Chris Evans/Sebastian Stan Characters One-Shots and Imagines

The Relcutant Supporter (C.E.)

I sighed and threw a Patriots jersey on. I still can't believe I'm wearing this, I thought.

Chris and I had flown out to the Super Bowl with his family and Chris Pratt. Partially for Marvel promotion, but also for the fun of it.

I grew up a Colts fan, and was raised to hate the Patriots. So naturally, I would. But I knew I needed to "support" Chris or whatever he said. It was ridiculous.

Still, I reluctantly wore the stupid jersey. Along with black leggings and white sneakers. "You look so cute." Chris came into the hotel room bathroom and smiled.

"Shut up." I mumbled and walked pass him, my arms crossed. He was decked out in a Patriots shirt, jacket and hat.

"Just imagine how much fun we're going to have!" he said enthusiastically, "We already watch Sunday, Monday, and Thursday night football together. But we're at the Super Bowl!"

"Yeah," I began, "Supporting the Patriots." I nearly gagged at the word itself. He came up from behind me and hugged me.

"Thank you for coming." He whispered in my ear and kissed me.

"You're welcome." I told him. "But this doesn't mean I'm going to love the Patriots now."

"I don't expect that." He responded and kissed me again. "Ready doll?"

"Yup." I responded as we left the room.

.

"No way!" Chris yelled and began jumping up and down. Physically, up and down like a child. I turned to Scott next to me and high fived him. Chris turned to me and high fived me too before kissing me. "WE WON!"

We went to a Super Bowl after party (basically a tail gate, but after the game), and Chris got um... a little drunk. Actually very drunk. "You're so BEAUTIFUL Y/N." He said as Scoot helped me and him into our room. I sighed.

"Thanks Chris." I responded with his arm sling around my shoulder.

"I LOVE you. So so so so so so so SO much." He said and laughed for some reason.

"I love you too." I mumbled and plopped him into the hotel bed. "Thanks Scott." I lightly said and smiled, turning towards him to show my appreciation.

"No problem," he said and smiled, turning to leave. Once he left, Chris looked up from his spot sprawled on the bed and smiled.

"I love you." He told me again.

"I love you too," I said and smiled lightly, "but I think it's time to go to bed."

"Nooooooooooo," he whined, "I want you." He said and smirked.

"Yeah no." I responded and turned to grab his pair of sweatpants so I could help him change.

"Yessssssss," he continued. He got up but immediately stumbled back on the bed and laughed some more.

"C'mon big guy, it's bed time."

"I don't have a bed time," he mumbled and crossed his arms, "I'm an adult."

"You're also drunk." I said. "Arms up." He complied lazily, and I managed to get his shirt off him.

"Your turn." He looked at me and smirked again.

"No," I began, "I can change myself. Now take your pants off so we can get your sweatpants on."

"I don't want my sweatpants!" He complained, "I want YOUUUUUUUUU." He then began singing and I chuckled. He eventually followed my orders, and with my help, put his sweatpants on. After him trying to drunkly seduce me for another half hour, he passed out in bed. I crept into the bathroom to take my makeup off and change into sweatpants myself. I climbed into bed with a snoring Chris and was soon off to sleep as well.

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"Y/N?" I heard Chris mumble from the bed while I was in the bathroom getting ready.

"Yes?" I asked and leaned against the doorframe facing him.

"Did I get drunk last night?" He asked and I chuckled.

"Yes, very."

"Oh shit," He mumbled and plopped his head into his pillow to block the sunlight. "Did I do anything stupid?"

"Not really," I began, "Scott and I did have to practically carry you back here and you tried to seduce me for 45 minutes but other than that nothing." He grumbled.

"Sorry." He said and rolled his head to look at me.

"You were drunk it's fine."

"I love you." He said and put his head back into his pillow.

"I love you too."