but gifs are so much more fun

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I wasn’t an actress back then. This casting director flew from England to Israel and she was looking for the Bond girl. When my agent told me about that I was like “No way I’m gonna audition. I’m studying law and international relationship. I’m way too serious and smart for being an actress.” I had a call-back and another call-back and another and throughout this process I realized that GOD-DAMN, like acting is so much more fun than going to law school.

minjoon moment….ft. hobi^^

That mini panic attack you have when your youngest adoptive son comes to visit you while your oldest son is already there and you know they are having a feud

“I am a little hurt that he’s not here tonight. We had so much fun the last time. And it is surprising. You got a room full of reporters, celebrities, cameras, and he says no. Is this dinner too tacky for The Donald? What could he possibly be doing instead? Is he at home, eating a Trump Steak, tweeting out insults to Angela Merkel? There’s one area where Donald’s experience could be invaluable, because Trump knows a thing or two about running waterfront properties into the ground. That’s probably enough. I’ve got more material. I don’t want to spend too much time on The Donald. Following your lead, I want to show some restraint. With that I just have two more words to say: Obama Out.”

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Happy Voltron Positivity Day!!!

Here is my piece for the Voltron Positivity Exchange ( A big big thank you to @stargazershiro​ for taking the time into organizing it and taking the time to make it happen!)

for @trans-keith-kogayne ,I drew klunk ft awkward hands im so sorry ;–; fanart I had so much fun drawing this piece, these kids are just too cute :3 and I hope you like it ^^

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 anyways, I made two gifs out of it and below the cut is the still image

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Imagine having play fights with Chris.

A/N: Thought of this after seeing Chris bantering with Octavia Spencer (who is just an amazing actress that I love so much) Enjoy!

You tried not to giggle as you stood behind your husband in the kitchen; you were wearing the Atlanta Falcons jersey Octavia Spencer- a close friend of Chris’ and yours- had sent over as an attempt to mess with him after their banter on Twitter about whose team was going to win at the Super Bowl. She had texted you about it the day before, and of course you were more than happy to mess with your husband; it was payback considering he made fun of your favorite TV show ‘Arrow’ because it was DC.

Now everyone knew what Chris was like when it came to football, Tom Brady, and The Patriots; passionate was an understatement, that boy was obsessed. His inner fan girl was so well known that every interview you had leading up to the Super Bowl involved that particular topic. You knew nothing about sports, but you knew a lot about how adorable your husband got when it came to his team. He was about as adorable as you were when you met your favorite superhero, Captain America at the Vanity Fair after party four years ago.

You tapped your socked foot on the hardwood floor as you waited for Chris- who was clearly too busy stocking the fridge with beer- to turn around. You sighed quietly then cleared your throat to catch his attention because at the rate he was going, he wasn’t going to notice you for another ten minutes and you had other things to attend to.

“Do you think I bought too-” He began as he turned around, cutting himself off when he saw what you were wearing. You pressed your lips together to suppress your smile which was forming at the sight of his facials. “How dare you?” He tried not to smile himself as he pretended to scold you, closing the fridge door behind him. “And in my house, Y/N?” He quizzed, trying to hide his amusement.

“Oh,” you scoffed and chuckled simultaneously; his lips quirked into a more visible smile. “All of a sudden this is your house?” You crossed your arms over your chest as he leaned back against the kitchen counter. “Didn’t you say what’s yours is mine, Evans?”

“Yeah, yours as in- Y/N Evans,” he retorted playfully. “I um-” he pointed at you then crossed his arms again, “I don’t know who you are 'cause my beautiful wife whose best quality is her loyalty would never betray me and my team like that.” You giggled and he bit back his smile, “that’s just disrespectful, really.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you shrugged with an innocent smile on your lips. “I’m just standing here doing nothing.” Chris scoffed as he lowered his gaze onto your jersey. “Oh, you’re talking about my shirt?” You looked down and pulled at the material. “I just put the first thing I saw in my closet, no biggie.”

“First of all,” he laughed as he pushed himself off the counter so he could make his way over to you. “That is a jersey. Secondly,” he gently pinched your chin between his fingers, “we have never, nor will we ever- have a Falcon jersey in this house.” You pressed your lips together, suppressing laughter. “Take it off before I do it for you, okay?” He released your chin and booped your nose before turning his back on you to return to the fridge.

