Chris Evans Imagines (Mostly Fluff)

Oh No

"I can cancel. Megan's gonna be pissed but I'll do it." Chris says as he puts his hands on his hips. You stare at him and shook your head because of how good he looks.

You were on your bed, sipping tea that Chris made for you. He was getting ready to go on Jimmy Fallon tonight but is having second thoughts about leaving you alone in your apartment because you were sick.

"I'll be fine. It's just a couple of hours." You said as he put on his socks that had a pattern on it. You smile as you remember that his stylist always told him to wear black or at least dark colored socks but he always insisted on wearing socks with patterns on it.

Eventually, they've reached an agreement that he will be allowed to wear patterned socks with the exception that those are dark colored socks.

"Are you sure?" He asks you again as he puts his sock on his left foot.

"Chris, I'm sure." You put down your mug and lied face down on the freshly laundered sheets. You snuggle Chris's pillow and inhaled his scent, which was your favorite.

He looks at you face down on the bed and then decides to lie down next to you and grab your waist closer to him. He buried his face on your shoulder. You peek at him. His eyes were closed. He looked so soft. You still can't believe that you're with him. You softly lean your head on his head and sighed.

"I can't believe we managed to keep our relationship a secret." You said in amusement.

"Yeah, I know." He mumbles. After a while, he scooches up to look at your face. You lie on your back and look up at the ceiling, looking back at the first few months of your relationship while Chris stared at you. He smiles softly and then reaches his hand to touch your cheek.

"Until you're ready." He sincerely said as he looked in your eyes. You've had the 'talk' before. Chris wanted you to decide when you'll go public with your relationship. Because after all, he is a famous celebrity.

You argued that you wanted his say on the matter as well but he shut you up with what he said: "I've been wanting to tell the whole world ever since you first looked at me and I fell hoplessly and irretrievably in love with you. So, it's just really up to you." You literally melted into a puddle of goo in his arms when he said that.

"Sorry." You loosely place your arms around his neck as he wrapped his arms around you. You are now facing each other with almost no space in between your faces.

"I'm not rushing you. And don't be sorry. I want you to be ready at your own pace." He said reassuringly as he looked deep into your eyes.

"I will be, soon. I promise." He smiles at you and then pouts his lips, asking for a kiss.

"Baby, no, I'm sick." You cover your mouth. He laughs and kisses the back of your hand instead.

You talk about random stuff while you smile at each other for a long time before his phone started ringing. He closes his eyes and sighs deeply. It's probably Megan or Scott.

"Probably Megan. Be right back, love." He softly kisses your temple and stands up to answer his phone.

When he's finally done talking, he sits on the side of the bed and looks at you with a serious face.

"I have to go now. Are you sure you'll be alright?" He asks. He really did seem like he didn't want to leave you. You grab his hand and softly held it.

"I'll be okay, baby. You made a commitment. Now, go. You don't wanna be late." You assure him. He sighs.

"Okay, but don't stay up late to watch the show. We'll watch it in the morning." You pout at him because you really wanted to see his interview. He encloses your hand in both of his hands.