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Heads Up for a Fairytale (Chris Evans x Reader)

Pairing: Chris Evans x Female!Reader

Warnings: Cavity inducing fluff, slight cursing, bit more angst in this chapter

Part: 3/??, Read more here

Description: Reader and her friend take a trip to Walt Disney World and happen to run into one Chris Evans while waiting in line to board Space Mountain. To pass the time you decide to play the game “Head’s Up.” From pop culture references, flirty looks and Chris being his silly flirty self, you never thought waiting in a line could be so much fun. But the Disney magic has to end eventually…doesn’t it?

Author’s Note: This chapter tends to lean a little more heartwarming than previous, but I want reader and Chris to explore their connection. But, also Star Lord is a favorite of mine so I had to play with his character. Y/N = Your Name, Y/F/N = Your Friend’s Name

Word Count: 5.9k

“So what did he say when you told him?” Y/F/N and you were browsing the mug wall in Mickeys of Hollywood while Chris took a phone call outside the store. Fantasmic was in two hours and you were killing time until the show.

You set down a coffee mug with an intricate Ariel sketching you’d been holding and side eyed her. “It wasn’t so much what he said, but how he said it. This is going to be so much more difficult than I planned. He’s just so,” you paused searching for the right word to describe the pull you felt for him, “so magnetic.” You shook your head to clear it. “That’s cliche, right?”

You chuckled and reached for the red and blue patterned Mushu mug within your grasp that you’d been eyeing all day to give your hands something to fiddle with.

Y/F/N shrugged as she scanned the wall, “Probably, but he does have a certain magnetism about him. It’s part of what makes him a great actor, I guess. And the fact that he comes off very genuine. He’s willing to do the whole friendship test thing, though?”

“Friendship trial. And yes. Although, he seemed a bit disappointed when I pitched it.”

“Well, I’m gonna go out on a limb and say he probably hasn’t heard the word ‘no’ from women to often.” She laughed looking over at you. “It’s just you who’s crazy enough to make him work for it.”

You blushed and hurriedly turned to another section of the wall. “It’s not like that. I just don’t want to rush things.”

“Why though?” she prodded you, knowing all to well you were trying to hide the truth again.

You sighed and absentmindedly ran your hands along the row of mugs. “I know I’ve just met him but, I- I have this feeling, crazy as it is, or as I may be, that this could be something great. But, if I’m just a fling or a-” you shuddered at the thought, “or, God forbid, a pity distraction that he’ll forget about once he’s back in Hollywood, then I don’t want to get attached.” You swallowed the lump that grew in your throat while you spoke. “It’ll only hurt more when he leaves.” You took a deep cleansing breath. It was quite freeing finally telling her your real worries about this madness.

Y/F/N touched your shoulder softly and gave a sympathetic smile. “I saw the way he looked at you this morning, you’re not a fling and you are no one’s distraction. I think the fact that he’s willing to do things your way means he genuinely cares about you. Plus, it’s good to put him through his paces a little. Makes sure that Boston boy knows you’re not someone to mess with.” She smirked and went look through the trading pin racks.

You smiled at her words and followed along. She always knew how to ease your fears. You didn’t know what you’d do without her. “Oh, I think he’s already seen I can handle my own, but he doesn’t make it easy. I about turned into a puddle at his feet earlier.” You laughed and hugged the Mushu cup closer in embarrassment at the memory.

She grinned devilishly, “It’s definitely going to be fun to see you try to hold back from him all week. You’ve wanted to jump his bones for years.”

 You swatted her arm as you tried and failed to hide your grin.

“It’s true!” She said loudly, “You don’t expect me to believe you’ll be able to hold out from taking full advantage of that superhero body, do you? I give it three days, tops.”

“Stop it!” You shushed her while trying to hold back laughter. “I don’t know why I’m friends with you sometimes.”

“Because you love me.” You stuck your tongue out at her and she giggled, “And he did say he does all his own fingering…”

Your mouth dropped, “Oh my God, I can’t with you!” You ducked your head in embarrassment as you started walking to the t-shirts on the other side of the store to get away from her teasing.

“And that he could do it all day!” she shouted after you. A few heads turned towards her as you walked past.

“Done!” You yelled back.

“Done with what?”

You turned to see a charmingly confused Chris sliding his phone into his pocket by the side doorway.

You blushed, “Done shopping, I meant.”

He smiled and motioned to the mug in your hand, “You going to buy that or are you trying to make a quick getaway?”

“Quick getaway, but apparently I’m not quick enough.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that, you stole my heart pretty quickly,” his eyes widened in amusement and his mouth opened in a ta-da grin. That was possibly the cheesiest line you’d ever heard, but coming from him it was a little endearing.

“Wowww,” you drew out with a disbelieving laugh, “Proud of that one are you?”

“I’d say so, yeah,” he beamed, clearly pleased with himself.

You patted his bicep with a sympathetic nod, “Don’t quit your day job, sweetie.”

He threw his head back as though wounded and grabbed his chest in mock hurt, “Ouch, what a way to cut a man, Y/N.”

“You’ll live,” you chuckled as you made your way to the register. You asked the cast member to send the mug back to the hotel for pick up tomorrow and as she went wrap it, Chris leaned his tall frame against the counter next to you.

“And I thought you said no cute couple names. So eager to break the rules already, babe?” he taunted with a dark glint in his eyes. You gulped at the intensity of his gaze. He wasn’t touching you, but if you moved a few centimeters to the left you would be pressed flush against him. If he’d only move a little closer…

Suddenly, the realization of his precise placement hit you. He was respecting the rules of the friendship trial, but making it clear you could break them any time you wanted. The idea was more than tempting. Your knees got weak at the memory of his words from earlier, ’you don’t have to kiss to be intimate.’ Jesus, the way he could go from a goofy meatball one minute to a fucking sex god the next was frustrating as hell.

 Before you could respond, the worker returned and you finished paying. Chris coughed and pushed off the counter, tugging his hat down to hide his face. He was still centimeters away, but he made no move to close the distance. You thanked the cast member and accepted the receipt before turning the opposite direction of Chris to find Y/F/N. You thought back to your earlier worries and quickly got control of your hormones. The friendship trial was a good idea.

You spotted her still checking out the pins and started weaving through the racks towards her.

