i forgot how to make gifs okay

Imagine Chris being a total assuring sweetheart.

A/N: A modified anon request, hope you all enjoy it. :)

“How do you look so good all the time?” Chris quizzed, watching you with his cheek in his palm. You rolled your eyes but your smile was too wide to hide. “I mean- We just got out of bed an hour ago and you already look like a movie star.”

Actually, you looked exactly like a normal human being did; Chris, on the other hand, looked like absolute perfection. They said celebrities were normal people too, outside of the movie sets and red carpet events, but Chris had proven otherwise. That man could roll out of bed, run his hand through his hair, wear a garbage bag, and somehow still look like he was about to do a shoot for Calvin Klein.

“Says the movie star,” you chuckled and he smiled, taking one of your hands in his and pressing it to his lips. “Can a girl just eat her waffles in peace?” You joked and he chuckled, shaking his head. “If you think this is me looking good, I can’t imagine what I’d look like bad.”

“Perfect,” he pecked another kiss on the back of your hand before releasing it. “I’m going to go settle the bill,” he told you as you finished up the last of your waffles. “Do you need anything else?” He asked and you shook your head, smiling. “Alright,” he chuckled softly and kissed the side of your head before getting up.

You watched as he strode towards the counter, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket. He glanced back at you with a smile that made him look like a dream and you felt your heart flutter when you remembered he was yours.

Every day, you’d wake up next to him feeling incredibly lucky. The man was out of your league and something out of a fairytale. He was sweet, kind, generous, intelligent, and a total gentleman; the complete opposite of your ex-boyfriend who scarred you so badly you nearly declined when Chris asked you out. You thank your lucky stars Chris didn’t give up so easily otherwise you wouldn’t be where you were now, slowly healing your fragile and insecure heart with the perfect man.

“Christopher Evans?” You heard a female voice exclaim and you refocused your attention on your boyfriend who now had the attention of a pretty blonde. “I thought it was you.” You winced, knowing Chris didn’t like the unwanted attention but felt your eyes narrow when he smiled and hugged the blonde instead.

“Kara O'Neill,” Chris chuckled as he pulled away from her. “It’s been a long time, how’ve you been?” He asked with a smile that made your stomach feel uneasy; what made things worst was the fact that you couldn’t hear what they were talking about.

“I’d like to say better than you but- we both know that won’t be true,” Kara joked and they both laughed. “Mr. Big-time-movie-star, huh?” She playfully clipped his jaw and his smile grew; your hand move to nervously fiddle with your necklace. “I always told you you’d make it.”

“And I always appreciated the vote of confidence from my favorite babysitter,” he smiled. “So how is everything with Michael? Mom said you’ve got two boys? What’s that like?” He asked and she chuckled. “I bet they’re a thousand times better than me and Scott.”

“You’d be surprise,” she chuckled. “Things are great, we’re actually looking for a house. California’s great but Boston is still home,” she said and he nodded in agreement. “Of course you’d agree, you’re planning to settle here aren’t you?”

“That’s always been the plan but-” He glanced over at you, hoping you were looking over at them but you were on your phone; you were trying to distract yourself from your interaction. “I can change them for Y/N, as long as she’s happy- I’m happy.”

“Ever the gentleman,” she smiled. “I would love to meet her but I really have to run, say hello for me?” She asked and he nodded. “I’ll talk to you soon, take care of yourself.” You looked up as they shared another tight hug and you felt your heart drop.

“Stop it, Y/N,” you mumbled to yourself. “He’s nothing like Jack.”
• • • • • • • •
Chris tried to tell you about Kara on the way to his truck but you kept changing the subject. You had no idea that you’d feel better about their interaction after hearing Kara was his babysitter who was now married with children. You should’ve let him talk, and you would’ve if Jack hadn’t ruined you; he turned you into the kind of jealous and paranoid girlfriend you swore you’d never become. Chris was slowly working away the wall you’d built up but you were with Jack for five years, and you’d only been together with Chris for one.

