Imagine Chris discovering just how much you love him. (Part A)

A/N: Part 2, yo! I had to split this up into three letter parts, ‘cause I just couldn’t stop writing? 😂 You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, and 'She Said Yes’ - Masterlist; ‘Miss Graduate’: Part 1) Hope you like it ❤️

After a celebratory dinner with yours and Ava’s families, the four of you- you, Chris, Ava, and Sebastian- headed to a popular Los Angeles nightclub downtown to celebrate the way the four of you knew how; with dancing, and a lot of cocktails, though Chris avoided the latter as he was the designated driver. Both Chris and Sebastian told you and Ava they’d buy you all the drinks you wanted; Sebastian’s wallet was safe as Ava wasn’t a big drinker, but you- on the other hand- took Chris’ offer very seriously. All the times you had to turn down drinks because you had class, or work the next day- well, you made up for it tonight. You were lucky because you had a loving fiancé, his best friend, and yours to look out for you while you got absolutely hammered; and they were lucky because you were a happy, chatty drunk. But still, at 2:57AM- Chris cut you off and called it a night, dropping Sebastian and Ava off at your apartment before driving the two of you back to his house. But not without going upstairs to grab a few things first, the notebook you gave him earlier that day included.

“And we’re home,” Chris turned to you as his car pulled to a stop. He chuckled when you gave him a toothy grin; your glazed eyes told him exactly just how drunk you were. “Okay, darling. How about we get you an Advil and put you to bed before you pass out?” He suggested. “Don’t touch anything,” he instructed when he saw you reach for the door handle; you pressed your lips together and withdrew your hand in a childlike manner. “Just-” he chuckled softly, “let me take care of your drunk ass, please.”

He got out of the car as you huffed, “I’m not drunk,” crossing your arms over your chest. You watched as he walked around the front of the car to your side, opening the door for you. You looked up at him and titled your head in confusion when you saw him holding out his set of house keys for you.

“You hold them, Y/N,” he spoke slowly, trying not to smile as he patronized you. “You use keys to-” You cut him off, snatching the keys only to drop them on the floor of the car. Chris laughed and you pouted, realizing you were disproving your earlier statement. “Here,” he swept them up off the carpet and pushed it back into your hand. “You hold on tight,” he told you as he tucked one arm under your legs and wrapped the other around your back, “to me and the keys. Okay, my love?”

“Wheeee,” you giggled when Chris scooped you into his arms. Your arms wrapped around his neck and he laughed as he closed the car door with his foot, walking the both of you to his front door. “I’m glad you’re here, Cap,” you slurred your words. “'Cause I don’t think Chris would be able to carry me, he’s not as strong as you are.”

“I don’t know if I should be flattered or offended,” Chris joked, earning another toothy grin from you. “I knew I should have given you a limit instead of setting you loose. I should’ve listened to your mom and kept you away from the Long Island iced tea, or should I say teas?” You nodded then laughed, though you understood about twenty percent of what he was talking to you about. “How many did you have again?”

“Mm…” You hummed as you pondered, counting the fingers on your hands. “I think two plus three minus two. So…” You stared at your hand, earning another rumble from Chris’ throat. “Three? I had three iced teas and they were very delicious,” you hiccuped then giggled. “About as delicious as you, Cap.” You booped his nose, drawing a soft chuckle which turned into a shoulder shaking laugh when you said, “but don’t tell my fiancé I said that.”

“You got it, doll,” he smiled. “We’ll keep that one between you and me, out of respect to your fiancé’s ego. Just out of curiosity, who would you rather marry? Me, or Chris Evans?” He asked you. “Okay, think you can manage to unlock the door?” He beckoned his head at the keys in your hand and you leaned forward to fumble with the lock. “I can put you down and do it if you want.”

“I’d marry Chris Evans in a heartbeat,” you answered his first question as you successfully unlocked the door. Chris seemed slightly taken aback by your quick answer, and before he could ask for a reason- you explained your decision, “he’s perfect. I know he’s not an Avenger, and he doesn’t spend his time saving lives around the globe and protecting earth from aliens and super villains. But,” you emphasized, then paused and smiled as you continued. “It doesn’t matter because he saved this life,” you pointed to yourself, poking yourself in the nose. “He saved me. From myself, from loneliness, from…” you sighed with a smile. “Just- he saved me from all the bad in the world. So yeah, I’d marry Chris Evans in a heartbeat.”