“So, what’s our next stop?” Chris asked, following behind you.

“We could go grab a bite to eat?” You suggested reaching Y/F/N.

She shrugged with a frown, “I’m still kind of full from lunch right now. What about Star Lord and Baby Groot? We haven’t met them or any of the Star Wars characters yet. And Quill was your number one meet on this trip during planning.” She hid her smirk as you started walking out of the store and into the busy street.

You spluttered as Chris raised an eyebrow appraisingly, “I was- he was not- for Baby Groot not-Captain America s’my favorite.” You clamped your mouth shut and felt your cheeks blazing red, and not from the sun.

He chuckled quietly as you made your way past the Chinese Theater.

“Aw I’m going to miss Great Movie Ride,” you lamented, effectively changing the subject.

“Yeah, it was a classic, if a little outdated.” He looked wistfully at the tall red pillars that flanked the entrance to the now closed ride.

“Indiana Jones was my favorite set on it.”

“Mine too!” He said excitedly. “Snakes. Why’d it have to be snakes?” He quoted, dropping his voice into a gruff scratchy tone that did oddly sound like Harrison Ford.

“Fortune and glory, kid. Fortune and glory.” You quoted back doing your own best Indy impression, which only made him laugh harder.

“It’s not the years, honey. It’s the mileage.” And although he affectionately chucked you on the chin, you had to admit that line sent shivers down your spine with the way he drawled out the words.

The moment was quickly squashed as he pointed dramatically at a random trashcan and shouted, “That belongs in a museum!”

“You guys are such nerds,” Y/F/N sighed, rolling her eyes. She gripped her bag and skipped down the steps of Animation Courtyard.

“You there! Halt!” a robotic voice shouted from behind you. Your heart pounded as you froze in fear wondering what the hell you all did to be shouted at. Chris had both his hands up in surrender near his face and you met his eyes in worry before he peeked over his shoulder.

He let out a loud laugh of relief and dropped his hands. You hesitated for a second before quickly turning your head to see why he was no longer in defense mode.

The sight that met your eyes had you internally cringing in embarrassment at the fact that you very much thought you were about to be banned from Disney World forever. The only thing you were in danger of though was pissing off the first order.

Two stormtroopers were your assailants.

“Don’t be alarmed!” one said as they neared you. They wore the full white and black stormtrooper armor along with the voice masking modulator.

“Too late for that dude,” Y/F/N said, taking a step back nervously.

“Careful citizen, there are resistance fighters in the area,” one walked up extremely close to Chris and eyed him up and down.

A crowd was beginning to form as they watched the troopers. It wasn’t like they were hard to miss. You saw Chris reflexively tense and his chest began to rise and fall rapidly at the close proximity of both the stormtrooper and the encroaching crowd. He glanced at you with a complete look of helplessness. You felt a sudden surge of protectiveness flood through your body. You knew his fear was more from the crowd than the cast member, but you had to get him out of there. You glanced around to Y/F/N as an idea struck.

She was watching the interaction and frowned as she saw Chris’s impending anxiety attack. She looked to you for guidance as you motioned your head from her to Chris and over to the entrance of The Little Mermaid show, aka ‘get Chris and get him out of here.’ She nodded in understanding.

“The resistance is closer than you think,” you said fiercely, playing along so the attention would shift to you so Chris and Y/F/N could move a little more out of sight of the crowd. The trooper turned to you and moved into your personal space. They towered over you, but up close they weren’t very intimidating. This could be fun.

“Let me see your identification,” the robotic voice commanded.

“Best damn pilot in the galaxy ring any bells?” You cocked an eyebrow and crossed your arms smoothly. The crowd whooped at the reference and you saw Y/F/N and Chris slip safely into the shade of the building.

The trooper stepped back in shock as he tapped his friend on the shoulder and pointed at you, “Captain Phasma will hear about this.” They were very good at conveying emotions even though their faces were covered.

“Be sure to tell her Finn says hello,” you smiled knowingly. A small girl in a Rey costume clapped and gave a loud “ohh.”

“The first order will be victorious!”

“Never tell me the odds.” The small crowd cheered as you stared down the duo. The surge of adrenaline in you veins was intoxicating as you faced down the first order.

As they began to move away to continue their patrol, the Stormtrooper who originally confronted Chris pointed his index and middle finger first at his eyes and then towards you as he said, “I’m watching you.”

You tilted your chin defiantly, “Your eyes can deceive you. Don’t trust them.”

The crowd began to disperse as you watched them interact with the small Rey from earlier who was shooting daggers with a venomous glare their way. You grinned and turned to find Chris and Hayleigh walking back towards you.

“That was awesome!” she squealed grabbing your upper arms and shaking you in excitement. You giggled at her overzealousness. You felt Chris’s eyes on you and the familiar blush started rising on your neck. “I’ve never seen you like that before. The way you just stood up to them as they came at Chris. You were incredible!”

  “We should probably hurry before the Star Lord meet closes,” you mumbled sheepishly shrugging off her compliments in embarrassment.

You resumed the walk down Pixar Place towards the “One Man’s Dream” building where the Star-Lord and Baby Groot meet and greet were held and as you finally reached the building Y/F/N wandered off to check out the displays further in.

You and Chris fell into step and slowly took in the exhibit. Standing in front of an old sketch of the Disneyland castle in California, you could feel the warmth from Chris’ tall frame next to you even though you weren’t touching him. You turned slightly to see him examining the artwork with a small frown on his forehead from concentration. You watched him fondly as he mouthed the words while reading the plaque next to the picture.

You smiled. You liked it when he was close. It felt comforting in a way that was hard to describe. For all the puppy like energy and flirty remarks you knew he had in him, he also possessed a very calming presence that was nice to have nearby.

“You know, I’ve always thought Steve Rogers has some Indiana Jones tendencies,” you mused, interrupting his train of thought. He raised his eyebrows questioningly as you began to ramble your reasoning, “Well, both fight for the little guys. Both put theirselves in unnecessary dangers. And they’re both good men who don’t hesitate to fight for what’s right when the time comes. Growing up watching Indiana Jones is why I think I immediately loved Steve Rogers so much. They’re a lot alike.”

