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Cowboys Don’t Cry

Part 2: Party Crasher

Chapter Summary: When Chris shows up in the least expected place, he sure does make a scene, you return the favor by telling him exactly what you think of him. You end up in a bar. (sorry I suck at summaries)

Series Summary: Chris loved you, he really did, he just… made a lot of mistakes in the past. And now, years later, he wants you back, but he may be too late.

Pairing: Cowboy!Chris Evans x Reader, Cowboy!Sebastian Stan x Reader! Platonic, Nathan (OC) x Reader

Prompts: I lost you once, and it nearly killed me. I couldn’t bear losing you again. (will be in bold)

Warnings: ANGST, a lot of cursing because this is really emotional, Chris getting smacked (again) mentions of past drinking, A LOT of alcohol consumption and getting drunk. (drink responsibly y’all)

Word Count: 2494

Note: It’s fan-fiction folks, please don’t @ me for it! I hope y’all like it!

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This. This was the day you had been anticipating. Waiting on for years… one of the biggest days of your life, finally here- and it had just been demolished. Demolished by him, the moment that he stood up and said those 2 little words; ‘I object’. That was all it took for the past 5 years that you had spent rebuilding your life out of the rubble he created, to come crashing down around you.

You had been standing on the altar in your wedding dress, shasta daisies delicately weaved into your hair, your face glowing, your hands linked with your soon-to-be-husbands… when he appeared from seemingly nowhere.

You hadn’t expected anyone to object to your marriage, as that never happened- at least until now, and you sure as hell hadn’t expected it to be him. The one person you thought you would never see again. But there he was. Looking at you in such a way that it sent bolts of opposing forces through you; long lost love, resurfacing… and rage; rage that he dared to come here after so many years.

All of your friends and family looked completely horrified at the event, their eyes wide, shocked that someone dared to object, and even more so as it was him. And you, well you were beyond pissed off.

Feeling as if someone punched you in the stomach, you choke out, “I can’t do this, I’m sorry.” To your fiancé, Nathan. Before anyone can say anything, you rush out the chapel doors and into the reception garden, not caring what anyone thought about the fact you had more or less just ended things with your fiancé. Hot tears stream down your face, ruining your perfectly placed makeup. Just like everything else; ruined.

Hearing footsteps behind you, you turn around, dreading who might be there, expecting to find Nathan.

“Oh, thank god, It’s just you.” You breathe a relieved sigh when you see your best friend Sebastian walking towards you.

“Yeah, just me. Here,” he says, handing you a tissue. “I had these in case I started crying but… I think you need them more than I do.”

Laughing dryly, you take them from him and wipe at your eyes, not doing any good against the onslaught of tears. “What the hell is he doing here, Sebastian?”

Sticking his hands in his blue jeans, he looks at the ground, suddenly finding his boots extremely interesting. “I uh, may have accidentally mentioned it when he called me last night. He drove all the way from Jacksonville…” He mutters guiltily.

“Oh my god, Sebastian! Tell me you didn’t! he is the last person I wanted here! I wanted my mother here more than him and she hates Nathan!” you shout. Burying your hands into your previously perfect, intricately braided hair, you throw your head back and whisper why me to no one in particular.

At that moment Chris and Nathan barrel out of the church doors, glaring at each other. Staring at you as they draw near, they forget about each other and open their mouths to speak.

“No! Don’t say one word. Don’t either of you say a damn thing right now.” You growl, taking a step back and glaring at them.

Putting a hand on Nathan’s shoulder, Sebastian speaks in a low voice. “Maybe you shouldn’t be here right now man.”

Sputtering defiantly, Nathan looks between Sebastian and you incredulously. “What? No, I’m her fiancé! I’m not going anywhere.”

Groaning, you turn away from them all to think for a moment, deciding to focus on the gorgeous pink roses and lilies that are scattered on the tables and throughout the garden while trying to compose yourself. Taking several deep breaths, you steady yourself against the nearby gazebo pole before turning back around and murmuring, “Nathan, maybe you should go…”

Nathan opens and closes his mouth several times, at a loss for words before turning and storming towards the outdoor bar, Sebastian on his heels. Damn it, Sebastian! Sure, leave the two of us here, alone, not like I want to kill him right now or anything.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, I-” Chris starts.

