Imagine Chris admitting you’re his celebrity crush.
A/N: This is a request from @unstainedlight and it took me forever to get to, I’m so sorry. But here it is, finally! It’s super cute and I’d a lot of fun writing it (as in I giggled a lot) Enjoy! X
You arrived on the ‘The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon’ set shortly after your husband, Chris. The two of you came in separate cars because you’d come from your movie set, whereas he came from the hotel you were put up in while working in New York; he wasn’t due to film ‘Avengers: Infinity War’ until May. Both you and Chris had been invited by Jimmy Fallon to do your own respective interviews on your upcoming movies and pending projects, or so the both of you thought. As it turned out, those reasons were just bait given to your publicists to get both of you on his set at the same time without raising suspicion; the man had something cheeky planned.
Jimmy had interviewed Chris numerous times now- one could say that they were friends, so Jimmy knew about Chris’ crush on you. He’d said numerous times now, in most of his interviews, that you were a beautiful actress he admired, with values, morals, and ethics that made him think very highly of you; or in short, that you were his celebrity crush. The thing that Jimmy didn’t know, however, was that they two of you were actually married. You’d met Chris in 2014 while having lunch with your friends, Emily Blunt and John Krasinski. Chris was a good friend of John’s who thought the two of you would hit it off, and you did almost immediately.
After that day, the two of you starting secretly dating under the media’s radar because neither of you wanted the stress that came with having your relationship in the limelight. Both of you had been in the industry for a while now, so you knew what it was like when you started dating someone. The constant scrutiny, the tabloids and the rumors, the analyzing of everything you do and say, the haters and cynics calling the relationship a publicity stunt and waiting for it to blow up- you didn’t want to deal with that. Those were the things that usually ended a Hollywood relationship which was the last thing you and Chris wanted, so things between the two of you were kept under a tight lid.
Your friends and family knew about the relationship, but everyone did as you both asked and kept what they knew to themselves. During your time as boyfriend and girlfriend, you attended all red carpet events alone and took no photos together so you wouldn’t risk revealing your relationship to the world. It was unpractical, difficult, and occasionally lonely, but it worked out. Of course you weren’t going to keep it a secret forever, at some point you were going to want to reveal to the world that you were with the best person you’d ever met; vice versa. You’d both agreed to keep things hush until things were more solidified, and now that the two of you were happily married- the relationship was to be revealed at your movie premiere which was in a week’s time. But perhaps Jimmy’s cheeky little plan to embarrass Chris would move that announcement up.
“Hey stranger,” you called as you caught Chris in your dressing room mirror; he was up first and was walking towards the stage. He poked his head in and shot you a smile which you reciprocated. “Good luck out there, Captain America,” you gave him a two finger salute which made him laugh as he disappeared around the corner with the stage manager.
“Oh my God,” your makeup artist, Arizona, let out the breath she was holding in. “He is so freaking handsome,” she said then chuckled when you laughed. “I’m so glad I’m not the one doing his makeup, I wouldn’t be able to focus.” You said nothing in response as you closed your eyes to let her finish doing your eyeshadow. “Are the two of you friends?”
“I guess,” you shrugged nonchalantly.
“You know you’re his celebrity crush, right?” She was grinning excitedly when you opened your eyes. “As a fan of both you and Chris Evans, I can say that the two of you would make such a great couple.” You had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop from laughing. “You two should really make a movie together, ‘cause that’d be amazing.”
“Yeah,” you nodded in agreement.
“Okay,” she sprayed your face with setting spray then tucked a stray hair in its place. “All done, Y/N. You look amazing as always,” she complimented with a sweet smile. “And as always, it’s been an honor to do your hair and makeup. If you ever need a permanent stylist, I’m your girl.”
“Thanks Arizona,” you smiled then saw the stage director enter the room through the mirror. “And that’s my cue,” you told her and rose to your feet. You followed the stage director towards the stage and watched the TV, waiting for Jimmy to introduce you and bring you out.
“So Chris, I’m not sure if you’ve seen the interview your buddy Sebastian did with James Cordon a while back.” Chris’ eyes narrowed slightly as he pondered; he watched most of the interviews his friends and cast mates did. “The one with his celebrity crush, Sharon Stone.” Jimmy reminded him; Chris laughed and nodded. “Well, taking a page out of Cordon’s book- I thought I’d bring your celebrity crush here tonight so you can have the same opportunity to try and win her over with your charm and good looks.”
“Oh God,” Chris laughed. “This is not going to end well, I can tell already.”
“Let’s give Y/N Y/L/N a hand,” Jimmy called and you walked out right on cue. Chris caught your eye and you both tried hard not to crack even though the smiles you had on your faces were enough to give your big secret away. “C'mon Chris,” Jimmy teased as he rose to his feet, joining the audience in giving you a standing ovation. “Get on your feet, give a good impression.”
