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Nobody Can Stop the Gospel

No matter what, come what may, God will see that the Gospel will advance

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Perfect {Christian Bale x Reader Oneshot}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 1838 Summary: Christian proves time and time again how much he loves you. Song: Perfect by Ed Sheeran

Although you had been married for five years now, Christian kept finding ways to surprise you. He never stopped trying to woo you, although he had put both the engagement and wedding rings upon your finger. When you got home from filming, after a good four months abroad, you had expected to see him sitting on the couch, anticipating your arrival, but that wasn’t what you got. What you had come home to was candlelight from different parts of the house, rose petals strewn down the hallway, and a note upon the table where you often set your keys, hand written with your name on it. You picked it up and read it outloud in a whisper.

‘Y/N,

Darling, I’ve had the last four months to think about what I was going to do when you finally came back home to me. You know me, I couldn’t just sit around and wait, I had to think up something. Do something. A balloon and a banner wouldn’t have been enough, so I had to use my imagination. I came up with a thousand different things, and made a hundred different plans but this is the one that I settled on. This is what you inspired me to do. So follow the path, and meet me where I’m waiting for you.

Yours forever,

Christian.’

You pressed the piece of paper up to your face, and could smell his cologne. He must have been wearing it when he wrote this. And he had used his best handwriting too, not the scribbles that he usually did when he was jotting down notes or taking a message. You set the paper back down carefully, for you wanted to save this note. You kept every love note that he had ever written for you, even the first one that he had slipped under the door of your dressing room after you first met and had a connection on a film that you worked on together. You had a metal, fireproof box of them in your closet. It was worth the investment. You didn’t want anything to happen to them, and planned to show them to your children one day to prove that your husband, their father, was a romantic. Okay, maybe not all of them. There were a few that were for your eyes only.

You took off your shoes and left your luggage by the door, following the rose petals in your bare feet. The carpet felt soft and familiar after spending so long in your trailer, which was not nearly as nice as this house. You blew out the candles as you went on, noticing that there wasn’t much wax dripping so he must have lit them right before you came in. Still - you didn’t want to cause a fire for the sake of romance.

The petals lead you to the French doors which opened up to the backyard. The doors were open, a breeze coming through, ruffling at the tied-off curtains. Outside, strung up amongst the patio and the backyard, were paper lanterns. They were usually only used for parties and entertaining, but there didn’t appear to be anyone else out there but Christian.

When he saw you, he lifted his phone and pressed a button. A song started to come through the speakers. You recognized it from the radio, but you couldn’t claim to know it well. It was sweet, and it was warm, very much like the air out here tonight. You even noticed that he had put on the candles which acted as mosquito repellant, which you were very thankful for in these hot and muggy months. You walked down the stairs to the grass below, raising an eyebrow at him as the blades tickled at your toes.

“What’s all this?” You asked.

“A little welcome home,” He said, taking your hand giving you a spin. You giggled, and finished it by spinning right into his chest. Now you were understanding the meaning of the music, because he began to sway with you. You rested your head against his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat. You didn’t realize how much you had missed the little things. The feeling of his hand against yours. The way that he dressed up for tonight, wearing a button up and nice trousers, just to see you. You were flattered, and honored as always.

The song seemed to know exactly how you were feeling. The lyrics were describing what was happening, right around you, and it made your heart shoot higher. God, you loved this man.

“I missed you,” He said softly into your ear. His breath tickled against your skin, and it sent a shiver up your spine. You smiled against him, your eyes drooping closed to fully take in the moment.

“I missed you too,” You admitted, humming contently. “But you didn’t have to go through all of this. I would have been happy with the banner and the balloons.”

“I know,” Christian chuckled, kissing the top of your head. “And that’s why I knew I had to do this. Because you’re deserving of so much more than a banner and some balloons.”

“You did bring balloons though right? You know I love those things,” You joked. Everything was absolutely perfect so far. A homecoming that you didn’t think that you deserved, but one that you sorely needed. He always went above and beyond for you - so you knew that you had to start planning what you were going to do for his next homecoming. He was always working on some project or other, so he was bound to be leaving your side soon. But now wasn’t the time to think about such negative things.

