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43. Chris Evans | Heart Attack

By : youlightmeupfinn | Tumblr

request: Could you write some angst for chris x reader with "I thought you were dead!" Where he doesn't come home after a night out with friends and no one knows where he is (turns out he was passed out at a friend's house). Just angsty and the reader telling chris how selfish he is with his partying ways. Happy ending pls🤍

a/n: AHHHH not me wanting to punch Chris in the face. how DARE he! i hope you enjoy, anon!

summary: When Chris doesn't return home after a night with the boys, you start getting worried.

warnings: angst turned to fluff, mature language 💜

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You sat up, phone in hand. Dodger was nestled by your feet, his snores heard in the living room. Checking the time, you noted it was past midnight. Gazing down at the diamond settled on your finger, your husband was nowhere to be found. He had told you that morning he was heading out with some friends, but you thought he was coming home.

Calling his phone multiple times, you were nearly on the verge of a breakdown when each call either didn't go through or his voicemail picked up. You sent almost a hundred texts already, asking him where the hell he was. Gripping your phone tight in your hand, you were seated on the couch upright, your head pounding.

Dialing Scott's number, you didn't care how late it was. A few rings later, his voice sounded over the line and he sounded half asleep.

"Y/N?" Scott called your name, yawning shortly after.

"Have you spoken to your damn brother?!" You suddenly exclaimed, your emotions not up for this. Scott took a brief moment of silence, either to pull the phone away from his ear because you pierced his eardrum or he didn't register the question.

"Chris? I talked to him earlier this afternoon, right before he went out with David and the guys... But I haven't talked to him since. Is he not home?"

You felt tears prick at your eyes. "No! And he won't answer his freaking phone! Scott, what if he's in a ditch somewhere?!" You exclaimed, head in your hands.

"I'm sure he's fine, babe. Here, I'll try him, too. If either of us hears from him, I'll let you know... wasn't Sebastian with him too?"

You thought for a moment and sighed. "Yeah, I'll try him. Thanks, Scott. Sorry I woke you up."

He laughed gently. "No need. Talk to you soon." He hung up the phone and you quickly searched through your contacts, finding Seb Stan in your contact. Inhaling, you pressed his number and heard as it rang.

"Hello?" Sebastian said on the second ring.

"Sebastian, thank goodness," You gasped. "Have you seen my damn husband?!" You then exclaimed.

Sebastian chuckled momentarily before he responded. "No, I left the party early. He didn't come home?"

You groaned. "No. Scott can't get a hold of him, he won't answer my phone calls... So I guess you haven't heard from him either since you left?"

Seb sighed. "No, Y/N, I haven't. I'm sorry. Uhm," You heard rustling. "I'll call around to see if anyone's seen him. If I hear something, I'll call you back."

You nodded although he couldn't see you. Thanking him, you quickly hung up and started to call Chris' phone again. No answer. Groaning, a string of curse words fell from your lips. For all you knew, he was dead in a ditch somewhere and you had no clue. But surely someone would've called you by now.

Before long, the exhaustion had taken over your body, and you were passed out on the couch with Dodger curled up beside you. Little did you know that the next morning, Chris would come walking through the door.

When your eyes peeled up at the sound of the door unlocking, you jolted up. Your heart pounded violently in your chest as you gazed over to see Chris' head appear. Carefully he turned around and stopped in his tracks when he saw you sitting there, arms crossed over your chest and tears in your eyes.

"Baby, I can expla-" - Before he could even finish, you cried harder.

"You selfish bitch!" You screamed. "I thought you were dead!" You cried, Dodger jumping down at the sound. Tears rolled down your cheeks and Chris' face immediately registered with regret. Sniffling, you shuddered from the chill of the living room and curled in on yourself.

Chris nodded. "I know... I know, it was stupid,-" - "Damn right it was stupid, Chris!" You interrupted him.

"I had Scott and Sebastian trying to find out where you were! I am so freaking pissed at you right now, I could kill you! I was worried sick. How could you do that?!" You cried harder to him. "I waited here until almost one in the morning, calling you, texting you, only to have you ignore me!"

Your husband shook his head. "Baby, I wasn't ignoring you. I'm sorry. I passed out at Jerry's place." He informed you. You shook your head.

"Cut the shit," You rolled your eyes. "It's like you don't even care about me."

Chris' eyes widened. "That is not true."

You scoffed. "Must be! You make sure to put partying above your wife! You should've been home with me, Chris! I understand you wanted a night with the guys, that's fine. But for you to get drunk off your ass to the point you can't even tell me where you are? Low blow, Evans. Low blow." You raged, taking a seat on the couch.

Chris sighed and walked over to take a seat beside you. "Honey," He reached out and rested a hand on your shoulder. You allowed it to stay there although you were fuming.

"I'm so sorry, you're right. It was selfish of me to do that." He explained. "I'm sorry I kept you up, worried about me. I should've been home with you. It won't happen again." He said with a promising note in his voice.

Sniffling, you turned your face up to him. "Don't you ever do that again?" You pointed a finger at him. "Because I swear if you do, I will divorce your ass."

Chris nodded, reaching forward to press his lips against your forehead. You sighed and melted against his touch. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you against his chest. You tangled your own around his body, thankful you were able to hold him again.

Last night? You honestly thought the police were coming to tell you he was a goner. You couldn't stand the thought of possibly losing him. Not when he was your whole heart and more.

"I love you," Chris said against your head as he pressed kisses to it. Smiling to yourself, you grip on him tightened.

"I love you, too... even if you did nearly give me a heart attack." You chuckled.

Chris forced you to look him in the eye. Leaning forward, he brushed his lips across yours, feeling as you melted against him instantaneously.

He knew he would have to find a way to make this one up.