Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Prompt: "Look, I only came here for the Christmas cookies."

You sat in your car outside the house for a few minutes, trying to find the will to go inside. The last thing you wanted to do tonight was go to a holiday party filled with people from your hometown, but Chris insisted you come with him. Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you quickly pulled it out to see a text from Chris.

Chris

I can see your car outside.

Get in here or I will pull you out of the car don't try me.

Y/N

God you are the worst.

You sighed heavily and finally got out of the car, carefully making your way up the driveway in the snow to make it to the front door. Before you could even knock Chris was standing in the doorway beaming.

"Y/N, you are the most stubborn person I've ever met, but I'm really glad to see you." He pulled you inside and shut the door behind you.

"Look, I only came here for the Christmas cookies." You shrugged off your coat and let him hang it up for you in the coat closet. "The fact that I let you convince me to do this is a testament to your skills of persuasion."

"I know our hometown friends aren't exactly your favorite people, but we can spend tonight making fun of all the people who were really shitty in high school and are now horrifically boring."

"With that I guess I'm not only here for the cookies." You joked.

Chris laughed and wrapped an arm around you and lead you into the kitchen. "Let's get you something to drink because I think you're going to need it."

The second you got to the kitchen you were bombarded by hellos and questions about how you've been doing since you moved and a million other questions that you had absolutely zero desire to answer but had to be nice. Chris discreetly handed you a beer as you started talking to Kelly, the girl who hated you for two years because you beat her out for the lead part in the fall play sophomore year. "Yeah, I really love New York it's a fantastic city." You smiled at her. "How about you, what have you been doing?" You asked politely with no actually interest in what her answer was going to be.

"Well, George and I got married earlier this year so that's been the most exciting thing ever." She beamed at you. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Chris mouth 'Not surprised', and you tried not to laugh as she kept talking. "Not nearly as exciting as being a writer in New York though I bet." She said with the tiniest edge of sarcasm in her voice.

"Well, you know, everyone's got something don't they. It's been great talking to you Kelly but I think we've got to make some rounds and say hi." You quickly excused yourself and grabbed Chris' arm and pulled him with you into a corner of the living room. The fake smile you had plastered on your face quickly melted off. "I've been here all of fifteen minutes and it is already insufferable." You took a long sip of your beer and looked at all the people sitting in the living room. "I don't even see any cookies here."

"Wait here, I will be right back." He walked back into the kitchen and left you leaning on the back windows by yourself, observing the people you went high school with as they steadily got drunker and devolved into their high-school selves. "Voila!" Chris exclaimed as he walked back over to you, an entire tray of decorated cookies in hand. "I promised cookies and now I have delivered."

"Oh thank god." You took a cookie off the tray and bit into it immediately. "That's a damn good cookie." You said as you chewed.

"Well thank you, I made these myself." He said with a smile on his face.

"You are such a liar I saw these exact cookies at the grocery store the other day."

"Okay, maybe I didn't make them, but I did buy them so that counts for something."

You chuckled at him and continued eating your cookie. "How come we never got invited to parties like this in high school? I mean, we weren't that weird, were we?" You asked.

"We definitely weren't weirder than any of the other theater kids, but I'm pretty sure Kelly had you on the party blacklist after the Midsummer Night's Dream debacle. And since I was your best friend they stuck me on there too."

"I fucking knew it." You laughed. "She never could have pulled off Hermia though, let's be honest."

"Being Hermia was probably your finest hour of high school theater. Perfect performance, if you ask me."

"I can't believe her and George are still together. How on Earth did that happen?"

"I know, it makes literally no sense." Chris said. "I swear I heard he cheated on her when they were in college with some girl he met when he went abroad for a semester."

You laughed. "I would not put it past him, I mean look at him now." George sat perched on the arm of the sofa talking very animatedly with a girl who was definitely not Kelly. "What a prick."

Chris looked at his watch for a second, sighed, and turned to you. "I think we've been here long enough, shall we go for an Irish exit?"