As the song came to an end, Christian’s lips finally met yours in a kiss that more than made up for being gone for so long. You pressed yourself against his body, trying to make it last longer, but he pulled away much too soon. You pouted at him, wondering what was going on.

“This wasn’t it,” He said, squeezing your hand. He lead you through the grass, over towards the pool house. There was a light breeze over the clear water, which looked enticing enough to jump in now. Perhaps before the night was over. You did get some sleep on the plane, and were feeling pretty well rested. A little skinny dipping adventure sounded like the perfect way to end the night.

The lights were on inside of the little structure. You never actually spent that much time in it, using it as storage, so you were eagerly looking forward to seeing what was in there which Christian thought so important. He opened the door for you, and when you stepped inside, you saw that everything had changed. There weren’t any boxes piled up or pool toys or Christian’s tools anymore. All of that stuff had been unpacked, put away and then buried behind a fresh coat of paint and new floors.

Not only that, but a table and two chairs were set inside, and the smell of your favorite dish came wafting over as you stepped inside. By now your cheeks were starting to hurt from having to support your smile for so long. “How did you know I was starving?” You chuckled, stepping further inside to see the candlelight had spread from the house to the poolhouse as well. Long, tall candles were on the table, sitting on either side of a vase with a couple of your favorite flowers, freshly picked.

“I know you,” Christian said with a grin. You slapped his arm playfully, but he didn’t stay by your side long to take the abuse. He moved past you to the chair, pulling it out for you, the part of the perfect gentleman. You took the seat, feeling like a pile of honey from how sweet he was being to you. “And I know you hate airplane food.” He added on, taking his own seat.

“Very true,” You admitted. The man really did know you better than anyone. You really didn’t think that you would ever love another human being this much, but he blew your expectations of romance right out of the water. “So, you redid the pool house,” You noted, cutting into your food.

“I thought it was about time,” Christian said, looking away from you for the first time of the night to take in his own handiwork. “I was thinking about adding more to it - making it like a playhouse.”

“A playhouse?” You asked, putting your fork down in surprise. “For who?”

“No one we know ... yet,” He said, a coy expression on his face. You knew exactly what he had meant though - you’d had these conversations before. Before you even got engaged, you wanted to be on the same page about having children one day. You wanted to share everything with him. Not just your heart, your career or your house - but the experience of parenthood as well. Thinking about a couple of little Christian’s running around, with big sweet versions of his eyes - it was almost too cute to bare. But the time had never seemed right, not with the fame and your constant projects. But he hadn’t taken on a job in six months, you realized. It made you wonder if he was serious about settling down for a while.

“Do you really mean that?” You asked, your own schedule wide open. Now was actually the perfect time if you were going to try for kids. You were financial steady, the house was paid off, you didn’t have to rush off for work anytime soon. And Christian could be there for you throughout all of it.

“What better time than now?” Christian asked, continuing to eat like he hadn’t just dropped that bombshell on you. You picked your fork back up and continued to eat, imagining throughout what could be done with this place. You’d need many more shelves for the plethora of toys that your children were going to have.

“Could you be any more perfect?” You asked, sliding your foot up his thigh as a little tease of what was to come later.

“Is that a challenge?” Christian asked, raising an eyebrow at you from across the table. “What if I told you that I planned to also clean the dishes tonight, and be the one that picks up all of the rose petals. You don’t even have to lift a finger.”

“Then I’d say yes, you can be more perfect,” You said, giggling. You hadn’t even thought about how annoying it could be to pick up each individual rose petal.

No matter how much you felt like you didn’t deserve all this, he had a way of making you feel perfect in return.

[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine Christian Bale falling in love with you.

It was good advice to never fall in love with your co-workers. For Christian, that was easy. Though he interacted with hundreds of gorgeous women, many of them models or the top actresses, he wasn’t about the high celebrity life. He didn’t care to be seen with the Hollywood ‘it’ girl at the top restaurants. He didn’t care about who he had on his arm at award shows, or what the gossip magazines would say.

