One-Shot Fanfic Imagines

2nd (CHRIS EVANS)

>You've been friends with Chris for a while now, after you two were introduced to each other at RDJ's son's birthday party. He attends to an interview and the interviewer had peppered him questions about your internet-breaking friendship, and he can't stop gushing about you and your quirks.

>You're an actress, btw.

WARNINGS: MILD CURSING. BUT JUST MILD. THAT'S ALL.

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"So from your whodunnit movie with Rian Johnson, Knives Out, which was on my opinion, a one hell of an entertaining movie. How was it working with such talented co-actors, and what was it like off-cam?"

Chris chuckled after the interviewer finished with question, the times with Daniel Craig or Ana de Armas, and the rest of the crew went back to his mind. "Oh, it was really fun. It was just great. Though, I could never really stray muself away from getting pressured since, you know...James Bond,"

The interviewer laughed, so did Chris, as he shook his head and slapped his palm on his lap. "But kidding aside, I had a great time with those guys. Pure professionals, and very dedicated to the craft. Working with them could be the best ones of my career just yet."

"Yeah," the interviewer nodded with a huge smile, "most especially your fans had been loving your photoshoots with Daniel Craig. For both men, that was really cute."

Chris laughed with his eyes and mouth wide open. Only this time, he does his signature left boob grab. "Yeah, yeah, it is. I mean, you gotta love the guy. On cam, off cam. Wherever, whenever. Everything is just so natural with him, and I guess that helped transpired those photos."

"Speaking of internet-breaking photos and friendships, twitterverse had also had a keen eye on your growing closeness with actress (y/f/n) (y/l/n). The latest one you guys had been trending on was because of her last birthday greeting for your birthday..."

The interviewer was cut off with Chris' sudden thunderous laugh, recollecting the what-you-claimed an honest mistake from his last birthday. You took to twitter to greet the manchild of his special day, and unfortunately for you, you made a typographical error on his last name. You accidentally typed Evams, instead of Evans.

"That was funny!" He started, trying his best to speak inbetween his loud laughs, "Exceptionally funny. Some people say I was offended, but I wasn't, really. I was just laughing when I read her tweet the moment I woke up. And unfortunately for her, it took about six hours before she realized the Evams mistake and took it down."

"Your friendship has been quite a shock since you guys, metaphorically, seemed to live on both ends. It was just different," the interviewer asked after Chris recovered, "what brought you guys this close?"

"You may think we're different people, but we're really not," he says, your face popping in his thoughts, accompanied by your cheeky smile and horse-like laugh, "we're kind of the same. I feel like she's almost like a soulmate. She doesn't take herself too serious, plus she really loves to have a good time. She has this dance she makes whenever she gets excited or thrilled. A very genuine person. Very, very genuine. And, of course, the highlight of her existence, her sassiness."

"Yeah, she's very sassy. It's evident on her other interviews," the interviewer adds.

"It is, it is. And oh, she loves animated movies, too, by the way. I guess that's where it really started. It was this one day, my brother Scott invited her over, and we watched Toy Story 3. And the movie started, and I noticed how she fell quiet as it went on, until it was on the part where Andy gave all his toys to Bonnie, including Woody, before finally heading to College," Chris smiles softly as he remembers how you acted that day, the tears streaming on your cheeks, and how you'd look away. "She was crying! And was mumbling under her breath, 'Andy noooo' and 'Woody should've gone to college with Andy,' and the best one yet, 'Bonnie is a bitch.'"

"Bonnie is a bitch?" The interviewer laughs, along with Chris. "That is the best one!"

He nodded repeatedly. "But, yeah. I love her. I love that person. It's impossible not to--"

"Wait, wait, wait. Hold up, there. You said you love her, right?" The interviewer asked, relaying to Chris, making sure he knows what he's saying. But his cheeks were tinted with deep red color, a chuckle coming out of his lips as if it was an 'oh no.'

Sometimes, he really has to know when to shut his mouth.

He laughed awkwardly, picturing your face once again, hoping that he did not just break something so special.

"Yeah, I guess I just did." He said with a sigh, shaking his head.