“…And both hate Nazis.” Chris bit his plump bottom lip as he thought over the theory before nodding in agreement, “I’ve never thought about Cap that way, but you’re right. That’s so cool. I love how passionate you are about things like that. It’s really beautiful.”

“Wow, uh, thanks,” you said stunned. “That’s the first time anyone’s ever told me something like that.” You ducked your head in embarrassment.

He nudged your shoulder as you continued walking “You deserve to hear it.” He eyed you over with a calculating look, “Because it’s true. You’re a very honest person who says what’s on your mind. I try to be like that but, with my job…” He trailed off lost in thought and sighed. He nervously tugged his hat again, “Most people are always pretending to be someone they’re not to impress others. It’s hard to know when someone is being genuine with me because of my job. It’s refreshing to meet someone who isn’t afraid to let others see their truth.”

“Trust me, I sometimes wish my mouth would listen to my brain before blurting out whatever passes through it. I’m usually more truthful when I’m nervous, or tipsy.” You giggled as he let out a loud laugh.

“Thanks for that earlier,” Chris whispered quietly enough for only you to hear, passing through a group. You looked over to him in confusion. His long fingers grazed your arm affectionately, “I know you stood up to that Stormtrooper for me. To let me get away from the crowd. And I’m grateful you did.” He clasped your hand tightly trying to convey the words he couldn’t say. “You’re very brave.”

“I’m not brave,” You scoffed, shrugging off his words. He was probably just being nice. “You. You’re brave. You have criticism and hate thrown at you on a daily basis from complete strangers who feel they have a right to your life and still stay kind and down to earth and do what you do. That’s bravery.”

He shook his head turning to fully stare at you. His eyes seemed to have a sadness to them in this moment that you’d never seen in them before, “Being brave isn’t just about the face you show to the world, you know. Someone who saves the world isn’t any braver than a kid who choses to enter a talent show that they think they’ll lose or asking the person you like out for the first time. Bravery is about choosing to do the thing you fear. No matter how small. Being brave is living.”

You cast your eyes down, intimated by the intensity in his gaze. You’d never thought of it that way. You supposed when you grow up thinking that bravery is something reserved for superheroes and firefighters you forget that the small things make us brave, too. Even you. Without letting you talk yourself out of it, you looped your arm through Chris’. He looked down in shock, but didn’t pull away.   

“Just trying to be a little braver,” you said with a small smile. His eyes sparkled and he mirrored your smile as he tucked your hand into the crook of his arm and placed his other hand over it.

You continued through the exhibit until you reached the entrance for the meet and greet. The room was designed to look like space. The walls had moving galaxies projected onto them that looked like you were entering from the outside of a spaceship to the inside. The floor had silver arrows doing weird zigzags to direct people the way the line was supposed to flow. Y/F/N waved you over near the front and you both hurriedly made your way over to her, apologizing to the others you had to squeeze through.

“You know, today, I feel like Indiana Jones.” He said holding his hands up into the shape of a heart with a cheesy smile. “Because you are the treasure I’m looking for.”

“How many of those do you have?” You laughed.

“Follow me,” the cast member said motioning to your group.

“I guess you’re going to have to find out,” he winked as you made your way into what looked like a spaceship’s workshop. You were all ushered into the corner of the room to wait your turn behind two families.

“Thanks for holding our spot,” you quickly whispered to Y/F/N.

 “You’re lucky you showed up when you did or else I was going to get Quill all to myself,” she grinned.

As one family finished up and the next moved forward, you gasped. Baby Groot was quite possibly the cutest thing you had ever seen in your life. And, you had to admit, Star Lord wasn’t bad himself.

“You know if this thing doesn’t work out with Chris, Star Lord seems like a good alternative,” Y/F/N whispered, echoing your thoughts. You heard Chris huff in annoyance behind you both.

“You can put your bags down here,” the attendant motioned over to the wall on the left. Y/F/N and you hurriedly took off your bags and set them down on the floor. She adjusted her ears as you turned around to see Star Lord walking over.

“Well, hey there!” His loud voice singsonged. He held out his arms for a hug, which you eagerly obliged to. He wrapped you in his leather clad embrace in a tight bear hug that made you giggle. He even smelled good. He slung an arm around your waist and walked you over to the work station where Baby Groot was standing. He jokingly made a ‘stay’ motion with both hands before returning for Y/F/N. You beamed. You could already tell this was going to be a great character interaction.

You noticed Chris had followed and was not so subtly glaring after the actor with his arms tightly crossed. He wasn’t jealous, was he? You nudged his side playfully, “Be cool, Evans.” He glanced down at you with a frown. “He’s not Hemsworth, remember.” You gave a teasing smile.

He took another moment to pout before giving in and chuckling. “Hemsworth is much prettier,” he stated as Y/F/N and Star Lord made their way over, chatting amicably.

“I am Groot!” You heard a tiny voice on the left say, and Chris and you both turned to stare down at Baby Groot, who looked extremely life like.

“Hi Groot!” You said excitedly, “How are you?”

“I am Groot. I am Groot!” the little tree said with a smile moving his small head back and forth in a conversational manner.

“Ah, do you speak tree, too?” Star Lord asked you, coming up beside you.

“Only a few phrases,” you joked.

“I would have though those large ears on your heads would be translators.” He pointed to you and Y/F/N’s Mickey ears.

You laughed and reached up to touch the Captain America ears. “No these just help me track superheroes,” you said as Chris chuckled.

“So that must be how you found me!” Star Lord said with a smug smile. “Either that or Rocket’s been messing with the ship’s navigation again. Because I am way to good to be caught.”

“I am Groot!” Groot shouted in a offended voice.

“I don’t want to hear it Groot, you know Rocket’s taken the ship apart for less,” he fussed back at the tiny tree.

You beamed. This guy was fantastic!

“By the way,” Peter said suddenly, clapping a hand on Chris’s shoulder, startling him, “has anyone ever told you, you look like a buddy of mine who goes by the name of Captain America?”

Your eyes widened in surprise as Chris exploded in laughter. He gripped Peter’s shoulder leaning into him and grabbed at his chest as though this was the funniest joke he’d ever heard. You saw the cast members giggling knowingly in your direction as they watched the interaction while the photographer snapped away with pic after pic. Your mouth matched Y/F/N’s amused grin as your eyes flicked back and forth between the two of them waiting to see what Chris would do.

