𝔻𝕚𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕤 || Chris Evans & Sebastian Stan x Reader Imagines

SS- This World

You're living the dream, Hollywood, California, parties, movie premieres, it's just really a dream come true to be able to make others smile. There was someone though, your fame brought him to you, he's kinda annoying.

This is your world. When you and your soulmate are at a certain age, both of you would have three thick black lines on your wrists. No one really knows what the three lines signify, but all we know is that once you've met them, the lines go away.

Anyways, let's hop into the day where you got these three black lines -which was your birthday-. You were supposed to be on set for a new movie and another day with that bastard. You stretch your arms before standing and going to the bathroom to do your morning routine.

When you rub your eyes to adjust to the lighting, your eye caught something black, you look into the mirror.

Not smudged.

You don't bother to wash your face or anything yet, you decide to look at your wrist. Three lines...

THREE LINES?!

You quickly brushed your teeth and don't even bother to change your clothes, instead, put on a jacket and ran out of your trailer to your manager or best friend.

"Hey, Archerll!" You look at her wide eyed, signaling that something happened.

"Hey, YN. Happy Birthday, you're up early. And... You haven't changed your clothes." She obviously didn't get the sign.

"Something happened."

"Oh, is it...?" She gave you a weird look.

"What? No!" You roll up your jackets sleeve to reveal the lines. "This happened."

"You're just playing with me, right? Hahaha." She takes your wrist and tries to rub it away without hurting you. "Holy cow."

"More like holy shit, what do I do?"

"Here, cover it with make-up or something." Archerll hands you some cotton buds and rubbing alcohol.

Your manager squirts some of the alcohol onto the cotton buds and rubs it all over your wrist, but nothing seemed to work.

You both curse under your breaths. "I-I'll figure something out, for now... Don't say anything to anyone."

"I'm not stupid, but I hope that you could cover that shit up before shooting."

On your way back to your trailer, which was quite far from where you found Archerll, you came across an asshole.

"Hey, grumpy cat. You're up early, not looking too good but hey." Said your 'hot' dumbass co-star.

"What are you doing walking around like an idiot at the break of dawn?" You sass back.

"I was just about to say Happy Fucking Whatever, so yeah, you're welcome." He shrugs. "Get your ass ready for shoots."

You say nothing and walk back to your trailer as fast as possible maybe to have your daily mental breakdown about your useless, good for nothing co-star.

You actually don't hate him, it's kinda weird. You don't even remember how your relationship with Sebastian became like... That. You don't know if he feels the same way you do. So continuing to treat him the way he treats you was probably the best way, because he wouldn't listen if you tried to explain your feelings to him anyways.

"How the hell." You mutter under your breath.

The lines couldn't be covered, you tried everything. When you gave up, there was nothing left to do but to get ready and try not to grab attention from a whole crew of cast members, directors and what not.

***

"You're late." Said Sebastian as you walk into set, his arms crossed.

"I know, I have eyes to tell the time." You snap back.

"Ugh." He looks at your wrist and his eyes widened. No way, it couldn't be. He thought.

"W-what are you looking at?!" You hide your hands behind you.

"Nothing, grumpy cat." He turns on his heel and walks away.

***

You and him are shooting the scene where both characters are arguing, Sebastian grabs your wrist where the lines are. You pulled your hand back in panic.

"The hell are you doing?!" Asks Sebastian in anger that they'd have to retake. But on the inside, he did that to see if his eyes had tricked him. Turns out that it was true, the lines...

After shooting, Sebastian acted weirdly throughout the day. No teasing, insulting, cursing and such, you can almost say that he was avoiding you. You started to feel worried, and bored without him.

No, I can't think this way.

You also realized that the three lines had become two, don't worry, the author is just as confused as you are. Even though she thought this story through, she's just typing whatever she thought about at the moment, which also means that the story... Isn't how she planned it to be.

At night, you decided to knock on his trailer's door. There were shuffling inside before the door clicks open to reveal Sebastian in a white tank top with a pair of shorts, he looks shocked and confused at the same time. "W-why are you here?" He stutters.

"You've been acting weird, no insults today?" You said, sarcastically.

Sebastian looks around in, out and around the trailer before grabbing your wrist and pulling you into his trailer. The light, refreshing and sweet smell of mint and vanilla filled your lungs.

You stared at Sebastian, eyebrows furrowed. "What are you planning to do-"

Sebastian shows his wrist which also had two black lines on it. "I saw yours this morning, so don't try to lie that you 'don't know what I'm talking about'. I lost a line awhile ago, did you?"

You sigh in defeat, "Yeah, so..." Your eyes widen as you realize that this guy could possibly be your soulmate.

You both sat there, looking at the lines. "What's the cause of one of them disappearing?" You ask out of pure curiosity.

"I heard that actions make them disappear."

"So insulting each other makes them go away?"

"No, you idiot. A-actions that involves... Love? I don't fucking know."

"... You touched me when we shot a scene... Do you think it's-"

"That's right! So we are soulmates..."

"Yeah, guess you're right."

You cannot bear the awkwardness that's in the room, but Sebastian decides to speak what's in his mind supposedly for a long time.

"I... Never really hated you, it just became a bad habit to do so. I'm like a child at heart to be honest, like 'boys hit you because they like you' kind of shit." He muttered the last part almost inaudibly.

"R-really?" Your cheeks started to heat up.

"Yeah. Can we start over?"

"U-uh, yeah, we should."

I'm really sorry if this part is confusing, badly written and short. I've lost inspiration, even thought of ending the book right here. But my decision with the book now is that I'll rarely update. Once I'm able to cope with my studies, I'll consider updating regularly again. Thank you again, for reading my made up fantasies. :)

And yes, I've heard the news since Tuesday (but it's Monday if you live in the US) that Earth lost a superhero, but I believe that he's now one of heaven's superheroes now. Rest In Peace, Stan Lee.