“No,” you bit playfully; Chris stopped and smiled while his back was turned to you.

“I’m sorry,” he turned around, raising an eyebrow; the amusement in his tone audible. “What was that?” He challenged in a playful tone with his hands on his hips. You smirked, raising an eyebrow. “Take it off, that jersey has no place in this household.” He told you, trying not to laugh. “I mean it, Y/N.” He warned when you shook your head.

“What are you going to do, hm?” You challenged and he smirked, taking a step closer to you. “How are you going to make me take off the jersey of the most amazing team ever?” You said and his lips parted, feigning shock whilst hiding his amusement. “Yup, I said it. The Patriots suck compared to The Falcons,” you egged him on.

“You take that back,” he tried not to laugh as he pointed at you. As much as he loved his team, he loved you a lot more so you could say anything you wanted and nothing bad would happen; it also helped that he knew you were just joking. “Take it back and take that jersey off, or I’m going to throw you into the pool.”

“Yeah, right,” you laughed then immediately regretted it when you saw the playful gleam in your husband’s pretty blue eyes. “Chris, don’t you- No!” You shrieked with laughter and ran when he started for you. “Oh my God, no!” You ran for the stairs so you could hide in the safety of your bedroom but Chris caught you before you hit the first step. “Chris, no!” You laughed as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, lifting you off the ground.

“Do you want to take it back?” He whispered into your ear, his beard tickling your neck.

“Take your Patriots jersey back to the store because it’s a sucky team?” You quipped, giggling.

“You did not just say that,” he tickled your sides and you squirmed, laughing. “You’re so dead, Y/N. I hope you don’t have your phone in your pocket because I am tossing you into the pool.” Your laughter grew louder as he threw you over his shoulder. “You have about thirty seconds to take it back, unless you want to end up in the pool, of course.”

“I know you, Evans.” You giggled as you wrapped your arms around his waist. “You wouldn’t, so no- I’m not taking it back.” He shrugged and continued walking towards the pool in the backyard. “You’re all bark and no bite,” you poked his side and he chuckled.

“If you say so, Y/N.”

You giggled because you were so sure your husband was just joking, after all- it wasn’t the first time a play fight had ended with him threatening to throw you into the pool. He had never done it before and you doubt he’d start now. He usually walked out to the pool with you over his shoulder or in his arms bridal style, threaten to toss you in, almost toss/push you in only to pull you back into his arms to kiss you. It was the same every time, so you were sure you were safe this time too.

“Last chance,” he warned as he stopped at the edge of the pool with his back towards the water and you over the blue surface. “All you have to say is 'I’m sorry, Chris. The Patriots is the best team ever.’ And you’ll be free to go. After you take of the jersey, of course.”

“I’m sorry, Chris,” you began, biting back your smile as you continued, “I’m sorry I married a man with such poor judg- Chris, no!” You screamed when he pretended to drop you. “Don’t do that,” you smacked his butt, giggling. “You nearly gave me a heart attack. Put me down,” you poked his side.

“Say the words,” he sang song.

“Fine,” you rolled your eyes. “I’m sorry, Chris. The Patriots is the best team ever,” you recited monotonously. “Now can you put me down? All my blood is rushing to my head.” You told him as he pulled you back over his shoulder and lowered you onto your feet in front of him.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He teased.

“Nope,” you smiled and pressed your palm to his chest. “Do you want to know what else isn’t hard?” You whispered as you leaned in, your lips inches away from his. “Tricking my big dumb dumb of a husband.” You giggled then pushed him into the pool before he could comprehend the situation. He fell into the water, cussing, and left you laughing on the sidelines. “You got a bit of water on-” you gestured to his cheek when he rose to the surface, drenched from head to toe. “Yeah,” you giggled when he wiped his cheek, “I think you got it.”

“You’re going to regret that, Y/N.”

“Perhaps,” you shrugged, smiling.

“Want to know what else isn’t hard?”

“You, 'cause it’s freezing in the water?” You teased.

“Yes, but-” he chuckled, swimming to the edge. “I was thinking more along the lines of, pulling my mischievous wife into the water because she’s not fast enough to out run Captain America!” He pushed himself off the edge and launched himself out of the pool, grabbing you before you could run back into the house. “Gotcha!”