“Are you okay?” Chris asked when he realized you barely spoke in the fifteen minute drive home. “You’ve been awfully quiet since we got into the truck,” he pointed out and you forced a smile on your face. “Oh wow,” he commented sarcastically, “I feel much better after that reassuring smile. Seriously, Y/N,” his eyes narrowed with concern. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” you shook your head. “I’m fine, Chris. I’m just tired,” you told him then reached for the handle to let yourself out of the truck. You opened the door only to have him reach over and close it again. “What are you doing?” You pried his hand off the handle and was about to exit when he locked all the doors from his master lock. “Seriously?” You turned to him with narrowed eyes. “I told you I’m fine.”

“And I know you well enough to know that you’re not fine,” he retorted. “We’re not going anywhere until we talk about what’s bothering you. You were fine at breakfast, you were fine when I left you, so what went wrong? Did you read something about us on your phone? Did you get a mean tweet? What is it? Tell me so I can fix it.”

“It’s nothing, Chris.” You tried to assure him but your tone wasn’t convincing; you sounded hurt and agitated and on the verge of breaking down, and it wasn’t because of him- it was you. “Now can you let me out of the truck?”

“I already told you, we’re not going anywhere until you tell me what’s bothering you.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “I have all day, Y/N. If you don’t talk then we’re going to sit in this truck until you talk or I figure it out.” You heaved a sigh. “It’s up to you, we can do it the easy way or the hard way.”

“Nothing’s wrong,” you bit, feeling your eyes well with tears at how ridiculous you were being. Chris was right, something was wrong but it had nothing to do with him. It was you, it was always you. He’d never do anything to hurt you, so why were you being such an idiot? All he did was talk to the girl, so why were you acting so jealous and upset? “Now let me out of the truck.”

“You’re telling me nothing’s wrong when it’s obvious you’re about to cry, Y/N.” His tone softened as he uncrossed his arms. “What is it? Can you just tell me so we can move on with our lives? You know I hate seeing you like this, so talk to me. Tell me how I can make things better,” he gently took your hands into his.

“Who was that girl?” You asked then spoke before he could answer. “You know what- don’t tell me, I don’t want to know. You’re allowed to talk to other girls, I’m just being stupid so- Ignore me, okay?” He felt his eyes narrow; he forgot about Jack which meant he had no idea why you were acting like this. “You’re Chris Evans, of course you’re going to talk to other girls.” You mumbled under your breath but he heard it.

“Is that the kind of guy you think I am?” You could hear the hurt in his voice. “Do you honestly think that just because I’m Chris Evans, I’m going to talk to other girls and cheat on you? I’m just a regular guy, Y/N. Just because I’m an actor, doesn’t mean I’m a cheater. I would never do that to you, ever.” He told you what you already knew. “If you think that’s the kind of person I am then- maybe I fell in-love with the wrong person.”

“Maybe,” you swallowed, ignoring the urge to start crying. “Maybe we should quit while we’re ahead,” you told him and his heart dropped. “I’m clearly not good in relationships, especially ones with a guy everybody wants.” You said and he remembered what you told him about Jack; he suddenly understood why you were acting the way you were. “I’ll grab my things and go if you’ll just let me out of the truck.”


You reached over and unlocked the doors yourself, hopping out of the truck and slamming the door shut behind you. You started to cry the moment your back was towards Chris; he rested his arms on the steering wheel and buried his face in his arms, cussing under his breath. He knew how badly your ex-boyfriend left you, he promised he’d be patient and understanding, but at that moment- it completely slipped his mind. In fact- he was pretty sure he used the same sentence your ex-boyfriend used when you confronted him about his infidelity.

“Y/N, wait!” He rushed out of the truck and ran towards the house, where you stood at the front door too blinded by your tears to find the house key. “Y/N, I’m sorry.” He turned you around and hugged you tightly. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered into your hair as you sobbed, hugging him back. “I shouldn’t have said any of that. I should’ve just told you Kara was my babysitter growing up and that she’s married with kids and it was all a misunderstanding.”

“I’m sorry too,” you cried into his chest. “I know you’re not Jack, I just-” you pulled away to look at you, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Chris.” He gently brushed away your tears with his thumbs. “I don’t want to break up with you.”

