"say you'll see me again
even if it's just in your wildest dreams"

ik chris evans is a huge fluffball who would never hurt a soul
but shut up and enjoy the imagine
i love you

***

It was a one-time thing, a drunken party led to a drunken night.

A very long drunken night, that would be the cause of the miserable days to come.

Neither of you meant for it to happen, but it did, and you couldn't erase it.

You were harassed by the press for weeks with accusations of being the mistress that was ending Chris Evans' marriage.

It wasn't entirely untrue.

There were many times when your finger was hovering over his name in your phone contacts, and a few times you pressed it, and some of the time he answered.

As much as you hated what you were doing, you couldn't stop, and it was killing you.

Eventually, Chris got his marriage intact again and cut off any contact with you, which was probably for the better.

You thought you would finally be able to stop focusing your life on him, but to your surprise, it didn't stop.

You were in love with him.

It was a thing you refused to believe, but deep inside you knew it, and you hated it.

After being nominated for an Oscar, you were more than happy to attend the ceremony, not realizing that he would be there.

You both eyed each other on the red carpet, careful to keep it subtle and not let anyone see.

You were asked a few questions about him throughout the night which you expertly answered, denying any correlation between you and his marriage drama.

"I didn't even know it was happening until after you guys started questioning me," you shrugged as the interviewer nodded and continued with her set of inquiries.

The after party was classy, no one was too drunk, the alcohol and food were good, and you hadn't seen him yet.

Yet.

You took a toothpick with cheese from a platter and spun around, effectively hitting a chest which destroyed your snack.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see-"

Silence fell over the both of you as you saw the dark haired man in front of you.

"Hello to you too," he smiled. He grabbed your arm and moved you to the assortment of food on a table. "you're kind of bad at this acting thing."

You didn't say anything, you only took a small plate and started putting things on it.

"We shouldn't be..." you started to talk.

He nodded, "I get it. But no one knows. I think they might though if you keep acting so suspicious."

"You don't," you turned around to face him. "you don't understand."

He raised an eyebrow and you shook your head at his cluelessness.

"Let's talk?" he offered, and you couldn't refuse.

You both met outside the venue a while later.

"Where's your wife?" you asked.

"Mingling with some celebrities," he smiled. "you think she'd be used to this after 5 years."

"It almost stopped at 3."

He frowned, "Let's not talk about that."

"But Chris," you tried to sort out your thoughts. "there's just - you don't understand. We really can't talk."

"Help me understand," he put his hands in his pockets, a sudden cold washing over him despite the warmth of the night.

"I, Chris-"

"Spit it out already!"

"Fine, I'm in love with you!" you said a little too loudly.

He took your hand, pulling you deeper into the back of the area where no one could hear you yell.

"What the hell?!"

"Screw you!" you yelled, turning away only to be spun back around.

"You're in love with me?" he asked you, disbelief overcoming him.

"What are you, deaf now?" you spat, wrenching your arms away from his own.

He pursed his lips, "What - what do you want me to do?"

"Stay away from me," you felt tears start to brim your eyes. "please, it's better for both of us."

He nodded, his mouth agape.

"But please," you started. "promise you'll remember me?"

"How could I ever forget?" he moved to touch you, only to have you move out of his reach.

You shook your head.

"I promise that you'll see me again, Chris," you promised him.

"Where?" he scoffed playfully. "my dreams?"

You nodded, laughing, saying your final words to him.

"Only your wildest."