A/N: Inspired by the terrifying IT trailer I watched earlier today, that’s still seared in my brain actually. If you don’t like scary movies or clowns, don’t watch it. Learn from my mistake, we don’t all have Chris to make us feel safe. 😂
Chris walked out from the bathroom and raised an eyebrow at you; you were watching something on your iPad that you were holding at arms length and on mute. He chuckled which made you flinch as you looked up at him. “What are you doing?” He laughed when you did, walking over to join you on the bed.
“I’m watching the new IT trailer,” you told him and you heard him heave a sigh. “What?” You giggled when he shook his head at you, chuckling. “It’s on my Facebook wall and it started playing as I scrolled past it, and you know me- I’m a very curious person.”
“You’re also a very timid person when it comes to scary movies, so don’t watch it.” He instructed as he picked his book off the bedside table to read a little more before bed. “Aren’t you needy tonight?” He teased as you forced your way into his arms, resting your head against his chest; his arm wrapped around you and rested lazily against your thigh.
“I’m always needy,” you lifted your head to kiss his jawline and he smiled, pulling you closer to him as he returned his attention to his book. Truth be told, you just wanted to be closer to him while you finished watching that terrifying trailer. “That looks like a very good book, babe,” you glanced back at him, testing the waters to see how immerse he was in his reading before you continued watching the trailer.
“Mm hm,” he hummed in response and said nothing more.
You smiled as you turned back to your iPad and pressed play, you held it a distance away from you and watched the horror continue to unfold. Even on mute, you were absolutely terrified because Chris was right; you were timid when it came to scary movies which was why the two of you never watched them during movie nights. You tried hard not to flinch or react too harshly because you knew Chris would scold you, but you couldn’t help yourself when the clown pounced at the camera. You yelped and jerked away from the iPad, tearing Chris’ attention from the book and onto you.
“I told you not to watch it,” he recited almost monotonously because he’d already expected you to. “Now what?” He quizzed, an amused smirk on his lips as he watched you pull away from him to put your iPad aside. “Are you going to spend the whole night asking me to check out every creak and thud?” You rolled your eyes as you took off your glasses, tucking yourself into bed; beside you, Chris tried hard not to laugh as he continued to tease you. “‘Cause I will not be doing that, especially not when I have an early morning meeting tomorrow.”
“I’m perfectly fine, Captain,” you retorted, turning your back towards him as you tried to go to sleep. “It wasn’t even that scary.” It was terrifying and you could still feel your heart pounding. “And it’s unrealistic anyway, clowns are- they’re dumb.”
“Mm hm,” Chris tried not to laugh; he knew you were terrified. “Well, since you’re not scared and you’re going to bed- I hope you don’t mind me finishing the book downstairs.” You felt the weight on the bed shift and you quickly sat up; your head snapped in his direction so quickly that it nearly gave you whiplash.
“Why can’t you just finish your book here?”
“Because you’re going to sleep and I don’t want to disturb you.” He was trying hard not to laugh as he leaned forward and kissed your forehead. “Goodnight, baby.” You huffed and laid back down, pulling the covers up to your chin. “Don’t let the clown demons get you,” he sang song as he walked out of the bedroom, turning off the lights as he left.
“Hilarious!” You called and heard his laughter follow him downstairs. “It’s just a trailer, Y/N.” You mumbled to yourself and closed your eyes. “It’s fiction. Stephen King writes fiction, it’s not real.” You heard a thud on the roof and your eyes shot open. “It’s probably just a rat, or a bird. Relax, Y/N.” You heard scuttling against the hardwood floor and you buried your head under the covers. “But you’re a writer and writers write from experience which means-” A blood curling scream escaped your throat when you felt something jump onto you; it was only Dodger, but you were too deep in your own imagination to realize that.
“Y/N?!” Chris scrambled upstairs; his rational side told him he had nothing to worry about, but like you- he caught a glimpse of the trailer and had a vivid imagination. “Fucking hell,” he cussed when he turned on the lights and saw you hugging Dodger with a sheepish look on your face. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”
“If you didn’t leave my side, we wouldn’t have this problem.”
“If you didn’t watch the trailer, we wouldn’t have this problem.”
“Can you just stay here?” You asked with an adorable pout and he chuckled softly, holding out a hand. “What?” You quizzed as he walked over, taking your hand and pulling you out of bed. “Where are we going, Chris?” You asked when he tucked your arm under his, leading you out of the bedroom.
“I thought you’d like to join me while I make a round of the house and check all entry points,” he told you and you chuckled, hugging his arm tightly. “That way you’ll believe me when I say everything’s locked.” Your grip tightened around his arm when thunder crashed outside; Chris chuckled and kissed your head. “Scaredy-cat,” he mumbled into your hair.