“You know, I have heard that a time or two. He and I are really close though, you could almost say we’re the same person,” Chris wiped a tear from his eye, “but he’s totally more handsome than me.”

Peter narrowed his eyes appraisingly before clasping Chris on both arms and squeezing his biceps as though sizing him up. He was Chris’s height, which made the situation that much funnier.

He nodded his head in agreement, “Yeah, you’re definitely smaller.”

You snorted and quickly covered your mouth as Chris stuck his tongue out at you. You lifted your hands in a ‘it was funny, what do you want me to do’ manner.

“Hopefully not where it counts, am I right,” Peter nudged you suggestively.

Oh my God. Did he just? Your brain short circuited for a hot second before you leaned on Y/F/N in support as you both doubled over, unable to hold back your roaring laughter. This was now officially the best character interaction you’d ever had. This actor is definitely channeling his inner Chris Pratt and you were living for it. Chris’s jaw dropped in amused outrage.

“That’s cold!” He shook his head with a huff. “And here I thought we were friends Quill!” He crossed his well defined arms with a pointed look in your direction, “I’ll have you know, there’s nothing about me that’s small, muscles or otherwise.”

“That’s what they all say,” Peter loudly whispered in you and Y/F/N’s direction.

“I am Groot!” Groot pronounced.

“Yes, you’re right Groot, I’m being mean.” He gave a sorrowful nod to Chris, “I’m sorry Cap clone. You’re the perfect super soldier size just the way you are. But if you do see the real Stevie can you ask him if I can still be an Avenger? I even have a few mixtapes all ready for our battle intro. Although I’m torn between Danger Zone and Eye of the Tiger.”

You smiled, “But Fight For Your Right would make an epic montage.”

He nodded enthusiastically, “Oh, that is going on the list!” He motioned to the cast members, “Please write Fight For Your Right down for Gamora to add to my music rectangle. But don’t let Drax know, or else he’ll want to add those wailing gorilla sounds again he called galaxy instrumentals.”

“I am Groot,” Groot said sadly and Peter shuddered.

“Yeah, they were pretty bad.” He clapped his hands and beamed, “So I guess you guys want a photo with the one and only Star Lord?”

“Yes, please!” Y/F/N said excitedly.

She rushed to stand under his right arm as you moved over to his left. You all shifted so Groot would be in the shot. He smiled as Chris’s hand slid across your back to your hip where he lightly held onto you. You could feel its weight and were suddenly struck by just how large his hands were on your body. You forced yourself to breath and give a relaxed smile for the camera as a clicking sound went off a few times.

“Oh, could we do one where we’re ‘in love’ with you while Chris crosses his arms pouting?” You recalled a similar convention photo like this with Chris and Sebastian and always thought it was cute. Considering the interaction you’d had with Star Lord, you thought it would be a fun photo.

“Absolutely!” Peter enthused as Chris chuckled but got willingly into position for the photo.

Y/F/N and you both lightly grabbed onto Peter’s jacket in over exaggerated awe as he cocked an eyebrow with a smug smile in Chris’s direction.

“Thank you so much,” you gushed.

“Aww, anything for my fans,” Peter said giving you another tight bear hug, before doing the same to Y/F/N as you and Chris walked over to scan your magic bands to claim the photos.

“You guys were really cute,” the cast member held out the scanner. “Thank you for coming!”

Peter saluted as you waved goodbye and made your way into the makeshift Guardians of the Galaxy gift shop that was set up outside the exit.

“That. Was. Amazing!” You squealed grabbing Chris’s bicep in excitement. “By far my favorite character meet ever!”

“He was so freaking hot,” Y/F/N all but moaned trying to peek back into the room before you pulled her unwillingly away.

“He was alright,” Chris muttered clearly annoyed.

“Don’t be jealous, Evans, it doesn’t suit you,” she teased as you started back through the exhibit hall.

“I am not jealous.” Chris pouted angrily, but you could see a faint redness cover his ears. You smirked. He was totally jealous and it was adorable.

You checked the time on your phone and gasped. “Oh shit, we have to go guys. The show is going to start in 45 minutes. We need to make sure we get good seats.”

You quickly made your way towards the entrance for the long walk to Fantasmic. It seemed the rest of the park was heading there, too. The crowd pressed the three of you together as you got closer in a semi-shuffle. Out of habit, you reflexively grabbed Y/F/N and Chris’s hands so no one would get separated in the onslaught of humanity. He raised an eyebrow amused at your parental move. 

“Sorry, I just didn’t want you to disappear,” you laughed nervously.

He shifted his hand to lace his fingers in yours and rubbed small circles on the back of your hand with the pad of his thumb, “Never.”

You made your way into the arena and your breath caught as you stared at the tall cliffs and lights where the show would take place. It was stunning and it wasn’t even lit up yet. Everyone was ushered to the mid left of the stadium style seating and in a row about half way up the bottom of the section. Y/F/N dropped your hand as you all sat down. Chris unlaced your fingers in a silent ‘this isn’t part of the rules’ gesture. You sighed and pulled away but could still feel the ghost of his thumb on the back of your hand. You missed its warmth.

As though the Disney overlords heard your plea, a cast member called out to your section, “Would everyone please stand up and move to the left. Please move down to the end of the row and fill all available space.”

As one, everyone scooted over as much as possible until your thighs and the upper half of your body was pressed tightly between your best friend and Chris freaking Evans.

You leaned forward from your cramped position to see if there was a bit of room by Chris for him to move over a little. There was a person size gap on Chris’s right that his neighbor hadn’t filled, but he’d purposely gotten as close as physically possible. You could already hear his excuse, ‘they said all the way to the left’ and blushed. He wanted to be close to you.

You sat back as giddiness threatened to overtake your senses. He had to though, you logically argued with yourself. They specifically said ‘fill all available space,’ that’s all there is to it. It would be very rude of you to have him move over to take up more space when that could very well be needed by other people. It was the right thing to do. Totally not self-serving in the least…

You noticed Y/F/N scoot a few more centimeters over into the tiny empty space she’d left herself to give you more room. She motioned with her head that you could stretch out a bit more if you wanted, but you gave a curt shake of your head ‘no.’ She looked down to where you were pressed against Chris’s side and gave a cheshire cat worthy grin before turning back to the stage as the lights dimmed and the show started.