Before he can finish you smack him, your rage rushing to the surface once more. “No.” You spit out ferally. “Don’t talk to me you bastard. You don’t get to show up at my wedding after five years of no phone calls, no voicemails, not even a damn text! Then object to my marriage, and then say you’re sorry like that fucking fixes everything!” You yell.

He puts a hand to his face, shocked that you hit him, even though he knows it was more than well deserved.

“Please, just let me explain- “

“Shut the hell up, Christopher! I swear to God that if you say one more word, I will do something that you will regret forever! Understand? I don’t want to hear it right now. I don’t want to hear your pathetic excuse for destroying my wedding day! And I hope your satisfied with yourself now that you ruined my happiness for the second time! And I hope you burn in he- “

Before you can finish, Chris grabs your waist and kisses you fervently, letting go when you push against his chest. “What the hell was that?” you implore, still immensely angry but somewhat relishing the feeling of his lips on yours. Somewhat.

“It was the only thing I could think of to shut you up… I need to tell you something.”

“What?” you ask, breathless and still raging.

“I still love you,” He murmurs, his hands still gripping your hips as if he would never let go.

Scoffing, you stare into his ocean eyes, conflicted emotions racing through you faster than you can comprehend them. You want to hate him, but you can’t.

“I never stopped loving you… it was always you. I just didn’t realize it until you were gone. Please Y/N, I am begging you, please don’t marry him. I lost you once, and it nearly killed me. I couldn’t bear losing you again.”

Just comprehending that you had kissed your ex, you push away from him. “But why now?!” you cry out incredulously. “I was going to be married… I was finally going to have my happily ever after! And you just ruined everything…” you whisper, looking away from him.

Grabbing your hand, he runs his thumb over the back of it absentmindedly. It makes you want to pull away, but you don’t. “Y/N, I know I messed up, it was the royal mess up of mess-ups… and I am so so so sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking. I was a selfish ass and I drove away the most important person in my life… And I have regretted it every day since. You have no idea how many nights I spent trying to numb the pain at a bar. I considered it a good day if I made it through without crying. Hell, I still can’t hear that song without breaking down and pulling over…” He trails off and stares at you for a moment, thinking even like this; hair wild, eyes slightly red, makeup a mess and tear tracks on your cheeks, you are the still most beautiful woman he has ever seen.

“What about me?” you murmur sadly, “What about all the nights I spent crying into my pillow, huh? What about MY heartbreak? Do you have any idea how long it took me to get over you?” You pause, taking a shaky breath before continuing. “And just when I thought I finally was, here you are in your damn jean jacket with your stupidly perfect jawline and hair, telling me how hard it was for you!” You yell, breaking away from him and grabbing a plate from a nearby table, smashing it against the chair, tears of anger making their way down your face once more. “Fuck… I can’t do this; I can’t be here now- not with you.” You ramble, rushing past him to the parking lot, climbing into your truck and leaving him in a cloud of dust. Again.

Leaving him with an ocean of emotions swirling around; guilt, despair, worry and no small amount of confusion, all mixed together in a heart-wrenching amount of love. Stumbling blindly towards his truck, he climbs in and slams the door, losing the battle against the tears as they stream down his face.

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A few hours later, Chris wanders into a bar, fittingly called The Rodeo Bar. Barstools well used, lighting low, a gentle-looking barkeep and a few patrons scattered here and there, either dancing with their partner to a country song playing through the speakers or drinking merrily… or trying to drown memories. He knew what the latter felt like.

“How did you know I’d be here?” You mumble into your glass when Chris slides onto the wooden stool next to you.

“You always went to Bad Habits when you were feeling down, and I figured this joint was the closest thing to it… Also, Seb said you might end up here,” He says while you scoff and order another round. “So um, where’s Nathan?” He presses.

