A Saturday Evening
Summary: The reader and Chris have a normal evening when Chris randomly bursts out something the shocks the reader
Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader
Warnings: You could die from the fluffiness
Word Count: 770
A/N: This was requested by @createdbytinyaddiction , #34 and #39. Hope you like this love, thank you for requesting 💕 Enjoy!
You thought that going upstairs and working in your office would help you with focusing. You thought your 35-year-old boyfriend would just let you focus, knowing how much work you had. But this is Chris we’re talking about a.k.a “a meatball”. He could never sit still when he was alone. You were lucky if he sat still for more than five minutes, which he could but only for football. And honestly, you didn’t mind it; his silliness was what attracted you to him. As you started you work you heard him yell ‘ah”, you knew right there and then that something bad was about to happen. And you were right because, after a short while, you heard glass shattering. You groaned while getting up, going to check what had happened.
“Chris!” you called out, worried someone broke in; you really needed to stop watching thriller movies.
“Stay upstairs!” he called back, and of course that made you even more worried. You continued your path downstairs asking,
“No reason,” Chris ’s voice was higher than usual, which called out his lying. You walked into the kitchen gasping, as you seen shattered glass all over the floor and Chris standing there like a child that got caught doing something bad.
“What happened?” your eyes widened taking in the scene before you. Asking yourself what could possibly shatter like this.
“It wasn’t me!” Chris said trying to defend himself which made no sense cause it was only the two of you in the house.
“We live together. You can’t blame this on anyone else.” You said narrowing eyes at him, placing a hand on your hip. Chris took a short moment, chuckled and replied with,
“Right, good point. Well, long story short, I thought there was a spider so to defend myself I grabbed the closest thing I could find which was a vase and threw it at the floor.” You tried really hard to be mad, to be upset at the fact that he broke a crystal vase because his mind played a trick on him; but you couldn’t. You knew how Chris reacted to spiders and you also knew that you would probably do the same thing.
“Right… cause the spider would’ve killed you,” you teased with a smile.
“Hey! Don’t act like you wouldn’t have done the same thing. Now, please will you go get me the broom.”
“Yes Captain,” you saluted before went to get the broom, leaving Chris to chuckle at your actions.