chris has been working out he looks so great

Imagine bringing your child out to public for the first time with Chris.

A/N: Here’s the epilogue! Oh my God, it’s always so hard to part with a series. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed it, I’m not sure if I’ll be back again with another but we’ll see. I’ll be linking the previous parts here: (Memory Lane - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5) and (Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts and Baby Fever - Masterlist)

You and Chris smiled as you watched your son look out the tinted window of the limousine; he was utterly mesmerized by the crowds of people waiting to see his father, as well as the rest of the ‘Avengers: Infinity War’ cast. As insane as it was, you and Chris had decided to take your seventeen month old baby to the premiere of Infinity War Part 2.

There were a few reasons that led to the decision: Chris not wanting to be apart from either of you, you not wanting to miss Chris’ premiere, the cast wanting Baby Cap to be apart of the celebration, Chris not wanting to constantly answer the question “when will we see Jack?”, both of you a little sick of the paparazzi trying to get a sneaky shot of your son; the list went on and on. It took a couple nights of discussion before you finally decided that it was time for your child to be introduced to Hollywood. You both agreed that if Ryan and Blake did it with ease, why couldn’t the two of you do it too?

“Daddy, look.” Jack glanced back at Chris as he poked his tiny finger at the window. “People,” he said with a wide grin which made you and Chris smile. “Lots of people.” He said then giggled to himself, making you and Chris chuckle.

It amazed the two of you how smart your son was at seventeen months old; he could speak in full sentences with zero baby talk. You believed it was because your son was a genius, whereas Chris said it was because of your control issues; you spoke to your son like you spoke to other adults, banning baby talk completely because- that was how your mom raised you and your brothers. Whatever the reason, you were both glad your son was the way he was because he made a very good conversationalist and gave both of you the company you needed when the other was working.

The limousine slowed to a stop and Jack gasped excitedly, carefully climbing off the leather seat and padding over to the door. “Let’s go,” he said and yanked at the locked door handle. “Daddy, let’s go. Open the door, please.” He grabbed Chris’ hand and put it on the handle, thinking his father could open what he couldn’t.

“Before I do, we’re going to have to talk man to man.” Chris told Jack. “Okay, buddy?” He asked for confirmation and Jack nodded in response. “There are lots of people here tonight, so you’re going to have to stay with-”

“Is Uncle Seba going to be there?” Jack quizzed.

“Yes, he is.” Chris nodded, chuckling softly. “Now you’re going-”

“What about Auntie Scar?” Jack continued to interrupt his father; Chris glanced at you with a weary smile and you pressed your lips together, suppressing your smile; he clearly got that from you. “Is she going to be there?”

“Yes sweetheart,” you told him, taking his small hands in yours. “They’re all going to be there. Uncle Rob, Uncle Tony, Uncle Chris, Aunt Liz, everyone is going to be there.” You said and he smiled. “Now can you please listen to us while we give out some ground rules?”

“Ground rules,” he nodded and pressed his lips together to show you he was done talking. You turned to Chris with a smug smirk and he scoffed, chuckling softly with a shake of his head. Jack Evans was close with his father, yes, but that boy was definitely your boy.

“You’re going to have to stay close to me and your daddy, okay?” You told him and he nodded. “There are going to be lots of people tonight, if you run off- we won’t be able to find you and that is going to make us very upset. You don’t want to see us upset, do you?” He shook his head. “Good,” you kissed the top of his head.

“But let’s say I do run off,” he began as you pulled away. “By accident,” he quickly added, feigning innocence before that cheeky grin; a splitting image of Chris, really. “Won’t Captain America just be able to find me?” He asked and made both you and Chris burst into laughter.

“You know what, bud.” Chris picked your laughing son up and hooked him onto his side. “I think it’s safer if you just cling onto Captain America tonight.” Jack giggled when Chris tickled him, wrapping his arms around his father’s neck. “You too, beautiful,” he looked over at you with a smile and you nodded, slipping your hand into his. 

• • • • • • • • 

The crowd unsurprisingly went wild at the sight of the three of you on the red carpet, the surprising thing was how much your son enjoyed the attention; the one trait that he didn’t get from the two of you. He giggled every time he did something cute and got the crowds cheering for him, it definitely got you thinking about what career he was going to pursue when he was older. You and Chris glanced at each other, smiling as you watched your son wave at the cameras; perhaps being made for Hollywood was genetic.

“Chris, Y/N! It’s so good to see you again,” Alexia, a known reporter from Vanity Fair, greeted the both of you with a smile that grew wider when Jack smiled and waved at her. “Hi buddy,” she gave him a small wave. “This must be the famous Jack Evans, it’s very nice to finally meet you.”

“I’m famous?” Jack looked over at you and Chris; the both of you chuckled and nodded. “I’m famous!” He cheered, leaning back and throwing his arms in the air. “Daddy,” he cupped Chris’ face in his small hands, “I’m famous. Did you know that?”

