You were currently sitting in a cafe late at night with your boyfriend of 6 months, Nick, the cafe was pretty empty apart from a few customers dotted around the small tables and he staff which were either cleaning up or chatting. You slowly sipped at the mug filled with the sweet taste hot chocolate since it was quite chilly outside.
Nick was talking about the weird encounter he had with someone watching him play his trumpet but you wasn't concentrating on that. Instead, you were admiring his facial features. The scruffy yet tamed beard. The soft brown locks that his hand kept running through. His gorgeous blue eyes that filled with love anytime he looked at you. And that smile that was painted many time on his face while playing back the encounter. To you he was perfect and nobody could change your mind.
"Yea. It was just plain weird." He finished. You hum in agreement even though you had no idea what his story involved. Nick look at the clock on the wall behind you, "We should get going, it's twenty past eleven."
You clear your table before heading out the door. Nick reaches for your hand and interlocks for fingers. You wander the streets for what feel like forever but eventually you get distracted by Nick doing something stupid. He's dancing on a lamppost like he's a stripper, and he's make a great one at that. You take in your surroundings, your stood on a bridge that had a singular lamppost on and towered over the small, shallow river.
"Can you not?" You ask, playfully annoyed.
"Why?" He pouts and tilts his head like a small puppy. You glare him and continue to walk off the bridge. Footsteps from behind you get closer, you slyly smirk knowing who it is.
"Hey where you going? Did you not like my sexy dancing?" He raises his eyebrow while looking down at you, leaving in a bit. He's slightly taller than you but who cares.
"I don't if I should kiss you or throw you off this bridge." I comment, looking deep into the blue of his eyes.
He smirks and leans in more, tilting his head to the left. I follow suit but he stops just before his lips reach mine.
"Can I pick?"
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Chris Evans/Character Imagines
Fanfiction*DISCONTINUED* These are imagines for the actor Chris Evans and the characters he has played. This is an 'x reader', so Y/N means Your Name. The upload schedule for this is is random, maybe mid to slow updates. Usually Female Reader! Requests Open...
