Chris Evans Imagines

My Bloody Valentine

Boston was freezing and the temperature was dropping by the hour. The weatherman had said another snow storm would hit tomorrow, on Valentine's Day. Recommending everyone to stay home as the roads would be terrible. Y/N's boss had released everyone to go home early and work from home the next few days. Y/N waited no time to rush out of the office and go back home to her favorites, Chris and Dodger.

However, all day, Y/N had this horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach. She didn't know what it meant, but it drove her crazy. Her mind kept running with a bunch of horrible scenarios and imaging the worse. So, it's not surprising Y/N was absolutely horrified when she noticed the front door was opened. She noticed all the lights were off. After seeing more than enough horror films, she knew better than to walk in by herself.

She pulled out her phone and called Chris. The phone rang a couple of times before it went straight to voicemail. She tried again, only to have gotten Chris' voicemail again. Y/N tried her best not to panic as she knew he was working today. She called Scott, who answered immediately after the second ring.

"Hello to my favorite sister-in-law!"

"Scott, have you heard from Chris today?" Y/N immediately asked.

"Yeah, maybe about an hour ago?" He hummed trying to think back. "He called to invite me over to stay with y'all because of the snowstorm. He didn't want me to stay alone in my apartment as my boyfriend is still in LA. I hate that he can't get a flight out to LA because of the stupid weather, but how nice of Chris to invite me to stay with-"

"Scott!" Y/N interrupted. "He's not answering and the front door is open. I think someone broke in."

"Oh my, God!!!!" Scott shrieked, "Why didn't you say that in the first place? Don't go inside! I'm already on my way. I'll be there in less than 5 minutes! Don't go inside!" He repeated before he hung up the phone.

Y/N knew better as it was the first rule of every horror movie, don't go in the house by yourself. But, she had to find out if Chris was inside. What if he's hurt? And, he needs help? Y/N wasn't gonna stand outside when she could be saving the love of her life.

She quietly walked into the house. The house seemed more eerie than ever before. So empty and so cold. Dodger was nowhere to be seen. He didn't come strutting towards the door like he always does when Y/N comes home. Y/N bit her bottom lip, fighting the tears at the thought of Dodger running off or worse killed.

She slowly climbed up the stairs. The master bedroom was empty. So was the bathroom. Y/N carefully exited the bedroom and saw the guest bedroom door open. The fear Y/N had grew as she believed there was something in that room. She was absolutely scared as that door was always closed due to remodeling. There was so much construction in there, it was best to always keep the door closed to prevent Dodger from going in and getting hurt or messing up any progress what was being made.

She slowly approached the door, carefully listening for anything that might signal someone was in the room. She peeked through the open crack and opened it slowly. She screamed bloody murder as she saw Chris laying on the floor faced down covered in his own blood.

The second he heard Y/N scream and sobbing hysterically, he jumped up and immediately apologized. "No, no, no, no, baby, I'm so sorry!!!"

"You jackass!!" She yelled between sniffles."You know I hate your stupid scares!!"

"This was a Valentine's prank for Scott, baby! It wasn't meant for you," Chris was filled with guilt as he saw the tears growing and now falling down her cheeks.

"All day I had this horrible gut wrenching feeling today. So imagine how I felt seeing my husband dead!"

Chris opened his arms, ready to embrace her and kissed her endlessly. But, she shook her head and took a step back. "I don't want you touching me while you're covered in- what is that?"

"Corn syrup."

"Hell no. You will definitely not be staining my work clothes."

"Baby, I'm so sorry. I thought you were at work. I was gonna have all of this cleaned up before you came home-"

She crossed her arms. "They sent us home early because of the snow storm coming in."

At that moment, Scott walked in."I told you not to go inside without me!" Scott stopped in his track and saw Chris covered in fake blood, Y/N absolutely livid, and more fake blood on the plastic covering on the floor. It took him a second to realize this was a prank meant for him and it had gone very wrong. He burst out laughing, "OH MY GAWDDDD!!! This is absolutely hysterical!"

"Get out! The both of you!"

"Baby, no-" Chris immediately protested, at the same time Scott asked, "what the hell did I do?"

"I don't want you here! You've ruined the day! Get out." She started yelling angrily as she stared rushing them out of the room and down the stairs.

"But-"

"I don't care! Go to your mother's or one of your sisters. Anywhere but here!" She slammed the front door and leaned against it. She slid down until her butt touched the hardwood floors. She began to sniffle, completely angry and scared. She heard a whimper and looked up to see Dodger looking in from the back window. She immediately rushed to open the back door and let him in. He greeted her with wet kisses, trying his best to wipe away the tears on her cheeks.

"Come on, bubba. Let's go to bed." Y/N led the way to the master bedroom. She quickly changed and got into bed. She turned on Netflix and put on whatever rom-com movie she could find. She didn't care what it was as she knew she really wasn't going to pay attention to it.

Dodger climbed on bed and snuggled with Y/N. She embraced him with open arms and accepted his comfort. She gently ran her fingers against his fur, causing him to fall asleep. She smiled as she heard his soft snores.

Suddenly, Dodger was startled out of his sleep and Y/N knew exactly what that meant. Within minutes, Chris walked in the bedroom with a big bouquet of flowers and a big box of chocolates. He looked so guilty and broken. Y/N wanted to run up to him and hug him right but she fought against it.

"I'm sorry, baby," he said. He walked to the nightstand and placed her flowers and candies down. He sat on the edge of the bed. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you like that. I didn't think you'd be home. I honestly never should have done in the first place. I can't imagine what you thought or what you felt when you saw me."

Y/N sat up and tried her best to not cry again, but of course, she failed. "Chris, I went through so much bullshit with assholes. I genuinely thought I'd never find you, and now that I have, I don't want to lose you. I was absolutely mortified and heartbroken that you were dead." Tears started falling down her cheeks. "That's my biggest fear, is losing you too soon. If that were to happen, I can't handle that, Chris. That would kill me."

Chris wiped the tears away. He leaned and hugged her tight. His hand rubbed her back as he kissed her forehead. "I love you so much, baby. You and I both know, we don't know how much time we have together, but you best believe I'm gonna make every minute with you worth it." Y/N looked up at Chris. He leaned in to kiss her deeply.

"Thank you for the flowers and candies," she said.

"You should have seen the way people looked at me at the store." Y/N suddenly realized Chris was still in his bloody stained clothes and started laughing. "I'm sure a lot of people had questions or wanted to call the cops on me," Chris chuckled.

"I would have loved to have seen that," she smiled. "Go shower, change, and go clean up the mess you made in the guest bedroom."

"Really? Our first Valentine's Day together as a married couple and were spending it like this?" He asked.

"You only have yourself to blame, baby," she said without any hesitation. "And maybe, if you're lucky, when you're done I might let you cuddle with me in bed."

Chris smiled before he kissed her. "I love you, so much."

"I love you too, my bloody Valentine," she joked, making Chris laugh hard enough to make his hand go to his chest.