Dilemma | A Chris Evans, Ransom Drysdale, and Steve Rogers x Reader Fanfic

First Day

Your alarm went off at 8am sharp. You sat upright immediately and started to untangle your legs from the blankets. You couldn't wait for your first class of the day: art history.

"Good morning," your roommate, Isabella Soare, smiled from her desk. She was up all night making stuff for her art portfolio.

"Morning! Get any sleep?" You dangled your legs off of the edge of your bed.

She shook her head, "Maybe a good three hours..."

You laughed and stood up to stretch. You and Isabella briefly met the night before, which was after you toured the campus with Chris. She had just settled in when you introduced yourself.

"What classes do you have today?" You asked her as you picked out your outfit of the day.

She set down her paintbrush and swiveled in her desk chair to face you, "Well..." She gave you a rundown of her schedule, leaving you speechless.

"Dude, I only have like two classes today..." You laughed in disbelief. "Good luck! Do you want anything from the cafeteria for breakfast?"

Isabella shook her head again and turned back to her artwork, "I'll head down on my own once I finish this portrait. Thank you, though!"

You nodded and smiled in response before quickly changing into your clothes. You continued your morning routine: brushed your teeth, put on nice makeup for your first day, and whatnot.

Afterwards, you fixed your bedsheets and picked up your backpack, which had a few notebooks weighing it down already. "I'll see you later!" You gathered all your necessities for the day and headed for the door.

"Have a great day!" Isabella chirped.

With that, you walked into the quiet hallway. You checked the watch on your wrist for the time—it was only 9am You decided to head to the cafeteria for some breakfast because your art history class didn't start until 10:30am.

Luckily, you ran into Chris and some of his friends from his fraternity house on your way to the cafeteria. You two made eye contact, making your heartbeat speed up as your breath got caught in your throat. He gave you a tiny smile before turning back to his friends to say something.

He was dressed in gym gear: a tight-fitting shirt, gray sweats, and his exercise shoes. He must've just finished his morning workout routine because his forehead was shiny and his shirt was drenched with sweat.

"I'll catch up with you guys back at the house," he "bro-handshaked" his friends before jogging up to meet you once you reached the bottom of the stairs.

You smiled, "Good morning."

He smiled backed, "Morning. You ready for your first day?"

"More than ever! I'm running super early, so I was gonna grab some breakfast." You started to walk away from him, already feeling your cheeks flare red.

"Mind if I join?" He caught up to you and held the cafeteria's door open for you.

You nodded, "Sure. Thanks." You stepped into the cafeteria, immediately overwhelmed with how busy it was already.

"Here," Chris grabbed your hand and started guiding you through the cafeteria with a breeze. He stopped at an empty table and gestured for you to sit down, which you did. "What do you want? I'll go grab it for you. The employees love me."

You laughed, "So cocky...but, um, I don't know. What do they have?"

He stuck his tongue out at you, "Oh, the basics. Muffins, croissants, breakfast burritos..." He rambled on and on.

"Can I get a blu---" he interrupted you.

"Blueberry muffin? Coming right up!" He speeded away to the other side of the cafeteria.

You chuckled to yourself at the fact that he knew what you wanted. You two truly were best friends. You glanced down at your phone for the time: 9:45am.

Only five minutes passed once Chris came back with not one, but two blueberry muffins in his hands as well as various fruits. He gave you a toothy smile and set the food in front of you and himself.

"Breakfast is served," he said in a posh accent.

"Thank you," you smiled and took a bite of the freshly made muffin.

He nodded in response and began chowing down on his own breakfast. "What classes do you have today?" He asked in between bites.

"Art history and some business class. I don't remember the name." You patted a napkin over your lips. "I'm really excited. I heard the professors for those two classes are really good."

"I'm glad to hear that! My first class isn't until 1 in the afternoon." He continued to blabber on. You noticed how much Chris talked with you. It was interesting, but you didn't mind. You were on the quiet side anyways. You two complemented each other really well.

The two of you continued to catch up before you had to head to your first class, which he offered to walk you. You declined because you didn't want to feel dependent on him. After you finished your breakfast, you gave Chris a hug before leaving the cafeteria.

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You arrived at the lecture hall about ten minutes early, but the professor and some students were inside already. So, you found a seat towards the front of the room. Your professor looked up for a brief moment and gave you a light smile before returning back to the task at hand.

"Hey," one of the students nearby whispered to you.

You turned towards the source slowly, unsure if they were speaking to you. You made eye contact with a man who seemed too old to be a college freshman. He was dressed in semi-formal attire: a button down shirt, slacks, and dress shoes. He seemed very old-fashioned.

"Hi," he repeated himself and gestured to the empty spot next to you. "Would you mind if I sat next to you? I realized that I can't see the board from here."

You hesitated, 'What if he's a serial killer trying to get closer to you?' You shook the question out of your head and nodded, "Sure." You wondered why he didn't choose any of the other empty spots close by, but then you realized that the class was starting to fill up since it was 10:35am. The front row would soon be filled. You set your bag on the seat next to you as you waited for this mystery student to join you.

"Excuse me. I'm sorry, " you heard him apologize as he made his way towards you. You removed your bag once he reached you. "Thank you so much."

"No worries," you nodded and pulled out a blank notebook as the professor stood up to begin his lecture.

Class went by pretty quickly. Your professor, Mr. Douglass, let everyone out early because it was just an easy course overview day.

"I'm Y/N by the way." You introduced yourself as you began packing up your stuff. You decided it would be a good idea to make friends on your first day.

He held out his hand for you to shake, "Steve Rogers."