge of too mature rather than passionate. Your breaking up was more like something happening in court. Without the yelling and arguing of divorcing couples. It was just ‘this is the time that I have to offer’ and ‘this is what I can give in return.’ When it wasn’t good enough, you both agreed that it was better to split up before things got more carried away. Before there was talks of marriage. Or children. Your schedules didn’t allow for such things. And with you both having budding careers, something that was so rare and only a few hundred people in all of America got to have that, people moving from all over the world to try their hand in it, well, you both decided what was more important.
The tabloids, for once, didn’t know what to say. The split was amicable. Neither of you went on to date for a while so they couldn’t even put out their ridiculous rumors. Neither of you said anything bad about one another. The only thing that either of you ever complained about was the heavy work schedules and how you just didn’t have enough time to be together the way that you felt like the other deserved. You didn’t work with one another for a while. He continued through Marvel and then some action flicks. You went the romance and comedy route. There were awards shows that you were both at, where there were more than a couple of eyes on the both of you when the other was mentioned, but you did truly support one another despite not talking. Claps whenever you were mentioned. Clapping whenever his name came up. It was working out well. Time would heal the inner wounds.
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It had been two years since you saw him in person. You tried once more for a relationship with Tom Ellis. But he was going strong with Lucifer, and the same problem arose. And though this also ended on a more amicable note, you were starting to realize just how much you were missing out on by becoming a workaholic. Even your friendships were lacking, growing strong while filming with them but fading out once the project was over and you could no longer find the time to even call out and get lunch.
So you started to change your life. You took on a TV show rather than a movie because it felt more stable, you could stay in one place more often, you could keep up with friends that you made because you’d be seeing them day in and day out. It was a success as soon as the pilot aired. You signed on for at least three seasons. There was a break in between for your life when you caught up with friends and did the whole award season thing. You weren’t actively dating again. You didn’t feel ready to jump headfirst back into a relationship without knowing if it was going to work. You were growing up. It wasn’t about pretty boy faces anymore. You were even bringing your mother as your date to the Teen Choice Awards this year.
There was a lot of cheering as you walked the red carpet. You stopped to take some pictures with fans, the smile on your face absolutely genuine. You caught up with a couple of other A-Listers that you knew, chatting with Scarlett for a couple of minutes before the fans around you started to go absolutely nuts.
“Which Chris do you think that is?” Scarlett leaned in to whisper to you, making you laugh.
."With that sort of screaming, it’s either Evans or Hemsworth,” You speculated, having no problem letting your ex’s last name pass through your lips. You both turned to watch, seeing the black suit first. That didn’t give many clues. It was the height that did it though. Hemsworth was just that little bit taller. And you knew those shoulders well. “Hemsworth,” You confirmed.
“You alright?” Scarlett asked. You just brushed off her question with a laugh.
“I’m great. Maybe I’ll say a quick hello and then go and see where my mom got off too. I’m a little worried about her being unsupervised around Ryan Reynolds,” You joked, and excused yourself from the conversation to see Chris Hemsworth walking inside, the flashing photographers left by the door.
He seemed a little surprised to see you, but his grin was large. He opened up his arms for a hug which you returned. Surprisingly, there was no feeling of awkwardness there. It felt as if almost no time had passed at all. “Hello future winner,” You said with a smile. “Long time no see.”
“I don’t think you’ll be leaving without something of your own,” He said, stepping back to take a look at you in the dress that you had chosen. “You look - you look... incredible.”
“You don’t look so bad yourself,” You said, taking in the shorter hair. The bright blue eyes. The Thor like muscles. He had always been a very good looking man but time had been good to him. That and the new addition of the stubble. You quite liked that. “Well, I’d better go back to my date. I have no idea where they went though-”
“Oh, are you here with uhh - Tom, right?” Chris asked, nearly pulling you back into the conversation.
“No, no, that ended months ago,” You shook your head. “I brought mom, actually. If you wanted to come and say hi. I’m sure that she’d love that. If your own date doesn’t mind.”
“Yeah, I’d love to,” Chris clapped his hands together. “I came stag, thought I’d have a night out with my friends.”
“Good idea,” You nodded. He asked you what you nominations you were up for, and you told him about your show, as you looked around for the familiar head of hair that was your mothers. As expected, you found her chatting up the Deadpool actor and his wife, Blake. You waved at her and caught her attention. She smiled and then turned back to Blake, only to do a double take. She patted Ryan on the arm, making you laugh, and she made her way towards where you and Chris were standing.
“Well, aren’t you looking well,” Your mother said, going in for a hug which Chris returned. Your mother had been more devastated than you had when you and Chris broke up. She had adored him from the start. But who didn’t?
“And so are you, y/m/n,” Chris said with a grin, picking the woman off of the ground. He was so tall, it was easy for him to do it. You started to laugh when one of your mom’s shoes fell on the ground and she sheepishly put it back on once she had both feet down. “Pleasure seeing you here!”
“I’ll leave you two to catch up, I’m going to need a cocktail,” You grinned. “I’ll find you in a few.”
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It didn’t take very long for your mother to try to set you and Chris back up. But you weren’t actually that mad about it. You sat amused in your mother’s dining room, sipping at the after-dinner cup of tea that you were having while your mother was telling Chris about a recent trip that she had.
“Oh it was just gorgeous there, Chris, you gotta go and see it. I’ve been telling y/n that for weeks. You two should go together. It could be a real romantic place if you do it right.”
“The Grand Canyon is romantic?” You asked, holding your teacup with both hands, the comforting steam rolling out and over your face. “I’ve never heard it being called that before.”
“If you do it right,” Your mother said again. “Oh hold on a second, I think I hear my phone in the other room. I’ll be right back,” She busied herself by getting up, bringing some of the dishes with her into the kitchen.