“Right, sorry.” Chris jumped onto his feet and clapped for you until you got to his side. “Hi Y/N, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” He shook your hand then leaned forward to give your cheek a quick peck. “We’re going to blow this, aren’t we?” He whispered into your ear before pulling away; you subtly nodded in response.
“Hi everyone,” you waved at the audience and they cheered for you. “Oh wow,” you began addressing Jimmy as the three of you took your seats. “It is so good to be back here. How are you, Jimmy?” You asked and he laughed.
“I’m meant to be the interviewer here, Y/N,” he joked and you chuckled. “I’m great, and you look great too. The New York air must agree with you. You’ve been out here for a while now, right?” You nodded. “You’re filming your latest movie which takes place in Manhattan, are you having fun?”
“Crazy fun,” you nodded. “I love New York, it’s where I started my career and where some of my best friends live so- yeah, I’m having a lot of fun. New York’s basically like a third home to me,” you told him; beside you, Chris smiled because he knew you refer to LA- your hometown- as home and Boston- his hometown- as your second home.
“Third home?” Jimmy quizzed. “Isn’t the saying second home?” You nodded, chuckling softly. “Okay then, so if New York is your third home then- where’s your second home? I know LA is your hometown, so that’s number one. What’s number two?”
“Boston,” you answered, trying not to smile too widely as you glanced at Chris; he couldn’t hide his grin. “It’s um- it’s a place close to my heart, a lot of my friends are from Boston- like John Krasinski, and it’s also where I fell in-love actually, with a Bostonian.”
“You’re in-love?” Jimmy looked over at Chris and pressed his lips together. “Aw, that’s a bummer.” Both you and Chris laughed at that. “Here I was thinking I was going to set the two of you up 'cause you know, Chris- Captain America, is not shy about admitting who his celebrity crush is.” You chuckled softly as you nodded. “He’s from Boston too, so if you think he’s better than your current love- it wouldn’t be hard to jump ship. Right, Chris?”
“Well,” Chris winced, trying hard not to crack. “If she’s already in-love with someone else, y'know- I’m not going to interfere with that.” You bit the inside of your cheek, stifling your laughs. “If she were single, of course I’d go for it, but she’s in a relationship, man. I can’t do that to a brother,” he tried not to laugh as he said that.
“Think about this, Y/N,” Jimmy tried to sell your husband to you. “Chris is a fan of yours, he is practically in-love with you already.” You looked over at Chris and he nodded in agreement with Jimmy’s statement, holding a serious face that made you want to laugh. “And c'mon, how great can your current guy be compared to Captain America? I mean- the choice is simple, right? Right, guys?” He asked the audience and they cheered. “The two of you would be the new Brad and Angelina, minus the divorce 'cause you’re Chris’ celebrity crush and I doubt he’d do anything to risk losing you.”
“Oh, definitely not,” Chris agreed and you turned away, laughing. “I’d treasure you for the rest of my life, Y/N.” He took your left hand in his, lifting it into vision but hiding your wedding bands. “I’d love you in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, till death do us part. But I think you already know that from when we exchanged wedding vows,” he said and revealed the wedding bands; everyone gasped, including Jimmy. “Yeah,” Chris began as you both turned to a stunned Jimmy, chuckling. “I didn’t need your help 'cause I already married my celebrity crush.”
“Oh my God,” Jimmy’s jaw dropped. “How- when- are you guys even- Wait, what?” He laughed, bouncing excitedly in his chair. “When did this even happen? I didn’t even know that you guys knew each other, let alone dated! And you’re married? What the fu-” he cut himself off, his smile wide. “That is amazing, wow! Congratulations, you two! Wow!” The audience cheered and clapped when Jimmy did. “This is exclusive right? No one knew before this moment?”
“Our friends and family know,” you told him, chuckling. “But no one else did, so yes. This is an exclusive on your show. I’m married to Chris Evans,” you said and Chris brought your entwined hands to his lips, kissing the back of your hand.
“Yup,” Chris grinned at you then turned to the camera, “I’m married to my celebrity crush.”
What's the worst injury you've ever had? I have nerve damage in my left middle finger from a cheese sliding adventure
I haven’t really had any “too severe” injuries actually.. I fell and cracked a rib once? Also, apparently I stopped breathing due to a really high fever as a baby and had to be resuscitated. But I don’t know if that counts as injury. Other than that, nothing too bad! Scrapes and bumps! :)
(A GIANT thankyou to the previous anon…like you are so sweet…thankyou!!! I hope you have a good day. 😊 and also a small note that Kae is still, amazing…like how does she do it no one knows! Just incredible, anyway I love headcanons SO LET’S DO THIS!!!)
