CHRIS EVANS & SEBASTIAN STAN IMAGINES

|Official| Chris Evans X Reader

Good morning <3 8:04 AM 

Good morning Chris 8:15 AM

What was due for today? Heh, I sorta didn't pay attention last night. 8:16 AM

#Chrisisanidiot 8:20AM

Please?! Come on, I need to finish this before the second period!!!! 8:20AM

Fine, number 4,6,8,16,18,20,21 and 28. You owe me, Evans. 8:27AM

Thanks! You're the best 8:28AM

He hurriedly assembled his books together and threw them into his backpack, followed by his Mac. Shrugging a strap on his shoulder, he took a final glance in the mirror, fixing his hair. He nodded to himself and headed outside to the bus stop. 

His red flannel swung loosely in the wind, his thick brown work boots stomped in the gravel. Oh yes, Mr. Evans was a farm boy. 

He pulled out his phone from his back pocket, snapping a picture of the sunrise, sending it to all of his streaks on snapchat. Getting a few replies instantly, the bus approached his house. He slid it back into his pocket, climbing into the yellow automobile. He searched for your pair of (E/C) eyes. 

"Chris, here!" You waved. A gentle smile settled onto Chris's lips. He a seat on the bench next to you, setting his bag on the window side. "How did you sleep?" You asked him, resting your chin on your knees that were tucked in your chest. "I slept well, had to stay up a little late to finish reading Mrs. Grundys book report thingy." He sighed, stretching his legs. 

"That was supposed to be done since last week, Chris..." You sigh, wearing an unamused look. "I know, I know, how did you sleep? Hm, princess?" He raised a cocky eyebrow. "I slept very well thank you, at least I didn't have to speed read fourteen chapters like you." You shot back, teasing him.

"Whatever (Y/N)." He rolled his eyes, a small smile forming on his lips. 

~0~

"Thanks for walking me to my class, as always." You smiled, holding your binder and pencil case in your arms. "No problem, it's my pleasure." He grinned as the warning bell rung. "I better go, see you soon." He said as you gave him a hug. "Bye." You walked in your class, preparing yourself mentally for a whole hour of Biology 3. 

You sat and the lesson started from there. 

Your friend Tom was seated behind you, passing you notes during the boring material. You drew little-doodled characters and he would tell you how he plotted everyone's murder in this classroom. The teacher didn't care that you two weren't listening. Neither did you because you were ahead of everyone. Like next semester ahead.

~0~ 

"Alright see you later Tom, text me!" You both separated your ways. He had french immersion and you had math. "Who was that?" Chris looked awfully concern about who this guy was. 

"Just a friend, he's hilarious oh and he's British." You babbled. Chris had a slight frown on his features. 

~0~

Do you want to go by the lake tonight? 6:56 PM

Sorry Chris, wish I could but I'm hanging out with Tom tonight, maybe tomorrow? 6:59 PM 

Okay, no worries. 6:59 PM 

~0~ 

You zipped your army green jacket up to your chin, letting the hood fall on your back. "Take a scarf dear it's awfully cold out." Your mother placed the scarf she knitted for you in your hands. "Thanks, ma'. " You smiled grabbing your phone and keys to the house. "Don't stay out too late." She said more sternly. "I won't!" You replied, stepping out the door.

Chris was parked in your driveway, his blue muscle truck was turned off. The cold air of spring was present, you nuzzled your nose into your scarf more. 

You hop in the truck next to Chris. "I'm freezing." You shivered. "You're so sensitive." He chuckled turning on the ignition, cranking the heat. 

"Mmmmhh that's good." Feeling the warm breeze. Chris placed his hand on your thigh and the other one on the steering wheel. You placed your small hands in his big one and gave it a squeeze. He quickly looked at you and flashed a smile, pulling out of the driveway. 

~0~

"How was your date with Tom?" He asked. "It wasn't a date Chris, he's only a friend I promise." You looked at him. "It's just you talk about him a lot, I assumed you had a thing for him." He said, tone unreadable. 

"Chris... you know who I like." You blushed, squeezing his hand harder. "You don't make it feel that way." He sighed.

"I know, I'm sorry. It's just I want to take it slow." You looked down at your lap where your clasped hands were settled on.  "It's been six months (Y/N), maybe we should make it official?" He groaned. 

You were silent, revising the thought. You had made him suffer long enough. He waited six months for you to agree to be in a relationship with him. 

"We should, you're right. I'm sorry." You said quietly. "We don't have to if you don't want to though, the last thing I want is for you to be uncomfortable: He said sweetly. 

"No, I'm ready Chris." You gazed up at him. "That's my baby." He met your gaze, squeezing your hand and kissing you quickly. 

~0~ 

He turned off the light switch, making you more at ease instantly. You saw his shadow get undressed, shrugging off his pants and taking off his shirt. 

"Are you nervous?" He spoke softly. "Not really, I know I'll be in good hands with you Chris." You bit your lip from the bed. He crawled on to you, enveloping you in a kiss. He deepened the kiss, adding tongue while he toyed with the hem of your shirt. He broke the kiss taking it off, your head swooned by these new feelings. 

"I'll be gentle, don't worry baby." He husked raspily, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your chest and breasts. "Ah- Chris that feels good." He grinned against your skin. "We haven't even started yet." He chuckled..... 

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