SOBS LIKE A BABY

4

Ally.“ Peeta says the words slowly, tasting it. 

"Friend. Lover. Victor. Enemy. Fiancee. Target. Mutt. Neighbor. Hunter. Tribute. Ally”

 I’ll add it to the list of words I use to try to figure you out.

The problem is, I can’t tell what’s real anymore, and what’s made up.

anonymous asked:

Omg, Sky, what if pastel!Dan was being bullied for wearing skirts and dresses and so one day he breaks down in the bathroom and punk!Phil comes in there and tries to talk him out the stall but can't at first. Eventually Dan does come out of the bathroom (fluff or smut, your choice)

warning ; transphobic slurs, bullying, physical and verbal abuse, pro self harm

Stay strong, Dan. C’mon, stay fucking strong. 

You’re strong, right? You’re not a wimp like they say you are. 

Dan felt his lip tremble, and he clenched his fists at his sides, bunching his soft blue skirt in his hands. Damn it. 

But really if Dan was being honest, he couldn’t take it anymore. The teasing, the shoving, the random insults in the hallway. He didn’t know what he had done to any of them. 

Dan flinched as another of the boys shoved him against the lockers, right after he had gotten up. The guy sneered at him; Dan avoided his eyes, calmly trying to move past him. Someone laughed. 

“Fuckin’ tranny. No boy who’s right in the head would wear a skirt to school,” one of the by-standing girls whispered, not trying very hard to keep it quiet. 

Dan bit his lip; he could feel the tears welling in his eyes but he refused to let them spill. It wasn’t fair. He tugged at the sleeves of his sweater, wiping at his eyes. 

School was an arena. It was a bloody showcase, and he was under the lights. He felt like everyone gathered around just to watch him be hurt, day after day. And none of them ever spoke up! 

“Aw, look! It’s gonna cry. Poor thing,” one of the boy’s said loudly, mocking him, snickering, and everyone laughed. Dan moved faster, and the boy who had said it followed.  

Dan sniffed, biting his lip so hard he could taste blood, and held a hand to his face. It was hot. 

Suddenly something hit his back, something that burned, and he could feel it explode. He stopped in his tracks, letting out a cry, feeling the boiling liquid drip down his thighs and onto his socks. 

Someone had thrown their coffee at him. 

Dan let out a soft whimper, trying to comprehend how much that actually hurt. The laughter rang in his ears like an alarm he couldn’t find the off switch to.

He caught the gaze of a boy, standing by his locker, watching all this with wide eyes. 

Dan knew him, he was in several of his classes, but they never really spoke. He didn’t think he even knew Dan’s name. He was tough, cold and dark, the opposite of Dan. Dan would be scared of him, but he had never really done anything to him. 

 Dan held his gaze for a moment, before looking away and bursting into tears. Choked sobs fell from his lips as he spun around, running straight to the nearest boy’s bathroom, the still hot as hell coffee dripping down his back. 

He had no doubt his sweater and skirt were both ruined, but he didn’t check. He rushed to the back of the room, pushing open one of the stall doors and locking it behind him. 

He crumpled to the ground, burying his face in his arms, shaking with sobs. It wasn’t fair; he didn’t know how much more of this he could take. His back hurt, everywhere the coffee touched, actually. He had no doubt he had burns. Wasn’t that assault? Why did no one stop them?

Because no one cares, Dan. You’re a toy to all of them, a spectacle. 

Dan whimpered, trying to keep himself quiet. He didn’t want them to hear him like this. 

Even his family couldn’t help him. When he had told his mum about the bullying, she had said, ‘Well, i’m not surprised. With how you dress, there’s sure to be hate. Maybe try dressing a little less flamboyant, honey.” He hadn’t tried telling his dad after that. 

Dan thought about the forums he had been on the night before. He had been searching for something, anything, to help him keep sane. He came across all these pro-sites… pro ana, pro self harm… and he had fallen too deep. He had spent hours reading all the awful posts. 

Dan, don’t cry. Crying is for wimps, weak people. You’re not weak, are you? You’re a big boy, keep it in..

Dan shook his head, tugging at his hair. Even he was abusing himself now. 

“Dan…?”

Dan jumped at the voice from the other side of the bathroom, the door creaking open. He didn’t recognize it. It was low, and husky; laced with worry. 

