the interview that the first gif is from

Imagine you and Chris answering 73 questions from Vogue.

A/N: Oops, I kind of went a little off the rails with this piece. The word count’s like 2.7K? It’s super fluffy, but it’s also slightly more personalized because I was addressing @alxpxe interracial couple request, as well as @dxbrevgrey’s request. Hope y'all enjoy this! (P.S - Thanks for answering my “where are you from?” question! I really, really appreciate it.)

Chris looked up from his newspaper when he saw you enter the kitchen from the corner of his eye. You were too busy responding to the text from Joe Sabina- Vogue’s 73 Question interviewer- to notice your husband was smiling at you with great adoration. He’d noticed in the past few months that you’d been looking particularly beautiful, like there was a glow about you. He figured he was just being a biased, wide-eyed husband, but he was right- there was something different about you that you were yet to share with him.

“Don’t you look beautiful,” he teased and you turned to him.

“Thank you, baby,” you walked over to peck his cheek and his smile widened as he looped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “Joe’s like five minutes away, that’s why I’m all dressed up.” You told him, draping your arm around his neck.

“Nope,” he shook his head and your eyes narrowed in confusion. “You always look beautiful, whether or not you dress up and make up.” He explained and you chuckled, kissing the top of his head. “So today’s the day, huh?” He asked as he released you to return to his eggs.

“Mm hm,” you pulled your arm off him to go make yourself a cup of green tea. “I know I was hesitant to do it at first, but now I’m actually excited. It really is an honor to be a part of the series,” you said and Chris nodded in agreement.

You had been asked a couple week ago to be a part of the prestigious 73 Questions interview; you didn’t really know if it was prestigious, all you knew was that many of those that had been a part of it were either talented friends of yours or people you admired greatly. Joe had called your publicist to set up the interview, and since then you’d emailed with him back and forth to plan the transcript as well as had a two hour lunch to finalize it. It took a while to refine what was going to be asked and answered, but you were finally ready to shoot the episode.

“It is, and I’m glad I managed to convince you to do it. Our fans would’ve killed you if you’d declined,” he joked. “There are a lot of people who want to hear you answer seventy-three personal questions as well as walk through our home.” He said then laughed when you did. “Anyway-” he shoveled the rest of his eggs into his mouth and murmured with it full, “do you want Dodger and I to make ourselves scarce?”

“Definitely not,” you quickly said because you’d something planned for the end of the interview that you needed Chris around for. “I think our fans would kill you if you and Dodger didn’t show face in the interview. You do realize that we have more fans as a couple than as individuals, right?” He laughed at that even though he knew it was true; when you got married, all your fans clumped into one large supportive group. “Joe and I worked you into the transcript anyway, so you’re not going anywhere,” you looped an arm around his neck and mumbled into his hair, “mister.”

“I’m happy to stay,” he tipped his head to kiss your jawline, “missus.” The doorbell rang and you pulled away from Chris as he said, “there’s Joe. And-” Dodger barreled in from the backyard and headed for the front door. “There’s Dodger,” he said and you both laughed. “Wait till I grab him to open the door, I don’t think we need another head to the nuts incident.”

“No we don’t,” you chuckled and started towards the front door with Chris following behind you. “They’ve already started filming, by the way. So as soon as we open the door, the interview’s in movement. You ready?” You asked, glancing over your shoulder at Chris; he nodded and grabbed Dodger’s collar while you opened the door for Joe.

“Good morning, guys.” Joe smiled behind his handheld camera.

“Hey Joe,” you and Chris both greeted him, smiling.

“Who do we have here?” Joe moved the camera to show Dodger. “This must be the famous Dodger, I’m very thankful you’re holding him back because I don’t think I can take a hit to the nuts so early in the morning.” You all laughed at that. “So shall we begin the interview?”

“Sure,” you both stepped to the side to welcome Joe inside. “If you don’t mind taking your shoes off, that’d be great.” You told him and he directed his camera at both yours and Chris’ socked feet. You’d already discussed it in the transcript, that your shoeless house would be one of his seventy-three questions.

“No problem,” he nodded and started to take off his shoes as he asked his first question. “You come from an Asian family and you’re a bit of a clean freak.” Chris snickered because a bit was an understatement; he couldn’t even sit on the bed without having a shower first. “So this is a habit for you.” You nodded, nudging Chris as you tried not to laugh. “Do you take off your shoes at every house you visit?”

“Most houses,” you nodded.

“All houses,” Chris interjected. “She does it at every house she visits, unless the floors seem dirty or the host insists she keeps them on.” You shot him a dirty look as you tried not to laugh; he’d successfully made you sound like a snob as well as offend the hosts of the houses you’d visited before without taking off yours shoes. “But she’s pretty cute about it, so it’s fine.”

