“Oh, Don’t Be A Bitch.” (requested By Anon)

You didn’t expect it, it just sort of happened. Your period was late for a whole month before you knew. Two pregnancy tests just confirmed it. You weren’t ready and you weren’t experienced but you sure were excited. A whole new world just opened up in front of you. You just needed to tell Bucky about it. You sat there in your room, alone…how were you going to tell him? You suddenly felt morning sickness kicked in and you felt like you will vomit. You took a deep breath trying to control yourself but it wasn’t working. You went to the bathroom trying to calm yourself down and luckily you didn’t vomit all over your clothes. You washed your face and looked at yourself in the mirror. You couldn’t believe it this was happening. It’s too early. The tears were now rolling down your cheeks. You haven’t realized Bucky had already come to the room.

“Hey (Y/N)?”

“Yeah?”

“You okay there doll?”

“Not really.”

“Can I come in?”

“Yeah.”

He opened the door and found you crying on the bathroom floor, head down between your knees, in your pajamas.

“What’s wrong?” He sat next to you.

“If I tell you will you stay?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Because it’s too early.”

“Too early for what, doll?”

“For a kid.” You said. Bucky’s jaw dropped. “I’m pregnant James.”

“Wha-wha….what?”

“Yeah I know.” He immediately wrapped his hands around your small frame pulling you closer to him. You were a little shocked by his reaction.

“I will stay.” He whispered into your ear.

“What?”

“I will stay no matter what happens, okay? It’s early for us and it will be stressful but we can do it.”

“You really think so? I thought you will freak out and leave me.”

“I love you way too much to leave you (Y/N). Even if I wanted to everyone in the team would probably kick my ass for being a coward. Plus I have always wanted to be a dad.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. After Hydra I thought it was over for me…”

“Never say never…clearly.” You smiled.

“I love you doll.”

“I love you too.”

“Does anyone else know?” He asked.

“Just you.”

“Do you want to tell everyone at dinner?”

“Sure. I think only Wanda knows though.”

“How so?”

“She tends to sense when something is off.”You said resting your head on his metal arm. It was surprisingly comfortable and you were happy.

Dishes

Summary: You make a drunken bet with Bucky and now you must deal with the consequences.

Word Count: 1142

Warnings: Cussing lmao 

You woke up feeling like someone had jumbled your bones from the inside your body while simultaneously being gently fucked in the skull with a jackhammer. When you finally gained the strength to crack open your sticky eyelids (no doubt caked with last night’s mascara), you found yourself contorted across the couch in the common room of Stark Tower. Last night had consisted of one of Tony’s many unnecessary parties and a mistake of a bet with Barton; it’s needless to say he could definitely drink you under the table and it appears he definitely did.

You started to regain your motor skills just enough to comprehend the slight sound of whistling and sizzling coming from the kitchen, and the aroma of bacon crisping on the skillet. Normally this would have made you spring from your place of slumber in .02 seconds flat, but even the thought of sitting up, much less eating made bile rise in your throat. When you finally brought yourself to sit up and peer over the back of the couch, your tired eyes were met with the sight of a certain Super Soldier preparing breakfast, clad in a white t-shirt and sweatpants; metal arm glinting in the morning light.

“Well, look who decided to join the land of the living” Bucky chimed flashing a smug grin before flipping a pancake in a pan.

“Shh, don’t speak. Not yet anyway.” you whispered, cradling your head in your hands. Your voice sounded as though you had screamed for a number of hours and you didn’t even want to think about what your face looked like. You pushed your body up from the couch and were met with painful aches all over as you slowly stood up and practically stumbled to a stool at the breakfast bar. Maybe it would have been funny, due to your zombie like appearance, but right now you couldn’t concentrate on anything except not heaving your guts out. He slid a glass of water and a few aspirin to you, and you mumbled something that loosely resembled the word “coffee”.

“Coffee later, first you medicate.” he said before sliding the glass closer. Groaning, you grabbed the capsules and took them, before asking him the most frequently asked question following a night of heavy drinking and partying.

“What the hell happened last night?” you grumbled, laying your head down on the cool surface of the counter.

“Well to sum it up for you, Barton challenged you to a drinking bet and you, being the stubborn little girl you are wouldn’t back down; you were hammered by the 5th shot of tequila and ended up standing on the coffee table doing a surprisingly okay karaoke version of “Fergalicious” with Sam. The rest of the team was also pretty wasted except for Steve, Vision and I. Tony nearly broke a hip trying to spar with Nat. Overall it was basically just a mess.” Bucky explained, seemingly unphased as though he was describing an average Friday night.