Dan kept quiet, trying to camouflage into the white tile wall. 

“Dan, I know you’re in here,” they said again, a small sigh echoing against the walls. 

“N-No,” Dan stuttered, hiccuping. “’M not.”

A quiet chuckle, and they knocked on the door gently. 

“Please let me in,” he said quietly. Dan bit his lip. 

“No. You’ll hurt me.”

Another sigh. 

“I won’t, angel,” they boy said, and he sounded sincere. “I would never.”

There was a moment of silence as Dan thought, chewing on his lip. 

“Why not?”

“Because no one should hurt someone as sweet as you, doll,” he replied immediately, leaning against the stall door. “I promise, I’m not here to hurt you, honey.” 

Dan felt his lip tremble again, the tears threatening to spill again. 

“I’m not coming out,” Dan whispered. “it’s not safe, they’re gonna hurt me.”

There was silence, and then - “I won’t let them hurt you, angel. I promise.”

Dan took a shaky breath, rolling the boy’s words around in his head. He sounded sincere… 

Dan decided he would take a chance, just this one time. 

He unlocked the door, pushing it open. 

It was him. It was the boy from the hallway, and up close, Dan could see how blue his eyes really were. He grinned, tugging at his leather jacket to straighten it. His happy expression soon turned to worry as his eyes flickered over Dan’s red eyes, messy hair, and stained clothes. 

“Shit, are you alright, angel?” He asked, his eyes widening, and he held out his arms as if to hug him. 

Dan took the offer, sinking into his arms without a second thought, sobbing into his shirt and clinging to him like a baby. Phil immediately embraced him, running his fingers through Dan’s hair like he had been waiting years. 

Dan sniffed. “You’re surprisingly cuddly. What’s your name?”

Phil chuckled, dipping two fingers under Dan’s chin to bring his face up. “Phil. Are you alright, angel?”

Dan rubbed his eyes. 

“I dunno.”

Phil wordlessly spun him around, tutting at the stain on his sweater and lifting it up to reveal his back. Dan heard a gasp. 

“What? What’s wrong?” He asked, turning and trying to see what Phil was seeing. Phil let out a low, growl-like noise. 

“They burned you, babe,” was all he said. 

He grabbed Dan’s wrist, tugging him over to the sink. He started to take Dan’s sweater off, raising his eyebrows to ask for permission. Dan nodded slowly. 

Phil folded it up, although it was already ruined, and set it on the counter. He got a paper towel wet, pressing it to Dan’s lower back. 

Dan jumped, flinching away from the sting, and Phil put a hand on his shoulder. 

“It’s alright, love,” he said softly, running his thumb over the skin. Dan shivered.

After Phil was done soothing his burns, he turned him back around, smiling at him. 

“I have a solution, no need to fear,” he said, grinning and shouldering off his jacket. He tugged his shirt over his head, exposing his pale chest. Dan frowned. 

Phil turned his own black shirt back right side out, gently pulling it on Dan, and picked up Dan’s sweater, putting it on, stain and all. Dan blinked at him. 

Phil looked down at himself, grinning. “Damn, I look good in pink.”

Dan giggled. “I think so too.”

“Well,” Phil held out a hand, tilting his head and licking his lips. “Shall we go? What’s your next class?”

Dan bit his lip, nodding and taking his hand, a shock running through him when their fingers intertwined. 

“English.”

Phil smiled crookedly. “Hey, me too. I’ll be your bodyguard.”

So… maybe someone did care. 

4

*rolls in at 1am* I made it, I made it!

I don’t know what to say besides: thank you, Gravity Falls. Thank you for making us laugh, for making us come together as a community, and for encouraging me to become more open with posting art.

These are just some of the lessons I learned from this wonderful show, and I wanted to further share. Thanks GF, I’ll miss this family :’)

anonymous asked:

McCree, Reaper, Soldier, Lucio, watching you die but luckily Mercy brings you back

A/N: Angst, but with a happy twist, how nice! I’ll try to oblige accordingly, though it might be a little difficult since it’s almost 3am and I’m tired. There’s one more request in the inbox besides this one, but it’s about a video that I need to watch, so I’ll write it out tomorrow.