“I am not,” you yanked your arm out of his and crossed your arms over your chest.
“Okay,” Chris held up his arms in mock surrender and walked ahead, padding down the staircase with you following behind him. Your whole body flinched when another roll of thunder roared, but it wasn’t until you heard a thud come from behind you that you rushed back to Chris side and slipped your hand in his. “Yeah,” he chuckled softly, entwining his fingers with yours. “You’re very brave.”
“Why did you let me watch that trailer?” You frowned at him then scanned your vicinity warily, flinching at another stroke of thunder. “You know how bad I am with scary movies,” you scolded and he scoffed with an amused smirk, “especially when there are clowns involved. I hate clowns, Chris. They’re so- Oh God!” You yelped, making Chris jump too. “It’s just our reflections,” you chuckled sheepishly when he frowned at you.
“I told you not to watch it, but you’re so God damn stubborn that you watched it anyway.” He pulled you along as he checked the front door. “And of course I know how much you hate clowns, you practically had an anxiety attack when that clown tried to approach you in the lobby of that hotel we stayed at in Malaysia.”
“What kind of hotel has clowns as entertainment?” You argued as you shuddered at the memory. “Nobody likes clowns, they’re creepy and they’re not even that funny.” Chris chuckled as he moved on to check the sliding doors that led out to the backyard. “There’s a reason people use clowns as serial killers and possessed demons, Chris.”
“Relax, baby,” he chuckled and squeezed your hand. “It’s just a trailer, okay? It’s fiction, you have nothing to worry about. Look, we’re checking all the entry points- there is nothing and no one that can get in here tonight.” You huffed and he chuckled again, “if you don’t trust grade-A locks, at least trust your grade-A boyfriend. I’m not going to let anyone get to you, I’m Captain America for a reason. Hm?” He poked you in the cheek and waited for you to crack a smile; it didn’t take long. “There we go,” he smiled. “You’re okay, I’ve got you.”
“Let’s check the back door and go to bed,” you said and he nodded, taking lead with you slightly behind him. You bit back your smile as you watched him check the lock. It never once ceased to amaze you that he would do whatever he needed to make you feel safe, even if the reason you felt unsafe was irrational and stupid. Any other guy would’ve just told you to stop being an idiot, but not him; Chris always accommodated you and your overactive imagination, and that was one of the many reasons you loved him.
“We good?” He quizzed and you nodded, smiling. “Okay,” he lifted your hand to his lips and kissed it. “Let’s go to bed.” He said, pulling you alongside him as the two of you made your way back upstairs. “Hopefully you can sleep soundly now that you know you’re safe, and now that it’s raining.” He looked to the ceiling, smiling at the soothing sounds of the rain falling against the roof. “I know how much you like sleeping to the sound of rain.”
“I do,” you smiled, hugging his arm. “And I always know I’m safe around you,” you told him and he smiled. “Like you said,” you poked his side, “you’re Captain America for a reason, right?” He chuckled and scooped you into his arms, bridal style. “Chris!” You laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“Gotta keep you close to keep you safe, right?” He winked.
“Right,” you chuckled and tenderly pressed your lips against his.
A/N: This was requested by an non! I hope you all enjoy this! I love you all so much! <3 <3
You stood in the hallway as Dean and Sam talked to God, or Chuck as he called himself. How could Chuck turn out to be God? You couldn’t grasp onto it. You met Chuck such a long time ago and never once did you think he could be God.
As Dean and Sam left the library, you exchanged glances with them, walking in after them. His expression seemed to brighten at the mere sight of you, but that was about to change. Chuck’s smile quickly faded as he averted his eyes from you.
“I was hoping you wouldn’t be upset with me, but I can see that’s not the case,” Chuck mumbled, exhaling heavily. “I don’t understand why you’re upset with me [Y/N]. What did I do wrong?”
a/n: hiii this was requested by someone (sorry i forgot, this is old) and uhhh it’s short, so sorry if anyone doesn’t like that :/ :D
request: can you do a enoch preference where reader has a peculiarity that they can control lighting and electricity or something and she is not in control and Enoch helps her or something please! :) btw I like your account!!!
y/n screamed. “ah!” she yelled, throwing her hands in the air and making the light bolts disappear. “i can’t do this, i can’t…” she whispered the last part and held her face with her hands.
enoch walked over to y/n and held her to his chest, soothing her back. his eyebrows were furrowed.
y/n and enoch were training y/n’s peculiarity for about an hour. the girl was now exhausted and annoyed. she tried to be in control over her power - that was what they were training now - but she failed constantly. y/n felt so miserable without any control over what she could do.
enoch felt y/n’s insecurity and being unsure of herself and sat her down on the bed with him. he wasn’t the best at comforting people or giving them the heads up, so the boy just kept quiet while holding y/n. the girl rested her head against enoch’s chest and sighed.
