CHRIS EVANS & SEBASTIAN STAN IMAGINES

Accepted | Sebastian Stan X Chris Evans X Reader

The boy sighed heavily. His dark-chocolate head of hair between his knees. 

Placing a hand on his between his shoulder blades, you got closer to him on the bed. "What does it say?" You asked sympathetically. There was a moment of silence.

 "I didn't get in." He mumbled and dropped the paper on the floor. 

Your eyes gazed on the letter from Julian Arts academy. "Dear Sebastian Stan, thank you for applying. We are sorry to inform you that you did not make this terms..." You read in your head. 

fuck.

Poor Seb. Seb who struggled academically all throughout high school, Seb who really believed in himself. Seb who had a part in every play that the school produced. Seb who dedicated all his time after school studying and rehearsing his lines with Chris who in fact did make it into Julian... 

"Maybe, they messed up? Maybe they got a different application and denied you instead?" You opted to set some light in his eyes. 

"Nah Y/N, a prestigious school like that doesn't fuck up. I shoulda known I wasn't gonna make it. I mean I only have an average of like 68%. Applying for this fucken school was a joke." He kicked the paper farther away from him. 

"Seb, you may have a low average but your credit comes from all the plays and films you've done! You're one of the best actors I know. Even better than Chris..." You wore a little smile.

Sebastian rose his head and looked at you; his face disappointed but his returned smile indicated that he appreciated your words. 

"Wanna go change your thoughts? We can go watch Adam and the boy's football game at 7?" You rubbed his back one last time before placing your hand back on your lap. "Mehhhhhhhhh" He groaned and let himself fall on his back on the bed. "Come on, you can't stay cooped up in here moping." You poked his ribs, making him squirm. 

"Easy for you to say, you got accepted in your school." He spat, staring at the old glow in dark stars he still had glued to his bedroom ceiling. "Euh, correction. I got accepted in my third option, not my first. If you would have applied to more than one place maybe you would've gotten accepted." You sat on your heals, arms crossed above your chest. 

"Oh, why you little shit-" He tackled you. digging his fingers in your sides, wiggling them violently. 

"SEB-bahahaHHAHAHAHBAHA" you kicked your legs and flailed your arms attempting to get out of his grasp. "What were you gonna say? I told you so, eh? That's what you were gonna say hm? Say it." He was grinning to his ears at this point. You grabbed hold onto his hands trying to pry them off your body but the tickling sensation was too much to channel any strength into your arms. 

"I was-hahhbhabash- gonna sahayyhahah-" He straddled you pinning his body weight on you. "SEB" you breathed. "Say it Y/N!" 

You take in one last long gust of air before screaming "I WAS GONNA -HAHHABA- SAY I TOLD YOU SO!" 

The tickling stopped, your sides were sore already. 

Both your chests heaved, tired eyes locked gaze. Sebastian was on top of you, both hands on either side of your head. Compared to three minutes ago, he had a genuine smile on his face. his vibrant blue-green eyes studied your features momentarily.  "You're something else, ya know." He breathed. 

You were both seated on the white bleachers in the may night's breeze, still quite chilly for its time of year. You had taken a flannel from Sebastian's closet to keep you warm during the football game. 

Seb's knee's brushed lightly against yours from time to time. You both snacked on some popcorn the student council would sell at the entrance, you sat with Chris and the British exchange student Hiddleston. You casually conversed as you watched your purple nights play against the rival team. Seb seemed lost in thought during the outing and Chris had seemed to notice as well.

After the game, Chris walked with you and Seb home. 

"Man, I would've loved for you to get in the school with me. It's been our dream since we were kids." Chris spoke, looking down and his shoes.

"Man, I know right, fucking sucks. I hardly have options now. I don't qualify for anything else really except for the ma-.

He stopped.

"What was that Seb?" You cocked an eyebrow. 

Silence fell momentarily, only the faint sounds of the shoes hitting the fresh pavement. 

"I've also been looking into the marines." 

"Seb what?" Chris stopped in his tracks. 

"I mean, I'm qualified physically for that." 

"Obviously you are, but do you even want to do that? I mean you'll be gone for a while." 

"I don't want anything bad to happen to you Seb, the army is dangerous." 

"Guys, I don't wanna be stuck working at Tony's all my life. I gotta do something, and I 'll be happy to serve my country. I'll serve you guys. Y/N you've got your business course to do, and Chris, you're lucky to get into Julian, I need my own thing, and I think it'll be a good idea." 

The three of you shared a hug. 

A few years later.

You were seated at the airport with Chris, one knee bouncing anxiously. Sebastian was coming home for real. After 4 years in the marines, he had gotten discharged for unknown reasons. "What if he isn't the same?" Chris bit his nails. "It's Seb we are talking about, he's tough, plus in his letters, he doesn't seem different." "That's true, typical army stereotype I guess." 

half an hour passed and that's when the first man in uniform stepped out of the hangar. You and Chris stood from your seats simultaneously, both of your pair of eyes searching for Seb. about  50 men and women fled into the waiting area; still no sight of Seb. 

You felt a poke on your shoulder, instinctively you turned your head to meet the owner of that finger; Sebastian. 

You enveloped him in your arms, but something didn't feel quite right, He felt lighter... You take a step back to see, 

a prosthetic arm...  

"I applied to Julian, and I got accepted." He wore a sad smile.