McCree:

  • You were a little too adventurous on the battlefield and took a shot to the stomach, but McCree’s close by. He calls Mercy over on comms, but she can’t be there immediately. He’s not a medic, but he’ll do what he can to stop the bleeding. His normally suave self will begin to unravel as he realizes that he can’t help you, tears begin to run down his face. He’ll angrily keep calling for Mercy over comms, desperate for her help to keep you alive, while trying and failing to maintain his composure for you. He’ll keep telling you it’ll be okay, but the lack of sensation in your body begs to differ, and he’ll eventually just start cradling you in his arms. Your breathing is shallow by the time Mercy finally gets over to you, everything is just a haze through your eyes, though you can faintly make out McCree’s emotional gestures. You shut your eyes for a moment, giving it to the cold embrace that gently caressed you, before being ripped back to the warmth of life. You can make out the determined look on Mercy’s face as your vision begins to clear, her staff standing nearby, it’s beam enveloping your body. McCree’s pulled you back into a hug before you know it, sobbing like a baby as he embraces you, happy that he didn’t have to say goodbye to you. He promises to keep you safe from here on out, you won’t go on a mission without him at your side.

Reaper:

  • Reaper isn’t exactly on friendly terms with Overwatch, though they needed every gun they could get for this mission. If Reaper went, then that means you went too. The two of you were a team, on and off the battlefield. You’d take the brunt of an explosion, shrapnel would be embedded in your body, Reaper’s ethereal form kept him safe from the blast. He’d clear out a safe zone before checking back in on you, surveying the damage done. The wounds are deep, and there’s nothing he can do to help you, his powers only work for him. He’d call for a medic, his focus back on the battle, distracting him from thinking about your injuries. He looms over you as you bleed out, weighing the option of taking your soul while you pass on, carrying you with him wherever he goes. He simply apologizes as he crouches beside you, holding your hand as you begin to slip away, your grasp slowly beginning to loosen. He’d roar at Mercy once she arrives, demanding that she saves you, pointing a gun at her head almost habitually. After she diligently works to bring you back from the brink, he’d simply nod at her as he watched you regain consciousness. He’d demand you stay put until the job was done, disappearing into the fog, the distant screams of his victims announcing his arrival.

Soldier 76:

  • Soldier has a biotic field, but that’s only for minor injuries, anything too serious and its effects are heavily diminished. He’s by your side the entire mission, and refuses to leave you when you get hit. He’ll drag you behind some cover, leaving his biotic field beside you to numb the pain while he covers your position, demanding Mercy to get over there immediately. He’ll glance over occasionally while he covers you, his visor hiding his concerned face. People with wounds like yours don’t usually make it back in one piece, and it’s not looking good. He’s desperately trying to clear the area, Mercy can’t work if she’s being shot at, but that means he can’t help you himself. Pulse rounds continue to rain as he fires away, their rhythmic sounds the only thing you hear as you drift away, the biotic field doing little to keep you in one piece. He’ll question if Mercy can save you when she arrives, still covering your body despite your passing. He silently lets her go to work, desperately hoping that she can save you. Your long inhale when you awaken is all he needs, he places a hand on your shoulder before mantling over the cover, intent on finishing the fight so that you’ll be safe.

Lucio:

  • Being a support Lucio’s used to keeping people alive, but there’s only so much his healing beats can do. He’ll try to mix things up to heal you more, but even he has his limits, and he’s asking for assistance the moment he realizes he can’t save you. Watching you bleed out is heart-wrenching for him, and he’s in tears before he finishes his call for help. He’ll try tinkering with his music, holding you close, doing anything he can to slow the process down while Mercy arrives. Eventually he’ll come to terms with the fact that Mercy won’t be there in time, and shifts to making the process as comfortable for you as he can. He’ll play your favorite song as he cradles you in his arms, crying gently as you slip away, your smile fading as your eyes shut one final time. Mercy arrives soon after and immediately goes to work, performing surgery in the field while Lucio provides assistance. Through some sort of miracle she manages to pull you back to the world of the living, and Lucio couldn’t be happier. He pulls you into a warm embrace, thanking Mercy profusely as he refuses to let go of you, staying by your side until the battle is over.
Fake Chats #119
  • Jimin: hey, Kookie, remember when you were entering high school, how small and tiny and cute you were?
  • Jungkook: I'm pretty sure you've got two out of three wrong.
  • Jimin: and you were this lost, little baby and we went out to eat and we were just so proud and you couldn't stop smiling?
  • Jungkook: again, only partly true.
  • Jimin: and now you're a big adult but you're still so cute and I'm so proud of how well my little Kookie is turning out!
  • Jungkook: I'm proud of me too.
  • Jimin: stop growing up! *flings himself onto Jungkook*
  • Jungkook: um, hyung?
  • Jimin: you used to be my baby, what happened to you? *something that sounds suspiciously like a sob*
  • Jungkook: hyung I...I'm still your baby, don't worry.
  • Jimin: promise?
  • Jungkook: *rolls his yes* I promise.
  • Jimin: can I sleep with you?
  • Jungkook: way ahead of you, hyung.
Marrying Jung Hoseok