Until you.

Granted, you were not a coworker. You weren’t working with him on a movie on either cast or crew. You weren’t a part of the production team or anything close to that.

Instead, you were the person who was interviewing him for some film magazine, but that was close enough to being a co-worker that it made Christian feel a little something in his stomach. A good feeling and a bad feeling. Yin and Yang.

You asked him a question and he foolishly had to ask you to repeat it, so taken in by the sight of your eyes. The curve of your lips as you smiled. The way that you articulated the questions showed intelligence. The clothes you wore emphasized your personality.

God, he was smitten. Now if only there was a way to turn this interview around onto you.

Requested by: Anonymous

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Imagine Christian Bale taking you to a special place.

You would have loved to see what your boyfriend was sighing contently at, but unfortunately, he had tied a black blindfold over your eyes, rendering your vision useless. You could use your other senses though, but it wasn’t much help. All you could hear were birds, and Christian. You smelt something sweet, floral. The sun was beating down on your exposed arms and face. “Can I take this off now?” You asked, growing frustrated. You really could be anywhere.

“Almost,” He said. His fingers were lightly circled around your wrist, bringing you on this grand adventure. “Step carefully.”

Something kept brushing by your sides. It felt like foliage of some sort. The ground beneath your shoes felt squishy, like dirt. You weren’t on a road anymore, you could tell that much.

“Come on, please?” You pleaded, pouting because at the very least, he could see your lips. He laughed, a wonderful sound on any other occasion but you were growing a bit nervous.

“Okay, let me help you. Close your eyes so you can get adjusted to the light slowly.” He let go of your wrist and deftly untied the sash behind you.  You did as instructed, and once the blindfold was gone, you were struck with the bright red of your inner eyelids. Blinking slowly, you opened your eyes and thought for a moment that he had taken you to the sun itself, it was so bright.

After adjusting a little more, however, you saw that you were not on the sun, but the closest place to. A large sunflower field that he had taken you into so you were surrounded by the beautiful flowers that you loved so much. It was a sight to behold. “Wow,” You said, trying to catch your breath. “How did you find this place?”

“A lot of research,” He admitted, putting his arms around you from behind and laid a big ol’ kiss on your cheek. “Do you like it?”

“I want to live here,” You said, making him chuckle against your ear.

Requested by: Anonymous

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Imagine telling Christian Bale that you’re pregnant with his baby.

This was big.

The plus sign was on the first pregnancy test. The pink line was on the second. The word ‘Pregnant’ was on the third. There was no point in going to the Doctor to get a conclusive test, since this and your symptoms were proof enough. And the memory of your nights with Christian during which you hadn’t exactly been the most careful.

You had them spread out, on top of a towel, on the bathroom sink. You were nervous to tell Christian and decided to let him look at them for himself, so he would know this wasn’t a joke.

“Babe, can you come here for a second?” You called out to your boyfriend. It didn’t take him long to come to you, considering he had been taking care of you while he thought you had the ‘flu’. Now, in front of his eyes, was the proof that it wasn’t something seasonal.

“You’re pregnant?” He asked, after looking at each test carefully. “But we...”

“There was a couple of times when we didn’t,” You reminded him. In the heat of the moment, a rubber wasn’t always considered. “I haven’t seen a Doctor yet but I’d say this is pretty conclusive.”

“I’ll make the appointment,” He said, more excited than you thought he would be. “We need to get you on vitamins as soon as possible! We want you and the baby to be healthy.”

“Really?” You said, eyes wide as he didn’t even consider any other options. You thought with his career, he might seek adoption, so as not to get distracted.

“Obviously. I told you, I’ll take care of you. That means this baby too.”

Requested by: Anonymous

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Imagine practicing your acting on Christian Bale.

Christian could not believe his ears. This was what he had been waiting for, needing, for the last couple of months. A sign that you were interested would have been enough but a confession of love? If only he could get his heart under control. He may have worked with some of the most beautiful, and most famous, faces in Hollywood but he never gave them a second glance, not after you had come into his life as an assistant.

