Chris Evans || One Shots

"You write fanfiction about me?" "Maybe..."

"Will you cut it out Christopher!" You shot a glare to the annoying man sitting on your left. You sipped your water, enjoying the ice cold feeling of it trickling down your throat. You let out a soft sigh relishing the feeling of how refreshing it was.

Chris has been playing mind games the entire day, constantly teasing you about your crush you accidentally revealed, he's been pushing you for a name, how do you tell a man like him he is your crush. "Y/N you're gorgeous! Who can you not get?" He asked you earlier on FaceTime while you were getting ready for this dinner at his house. You didn't answer his question, instead you pretended your phone died.

He had some friends over, Mackie and Sebastian. They were both sat opposite you, they guys all enjoyed a beer. Chris peered at you for a second, "hey Seb" he spoke loudly, gaining his attention, Seb nodded his head as he swallowed a mouthful of his food. "You follow Y/N on Instagram right?" He asked curiously, you were already worried where he was taking this. "Yeah" Seb answered simply with a smile. Chris cleared his throat and leaned into your ear. "Is it Sebastian?" He asked, you almost choked on air, earning a suspicious look from the men sat opposite you. "No. It. Isn't. Now will you please drop it?" You sighed, already getting annoyed by the situation. "Do you guys talk on DM?" Chris asked Seb, taking a swig of his beer, pursing the top of the bottle on his lovely lips. Seb looked between you and Chris, also wondering where he was going with this. "Sometimes. I don't have a lot of time to answer back" he answered honestly. It was the truth, you've only exchanged just a few words here and there with Seb.

The dinner was finally finished and you were so relieved. Chris made it unnecessarily awkward for you and you regret letting it slip out so easily. You were on sat on Chris' couch with Dodger on your notebook while Chris let his guests out. You heard them talking and assumed you were fine.

You opened Wattpad on the browser and signed in, looking through the notifications. You went to drafts and began proof reading, amending any mistakes or changing a sentence.

"You write fanfiction about me?" A voice whispered behind you, you froze and slowly closed the lid to your notebook, making a mental note you'd just do it later. Your cheeks flushed red at the thought of being caught. You cleared your throat, "maybe..." you shrugged. An audible gasp was heard, "you have a crush on me?" He padded round to stand in front of you, you sighed defeatedly. No going back now. "Yes."