“I have only one other question.” you looked up into his steely blue eyes as his eyebrows crinkled in curiosity.

“Yes?”

“Who performed Fergie’s rap verse?”

“…You.”

“Was it any good?” he laughed and proceeded to place pancakes and bacon on a plate for himself and sat down across from you, sliding you a mug of coffee your way as he did so.

“Surprisingly yes,” he said, stuffing a forkful of pancake into his mouth. “Flawless.” You smiled, silently thanking him and brought the mug to your lips.

“Damn right, those lyrics have been engraved in my brain since 2006.”

Silence fell between you two, only the sound of his fork scraping his plate and you sipping from your mug coursed throughout the kitchen.

“So, nothing I should regret then?” You questioned as you swirled the coffee around in your mug. He looked into the distance for a second before a look of realization took over his features.

“You dared me to arm wrestle you.” he said, waving his metal arm at you teasingly.

“Did I win?” you asked, already knowing the obvious answer.

“No,” he chuckled, biting down on a piece of bacon. “Needless to say you owe me $500.”

You giggled, looking up from your mug expecting him to join you at expense of the joke he just told. That was a joke, right? Your smile started to fall as he looked upon you, pokerface unfaltering.

“You’re kidding right?” you questioned. He looked at you, eyebrows furrowed.

“Hell no I’m not kidding! I won the bet fair and square, and you were the one who wagered all the cash in your wallet. Better pay up, darlin’.” A toothy smile on his stunning features as he saw your expression of dismay and panic.

“That’s uncharacteristic of you Bucky, taking advantage of a drunken girl and robbing her of all she has. Her pride, money, what kind of monster are you?” you said dramatically, placing the back of your hand on your forehead and tossing your head back. Bucky laughed heartily, the gorgeous noise sounding throughout the room. He placed his empty plate next to the sink, as it was already filled to the brim with countless empty glasses from last night’s antics. Walking over to your side of the island, he stood closely behind you, You could feel the heat radiating off of his form and his hot breath on your neck.

“I’m sure there are other ways you could pay off debt, doll.” he said just above a whisper, his voice lower than usual sounded gravelly and you’re almost positive you just felt his lips brush against your neck. Your breath hitched in your throat when you tried to speak.

“Really? And what would you suggest, Barnes?” you tried to sound confident, you really did; but it just came out like a squeak.

“Well for starters,”  you felt his hands brush at your hips, one bringing warmth and the other sending chills up the left side of your body. But as soon as they came they were gone, the shadow of his body completely absent as he started walking towards his room. “You could do the dishes. Looks like a real pain in the ass, if you ask me. I’d hate to be the person stuck dealing with that.” he gave you a shit-eating grin as he walked backwards into the hallway, pointing finger-guns before he disappeared behind his door.

You sat, flabbergasted; The blush that had risen to your cheeks had vanished and your demeanor was almost immediately replaced with anger and vengeance.

“FRIDAY, please relay a message to Sergeant Barnes for me?” you asked the system.

“Of course. What would you like to tell him?”

“Tell him I’m going to send him to the seventh circle of hell.”

Broken Heart- A Peter Parker Imagine

Anonymous Requested: Can you write one where Peter comes to YN’s really hurt and she has to patch him up and make sure he’s safe and no in anymore pain, a few weeks after he tells her he’s Spider-Man and he tries to break up with her but she’s like, No im kinda in love with you, and maybe they end up sleeping together or something? (Doesn’t have to be sexual- preferably not lol)

Broken Heart

A rapid knock at your window awoke you from your slumber. You were so close with Peter that you could tell the difference between his knocks based off of his moods. His usual knock was very playful, but this rapid succession knock let you know that whatever it was was an absolute emergency. You looked over at your clock and it read 2:06 in the morning. What could Peter have done at 2 in the morning? You crawled out of bed and opened up the window, Peter falling in, quite literally. You gasped as you could see your carpet build up blood from Peter.

