this is for you christina

Songfic: A thousand years

A/N: I’m sorry if this sucks. Really sorry.

Prompt:  For the songfics could you do 104 A Thousand Years by Christina Perri? Oh my gosh, that’s honestly one of my favorite songs, I’m so glad it was on the list. And for the fic could you make it fluffy please? Thank you! ☺️

Warinings: pregnancy, fluff, idiot Chris haha!

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I exhale while I looked at him. He was so damn handsome. Even with that worry look in his face. Those sweet blue sky eyes… and the frown above them.

“So… what is it, babe?” Chris held my hands and kissed my knuckles.

“Chris, I… we…” I changed the direction of my life-changing speech “have only dated for a few months, we’ve had wonderful times together, I love you” I smiled, knowing that tears were close, really close to make their spectacular entrance.

“I love you too.” That’s the only thing he said “I think you knew that and I know that you love me, but I sense that there’s something else” I nodded and looked in my bag. I handed him a sonogram.

“I’m pregnant. I know that this wasn’t planned. I just found out and I’m terrified. Chris, please say something”. And out of the blues, I felt like… shit. He dropped my hand and ran his fingers through her barely-growing hair.

“Chris?” I insisted. He didn’t respond. I sighed. “Alright, then. I can’t imagine what you’re thinking, but when your girlfriend tells you she’s pregnant, you have to say something.” I stood up and made my way out of his place.

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Chris didn’t stop me when I left. That made me so angry and sad. And angry again. It was a rollercoaster. I imagined that the news would turned out different. I hope it’d end differently. Now, he had been calling like crazy, but I wasn’t ready to face another rejection. Not for me, not to our baby.

I had told him that I was scared to death and he just stood there.

I felt so stupid for picturing the moment I told him in a totally different context. Him picking me up, making me spinning around. And I didn’t get a fucking word. I sighed looking at the photo on my desk. It was from our very first date. We had met on set. As a writer I got the chance to talk with the actors when they had questions about the script. And he had a lot of questions. Like, “would you like to go on a date with me?” and I said couldn’t even speak. I nodded.

Our date night was a mess. I was so late with the delivery of work that I forgot to call him to cancel. When I actually called him, he was outside of my house. I apologized over and over again. He just laughed and asked me to wait there. He picked me up in the office, took me to set. He had arranged everything. Someone was waiting for me with wardrobe and makeup. When I was ready. He had projected a night landscape on screen, the lights were almost off, making the atmosphere romantic and… special. Somehow, I knew that anything was going to be the same ever again. I had met the man of my life.

“Ok, tell something you’re embarrassed of?” he asked while he served another glass of wine.

“Are you for real? This is the first date I should impress you, not telling my weakness” I laughed and he looked at me, those penetrating and curious blue eyes were wondering in my being. It made me nervous. “What? Do I have something on my teeth?” I ran my tongue around my teeth and he just sighed. He didn’t lose his smile. Fuck. What was with him?

“No”

“Then?” I inquired.

“For the record I was already impressed before this date took place. Looking at you running on set, answering my questions patiently, I was impressed by you agreeing on this date. I just… I’m impressed by you. And I just pictured that I’ll find that out your embarrassing moments later, maybe in weeks, months or years. We’re going to know each other for a long time, y/n. I can’t wait to know you. Because to be honest, I want to.” I didn’t know what to say. To be honest, that was a speech. A breathtaking, beautiful and chilling speech. I bit my lips.

“I can’t dance” I murmured. He smiled “That’s something you should know. I… want to dance, but I just can’t.” he grabbed my hand and kissed my knuckles. And that was how all began.

It’s corny and that’s what most girls would probably say after the first date with Capitan America. But I didn’t meet that facet of him. I met the pet lover and the sweet, funny Boston guy… where was him when I told him that there was a little person made by US growing inside me?

I guess that’s why my hopes were up. And amazing beginning, an unrealistic almost a fairytale story. But was it close to finish?

“Y/n? Do you have a moment?” my boss asked I nodded and he told me to go to the set. I put my ID and went down. The lights dimmed as I walked in. there was the same night landscape Chris and I saw in our first date. I looked behind and the doors was closed.

The spotlight made a way I started to follow. Flowers and candles everywhere. There was a shadow. I felt my heart racing I knew who it belonged to. Instinctively, my hand traveled to my not showing belly.

“What’s this?” I asked. He leaned and grabbed my hands, approaching me to his athletic body. He was using dark jeans and a dark gray sweater. I arched my eyebrow.

“I’m getting one step closer” I took my distance and put my arms around me.

“Chris… I don’t understand” I murmured. I saw the corners of his mouth getting up.

“Would you like to dance with me?” I look somewhere else as an ironic comeback. He knew that my abilities for dancing were closer to the floor than actually moving my feet. He didn’t let me answer, he grabbed me and started to smoothly dance. He, unlike me, knew how. His strong body guided my clumsy body.

“There’s no music” I tried to take a step back but he didn’t allow me to. It started a sweet melody by piano and violin. But it wasn’t from a record. I looked around and there was a band. “Chris?”

