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Wildest Dreams: A Chris Evans x Reader One-Shot

“Are you going to remember me when you’re a star, Chris Evans?” “I think you’d be hard to forget. You gave me the best summer of my life.” And he knows that it’s true. Sitting in the back of his truck, with you in between his legs, back against his chest, he knows that it’s true. He wraps his arms around you, and he can almost forget that it’s the end of the summer. He can’t feel the cold creeping in. “.. How’re you going to remember me?” “…” “…” “You’re wearing that light blue sundress, and your hair’s pulled down. It’s tickling my face, but I’m never going to complain about that. We’re sitting in the back of my truck, watching the sunset. You’re laughing at another one of my stupid jokes, and you’re making me feel like I’m going to die ‘cause I’m so happy. That’s how I’ll remember you.” “You think we’ll ever see each other again?” “Of course we will.” He presses a kiss to the side of your head, tightening his arms around you. “Even if it’s just in my dreams. We’ll see each other again.” Chris wakes up with a start. He runs a hand over his face, shaking his head to get you out of it. He hasn’t had that dream in years. How long had it been since he last saw you? He tucks his hands behind his head, thinking. 3, 4 years? Maybe it’s time to go home and find you.

And that’s what has him standing on his parents’ front porch, wondering if this will really work. He hasn’t been home since Fantastic Four released, and that was only months ago. He reaches up, and knocks his knuckles against the door. Chris shoves a hand back into his jeans pocket, trying to keep it warm from the cool September air. He’s humming to himself when his father opens the door.

“Ah, so the prodigal son returns.” He jokes, opening the door more. Chris grins at his dad, shaking his head a bit.

“It hasn’t been that long.” He hugs his dad briefly, moving into the household. “Where’s Ma?”

“Ah, she’s just in the kitchen, baking and talking..” Robert closes the door behind Chris, leading the way into the house. Chris slings his coat against the back of a chair, following his dad.

“So nothing’s changed then, huh? Who’s she talking to?”

“Nope. Nothing’s changed.” Robert’s grinning, and he doesn’t bother to answer Chris’s other question. The two walk closer to the kitchen, talking about the potential for the Patriots that season.

“I’m telling you, Dad, the guys could make it all the way again.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt it, son.”

“Well, you’re making it sound like -” Chris cuts off his speech when he enters the kitchen. He spots his mom first, and he smiles at her. Behind her is something that makes him lose his breath. Scooping cookies off of a pan, laughing with his mom, is you. Chris swears you haven’t changed since the last time he saw you. He’s sure that you’re wearing the same blue sundress from all those years ago, this time paired with a jean jacket. And he’s sure that he’s teleported back five years.

“Chris!” His mom exclaims, spotting him in the doorway. She meets him halfway, pressing a kiss to his cheek as she wraps her arms around him. “I’ve missed you.”

“Hey Ma, I missed you too.” He tears his eyes away from you, seeing you smile at him, to focus on his mom. He presses a kiss to her cheek and returns the hug tightly. “You makin’ my favorite cookies?”

Lisa releases him, “Not me, but she is.” Lisa gestures to you, nudging him closer to you.

“You’re letting her bake?” Chris jokes, “Last time, she nearly burned down the house.”

“I did not! I just burned the cookies.” You exclaim, setting the spatula down.

“That’s basically the same thing.” Chris steps closer to you, rubbing his hands together. “You look good.”

“You don’t look so bad yourself.” You smile up at Chris, turning to face him. “It’s been a while.”

“Five years.” Chris states, then blushes slightly. Lisa and Robert leave the room, leaving the two of you alone. “Sorry.”

You shake your head, “Nothing to be sorry about. You’ve been pretty busy.” You open your arms for a hug, and Chris steps into it easily. Unbeknownst to the other, you both close your eyes and relish being back in one another’s eyes. “You did really great in that new movie of yours, by the way.”

Chris chuckles, and you feel your stomach flip like it did before. “You saw it?”

“Of course I did.” You laugh, shaking your head a bit as he releases you. “Why wouldn’t I?”

Chris shrugs, taking a cookie off of the plate. He takes a bite out of it. “I dunno. Just.. With what’s happened.”

You snort, “I’m hanging out with your mom, Chris. We both knew what was happening, we agreed to it.” You tear off a bit of his cookie and pop it into your mouth. “Honestly, I don’t think we could’ve ended it any better.”