Joe chuckled then used his camera to get a view of the front of your house. “I like the vibe the two of you’ve got going on here, it’s very zen and peaceful.” You looked over at Chris, smiling. “Did you do the interior yourself?” He asked, directing the camera back at you and Chris.

“Chris did,” you pointed at your husband. “We talked about redecorating after the honeymoon, but that was like- what?” You glanced at Chris, both of you chuckling. “Four years ago? We’ve been fairly preoccupied.” Chris nodded. “But honestly, our styles are fairly similar. I didn’t feel a dire need to change things up, I kind of just allowed my things to blend with his.”

“Do you think this is the house you’ll raise your kids in?”

“No,” you and Chris both said simultaneously. “Um-” You glanced at him and you both laughed. “Definitely not,” you continued. “We both love LA and it is where we have to be most of the time because of our jobs, but eventually we’d like to move back to Chris’ hometown.”

“Why not your hometown?”

“That’s a bit tricky considering I’m from two places,” you chuckled, referring to the two countries you called home; Singapore was where you were born, and Australia was where you were raised. “It’s just easier for us if we live in The States because of our jobs, and I’m so used to life here now that I can’t see myself going back to either places. We do go on holidays quite often, but that’s about it.”

“For the record,” Chris spoke up. “I love both countries my girl’s from. Their cultures are vastly different from each other, and mine, but I find it incredibly interesting. It’s always nice to immerse myself in her holidays, especially Chinese New Year. We’ve been back to Singapore a couple of times for it and it’s just awesome. There is so much food, like- ridiculous amounts. Imagine Thanksgiving, but more food and more than one day.”

“Chris has a lot of trouble when we go back for Chinese New Year, especially when we have a Marvel movie coming up because he wants to eat everything but he can’t.” Chris nodded with pursed lips and you laughed, looping your arm with his. “Shall we move on to the rest of the house?”

“Yes, please.”

Joe followed you and Chris as you led him through the rest of your house, answering quick fire questions that told the fans more about you, and Chris, and your life as a married couple. Dodger sprinted off the moment Chris released his collar, but not without getting a pat or two from Joe first. You toured the kitchen where Joe asked you and Chris questions twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, and twenty-three.

“Who does the cooking?”

“Both of us, but we usually take responsibility for a certain meal,” you answered. “Like Chris always does breakfasts because he’s an early riser. I’m more lunch and dinner, though we’re never really home during lunch time.”

“What’s your favorite cuisine?”

“Italian,” you answered then looked over at Chris.

“I just like yummy food,” he answered with a soft chuckle.

“Your family owned a restaurant when you were younger and you were in charge of desserts,” Joe stated and you nodded. “What’s your favorite dessert item to make?” He asked you then asked Chris, “and what’s your favorite dessert item to eat?”

“Anything with chocolate,” you said when Joe’s camera was on you.

“Favorite dessert item to eat, like- that Y/N makes?” Chris quizzed when Joe’s camera was on him; Joe nodded. “Oh wow, that’s a tough question. Honestly- before I met Y/N, I was not a dessert guy at all. I ate a lot of jellybeans and ice-cream, but that was about it. But God, she’s converted me. I can’t go a meal without dessert now,” he laughed and you smiled. “But my favorite thing? It’s probably her chocolate chip cookies, they just give me such a homey feeling.”

“Can I try one?” Joe asked, directing his camera at the cookie jar sitting on your kitchen bench top. You nodded and took one out of the jar and passed it to him. “Oh wow,” he said after taking a bite. “This is possibly the best chocolate chip cookie I’ve ever tasted, this is delicious.”

“Now you know why I have to work out all the time,” Chris joked.

With those questions answered, you all moved back into the living room. Joe questioned the both of you on the awards you’d received that were displayed on the fireplace mantel, as well as the photographs hanging on your walls. The photographs- the one of you and Chris on set meeting for the first time, and then one from your wedding- were the cues to move onto Joe’s questions onto your Marvel career as well as your relationship with Chris, which you’d thoroughly discussed with Chris before agreeing to answer.

“What is your most memorable moment on a Marvel set?”

“Meeting my husband,” you didn’t even have to think twice.

“And what is it like being married to Captain America?”

“Patriotic,” you joked. Beside you, Chris laughed softly with a shake of his head. “No, it’s wonderful. Chris is the perfect man,” you smiled as you slipped your hand into Chris’; he gave your hand a gentle squeeze. “And he’s also lot more than Captain America.”

“Did you know when you first met Chris that he was going to be the one you’d marry?”

“She definitely knew,” Chris answered before you could; his tone was smug and he had a smirk on his face that made you laugh. “But to be fair,” he chuckled, “I did tell her I was going to marry her numerous times.” You laughed harder, nodding in agreement. “I’m just lucky she didn’t run.”

“So it was love at first sight then?”

“For me it was,” Chris nodded, smiling at you.

“Me too,” you said after smiling at him. “I mean- what’s not to love?”

