CHRIS EVANS & SEBASTIAN STAN IMAGINES

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Whilst putting on your makeup, you paused and drew your attention to your phone that had just vibrated.

Tinder: New Message

You raised a brow, as wonder made it's way to your mind.

You had a been texting a few matches back and forth for the past week; since you've downloaded the app, your phone had been blowing up with men trying to bring you on dates. With the many matches you were accumulating daily, it was strange to think that there had not been a guy that piqued your interest more than that. So far you switched between Chadwick, Tom, Anthony, and sometimes reply to Sebastian, but just for the fun of it.

"How aren't you drooling over all these guys? You have some extremely hot guys on here that are willing to wine and dine you!" Your roommate Adele asked as she looked through your Tinder DM's the other day.

You were still asking yourself that question; in the past, you weren't too picky with the men you dated. It had been a while since you hadn't gone on an actual date; You recalled that the last time was two years ago with Cameron; a very sweet boy who was loaded with freckles and dark curly hair. He had brought you to a hockey game and you both shared some fries. It only lasted a few weeks before you both drifted apart.

A simple smile settled onto your lips as you reminisced, you hadn't seen Cameron in forever.

Placing down your blending brush, you proceeded.

You had a new message from a new match named Chris. You thumbed away on the phone and read the text out loud.

"Good afternoon, Y/N." You chimed. You quickly replied a quick "Hello to you too." and clicked on his profile to refresh your memory on what he looked like.

His biography said that he was a 28-year-old architect who loved the New England Patriots and played volleyball in his spare time. He only had a few pictures of himself, a selfie, picutres of an adorable dog and two group pictures. He was a tall looking man who clearly worked out, he had a long undercut and some scruff on his face paired with the most gorgeous blue eyes and eyelashes.

You bit your finger, reading his quick new reply. "The weather looks great for later, sounds like a warm summer night." You paused and furrowed your eyebrows.

"-The fuck is that supposed to mean?" you muttered to yourself. You tapped the side of your phone with your thumb trying to think of something to say back to him. "Sure does!" You typed frantically and instantly regretted after you pressed send. "Ugh, I sound like an idiot." Accepting defeat, you turned off your phone and finished your eyeshadow.

With a few squirts of setting spray, your look for the night was done. You turned to your side looking in the body mirror, revealing your tight black cocktail dress, curled hair and old high heels you had bought at Payless. You looked great, you felt even greater. Who cares that your shoes only cost you 13 $?

You were half an hour ready too early, so to pass time you decided to start drinking. 

Three glasses of wine later you were answering the door to your brother, Robert. "Hey, Y/N, you're already tipsy and were not even at the bar? Looks like mom raised you well." He laughed and gave you a hug. "Awwwehhhhew, Robbie I missed you so much! Glad you're in town!"You squealed in his brown leather jacket.

Your brother had traveled up to Burnaby, Vancouver for a business meeting and he had made plans to bring you to dinner. "It's been months, I need to come to visit you more often. Also, news flash, I fucking love Vancouver!"

He looked around your apartment, touching the leaves on your new plant that you baptized Ryan while waiting for you to put on your coat. "Where are you sleeping tonight? Wanna crash here?" You asked while looking for your keys.

"Ouhh, that sounds fun, don't get me wrong. There's nothing more I love than spending time with my darling little sister that I have not seen in forever and ever amen, but actually- the company is paying my hotel for the weekend. It's a Douglas sweet, with a pool view so if you want-" He poked your stomach as you stood in front of him, you listened attentively with your keys in hand. "You can come sleep in my hotel room."

"Ouhhh, sounds fun! Let's do it!" You squeaked excitedly. "Alrighty then, let's get white girl wasted!" He mimicked you and lead you to the car outside.

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The bar was full of people. There was a band playing live, and everyone was trying to talk over the music, it was pretty loud. You and Robert giggled all night making fun of this guy across the bar who tried picking up this old lady that perhaps had 20 something years on him, he was plastered. You drank some Martinis and Robert sipped on some Gin and Tonics for the evening.

A few hours in the night, you excused yourself and went to the bathroom. As you were peeing you checked your tinder to see if Chris had replied to you.

Y/N: Sure does! Read 7:14 pm

You blinked slowly, refreshing the chat.

Realizing he really had left you on read, you let out a growl.

"Oooouch." You muttered to yourself, holding your head with one hand, your elbow propped up on your knee. You drunkenly sigh and swallow your built up saliva. An ache was forming in your temples. You put your phone on the ground to flush the toilet.

You wobbly stood up, putting both your hands on each side of the stall, trying to support your tall figure. You walk out of the stall with your things, going to wash up next to a group of girls talking by the sinks.

"Oh my god, girl. I love your fuckin hair." The dark-skinned girl said, equally drunk. "Ouhh, I love your dress." Said the flaming red-haired one, as she touched the material. "Thank you!" You smiled, but quickly frowned. "-but it looks like someone doesn't." You groaned. The model-like girls quickly surrounded you "Who?" The third one gasped. "This guy on Tinder left me on read." You pouted and slid to the floor, head resting on the front of the sink, the girls crouching to your sides.

"You're kidding! You are LIT-ERA-LLY the prettiest thing in the world!!! That guy has no clue what he's missing! You're worth so much more than that, sweetie! He's a piece of shit. Men are shit." The dark one replied. "Show me that fuckers face." The red one interjected.

You pulled out a picture of Chris.

They all huddled over your phone.

"Oh damn."

"Awh..."

"That's a hot piece of man tho."

Then silence, as pain made its way to your stomach. You cringe at the sensation, alcohol hurt your liver. "Mmhh, too many Martinis." You laid your head on the girl with red hair's shoulder.

They all shared a look. Then the dark one broke the quiet air. "Girl, give me your phone. Lemme text him." You sighed and passed it to the third one. Her acrylic nails tapped on the screen quickly. "aaaand send." She slipped it in your purse. They all helped you up, gave you some water, talked to you for a good 20 minutes and you eventually all said goodbye and you returned to Robert.

"Come on kiddo, let's go to the hotel, you've had enough."

Chris:

New message.