Chris Pine Ruined My Life

Chris pine obsessed, annoyed I dont have him with some imagines thrown in the mix. Send in requests anytime!

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Imagine Chris sharing his love for you.

You can feel Chris’ eyes on you from the moment you sit down on the couch across from him, your head buried deep into your book but your train of thought is lost when his gaze refuses to leave. The television runs in the background, sharing the news but Chris it’s paying any attention. All eyes are on you. You smile, trying to remain composed.

“I love you.” He says, in the sweetest of voices.

“I love you.”

“I really do.” he shares, smiling. You reach your leg out gently nudging his thigh. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just so in love with you.” You chuckle and he lets out a shallow breath. “I do love you, more than anything. It’s ridiculous how much i love you.”

“Chris...” You start to say, slowly putting your book down in your lap.

“I do. I love you more than I can put into words.” His eyes are full of love, adding even more beauty to them. “There’s no proper way to express it except for simply saying that I love you.”

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You didn’t arrive together but that doesn’t stop you two from running into each other, your in the middle of an interview when he walks past you. His shoulder casually, in fact it could almost be a mistake, bumps into yours. Immediately, his hand touches your shoulders. “I’m sorry.” he says loudly. 

“It’s fine.” 

“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?” He asks, his eyes starring deeply into yours. 

“No. I’m fine.” He nods and walks away. It’s adorable and as the night continues, his little mistakes or accidental bumps continue. When you go to get a drink, he’s there and tries to grab the exact glass of champagne you reached for. 

“Dammit, sorry, again.” He says with a smile. 

“It’s fine.” You respond. 

Again and again, each time his smile is darker and his touch lingers. He’s being subtle or trying too, it’s not working. When you are in the back of the crowd, he’s there attempting to move past you when he runs his hand along your back. “Sorry.” He whispers next to your, his breath sending chills down your back that make you rethink everything you said about keeping quiet about this. He was making it difficult. 

“It’s fine.” You say for the twentieth time that night before reaching out to grab his hand, gently squeezing it. 

“Oh, I’m sorry.” You say, quietly giving him a small smile. 

“I’m sure you are.” The games continue through the night, each trying to mess with the other and get away with it. 

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Chris stood in front of you, his eyes moving quickly between your eyes and your lips. He’s nervous, his breath as he watches you speak. 

“I think it’s just a--” 

“I really want to kiss you right now.” He says interrupting you and your words are stuck in your throat.  Eyes wide as you stare at him in shock. His eyes are dark as he stares at you. “Like really.” He adds. 

“Okay.” You say shakily. 

He takes a quick step forward, his head low and his lips are on yours in a matter of seconds, hands wrapping around your waist. The kiss is magical, a kiss beyond words, one that takes every breathe from your lungs away. It’s heart stopping, jaw dropping and it makes you beg for more. He moves close, his hand pushing your waist into his as he deepens the kiss. Only after his tongue traces yours does he pull away, his forehead resting against yours as you both breath out deeply. You’re breathless, speechless while your hand is still tightly holding his jacket as if you fear letting him go would make you awake and realize this was all just a dream. He finds his breathe before you do and his words do little to help. 

“I’ve wanted to do that since the moment I saw you.” 

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Imagine Chris proposing to you.

“What if i did that?” Chris asks, from behind you as you both walk along the pier, listening to the sounds of the waves crashing. 

“Did what?”

“Professed my love for you like that?” Chris asks, referring to the couple in the restaurant who celebrated their anniversary by getting engaged. 

“I don’t know.” 

“Would you say like it?” You don’t answer. You run your hand along the small brick wall as you walk. 

“That’s okay,” He continues. “I know what you’d say.” 

“Oh really?” 

“Oh, Chris thank you. Thank you so much. You’re an amazing man, the best thing to ever happen to me. You’re perfect, the best thing I've ever had and the sex...” He chuckles. “The sex is just mind blowing.” 

“Now you’re reaching.” You joke, rolling your eyes. 

“It’s just beyond words. I’m so thankful I met you. I say Yes.” 

A look of confusion crosses your face as his words stop. “Yes? Yes what? Did you run out--” You say as you turn around to face him, only to find Chris kneeling on one knee and a small blue box in his hand. 

“Yes. You’ll marry me?” He says smiling. Your jaw drops as you stare at him, completely ignoring the ring. “Will you marry me?” He asks in a low voice. The moment is silent, filled with the waves crashing and sound of seagulls. 

“Yes! Of course!” You shout, quickly moving towards him as he stands pulling you into a kiss. 

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Imagine: after babysitting, Chris asks about starting family. 

“Alright, the baby finally asleep.” Chris says, quietly coming down the stairs, a exhausted look on his face. 