“Do you even know what famous means, bud?” Chris chuckled softly.

“It’s what you and Momma are,” he responded. “And now I’m famous too.”

“He’s adorable,” Alexia commented and you both nodded in agreement. “It’s really nice to see all of you out and about. It’s been a while, especially for you, Y/N.” You nodded. “How has parenthood been treating both of you? Things must be a little chaotic around the house considering-” she gestured to Chris, “you have press and-” she gestured to you, “you’re just getting back into work. I heard you’ve just signed a contract with Paramount writing a drama?” You nodded. “So what’s life like at home? You both look great, by the way.”

“Doesn’t she?” Chris smiled at you.

“Oh stop it,” you looked over at Chris, chuckling, before you turned back to Alexia. “No, things have actually been really smooth sailing at home. Yes, we’ve got a lot on our plates but we’ve got a great family backing us up. Both our parents have been incredibly helpful, Chris’ siblings- Scott and Shana who don’t have kids of their own are always happy to help us with Jack. It also helps that Jack is superbly well-behaved,” you smiled at Jack when he giggled. “And that I’ve got a wonderful husband. We only work because we’re a team, and we are a very good team.”

“A well oiled-” Chris began only to be interrupted by Jack.

“Uncle Seba!” Jack spotted Sebastian and called out excitedly, reaching over Chris’ shoulder; Sebastian opened his mouth and widened his eyes, running over in the most comedic manner to make Jack laugh. “Uncle Seba!” He laughed, clapping his hands.

“Hey Jack Jack.” Sebastian booped his nose and Jack’s laughter grew louder. “You look so handsome in your little suit, I wish I was as handsome as you.” Jack tapped Chris’ shoulder and gestured for him to pass him over to Uncle Seba. “C'mere, bud.” Sebastian held out his arms with a soft chuckle.

“You basically gave a speech and he didn’t interrupt you once, but the second I speak-” Chris shook his head, chuckling as he passed Jack over to Sebastian. “You’re too much like your mom, Jack.” He said, straightened the back of Jack’s little jacket.

“I think he’s too much like you,” you disagreed, leaning into Chris as he wrapped an arm around your waist. “You always said you were a momma’s boy, right?” You whispered into his ear and he chuckled. “I guess this is payback for how you made your dad feel.”

“Look, who’s that?” Sebastian bounced Jack in his arms as he pointed at Anthony who was finishing up an interview a few meters down. “It’s Mack Attack, do you want to go say hi?” He asked Jack who immediately nodded. “Let’s-” He stopped himself when he remembered Jack wasn’t his kid and his parents were standing right there. “Can we?” He asked, his eyes as wide and innocent as your son’s.

“Please?” Jack pleaded. “Can we, please?”

“What do you think?” You looked over at Chris and he sighed, chuckling.

“Captain America would trust Bucky Barnes,” you heard Sebastian whisper into Jack’s ear.

“Captain America would trust Bucky Barnes,” Jack repeated for his father to hear and you all laughed. “Please, Daddy? Please can I go? I promise I won’t run off, I’ll stay with Uncle Seba until I see you and Momma again.”

“I’ll take good care of him,” Sebastian assured the both of you.

“Fine,” Chris finally caved. Sebastian and Jack grinned at each other and started to make their way over to Anthony, who had spotted them and was now grinning too. “If you lose him, Sebastian Stan, don’t bother coming back.” Chris called after them and earned a two finger wave from both boys, making you laugh.

“Relax,” you gently rubbed his back.

“Gee, thanks,” he bit sarcastically and you chuckled.

“Do you need a distraction?” You asked. “I’ve got some Gummi Bears in my clutch.”

“I think I’d much rather a kiss.” He told you and smiled when you leaned in, pressing your lips against his. You felt him smile as you smiled yourself. “Yeah,” he breathed when he broke it, resting his forehead against yours. “Much better.”

“Higher, higher!” You heard your son cheer and both of you turned in their direction; Anthony was now holding Jack, and tossing him in the air. Chris gasped whereas you chuckled. “Higher, Uncle Tony!” He squealed with delight as he was tossed up again.

“Mackie!” Chris pulled away from you and jogged over, leaving you behind. “How many times have I told you not to toss my son in the air! Hey, stop! Sebastian, I trusted you to keep him safe. That is not keeping him safe!”

“He’s a protective dad, isn’t he?” Alexia quizzed, laughing softly.

“Did we really expect him to be anything less?” You responded, smiling.

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anonymous asked:

Title: ... And that's how I met your father

… and that’s how I met your father

Summary: Yuuri finds a dead body on Christophe’s couch.

“Hey Chris, I brought some Advil and some water over. I saw on Instagram that you–oh.”

There’s a dead body on Christophe’s couch.