You rushed over to him, and rolled him over. He winced in pain as he held his arm which had a long cut running down it. “Peter, what happened?” you asked, as you ran to get towels. You applied pressure to the wound and looked up at him to see him looking in concentration. “I got in a really bad biking accident”. You knew that this was a lie because of how long it took for him to come up with that. You let it slide however because he was in enough pain as it was. You bandaged him up and hugged him tightly, thankful that he was ok. “I’m glad you are ok,” you whispered against his chest. “Yeah, me too,” his mind wandering to the truth.

The truth came a few weeks later. You had started to grow distant and Peter knew it was because you felt that he wasn’t being truthful. He knew it was time to come clean. He asked if he could come over to your house, which was unusual since he always just came over unannounced, which is what you liked about him. You knew that something was going to happen, you just didn’t know what. He came in through the window as always, but the look on his face told a different story from the usual face Peter had. “Peter, what’s wrong?” you asked, knowing that he was upset. He just told you to sit down on the bed next time. You sat next to him and slipped your arm through his, but he just slid out of your touch. “[Y/N], I need to be really honest with you,” was all he was able to say. He started to fidget with his hands, which was something he did when he was nervous.

After a few seconds of silence, Peter turned to face you. “There’s no lighter way to put it: I’m Spiderman. I was bit by a radioactive spider and I now try and protect the city. That’s why I came to your house the other week, I had been fighting someone and I got hurt. I’m so sorry”. You gave him a confused look. “Why are you sorry?” He stared in your eyes for a second, almost contemplating his next words when he said, “Because I’m breaking up with you”.

You shook your head and wiped away your tears. “No, you can’t break up with me”. He gave you an estranged look and asked “What do you mean?” You gave him a serious look and said “Because I’m in love with you”. You two had never said those words before, so it took Peter aback for a moment. “[Y/N], I love you too, but I’m doing what’s best for you”. You knew he meant no harm but his words brought rage in you. “You’re doing what’s best for me? If you were doing what’s best for me, you’d ask me. I love you and you love me, you don’t have to worry about keeping me safe. Staying together is what we should do. You can’t fight with a broken heart,” you held onto Peter as if your life depended on it. He held onto you back after a moment, knowing you were right. 

Thank you so much for being so supportive! I’m leaving Florida in a few days, so I’ll be much more active! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed!

-Lianne

Real

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Summary: Bucky writes a list on how not to lose you and you find it in the back pocket of his jeans. Requested by anonymous, a fic based on the song Tell Her You Love Her by Echosmith.

Words: 1.6k+

Warnings: Nightmare (just one, brief). It’s all fluff here, folks!

A/N: I wrote this on my iPad on iNotes lololol. Thank you thank you thank you to my bae @buckyywiththegoodhair for helping me out when I was stuck. Without you, this fic wouldn’t have happened. Hope you guys enjoy! Let me know what you think :):):)

Bucky had a hard time readjusting when Steve brought him to the tower merely 2 years after he had chosen to go back under, despite being constantly reassured that the only reason Steve had brought him back was because he was confident in new technology that could help reset Bucky’s mind. And it had done the job well. Simple words could no longer trigger the super soldier. But there was nothing they could do for his memories. Those would stay for as long as they wanted. He was plagued by nightmares, but he eventually found solace. In you.

It was an accident, really, how it all started. You were just heading down to the gym on a restless night when you heard grunts and pleas coming from behind his door. At the time, he was still adjusting to being around so many new people. He would mostly hang out with Steve, but when Steve wasn’t around he kept to himself. Never being outright rude or impolite, just quiet. So when you heard him struggling on your way to the gym, you made a split second decision to open the door, the urgency of his pleas leaving no time for you to second guess what you were about to do. When you got to his bedroom, you didn’t even bother knocking, you just opened the door and ran to him. His eyes were shut tight, sweat beading on his forehead, his arms gripping the sheets as his whole body thrashed against the mattress. You were careful but urgent in your attempts to wake him up, his screams of pain growing too much for you to bear. So you slowly placed a hand on his forehead and whispered his name. His face scrunched up in confusion, little lines forming between his eyebrows, but his eyes stayed shut and his breathing was still erratic. So you repeated his name over and over again, gradually raising your voice, until his body relaxed and his eyes finally fluttered open. His eyebrows knitted together in confusion before a flicker of recognition flitted across his eyes and he finally registered who was sitting on the bed next to him. You slowly lifted your palm from his forehead and started running your fingers through his damp hair. You stayed like that, gazes never breaking, until his breathing completely calmed. “You okay?” You kept your voice low so as not to frighten him. He nodded slowly and your lips lifted into a gentle smile before you got up from where you were perched on the bed and started making your way to his bedroom door. Before you could leave his room though, he called out your name. Turning around, your eyes met his once more, “Yeah?” A ghost of a smile crossed his lips. A real smile though, not the forced polite ones he’d given everyone on the team when he first arrived. “Thank you, [Y/N]”