“why can’t i control it?” she said quietly. “why am i such a horrible trainer for my power? i’m supposed to be good at this.”
“you’re not a horrible trainer.” enoch spoke. “you’re just… a beginner at it. there’s nothing bad about that. i used to be like you, too.”
“yeah, but since what age are you able to do this?”
“uh… i was seven or six.”
“see? that’s the problem.” y/n sighed and furrowed her eyebrows quite hard. “i’m sixteen, and it’s supposed to be a power i don’t have to worry about controlling. i could hurt someone any time because i don’t know when can i get the sparks out.”
then enoch sighed. “what if it’s anger? that, like, activates your peculiarity?”
y/n hummed, but she had turned back on hope, anyway. “maybe. not that i could get angry on an exact time.”
“what if someone angers you?” enoch suggested.
“who - you?” y/n chuckled lightly. “sure, you annoy everyone, but you can’t anger me.”
“no,” enoch smiled, “not me. could a memory make you mad?”
“uhhh…” y/n furrowed her eyebrows again. “how do you get these ideas?”
enoch shrugged his shoulders. y/n wrapped her arms around his body and laid her head down on his chest. “yeah, i could try that.”
Chris’ eyes scanned across the array of gelato flavors, making soft sounds with his lips as he tried to decide; a splitting image of Jack when he had to decide over an array of cereals. You wrapped your arm around Chris’, chuckling softly. “You know I thought leaving Jack behind meant not having to go through this, but you are just the same.”
“Okay,” he chuckled. “I don’t see you with gelato,” he retorted, “have you decided?”
“Yeah,” you laughed and pointed at the register where your two scoops were waiting patiently in a cup; you’d decided on ‘Pistachio’ and 'Dark Chocolate’ wanting to stray away from your go-to flavors 'Cookies & Cream’ and 'Salted Caramel’. “And it’s melting, so hurry it up.” You pulled away from him and walked over to the register so you could start eating while Chris decided.
“Your husband hasn’t changed, has he?” Lorenzo, the owner, laughed softly as the two of you watched Chris. You’d met and befriended Lorenzo on your honeymoon four years ago. He’d loved you and Chris, saying the two of you reminded him of him and his late wife when they were young and knee-deep in-love.
“Nope,” you shook your head, smiling.
“Can I try the tiramisu, please?” He asked the attendant then looked over at you, smiling when you chuckled at him. You both already knew what flavors he was going to walk out with; 'Cookies and Cream’ and 'Coffee’. He stuck with what he knew and loved, but he also liked trying everything else first which made the process grueling. “Oh, this is nice. What’s that one in the back like?” He quizzed, getting another small taste test.
You were almost halfway through yours when he finally ordered his usual after tasting another four flavors. He was lucky he was Captain America and the owner was a friend, otherwise they’d kick him out for trying almost every flavor in their display case. After Chris paid for the gelato with a massive tip, you both thanked Lorenzo for his hospitality and made your way out of their store and onto the streets of the beautiful city of Rome which hadn’t changed since your last visit. Rome was always going to hold a special place in both your hearts as it was where you’d spent your honeymoon, and so far- this trip was proving to be just as magical.
“What would you like to do today?” Chris asked, draping an arm around you; he’d squish you every time he tried to spoon ice-cream into his mouth, making you laugh. “Sorry,” he chuckled and you smiled, kissing his jaw. “Anyway, what would you like to do today? We can hit up all the spots we did when we honeymooned, redo Rome?”
“I don’t mind as long as I’m redoing Rome with you.”
“You’re sweeter than my gelato, you know that?” He smiled and kissed the side of your head. “Okay then, I’ll tour guide the trip. First stop…” He trailed off, taking a moment to ponder. “Oh, yes. What do you say we go recreate our kiss photo on the Spanish Steps?”
“That’s really cheesy, Chris,” you made a face, trying not to laugh as you teased him.
“Yeah,” his face fell slightly as he tried to make his case, “but that’s one of my favorite pic-”
“I’m kidding,” you giggled and he smiled, “I’d love to.” You tip-toed and pecked him on the lips.
“Guess I’m not the only one who hasn’t changed,” he chuckled, squishing you again as he nursed his gelato. “You’re still as cheeky as ever.” He scooped the tiniest bit of gelato onto his spoon. “But then again, so am I.” He poked you in the nose with his gelato then pulled away from you, laughing when you scoffed. “You’ve got a bit of-” he choked on his laughter, grabbing his left pec. “Hey, no!” He dodged your attempt to get back at him, still bellowing with laughter as he jogged a small distance away from you.