“I should’ve called.”

“You were busy.”

“Still.” Chris shrugs a bit, looking down at his cookie. He breaks pieces off into his hands. “What have you been up to?”

“Well, I graduated from college last year. That was a pretty big deal. And now, I’m doing what I always wanted to do.” You shrug, smiling. “I’m happy.”

“Do you spend your time being happy with anyone else?” The question tumbles from Chris’s mouth before he has the chance to process it. His cheeks flare up, and he crushes a bit of the cookie in his fingers. You let out a loud laugh, and Chris shakes his head,“I’ve already fucked up. Go figure.” He’s grinning too, though as your laughter dies down.

“I am single, if that’s what you were asking.”

“That’s what I was asking.”

“Well, there was my answer.”

“So, would it be okay if I asked you if you wanted to get a drink later, to catch up?”

“That would be great, but I’m not getting out of work until late tonight. So, you would have to come over and we’d drink there.”

Chris pretends to think about it for a minute, before nodding. He pops another bit of cookie into his mouth. “I’m sure I can find my way over.”

It’s ten o'clock that night, and Chris has found his way over to your apartment two hours ago. The two of you are sitting on your couch, facing one another. The coffee table in front of the couch is decorated with empty bottles and a now-empty pizza box that Chris had brought over. Your cheeks are hurting from smiling so hard, and Chris is sure that his sides are about to burst. The first hour had been spent catching up with one another, and the latest has been spent walking down memory lane.

“You know, I bet if we looked, our initials are still carved into that tree.” You state, reffering to the tree that swore you and Chris would be together forever.

“I wouldn’t doubt it! I would not doubt that at all. I mean,” Chris takes a swig of his beer, “We were the only ones who ever went into those woods. I never took anyone back in there in my truck, 'sides you.”

You roll your eyes, “That’s because I was the first girl you took back there before you left.”

“No, it’s because you’re special.” Chris grins at you, before letting it begin to slowly fade from his face. “You remember the last time we went up there?”

“How could I forget? I had mosquito bites on my thighs for weeks, because somebody-”

“No, no! I was talking about before we made lo- sex.” Chris corrects himself, unsure if he should still call what the two of you did “making love.” You notice his correction, but don’t play upon it. “When you asked me if I was going to remember you.”

“You told me you would.” You smile, “You’d remember me in that dress I wore today, and you said that we would see each other again. Even if it was just your dreams.”

“And I was right.” Chris grins, rolling his bottle between his hands. “We’ve seen each other again, and I saw you in my dreams.” That damn alcohol. Chris curses when he reveals his secret, but he knows he has nothing to lose so he doesn’t try to recover.

You bit your lip, smiling before you take a drink from your own bottle. “I dreamed of you too.”

“Really? You don’t have to do me any favors.”

“Really, Chris.”

Silence hangs in the air for a moment. The two of you stare at each other, slight smiles on your faces. You aren’t sure who makes the first move, but, in the next second, you both have your lips upon one another. And, just like that, the passion that the two of you had before reignites. It takes over the two of you, and Chris leans you back onto the couch, and you pull him to cover you. You pull off his t-shirt, and his hands slip your dress over your head soon after.

And when it’s all over, Chris falls on top of you. Your breath mixes with one another, making the two of you warmer than you were before. Your arm is still across his back, holding onto your shoulder. His breath dances over your collarbone quickly. The two of you are more intoxicating to one another than any of the alcohol you had drank.

You let an airy laugh fall out of your mouth, running a hand through your hair, “God, I missed you.” Chris’s shoulders shake with his laughter. You feel his hands move underneath your back, his fingers pressing into your skin as he holds you tighter.

He puts his chin against your chest, allowing him to look up at you. His eyes are a bright blue, and he’s smiling up at you. “I missed you like crazy, too.” He reaches up and presses a kiss to your lips. You let your hand rest on his cheek. When Chris pulls back, he rests his head against your chest again and squeezes you briefly. “I’m never going to let you go again.”

“I’d be pretty offended if you did. That’d be the second time you’ve left me.”

“Well, guess it looks like you’re stuck with me, sweetheart.” You smile when you feel Chris grin against your chest.

“I think I can manage that.”

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