After that night you two slowly grew more comfortable around each other until eventually he started confiding in you. About the things he’d done, the nightmares that plagued him, his fears. And when he finally did get more comfortable with your presence, a side of him came out that you could only assume was akin to what he was like in the 40’s. Playful, funny and charming. Somewhere along the line, you had completely fallen. He had been through so much and yet he had come out of it the kindest, most considerate man you’d ever known. In a new world, where the people were different and the customs had changed drastically, he had adjusted so well. His presence became a constant in your life and besides Nat, he was your best friend. So you tried your best to tamp it down, hoping it was just a passing thing. It made sense you would develop a little crush right? He was built like an Adonis after all, you weren’t immune to that. It didn’t help your case that you would sometimes catch him looking at you with longing in his eyes. He never made a move though. You suspected he was afraid of losing your friendship in the case you didn’t want him like he wanted you. So one day, when you two were watching a movie in his room, his arm draped across your shoulders, you decided to throw caution to the wind and finally take what you had wanted for so long. So you grabbed the remote and pressed pause. He looked at you with a playful smile and lifted an eyebrow, “Bathroom again?” He was poking fun at your ridiculously tiny bladder. You shook your head at him, a smirk on your lips. “Nope. Just tired of waiting.” His eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “Waiting for what?” “For you to make a move.” And then you were crashing your lips onto his. He reacted almost instantly despite his initial shock. And when he really registered what was happening, his hands came up to cup your face, tilting your head and taking control of the kiss. His lips were firm and soft against yours and it was everything you had wanted for so long and so much more. His tongue ran across your bottom lip, asking for permission that you quickly granted him. He explored your mouth fervently and you sighed at the feel of him, your hands flying to the front of his shirt. When the burning in your lungs got too uncomfortable, you parted for air, your eyes fluttering open and meeting his slightly darkened ones. He grinned. “I’m really glad you did that.” You wiggled your eyebrows at him. “Well someone has to have balls in this relationship.” He threw his head back laughing wholeheartedly and your heart danced at the sound. You joined him, overcome with joy.

7 months later, you were doing his laundry when you found a crumpled up note in the back pocket of his pants. Bucky had recently moved into the same living quarters as you. It wasn’t something you guys had talked about, it just happened. He was finding it harder and harder to sleep alone in his room when he knew what it felt like to fall asleep holding onto you. Besides, he was your boyfriend and you guys weren’t trying to hide it from the team any longer. You were never good at that anyway, anyone with eyes could tell. Unfolding the note, you found it was a list. Scrawled in his messy handwriting, it read:

1. Treat her better, make sure to see it through 2 Don’t be just everything she wants, be everything she needs 3. Don’t run away when you get tired 4. When she says she needs you, tell her you need her too 5. Tell her she’s lovely 6. Always tell her the truth 7. When she says she loves you, tell her you love her too

You scrunched up your nose at the cheesiness, but found yourself smiling anyway. The words sounded familiar to you, you were pretty sure they were lyrics to a popular song right now, you just didn’t know which one. “Buck!” You yelled over the sound of the tv program he was watching in the living room. He came strolling in, “Need some he-” his words cut off when he saw what you were holding in your hands. You smiled. “I’m just curious”, you assured him. He shuffled on his feet and put his hands in his pockets, something you only every saw him do when he was nervous or uncomfortable. “I-I was just getting groceries last week when I heard this song. Sam gave me a notepad with his grocery list on it, so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to write them down, seemed like good advice.” You slowly approached him. “What for?”, you asked quietly, even though you already had an idea. He sighed. “I’ve never been a serious relationship person, not even back then. And now dating’s even more crazy. Tinder? How is that a thing?” You chuckled. Trying to find your significant other purely by looks and a short bio did seem a little unconventional, even to you, a millennial. “And I don’t want to mess this up, [Y/N]. It’s too good, you’re too good”, he continued, his gaze dropping to his feet. You cupped his face and forced him to look back at you. You smiled before speaking. “You’re not going to mess this up. You’re the best man I know, don’t underestimate yourself. We’ve been doing fine so far, don’t you think? Actually, in my most humble opinion, we’ve been doing amazing. I love you so much. I’ve never loved anyone like I love you, and if you’ll have me, I’ll spend the rest of my days proving it to you until you believe it.” His face split into the biggest grin you’d ever seen and he let out a breathless chuckle. “I love you, I love you so much. I’m not sure you’re even real sometimes.” You beamed at him and pressed your lips against his, capturing them in a toe curling kiss. When you pulled back, you smiled at him. “Does that feel real to you?” He nodded vigorously. “It’s the realest thing I’ve ever felt,” he whispered, a smile blooming on his beautiful face. You ran your thumb over his cheek and grinned. “Good.”