“Best memory as a couple?”

“Our first Christmas together,” you both said at the same time then chuckled when you caught each other’s gaze. “I was in London for a job and Chris was on break back in Boston, so we didn’t think we’d see each other. But um-” you smiled, “he left his family and flew out to London to surprise me and we had a great Christmas together. It was very sweet, I was in tears when I saw him at my hotel door.”

“Is that the nicest thing Chris has ever done for you?”

“It’s up there,” you nodded. “But the thing is, he’s such a sweet and romantic guy that I couldn’t possibly highlight one thing or event. He’s done a lot for me over the course of our relationship, all of it seems as nice as the one before. I can’t choose,” you shook your head, “no way.”

“And what’s the nicest thing Y/N has done for you?”

“I think marrying me?” Chris said then smiled when he heard you chuckle.

“If you were to pick an animal for your partner, what animal would it be?”

“Chris is most definitely a puppy,” you laughed. “He’s always up and at it, he’s always so bubbly and happy- he’s adorable and lovely and kind and just- a down to earth, good guy. He’s the human version of Dodger, it’s no wonder they found each other.”

“Aw,” Chris cooed, pulling his hand out of yours to wrap his arm around you. “Well, Y/N is a cat. Intelligent, sassy, independent, and also very mysterious. You think you’ve got her figured out, but you don’t and you won’t until you show that you’re invested in her. Once she knows you’re here to stay, she’ll cozy up to you and she’ll love you till the end of time.”

“And you said you’re not a cat person,” you teased him.

“I guess you’re my exception, aren’t you?” He winked and you chuckled.

Joe mouthed “seventy-three” and you knew it was his cue to wrap up the interview. You tapped Chris’ leg and you all got onto your feet, walking Joe towards the front door. “Well, it’s been lovely being in your house and talking to the both of you. I believe we’re up to the last question, so here it is.” Joe shared a knowing smile with you, whereas Chris was completely oblivious. “Is it a boy or a girl?” He quizzed and you bit back your smile, slipping your hand into Chris’.

“What do you mean?” Chris’ eyes narrowed in confusion, then he turned to you when Joe beckoned his head at you. You smiled and realization swept over Chris’ face. “Are we-” He cut himself off when he saw you nod, and his smile reached his eyes. “No!” He pulled his hand out of yours and covered his mouth. “We’re pregnant?!”

“I can’t answer that because that’d be seventy-four questions, so I’ll answer Joe’s.” You said and Chris’ eyes glistened with tears of joy as he waited to hear if he was going to be a dad to a handsome baby boy or a beautiful baby girl. “It’s a boy.”

“Yes!” He cheered and hugged you, lifting you off the ground. You laughed and wrapped your arms around him, smiling at Joe who was letting himself out after nodding at you gratefully. “I’m going to be a dad, I’m going to be a dad!”

“Yes you are,” you cupped Chris’ face in your hands when he put you down onto your feet and released you. “And you’re going to be the best dad in the whole wide world.” He smiled and cupped your face in his hands, pulling you towards him to press a kiss on your forehead.

“I was wrong, you know.”

“About what?” You quizzed, looking up to meet Chris’ gaze.

“About the nicest thing you’ve done for me,” he answered and you smiled because you knew what he was going to say next. “Because this is it. You’ve helped me check off everything on my life plan. I got to work with my celebrity crush, I got to marry the love of my life, and now I’m having a child with my soul mate. That’s it, I have everything and I don’t think I can ask for anything more.” Your heart swelled when you saw his blue eyes glistened. “Well-” he chuckled and leaned in, “maybe just a kiss?”

“You got it,” you smiled.

“I love you,” he breathed when his lips were inches from yours.

“I love you more,” you said then met his soft lips.

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You just gave birth to your and Harry’s first child, a baby boy, just a few weeks before Dunkirk premiered. Because Harry had to appear at several of the premieres, you and the baby had to stay home while he traveled. You were upset that you weren’t able to be there for Harry to support him, but he knew that you were needed at home with the baby then by his side. 

The word of you having the baby had been spreading and Harry had gotten asked a lot about the baby on the red carpet. 

“Harry, we know that your girlfriend recently gave birth to your first child, how’s everything going?” The interviewer asked. 

“Oh, yeah, everything’s going great. Mum and baby are doing well, they’re back home in London right now, so I miss them both dearly,” he smiled. 

“What is it like being a new father?” They asked. 

“It’s wonderful. I love it,” he said. 

“Who would you say he looks like more?” They asked him. 

“Um, I don’t know,” he laughed. “He’s just so handsome, so I’d like to say he looks more like me, but his Mum’s gorgeous, so he could easily get his looks from her too.”  

“Well, congrats again on the film and the new baby,” they smiled. 

“Thank you,” Harry smiled before moving onto the next interview. 

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Imagine your son watching his daddy, Chris, on TV.