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“So, where should we meet up tomorrow morning?” Chris asked, munching on a pretzel as you all sat on the ground eating your snacks in front of the Chinese theater, waiting for the crowds to ease up after Fantasmic. The show was just as incredible as you remembered.

“We have a breakfast reservation at Chef Mickey’s at 8:30 a.m., if you’d like to come?” You ventured hopefully, swallowing a large gulp of your drink. “I’m sure it’s ok if we add one person to the reservation.”

“That’ll work. Plus, then I can get the rundown on what the plans for the week are,” he said taking another bite.

“When are your meetings?” Y/F/N asked from his other side. “This way we can try to plan around them.” She dusted the churro sugar off of her hands as Chris chewed slowly contemplating his answer.

“Uh, well, they’re, uh,” his fingers fidgeted with the paper his pretzel was wrapped in. “They’re mostly early morning, like before 6 a.m., timezones and stuff you know, and they, uh, shouldn’t last more than a half hour.”

Your face scrunched up in confusion, “Why would they make you stay for half hour meetings? That seems kind of inconvenient and unnecessary.”

He shrugged, “Dunno. I just go where Marvel tells me.”

“Oh Marvel, huh?” Y/F/N questioned mischievously. “Anything to do with Infinity War, perhaps?”

“Now you know if I tell you, I’ll have to kill you,” he sneakily looked around, “they have snipers everywhere.”

“I’ll take that as a yes, then,” she said, smiling smugly. “But we should probably leave. We have an early morning tomorrow and it’s getting late.”

You nodded in agreement. It was late. But after the show, you’d gotten a bite to eat and had a good time chatting as the park died down. It was nice.

You all stood and threw the trash. You looked around at all of the lit neon signs. “Disney parks at closing are always so nostalgic, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, they have this vibe of leaving and coming home at the same time, like-” Chris mused as you strolled under the bright signs.

“Like, they’ll always be here to welcome you back,” you finished knowing how he felt.

“Exactly,” he smiled.

You walked through the closed turnstiles and bid the cast members good night.

“You guys staying at Grand Floridian, too?” Chris asked as you approached the bus board to find your number. 

Y/F/N and you burst out laughing as you started walking again.

“What?” Chris asked bemused.

“We’re at Port Orleans Riverside, which was enough of a splurge,” you laughed. “Not everyone has superhero dollars, ya know.” You joked as Chris looked down embarrassed.

“I didn’t mean-“

“I know,” you smiled saving him from further humiliation. “Grand Floridian is a bucket list goal, but not one I’ll be pursuing anytime soon.”

He nodded appraisingly, “I’d like to know what else is on your bucket list.”

“You were one,” Y/F/N mumbled quietly, as you elbowed her in the side. She groaned and rubbed the spot glaring back. You hoped Chris hadn’t heard her, but he didn’t even try to hide his beaming smile as your resort bus pulled up.

“The bus AC calls me like a siren song and I must go to her,” Y/F/N called over her shoulder with a wave. “Later Chris!”

Chris and you laughed.

“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow morning then,” he said walking you to the door.

“Tomorrow,” you echoed, not wanting the first day to end.

Chris moved forward to run his fingers down your face before catching himself and pulling back with a sad smile, “Goodbye Y/N.”

“Bye Chris.”

You made your way down the relatively empty bus as it began to move. You sat in the seat across from Y/F/N and stretched out for the ride back to the resort as your phone dinged. You tiredly pulled it out to see a text from Chris. As you read his message, you couldn’t wipe the smile from your face.

I’m glad I’m on your list…

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Heads Up for A Fairytale (Chris Evans x Reader)

Pairing: Chris Evans x Female!Reader

Warnings: Cavity inducing fluff, slight cursing

Part: 1/??, Read more here

Author’s Note: This isn’t my best imo, but I’ve been out of writing for a while and wanted something cute and fluffy to ease my way back in. And I’ve had this idea for a while and wanted to finally get it out. This is pure Evans loving Disney self indulgent fluff. Y/N = Your Name, Y/F/N = Your Friend’s Name

Word Count: 4,410

“How crazy would it be if we ran into someone famous while we’re here?” Y/F/N asked dreamily.

“I thought you wanted to find Walt Disney’s frozen head?” you laughed as you strolled through the mass of people down Magic Kingdom’s Main Street. It was the first day of your week long Walt Disney World trip and you were already acting like kids. The Disney magic making you silly with excitement and anticipation for all the fun times ahead.

They grinned mischievously, “Who says we can’t do both?” You rolled your eyes affectionately and shook your head at the conspiracy theories. “Besides I heard celebrities have their own secret entrance to rides so they can avoid the public. Maybe we’ll see Robert Downey Jr.”

“If it’s a secret entrance then how would we possibly know they’re here? Besides, you still have a better shot at walking onto Flight of Passage with no line than running into Chris Hemsworth here.”

“Jason Momoa would be fine.” She eyed the surrounding crowd in front of the majestic Cinderella castle as though expecting to immediately spot the tall actor. Reaching up to adjust the Jack Skellington Mickey ears on their head, they whined, “These damn things are always so painfully tight. I don’t know why Disney can’t just make them looser instead of my head being squeezed to death.” She pulled them off and massaged the area where the ears were on.

You reached up to make sure your own Captain America shield ears were still in place.You were determined to get a photo with Baby Groot and Star-lord when you park hopped over to Hollywood Studios later in the day. Cap was your favorite, but they were the only Marvel characters currently in the parks, and you’d heard they were a really great meet.

“They probably do it so you can wear them on rides without worrying about them flying off,” you said dodging out of the way of another triple seat stroller barreling towards the entrance to Fantasyland and Seven Dwarves Mine Train, not caring which ankles they took out along the way.  

“You wanna hit up Space Mountain or Haunted Mansion before the crowds start picking up?” Despite wearing your sunglasses, you shielded your eyes from the blinding Florida sun to gaze to the right of the plaza as though you could see how long the wait time was from here.

“Space. I didn’t get to ride it on our last trip because it was shut down.” You turned in the direction of Tomorrowland and took off.

“The infamous purple wall,” you pointed out excitedly, passing the pastel purple instaphoto spot. “I’m going to be as Disney basic as possible later.”