Chris smiled at the honesty and sincerity of your answer, an answer he loved because you’d said all that while you were drunk off your face. Like you’d told him numerous times before, and wrote in your mini series- “drunk minds always speak for a sober heart.” Of course he knew you loved him, but it was always nice to know how much. “He’d marry you in a heartbeat too,” he leaned forward and kissed your forehead.

“Who?” You quizzed as Chris walked the two of you inside, kicking the door shut with his foot. The noise woke Dodger, drawing him out of the living room and into the hallway. “Dodger!” You squirmed and Chris lowered you to your feet, grasping your arm and stabilizing you when you stumbled in your heels. “Hi buddy,” you sat on the floor, hugging the pup.

“Keep her preoccupied, bud,” Chris told Dodger, his hand on the front door handle. “I’m just going to grab our things, okay? Please don’t be like the you in the story and break things,” he smiled when he heard you giggle. “I’ll be right back. Watch her like a hawk, Dodge.” With that, he walked back out to his car to grab your overnight bag and the notebook.

Oh, that notebook. Chris was excited to read it. As tired as he was, he was going to read it all before he went to sleep. The entire night, the possibilities of the content had been playing in his mind. He remembered you telling him that you started working on it before he knew your name, so it was going to be interesting to see the difference in your writing as your relationship with him progressed. That, and he just loved reading anything and everything you wrote. You had a way with words that spoke directly to his mind, his heart, and his soul. You were a drug he’d fallen victim to, except you were the good kind that did him no harm.

“Babe?” Chris called when he came back into the house to find you and Dodger no longer where he’d left the two of you. “Please don’t be in the kitchen picking up a broken glass.” He mumbled as he headed into the kitchen, letting a sigh of relief escape his lungs when he didn’t see you there. “Dodger?” He called with hope he’d bark, but nah dah. He made his way upstairs and after looking in his study and the guest room, he found you in his bedroom. You were fast asleep; Dodger was under your arm with his head on your stomach. “I knew I could count on you, bud.”

Chris walked over and gently lifted your arm, beckoning Dodger off the bed so he could lift you and tuck you under the covers. Once he did that, he took your glasses from your face and set them down on your bedside table. He kissed your forehead then turned off the lights, sliding your heels under his bed so you wouldn’t trip over them when you woke up. “It’s okay, you can get back up.” He told Dodger, who quickly rejoined you on the bed. “Look after my girl for me,” he instructed his best friend then exited the room, quietly closing the door behind him.

Chris had a shower in the main bathroom, rather than his ensuite as he didn’t want to disturb your much needed sleep. You were going to wake with a terrible hangover in a few hours, he didn’t want to speed up a process that would only torture you. He slipped on his bathrobe then settled on his couch with the notebook in his hand. He was both excited and nervous. There could only be good things about him, right? Surely you wouldn’t give it to him if what was inside was something terrible. He shook his head with a smile when he realized he was a lot like you when it came to overthinking, perhaps that was why the two of you worked.

Carefully, Chris flipped open the front cover of the notebook. On the first page where a little detail box asked who the book belonged to, you wrote in a blue with your perfect handwriting: “Chris Evans: actor, director, and an inspiration.” Under that, scribbled in a red and dated the day after you spent the night with him for the first time: “also, the greatest love I will have in this lifetime and any lifetime after.” Chris’ smile reached his eyes as he ran his finger over your words, silently agreeing with you. It was too early in the notebook to start crying, but his vision was starting to get a little blurry already. He rubbed his right eye with his finger, remembering what you told him about what tears meant depending on which eye it came out of first; the right eye was happy, and the left eye sad. He turned the page and came to one titled 'Introduction’, his hand smoothed over your penmanship and he smiled. He took a deep breath then started to read.

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Part 2B

AniMay photo challenge day 24: Food you want to eat
I would include a lot more anime food pictures, but to keep it short and simple, I picked a top three.
1. Katsudon
2.Sebastian’s curry buns
3.Blue anime popsicles. They’re supposed to be soda flavored and I’ve actually found them before at a few Japanese markets.

anonymous asked:

Hello, I really like the blog and your take on things, and I would like to ask (If you are not too busy of course) Do you find it interesting that Sebastian has a cinematic record? Im not sure if its just the lore of the Kuro universe that they have one, or if its because Sebastian has assumed human form? After all we only see him being summoned in the record with undertaker so maybe it starts from when he is summoned? Im not sure. Would like to hear your views :) Thank you x

Hi, thanks for your nice words, Anon. ^_^

It’s indeed interesting that Sebastian has a Cinematic Record. We know almost nothing about demons in Kuro and we have only Sebastian as a reference so it’s always a bit difficult to say what’s normal for a demon. Undertaker said that for a human there’s the body and the soul and when these two come together there’s a Cinematic Record which records the human’s memories. It may be similar with demons. But just like you said, I too think it could be because of Sebastian’s human form since his Record only shows scenes from the time since forming the contract (as I’ve written here before). ;)

Give me random scenarios

An anon I received (last night) asking Sebastian’s reaction if the message on the wall had read “Get in my belly” got me giggling.