“I’m going to get you back,” you warned playfully, trying not to smile.
Despite the fact that you’d been together for nine years and were parents now, things between the two of you were still exciting and lively, fun and playful. It didn’t matter how many more years were yet to come, you and Chris both knew that you wouldn’t become one of those boring, old married couples with nothing to do and nothing to talk about. There was a promise made to always keep the romance alive, it didn’t matter how big or small the gesture was- it was the thought and the effort that counted. You’d both lived up to it so far- Chris going above and beyond with this trip- and you’d continue to live up to it as long as you were together.
“Aw, baby,” he cooed, pouting mockingly, “I am sure you will.” You tried not to laugh as you pursed your lips tightly. “C'mere, you messy girl.” He walked back over to you, using the back of his hand to wipe the gelato from your nose. “There we go,” he wiped his hand on his jeans, “back to perfection.”
“But now your jeans are sticky.”
“Yeah, but what’s new around you?” He smirked and you burst into laughter; he laughed as you playfully shoved him. “Wow, that was so crude,” he laughed, wrapping an arm around you as the two of you continued towards the Spanish Steps. “Oh my God, I am so sorry. It’s like I just have a constant stream of bad jokes in my head,” he chuckled.
“I can’t say that was your worst though,” you said; he chuckled when you did. “Aren’t you lucky I married you anyway?” You teased, looking up and smiling at him. Believe it or not, you lived for his terrible jokes; just like he lived for your perfectionism. Those things were part of who you were, part of the reason why one fell for the other. It may have been annoying to others, but it was adorable to you and Chris.
“Incredibly,” he smiled.
You found the Spanish Steps like you did the last trip, around the corner from Lorenzo’s gelato store. There were many tourists like the two of you taking photos and eating gelato on the steps, it was one of the must-see places when one visited Rome. You and Chris finished your gelato and tossed the paper cups away before you went in search of the spot you’d taken your kiss photo four years ago. It wasn’t that hard to find, Chris had it seared in his mind; it was his favorite photo after all. It was his phone’s background up until the birth of Jack, then he’d changed it to the photo that Jimmy Fallon showed at the interview; the one of the four of you. Chris looked around for someone to help take the photo, American tourists found you first.
“Oh my God, it’s Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N,” a girl in her twenties and her friends lit up at the sight of the two of you. “This is amazing! We’re such huge fans!” You and Chris smiled. “Do you want us to help you guys take a photo?”
“That’d be awesome,” Chris nodded and passed them his phone before rejoining you. “What?” He chuckled when you chuckled, burying your face in his chest. “Are you embarrassed?” He teased, poking your side as he wrapped his arms around you like he did the last time.
“Aren’t you, Mr. I-hate-the-limelight?”
“Never when I’m with you,” he told you, smiling. “When you’re around, you’re all I see. Why do you think I do red carpet events so well around you? It’s 'cause you’re the only thing I think about, I focus on you and everything else just fades away.”
“Aw,” you smiled. “Okay then, let’s take this photo and give your fans a story to tell.” He chuckled and looked over at the girls, nodding at them before drawing you in for a passionate kiss. You could hear them squealing as the camera flash went off. You wanted to laugh at their reaction but Chris’ kiss just took you to another dimension, giving the 'everything else just fades away’ experience. “Okay,” you giggled, breaking the kiss. “I think they got it.”
“I don’t think so,” he chuckled, giving you another quick kiss before pulling away to take his phone back from the girls. “Thank you, ladies. Y/N and I really appreciate the help,” he told them and they smiled at him before smiling at you. “Do you want a group photo before we go?” He asked, holding out his hand for you to take.
Chris pulled you to his side, you both shared a smile before turning your attentions to one of the girls’ phones. The camera shutter went off and they thanked both of you before leaving you to your peace. Chris took your hand, leading you away from the Spanish Steps and onto your next destination. You chuckled softly when he entwined his fingers with yours.
“What?” He quizzed, chuckling softly.
“Nothing,” you shook your head. “I’m just wondering how long it’ll take for the guys to call when that photo goes viral,” you told him and he laughed. “They all know you very well, there’s no doubt that they’ll figure out the real reason for this trip.”
“There’s no real reason, there’s just one reason and that’s work.” He said and you laughed. “Work for my job of being the best husband ever,” he added, chuckling. “But what they don’t know won’t hurt them.”
So finished lining the flame for this, no to colour and animate the light in the room. Gunna be a fun project for tomorrow :), also sorry it’s been a while since I’ve really posted anything, had a bad few weeks, hopefully on the up again soon.