Marrying Bangtan Series: Park Jimin | Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by joeguk

  • You were about to go to bed after a long marathon of all your favorite kdramas, which had subsequently led you to laughing, smiling and crying simultaneously, when knuckles rapping loudly against the door made you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. 
  • “W-Who is it?” You asked cautiously, walking towards the door with slow steps. 
  • “It’s me” 
  • “Hobi, what’re you doing here so late?” Your hands reached for the door but you stopped yourself, “We aren’t supposed to see each other before the wedding, is everything okay?” 
  • “Yeah,” His voice was unsure and you leaned against the door, “I-I was just wondering if you were, I don’t know, having second thoughts?”
  • His question caught you off guard, worry and anxiety striking your heart
  • “I’m not, are you?” You replied back, voice steady and calm
  • “No but I just,” You could hear a stifled cry, “I just don’t want you to regret this, to regret being with me.”
  • You scoffed at his words, god if only you could open this door, you’d yell at him for even suggesting such a thing.
  • “Baby,” You cooed softly, knowing that yelling wasn’t going to do either of you any good, “I love you and one day, maybe after a few years of being with you, I want to look in the mirror and see someone like you, someone capable of sacrifice, courage and love.”
  • “I could never regret marrying you, Jung Hoseok and I can’t wait to get married to you tomorrow.”
  • You could hear a soft laugh mixed with a sob and smiled softly to yourself. If only you could open the door and hug him, it would’ve been perfect.
  • Damn you and your stupid superstitions.
  • “Ugh, I’m supposed to be the one making you cry, not the other way around.” He chuckled and you could feel his weight pressing against the wood of the door.
  • “Sadist, aren’t you?” You giggled, “Well, I’d stay and talk but I need to go to bed if you don’t want your girl to have raccoon eyes tomorrow.”
  •  “Oh hush,” He remarked, “Fine, sleep well, I’ll be waiting for you at the altar.”
  • “I’ll be the one in white.”
  • The next morning, you woke up calmly and were making yourself a nice cup of tea when your best friend came barging in with a few other girls trailing behind her, no doubt holding multiple bags of make-up, shoes, accessories and whatnot.
  • And when she saw you sitting calmly by the counter, sipping tea.
  • She took a deep breath, willing herself not to yell at you and spoke to you in the most sarcastic of tones
  • “Will your majesty please go have a fucking bath so she can get dressed for her fucking wedding?”
  • “Can’t even speak a full sentence without swearing, can ya?” You chuckled, putting the mug in the sink before going to do as she asked, “God, I should’ve never picked you as my maid of honor.”
  • “Hush,” She replied, pushing you into the room, “The dress is on the bed, please try to hurry up, won’t you?”
  • After that it was a blur of getting dressed and letting her have her way and putting on your makeup and fixing you hair
  • Although you had to admit, the end result was more than worth it.
  • “Thank you so much,” You spoke softly as you neared the venue in your car, your hand gripping hers as she was on the phone, checking with her husband if everything was going well on the groom’s side, “For everything.”
  • “Anything for my best girl.” She chuckled as the car halted to a stop, stepping out before you and helping you with the dress as you walked towards the elevator.
  • Unsurprisingly, your wedding was on the rooftop of the hotel, with enough people there to make it memorable but not messy
  • “Ready to go?” Your father asked, holding his hand out and with a nod, you linked your arm with his as you walked down the aisle.
  • You saw Hoseok, standing under the makeshift arch, looking absolutely perfect and ethereal in his suit with his smile so bright, you almost felt your eyes squeezing shut from the brightness
  • Once you reached him, your father let go of your hands, giving Hoseok an approving pat on his back as he held your hand.
  • And then the priest began reciting all the cliché lines, Hoseok repeating it with fervor and as much as it painied your pride to admit it, you did too
  • And then comes the time for the vows
  • And for you to sob like a three-year old who dropped their ice cream