“Chris!” You shrieked with laughter as the two of you fell into the water together. “I hate you,” you splashed him when you rose to the surface after him. “It’s f-f-fucking freezing.” You felt your teeth chatter when your body actually realized the temperature of the water.

“Don’t be such a baby.” He chuckled, swimming closer to you. “C'mere, baby.” He grabbed your hand, pulling you close and wrapping an arm around you. You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck as he leaned in and kissed you. “Just so you know,” he whispered when he broke the kiss, “I’ve got a very dry and very warm Patriots sweatshirt waiting inside for you.”

This is it !

Today is a really special day to me, 7 years ago I discovered Flipnote Studio for the first time on my DSi !! It was the September 4th 2009 !

At that time I never animated on something digital in my entire life and I was scared to try, not being good to draw with a tablet or on a PC at all but drawing on a tactile digital screen helped me a lot to get confortable and I began to have fun with this little application, so much fun that I began to enjoy and taking it more seriously. Knowing that most of the animators animate on a PC I always thought I was not a real one and would never be taking seriously …. but with all of your love I believed that it was false and that any animators (and any artist in general !) can be awesome and passionate no matter what they use !!

This is an amazing and important meaning to me !

And now, 7 years later, I still use this application to make all of my little characters living and moving, bouncing to make you smile :)

I want to thank you for your big and awesome support, for the new fans like the first I got back on Flipnote Hatena, I would never believe in the past that so many people would follow me for the animations I made on the DSi or 3DS, thanks to you I’m proud to continue with it and to be respected for my work !

Thank you all so much, I will never forget all of these years and I will keep going ! I can’t thank you enough, you make my life !! :’D

I still can’t believe how far I could go with this amazing application, you made me believe whatever you use to share your passion, if you love doing it, people will also love it ! 

So again, Thank you all so much, you made my day, and I can say, you made my life, a huge part of it ! I’m proud to do what I do and you push me to do more, you are all Génial !  I’m sure U will animate 7 more years and even more :) Thanks for making me believe in my passion and my dreams !

Merci tout le monde pour tout votre soutien ! Vous êtes tous géniaux !!! J’ai vraiment hâte d’en partager encore plus avec vous tous !! 

Merci merci merci !!!!

As much as you liked sleeping over at Harry’s lavish studio apartment, nothing was better than sleeping at your own place in your own bed. (Harry’s bed had a million and one pillows on it and they took up 99% of the mattress which wasn’t very fun.) Of course, you wanted to spend more time with Harry and what better way to do that then for you to move into his place? You considered it at first, but then you couldn’t stop thinking about how much your tiny apartment meant to you and… Well, that’s how you ended up in this situation. 

“Harry! Whole Foods didn’t have any more of those kale chips left so I picked up a bag of normal chips instead.” You kicked your shoes off and tossed your keys into the glass fruit bowl sitting on the counter before looking around your apartment. Something was off, but you couldn’t tell what it was… “Harry?” You and Harry were now two weeks and a bit into the whole ‘I’ll come over to your place for one weekend and you can come over to mine during the next’, and Harry really seemed to like it! (“Your apartment is adorable, love.”) 

“In the bedroom!” You set the bag of groceries down on the couch before making your way over to your bedroom, smiling lightly at the sight of Harry standing by the door with a wide grin on his face. 

“What are you up to?” You hummed, giving your boyfriend a quick kiss before trying to peek into the bedroom over his shoulder. 

“I did a little redecorating while you were gone! Close your eyes fo’ me, please.” 

“Did you put my One Direction posters back up?” You joked, Harry scowling at you before taking your hands and placing them over your eyes. 

“I’d prefer not to have Liam smiling at me while I’m fuckin-” 

“Show me what you did, Harry.” You interrupted, your cheeks flaring at the memory of Harry not being able to focus because whenever he looked up he’d see a grinning Liam looking right at him. 

“Okay, you can look now!” You opened your eyes and- 

“Oh my…” Your room looked completely different now due to the various Harryesque items hanging on the wall or sitting on the bedside tables. “Wow.” 

“I brought some stuff in! Figured it’s only fair cos you left some of your things at my place too.” Harry hummed, letting you in for a proper inspection. 

“Harry, the only thing I left was a toothbrush.” 

And your science textbook.” 

“It’s a textbook and a toothbrush! You brought your entire room into my apartment!” You laughed lightly, pointing to the vinyl record of his album pinned to the wall. 