"I would love nothing more." You agreed excitedly and quickly finished your beer before following him out to the front hall. You both pulled on your coats as you walked out the door. "Shit." You said, stopping on the driveway. "I should have grabbed another cookie."

Chris stopped for a second and looked down the street, thinking. "Toss me your keys, I have an idea."

"You want to drive my car?" You asked skeptically.

"Oh come on. I'm a much better driver than I was in high school." You hesitated still before finally tossing him the keys. "Thank god, it's fucking cold out here." He ran over to the car and threw himself into the driver's seat."

"So where exactly are we headed?" You asked as he started the car and pulled back on to the street.

"It's a surprise. Trust me you'll love it." The two of you drove for a few minutes in a comfortable silence while cheesy Christmas songs played on the radio. Before too long, Chris pulled into the parking lot of the old diner in town and turned off the car. "Well, surprise!"

"Shit, I haven't been to Jack's in ages. I don't even remember the last time I was here."

He got out of the car and gestured for you to do the same. "Let's go, I'm starving."

You walked inside the building and the warm air and smell of coffee greeted you. "Go ahead and take a seat anywhere, we'll be over to help you in a second." The woman behind the counter told the two of you. You both smiled and made your way to a booth. There were only a few other people there so it was pretty quiet and you managed to snag the booth you used to always sit at.

"I don't even have to look at a menu, I know exactly what I am getting." You said as you slid into the booth opposite Chris.

He grinned. "I knew you would love this. You can never beat a late night trip to Jack's"

"God, we used to do this all the time. No wonder my acne was so bad, Jesus." You joked and the two of you laughed.

"We were definitely here way too often. That's probably why everyone thought we were weird. They were out getting drunk in someone's unfinished basement and we were here trying to see who could drink a milkshake the fastest."

"And I beat you every time." You said proudly.

"I was just very sensitive to cold, it's not my fault." He responded, trying to defend himself. 

"Excuses, excuses." He tried to continue his defense but the woman behind the counter had made her way over to take your order.

She set down two glasses of water on the table before pulling out a little notepad from her apron. "What can I get started for you two tonight?" Her thick Boston accent made you feel even more at home in the diner.

"I will have the classic grilled cheese and tomato soup please."

She turned to Chris. "And for you?"

His eyes lingered on the menu for a moment before he looked back at the waitress. "I will have the cheeseburger and fries and we will split a chocolate milkshake." He looked at you and smiled as she wrote down the order.

"I'll be right back with all that. Anything else I can get for you besides water?"

"No I think we're all set," you replied. "Thank you."

"I think we've talked enough about the past tonight, it's time to move on to the present." Chris said, holding his glass of water between is hands as he leaned into the table. "How's New York been lately?"

You sighed and played with your straw. "I mean, don't get me wrong I absolutely love the city, but sometimes it can be a lot."

He nodded along with you. "I totally get it. Work has been okay though, right?" He continued. You chewed on your lip a little and stared into your glass of water. "I take that as a no." He added and leaned back into the booth.

You stared up at him. "No, it's definitely not given that I no longer have a job."

"Shit, Y/N. I'm so sorry."

You tried to shrug it off. "It'll be okay. I'll figure something out soon."

"That's why you didn't want to come to the party, wasn't it?"

"And he puts the pieces of the puzzle together." You lifted your glass to him in mock cheers. "I wasn't exactly chomping at the bit to tell people here that I was now officially unemployed."

"Right before Christmas too. Fucking rough."

"Well, we always knew my boss was a dick and now we have the ultimate proof." You joked.

"If he didn't live in an apartment in New York I would say we should egg his house."

"Damn, that would've been amazing." You both laughed.

"Well, let's toast," he said, gesturing for you to lift your glass with him, "to things being even marginally less shitty next year." You clinked your glasses together and took a sip of your water.

"That is definitely something I can drink to."