I defiantly wanna do more animated stuff, this has reminded me why I love animation so much :). Kinda lost the reason when i started doing it on a work front and when I first got ill, but I’ve found the passion for it again. Although I am melting because of the weather.
Hi! Uh.. I hope you can see this You can need not send this article (probably) I just want to send you this gift So I may not intend to publish this animation on any platform
I recently saw your article,Your mood is so bad ,Feeling very sad ;_ ; I am worried about you *hug* I like you very much,like your paintings ,And all your AU , Although now I have not yet known them (some) I will always support you !! I hope you can happy ,I like your smile
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Okay this is kinda awkward ‘cause it’s my first post ever but..
Here’s my (still wip) entry for Kuro Week Day 1! 35 minutes too late but who cares! XD
It’s also my very first animation + I can’t draw Shiro so this was a challenge :’)
Anyway.. I ruined the planned dark atmosphere with those colours at the end ._. Hahaha that’s why I’m trash XD
So.. I think I need to tag @kuroweek? Like that? I guess so
If it needs special tags I’m sorry but I’m stupid haha
A/N: Here’s Part 4, my lovely readers. You can read Part 1/Part 2/Part 3 here, links have been added. I’m so excited for you to read this, but sad ‘cause we’re only one part away from the finale. I’ve definitely grown attached to this mini-series, maybe so attached that I have to continue it beyond my planned finale. Anyway…Let’s get to it. 😘
Your laptop sat on your stomach as you laid on the couch in the living room. The fire that Chris built before he ditched cuddling you to cook dinner in the kitchen was still roaring and doing a fine job in keeping the whole house warm. You were still staring at your script, unsure if it was missing something or if Chris was right; that you were too much of a perfectionist to be ever completely satisfied with your work. This wasn’t the first completed product of yours that felt unfinished, your screenplay that won you an Oscar was another. You saved the document and emailed an attachment to Alex, hoping he could offer a professional opinion that ease your doubt.
You turned off your laptop and put it on the table before walking across the hardwood floor towards the kitchen. You tugged at the sleeves of your sweater, hiding your hands in the soft material. You could hear Chris singing along to ‘Be Our Guest’; you smiled as you leaned against the oak arch frame and watched him. He was going to be the perfect husband and father, he possessed all the traits; he could cook, clean, care, and provide. You couldn’t forget the way he had with children and how they would fall at his feet. As long as you were with him, your life was going to be everything you’d ever dream of.
“Uh uh.” Chris spotted you and shook his head, biting back his smile. “I said you were to stay out of the kitchen until I’m ready.” He walked over and ushered a laughing you out; your socked feet made it easy for him to push you despite your physical protest. “Go work on your screenplay,” he patted your butt and pointed at your laptop.
“Can’t,” you shook your head.
“Yes you can,” he cupped your face in his hands and looked you in the eyes. “You are talented an-”
“No,” you laughed, wrapping your hands around his wrists. “I can’t because I already emailed it to Alex.” You told him and his face lit up. “I figured you were right,” you shrugged with a small smile. “I’m an over thinker and a perfectionist, it’s never going to be finished in my eyes. But you said it was good and I trust you, so- it’s off.”
“I’m so proud of you,” he smiled then kissed you.
“So…” You began when he broke the kiss. “Can I help in the kitchen?” You asked and he chuckled softly, dropping his hands. “I can do dessert, you know how much I love to do desserts.” You offered but he shook his head. “Oh come on, Chris. Desserts are my strong point, let me help.”
“No,” he shook his head. “Go sit down and occupy yourself until dinner,” he pointed at the couch and you evilly squinted at him as you made your way back to the couch. “Alright, just- stay there, please. Relax,” he said as he padded back into the kitchen, “it’s the least you can do for yourself after all that stressing.”
“I wouldn’t be stressing if you’d let me help in the kitchen,” you said and heard him laugh. “God help you if the dessert is cheesecake!” You called and heard his laughter grow louder; like he didn’t know after dating you for so long that cheesecake was your least favorite form of dessert. “I hate cheesecake,” you muttered under your breath like a child.
“Babe.” He called out and you turned in his direction. “Catch,” he said and tossed a packet of something at you. You caught it and chuckled softly when you realized it was a packet of Yupi Gummi Bears. “Eat those and shut up so I can cook in peace,” he instructed in a teasing tone.
“Don’t tell me what to do, you jerk.” You bit playfully as you opened the bag of your favorite treat. Chris chuckled because despite your sentence, you had taken the bait yet again; this wasn’t the first time he’d tossed a bag your way, they were your kryptonite. “Just out of curiosity.” You began picking out the orange ones because you hated those. “Do you carry a bag of Gummi Bears with you at all times?”