Well, it’s unexpected, to say the least.

(And if he screams, just a little, and drops the bottle of Advil on the ground, can he really be blamed?)

His scream, however, jerks the man awake, and there are blue eyes staring deep into his brown. When he shifts, a blanket slips off of him, revealing the hard-to-miss fact that the man is very, very naked. About as naked as a person can get, really. Impressively naked. Well, it’s not impressive that he’s naked, but it’s impressive how he’s naked. It’s impressive that he’s…

“Hello,” the dead body–which Yuuri is starting to assume is less of a dead body and more of an unbelievably attractive nude man–says in a voice that makes him sound as though he’d just crawled out of a war zone. He shakes his head, and silver hair shakes with the movement, and the blue eyes blink at him, half confused and half in some sort of unbearable pain. “Advil?”

Oh. Right. Advil.

It was meant for Chris, but Yuuri most definitely isn’t about to say no. He fumbles to grab the bottle off of the floor, then steps closer–don’t look at his crotch, don’t look at his chest, don’t look at his face, don’t look at anything, don’t look at anything at all–and hands it to him, keeping his gaze turned towards the floor. The man accepts the bottle of water, too, and Yuuri listens as he takes out a few tablets and swallows them, then downs them with the water.

“Yuuri, right?” the man asks, and he, oh god, he scratches his chest, and Yuuri is looking, he’s staring, he’s obviously staring and he needs to stop but he can’t because he’s still scratching his chest and, wow, now that he’s closer he really has a great view of everything else and he really, really should stop–“I’m Victor. Chris’s friend. You’re also Chris’s friend.”

“Yeah,” Yuuri answers stupidly, and tears his eyes away. The floor hadn’t been working, so he tries the ceiling instead. “Do you want me to go find you some clothes? Where is Chris?”

“He went to…” Victor frowns, brushes his hair back out of his eyes. “I don’t know. He went somewhere. And clothes? What for?”


“What for?” Victor repeats.

Yuuri bites his lip, glances around the apartment. “I guess I’ll go if Chris isn’t–”

“Want to have coffee together?” he suggests, stretching his back. He stands up, and, wow, that’s possibly the worst thing that could’ve happened. But he stood all the same, and now he’s walking across the kitchen, and there’s something stuck to his ankle but Yuuri doesn’t bother to tell him because he can’t exactly form sounds. “Sugar?”


Victor raises an eyebrow. “In your coffee.”

“Oh. I… I don’t… Okay.”

A minute later, there are two cups in Victor’s hands. He hands one to Yuuri, who is keeping his eyes on the wall like a saint. “Pleasure to meet you, by the way.”

“You too,” Yuuri answers, taking a sip. The coffee certainly isn’t bad.

Needless to say, Chris has many questions when he comes home to find Yuuri and Victor playing Mario Kart on his couch, one of them stark naked and the other currently using a blue shell.

doctorginsberg  asked:

Headcanon thing: Chris and workout

Chris has always been an active person, but he hates working out. Which makes no sense to him. He played sports as a kid, and he loved it–he was disappointed that he was never good enough to make a career out of it–but he has some mental block in his mind between getting fit for the sake of athleticism and getting fit for the sake of looking good, even if it’s for a movie. 

That’s why his current trainer is so great. He’s made a routine for Chris that feels like it has tangible benefits other than sculpted arms and washboard abs. His posture has improved. The way he walks. His back pain. He feels more at ease moving through the world and, as a result, more at ease with himself in general. It helps if he sees weight training as a kind of game–do these things, go through these motions, and you get fun prizes like good self-esteem. Not because he cares about how anyone else sees him, but because he cares about how he sees himself.

7 minutes (15/?)

“we’ve been nothing but friends for our whole lives but then we played seven minutes in heaven on a dare and now i think i might actually be in love with you”

Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch. 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, (extra), Ch 6, Ch 7, Ch 8, Ch 9, Ch 10, Ch 11, Ch 12, Ch 13, Ch 14FF

A/N: Thanks for your patience on this one. I needed to get this chapter right. ;)

“Say something!”


Arthur erupts into giggles, almost bouncing right out of the booster seat he’s tucked into as his little legs flail about. Killian reaches out to steady him, happy to play babysitter as the other occupants at the table have more adult conversations.

“Say something else!”

“Something else.”

This time the boy’s laughter is so loud that everyone else can’t help but look over, the smile on Emma’s face as she looks between him and Arthur has his own growing wider at the sight of it. Her hand finds his under the table and he interlaces their fingers before he turns his attention back to the boy at his side.

“My accent is really that funny, lad?”

“Silly Killy!”

“Killy? Oh, I am so calling you that from now on.”

Squeezing her fingers, he looks back over at Emma, hoping she can see the pleading look in his eyes.

“Don’t you dare. You know Dave will pick that nickname up and torture me with it until the end of time.”

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