A casual morning, like always. Sebastian and Georgetta had a lunch date together so after a little soft fucking he promised to call Chris to keep you company. Of course, me being... well, me, I nodded and he left me in a sex dazed sleep.
Right now, me and Chris were eating breakfast in the backyard, Dodger and Widow by Chris' feet, pawing him for little breakfast scraps.
I was sketching a cosplay I wanted to do this SDCC when Chris suddenly asked me;
"You're gonna marry me right?"
I choked on my (hot beverage), making me sip more than intended, the hot liquid burning down my throat. I coughed and put it down, looking up at my slightly startled blonde. "P-pardon?"
"Come on honey, stop acting like you didn't hear me." Chris smirked, his phone still suspiciously up.
I cleared my throat and continued to sketch, keeping an emotionless face on. "If this is your dumbass way of proposing to me, Evans, then no, I'm not." I spat. Chris pursed his lips into a thin line, staying silent for a while, as if he was thinking. Then he grins at the plate of waffles, eyes flickering back to my confused ones.
"You will."
I cocked an eyebrow at Chris' sudden confidence. I put my sketchbook down and leaned forward, crossing my arms over each other. "What makes you so sure?"
Chris smirks, mimicking my position. "The ring on your finger baby."
What?
My eyes look fall on my hands.
"It looks gorgeous on you."
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Three's A Crowd
أدب الهواةWhen twenty-eight-year-old Sebastian Stan scores a huge role for Marvel's newest superhero origin movie, secretly dedicated to his best friend's cute obsession with the comics, both Sebastian and (y/n) meet "some guy" from Boston and (y/n) falls in...