“Only when I feel like I might need them to distract you.”
“Smart.” You pinched a red bear out of the bag and put it between your thumb and index finger, squishing it and smiling because it look so cute as a little dwarf bear. Chris chuckled softly and shook his head, unable to believe he was just hours away of becoming your fiancé.
• • • • • • • •“So?” Chris raised his eyebrows at you, prompting an answer to his question “is my lasagna as good as Russo’s?” Russo’s was the Italian restaurant the two of you went on your first date, and every Friday night after becoming a couple. You were a sucker for Italian food, especially lasagna, and Chris most definitely nailed it.
“You nailed it.” You nodded and he fist pumped, making you giggle. “Hey, don’t get too cocky. I still haven’t tried dessert yet and I am more picky with my sweets than I am with my savories.” He rolled his eyes, smiling as he rose to his feet to clear the plates. “What’s going on with you?” You asked, eyeing him suspiciously whilst smiling.
“What do you mean?” He glanced back at you as he walked over to the sink.
“I feel like you’ve either got really bad news or really good news,” you told him with a light chuckle. “I mean- why else would you bring me here and cook me dinner and be so incredibly sweet?” He laughed at that. “You’re being a little more perfect than usual and it’s unsettling. Did you cheat on me?” You joked. “'Cause you should’ve told me that before I sent my script.”
“Like I’d ever cheat on someone as perfect as you are,” he shot you one of his heart fluttering smiles. “No, I just thought we could have some time to ourselves. Without people dropping by or calling or an overly energetic pup pouncing on us at every chance he gets,” he said and you chuckled softly. “Plus- it’s been a while since we’ve been up here.”
“I love this place,” you agreed as you looked around the beautiful oak cabin. It was always so warm and inviting, and it offered a sense of peace and serenity that- the city couldn’t. “It’s like nothing bad could ever happen here, you know?” You turned your attention back to Chris who was plating up dessert with his back towards you. “Do you need some help?”
“No.” Chris bit back his smile as he inserted the diamond ring into the ball of salted caramel gelato sitting on top of the chocolate tart he made from scratch. “I think I got it.” With a deep breath, he picked up the plate and walked back over to you. “I hope you’re up for some of my dark chocolate tart.”
“Are you kidding?” Your smile grew to your eyes. “I love your dark chocolate tart!” You saw that he was only carrying one plate and you chuckled. “Please tell me we’re not sharing dessert, you know sharing dessert with me usually ends with you having just one bite.”
“That’s okay,” he smiled. “As long as you’re willing to share the rest of your life with me,” he lowered the plate so the ring was in your sight, “I don’t mind missing out on dessert.” Your breath hitched in your throat as he descended onto his knee in front of you. “You asked what was going on with me, well- I’ve been sitting on this ring for the past nine hours and- it’s starting to burn a hole in my pocket.”
“Chris,” you felt your eyes well with tears of joy.
“Y/N,” he pinched the ring out of the ice-cream and put the plate down on the table. Your eyes never once left the most beautiful ring you’d ever seen. “I um-” he chuckled and grabbed a napkin, wiping the ring. “I should have just left it out of the food. Will you-”
“Yes!” You pounced on him, throwing your arms around his neck. Your momentum sent Chris off balance and the two of you ended up on the floor, laughing. You kissed him and he smiled, kissing you back. “I knew you were acting strange,” you told him as he slipped the ring onto your finger. “I just- I didn’t expect this.”
“I wasn’t expecting to propose to you until after Christmas but after you drunkenly admitted that you wanted to marry me and have my kids,” he told you and you chuckled in disbelief. “I figured- why wait any longer?”
“You said I didn’t do anything memorable.” You laughed and slapped his chest, causing him to laugh as well. “I knew it, you’re such a terrible liar. You’re lucky my hangover was kicking my butt otherwise I would have figured it out.”
“I would’ve just distracted you with a packet of Gummi Bears,” he shrugged and you smiled. “Since you’re sober and officially my fiancée now, how do you feel about having kids? I’m not- I don’t mind if you’re still not a hundred percent, I just thought that since we’re talking about it…”
“Christopher,” you smiled at your ring then back at him. “I’m going to have as many kids as you want me to have.” You told him and he smiled, lifting his head off the floor to meet your lips for the kiss you were offering.
27. “Everything hurts.”
29. “It hurts so bad I can’t breathe.”
Requested by Anon.
Stefan X Reader
Stefan pulled you away from the party and into an empty room. He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at you.
“What?” You exhaled, scrunching your face at him.