And here you were, pouring your heart out to him. And to top it all off, you lightly kissed the corner of his lips.

“Well?” You said, after your declaration. “What do you think?”

“I - I -” Christian stuttered. It was hard to get himself to breathe normally. His mind raced with ideas of the future for the two of you, just as they had every day since he realized he had feelings for you that were beyond professional. He could feel the warmth of where you had kissed him. He was about to tell you that he had felt the same, always had, but to his immeasurable shock, you started to laugh.

“I’m so sorry,” You said, wiping your forehead of little sweat droplets. You were looking quite nervous now. “I got a little carried away. I wanted to surprise you with what I put together for the audition. Did you like it? Was I convincing?”

“Audition?” He asked, that word striking a chord.

“I told you about it, remember? I got a chance to audition for a new Netflix romcom. So what did you think? Am I a convincing actress?”

He licked his lips, and turned to look in a different direction. “Ahh - yes, very good. Excuse me,” He left you to walk out of the dressing room, where one of the producers was waiting for him. His heart felt like it had sunk so low, it was tangled in his socks, but he could not yet muster up the courage to tell you that it had been very real to him.

Requested by: Anonymous

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Imagine Christian Bale catching you, his assistant, tipsy at a bar.

This wasn’t where Christian had thought you would be on your night off. But then again, where else would you have gone if you weren’t in your hotel room, other than the hotel bar? It was a Friday night, so there were quite a few people in there, enough where Christian felt like he could blend in with the crowd. That was a definite asset tonight. Mainly because he was sitting at a table, by himself, watching you like a hawk.

You were with one of the other assistants, he didn’t know whose, and having more than a couple of cocktails. It was interesting to watch you let yourself go, to not be the conservative and formal person that you were while he was around. It was like getting to know the real you - and he was liking what he was seeing. That was - until - you hopped up on the table that you were at and started to shake your hips in a rather hypnotizing dance.

A few men around the bar started whistling, which immediately set him into action. Abandoning his drink, and anonymity, he approached you and cleared his throat. You turned to look at him, and he expected a look of horror at what you were doing in front of your boss. But no, you just took his hand and tried to invite him to dance with you. He declined with a red face, but continued to hold your hand and bring you back down onto the ground.

“Why won’t you dance with me?” You asked, using a pout that he had never seen you do. It was incredibly adorable. He found it hard to resist.

“You’re going to have a hangover tomorrow, and I can’t have my best being less than their best,” He said, stumbling over his words. You laughed, and put your arms around his neck.

“I’ll always be my best for you, you know that.” You purred. “Haven’t you noticed how much I’ve been trying to impress you? I like - I love you.” At your words, the friend you were with whistled in excitement, even following it up with a ‘You tell him!’

“Let’s get you some water, and to your own room, shall we?” Christian said. He was looking forward to tomorrow’s conversation about this, and hoped to the bottom of his heart that it was not just drunk rambling. He’d never take advantage of you while you were like this, but all he wanted to do right now was kiss you.

Requested by: Anonymous

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Imagine doing tiktok pranks on your husband, Christian Bale.

TikTok had become one of your best friends while you were being a stay-at-home mom to your two kids. Christian kept working, but he was taking entire years off to stay with you and the kids. You both could live off the money he made from Batman alone, but acting was a passion to him, not just a paycheck.

There was a new challenge out and you were eager to try it out. The ‘I feel like you could have been nicer to me’ challenge. This was going to be entertaining.

Christian was sitting at the dinner table, going over some scripts that he was sent. He looked a little stressed, the wrinkles showing between his brows. Must be slim pickings.

“Christian?” You said, phone tucked into the pocket of your shirt, camera facing him. “I just feel like...” You leaned against the wall in the entry to the dining room. “You could have been a little nicer to me today.”

His head shot up at that, and the wrinkle grew bigger. “What do you mean?” He asked, looking distressed. You shrugged.

“I don’t know, you just could have been nicer.”

He was quiet for a couple of seconds. You could see him running through the day in his head. He then sighed. “You’re right, of course. Why don’t we all go for out for dinner?”

Requested by: Anonymous