“Look here, though!” Harry tugged you over gently towards the bedside table, your heart fluttering at the sight of a picture of you and Harry, ‘home’ etched into the bottom of the picture frame. It didn’t matter if Harry completely renovated your apartment. (Okay, maybe it sort of would. You liked your apartment the way it was, but you’d let Harry do anything as long as it made him happy.) As long as you were with Harry, you were at home. 

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cheesy ending i kNow

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so i think you guys already know how this is gonna work lol but anyways this is my first follow forever i’m posting on this blog! as you know i’ve remade and i can’t believe i’ve already hit 1k on here in such a short amount of time!! for those that don’t know i was changkyuh/hyu-k/busanie before i had remade. thank you to all who’ve helped me reach this milestone and i can’t wait to hit many more. anyways i never really explained so much as to why i remade and the reasons behind them. mainly it’s to really start over and make things more fresh i suppose. with that blog i had a lot of followers but to me it didn’t feel like it. it was also quite messy in general as i’ve had it for so many years. also with that blog i felt a little pressured to reblog groups i wasn’t particularly into as much as i was before so having a new blog allowed me to really reblog what i really wanted. i know these are not all the blogs i used to follow but there are some new mutuals that i had made with this new blog and it’s great! i’ve felt more free to reblog what i really wanted on here and it’s making this experience much more fun ~

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Blue Diamond from Steven Universe.
I finished watching the series, and I thought Blue Diamond was an interesting character. I had so much fun making the Garnet illustration, I’d thought I’d try one more. Maybe I’ll keep going!

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Barney’s her Hensel aka her soulmate.


Barney’s the one who comforted her the most he was always there for her no matter what you think Barney has always been there and she was there for him too. She’s the only one of the group to really care about Barney and she sees him as a person, her friend and she sees who he really is and doesn’t judge him or make fun of him or put him down in anyway. Barney’s, is not only her best friend but also her soulmate that’s a connection to someone that is so strong you don’t know how to control it because you can’t it’s just there. 

They, have chemistry sure and a sexual compatibility but their relationship is so much more than sex it’s passionate yes but they’re both passionate and enjoy casual sex but they’re in love it’s so much more than sexual and for Robin she found her Hensel, the One she can share things with, who she can be herself without judgement and the one who enjoys spending her time with. It’s real and it’s strong this connection has and will always been there between them, this is love NOT just sex and flirting it’s so much more.

Imagine Chris attending your graduation.

A/N: Back at it with more of the Chris Evans Mini-Series Spin-off! This is Part 1 of Chapter 4 which is called ‘Miss Graduate’. And as always, it’s just fluff, fluff, and more fluff. You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, and 'She Said Yes’ - Masterlist) Enjoooooy 😁❤️

You stood in front of your mirror in your graduation cap and gown, smiling at yourself with great pride. You couldn’t believe it, the day was finally here. You’d made it through hell and high water, but you were finally graduating. You lifted your head to keep the welling tears in your eyes; you did not want to ruin your makeup before you even got to the ceremony.

Chris poked his head into your room and immediately smiled when he saw you. To say he was proud of his girl was an understatement, as he was more than just proud of you. He wished he could tell you what he thought, but there were simply no words to express how he felt seeing you in that graduation cap and gown. The feeling was mutual when you went to his Broadway debut, to his 'Avengers: Infinity War’ premieres, basically to anything that involved showcasing his undeniable talent. There was a sense of excitement, and pride, and adoration; just a huge mess of positive emotions. Now Chris wasn’t only feeling all that because you’d achieved something amazing, it was also because your graduation meant you were soon to move in with, and eventually marry him. Those two things were something he’d been dreaming of since he’d met and fell in-love with you; with his beautiful, talented, and perfect other half.

You spotted Chris in the mirror and smiled. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the door frame, “you look very dignified.” You chuckled as you turned, shooting him a quick wink. “You ready to go? 'Cause Ava is, she’s downstairs in the car with Seb.”

Yes, your best friend was graduating alongside you, top of her class whereas you came third in yours. Ava was a year younger than you, but you’d gone into university at the same time due to your gap year. You were glad to have taken that gap year, as you couldn’t have imagined doing that wild ride without her. She was like a substitute for your mom, who you were thick as thieves with. She reassured you, kept your grounded, read your work and gave you honest reviews, took care of you, and showered you with endless love and positive vibes. Ava was pretty much your sister from another mother, and your mother’s second daughter; she was your family. So as excited as you were to move in with Chris, it was going to be heartbreaking to leave the apartment you shared with Ava for three years. You were going to miss seeing her face every morning and every night, though she swore she was going to hang around your new home so much Chris would think she’d moved in too.

