Chris Evans Imagines

Drunk Last Night & Last Call

Author's Note: This is a recycled imagine I had already previously written for another character from a different fandom, but thought this could also work for a short Chris imagine.

They're based off two country songs that you're more than welcome to check out if you like.
1. Drunk Last Night by Eli Young Band
2. Last Call by Lee Ann Womack

Lastly, Glen Powell makes a mini cameo 😘

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Chris POV - The morning after

Fuck, Chris thought to himself.

Chris's head was throbbing as he slowly fluttered his eyes open and tried to focus on the fan spinning slowly on the ceiling above him. His body felt heavier than usual as if he had been hit by a truck and dragged down the street. It was no secret he had one too many drinks last night.

Pieces of last night flash through his head. He remembered how it all started. A girl, who looked a lot like Y/N, walking over at the end of the bar and picked a song on the jukebox. But not just any song. She had randomly picked their song.

As the song played throughout the bar, the memory of Y/N burned through Chris's mind. The way her hair smelled as soon as she got out of the shower, how gentle, loving, and patient she was with him, and how the sound of her contagious and sweet laughter caused his lips to form the biggest smile in the world. Suddenly, his chest began to feel tight with the memories; he needed to numb the pain. He called the bartender to refill his glass and told him to keep the scotch coming.

Snapping back to reality, Chris shook his head to shake away the memories, only to make the massive headache worse. Chris brought a hand up to cover his eyes, while his other hand reached for his phone by his nightstand. He pressed his thumb against the main button, the sensor picking up his fingerprint as his phone unlocked. Chris was immediately greeted with his phone call history. He had called Y/N about 10 times last night. He remembered he had left her voicemails saying things he shouldn't have said.

Fuck.

Hoping to sort things out, Chris dialed her number again. His heart drummed against his ribcage faster after each ring. A part of him was hoping she would answer and the other part was hoping he'd get her voicemail again.

"Hey! It's Y/N."

Of course she would ignore my call. She's been ignoring my calls since the breakup, Chris thought.

"Feel free to leave me a message." Her cheerful voice echoed through his ear as her message ended.

Beep.

Chris sighed as he closed his eyes. "Y/N, please ignore all the messages I left you last night. I'm sorry this happened again, but just like all the other times, I got a little drunk last night..."

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Y/N's POV - Last night

Buzz. Buzz.

Buzz. Buzz.

Y/N swarmed underneath her warm comforter in her queen size bed, trying to ignore her phone vibrating on her nightstand next to her bed.

Buzz. Buzz.

Buzz. Buzz.

An annoyed groan escaped from the naked body next to hers. Glen gently nudged her, "Honey, your phone is ringing again."

"I know, baby," her hand reached over for the phone. Her fingers found the side button and pushed it, instantly declining the phone call. She let out a deep sigh before she rolled back and snuggled against Glen. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her to his bare chest.

Buzz. Buzz.

Buzz. Buzz.

Y/N let out a frustrated scowl as she rolled over to her side and read the clock. 2:30am. She rubbed her sleepy and tired eyes before she grabbed her phone to see who was calling her at this hour.

There wasn't a name displaying across her phone, only a number. She deleted his contact shortly after they broke up, but she'd recognized it anywhere. That number was burned into her brain.

Her heart was beating faster after each ring as she stared at her phone, at the number, wondering how long Chris was going to let it ring before he either hung up or left another voicemail.

The phone stopped buzzing and a new message popped in the middle of the screen: 2 new voicemails.

Buzz. Buzz.

Buzz. Buzz.

She turned on the 'Do Not Disturb' button, causing the vibrations of the call to stop. She closed her eyes and pictured the same picture she'd always imagined since those late drunken phone calls started shortly after their break up.

Chris sitting at the bar in some sleazy country bar they went to every weekend, no doubt playing their song on the jukebox or listening to some heartbreak song and drinking down his sorrows.

The bartender telling him, "No more alcohol for you. We're closing for the night. Want me to call you a taxi or do you need to call someone to pick you up?"

She opened her eyes and looked at her phone.

6 New Voicemails

Y/N didn't need to listen to the voicemails to know what Chris said. It was always the same damn thing, an apology followed by a 'Baby, I still love you.' Some things never changed and she was tired of being his last call.

She placed her phone facing down on her nightstand and laid back on her bed. Glen reached out for her, wrapping his arm around her waist, and pulling her flush to his body. He buried his nose at the crook of her neck, taking in her sweet smell of roses. "I love you, honey."

"I love you too, baby," she whispered back as her eyes fixated on her phone as it continued to ring silently, hoping it was the last call.