A/N: Helloooooooo, I’m back with the mini series! The last mini left us with Chris and the reader having an adorable little boy; Jackson River Evans. This continues on from there, just a bunch of fics that show their daily adventures that come with parenthood. Hope you enjoy it. X (Here is the mini-series ‘Masterlist’, I’ll link it as soon as I get home.)

It was 11:25PM in the Evans household, after a long day of running errands with your very talkative and excitable son, one would think that you and Chris would be fast asleep. But instead, the two of you were sat on the floor of your living room surrounded by wrapping paper, ribbons, and a buttload of different toys, books, and clothes for your son’s second birthday tomorrow.

You’d planned to start wrapping around 8:30PM- Jack’s bedtime- but as always, neither of you could leave his side until he fell asleep which was three and a half stories later at 9:48PM. What made things worst was that he knew it was his birthday tomorrow and that his parents were staying up to wrap his presents and prepare for his party; the questions he tackled both of you with made for good laughs and weary head shakes.

“Do you want some coffee?” Chris chuckled when another yawn escaped you; you shook your head. “What about Gummi Bears?” You shook your head again. “What about both?” He suggested, smiling when you bit back your smile.

“No, I’m good.” You told him as you returned your attention to the half wrapped ‘Dancing Elmo’ in front of you. “I can’t have caffeine or sugar now, if I do then- I’m going to be up all night.” Chris raised an eyebrow, his facials saying “isn’t that what we want?” You chuckled, “are you that tired that you’ve forgotten what happened the last time I tried to stay up with the help of coffee and Gummi Bears?”

His eyes narrowed slightly as he thought back, it didn’t take long for realization to sweep over his face. “Ah, yes.” He chuckled, nodding. “I believe I called it The Rise and Fall of Y/N.” You nodded with pursed lips. “I honestly thought you broke that day, was going to call Kevin and Robert to set me up with another girl.” You rolled your eyes. “Preferably one that doesn’t go on a caffeine and sugar high so she can pull an all nighter on her script, only to talk my ear off with her random epiphanies instead.”

“Jerk,” you tossed a toddler size version of Chris’ favorite pair of shoes at him. It hit him in the chest and landed in his lap, but he was too busy bellowing with laughter to bother retaliating. “Shut up,” you laughed softly, throwing the other shoe at him. “You’re going to wake Jack up.”

“Okay okay,” he softened his laughter, wiping away the tears that had formed in the corner of his eyes. “Hey, these are cute.” He said when he picked the shoes up off his lap. “They look exactly like mine, how did you-” He looked up at you and you smirked, shrugging. “You’re going to make him so happy.”

“I know,” you smiled. “He keeps asking me to put your shoes aside for him so he can wear them when he’s older, he gets so mad when he sees you wearing them because he thinks they’re his now. He keeps telling me that you’re wearing them out.”

“Trust me, I know,” he chuckled. “He gets so passive-aggressive every time I have those shoes on. Like the other day, he told me my feet are too big for those beautiful shoes.” You both laughed at that. “And just today, I found him hiding them under his bed. Honestly,” he shook his head, smiling, “that boy is an odd one.”

“Children are a reflection of their parents,” you teased.

“Yeah, I know,” he nodded then smirked as he said, “have you met his mom?”

“I’m running out of soft things to throw at you,” you threw a Mickey Mouse plush ball at him. “Can we get back to it now?” You asked, beckoning at the pile of unwrapped gifts; you were starting to regret offering your wrapping services to your family and friends who were out of town and couldn’t make it. “We’re going to need at least some sleep if we want to get through a two year old’s birthday party tomorrow.”

“Yeah, okay.”

The both of you returned to wrapping and a comfortable silence filled the air. It wasn’t until you got through your fifth gift, and Chris his fourth that you both realized there were sounds coming from upstairs. You glanced behind you then turned back to Chris whose narrowed eyes were looking at the archway leading to the hallway where the stairs were.

“Did you leave the TV on upstairs?”

“No,” you shook your head. “I haven’t been upstairs since-”

“Jack,” you both concluded in unison, heaving a heavy sigh.

Chris made his way upstairs with you right on his heel. The closer you got to your bedroom, the louder the TV got. Chris looked over his shoulder at you, mouthing “is that?” You nodded, chuckling when you realized Jack was watching one of his father’s old interviews with Jimmy Fallon. You both poked your head into the room and saw Jack snugged in the middle of your bed with Dodger under his tiny arm. He was always so mesmerized by his dad, or you, being on TV that he’d fail to notice all else, like the two of you in the doorway.

“Bud,” Chris called and Jack flinched, “what are you doing out of bed?”

“I’m not out of bed,” he gestured to the fact that he was in your bed, grinning cheekily.

“Let’s rephrase,” you stepped in, chuckling, “what are you doing out of your bed?”

“Well, I…” he trailed off, turning his attention back to the TV because he didn’t want to miss a second of his dad.