Speaking of Ava, her and Sebastian were now officially a couple- hence why he was attending the graduation ceremony. After that dinner at Chris’- where their obvious chemistry could not be ignored- they casually dated for a little while, doing a little bit of a long distance thing as Sebastian had to go back to New York after his shoot. But when he was in Los Angeles, or when he invited her to New York- they went on dinner dates and movie nights and short romantic getaways in and around Los Angeles and New York. It was always superbly romantic and Ava would always return home with a huge smile on her face. It was fairly obvious they both wanted something more, but were afraid to jump too quickly as they didn’t want to get hurt or hurt the other person. So they tested the waters, took things incredibly slow to see if things between them was something that could last them a lifetime. They were insufferable, but a little less than you and Chris were considering they were actually dating. Six months after their first proper date, they announced that they were officially a couple. Sebastian posted about her on Instagram, they trended on the World Wide Web, and you and Chris popped the champagne.

“Yeah, just give me a sec.” You walked over to the left side of your bed- the side where Chris usually slept when he slept over. “There’s something I want to give you before we go.” You took off your heels before you got on your hands and knees, searching under your bed for your secret box of secret things. Chris watched you curiously, pushing his weight off the door frame and onto his feet. “I’ve been working on it before you even knew I existed, I just didn’t know how I was going to give it to you.”

“You didn’t know how you were going to give something you’ve been hiding under the bed to the man who sleeps in said bed?” He teased and you chuckled, slipping your heels back on as you got back on your feet. “Oh God,” Chris chuckled when he saw what you had in your hand; a leather bound notebook in your favorite color- Tiffany&Co’s signature blue. You held it out for him to take, biting back your smile. “You’re going to make me cry like a fucking baby with this book, aren’t you?”

“Probably,” you nodded and he chuckled, smoothing one hand over the surface of the notebook. “I was going to save it until the night before our wedding, but um- I decided to stick with my original plan instead. You know, the one I had before I knew I was going to end up marrying my idol.” Another low chuckle escaped his throat. “And that was to somehow get it to you on my graduation day, so,” you beckoned your head at the book.

“I shouldn’t start reading it in the car, should I?” He asked.

“Not if you want to look pretty for the pictures,” you shook your head and he cracked a smile, nodding in acknowledgement. “You can read it whenever you want, but I can promise that a cry baby like yourself-” you teased him and he laughed, “you’ll cry when you read it.”

“I’ll save it for when I’m alone then,” he told you, setting the notebook down on the top of your dresser. You watched him as his hand remained on top of the notebook, eyes contemplating whether or not he wanted to read it now. He was curious and it was obvious, but he also took your warning fairly seriously; you were very good at making him cry with your writing. “Why’d you have to give it to me now?” He both groaned and chuckled simultaneously.

“Because I’m a sucker for cliffhangers,” you giggled, drawing a chuckle from him. “Now come on,” you took his hand and pulled him out of the room and away from the notebook. “We’re going to be late for the ceremony. Chris-” he abruptly pulled you back and into his arms, pressing his lips against yours. You felt a smile on his lips and one surface on your own as his hand moved onto your lower back, pressing your body against his. “And what was that for?” You asked when he broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours.

“I am just so incredibly proud of you,” he told you and both your eyes welled with tears.

“Don’t start with me, Evans.” You chuckled and drew back slightly so you could tilt your head and stop yourself from crying; your makeup may have been waterproof, but there was no way it could survive the crying that came as a result of Chris’ touching words. “We said no crying until we got home, I want to look pretty for the pictures.”

“Lucky for you,” he gently swiped a tear that was rolling down your cheek, “you’re a beautiful cryer.” You chuckled then pecked his lips, brushing his bearded cheek with your thumb. “Okay, we should really go 'cause my pants just vibrated.” He patted the pocket where his phone was in, and you tried not to laugh as you teased him.

“Who knew a graduation gown could turn you on so much?”

“Oh God,” he threw his head back, bellowing with laughter. You giggled and pulled away from him, taking his hand and leading him towards the front door. “You know, you should really learn to be more like me and keep the bad jokes to yourself.”