You both gazed in awe of the future looking land as you made your way towards the ride. Even though you’d arrived at Magic Kingdom for rope drop the wait time was already at 30 minutes, but knew it would probably be the shortest wait for the day. You passed under the large arch into the silver and blue entrance.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love me some Space Mountain, but how incredible would it be if they would turn this into a Marvel Avengers ride through space or something,” You gushed sliding your shades off and placing them in the cross body purse you wore.

“And Cap would call you ma’am?” she snickered.

“I mean I’m not opposed to that plot point. But seriously though, you could get put in the Iron Man suit or pick your favorite Avenger and either gain their powers or work with them and fly around New York and have the Avengers talk you through a mission. It would be an immersive type ride experience.”

“You could even punch Loki at Stark tower.”

“Or give him a much needed hug!” You countered, feigning offense. “But, a Marvel land would be a kick ass expansion.”

“You just want to save the world with 4D Chris Evans,” she laughed, knowing you all to well.

You continued winding your way through the long line. Hopefully, 30 minutes actually meant a 10 minute walk to the loading stations, but either way you were willing to wait. Space Mountain was one of your favorites. “I’m excited for the new Tron roller coaster they’re building though,” you noted.

“Yes!” She all but moaned. “The concept art looks insane!”

“So does that new outer space restaurant over in Epcot,” a male voice behind you added.

It wasn’t unusual for people in long lines at Disney to form a sort of temporary solidarity with those around them while waiting, which is why you weren’t that put off by his eavesdropping on your conversation. It was something you enjoyed about the parks. Meeting people from so many different walks of life.

You deepened your voice and spoke like an announcer, “Space…the final frontier.”

“Traitor,” Y/F/N shouted thrusting a fist into the air, “Star Wars or bust!” You heard the guy laugh at your banter as you finally rounded the final corner and reached the end of the line.

You turned around, wanting to mention the new Star Wars hotel, but the words became lodged in your throat as you took in the chiseled jaw and piercing blue eyes, hidden under a Nasa baseball cap, of the man behind you. You heard Y/F/N gasp in recognition next to you.

Chris freaking Evans was your mystery eavesdropper.

“I like your ears,” he commented, with a knowing smirk. You immediately felt the heat rise up your neck in embarrassment not only because of the ears, but he’d clearly heard your previous fangirl conversation. Oh God, he also heard Y/F/N’s 4D comment. No! Of all the ways you’ve imagined running into a celebrity, particularly this celebrity, this was not one.

He’s just a person. A very famous and funny and breathtaking beautiful person, but still a person.

What a person…

Dear lord, get a grip! You chided yourself. “I thought you have a secret passage?” You blurted out suddenly. And here you thought you couldn’t be any more embarrassing. Apparently your mouth was on a mission separate from your brain.

“Sure do,” His eyes sparkled playfully as he held back a laugh, “it’s goes right past Walt’s frozen head.”

“I knew it,” Y/F/N whispered reverently.

He couldn’t keep his laughter in check anymore and as he braced himself on your shoulder, he doubled over doing that laugh that only he has. The one that is so distinctly Chris Evans that fans have made thousands of memes and gifs of. The one where he has to physically touch someone because he wants them to share in the humor as though it’s the funniest joke in the world.

Although you were intensely aware of his hand touching a part of your body, you couldn’t help but join in, because his laugh was infectious. You wanted to make him laugh again and again because it was one of the best sounds you’d ever heard. It made him and this situation seem more real somehow? Like you could actually exist at the same time and in the same place as this man.

“Y’all are so mean to get my hopes up like that,” Y/F/N pouted before chuckling, too.

“Seriously though, don’t you have unlimited ‘skip the line’ access for being, well…you?” You met his bashful smile as he shrugged, suddenly really shy.

“I mean, yes, but I, uh…I kind of like to play the games in this line,” he rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled embarrassed. “Not very cool, right?”

“Are you kidding? I am a hardcore, Space Mountain pre-ride gamer who takes no prisoners,” You said fiercely, lightly punching his shoulder. “Prepare to get your ass throughly kicked Evans.”

He grinned wolfishly, “Oh, you’re so on.”

The heads in front of you slowly moved as the line pushed forward a few inches every few seconds. The three of you moved forward as one. It seems Chris Evans had officially joined your group.

“So, obviously you two know who I am, but what are your names?” He pulled his hat down lower acutely aware that he could be recognized by more people.

“I’m Y/N, and this is Y/F/N,” you nodded your head in her direction and she threw up a peace sign, making him smile. “What are you doing here on your own? Isn’t that a bit dangerous?”

He rolled his eyes annoyed. “Technically I’m here with my family, but they’ve all ditched me to go ride It’s a Small World.” 

“It isn’t that bad,” Y/F/N shrugged, at the same time you shuddered.

“Small World before 9 am should be illegal.”

“Thank you!” his eyes widened in relief. He swept you into an over-exaggerated dramatic hug like an excited puppy, “Finally someone understands!” He pulled back grinning and leaned down so that you were eye level.

The part of your mind that had left your body the moment he hugged you noted that when it came to Chris, the old saying that boys were unfairly blessed with incredible lashes was true. The rest of you down on earth froze as you could suddenly count every single one of those eyelashes framing his wickedly gorgeous blue eyes. He was in your personal space and you didn’t know what to do with yourself. He was just so close.

“We have to stick together, or they’ll get us with their singing dolls before breakfast,” he whispered conspiratorially with those damn kissable lips inches from your own. Your eyes were drawn down to them briefly before flicking back up to meet that hypnotizing gaze again. Being pierced by them in person was a lot more shiver inducing than through a screen. Something shifted and you realized he’d caught you staring at his mouth. The urge to pull him closer and give him a reason to have that stupid smug look on his face was overwhelming.

The line began to move again, and the moment passed. He dropped his hands from your shoulders and straightened as you all shuffled forward a few more inches. It certainly felt like you’d been in this line longer than 30 minutes already, but it could’ve been you secretly hoped the wait time would increase.

You knew eventually you would reach the loading station and your time with Chris would be up and you weren’t quite ready for this crazy experience to end yet, or ever…definitely the denial taking over.