  • “Baby,” He cooed softly, “I don’t even know where to start, gosh,” He was frazzled, millions of thoughts running through his mind but he settled on a few, “Yesterday, when I was at your door all terrified and scared, your words calmed me down instantly, just like how you help me feel at ease every time I get stressed at work.”
  • “And I just want to say, that you’re the only one in front of whom I can break down, bare myself with all my weaknesses without the slightest bit of hesitation because you, you are the only one who can put me back together.”
  • “And that’s because you make me whole.”
  • In your mind, you’re already remarking, oh great, I won’t be able to say anything because I’m dead, k thanks, peace out
  • So, after a few minutes of sobbing and your cheeks stained with tears you manage to speak:
  • “I may not be the best of people, hell, I’m probably even the worst but you, you make me so unbelievable happy and warm and just so happy. When I’m with you, everything else is secondary to me because to me, you are my priority. You are my sun, moon and stars, shining oh so brightly in my life and illuminating the darkest of my days.”
  • “And even though I doubt I can make you as happy as you make me,” You paused, taking a deep breath, “I will, for the rest of my life, try to love you the best I can.”
  • You can already hear your best friend cry, her husband, Jimin, comforting her in his arms as you leaned in to kiss Hoseok, both your cheeks wet with tears as they pressed against each other yet you had never felt so warm, so happy.
  • Once you break away from the kiss, the priest himself shedding a tear at your vows, officially pronounced you husband and wife, the guests burst into an applause and you smiled embarrassedly as you leaned against Hoseok who has his hand wrapped around his waist.
  • The rest of the evening goes into attending to your guests, engaging in conversations with your friends and receiving some really emotional yet mildly amusing toasts from all of them.
  • As they begin to leave, you and Hoseok head for your room in the hotel, having booked one of the most amazing honeymoon suites that they had to offer.
  • So, you go into your bathroom, putting on the most ridiculous piece of lingerie you had ever seen, yet you had let your best friend convince you into buying it, saying something about how good your ass would look in it.
  • And so, you washed your face, ridding it of the makeup, brushed your hair and put it on, eyeing yourself warily in the mirror but after a few minutes of contemplation, gave up and walked out.
  • Only to find Hoseok lying on the bed in one of the fluffy white bathrobes with a rose in his mouth that hilariously dropped to the floor when he saw you.
  • “Oh, dear lord…”
  • You shifted uncomfortably where you stood, hands flying up to cross at your chest before yelling, “I’m going to go change!”
  • “Don’t you dare, baby girl,” His deep voice grabbed your wrist, pulling you back and slamming you against the wall, “I like it.”
  • And that’s when you realize that domseok has come out to play.
  • But you’ve never been one to back down from a fight.
  • Leaning back, you look cockily at him before speaking in a stern tone
  • “Why don’t you,” Your fingers pulled his chin up, kissing the length of his throat, “Show me how much you like it, babe?”
  • And let’s just say the rest of the night goes rather spectacularly
  • With you whispering about how much you love your husband when he’s begging for you and him whispering back how much he loves his wife when she’s screaming his name at the top of her voice.
  • But in all seriousness, once you’re done with your night’s celebrations and you’re lying comfortably in each other’s embrace holding your hands
  • Your fingers running over the gleaming silver adorning each of your finger’s
  • You can’t help but feel happy, like everything is just the way it was meant to be
  • And you have nothing short of an eternity of it with each other.

Originally posted by jinful

~Admin Sangria (who hopes this killed her wife, Midnight) 

Imagine Chris fulfilling his promise.

A/N: Yes, got this finished before I head out for the day. Thank God the time zones mess with my sleep schedule, right? 😂 This is a request from @ateliefloresdaprimavera. I hope you like it, love. I did, it’s honestly so cute. ❤️ And I love Mckenna, she’s really a doll. I can’t wait to watch ‘Gifted’, I’m going to sob like a baby.

