Random Imagines {REQUESTS ON HOLD}

Chris Evans {Requested} (sad)

captainamericaswife

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You watched the rain rolling in long lines along the glass. The white sheets of your bedroom looked like memories you didn't want to think about. There were picture frames that had fallen over because of how hard the door slammed when Chris left. You knew it was your fault that he left, but his little nights out were driving you crazy. He couldn't do the things he did without you noticing, but the cameras didn't notice. That's all that seemed to matter to him. Your clothes were strewn around the room from when he shoved all his things into a duffle bag. To think you loved him at one point. 

"You're going to kill me," you complained. Chris laughed, the air rolling off your skin. He continued kissing around your neck and down to your collar bone. His blue eyes met yours and thy practically twinkled. He looked perfect against the white backdrop of your sheets. He ran his hand through your hair and pressed his lips to yours, warm and perfect. 

Everything in the apartment was cold now, and the huge windows made the apartment the same color as the clouds. You swallowed, rubbing out the tears still running down to your chin. He was the one going out to get drunk, not you. It was him who was flirting with other girls and turning them down after they'd gotten too far down the line. You had to remind yourself that it was his fault again. You could see him, four stories below, sitting on the curb in the rain. You didn't want to care. You didn't want him to be someone you wanted anymore.

"(Y/N)." You smiled as he ran his hands down your arms to wrap around you. He rested his chin on your head and looked at the stove.

"What'cha making?" You shooed him off, but instead he started kissing behind your ear. He brushed your hair off your shoulder and kissed the side of your neck. You tried to shrug him off, but he refused, pulling you away from the stove and sliding you onto the counter. He stood between your legs, his hands holding you still while he kissed you. 

Chris looked up from the curb, trying to see through the rain to the window and you slipped off the window seat. The kitchen seemed to be the only untouched place in the house and you sat on the cold tiles, staring at where you said your first 'I love you' to him. 

"I'm sorry I couldn't be home for Valentines Day," Chris sighed through the phone.

"Don't worry about it. I'll see you in three weeks." 

"Yeah, I love you." 

"I love you too, bye." You didn't even think about it until a little while later when you were trying to remember what he'd said about the movie. 

You opened the fridge, pulling out a beer. You stared at it for a long time and then put it back, putting some water to boil in a pot and going to see if you had any of your favorite tea anymore. Chris didn't even want people to know the two of you were together. He refused. Saying that it was to keep you from the media and to not ruin your career. You knew he was lying. If he cheated and people knew, there would be a huge scandal. He didn't want anyone to know about you, so if they saw some girl with him, they could think it was a girl he was trying to date. 

You glanced out the window again, and Chris was gone. You glanced at your phone, which was vibrating, and you picked it up. 

"Hello?"

"Sorry doesn't mean anything anymore." Chris' voice was quiet and it was clear that he was inside somewhere.

"No it doesn't," you replied, hanging up. The rain was falling harder now and a streak of lightning bolted across the sky. The thunder came just seconds later, making you jump. 

Sorry doesn't mean anything anymore

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Sorry if its short and really late. Ive been really caught up with softball this weekends and Ill try to get another one up this week. Im going to comic con this weekend and Im hoping that I could update on thursday and then again next week. Yo anyone going to Boston Comic Con hit me up :)

Peace, Love, Spock

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Shivi