“Honestly, you two are the worst drama queens ever,” Y/F/N huffed, annoyed at the unspoken connection Chris and you seemed to form. You caught him grinning in your direction and quickly dropped your gaze to your feet trying to hide an embarrassed smile. He bumped your shoulder affectionately before chuckling and leaning back with both arms on the railing behind you.

“So, what do you two like to do while waiting in long lines?” He asked curiously.

Before you had time to second guess yourself, you leaned back against the railing so that your back was pressed against his arm and met his gaze challengingly. He quirked an eyebrow appreciatively at the bold move and slouched down a bit so that you were effectively tucked into his side. You couldn’t help the self satisfied smile that spread across your face.

“Well, it depends. Sometimes we’ll catch up with family and friends back home if it’s later into a trip…” 

“Do you have, uh, someone in particular to catch up with back home,” he asked guardedly. He pulled and adjusted his hat and you realized this was a nervous habit of his.

“No…”

“Good.” You heard him whisper huskily to himself.

You felt your heart rate pick up and your skin start to buzz at the way he said the single word.

He had to be seeing someone. Probably someone much more gorgeous and interesting than someone like me, you thought to yourself. I mean he was Chris Evans. Hollywood A-lister and you were letting your feelings for him as an actor get mixed up with the reality that someone like him would ever date someone like you. Right?

“You?” You asked quietly.

He slowly shook his head, ‘no.’

You swallowed and tried to keep your voice level as you replied, “Good.”

The flash of a smug smile graced his features as he looked down suddenly extremely interested in his shoes.

“We also like to play ‘Head’s Up’ to kill time,” Y/F/N volunteered. She was watching in amusement as the two of you fumbled over yourselves.

“I love that game!” Chris exclaimed excitedly. “My family likes to play it during the holidays. Do you have it on your phone?”

“Yes!” You could literally see her bouncing in place in excitement at the thought of playing your favorite theme park game with the Captain America.

She pulled out her iPhone and got the app ready. “We usually play the Disney edition or the Mar…” she paused and glanced up with a giggle.

His eyes scrunched up as he beamed, “Oh, fuck yes. Let’s go Marvel.” She laughed and started flipping through to find the right category.

“I want to guess first!” You rushed over excitedly as Y/F/N handed the phone over and you swapped places. You loved to see how many Marvel characters you could guess and this way you’d have an excuse to look at Chris without it being weird.

As the timer ticked down from where you held the phone on your forehead, he rubbed his hands together in anticipation and winked flirtatiously, “Ready for this babe?”

“Bring it capsicle,” you said with a fervent grin.

“Oh!” Chris shouted excitedly. “It’s uh, fuck!” He scrunched his eyes and made that fanning hand motion trying to think of words to describe the character as he looked to Y/F/N for help.

“Um he’s the one who does the-“ she did a swatting motion with her hand and made pew pew noises.

“Guys, really?” You laughed. “Is it Iron Man?”

“No!” Chris said snapping his fingers. “It’s the one that rides the motorcycle and flame!” He made a whoosh sound at the end of his sentence.

“Ghost Rider!” You shouted excitedly. They cheered and signaled to hurry as you quickly tilted the phone up to the next character.

“Um, ok this one’s in X-Men,” Y/F/N began before pausing, “Can we say what movie they’re in?”

 “I think so as long as it isn’t the name of the character, too. Like Thor,” you hurriedly answered. “Is it Wolverine?”

“No, the red head.”

“Jean Grey!”

 “No her alter ego,” Chris said stretching and reaching forward as though he could draw the answer from your thoughts.

“Phoenix!” You tilted the phone.

“Woo, we’re on a roll,” He gave a big grin as he read the next name, “Fuck, um, Seb!” He waved his hand trying to make his mouth catch up with his thoughts.

“Sebastian’s character! The sad one!”

“Bucky!”

“Yes!”

“The sad one?” You laughed.

“It’s the truth,” he grinned.

After Bucky the characters seemed to be mainly ones who appeared in the movies and Chris quickly figured out the best way to have you know the characters was to simply shout the actors names as you continuously moved another few feet forward in line. Y/F/N would sometimes shout the actor at the same time as Chris, which would cost all of you seconds from laughing.

“Mackie!” He yelled laughing at you as you almost dropped the phone in haste as you shouted back, “Falcon.”

“Downey!”

“Iron Man!” Phone tilt. 

“Crap he’s the big bad,” Chris was breathing hard with adrenaline as the timer started ticking down. He held his head in frustration as he tried to think of who the actor was.

“PURPLE THUMB!” Y/F/N screamed excitedly.

“Thanos!” And that was the final phone tilt as the game ended. The older couple in front of you had been watching in amusement since the game started and they now joined in on celebrating the fun before turning back around.

Chris wiped tears from his eyes. His whole body shook from laughter. “Purple thumb? Really? I can’t believe that’s what made you think Thanos. That’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever heard.”

“It’s true though,” you said, playfully nudging him in the side. “Ok, Y/F/N’s turn.” You handed her the phone and as she quickly walked over to take your position.

You wiped the tears from your own eyes and fanned yourself to cool off.

“Here,” Chris breathed, goofily speed fanning you with his hands before you did the same to him. You giggled as the timer started.

“Uh…Chadwick and Wakanda and…” you shouted trying to remember more Black Panther things. The thing about Head’s Up was that in the heat of the game it was like your mind would draw a blank even though you knew the topic, no matter which one it was.

“T’challa!” Y/F/N shouted excitedly tilting the phone.

“Elizabeth,” Chris said.

 “Uh…” Y/F/N looked lost. “Who?”

“Crap, the red lady wizard…the one with the magic and leather coat,” you rambled off.

“Scarlett Witch!” Phone tilt.

Chris clapped his hands. “Oh, uh, Margot Robbie played her in the Suicide Squad movie.”

“Harley Quinn?” Y/F/N questioned confused.

“Yes!” He said frantically.  “What is Harley doing in a Marvel game?” You chuckled.

“Focus babe,” Chris hip bumped you with a wink. You felt your skin light up at the contact and his nickname. You liked it more than you cared to admit.

With a glance at the screen as the next character flashed, the words, “My favorite character!” were out of your mouth before you realized it.

“Loki!”  

“I’m wounded,” Chris clasped his heart in mock hurt and wiped a pretend tear from his eye. “And here I thought you were a good girl with a thing for the golden boys.”