.Yuri IMMEDIATELY steals Otabek’s hoodie.
.It is so warm! And nice like why wouldn’t you???
.It also smells really nice, like a portable Ota hug.
.And that was the day that Otabek realised that he would never get his hoodie back again…
.RIP Otabek’s hoodie…
.Anyway it is also good to mention that Yuri’s cats LOVE Otabek.
.Like always cuddling up to him and lying on him.
.And Yuri just really happy in the background.
.The only slight problem is that Otabek isn’t the fondest of cats…but he will get used to them!
.Actually if we were to link this back to the hoodie you COULD say that Yuri may or may not sometimes cuddle his cats in the hoodie…
.You know that thing where you bring the pet up and through the head hole…
.Yeah he does that.
.It is big enough.
.Otabek has to admit it is adorable.
.Yuri whispers shut up with a red face and Otabek suddenly has the straightest face ever…
.He is shitting himself on the inside so funny and cute.
.To be honest…I must say I am team Yuri gets taller than Otabek eventually and later on in their relationship it is really funny and sweet…
.Like Yuri will use Otabek as an armrest and will sometimes say in a menacing voice, ‘who’s the tall one now?
.Even though they are dating they are also really good friends which is what you kinda want in a relationship anyway.
.I have mentioned Yuri being basically like a cat before…but I will mention it again!
.Actually I must also mention that one time Otabek fell asleep on Yuri’s shoulder and Yuri was…so filled with joy…
.I like to also think that Otabek is really clumsy sometimes so just you will hear across the house a really loud bang…
.And Yuri isn’t even fazed anymore it is a fairly common occurrence.
.“Yep fine thanks!”
.Yuri is very soft around Otabek and Otabek is the same.
.They are comfortable around each other!
.And lastly Otabek’s reaction to Yuri’s taste of music…
.Like half of it would be alright but the other half is like…what is this human??? Doing??
.Yuri a defender of his music taste EVENTUALLY agrees for Otabek to suggest some good bands and such…
.He and Otabek now listen to them non stop…
Ahahaha………..am I a 13 year old boy yet?!? After 2 whole years, I finally had the courage to wear my King Kazma/ Kazuma cosplay. But I love King Kazma so much, I just had to it! I couldn’t be any happier with how these turned out!
Claudette DuPont was a very dear friend of Jacques’ during his time in Marseille. (Yes, everything happy in his life–save Gaston, and later Stanley–seemed always to be in Marseille, or just before.) She helped her father with his business–jewelry making, very fine work–in the shoppe next door to the tailor Jacques worked for. She was always a bright spot in town, laughing and carrying on kind to everyone and much-beloved, but always a curiosity as well. A beautiful young woman, available, at good marrying age, yet she turned down each suitor to come her way and seemed to prefer the idea of being a spinster over that of marriage!
She was well-read but seldom well-spoken in spite of this, and had a beautiful voice she often showed off for pleasure but never at anyone’s request.
Small fists banged once on the door with an irate scream before the small mademoiselle, soaked through from the pouring rain and quite thoroughly exhausted from her attempts to gain entry into the shoppe, laid her head upon her fists and groaned. Truly, she was defeated.
Until somebody else opened a different door.
“Mlle. DuPont? Is that you?” She lifted her head and turned toward the man–Lafay, wasn’t it?–as he stepped carefully out into the foul weather, holding his own shoppe door open with one hand. “What are you doing out in the rain? You’ll catch your death! S’il vous plaît, come inside!”
“Merci, M. Lafay,” she replied graciously, gathering her soaked skirts into her hands and fairly bolting into the shoppe. She stopped at the threshold to press a well-meaning kiss to his cheek, for which he only shuddered and shooed her in.
“Your lips are like death! You must be freezing.”
Claudette took a very curious liking to Jacques (or to Henri, in verses where he is more applicable), made all the more curious by the fact that he made it evident that he was not courting her–but could almost always be found flirting with her. Together they laughed, they told jokes, they gossiped, they got along famously. If asked, M. Lafay would always deny they were anything more than very dear friends; Mlle. DuPont, on the other hand, would wink and press a silencing finger to her lips.
Claudette grew to be Jacques’ confidante and best friend; they would often go on strolls together, and have picnics together, and found it infinitely easier to be as they really were on the inside together. And one day, out of the blue, it came out.
“Claudette, why won’t you marry?”
Claudette could only laugh, scandalized. After months of friendship the sudden question was almost a bolt through her heart; she had come to trust Jacques, and yet here he was, just as bad as all the rest.
