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Imagine Chris falling in-love with you at first sight.

A/N: First of all, pat yourself on the back for donating to Christopher’s Haven. You’re doing a good deed by donating and you’re a step closer to possibly meeting Chris. Secondly, I know we all want to win the draw so here’s something to soften the blow when we find out we’re not that lucky. Lastly- if you haven’t donated, go donate! It’s for a really good cause.

You still couldn’t believe that you’d won the draw, that out of hundreds and thousands of people that went into it- you were the one who won the chance to spend an entire day with Chris Evans. It felt like you were dreaming and you were about to wake at any moment only to find out that- it’d been an extremely vivid dream. From the moment you got the phone call, to the moment the plane ticket and hotel information arrived in your mailbox- you’d been living in a wonderful daze. Even now, as you and your best friend stood in the lobby of the hotel waiting for Chris’ publicist, you were still in that wonderful daze.

“I still can’t believe you chose me to take with you,” Hunter chuckled. “You know Lia is plotting your murder, right?” He quizzed and you nodded, laughing. “She thinks you brought me so you could have Captain America all to yourself.”

“Yes and no,” you responded vaguely.

You’d actually chose Hunter- a guy- because you wanted a buffer. You knew that if you brought Lia- a girl- she’d be freaking out as hard as you and make things even more awkward for Chris. Hunter was a fan but he was first and foremost a guy who was indifferent to celebrities, he saw them as normal human beings unlike yourself. You needed his indifferent attitude so that if you freaked out too hard, you could use him to calm yourself. That and- it would probably be easier for Chris to small talk with a guy who liked football than a girl who wrote fan fiction about him.

“I’m here already,” Chris told his publicist as he entered the hotel lobby. “I drove from my house?” He scanned the vicinity for the blue wristbands he was told about. “I have a car, I don’t need you to send one for me. Why didn’t I wait for you? Well, I didn’t want it to be overly formal. I’m thirty-five, I think I’m capable of looking after two people for a day.”

Chris caught sight of the blue wristbands as his publicist continued to go over the rules of the day; what he could and could not do, as well as what you and Hunter could and could not do. He hummed a few “mm hm” in response then fell silent and felt his lips part in awe when his eyes landed on you.

There was no explaining what he felt when he saw you, it was like- everything in the world suddenly made sense. His vision became clearer, his hearing more pristine, and his heart- pumped harder than it’d ever pumped before. You were beautiful- there was no argument there- but it wasn’t your ridiculously good looks that drew him in. There was something about you, something about your aura that enticed his entire being. He watched you intently from a distance as he tried to figure out what it was about you that made him feel both excited and calm; he couldn’t but he knew he didn’t want that feeling to ever go away.

“Holy shit.” You spotted Chris and quickly grabbed Hunter’s arm, squeezing it till he winced. “He’s coming over!” You hissed, beckoning your head in Chris’ direction. “He’s coming over, Hunter! Oh my God, Chris Evans is coming over! What do I do? How do I act? Is this dress okay?” You felt yourself start to panic. “Hunter!” You hissed, tightening your grip.

“Oh my God,” Hunter narrowed his eyes at you. “I know you love him but can you just-” He yanked his arm out of your vice-like grip. “Calm down? He’s just a human being, good looking but still human. You don’t need to be anything other than yourself, okay? He’s going to love you, Y/N.”

“What if he doesn’t?” You breathed, suddenly worried. “What if he doesn’t like me at all?”

“Then he’s a jerk and you can find yourself a new celebrity crush.” Hunter answered and slipped his hand into yours, giving it a light squeeze. “But I doubt that, who could hate someone as adorable as you?”

“Thanks,” you giggled softly.

Chris felt his heart sink a little when he saw Hunter take your hand. Of course someone like you had a boyfriend, it’d be a surprise if you didn’t. He let out a quick sigh then took a deep breath and forced a smile onto his face; it killed him knowing you weren’t available. But then again, it wasn’t like he had a chance with you anyway. You looked to be in your early twenties and what would a twenty-two year old want with a thirty-five year old?

“Hey guys,” Chris greeted the both of you and a nervous whimper escaped your throat. “It’s good to have you here with me today. I’m Chris,” he held out his hand for you to shake. You stared at it for a moment then shook it, wincing when you realized how sweaty your palm was. “And you are?”

“I’m um…” You trailed off, unable to find your name in your thoughts.

“I’m Hunter,” Hunter told Chris and shook his hand. “This is Y/N. Sorry about her,” Hunter chuckled softly. “She’s really nervous ‘cause she’s a really, really big fan. She’s usually very talkative and a lot more coherent, but I guess that’s when she’s not in the presence of the man she talks about all the time. She’ll be fine in a few minutes, she just needs time to process the situation.”