You and Chris shared a weary look then shrugged and joined Jack in your king sized bed, each on either side of him. Dodger shuffled, moving to rest his head on your lap. You smiled and stroked his side, leaning down to whisper into his floppy ear “thanks for looking after of our little handful, sweetheart.”

“Shhh,” Jack pressed his tiny finger to his lips.

“Oh, please.” You chuckled. “Like my whispering-”

“Seriously, shh,” Chris shushed you too, pointing to the TV. “You’ll want to listen to this part, it’s super sweet.” A smug smirk formed on his lips because you’d already seen it before and you already knew it was super sweet. “It’s about his wife and kid.”

“And I’m the kid!” Jack gasped excitedly and climbed out of the covers so he could crawl closer to the TV. You were about to reach and catch him when Chris got to him first; the last thing you needed was your son ruining his eyes like you did as a child.

“You’re not going any closer to the TV, bud.” Chris murmured into his soft locks. “The last thing we need is you wearing glasses too.” Jack still tried to wiggle out of his dad’s strong grip and Chris frowned. “Jack, stop,” he spoke in a firmer tone and Jack immediately stilled. “Either sit here with me or go to bed.”

“I’ll sit here with you,” Jack nodded, leaning back against his dad’s chest.

“Not bad,” you mouthed, smiling at Chris who was tipping his imaginary hat; he was getting a lot better at controlling Jack. Usually Jack would just ignore Chris and continue his defiance until you stepped in and dropped the hammer, but not so much anymore. You turned your attention back to the TV when you heard your name.

“I believe congratulations are in order, you and Y/N are now parents to an adorable boy.” Jimmy said and the audience cheered; Chris smiled as a photo of you carrying Jack, who was only eight months then, popped up on the screen behind him.

“That’s me,” Jack giggled excitedly; both you and Chris chuckled.

“Jack, right?” Jimmy asked and Chris nodded. “He is a beautiful baby.”

“Thank you,” Chris smiled. “Yeah, he is a real looker. His smile just lights up the room and his eyes are bluer than mine,” he chuckled softly. “But I mean-” he glanced back at the photo, his smile growing even wider. “I didn’t really expect anything less. Look at his mom, she’s beautiful and perfect and- he’s just a splitting image of her.”

The interview touched your heart like it did the first time, you smiled and reached over Jack to press your hand against your husband’s face. He smiled and turned his head, kissing the palm of your hand. You pulled your hand away and returned your attention to the TV.

“It must be very hard for you to be away from home at the moment,” Jimmy said and Chris nodded, pouting adorably. “And how is Y/N handling Jack on her own? She’s always said that between the two of you, you’re better with kids.”

“That’s-” Chris chuckled. “No, Y/N is fantastic with children. She just says she’s not because she’s overly modest and she likes her 'I-don’t-want-kids’ reputation, but honestly- if you see her with kids, you can tell that she is nothing like she portrays herself to be. She is just the sweetest, kindest, most gentle person when she’s around kids. Well,” he chuckled, “the good ones anyway.”

“And Jack’s one of the good ones, right?”

“Definitely,” Chris nodded, smiling. “I was FaceTiming with Y/N yesterday and she’s been telling me all about how he just sleeps through the night and eats whatever she gives him. He’s a very easy baby, like she hasn’t even had to call our moms for backup yet.”

“I’m sure you must be very excited to get back home to them,” Jimmy put another photo up on the screen behind Chris; it was one of the three of you and Dodger that Chris tweeted out for Mother’s Day. The whole audience awwwed at the photo, making Chris smile. “I mean- that is a sweet family waiting for you.”

“Yeah, and I’m counting down the days till I see them,” Chris admitted with a soft chuckle. “Only a couple months of press left and then I’m back in Boston for a long break until the next part premieres. But by then, Jack should be old enough to fly so they can come out and visit me while I’m doing press around the world.”

Jimmy smiled, “once again, congratulations. If you’re watching this, Y/N, Jack is beautiful and I am so happy for you guys. The first part of Avengers Infinity War is out in cinemas now, be sure to watch it. Chris Evans, everyone!”

You expected Jack to clap and when he didn’t, you looked over to find him fast asleep in his dad’s arms. “I guess he woke up and just wanted us to keep him company until he fell asleep again,” Chris whispered and you smiled. “I’m going to go put him to bed.” You nodded and yawned as he rose to his feet with Jack in his arms. “And you should go to sleep too, I’ll finish up downstairs.”

“We’re a team,” you told him and rose to your feet, following him with a hand on his lower back. “I don’t sleep until you sleep.” Chris smiled and wrapped one arm around you, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head as the two of you made your way to Jack’s room.

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Imagine you and Chris bringing the baby home.