Chris’ head titled as he watched you with a smile on his lips; he still couldn’t believe that he finally got to meet you in person. You’d both been in attendance of the same award shows and parties before, but he’d never gotten to chance to cross paths with you. It wasn’t until the 89th annual Oscars, at the Vanity Fair after party, that he finally caught you. You were talking to Octavia Spencer, who was a dear enough friend to Chris for him to butt into the conversation and introduce himself to you. The second your hands touch, Octavia excused herself. The look of adoration in Chris’ eyes did not go unnoticed, by you or Octavia. You were a fan of Chris’ so you’d heard him talk about how much he liked you on his interviews which was incredibly flattering, and as for Octavia- Chris had told her numerous time that he’d kill for a chance to speak with you; she wanted to get out of there before he killed her.

“You’re staring again,” you said and chuckled when Chris darted his gaze away. “I’m teasing,” you laughed and placed a hand on Chris’. “You’re fine. I like it when you stare, it’s very flattering.” He smiled and turned his hand palm up, entwining his fingers with yours. “So this is Chris Evans flirting, huh?”

“Actually,” he chuckled. “This is Chris Evans trying very hard not to freak out.” You smiled, brushing your thumb over his hand. “I’m so honored to be in your company, like you have no idea how happy I am right now.” You felt yourself blush. “You’re just such an amazing person, Y/N. This is the first time I’ve officially met you and I can say without a doubt that I’m in-love with you already.”

“Okay,” you chuckled, “I’m not that amazing.”

“I’d beg to differ,” he smiled. “You are that amazing.”

“You just met me, Chris. Are you seriously that sure about me already?” You quizzed and he nodded, smiling. “Oh please,” you giggled. “You think you know me, but you just know the person I portray when I’m in public. When you take me out on that date, you’re going to realize that I’m not all that and you’re going to get over this little crush you have on me.”

“That’s not going to happen,” he shook his head, chuckling. “Because sweetheart,” he pulled your hand to his lips and mumbled into your skin, “I’m going to marry you one day.” You laughed and nodded mockingly. “Just you wait and see,” he winked.
• • • • • • • •
You sat backstage with Lisa and Mckenna’s mom at the Ellen show where Chris and McKenna were being interviewed for their upcoming movie, ‘Gifted’. You smiled as you watched your husband through the TV, enjoying his interaction with Mckenna as you subconsciously smoothed your hand over your small baby bump. He was just going to be the greatest father when your child came along and you couldn’t wait until your little one arrived.

“Was it fun working with this guy here?”

“Yes,” Mckenna looked over at Chris, smiling. “We were always singing and dancing and he’s so nice. He has such a kind heart. He’s always doing charity and…” She trailed off, giving Chris time to respond to her sweetness.

“I pay her,” Chris chuckled, waving it off though he thought it was a huge deal that Mckenna liked him so much. It gave him a glimpse of the life he was about to have with you, hoping his own child would adore him as much as his on screen one did. “It’s not a big deal.”

“You know what’s a big deal though,” Ellen began, smiling because she too was incredibly happy for you and Chris. “You’re going to be a dad soon,” she said. Immediately Chris smiled and Mckenna clapped, bouncing excitedly in her seat. “Your lovely wife, Y/N, who is someone I absolutely adore.” Chris nodded, his smile growing wider with each second. “She’s how many weeks now?”

“She’s about fourteen weeks, so um- we’ve still got a while to go before the baby comes,” Chris answered. “We’re very excited, yeah. It’s been a long time coming, I’ve been waiting for this moment for what seems like forever.”

“Yeah,” Ellen chuckled. “I think she said the last time she was on the show- I believe it was your second wedding anniversary?” She quizzed and Chris nodded. “She said that you actually told her you were going to marry her the night you met her.”

“Uh…” Chris chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah, I did.” He nodded and the audience clapped. “Um- She’s just one of those amazing people that you have a small window of opportunity with, y'know? I’ve been waiting for a chance to speak with her for so long that when I finally got it, I knew I wasn’t going to let it get away. She’s the one,” he shrugged, smiling. “Um-” He glanced over his shoulder when the audience clapped; Ellen had put photos of the two of you up on the screen. “Yeah, she’s beautiful and perfect and- I’m just the luckiest man on the planet.”