“That’s fine,” Chris smiled at you and you blushed deeply. “Should we get going? My car’s outside and the people at the escape room are waiting for us. We’ve got a whole day together but the escape room thing has a set time that we have to meet.”

“Sure,” Hunter nodded.

Chris led the way then glanced back at the two of you. Were the two of you together? He couldn’t tell, but the way Hunter introduced you and spoke to him- he didn’t sound like a boyfriend. A boyfriend would’ve been extremely jealous and hostile towards the guy his girl talked about all the time, even if it was a celebrity. Chris needed to know so he decided to test the water.

“It’s nice of you to accompany your girlfriend to spend the day with me.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” You finally summed up the courage to speak to Chris; you cringed knowing that the first thing you said to Captain America was that and not ‘hi, my name is Y/N.’ “Hunter and I are just friends,” you repeated when Chris glanced back at you.

“Dating her would be like dating my sister,” Hunter agreed. “She is very much single as her standards have been ruined by you and her own writing. She’s one those girls who likes old school love, all talk no sex.”

“Shut up,” you blushed deeply.

“That’s not a bad thing to like,” Chris slowed his walk so he could walk alongside you instead of in front of you. “The world could use a few more girls like you, it’ll definitely make dating and being in-love more worthwhile if I had someone who appreciated old school love.”

You smiled and Chris smiled back.

“You know what,” Hunter pulled his hand out of yours and stopped, causing you and Chris to stop with him. “I’m feeling kinda off.” He patted his stomach. “I think I ate something bad at breakfast. Why don’t you two go ahead and enjoy the day, I’ll just hang here.”

“No,” you narrowed your eyes at Hunter, “you’re coming.”

“No, I’m not,” Hunter said then smiled knowingly when he saw a slight excitement flicker in Chris’ blue eyes. “You two have fun, I’ll see you later.” He looked over your shoulder at Chris and smiled, nodding tersely and getting one in return. “Just so you know, her mother will kill us both if anything happens to her.”

“Duly noted,” Chris nodded.

“Hunter!” You hissed when he started to walk away. “Don’t leave me alone!”

“Surely spending the day with me alone won’t be that bad,” Chris joked and you winced, turning to face him with a nervous smile. “I know you’re nervous but- you don’t have a reason to be. I’m just like any other guy,” he assured you.

“I don’t know if I’m going to survive being trapped with you in an escape room,” you admitted and he chuckled softly. “Don’t take this the wrong way though, it’s because I really like you and I feel like I’m going to freak out pretty freaking hard if we’re trapped together.”

“How about we ditch the escape room?” He suggested and you raised an eyebrow. “We can always just hang out. I think that was the whole point of winning this draw, you get to spend the day with me. The escape room was just something the reps came up with, we don’t have to do it.”

“What would we do?”

“Well- you’re a huge fan and you’re in my hometown, I figured I could give you a guided tour. I could take you to all the spots I went to growing up, take you to my favorite coffee house, my favorite restaurant, my favorite bar? I think you might enjoy that more than being trapped in a room with me.”

“Oh, I’d enjoy being trapped in a room with you,” you told him and he chuckled softly. “But um-” you bit back your smile. “I think I’d like the guided tour more. But that’s only if you want to,” you quickly added, “I don’t want to impose on your privacy.”

“I would love for you to do that.” He smiled and you smiled but felt your eyes narrow in confusion. “But in exchange, I’d like to get to know you a little better too. Who is Y/N other than a Chris Evans fan who loves old school love?” He asked rhetorically and you chuckled softly. “Do we have a deal?” He held out his hand for you to take, not shake.

“Deal,” you nodded and placed your hand in his.

Part 2, maybe? I can see it happening, definitely.

Counting the days until my boyfriend comes to visit again at the end of December. We’ll celebrate our first New Years together.

He’s applied to move here (we’ll have a better life in Sweden, the US would be a serious downgrade lol), but the process is so slow. >_> Flying between the US and Sweden isn’t exactly all that cheap either. It’s about a thousand usd for the plane ticket each time we see each other, and then you have to get time off work… No, this long distance crap needs to end. We’ve been at it for years, so I can’t wait for it to be over.

PLEASE READ ALL THE WAY THROUGH
OKAY SO THESE ARE MORE OF EMERGENCY-ISH YCHS
Not really emergency
I need to get a special someone his Christmas gift and it happens to include a plane ticket to a state way too far from my own state.
So I need around like $700 before the 20th
Because I’m ballzy enough to try this.
So I’m really hoping for these to sell out.

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