100 and Counting Down Part 2-Chris Evan x Reader
I should be revising but I felt bad for not posting anything. Okay? Your girl has another 19 exams so….yeah…fuck me! Part 1 (x) if you haven’t read it
Your body was unresponsive. Your parents were screaming for you to come back to them and to make your heart beat again. It wasn’t working, the only think that you were thinking of was to follow the white light. To see if Heaven was real or not. It intrigued you. The last thing that happened was an ominous voice that said “97″.
You had seen a lot more of Chris recently. He picked up Miles from school and dropped him off in the mornings and it gave you a chance to talk to him and you knew him better from the daily interactions. You learnt that he actually played Captain America-a superhero that your niece adored. She was practically in love with Steve and you wanted to let her meet Chris-if it was okay with him. He had your phone number in case of emergencies involving Miles but neither of you had texted the other.
“Uncwe Chris!” Miles screamed from inside the classroom and you took him to the door where he met his uncle. The little boy ran and hugged the man and you couldn’t help but appreciate how good he was with children and how the scruff of his beard looked especially good.
“Hi, Y/N. How’s this trouble-maker been today?” Chris ruffled Miles’ hair. He looked directly into your eyes and you melted just a little. Miles told his uncle that he was going to play with one of his mates and ran off to Luke. Another boy that was in your care.
“He was good.” You smiled at him and he took a step closer to you. His mouth was close to your ear and you could feel his breath against your, now burning up skin.
“Have coffee with me?” His voice was low and soft. It was incredibly sexy and a soft blush emerged from your cheeks. He slowly pulled away from you and you nodded, a small smile graced your lips. “Six, tonight. I’ll text you.” He winked and walked off calling for Miles.
Hey, beautiful, text me your address and I’ll pick you up. You screen flashed with a message from Chris and you couldn’t help the smile on your face as you read it. You responded with your address and your flatmate handed you a cup of coffee as you both marked papers.
“Who’s texting you?” She raised her eyebrows at you and you instinctively put your phone down screen first. “You’ve got a shit-eating grin on your face.”
“Just some guy..” Your voice trailed off. “I’m meeting him for coffee later.”
“The same guy that you met a few weeks ago?” She was very good at reading people which made it almost impossible to hide any secrets from her. “Tell me about him.”
“Yes. His name is Chris.” Her eyebrows shot up to tell you to carry on. The pair of you were good friends so you didn’t mind spilling to her. She knew most of it, but she didn’t know that he was Chris Evans. Until now. “He plays Captain America…”
“Are you shitting me right now?” She almost jumped out of her skin and then she studied your facial expressions. She concluded that you were telling the truth but she was pissed that you hadn’t told her sooner. You ticked the simple questions on the sheet that you asked the kids to answer and you had finished the small pile. “As much as I’d like to interrogate you, you should probably get ready.”
You went to your room and changed into an oversized jumper and leggings. You wanted to be relaxed and the air had started to cool. You finished the rest of your coffee and went back to talking to Helen. After a while, the door rang and you answered it.
Chris was at the door and he looked amazing. Everything about him was effortless yet sexy. Something that you envied greatly. “Hey, Chris. Do you want to come in, or should we head out now?” You slipped on your converse and he took a moment to appreciate how good you looked.
“Let’s just take a long walk and we can get to know each other better.” He took your hand and the pair of you went to the coffee shop. You then left the place and he dragged you around Boston.
“You aren’t from here, are you?” Chris had picked up on your accent and you laughed. He intended on asking you ages ago but he never actually did.
“Nope, how’d you guess?” You had a coy smile and tilted your head a little and your gaze went straight to his lips.
“Your accent, obviously. When did you move here?” The weather got even cooler and Chris held you closer to him so that with every breath you took his cologne drowned your senses.
“A few months ago. I wanted a change from home and there was a job here so I took it.” You wanted to hear more about Chris and his life. “What brings you back to Boston?”
He looked at you closely and then answered your question. “Boston is home. My family is here, my mom is here and in my eyes, it’s the most beautiful place on earth. I can travel around the world and be in awe at the sights but nothing takes my breath away more than home.”
You were entranced by the way he spoke so passionately about home. It was rare to see someone so proud of their home and their family. “You love it here.” It came out barely above a whisper.
“I can’t help it. It holds some of the most amazing people here. I can’t keep away.” He looked you directly in the eye when he said that. Your heart raced against your chest and he stroked your face with his right hand.
You had no idea where the surge of courage came from but you got on your tiptoes and kissed Chris gently on the lips. You were a little paranoid about coffee breath when you pulled away but he didn’t care. He stopped you from moving too far from him and this time, he put his lips against yours. It was slow and soft, his beard scratched your skin and your arms were laced behind his neck as his hands kept you up.