Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan Character Imagines

Too Much? Chris Evans Pt 2

Next Day

I wake up to the morning sun shining in my face through the thin curtains in... wait where am i? My body shot straight up with panic pulsating through my body until i see a familiar pup trot through the bedroom door as my nerves eventually ease i hear voices down the hallway. "Yeah, i know Anthony it was probably stupid bringing her here, but, you should've seen her she was a mess after everything that happened last night, I- I just couldn't just leave her alone after a shitty night like that much less in the rain! Seb back me up on this!" As i heard the three men talking back and forth i walk out of the bedroom in the shorts that look like booty shorts at this point and the shirt i was given partially up my abdomen rubbing my eyes. "What are you girls arguing about this early in the fucking morning?" I said groggily as i let my small hands shift through my blonde tuff of hair. I finally look up at the trio who's just staring at me I could've sworn the other two were drooling but i didn't let it show. Chris put his muscular arm around my shoulder making me blush a little, "Guys this is Allison. Ally this is Sebastian and this is-" 

"They call me Anthony, but you can call me any time." he put his hand out for me to shake, i shyly took it while smiling. "I think she likes me." Sebastian just laughs "I highly doubt that, you're head is too inflated with your own ego." Chris lets out a big contagious laugh his left hand covering his chest as his eyes closed tightly, and his head leaned back a small bit. I looked over at him and laughed with the trio of men. "The game is gonna start soon we need to get your t.v. on the right channel." Anthony yelled out as he walked towards the living room. Sebastian put his hand on Chris' shoulder and squeezed giving him a knowing look before he followed Anthony through the corridor. "Heh," Chris started rubbing the back of his neck turning to face my short frame. ", I'm sorry about Anthony he just doesn't know when to shut up." as he looked up at me through his brilliant solid blue orbs sighing. When his eyes, met my pale baby blues, it felt as though a spark flew between us but i wasn't going to say anything about it unless Chris did first, but he didn't. "Well i better get downstairs before they trash the place. There's beer and water in the fridge if you get thirsty, and Chinese takeout if you get hungry." Chris spoke so eloquently it took me a second to respond. "Oh, it's okay I'll be fine. You've done enough for me already. I can't ask for anything else Chris."  i sighed as i pulled his shirt down over my exposed stomach. "Please Ally don't make me beg you to eat something." i laughed was he really gonna go that far? "Trust me Chris, I've eaten enough throughout my life. I  think i should probably start on a diet." i said as i looked down and patted my belly. Chris shuffled around on his feet like he was trying to think of what to say next, "Listen Ally, I don't know what that Michael guy put into your head but, you're a beautiful woman and need to eat just like the rest of us," he paused taking in a deep breath, "Plus i don't think the three of us are gonna eat all of what is sitting on my counter right now, we could use some help." he chuckled shoving his hands into his pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels. I looked to my left to see a picture of Chris and a woman who i am assuming is his mother because he kind of looks like her. Turning my attention back to his handsome face i spoke up, "Yeah i guess i could help out a little bit, I haven't eaten since eleven in the morning yesterday so yeah i should probably eat." stop it you're rambling  i scolded myself. "I should probably go get dressed. Uhm, I'll let you get downstairs to your buddies." i nervously laughed wrapping my arms around myself. Just as i turned to leave the hallway Chris' hand wrapped around my forearm, as i turned back Chris held a caring expression on his face, "I've got an over sized hoodie in the back of my closet if that makes you more comfortable than what you have on now," he took his hand away from my arm and shoved his hands back in his pockets, "You don't have to look for it but if you do it's at the very back left hand side the last one hanging against the wall, its a 7xl, soft and cozy. I just want you to be comfortable here." i smiled at him a warm smile, a smile that i haven't shown since i was a little kid. I'm sure my cheeks were beet red but i didn't care at the moment, "Thank you Chris, I'll think about it." he looked at me through his long lashes and breathed a sigh of relief and smiled back at me. "That's all i ask Ally-Doll." his eyes widened at the new original nickname he gave me and i swear he went three shades darker than i did when he said it. I turned around and went straight for his bedroom because i was worried if I had said anything it would have made it worse for the both of us. Upon shutting the door behind me i leaned the back of my head against the door, hearing Chris talking to himself. I could only make out a few lines, "Dammit Chris! Ally-Doll really? You are such an idiot! She ran from you! Damn anxiety! Ugh. Hey Anthony, no I'm fine it's nothing."