He shrugged his shoulders and sighed. “I am just curious why you won’t acknowledge me? It’s been what-” he looked up to the ceiling for a moment before meeting your gaze. “3 months now?”
You felt you stomach flutter, as anxiety kicked in. It has been a while since you’ve talked to Stefan. But you had your reasons.
“I’ve been busy. Now let’s get back to the party.” You muttered.
He didn’t make any movements. Instead just kept his gaze on you. “That’s crap. I’ve went to check up on you since you were clearly ignoring my calls and texts.” He stated. “Is there something I did?”
“You really don’t know do you?” You whispered.
“I’m in love with you Stefan. But you chose Elena. You always choose her.”
His eye brows furrowed and his mouth slowly opened.
“I thought I was over you because I mean, it’s been forever. But seeing you tonight, with her is killing me.” You felt the tears roll down your cheeks. “Everything hurts. It’s like you threw me in front of a bus. It hurts so bad I can’t breathe!”
“I want you to be happy. But I can’t sit here and watch you two. I’m sorry.”
Before he could say another word, you turned on your heels and immediately headed out to your car.
Leaving Stefan alone, confused and more importantly, ashamed.
He didn’t know if he should run after you or not. Even though every part of him wanted too.
Hope you feel better sweetie. Sorry I fell asleep this morning quickly. Been tired myself.
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You found yourself staring down at the paper, your mind desperately trying to formulate your next words. You had been asked about your report 3 days prior but you just couldn’t bring yourself to even write the damn thing. The case had been a hard one for everyone, including yourself, but it wasn’t something that should be this hard to even write a report for. You never had a problem before, so what gives?
“Hey pretty lady,” Morgan caught your attention, making you look up. “You coming with us tonight?”
“Tonight?” you felt your brows furrow before realization dawned on you. You had promised Garcia that you would go with everyone tonight for a drink. It was rare for you to even go out at all but you made the promise irregardless, not wanting to upset her.
“Damn it,” you hissed, throwing your pen down on your desk. You had promised Hotch to have the report in by tomorrow. He had been particularly hard on you about it, wanting the report as soon as possible. It was only when you failed to turn it in yesterday did he give you the deadline. You didn’t like writing under pressure and usually it made it harder to write. But he needed the report, so you didn’t want to fail him.
“Are you not coming?” Morgan asked, noticing your sudden tensed position. You opened your mouth to reply, whether or not you denied or confirmed his statement still in the air, when another voice cut into the conversation.
“No. Oh, no no no no, you are not skipping out on us,” Garcia walked by, placing files on your desk. You gave her a pleading look in hopes she would understand. Garcia was the one who wanted you to go and forced you to promise her that you would. Unfortunately, she didn’t accept your pleading gaze.
“No. You promised you would go. You never leave your apartment. You are coming tonight even if I have to drag you kicking and screaming in your underwear,” she smirked. You couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Penelope,” you retorted. She laughed before heading off back to her sanctuary, making it known loudly that you would be joining the team that night at the bar. You sighed before looking at the paper again.
“the voice you hear your thoughts in is your soulmate’s but you don’t know who they are until you hear them speak for the first time”
A/N: Things are starting to add up…in a way? This part is sort of a filler, but still, questions are being answered (something that will be seen throughout the story). Hux is becoming quite the important character as he tries to keep the balance within Kylo and the First Order…but how long will the hiding last until Kylo finds out? Hope you enjoy the new part (and the Valentines Day extra posted after!) [GIF NOT MINE]
The general, or unknown name since he had yet to introduce himself, guided you to his quarters. He was smart, to say the least. Everyone on the base knew there had been a prisoner–majority of them seeing a wailing woman running in pajamas–so he knew it to be rather stupid to have the inmate casually walk around at the generals side. “Here, wear these, it’s something to…disguise yourself with…”
So this was a request by alisadelina that I wrote way too much for. Thank you for the request because, as you can tell, I thoroughly enjoyed writing it. The ending is the way it is because I did not want this to become too long. However I might turn it into a longer fanfiction.net story later. Enjoy!
Prompt: can you do a fanfiction request where you are a shield agent and you have to irregated loki and he keep flirting with you
Fury swept his fingers across the multiple screens in front of him. “How’s ‘real power’ doing? Does he want a magazine or something yet?” “No change, sir. He hasn’t said a word since you left.” Agent Maria Hill responded from not too far away. Fury frowned. They had managed to ‘capture’ Loki in Germany yet it didn’t feel as though he was truly a prisoner. “Want me to send Romanoff in, sir?” “No. Not yet.” He scratched his chin in frustration. Romanoff would undoubtedly be able to get results but something fishy was definitely afoot here and he didn’t want to deal his final card until he was sure he had the best hand. That being said, he wasn’t entirely out of options… “Hill, bring in Agent (y/l/n).” He said and the brunette nodded to him from across the room before strutting out in search of you.