A/N: Epilogue time :D The end of Chapter 7, finally. What a long, long ride. So happy with the end though ❤️ You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series: ‘Perfect’ - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Fated’ - Masterlist; Chapter 7: ‘Baby Steps’: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A/3B/Part 4A/4B/4C/4D/Part 5A/5B/5C/5D)

Saturday morning, Chris signed the papers releasing you and Jack from the hospital. You were both excited to bring Jack home for the first time, to introduce him to Dodger, and to take him around and familiarize him with where he was going to spend the next few years of his life. You and Chris hadn’t talked about moving to Boston since January, after that slight bout in the car. You were planning to bring it up again now that Jack was actually born; you had to because that was the home you wanted him to grow up in. But you’d decided you’d hold off on it until your son turned one, giving yourself a year; a year to gauge how overwhelming parenthood was going to be and whether or not you could handle it in a new environment miles away from your parents.

Speaking of your parents, they went back to your childhood home and invited Lisa to stay with them so you and Chris and the baby had some time to yourselves to settle in. They were coming back on Sunday, in the afternoon, to do the cooking so you and Chris didn’t have to. You were having a family get together so everyone could meet Jack, praying things wouldn’t be too overwhelming for your little boy. It had been expected that everyone was going to want to meet Jack as soon as possible because he was the son of Chris Evans; a man who had been wanting a child of his own for as long as anyone could remember. Hence why it came as no surprise to hear from his publicist that the birth of your son was already trending all over the internet.

You and Chris didn’t know how, but someone found out about Jack’s birth. That was the mysterious thing about the media, no matter how secretive you tried to be about something- they’d still find out. But you were lucky because that was all they found out, that Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N welcomed their first child. All the articles had no specifics because you and Chris had kept everything tightly sealed; there was no gender, or name, or possible hospital location- a huge relief. It was easier because Chris had been on hiatus, there was no chance for him to let any details slip in interviews. It was important for the both of you to keep him a secret for a while, protected from the eyes of the public. You knew you’d eventually have to introduce Jack to the world, but you wanted it to be on your terms. You hadn’t decided if you’d do what Ryan Reynolds and Blake Lively did and bring your child into the eye of the public at an event, or do what Jensen Ackles and Danneel Harris did and post a picture on Instagram. You both decided you’d worry about that later and just focus on your little family for now.

Other than Sunday dinner, plans were made to FaceTime Sebastian and Ava- who had placed themselves on a no fly list until their boy was born- so they could meet their godson. You and Chris still laughed every time you thought about the reactions of those around you when you announced Sebastian and Ava were going to be Jack’s godparents. Both the brothers, Donovan and Scott were pretty offended whereas Carly and Shanna graciously accepted the decision. And of course, Robert and Anthony kicked up, saying they were “hurt to hear that we didn’t make the cut.” But despite all the fuss, everyone had seen that decision coming. Since Chris got together with you, and Sebastian got together with Ava- the four of you had been closer than ever; your friendship had become one of those friendships you saw on ‘How I Met Your Mother’ or ‘The Big Bang Theory’, ‘The Office’, or ‘Parks and Recreation’. You and Chris explained to Sebastian and Ava that even though you’d given them the title of godparents, chances were that your families would still take care of Jack if anything were to happen to you and Chris. The reason for giving them the title was so that they knew, and Jack knew they were still going to play a significant part in his life.

There were a few beings who were going to play a significant part in his life, a handsome furry fella was one of them. You’d been away from him since Friday morning and you missed him. You knew he was probably worried and waiting at the door, and that he was going to be so excited to see the two of you that he’d pounce as soon as he did. A pounce would’ve been welcomed if you weren’t holding a baby, but you were which was why Chris was going inside first. He was going to talk to Dodger and let him know that a baby was coming in with you, his brother that he had to be gentle with and protect. The two of you had decided to steal that scene from ‘Marley and Me’, introducing Dodger to Jack like Marley was introduced to Patrick.

Chris’ car pulled up in the driveway and he turned to look at you and Jack in the back seat. “You ready for this?” He asked and you nodded, carefully unbuckling Jack from the car seat and lifting him into your arms. “Give me about five minutes,” he told you then got out of the car.

Dodger heard the keys in the door and immediately jumped up, tail wagging excitedly like he knew who was behind the door. He pounced like Chris had expected him to when Chris walked into the house, jumping then attacking Chris’ face with licks when Chris descended to his knees in front of Dodger to give him a scratch and a hug.

“I missed you too, pal,” Chris chuckled. “Now sit,” he commanded and Dodger quickly as he was told. “We’ve got some things to talk about before our girl comes inside, okay?” Dodger tilted his head then nudged his nose into Chris’ hand. “Alright, bud. You know how it’d been me and you for quite a while before it became me, you, and Y/N? Do you remember how much you liked her when you first met her? How quickly you fell in-love with her?”