“I only mean,” he continued, oblivious to the hurt in his friend’s face–for his gaze was fastened elsewhere–“that you’re a very kind girl, and you have so much love to give.”
“And who would I marry?”
“I don’t know. But don’t you want children?”
“I do,” she sighed, suddenly, and this change in the normally puckish young woman drew the entirety of Jacques’ attention to her. She seemed almost deflated beside him, unable to meet his face. “But I couldn’t very well have one out of wedlock, and I don’t think marriage is for me.”
“Because I would have to marry a man.” Claudette raised her eyes and met Jacques’ gaze unflinchingly. For a moment, a still moment, a moment without breathing and without heartbeat and without sound, they kept one another’s steady gaze, and let all those seven words meant pass silently between them.
“Well,” Jacques said finally, breaking the spell of their moment and the mounting anticipation between them, “I don’t think two women would give you a child either. Perhaps you should dress as a boy, move to a new village, and adopt a child there.”
“I could never do that,” Claudette replied, her old spirit returning with her smile as she shifted off of her side to lay on her back. “Who would keep the lights of Marseille burning if I left?”
“Has someone actually said that to you?”
Claudette and Jacques never lost touch, even all through the war: when his sisters stopped writing to him, Claudette comforted him. When Gaston took ill and seemed close to death, Claudette counselled him even from as far away from the battle as their shining port town. And when Jacques returned from the war, he found the last of his notes from Claudette waiting for him in his old residence. She had heard a week before that the war was over and he would be coming home, and left his letter there for him to find. Her father had died two weeks prior; it was why she had not responded to the latest of his letters. Enclosed in a parcel with the note was a bundle of letter mistakenly delivered to what was then her shoppe: his sisters, it seemed, had never stopped writing. It was only that his father’s servants had stopped delivering the letters, until clever Robine had found a way to sneak them to him anyway. Adelaide had been married. Both she and Robine had sent long letters regarding the affair, one (Robine) informing her brother he would not be able to attend on fear of incarceration, the other (Adelaide) full of nothing but the nuptial day bliss. There were even a few letters from little Cecelia, writing all of her youthful adventures down for the eyes of a brother she had never met. And from his almost-sister, Claudette DuPont, was a final letter saying she could not bear to live alone in Marseille, and that she had decided to seek her own future, “in a small little village, somewhere far from the port. Adieu, mon coeur.”
And it wasn’t until some months later that the sting of Claudette’s absence nettled Jacques once more, when in a new face he thought he spotted an old one. But Claude du Ponette is a story for another time.
holy shit a blessing from above. so my hard drive crapped out on sunday (jae has gallantly tried and failed to salvage it) and with it went all of my photos from the past ~5 years.
HOWEVER i just found these on the uni server, these are precious baby photos of LT (im screaming) sitting in my junk mail delivery bags circa 2010. They’re some of my favourite photos and they have survived the storage apocalypse :’)
LAYS DOWN SEDUCTIVELY i’d love to hear about this wonderful pair of ocs,
ok 1 sec i drew a picture of them its, b ad bcz im super sleepy
ok so theres…andrea, whos like 16, 17? and she’s half ectonurite. shes good, she’s a good egg, i made her bcz i was REALLY invested in the amalgam kidz story arc,nd was kind of thiking about 10k era rooters helping out half-alien kids, helping them understand who nd what they are nd stuff. nd also i love ectonurites so it all fell into place. she doesnt actually know her dad, nd has a few hazy memories from childhood of him, but he’s like, a Bad Dude who doesnt have time for domesticity so he is long since gone. she cn create/maintain a human form, evn tho she’s more comfortable in her Scarey form she prefers 2 be human bcz she was raised on earth nd it makes her feel Normal, evn tho she can barely stand to be outside during the day bcz of the sunlight
nd her mom is, regina, and she’s like, a historian? who ends up having a baby with an evil ghost man? but its ok, honestly, i dont have like 90% of how they met nd got together figured out but its……..good, they’re good, theyre ur classic grumpy evil x happy free spirit . i played w/the idea of like, andrea beign like…the only one who qualifies 2 take over as ecto lord after zsskayr bcz shes Technically his only heir + her having to run around on anur transyl in her ectonurite form + pretending she’s not half human
He'd like song to her all the damn time. Do you know that the other day i put on a lullaby on YouTube to listen to cos i wasn't sleepy and i actually fell asleep. Also can e talk him reading her bedtime stories? He'd start doing it from the time she's a lil bean in your tummy and he'd be reading and you're all like "Harry it's the fourth story you've read and she's not got any ears yet. She's only the size of a bean" he's like "she needs to recognise her daddy's voice, love"
Fuck….. y'all are truly fucking me up, today….
his big body crammed into her tiny bed, reading to her…