Welcome to a place where your wildest dreams come true with Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan. This Imagines collection on Wattpad is your ticket to many experiences featuring these two charming actors.
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You wake up in your new bedroom, the light pouring through the curtains, adding a healthy glow to the atmosphere. Your memory foam was so comfortable, that you didn't want to get out of bed. But being here for the reasons you were, you got up to get ready.
You took a fifteen-minute shower, playing at least six songs on your playlist. You jumped off your bed, started picking out an outfit for the day; You decided on a simple pair of jeans with a black long-sleeved sweater with holes at the shoulders, matching it with the gold chain that your father had given you for your fifteenth birthday. In the 'hood', a gold chain represents wealth.
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You slip on your black, ankle height, high-heeled boots and put on your daily makeup. Ever since you found your style, you committed to always looking good because hey, you could die at any time, and you don't want to be found wearing some Walmart pyjamas.
You let your hair down naturally and walked downstairs. Sebastian was on his way up the stairs as you met his eyes. "Ah- (Y/N), I was on my way to talk to you. Looking good." He scanned your frame and bit his lip.
You smirked and walked down the marble stairs with him. "So yeah, I gotta go pick up my script and have a short meeting with my manager. You have to babysit Chris." He chuckled, taking a swig of his coffee. "Okay, haha, is he awake? Oh! And did you bring me to my room last night? Or...was that Chris? " You lifted a brow.
"Yeah he's awake and yes, it was him. He brought me to my room too, we fell asleep." He playfully punched your arm. He was dressed in a pair of dark denim jeans, brown bulky work boots, his signature grey long-sleeved sweater, aviators and a black hat with a white broken heart on it.
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You stopped at the end of the stairs, he patted your arm and adjusted his hat. "Well, I better go, help yourself to anything you need. Later!" He shouted over his shoulder waving a hand nonchalantly while walking towards the door. "Bye!" You called back.
As soon as the door closed, you padded towards the kitchen. The smell of breakfast became stronger as you got closer. You enter the area, being greeted by a half-awake Chris with severe bed hair. You smile.