Chris paused, giving Dodger a chance to respond in his own way. He smiled when Dodger pawed his thigh, giving his face another lick. “Yeah, me too.” He responded with a chuckle, scratching Dodger’s head. “Well, now we’ve got another little guy joining our clan and I’m going to need you to do the same with him. But the difference here is you can’t pounce on him, or attack him with your sweet kisses. Not for a while anyway because he is very small, so I’m going to need you to be extra gentle.”

Dodger licked Chris again and Chris smiled at him, unable to believe how much he’d grown; he was no longer a puppy, even though you called him ‘puppy’ all the time. “Look pal, I know this is going to be another big change. I just want you to know it’s okay if you’re nervous ‘cause Y/N and I are too, we’re petrified. But you know what?” He scratched Dodger’s head, smiling. “We’re going to do this together, okay? We’re a team, as always. And I know you’re going to do great because you’re a sweet and gentle soul who wouldn’t hurt a fly.” Chris heard movement behind the door as the handle jiggled, “that’s them now. Gentle, okay?” He kissed Dodger’s forehead then caught his collar as he rose to his feet, turning to face the door.

Dodger saw you come through the door and rushed forward, only to be held back by Chris. He barked once then quieted down when you carefully descended to your knees, revealing Jack to him. Chris lowered himself to his knees too, one arm wrapped around Dodger’s body as he curiously eyed Jack. “This is your brother, Dodge. His name is Jack,” you told Dodger, smiling. “You can say hello, bud.” You said and Dodger took a step closer, sniffing Jack. “Look how good he is,” you told Chris, feeling your eyes well with tears at how gentle Dodger was being with his approach. You leaned over and kissed Dodger’s head, whispering, “you’re going to be best buds with him, aren’t you?” Chris patted Dodger’s side as the pup gently placed his paw on Jack, you shared a smile with Chris. “Yeah, definitely the best of buds.”

“But don’t you forget who your original best bud is,” Chris playfully warned him and you laughed as you rose to your feet. “I’m going to go get the rest of the stuff, you take it easy.” He told you and you nodded, making your way over to the couch with Dodger padding alongside you while he headed out to the car.

“Welcome home, sweetheart,” you kissed Jack’s forehead. His eyes looked around, curiously examining the place as Dodger had curiously examined him. He was so perfect, so worth all the pain and discomfort you’d endured over the last nine months. “This is where you’re going to spend the first few years of your life, or until your daddy allows us to move. He’s a little worried moving now will be too much for me, which I understand. I panicked a lot because of you, buddy,” you told him, chuckling. “But that’s not your fault, I’m just a chronic over thinker.”

Chris reentered the house and smiled when he saw you talking to Jack. He didn’t understand what you were so afraid of, you were so good with him. He lowered the bags onto the floor and walked over quietly, not wanting to pull your attention away from your son and ruin the moment. He leaned against the nearest wall and watched the two of you from a distance, chewing on his middle finger.

“You should see the house we have waiting for us in Boston, Jack Jack.” You told your son, smiling. “It is so beautiful and you are going to love it. Don’t get me wrong, this house is beautiful too and I know you’re going to love it here but- I think you’re going to love it more in Boston because that’s where Daddy grew up.” Chris smiled, lowering his hand to his side as he pushed his weight off the wall and onto his feet. “Your grandma Lisa raised him in Boston and he turned out to be an amazing human being, so I’m going to do that with you too.” Chris felt his vision blur when he heard you say that, then stifled his laughter when he heard what came out of your mouth next. “And when you become a Bostonian, Daddy will tell you all about The Patriots and the Boston Red Soxs and- who knows what other teams he supports. I’m not a sports fan, if you can’t already tell.”

“Of course he can tell, you’re wearing a Yankees cap.” Chris quipped as he walked over, and you rolled your eyes as you giggled. “Oh God,” he sighed dramatically as he sat down next to you. You turned to him with furrowed brows when he buried his face in his hands, groaning. “Why must you do this to me?” He murmured into his hands.

“Do what?”

“Make me fall deeper in-love with you,” he turned to you with a smile and you laughed. “No, seriously. That little conversation you just had with our son- I mean, you just reminded me of why I took a chance with you, why I went against every instinct and fell in-love with a fan.” Your eyes narrowed and a curious smile surfaced. “When I first-”

“Wait,” you chuckled. “What did you just say?” You asked and he raised his brows, unsure of what you were calling him out for until you said- “Did you just admit to having doubts about dating me because I’m a fan?” He opened his mouth and scrunched his face, trying to feign confusion and innocence. “So all those times when I voiced concerns about being a fan girlfriend and you shot me down, you were actually worried about having a fan girlfriend?”

“What, no,” he blurted and you rolled your eyes, knowing the answer was the opposite. “Y/N, I-” He winced then relaxed slightly when he heard a soft laugh from you. “Look, I’m sorry. It’s just an actor’s instinct, y’know?” He quizzed and you nodded understandingly. “Like I knew you were genuine and you liked me for me, it was pretty obvious in the story you didn’t care about the fame or fortune. But that’s a story and- it was just instinct to question your intentions. If it makes you feel any better, I didn’t question it for long.”

