A C T O R S || OS

143. Chris Evans | Finding Love

By : i-dont-do-rpfs | Tumblr

Summary: One night, Chris comes into the animal shelter you work at.

Pairing: Chris Evans x female reader

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It was two hours before closing and you were more than ready to go home. You hadn't slept well the night before and it was a long day at the humane society. There were baths to be given, there were cages that needed cleaning, medication needed to be distributed, and on top of it all, two people called in sick, so everything fell to you and another volunteer. Thankfully, there weren't many visitors, so you weren't pulled in a hundred different directions at once.

You were strolling up and down the aisles, making sure to spend some quality time with each of the dogs that you passed; giving them treats, showering them with the love they so desperately craved. Part of you hated working there. It made you sad to see the state in which animals arrived, how they could spend weeks, months, even years locked in a cage. What absolutely broke your heart were the ones that had given up. They would lie there, uncaring as people stopped and called them over, not even wagging their tail that interest was being shown. So, you took it upon yourself to spend as much time with each of them as you could; cats included.

A series of barks filled the room as someone came in, a hushed, "Hi buddy," used as a greeting to each dog the person encountered. You exited the cage and put on a friendly smile.

"Hi there," you greeted warmly, your hands clasped behind your back. You tried not to focus on his plush lips as he smiled.

"Hi," was his raspy response.

God, he was attractive. He was wearing dark jeans and a tight blue shirt, dark glasses covered his eyes and there was a backwards baseball cap atop his head, but you couldn't figure out why he looked vaguely familiar.

"Are you looking to buy a dog?" you asked, your mouth dry, your knees feeling like jelly.

He turned to look at the row of cages, most of them had dogs pawing at the chain link and whining. "I'm not sure yet."

"Well, I'm Y/N," you announced, pointing at the name tag on your shirt. "If you need any help, or have any questions, give me a shout."

"Actually," he said, tugging off his sunglasses. "I do have a question."

Your mouth went dry at the sight of his bright eyes. "Oh ye- yeah?"

"Is there a dog you would recommend for someone that gets... anxious?" he asked nervously, his gaze shifting around the large room.

It wasn't the first time you had been asked that question, and it never got easier to answer. You wanted every animal in the facility to find a loving home, they each deserved it, some more so than others, but no two dogs were alike. While Sugar liked to run circles around someone, demanding that all attention be on them, Burt was a cuddler. Then there was Mitzi, she was a hunting dog who liked to run after anything and everything.

"Tell me more about who you are as a person, and we'll see who fits the profile," you offered, moving to stand next to him.

"For starters, my name is Chris," he scratched the back of his neck as he started walking. "I try to stay active, I go for walks

"That's going to be a necessity with a dog," you chuckled.

Chris bent down to pay attention to a chocolate lab. "But I also travel a lot for work, so size could be an issue."

You could tell he hated the way it came out by the way he wrinkled his nose. "That's not the craziest thing I've heard, Chris."

He chuckled nervously at that. "Thank God for that."