“Daddy does it quicker.” Your five year old niece directs to Chris.

“That’s because your daddy has more practice.” Chris smiles at the small child. 

“Uh-huh.” The small girl says walking away with a slight skip in step. 

Chris stands beside you, wrapping his arm around your waist. “How’d you finally get him to sleep?” You ask, leaning into him, resting your hand on his chest as he plants a small kiss on your head. 

“I told him I’d give him a chocolate bar and he conked right out.”

“He’s six months old.”

“Kids got his priority's set.” He jokes.

“Oh, really?” You rest your head on Chris chest as you two watch your small niece play with the small dog in the living room, filling the room with laughter. 

“What if we had one?” 

“Had one what?”

“A baby.”

“What?” You ask, looking up at him in confusion. 

“What if we had a baby? Or a couple? I like this. A house full of kids, you and me. It’s nice.”

“Are you serious?” 

“Of course.” 

“What about your job?” 

“I could cut back on projects. It’d be worth it for you and a baby.” You chuckle, daze by his confusion. “A family would be nice. First tooth, first steps, first birthday.”

“Thought about this for a while have you?” 

“It’s been on my mind lately.” He rubs your arms. “What do you think?”

“I suppose a little you wouldn’t be too bad.” 

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“I have to tell you something…” You say pulling yourself out of his arms.

“Sure.” Chris says still trying to keep his arms wrapped tightly around you. “Anything.”

You take a deep breathe trying to calm your nerves. He gives you a look of confusion, his blue eyes starring deeply into yours with a deep sigh you speak, softly. “I know, Zach.”

He chuckles. “Okay?”

“No… I mean, I–I dated Zach.”

His brow furrows and once again your heart races. “It was a long time ago. Nothing Happen–” 

He interrupts you, “I just-i dont care. You’re here with me now, that’s all that matters, Y/N.” He smiles gently, pulling you into a deep kiss. 

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“I just think our time has come.” You lie, your voice threatening to betray your words at any given moment. Chris tilts his head like he didn’t hear you properly but he did, it’s a shock. 

“What?” He asks. 

“I just...” You breathe out, closing your eyes and looking away. “I don’t want to be with you anymore.” Another lie. 

He shakes his head, refusing to believe you. His words stutter before he can get a proper sentence out. “We’re fine.” 

“No.” 

“How?” 

“I...” You can’t think of a single thing. You can’t even lie, there’s nothing to not be happy about. Chris was great, he was the perfect boyfriend. “I’m not Hollywood material.” You confess, starting to walk away. 

He follows suit. “Hey!” He shouts, gently reaching out to touch your hand. “What?” 

“I’m not those girls on the magazines. I don’t have rock hard abs or a flat stomach.” You turn around tossing your arms up in the air with annoyance. “Or know how to do my make up properly. I don’t wear clothes that flatter my body. I’m not a model.” 

He chuckles. “ Is that what this is about?” He looks highly amused. “I don’t care about that shit. I want you. I don’t want that. You---you’re” He grabs your hand, taking a step back to stare at you. “You’re perfect. I don’t care about Hollywood shit, I don’t want that. I want you. So you’re make up skills aren’t amazing, you’re beautiful. So you don’t have rock hard abs or a flat stomach, you think i have that all the time? I want you, hollywood model or not, you’re perfect.” 

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Imagine sleeping with chris and being under the impression it was simply a one night stand until he offers to make you breakfast

She stumbles around his apartment, trying to make as little noise as possible as she searches for her clothes. She’d found her bra and underwear everything else either was out of the bedroom or in his living room.

She walked on the tips of her toes, mimicking the way a spy would move as she creeps through the bed room. Out of the corner of her eye, she spots them discarded near his closet door.

“Thank god.” She whispers. Just as she bends down to retrieve her pants, she hears him.

“That’s a sight I enjoy waking up too.” Chris says from behind her followed by a light chuckle. She was leaning down meaning he has the perfect sight of her scandly clothed bum.

“Um…” She says, slowly straightening back up, her jeans gripped tightly in her hand. “I was–i was just going.” She pulls her pants up on one leg and hears the sheets rustle.

“Going where?” He asks.

She sighs, slowly turning to face him. “Home.” it sounds like a question rather than a destination.

“Oh…” He says, glancing at the clock beside his bed. It’s nearing eleven. She finishes buttoning her pants and now begins searching for her T-shirt. “You can grab one of mine out of the top drawer.” Chris says pointing at the black dresser on the other side of the room.

She smiles. “Thanks.”

“What… do you like pancakes?” Chris asks with a smile on his Face.

“Why?” She asks, caught off guard. She pulls one of his t-shirts out of the drawer.

“I’m not bragging but I do make a mean batch of pancakes.” He says smiling.