“Good, because I wasn’t really going to let you.” He told you and you managed a chuckle, despite your uncontrollable crying. “I’m afraid you’re stuck with Chris Evans, whether you like it or not.” He teased and you buried yourself in his arms again.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Have you ever been in a situation, wherein you just want to give in and let death take you and your pain?

Where everything is falling apart, like nothing good is happening, people are leaving, eyes of disappointments, failures; multiple heart aches and struggles that never ends.

Depression is such an ass. He can be your friend at times, but mostly your enemy.

It makes you weak and sometimes people don’t understand the problem of being depressed.They make fun of the situation prolly because they’ve
never been in that kind of pain. And yes, I know we’re all struggling with our own problems and pain;

that we should just suck it up and be brave and continue living. That we should be positive at all times.

But you forgot that we are all different.

Have you not realize, how many times they’ve considered it? Being strong, and positive? It’s double the times you told them to suck it up and be brave. Thousand times they have to force themselves to be okay in the eyes of others.

And it is quite exhausting to live a lifeless life.

to pretend you’re okay, when you’re not,

to say you’re fine, even though you’re breaking apart,

to smile, even if you’re crying in the inside.

And let me tell you dear it is not easy to be brave when you’re at war with yourself. Constant battles in your head, and it’s tiresome to live like that. To live your life to what other expect you to live.

So to you my friend,
my dear.

It’s okay now,
it’s okay if you’re unhappy, you can let it all out. You can cry if you don’t want to smile, it’s okay to get tired, it’s okay not to fight and pause for awhile

it’s okay.

Take some rest.

But never let depression eat you and take your life away from you.

Gif not mine found on Google

Yeah so I hit 666 followers and my birthday is coming up and I’ve been planning this challenge ever since CBS stabbed a knife in my heart when they cancelled 2 Broke Girls. I love that show and I will really miss it, so I’ve decided it’s time for my 2 Broke 2 Care Challenge. You don’t have to follow 2 Broke Girls to join my challenge. It’s open to any fandom.

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A. “I’m a homewrecker! Adele would probably write a song about me”

B. “I’m generally free Mondays through Fridays, mornings and evenings and my weekends are wide open”

C. “There was so much awkward silence I pretended I got a phone call from a banana”

D. “Wow she’s kind of a monster, but she gave me free stuff, so I’m torn”

E. “Why is nothing easy peasy”

F. “Once again I was fooled by ice cream”

G. “A bear claw, awesome”


I. “I have no shame about anything. Shame is overrated like Kesha”

J. “Oh, God, I wish I was a cartoon, so I could run right through this door, and leave a body-shaped hole”

K. “This is not like me. The only thing I’ve ever lost is my virginity”

L. “I mean, it’s life, lower your expectations”

M. “You look so beautiful I forgot how bad your personality is”

N. “We’re two very different kinds of idiots, but we’re idiots”

O. “Paging Doctor Pringles, you’re needed in my stomach”

P. “Look, you’re complicating this with these things you call emotions”

Q. “Okay, your knowledge of these superhero movies is kind of turning me on right now”

R. “If you’re going to act like a ass, I’m going to treat you like a ass”

S. “I’m going to have a horizontal hoe-down”

T. “I’m going to have sex tonight, if you know what I mean”

U. “I’m DTML. Down to make love”

V. “I just wanna break me off a piece of that Kit Kat Bar! You know sexually”

W. “My pants keep saying, take me off, and I’m like no pants”

X. “Damn girl! You look good. Whatcha doing lady. Can I get your number”

Y. “I can’t afford to have more hate in my head. My hate is at capacity”

Z. “So, it’s a tequila shot on top of Devil’s Food Cake, we can call it Satan’s Nipple”

AA. “I’ve been killing myself with all this paperwork. It took me thirty minutes to make this hat”

BB. “And then I’m like, who cares I’m awesome”

CC. “Holiday shopping tip: Fill a Starbucks cup with Vodka”

DD. “Remember. Even in death, you’re my bitch”

EE. “Yes, it’s porn! So what’s the big deal?”

FF. “I’m not in love with you, so back off”

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