“Her phone is still right there,” Chris whispered, poking at it with his elbow. You had to put your cup down and hold your laughter inside. Oh, that woman never changed. “So - grand canyon?”
“Do you really want to go?” You asked him.
“Why not, I hear it can be romantic,” He said, that lazy but charming smile taking over his features.
“A big crack in the ground made by centuries of erosion is somehow romantic? Boy, I wonder what you think when you see things like Mount Everest. You gonna start bringing girls to all the natural wonders?”
“Mount Everest is nice, but I’d say that the Northern Lights are the most romantic, if we’re going with natural wonders. But I know you don’t like the cold. Arizona’s hot, isn’t it?”
You made a face, scrunching your nose when he brought up that you didn’t like the cold - which was fair enough, you really didn’t, but that he had remembered it at all. “Yeah, it’s pretty hot there.”
“So I should pack shorts for when we go?”
“For the grand canyon? Probably. Though I don’t understand why it would be such an exciting place to visit.Maybe if you flew over it and were able to get a real look at how big it is. But just standing and looking into a fissure? Sounds a little boring.”
“Alright, how about this,” He leaned forward, elbows on the table - such bad manners. “If we go and you have fun, then maybe... maybe you get to be my slave for a day.”
“Your slave?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. “Are you determined to make sure I don’t have a good time?”
“I think you’d enjoy it,” He said, a smirk now taking over his lips. “Like the good old days?” He was leaning in closer of the table, his large frame taking up a large amount of space in the room. He was so close. You lifted the tea cup again. At least you could hide your face behind it. Hide the fact that you were warming up to the idea.
“And if I do remain miserable? Does that mean that you have to be my slave for a day?” You questioned, an eyebrow cocked at him. Despite the heat, you kept up eye contact. Damn those blue eyes and the weakness that you had for them in particular.
“That would only be fair,” He grinned. His accent was coming out the more comfortable that he felt. That Australian twang. The one that he used to whisper sweet things to you in. And dirty things. Oh, all of those dirty things.
“How about next weekend?”
“We can rent a trailer and drive there together. I’ve got a bit of a break, what about you?”
“Yeah, I’ve got a month to myself, I was going to spend it with mom but-”
“Oh, don’t worry about me, I’ve got plenty to keep me busy,” Your mother called out from the kitchen, clearly eavesdropping. You and Chris both burst out in laughter, tears actually coming to your eyes. “I told you it could be romantic!” She continued, making you nearly snort.
“Alright, alright, let’s hit up the grand canyon,” You finally agreed, your ankle catching Chris’s under the table, linking it with yours so that you were connected, the way you always did at restaurants. Things felt - natural this way, like the past few years hadn’t passed. “But prepare to be my slave because I’m telling you, it’s going to be boring and I’m going to say I told you so the whole time.”
“Are you going to ask me to do that thing that you like?” He asked, that smirk resting back on his face. “The thing with my tongue and the-”
“Oh my god, don’t give my mom any more fuel,” You said, lunging forward and putting your hand over his mouth. But it was decided. You and Chris still had that chemistry, no doubt about that. Enough to fill the Grand Canyon, more than likely, which you were soon going to find out.
Thank you, thank you, it’s a shame my parent's ink ran out on Liam so, he looks a little different, but good for mentioning him, Zoey.
let’s not talk about your younger brother cause I kind of got rejected by him... and the worst part is I can’t even talk badly about him cause he was a real gentleman, made me wanna hug him and all. also i think out of the 3 of you, Luke is the one that look nothing like the other two of you. maybe their ink ran out mid production?
Pony: that is not correct because according to the encyclopedia of akdfalkdjfa;ldkj
Johnny: one rule here, and it’s do not lie. liars get stabbed to death here. other than that, it’s so chill
Soda: she was like “that’s fine. it’s ok that you’re ugly. hahahahaha,” but i’ll remain pretty! yes!
Darry: i may smile all the time, honey, but i got a mean fuckin’ backhand and i’m not afraid to use it on your ugly ass
Two-Bit: who, obama? oh, i’ve heard of him. he’s pretty good. i think his lyrics are really mellow and, like, thought out. it’s pretty interesting
Steve: 1+1=2, 2+2=4, 3+3=6, and you’re still a bitch! ha!
Dally: bitch, you ain’t smooth with anything you do and you ugly as hell, so you naturally stick out. ha. unfortunately.
Tim: like, i really wanna teach yoga and zen and over all centeredness, but i also like to really kill and stab people on the weekends...
Curly: my favorite opera singer? uh, probably iggy
Angela: 1, 2, 3, 4. that’s how many men are between those doors. sarah, you are a slut! get out of my house!
Sylvia: can i ask a quick question? do you like it when your hair remains on your scalp or do you like to run your mouth and somebody rips that shit off?
Sandy: to me, you’re actually extremely ugly, but to somebody else you’re attractive. it’s all about perspective
Evie: i didn’t hit you with my car. your car happened to get in my way and i was like “i ain’t gon’ stop here. i gotta go!”
Kathy: well, sarah said “could i try the solo this time?” and i said “fuCK YOU, YOU DUSTY-ASS, WACK BITCH!”
Cherry: my two favorite drinks are probably the “shut-the-fuck-up-achino” and i also like the “try-me-one-more-motherfucking-time” latte.
Marcia: *wheezy laughter*
Randy: I LOVE JESUS DAMMIT!!! and that’s why I go to church on Sunday.
Bob: you don’t like the christmas gift? oh. it’s not your color of lamborghini? well, shove it up your fuckin’ ass!
~bonus~
Mama Mathews: hey! hey, hey. kids, kids. PATRICIA!!!! honey, can you be quiet? i’m just trying to do something.