“Awwww,” Mckenna cooed, making Chris laugh. “That’s so sweet! You see what I mean? He has such a kind heart! He’s such a nice person, Ellen,” she told Ellen who nodded in agreement. “I just think he’s going to be the best dad and Y/N is going to be the best mom. They’re so lovely and I really like them together.”

“Aw,” Chris laughed, wrapping an arm around Mckenna, “you’re such a sweetheart. Y/N and I love her, we’ve told her parents numerous times that we’d gladly take her in if ever something happened to them.” Everyone laughed; you looked over at Mckenna’s mom, smiling, and she chuckled. “I just hope that my child loves me as much as this one.”

“Oh, of course!” Mckenna looked shocked that Chris would even say that. “Chris, you’re going to be so amazing as a dad and your baby is going to love you so much.” Chris smiled. “Trust me, you’re so much fun. There’s no way that your baby is going to love you any less than I do.”

“I agree,” Ellen nodded. “Both you and Y/N are going to be amazing parents. I wish you all the best and I urge everyone to watch ‘Gifted’ which comes out on 12th of April! The movie is absolutely amazing, the two leads are just so incredibly talented.” Chris and Mckenna smiled at each other before turning to the audience. “Chris Evans and Mckenna Grace, everyone!”
• • • • • • • •
“Hey you,” you smiled at Chris when he entered the green room with Mckenna by his side; she ran over to her mom to talk about how well she did. Chris, on the other hand, smiled and walked over to you, pulling you to your feet to hug you. “You did so good, baby. The tap dancing was top-notch,” you teased and he chuckled.

“Thank you for marrying me,” he whispered into your hair after pressing a kiss to your head. “I don’t know where my life would be if you didn’t say yes. I definitely wouldn’t be as happy as I am now, and-” he pulled away to place his hand on your bump. “I wouldn’t be a father.”

“You’re going to be an amazing father,” you smiled and placed your hand over his. “And I believe I’m the one who should say thank you. We wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you, Chris. So thank you,” you wrapped your arms around his neck and his hands landed on your waist. “Thank you for fulfilling your promise to marry me one day.”

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// it’s your girl cae over here dying from writers block, hello hello

V and Saeran not added because I didn’t know what to make for theirs I ran out of ideas ;((

{ Valentine’s Day Special }

Zen:

- He may be talented, but making chocolate was some sort of chemistry. It takes so long too? Why?

- He tries his best though, totally has a “ kiss the cook ” apron on.

- There wasn’t much time until you got back from work; so he tried to make chocolate covered cherries. He watched youtube videos, he really wanted it to look nice.. And they do turn out nice! Only problem? He didn’t use wax paper. Little shits stuck to the bottom of the paper towels and.. Yeah. Not very appealing.

- Mentally freaking out while trying to peel bits of paper off of the bottoms.. But it’s not working the best.

- “ Zen? I’m home! ”
SHIT he jumps and drops the pan with a huge crash

- You walk in at the perfect moment– Zens shocked expression and chocolates littering the floor. It’s a movie perfect scene, you can’t help but burst out in laughter. To which Zen grumbles about with a red face.

- ” What’s all this? ” You singsong, setting your things down on the countertop as you help your boyfriend pick up the mess.

- “ Ah.. I was going to surprise you but– Turns out ”chocolatier” Isn’t something i’m able to put on my resume..”



Jumin:

- He’d been reading up about making sweets, he’s not one for chocolate but he knows how you love them so.

- Had Jaehee order the ingredients and tools, he started before you even woke up. Sadly, the smell of burnt cocoa was too strong to hide. It smelt horrible.. Who knew something so sweet could smell so awful. When you wake up it’s the first thing you ask about– And he’s honest, He tried and failed badly so he ordered you a giant box of assortments instead. But you refused to leave it at that, you tug on his arm to get him to leave his chair– His nose was stuck in a book, but he put it down to see what you wanted so badly.

- You grab two aprons, pulling one around yourself and placing the other on your husband. You didn’t really know how to make it, but since Jumin read up he knew. Instructs and helps along the way, the manual work of cooking and keeping careful eye on the chocolate was your job. Last time he left it unstirred for too long, causing it to burn.