“A few years ago, I was the sexiest man alive. You know? Right now I’m only the stupidest man alive. I let the love of my life walk away from me with our baby.”

“Wait, what?” I inquired, this time, I took my distance. He was standing in front of me, he looked different. What did I miss?

“I love you. I loved you since the very first time I saw you running here, literally. I knew that you were the woman I needed to meet. That I needed to love. I have loved you since then and then I actually loved you and here we are. When we met, I asked you what embarrassed you the most. The thing I’m most embarrassed is letting you go, but” and suddenly, he knelt “I loved you. I love you, and I will always love you. I’m sorry I reacted that way, I’ll make it up to you and our baby. But right now, I just want you to know, that you’re not alone in this, y/n. I don’t have any doubts, when I look at you, everything disappear. Just, don’t be afraid, I’m not leaving you again. Let me love you forever, be my wife. y/n, will you marry me?” he opened a little red box. There was a ring on it. I was already crying.  

“Yes” I answered. “Yes, yes, and yes!” he stood up smiling and slid the ring on my finger.

“I’m so sorry, baby” I cried while he hugged me. He kissed me and knelt again. “Hi, baby, this is daddy. I just wanted you to know that I’ve loved you for a thousand years, and I’ll love you for a thousand more. Just like I love your mommy even when she’s the worst dancer ever.”

me: There are just so many amazing female musicians in this world and they are just so beautiful inside and out.

taylor swift: aww thank y-

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This song was written by Before You Exit for Christina Grimmie. It’s called Clouds. They were touring with her when she was tragically murdered. It’s so sad and touching, close your eyes and listen to the words.

I just want him once.

Just once.

I just want to know what it’s like.

I want to know the noise he makes. And how his face flushes. And I want to feel his muscles move under my fingertips. 

I want to smell the mixture of cologne and sweat on his chest.

I want to taste his salty skin.

I want to know all the little things he likes a girl to do.

Where he likes to be kissed most. 

Is he a neck guy? A lips guy? Chest? Shoulder? Collarbone?

I want to feel every movement he makes. I want to learn all the intricacies of his body. I want to experience his every little nuance. I want to watch him as he loses control.

And I want to know that it is my touch that is taking him there.


Just once.

“I can’t have you get hurt!”

Written by Christina

Category: Just your typical unhealthy mix of fluff and angst.

Word Count: 2942 (don’t judge)

Request (This is our first formal request!) Made by @thecoffeestudyblr : hi can i have a peter parker request where this takes place during the Civil War and the reader is Tony’s niece who is super shy and anxious and has a cute crush on Peter and they are friends because of Tony and Peter gets really protective of The Reader during the Civil War when she accidentally gets in the way and Tony finally sees that Peter really likes her and lets them date? 

A/N: So, as usual, I just opened my laptop, cracked my knuckles, and just typed. I haven’t written a fanfic with Tony in it, so I hope I did justice to his witty sense of humor. As usual, if you guys have any feedback or critique, let us know! 

Being Tony Stark’s niece wasn’t easy. People thought that being related to the self-proclaimed genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist would automatically mean you had the luxurious life; massive popularity, spontaneous travels to London during the school year, dating the hottest male models, talking your way out of detention because your uncle made a quick threat about having his lawyers ‘bring all of hell’s fury’ with them, and being friends with the world famous Avengers. Well, unfortunately, only some of that was true. You rarely made spontaneous trips to London because your Uncle Tony was always too busy to join you. Yeah, he said you had the total privilege to take one of his jets anywhere, anytime, but going to a foreign country alone seemed like an anxiety attack waiting to happen. So, that was why you were sitting in the penthouse kitchen at Stark Tower, examining the wobbly trail of a banana while you beat it back and forth between your hands on the counter, bored out of your mind.

“Hey!” A voice exclaimed, causing you to scream and fling the banana at the person who yelled. The person dodged out of the way and flung their hand forward, stretching out their index and pinky fingers while the middle ones curved in. A sticky web-like substance covered your hand and stuck it to the counter. Only one person would do that.

“Peter!” You shrieked, feeling the blood rise to your cheeks as you realized it was your friendly neighborhood dork who startled you. You tried to get your hand unstuck by viciously moving it around, to no avail.

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isabelsummer27  asked:

Hi Cassandra! My name is Isabel and I'm a feminist. I love your books so much and I absolutely love how strong the female characters you write about are, they've shaped me so much as a person while I grow up. In TDA you have some amazing female characters like Emma and Christina but I was wondering if you could share if there will be any more powerful woman that we will meet in Lord of Shadows?

Hi! There are a few new female characters in Lord of Shadows, but what we really do there is expand on and get to know more about the characters we’ve already met but not explored. We’re going to see a lot more of Diana, who has a strong POV in the book. She’s one of my favorite characters. We’ll see a lot more of Dru and Livvy and dig into more of who they are. And Emma and Cristina continue to be their badass selves, with both of them having lots of POV and kicking ass. :)