It’s not even 10am, and my workday already sucks.

Undertaker could use some chuckles and is now accepting requests for character reactions to canon scenarios turned AU (like the example above).


“It would be my pleasure.”

Mr. Barnes (Part 1 out of ?)

(A/N): Here’s that mafia AU you guys! 

Summary: Living in 1940′s Brooklyn as a crime lord is all fun and games until someone falls in love

Warnings: for now just swearing and brief mentions of torture

Originally posted by fvckmxk

   Bucky huffed on his cigarette as he walked down the empty streets of Brooklyn, a crooked little smile upon his face as his dress shoes clacked against the pavement. He’d had a business meeting only a few hours before but his newer- partner- had taken a little more negotiating than others. 

   “Good evening officer,” Bucky smirked as he tucked his bloodied fist into a handkerchief, hiding the already scabbing wounds. The officer gave him a polite smile and gently tip of his hat as he walked down on the road, attempting to hide the way he nearly quaked in his shoes as he walked off. Bucky chuckled dryly as he puffed a little bit of smoke into the air, watching it curl up beautifully only to dissipate a few moments later. With a gentle sigh Bucky continued on his way, bypassing half the slums of Brooklyn and slowly, nearly leisurely, made his way to the nicer, bigger houses in the Brooklyn area. 

   The lights to his house were on and a figure stood in the doorway, their arms folded over their chest as the looked out into the road with no doubt that distasteful eye of theirs. 

   “Dot,” Bucky smiled as he made his way up the steps to his home, kissing his girlfriend on the cheek. “Hiya babydoll,” 

   “You’re late,” She sighed, tucking a red curl behind her ear. Bucky gave her a gentle smile as he flicked his nearly burnt cigarette into their rose bushes. 

   “Business ran a little later than usual, seems like old Danny won’t be able to sell secrets for a bit,”  Dot smiled, a twisted little thing as she got up on her tiptoes to press a kiss to Bucky’s lips. 

   “You cut out his tongue, didn’t’cha?” She asks with an almost morbid curiosity. Bucky smiled as he pressed another kiss to her cherry painted lips, letting her sweet taste fill his mouth. 

   “Mh, It was only fair, was it not?” Dot smiled even more, her hands sliding up to grasp at Bucky’s blood stained tie. 

   “Such a dirty boy Mr. Barnes,” She chuckled in an almost sultry tone. 

   “You know it,” Bucky gave her a little wink as he stepped away from her, waltzing into his warm kitchen. “Ah, doll, you made me dinner?” 

   “ ‘Course I did Baby, I even warmed it up for ya,” Bucky turned to Dot with a mock fond smile, an almost coo falling from his lips. 

   “You’re so good to me Dot, what would I do without’cha?” Dot smiled, an almost girly chuckle falling from her lips as her cheeks dusted a light pink. 

   “I suppose starve, you don’t ever seem to have the time to stop and eat,” Bucky smiled, turning back to look at the food with an almost ravenous look. 

   “Of course I would,’ 

    (Y/N) walked down the street, their jacket pulled around their freezing form tightly as they breathed in and out shallowly. Damn, they hated their stupid asthma and they hated stupid winter. With a wheezing little breath (Y/N) turned a corner, marching right out onto main street. (Y/N) eyed the little bakery just down the block, it’s soft lights an invitation to get out of the cold, an invitation (Y/N) would accept. With a smile (Y/N) walked as briskly as they could to the shop, pulling open the old wooden door. 

   “(Y/N),” Mrs. Rogers, the baker, smiled out at (Y/N) with bright eyes and rosy cheeks. “I was wondering when you were going to stop by today,” 

   “Sorry,” (Y/N) gives her an apologetic little smile as they remove their mittens and hat. “Asthma’s been acting up and I got here as fast as my horrible lungs could carry me,” Mrs. Rogers gave them a sympathetic smile as they browsed over the baked goods, their fingertips gently reaching out to brush along the glass. “How’s Mr. Rogers doing?” (Y/N) poked their head up from the case just long enough to give Sarah a look before ducking back down again to look at the cookies, cakes, and breads. 

