Chris Evans's Characters Preferences

#17: He Sees You Crying

Chris Evans

It was a weekend day, and you had just received a message from someone close to you, telling you that one of your cousins had just been in a car accident and was in a total coma. And as if by chance, it was the cousin you got along with the best. So obviously, when you read the message, you broke down in tears in your living room.

The first person to notice your grief was Dodger, who had gotten up from his bed to come and lie down next to you and put his head on your leg. You smiled sadly as you caressed him.

You knew that Chris would be up soon and you didn't want him to see you like this. Yet it was impossible to see that you hadn't cried even with all the acting talent you had. So you just stood there, crying silently.

You heard slow footsteps coming towards you.

"Y/N? "asked Chris in a still tired voice.

"I'm here Chris... "you answered in a small voice

He approached you and saw your condition.

"Are you okay, sweetie? What's going on?" he said worriedly, sitting next to you and taking you up against him.

-One of my cousins had a serious car accident. She is in a coma." you say.

You felt Chris hold you tighter against him, caressing your back with his hand, wiping a tear from your face with the other. A few comforting words and you were already feeling better.

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Steve Rogers

That night, when you fell asleep, you felt like you were going to have a nightmare. But since you were leaving on a mission the next day, it was imperative that you sleep to gain strength. Steve, as usual, was not sleeping. He was in your room next to you reading a book but he wasn't sleeping.

Being tired from the long training your boyfriend was giving you for your mission, you fell asleep almost immediately.

Everything came back to you like a movie. The needles stuck in your skin. The high-tech machines you were locked up in that sent you invisible and unknown rays. The increasingly smaller boxes where they made you sleep. The hatred and anger that rose inside you with every new experience they tried on you. The sadistic laughter you sometimes heard behind the walls of the cell where they held you when it wasn't your turn to be tortured.

You wake up. Steve turns to you and looks at you to make sure you are okay. Of course you weren't. Before you remembered where you were you just started crying. Your back was to your man, sitting on the edge of the bed silently emptying your tears. Steve immediately noticed that something was wrong. He got up and walked around your bed to sit beside you.

He gently carried you to sit on his lap to give you a hug as you explained every last detail of your dream to him. When you're done, he puts a protective kiss on your forehead and helps you back to bed, lying down beside you. Your head rested on his shoulder and one of your hands on his chest while the other stroked his hair.

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Ransom Drysdale

The day was off to a good start. I said it started well. But when you arrive in literature class, your last class of the day, it was usually spoiled by three girls from your class, Morgane, Elyne and Camille (sorry to those with those names, heart on you <3).

You try to sit as far away from them as possible, but of course the teacher asks you to sit in your usual place, i.e. IN FRONT OF Morgane and her friends. Reluctantly, you have followed your teacher's instructions, trying along the course to pay no attention to them.