- The duo you two make is amazing, but he clings to you every chance he gets. His arms wrapped around your waist and his chin resting on your head or shoulder, watching you mix and stir away. You grumble at how hard it is to move around with him stuck to you like glue– But his kisses make up for it.


Yoosung:

- He’s skilled at cooking, so it should be easy breezy. Reads some online articles before setting on a movie for you to pay attention to, claiming he has something to work on before you two settle in for the evening. Your last surprise, one out of many for the day.

- He gets to work quickly, mixing and stirring away. He was trying to make white chocolates, but the honey he added as sweetener made them.. sort of yellow. Adds a bit of pink food coloring to help it look more appealing– Thankfully it works well. He sets everything down carefully on wax paper before placing it in the freezer.

- He figures a two or three hour movie would be enough time– How about Titanic? But that movie makes him sob like a baby so maybe not. Whatever you decide he’s happy with, except horror movies. Too scary.

- Finally you both settle on a eighties musical, after lots of snuggles and quiet comments about the acting– He rushes over to the freezer when the movies over to check on his surprise. Everything looked nice.. But they kind of; Well, flattened. No longer circles, more like.. tiny splats of pink. He’s so disappointed, you join him unable to take the suspense. The sight of him so torn over this pan of pink was hilarious, you couldn’t help but giggle.

- He blushes, obviously flustered and upset that his chocolate didn’t turn out the way he wanted. But you think the act is so sweet regardless, plus it tastes amazing. You just.. have to eat it in chip form.

Jaehee:

- She knew how much you loved sweets, so the night before valentines she sneaks away to the cafe to make you something special for tomorrow. It had everything she needed there, cook books as well. How hard could it be?

- She wanted to go traditional– Milk chocolates, simple yet delicate. She’s adorable in her little pink apron, she tries her hardest to make everything look nice and beautiful. She drizzled chocolate in the shape of a heart as well.

- She decides to head back home for the night and get them tomorrow after your date, it would be a nice surprise.

- After everything’s done and you both are heading home, she chimes on how she needs to pick something up from the cafe– bringing you along with her. Inside, she excitedly pulls out the chocolate. But the heart kind of spread.. It looks sort of bumpy and uneven. She’s disappointed, but you’re quick to shush her– Breaking off a small piece and putting it in your mouth. It melts instantly, causing you to moan. And her to blush.

- It was sweet of her, you said how grateful you were for the gesture before giving her a small kiss– the taste of the chocolate stuck to your tongue. Even though it didn’t turn out like she wanted, it was still nice to snack on for the night.

Seven:

- God 707 can do anything he sets his mind to! He watches ONE youtube video and thinks he’s ready. Singing loudly in the kitchen while you’re in the other room, talking to him through a door so it could be a ’ surprise ’

- Wants to make dark chocolate ;) and he actually does a pretty good job? Surprising since he didn’t do much research. But he cant wait four hours for it to freeze. So honestly he just throws it in two bowls and eats the batter, even suggests using it as dip for honey buddha chips. He tried it and pretended to have a revelation because of how good it was.

- Proceeds to grab a finger full and smear it on your face, to which you do the same to him as payback. He claims you look ’ just too sweet ’ and chases you around the house with a face full of chocolate, claiming he has to clean you up. Except with his tongue, when he captures you he proceeds to pretend you’re some kind of lollipop despite your pleas, Saeran walks in to Saeyoung licking chocolate off your face and immediately shuts the door screaming.

” I can never catch a break in this house, I swear. ”

NCT 127 watching a sad movie
  • Taeyong: tries to hide the fact that he's crying like a baby but fails epically
  • Taeil: sobs so loudly that no one can hear what's going on
  • Johnny: laughs at the sad scenes, cries at the happy scenes
  • Yuta: cries from laughing so hard at everyone else who's crying
  • Winwin: the only one who doesn't cry bc he doesn't understand the movie lmao
  • Doyoung: holds everything together until the ending credits and then starts wailing
  • Jaehyun: already emotional and starts crying before the movie even starts
  • Mark: the obnoxious sniffler
  • Haechan: denies that he was crying, "my eyes were sweating"