𝔻𝕚𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕤 || Chris Evans & Sebastian Stan x Reader Imagines

CE- Bump

"Argh, God I hope he doesn't kill me." You whisper, walking out of the plane and out of the air bridge as fast as you can.

You were traveling alone, in New York to be exact. Now you're back in LA, carrying a backpack and taking big steps to meet your possibly pissed dad.

You were late because of a crowd, who blocked the exit of the plane. You don't know why, and you don't care. You were tired and just wanted to go back to your apartment and sink into your bed.

You wouldn't have to worry about work since you work by yourself as an animator on YouTube. You're pretty popular, but no one knows how you look like.

Enough blabbering. You were walking as fast as your short legs could take you, head down, hoodie over your head and hands shoved into your pockets.

Suddenly, your face came in contact with a hard surface.

It was someone else's chest.

Confused, you rub your forehead and look up to the person you just walked straight into. He was tall, has sparkling blue eyes and dirty blonde american classic hair. And he was wearing a hoodie with a cap over it.

You snap out of your trance and apologize. "I'm so, so sorry."

He gives you a reassuring smile and says, "It's okay, I wasn't looking. A-are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Are y-" You were cut off by the vibration of your phone.

It's your dad.

You excuse yourself from the familiar stranger and pick up the phone.

"Umm, hey honey. Are you waiting there already? I'm sorry to tell you on such a short notice, but I couldn't pick you up." Your dad's voice was heard.

"What? Who's gonna pick me up at this time?" You said in a worried tone. "How-"
There was a beep, and you pull your phone away from your ear.

He hung up.

"You gotta be kidding me." You muttered, barely audible.

"Umm, hey. You seem a bit worried, are you okay? I don't mean to be nosy." The good looking man rubs the back of his neck.

"I don't mind. I'm fine, you don't have to worry." You try your best to fake a smile, he doesn't look amused.

"Really? I'm an actor, I can know a fake smile when I see it. My name's Chris by the way." He extends his hand and shakes yours.

"YN. Pleasure to meet you."

"Likewise. Now if you don't mind, I'll be on my way." Chris nods and turns around with his hands shoved into his pockets. Just when he took the first few steps...

"Wait!" You called out to him.

He gave you a feeling you can't explain, was it butterflies? The heart-skipped-a-beat shenanigan? Whatever it was, you wanted to know more about him.

He stops in his tracks, secretly thanking you for stopping him. He would kill to spend more time with you, but if no one's stopping him, then he'd shrug the feeling off.

He turns around, an eyebrow raised, as if asking you, "What is it?"

"Is there a chance that I can meet you again sometime?" You ask, fiddling with the hem of your jacket. It felt nerve wrecking.

He lets out a laugh. "Sure. We can switch phone numbers, that way we can keep in touch."

You both switch numbers and hand each other's phone back. "See you around?" You ask nervously.