“Oh, he um- he isn’t coming back, ever…” you mumble, staring into your new drink.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” He murmurs, not sounding sorry in the least bit, despite his efforts.

Chuckling dryly, you take a gulp of your jungle juice. “You always were a terrible liar, Chris.” Turning to face him in your slightly inebriated state, you ask, “What are you doing here?”

“I came to get a drink,” He says, doing just that and ordering a scotch.

Chuckling again you turn back to the bar and polish off your drink, ordering another, not caring that this is your fourth in the past 20 minutes- Or maybe it was your fifth? You couldn’t remember.

“Okay… now what are you really doing here?”

“I just told you.”

Rolling your eyes and scoffing you turn towards him again. “Don’t give me that bullshit Christopher. I know you better than that.”

As if suddenly finding his drink very interesting, he fiddles with the glass while staring at it and whispering, “I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Throwing your head back you laugh humorlessly. “Oh, I’m fantastic! Let me tell you how my life’s been lately- I had my ex cheat on me a week before our anniversary, show up and crash my damn wedding after 5 years, then my fiancé left me, my parents might disown me… I should be on my honeymoon in London or at least someplace romantic! And now I’m sitting in an old bar in the middle of Montana drinking with my ex! But besides all of that, I’m wonderful, thanks for asking!” You half yell, words dripping venom and sarcasm.

“Y/N, I- “

“Oh, just shut the hell up and drink, Chris, I don’t want to hear it.”

After several more drinks, you were definitely gone, slurring your words and feeling dizzy but not wanting to call it a night. “I think you’ve had enough now…” Chris says gently, setting your drink away from you while you whine in protest. “Mm no- give me my drink back.” You pout. “Pleaseee Chris! Just a little more s’all I want.”

“No, you’ve had more than enough now.”

“You aren’t my boss Christoph- “ You cut off when Wildfire And Whiskey comes through the speakers above you. Your face lights up and you move towards the open dance floor, dragging Chris behind you. “C’mon, dance with me!” You laugh, extremely drunk. Swaying your hips sensually to the music you ignore Chris as he folds his arms over his chest, giving you ‘the eyebrows of disappointment’ as you call them. Not that you care.

“Okay that’s it, I’m taking you home, let’s go,” He says when you start dancing with a stranger, practically dragging you out the door and putting you into his truck.

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Opening the passenger door, Chris shakes your shoulder gently and whispers, “Y/N, wake up, your home.”

“Oh, heyy baby,” you whisper, beyond intoxicated.

Groaning, Chris runs a hand over his face in exasperation. “God, you’re so drunk, C’mon, let’s go to bed.” He huffs, lifting you out of his truck, bridal style. “Oh, we’re going to bed?” you sigh sleepily, wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your head on his shoulder. “I hope you brought other clothes then,” you giggle.

Chris chuckles at your drunken state, sending deep vibrations through his chest. “Not me Y/N, just you.” He tells you, opening the front door with the key Sebastian lent him.

“Are you sureee?” You slur out, looking up at him through hooded eyes while he carries you up the stairs to your bedroom.

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

Laying you down on your bed, Chris moves to your dresser, rummaging through it until he finds an oversized, black t-shirt. Moving back to you, he starts to slip your dress over your head, stopping and grabbing your wrists when you grab at the hem of his shirt in an attempt to rid him of it. “No, Y/N.”

“Why not?” you pout, looking up at him in a daze.

“Not while you’re like this, okay? Get some sleep.”

“While I’m like what?” You question, attempting to sit up but falling backward again.

“Drunk,” He says, barely containing a chuckle. Successfully changing you into the t-shirt he tucks you under the royal blue sheets. Pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead he turns to leave, stopping and leaning on the doorframe when he hears you murmur his name. “Mm, I love you,” you mutter, your eyes drooping closed, your hair splayed wildly about your head on the pillow.

“I love you too…” He whispers, but you’re already asleep. Chris leaves as the sweetest pain washes over him, knowing he can’t trust what you said while you’re like this, but desperately wishing he could.

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