“Absolutely not, sir. I politely decline.” You said with your arms folded.
AN: Back to a Pietro imagine, yay! Thank you anon for sending me this unique and cute af request! I hope you like it! *I do not own the gif, found on google. Please ignore any spelling errors!
Pairing: Pietro (AoU) X Reader
Prompt: HI! When you have time could you write a Pietro X reader imagine where someone pranks Pietro by putting brown hair dye in his shampoo and he freaks out because he thinks he lost his powers. But all laughing aside he was worried that his powers were the only reason people liked him so much but the reader reassures him with lots of fluff and stuff :)) thanks!
Warning: Swearing and nudity (XD)
“Still the Same”
“You didn’t.” You said slowly, looking Tony in the eyes. The rest of the team mirrored your expression of doubt.
He grinned at you, “Oh, yes I did.”
You knew that something bad was going to happen the moment that Pietro zoomed through Tony’s lab and accidently knocked over his suit’s arm, causing it to bust on the floor. Tony was the type to always get revenge.
“Pietro…he’s going to hate this.” You groaned. Wanda sat next to you and nodded, already mentally preparing to the full out war that her brother was going to wage against Stark.
“I’m going to go and see if I can stop him before he gets out of the shower.” You sighed, only to earn a glare from Tony.
You were debating on whether you should politely knock on his bathroom door and tell him, or whether you should burst into the bathroom like a mad women and rip the shampoo bottle out of his wet hands.
Well, all of that went out the window when you heard a scream come from his room.
You ran through his bedroom and opened his bathroom door to find him staring into the mirror above his sink with wide blue eyes and a white towel wrapped around his waist. He wiped the fog from the steam off the window a couple of times and reached up to touch his hair.
His brown hair.
“Holy shit." He muttered, covering his face with his hands. "Shit, shit, shit.”
“Pietro…” You said slowly as you approached his shaking form.
“What the hell happened?” You screeched as he ran his fingers through his hair over and over again, as if somehow it would make it white again.
You walked over to him and gently slipped his hands away from his colored locks, replacing them with yours. You softly combed through them and untangled them.
“They don’t look bad.” You whispered comfortingly. You could tell that he was upset, in fact, it looked like he was holding back tears. “Really, it doesn’t. You still look handsome.”
He snorted. “Sure, whatever.”
“I am sure it will go away in a few days.” You assured him.
You weren’t entirely sure why he was so upset over it, he had to know that the dye wasn’t going to last forever, right?
“God, I am useless now!” You cried as he flung his arms around you and pulled you into a bear hug, his face was pressed against you shoulder. You awkwardly rubbed his bare back and tried to ignore the fact that he was pressed against you with nothing more than a towel around his hips.
“Pietro, don’t be dramatic.” You sighed. “You aren’t useless just because you have brown hair!”
He pulled away from you and looked into your eyes. His electric blue gaze was tear filled. “Think about it Y/N! I got my silver hair when I got my powers, so if my brown hair comes back than…”
It clicked instantly. “Oh, god Pietro! You still have your powers!”
Ignoring you, he continued on his small rant. “If I don’t have my powers, than I am useless! I won’t be able to help you guys during missions, and I will have nothing else to offer the team. Without my powers I am nothing!”
Your heart shattered into a million small fragments upon hearing those words leave his trembling lips. This time, you were the one to pull him into a tight hug. He didn’t respond, his arms only hung uselessly at his sides.
“You are an idiot, Pietro.” You whispered into his ear. “Even if you did loose your powers, you still have so much more to offer. You have wit, loyalty, caring personality, and your killer looks, even with brown hair.”
Your felt his lips twist up into a small, sad smile against your shoulder.
“But, Pietro, you haven’t lost your powers.”
He pulled away instantly from you. “What?”
You chuckled to yourself and pushed some locks out of his face and behind his ear. “I was coming up here to warn you not to use your shampoo, Tony put brown hair dye in it to get back at you for wrecking his suit’s arm.”
His eyes widened, then narrowed. “That jackass.”
You nodded in agreement at him. “But, before you go ahead and beat him to a pulp, you should probably put some clothes on.”
“Yeah, you are right.” Pietro zoomed around you and into his room.
You turned around just in time to so him dropping his towel before your very eyes, all the while smirking. You screeched and hid your eyes with your hands, your face was rosy red.
“You did say that I had killer looks.” He snickered. “I figured that you would appreciate the full show.”
Well, at least he would always have his cocky attitude.