“I should,” you glanced back at him with a smirk, “but where’s the fun in that?”

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Chris and Sebastian moved to sit with yours and Ava’s families upon arrival, while the two of you went to join your respective classes. It was insane how many people were there, and how majority of them were as emotional as you were after your chancellor’s speech. The part of his speech that stuck with you the most was, “this is the end of your life as a student and the beginning of your life as a contributor to society. You no longer have your parents, your professors, or your student identity to fall back on. You are an adult now. You are responsible for every action you make, and every reaction you create. So do something extraordinary with your time on this earth, with your existence, and do not- for a second, let anyone or anything decide on your fate because this is your life. Stand up, because it’s time for all of you to set out and conquer the world.”

When applause erupted through the crowd of more than eight thousand people, you found yourself looking for Chris’ face in the sea of people. It was ridiculous because there was no way you would’ve spotted him from where you were, but you tried to anyway because he was the reason you were here and ready to do as your chancellor said.

Ava spotted you scanning the crowd then smiled when she caught your gaze, sharing a nod of pride and acknowledgement with you. Her smile widened when she saw your lips mouthing the words, “I am so proud of you.” To which she mouthed back, “I am so proud of you too,” causing your smile to reach your eyes. You kept your gazes on each other then turned away chuckling softly when you both realized you were making each other cry. You may not have spotted Chris, but you saw your best friend and she, too, was one of the reasons you’d made it. Without her and her constant support, you wouldn’t be sitting there and you sure as hell wouldn’t have believed you deserved to be with Chris.

When all was said and done, you pushed through the sea of students celebrating and crying with their friends and families so you could find yours and do the same. Ava found you before you could find her, throwing her arms around you to give a tight hug as she cried with utter joy. You hugged her back with the same tears of joy streaming down your face, laughing softly at your promise to not cry until you got home. “Congratulations, Ava.” You whispered before you pulled away. “You did it, you graduated.”

“So did you,” she chuckled, brushing her tears away. “And you’re finally getting the life I always knew you’d get, the one you always argued was impossible and unrealistic.” You chuckled when she poked your arm, smiling. “Look at this, I always knew we’d end up here.” She took your left hand and reminded you of the engagement ring Chris had slipped on almost three years ago. “I am so, so happy for you. You are going to do some extraordinary things with your life,” she gently squeezed your elbow, “I just know it.”

“You too, Ava,” you smiled, giving her elbow a gentle squeeze back. “And you are going to make the most beautiful bride one day.” She chuckled softly and dropped her gaze, hiding her reddening cheeks. “He’s going to ask, you know that right?” You tried not to smile when you remembered talking to Sebastian about his plans with your best friend; he was going to marry her, definitely, he was just waiting for the right time. To which you countered with, “there is never a right time, Seb. Just the right person, and Ava’s pretty freaking perfect for you.”

“Let’s focus on your engagement and your wedding first, we don’t want a Bride Wars situation to happen.” She joked and you laughed. “Though I doubt it would, I’d happily let you and Chris have whatever location and date you want.” You smiled and gave your best friend another tight hug.

“Are the two of you going to share that love? 'Cause we’d really like to get in some PG hugs and kisses before we bring you back to your families.” You heard Chris’ voice and smiled, releasing Ava from your arms to turn to your fiancé. “Congratulations, Ava,” he said to her as she walked past him to hug Sebastian. “For you, my love.” He held out a bouquet of red rose and you smiled, taking it from him before you buried yourself in his arms. “Congratulations, sweetheart. I am-” he chuckled to stop himself from crying, “I am so proud of you.”

“Thank you,” you looked up at him and smiled. “Now I’d tell you all about how I wouldn’t have pursued screen writing without you, and how I couldn’t have made it through the last three years without you, but-” you chuckled. “It’s in the notebook and I don’t want to spoil anything for you.” He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “So I’ll just tell you this instead, though- I’m pretty sure you know this by now.” He nodded before you could say anything. “I love you, Chris Evans. More than I’ll love another being in this lifetime, more than I love Fan fic Chris, and more than I love myself.” He smiled and caressed your face in his hands, ready to dip his head to press his lips against yours. “And I am so ready to move in, marry, and spend the rest of my life with you.”

“Took the words right out of my mouth.”

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