“I have an inner bad girl Evans,” you whispered brazenly. “You just haven’t seen it yet.”

You saw his sharp intake of breath and the way his pupils dilated at the words, and chuckled darkly at the effect you had on him. You heard him mutter “fuck me” under his breath as you returned to the game.

The timer showed 5 seconds left as you quickly shouted, “Fast metal!” at the same time Chris yelled “Aaron!”

Y/F/N was laughing so hard she didn’t guess before the game ended. “What the hell was that last one?”

“Quicksilver,” you giggled.

“How many?” you all turned to the cast member to see you had finally made your way to the front of the line. It was almost time to board.

“Oh,” Chris said sadly. Your heart clenched. No, you weren’t ready for this moment to end yet! You didn’t even get to really talk with him… it can’t be over yet.

For the first time in your travel history, you wanted to have to wait longer for something.

 “I kind of wish the ride would break down so that we could talk more,” he murmured longingly and echoing your thoughts as you followed behind Y/F/N to the final line.

You peered up into those striking blue eyes and saw your own feelings reflected in his. You smiled wistfully, “Me too.”

“Hey can I sign your ears before we get on the ride?” he asked quickly.

“Oh, uh, you don’t have to do that. It was just really nice to meet you and have this memory,” you said sincerely. You were slightly confused. You had honestly forgot to even ask for a signature or photo by this point and didn’t want him to think you only cared about “Chris Evans the Actor” and not “Chris” the sweet line guy

“Please? I’d really like to leave you a note so you can remember today,” he said with an earnest smile.

“Sure, I guess…” You mumbled humbly. “Although I doubt I’ll forget it.” You slid those Captain America ears, that had brought you so much luck, off your head and dug around in your bag for the permanent marker you had for meeting characters. You handed both over. “I need to save them up before the ride anyway.” He started scribbling on the back sides of the ears where it was mainly just red and blue fabric.

“Do you guys want to do silly faces for the picture?” Y/F/N asked softly, sensing your sadness. She met your eyes and squeezed your hand as a comforting gesture. You knew she was trying to cheer you up.

Everyone made their way towards the three seated car and you felt the zipper on your bag open. You looked over your shoulder to see Chris slide the ears inside.

“Sorry, just wanted to make sure those beauties were secure.” He gave that bashful smile that you were starting to expect from him and pressed his hand onto the small of your back as he led you forward and into the car.

“Yeah, funny faces would be cool,” Chris grinned as everyone clambered in. “But nobody tell the other what they’re doing and we’ll all be surprised.”

Y/F/N got the front seat, you got the middle and Chris got in the back. You heard a groan and stretched your head as much as you could to see his long legs scrunched up in the small confined area and giggled at his predicament at being so damn tall. He playfully stuck his tongue out as the ride moved forward and you sat back in your seat.

The car moved into the dark expanse of “space” and prepared for the start. As the ride took off, you got into your pose for the photo as the flash went off and then held on for your life. Space Mountain was equal parts terrifying and exhilarating since it was an indoor dark roller coaster that always made you feel like you were going to fly out of the seat. But, that was what made it fun. You screamed and laughed as you went around turn after turn and you could heard Chris’ whoops of glee behind you.

And just as quickly as it started, the ride was over.

You were all breathing hard and buzzing on adrenaline as Chris quickly got out and extended a hand first to you and then to Y/F/N to help get out of the low seats. You couldn’t wipe the smiles off of your faces as you made your way to the photo section to see how the picture turned out.

Upon viewing it, the only thing you could do was hide behind your hands in embarrassment. Chris laughed and pulled you into his side as everyone stared at the pic.

Y/F/N had done a duck face with crossed eyes, you had both hands up in the rock and roll sign with your tongue sticking out and Chris blew the camera an exaggerated, scrunched up nosed kissy face with his hand under his chin.

“I look absolutely crazy,” Y/F/N barked out holding her side in laughter.   

“You? I look like I’m possessed.” You pointed to your face again.

“That is my favorite Space Mountain photo of all time,” Chris said eagerly tapping his magic band to the Mickey eared device on the wall. Y/F/N and you did the same.

“I’m going check out the gift shop,” Y/F/N suddenly said with a mischievous wink in your direction.

“I really think I’m going to print this and hang it in my house,” Chris said glancing up at the photo again.

 “Don’t you dare!” You chided with a scared laugh. “I can’t have your people thinking I’m a psycho.”

“Oh yeah definitely a psycho,” he glanced out the corner of his eyes to see your narrowed glare, before pulling you closer and kissing the top of your head. “But a cute psycho.”

The two of you stepped away from the wall of TV’s as the next round of people started swarming around. He pulled his hat down lower and grabbed your hand and you followed him into a quiet corner of the store.  

“Thank you for that. It was honestly one of the best times I’ve ever had waiting for a ride,” he said tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ears. You felt your heart stutter at his close proximity and tried to control your breathing. He moved his hand to cup your cheek as he ran his thumb over your bottom lip. That dark look was back in his eyes. “I should meet back up with my family. They’re probably waiting for me.”

“It was really nice meeting you,” You whispered, not wanting him to leave. You knew that your Disney magic was about to run out.

He smiled shyly, and leaned down to press a chaste kiss on your lips and you felt your heart swell. And then, he was leaning back and you knew that time was up.

 He ran his index finger once more down your chin, “I’ll see you around Y/N.”

He dropped his hand and took a step towards the sliding doors of the store shoving his hands in his pockets as he glanced back over his shoulder. You dazedly waved a hand in farewell and he beamed. His eyes shot open in remembrance, “Oh! Don’t forget to put your ears back on!” And with a final wink and a wave he was swallowed by the crowd.

Y/F/N suddenly appeared by your side with a broad grin. “Chris freaking Evans just kissed you!”

“I don’t even know what just happened,” you let out a breathy laugh as you made your way out into the Florida sunshine.

“So, where to next? Although I don’t think anything will top that on this trip.”

You reached for your bag to see what Chris had written on the ears. And as you pulled it out and read the writing, you gasped. He’d created his own Head’s Up category.

On the left ear was a scribbled phone number and on the right ear was

Chris Evans. The one who likes you.

It seems the Disney magic was just beginning…

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