TAGGING: @buckyywiththegoodhair @avengerofyourheart @bovaria @imaginingbucky @yourplumbucky

Something Else

So I said I was on a hiatus buuuut I had the UNREAL opportunity to see Civil War a week early and I’ve been waiting to write this idea since. I couldn’t resist so I broke hiatus bc I lack self-control…like c’mon Also I wrote all of it within an hour long study break so I apologize for any errors lol Title: Something Else Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader Summary: Being Tony’s child (bc Stark children are way too fun to write) and having to get Peter acclimated to Stark Tower after Tony recruits him. Word Count: 1,265 Warnings: food mention, CA:CW spoilers (not really but kinda)            "Y/N, I’m home!“ hollered Tony as you heard the door open.

           You roll your eyes, knowing it’s just your dad wanting your attention. You were his only kid after all, and he wasn’t going to be disrespected by his own blood. He’d disown you in an instant.

           And so, to please your tyrannical father, you turn the corner to greet him, only to be caught by a surprise.

           "Who’s that?” you asked, pointing at the teenager standing next to your father. “Did you adopt him? Is he my brother now? I swear…”

           "Yes, you’ve been dethroned as the Stark heir,“ your father sassed, rolling his eyes. “No, I did not adopt him. This is Peter Parker.”

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Get to know me meme → 4/? Favorite Actresses: Natalie Dormer 

“Sometimes, if something makes you uncomfortable as an actor, it’s interesting. And you have to work out why it’s making you uncomfortable: why do I feel threatened by this scene? Because sometimes it’s the stuff that makes you uncomfortable that is actually the good drama.”

Me: *Removes my cat from my lap to do something else.*

My cat: Father is...evil? Father is unyielding? Father is incapable of love? I am running away. I am packing my little rucksack and going out to explore the world as a lone vagabond. I can no longer thrive in this household.

boy: I really hate it when girls--

me: I have literally never cared less about the ending of a sentence in my entire life.

Kiss - Chris Evans

Can you do a chris/reader one where they act in a marvel movie opposite each other and they like each other ALOT and then win the mtv award for the best kiss for the movie and the fans and cast asks them to kiss on the spot & they do &later they go on a date. Lots of fluff pls. If you can, smut too!! Love your work btw!

N/A: Ok, guys, I made up a character for (Y/N) because I just couldn’t get any other character and modifies it to use here… And once again I have to warn you that I’m not good with smut… But I hope you enjoy it.

(Masterlist)

You never dreamed that one day you would get such an important role, especially such an important role right in a Marvel movie. But there you were in the big screen wearing combat boots and a clothing style that you would never use on a daily basis. Your character was a powerful villain with huge powers of telepathy and telekinesis, becoming the biggest nightmare of  the Avengers. You made your own fight scenes and most of the scenes that required great heights also, using your skills of Kung Fu you felt really powerful on the movie screens. Then the scream of the crowd roused you from your thoughts, you automatically smiled and looked at huge event screen, facing one of the trailer’s scene.

“Come on, Rogers. I don’t have all day for this or reasons for accepting this invitation.” you saw yourself with long and dark purple hair, passing one hand on the chest of your screen partner, Chris Evans, as you smiled dangerously.

“Nyx, you saw the truth with your own eyes, you can redeem yourself.” the Captain held your hand, entwining your fingers, you stood for a moment shaken because you felt a strong connection with the man after being saved by him. “I can help you, doll.”

“No, you can’t.” you took your free hand to his face, pulling him to lean toward you and then kissed his lips tenderly, but soon the kiss changed with Steve wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to him, one hand ended up in your hair holding tight as the kiss became more aggressive and hungry. You moaned against his lips before suddenly open your eyes startled and then you let go of him using your powers, giving apprehensive steps back without looking away from him. “This is a goodbye, Rogers.”

