Chris Pine Imagines

Agony (Chris Pine)

You were standing on the bed, dressed in your beautiful Marvel pajamas, as you waited for Chris to come out of the bathroom. However, you soon got bored after a couple minutes and decided to sing a song that represented your feelings in the current situation.

"Did I abuse her or show her disdain, why does she run from me?" You sang, dramatically flopping onto the bed. The water from the shower ceased flowing and you knew you got his attention.

"If I should lose her how shall I regain, the heart she has won from me?" You continued, and the door of the shower slowly opened to reveal Chris, with a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was a wet mess and he smirked as he went to grab his clothes.

"AGONY! Beyond power of speech! When the one thing you want is the only thing out of your reach..." You poured you heart out into singing that line, and stretched out your right arm, pretending to grab for him, but all you caught was air. He went back into the bathroom, and you pouted.

"High in her tower, she sits by the hour, maintaining her hair...." Chris sang from the bathroom, and you smiled in response.

"Blithe and becoming and frequently humming a lighthearted air..." He continued before vocalizing.

"Agony! Far more painful than yours!" He roared, opening the bathroom door, revealing his own set of Star Trek pjs and standing in front of you, but on the floor.

"When you know she would go with you, if there only were doors..." He said, softly, lips brushing against your forehead. You hummed happily in response,

"Agony," You sang,

"Oh the torture they teach!" He continued,

"What's as intriguing-"

"Or half so fatiguing, as what's out of reach?" He sang, leaning in closer to the bed frame.

"Am I not sensitive, clever, well mannered, considerate, passionate, charming, as kind as I'm handsome?" You looked at Chris who giggled in response before continuing,

"You are everything maidens could wish for-"

"Then why no?" You asked, crouching down onto the bed to meet his level,

"Do I know?" He rolled his eyes playfully,

"The girl must be mad... !" You exclaimed, flopping onto the bed, once again.

"You know nothing of madness," Chris sang, moving to sit on the bed with you, "Until you're climbing her hair and you see her up there as your nearing her, all the while hearing her-" He played with your hair as you vocalized that part,

"Agony!" You jumped up,

"Misery!"

"Woe, though it's different for each..." You both sang in harmony, as he made his way to the front of the bed once again.

"Always ten steps behind..." He dramatic turned to the wardrobe as he sang,

"Always ten feet below..." You crashed onto the bed, gazing up at the ceiling,

"And she's just just out of reach..." You both harmonized once again, reaching out into open air.

"Agony that can cut like a knife..." Now you both pretended to stab yourself in the chest,

"I must have her..." You sang,

"To wife..." Chris finished, walking closer to you and placing a soft kiss onto your forehead. You smiled, and looked up at his baby blue eyes,

"When shall I be your wife?" You asked,

"That's a surprise, my love." He replied and you huffed,

"Oh the agony."