   “He’s just fine deary, thank you for asking,” 

   “And what about-” The name catches in (Y/N)’s throat, as though stuck by some invisible force. “What about Steve?” Mrs. Rogers sighs, her bright eyes losing their shine. 

   “I don’t know (Y/N), he’s hardly ever visiting, he doesn’t ever write to us, we only ever see him on the streets smoking with some hooligans.” 

   “I’m sorry,” Is all (Y/N) could provide, their tone coming across as sympathetic. “It happens to the best of them,” 

   “These….these gangs are dangerous aren’t they?” (Y/N)’s head perks up again, a look of remorse crossing their winter touched features. 

   “Yes Mrs. Rogers, very dangerous,’ Sarah sighs, hanging her head in shame. 

   “That boy is going to be the death of me…” A brief look of pain crossed her features before she was suddenly perking back up again, her cheery smile returning (even if it was a bit more plastic this time). “Well, what are you going to be having sweetie?” (Y/N) gave her a small smile as they point to a loaf of bread, the steam still slowly rising from it. With a smile Sarah retrieves the loaf, placing it in a small bag for (Y/N) to take home. 

   “Tell your mother to come visit sometime, god knows she needs to get out of that house every so often,” (Y/N) chuckled as they placed a few coins on Sarah’s nearly pristine counter top before they reached over and grabbed the still steaming loaf of bread. 

   “I’ll be sure to, I’m sure she’d love to catch up,” 

   “And mind that asthma of yours! I don’t want you dropping dead on me!” Sarah calls after (Y/N) as they exit the shop with a wave, a small smile plastered on their dusted cheeks. Sarah smiles as she places the money in the register, listening to the satisfying little chime that issued when she dropped the coins in. Her thoughts drifted to (Y/N), of poor sickly, stubborn (Y/N). God bless their soul she loved them, but in this world, with their ailments she doubted they’d last very long. And oh how right she’d been…

    Bucky walked through the freezing streets of Brooklyn with a lighter in his hand, his thumb flicking over the tiny flame over and over again, almost tempting fate to burn him but he knew it wouldn’t, even fate was scared of Mr. Barnes. With a little satisfied smirk Bucky flicked the cap closed and placed the lighter back in his pocket, right next to his Brazilian imported cigarettes. His eyes linger on the small rounded material as he turns a corner, his feet carrying him down the familiar main street but suddenly his freshly polished shoes are colliding with some force, another person to be exact. 

   Bucky grunts a bit as he grabs onto whoever he bumped into, gripping them to steady not only himself but them as well. 

   “Sorry there kid, I didn’t even see you there-” Bucky’s sentence trails off as he looks up, his blue gaze connecting with one of the most gorgeous faces he’d seen in his life. Their eyes were brimming with tears, no doubt due to the harsh air, their cheeks and nose were dusted an almost innocent pink color, and their outfit, albeit old and shabby, complimented their rather sweet look very well. 

   “I’m sorry,” They whisper, their voice rather hoarse. “I wasn’t looking were I was going and-” 

   “It’s a-okay kid,” Bucky gives them a gentle smile as he dusts off their shoulders. “Nobody got hurt,” 

   “Well uh- thanks for sparing me a lecture about being mindful,” (Y/N) smiles sheepishly, their face suddenly contorting with pain as they turn their head to the side and cough up a raging fit. If Bucky didn’t know any better he’d say they were dying, hacking their lungs right up into the crease of their arm but suddenly the fit ends and they look at him again, giving him a sheepish smile. “Sorry,” (Y/N) whispers, their voice even more hoarse than before. “Um, thanks again though Mr…?” They trail off, waiting for Bucky to supply them with an answer. Bucky chuckled a bit, shaking his head in almost amusement. Oh, this was always his favorite part, telling someone his name and watching the life and color drain from their face, watching the way their eyes would dim and their smiles would fall. 

   “I’m Bucky. Bucky Barnes, and you are?” (Y/N) suddenly gulps, their eyes widening just enough to let Bucky know that they recognized his name. 

   Bucky Barnes- mobster and leading crime lord of Brooklyn 1944


best of sebastian stan // i just hope that i can look at certain movies where i’m like, ‘i did my job in terms of fleshing out real people’-whatever they were and whatever they cared for-and i challenge myself enough to not just end up always doing the same thing. it’s self discovery isn’t it?