You laughed sheepishly as you listened to the crowd shouting excitedly, your eyes going towards your co-workers, the famous avengers, all participating in the kiss celebration and making you blush and Chris smile wildly. You didn’t imagine that a simple kiss would have so much impact to the point of competing for the MTV Awards. So you took a few seconds to believe that you and Chris had won the best kiss award, and Chris had to literally pull you to the stage while you giggled as you tried to follow in his footsteps with your high heels. But when you two came close to the microphone, you slapped his hand to loosen yours and straightened your clothes, making a serious expression as you watched the crowd agitated around you.

“Alright! Alright! I thought my prize had been the kiss, but I was mistaken. Really, thank you for choosing us… Right, Nyx?“ Chris began his speech, entering into his character and making everyone go crazy, he laughed while watching your nervous gaze and shrugged, laughing even more when you started listening to the crowd and your fellow co-workers shout ‘kiss her’.

“Well, thank you for the award and…” you pulled the microphone to stay on your height and started to speak with your character Nyx’s voice, raising an eyebrow as you pointed your index finger in denial towards your group “Not a chance, that kiss was the goodbye one-”

Suddenly you were interruptedbeing pulled by Chris, who without notice stuck his lips on yours in a passionate and nothing cinematic kiss. You promptly wrapped his neck with your arms as Chris pulled you more against him by the waist, gently turning your body to tilt you down imitating those old kissing scenes and then pick you up in his arms, ending the kiss because both of you needed air. You smiled to each other ignoring the jubilant shouts of everybody, Chris turned his attention back to the microphone.

“Well, I think I’ll take this doll on a date… Maybe she accepts to be an Avenger later.” he said laughing before turning away and leaving the stage with you still in his arms.

A few days had passed and you hadn’t recovered from the kiss that Chris had given you, always smiling sheepishly when you reminded it, you were feeling in the clouds. It had been a long time since the Avengers movie was in theaters, with an excellent response from the public, then you were looking at some movie proposals to work. You were happy to be growing as an actress, but you were really happy when your phone vibrated and you saw who sent you a message.

‘Are you at home?’

‘Yes, Christopher Evans.’

‘You forgot my middle name Robert.’

You chuckled while reading his answer, imagining the kinds of expressions that he’d have done if he was answering you face to face. You felt your heart warm, remembering the days of recording that you two spent a long time talking and laughing during behind the scenes. You couldn’t deny that you had a crush on Chris Evans. He was simply one of the finest men, not by his appearance - something that others always repaired first, but by his wonderful personality. You loved his smile, the way he talked and cared about everyone around him. Dammit, you loved him. 

Leaving aside the papers on the coffee table, you rose from the couch and stretched, after reading for hours you were tired. You picked up the phone again to reply Chris’s message  when you suddenly heard a knock on your door. You went to the door distractedly while typing the message, opening the same as you raised your index finger of your free hand to ask the person to wait.

“Well, I’m looking kind of stupid standing at your door with a bouquet, you know.” you heard Chris’ amused voice, making you stop what you were doing and face him with flushed cheeks.

“I-I was answering you.” you scowled, but then smiled seeing him smiling and noticing how gorgeous he was. Chris handed you the bouquet of pink tulips and you smiled brightly accepting it. “Please come in, Mr. Christopher Robert Evans.”

“I’d love to come in and accept a cup of coffee, but I was thinking about our date.” he said with a shrug, putting his hands in his jeans pockets and slightly raising his eyebrows waiting for your answer.

“Our date? Oh, I need to change clothes…” you blushed again, nervous because you’ve forgotten the date but wondering if you really had agreed to something.

“You’re beautiful like this and your perfume’s delicious, just put your shoes and is perfect.” Chris smiled passing you confidence, looking at your navy blue dress and bare feet, he ended up biting his lower lip.

“Hm… Okay, wait a minute.”

You left the door open and ran to your room, trying to straighten up little but nothing that indicated you were anxious, pulled on one of your allstar and then picking up your bag you returned to where Chris was waiting for you. You left your building in silence, staring each other once or twice to exchange shy smiles. After a quick trip in Chris’ car, you found yourself at his house. Okay, you were alright, you were calm and at his house. And he said it was a date? You took a deep breath. You were so far from calm.

