Description: One day, you see something crazy on tv leading to cuddles with your favorite superhero.
Warnings: Fluff. So much fluff. Also adorably clumsy Evan. Also insecure Evan?
“EVAN THOMAS PETERS!! GET YOUR FAMOUS BUTT IN HERE!!”
Your boyfriend flew into the room with a wild expression and hair sticking in different directions. “ARE YOU OK? ARE YOU HURT? WHAT IS HAPPENING?” Evan panted as he checked you over, making sure you were alright. “I’m fine you idiot. Look at the tv.”
You happened to be flipping through channels when your boyfriends name read across the screen.
“..and the nominees can be viewed on MTV.com.” You dove for your laptop, threw open the cover and furiously began typing.
“Babe, what’s going on?” Evan was thoroughly confused by the way you were acting. “SHH!” You finished typing and started to busy yourself with clicks and scrolls. You seemed to find what you were looking for and practically threw the laptop in poor Evan’s face.
“Look! Look! Oh my gosh, look!!” Evan caught the computer midair and scrutinized the view that was presented on the screen. The page read, ‘MTV Movie Awards. Best Comedic Performance Nominees.’ “No. You’re messing with me.” You laughed at Evan’s expression. “This is all very serious Ev. Oh and go back a page.”
He did as told and it basically said the same but with Action Performance. “TWO?! Holy crap!” “Babe this is so huge for you. Being nominated for two big awards? SO PROUD!!”
Evan suddenly became quiet. He looked at you with an unreadable expression. Extremely confused and a little worried, you asked, “what’s eating you, babe?”
He slowly set the laptop down and stepped over to where you were sitting on the couch. “You,” he said.
“Me?” you asked. “You. These are your awards.”
By now you were very worried and reached to check his temperature. He was probably just overexcited.
“Babe. I don’t believe you’re thinking straight. What’s up?” “This is your award. You’re the one who got me out of bed every morning even if I was being an arse about it. You made sure I was fed and hydrated so I could function at work. You supported me every night I felt I wasn’t doing Peter justice. You were.. are my rock. I wouldn’t even have got the audition if you hadn’t pushed me to. So yeah, these are your awards.”
The room fell into a calm aura, setting your emotions skyrocketing. “Sure I helped you, but that’s just it. I helped. Who’s the one who read scripts until three in the morning making sure he wouldn’t screw up his lines? Who went to the gym even though he hated it there so his character would look the part? Who acted the same scene for sixteen plus hours one day and was just as excited to do the same thing the next day? That was all you, baby. So if you want to call the awards partially mine, I’ll let you, but they are yours and you did everything to deserve them. You are a great actor and your coworkers tell me they’ve learned a lot from you. I’m so proud, baby. I’m so proud.”
Evan was practically in tears now. He always questioned his acting ability yet you always could reassure him. He could never tell you how thankful he was for you. He just couldn’t do it without you by his side. Someday he’d ask you to be with him forever. Just not yet.
“Thank you, baby girl. I love you so much.” “I love you too my Quicksilver.”
That day ended in cuddles watching his X-Men movies.
CR7: “ I do not touch, never touch the trophies, ever, because it’s bad luck. Is this the cup? Spectacular, beautiful.
Now I do not take it, you never know, you never know. I’d like to win it, it would be a dream, but there is still a lot before succeeding, we will see.
The dream must always exist. We will see how it will be. The teams that will be. The fate also. It depends on many factors. I hope that Portugal has a chance, lucky enough to win a trophy that has never won in history. It would be nice.
Thank you!” @all-about-cr7