“Hey, I’m sorry for bringing you here… But I thought it would be less stressful and we could talk without worrying about paparazzi or something.“ Chris scratched his neck with a closed smile, as if reading your mind.

“It’s all right, Chris. I think you made the best choice.” you smiled more relaxed, leaving your purse on the coffee table and sitting on the couch he had indicated.

“So, what do you like to eat? Would you like a glass of water? Soda? Beer? Wine? Vodka?” he asked quickly, indicating the kitchen and walking up to half the hall but then coming back to hear your answer, making you raise an eyebrow and giggle. “What?”

“You’re nervous too or is it just me?" you got up from the couch, slowly walking up to him, taking the opportunity to take a deep breath and calm down first, grinning widely when you got close enough to stroke his beard. "I think we need to relax, because we go out together several times while shooting.”

“No, it’s different now.“ he shook his head and smiled shyly, taking his hand to yours that stroked his beard "And you’re feeling too, I can see in your eyes.”

You both were there in silence staring at each other, the light of the living room’s window slightly illuminating the hall and giving a calm air. But you could feel your heart beat faster and faster, every thought your mind formed and claimed about what you felt for that man standing there in front of you. And then something hit you in full, the realization that you had been through multiple steps without notice. The time he helped you cure your flu, when you took care of him while he had food poisoning, when emerged bad rumors about you, when he got injured during filming, the days off that you spent together eating and watching Disney movies or then going out with the rest of the team to drink… You grinned and blushed slightly when you noticed that Chris was bitting his lower lip to contain his own smile.

“Can… Can I kiss you?” he whispered, his eyes alternating to face your lips and your eyes, without relying on your ability to say something smart at the moment, you just nodded slightly.

When you tried to take your hand from his face, he kept his hand on yours indicating to continue there and then grabbed your hips with both hands before sliding them over your back, keeping one in the middle of your back and the other in your neck. Chris stared at you for a moment with a loving smile before leaning to seal your lips in a slow and passionate kiss, but it didn’t take long to your back collide against the wall and have his body glued to yours. Chris’ lips moved away from yours, sliding down your neck with wet kisses and weak bites, tearing a heavy sigh from you and making you slightly pull his hair. You felt one of his hands wander around the side of your body to one of your thighs to then squeeze tightly and you didn’t think twice about picking up impulse to wrap your legs around his waist.

“Babe… I think it’s better we go slow.“ Chris whispered hoarsely into your ear, causing you chills and you just mumbled a little whimper. You heard Chris try to contain a grunt and felt him tighten against you, but then he took a deep breath and chuckled. "Sorry, little one, but I need to talk with you.”

“W-what do you mean?” you opened your eyes a little confused, blushing slightly as he put you on the floor and helped you straighten your dress, smiling when he noticed your flushed cheeks.

“I mean that, this here, us” he indicated with his hand both of you and smiled again, then using his hand to put a lock of hair behind your ear. Chris looked a little anxious, smiling with closed lips and clasping his eyebrows slightly before speaking again. “It’s more than a kiss and make out session for me. Damn, I had planned this in another way… But… Ugh, babe, you want to go out with me? Be my girlfriend? Having to put up with my jokes?”

“Chris, you really are the knight on the white horse.“ you hugged him tight around his waist, burying your face in his chest. Chris promptly hugged you back and kissed the top of your head.

“Huh? Wait, are you-”

“Of course I want to, silly! If you stop to think about it, I’ve done it for some time." You shrugged, raising your face to look at him with a smile from ear to ear and slightly flushed checks, which seemed impossible for you to control near him.

“Oh man, I’m the luckiest person in the world!” he laughed aloud, holding you tightly and lifting you off the ground before returning to kiss your lips. Oh, no, you were the luckiest person in the world.

If It All Fell

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Summary: If it all fell apart—if you forgot who you were—would you love him again? Would the bond guide you back? Azriel doesn't know if that uncertainty is one he can bear.

Warnings: Angst, PINING, injury, references to nonconsensual situations

a/n: This series is in progress :) Thank you all for reading!!! ♡

Part 1 ♡

Part 2 ☆

Part 3 ✶

Part 4☼

Part 5 ☁

Part 6 ♡

Part 7 ☆

Part 8 ✶

Part 9☼

Part 10 ☁

Part 11 ♡

Part 12

Part 13