“If I’m being honest, I don’t feel bad about it at all.” You told him then giggled when he laughed. “I just asked because that is the first I’ve heard you say you were concerned about that. I mean- that night we got together, you told me a lot and that didn’t come up once.” You reminded him and he nodded with pursed lips. “Even in your letter, you said you were worried you were in-love with me because of the story, and that you didn’t want to start anything until you were sure you could finish it, but that fan thing- I’ve never heard before.”

“That’s ‘cause I didn’t question for long,” he repeated his earlier statement. “Like it was something I got over before I wrote that letter. We were friends first and it was pretty obvious what your intentions were, so I didn’t tell you because I didn’t see the point. It was irrelevant by the time we started dating. Even more so now that we’re married with a kid,” he chuckled, reaching over to play with Jack’s hand. “I just didn’t want to upset you, I knew you’d pick at it if I told you. You’re a over thinker, even if nothing’s wrong- you’d think something’s wrong.”

“Very true,” you nodded in agreement and he smiled. “Oh well, like you said it’s irrelevant.” You said and he nodded, taking Jack from you. “I’m so happy things worked out the way it did.” You leaned your head against his shoulder; both of you smiled at Jack then Dodger who was looking up at the three of you. “If I could go back in time,” you patted Dodger’s head, playing with his ears. “I’d do the exact same thing.”

“I wouldn’t,” Chris laughed, “I’d speed up the process.”

“As long as we end up here,” you kissed Chris’ cheek, “I’m good.”

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Alexander Skarsgård on inspiration for a sense memory as told to Bill Skarsgård for Interview magazine

ALEXANDER: [At 9 years old while they were both working on White Water Fury] You called your agent-slash-kindergarten teacher. I don’t remember you being upset, but I do have a very vivid memory where you wrapped early one day, and they took you back to the hotel, and I had another scene. When I got back, you were just standing outside in the parking lot, waiting for me, and it broke my heart. It was just the two of us. We obviously come from a big family back in Stockholm. I never felt needed. It was always chaos with Mom, Dad, uncles, you know, we all lived in the same building. Dinner parties with 25 people every night. And for the first time, you and I went away together, and suddenly I wasn’t just a big brother. I felt paternal. You were just standing in the parking lot waiting for your big brother to come home, because you didn’t know anyone and you didn’t know what to do. If I ever need a little sense memory for a scene, that vision of coming around the corner and seeing you standing there, this little boy in this massive parking lot, is really beautiful and heartbreaking. It was the first time I ever felt needed.

BILL: That’s a lovely story.

Sources: Interview magazine quotes by Alexander Skarsgård and Bill Skarsgård; my gif of my caps from The East, Melancholia, Generation Kill, True Blood (4.12 and 4.10), Hundtricket, War on Everyone, The Legend of Tarzan, Disconnect and The Giver.

A Guide to Residential/Rehab For Minors

This guide will go over some vocabulary/slang terms often used, the process in which you get brought into the residential, and what it’s really like there. This was requested by an anon.

Disclaimer: This guide was not made to support the use of mental illness as a cheap storyline. This guide was made to provide accuracy for those who wish to utilize this subject maturely and truthfully. This is mainly based on my own experience as well as a collection of some of my friends’ experiences, used with the permission of those individuals. This is also based on the residentials based in California and laws will vary place to place. If there is anything I’m missing or anything you found to be incorrect, feel free to message me. This guide is also subject to change and revision; updates will be labeled as such.

Triggers: General mental health issues (ex: self-harm, eating disorders, depression, suicide attempts, drug use, drinking).

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Tom Hiddleston: The Interview

Note: This is the second fic thats meant to be posted today. Sorry its in this format I couldn’t find the gif to put it in normally.

You were extremely excited. You managed to get an interview with Tom Hiddleston, you wrote for a film magazine and you also had your own blog. You’d never done an interview with a major celebrity and it really didn’t help your first one to be with your celebrity crush - Tom fucking Hiddleston. There were lots of people writing for top end newspaper and magazines which didn’t help calm your nerves. You were waiting for what seemed like forever when a woman finally let you come in and interview him.

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Franken Models: Boxes + tags

My chosen creative is the photographer, Li Hui. Thus, I initially wanted to present the interview in a way that tied to the camera. This layout was an experimentation on buttons and ways to imitate the camera screen. However, I found it quite clunky and hard to manage. The uncut left side of the box takes it away from the feel of a camera which really takes away the essence of the design. After pulling the first tab, I found it difficult to pull it back. Furthermore, this set out would make it so that you were bombarded with text the moment when you expect, after you pull the lever, something interesting. Probably not the idea I will go with for my final design

Workspace | Stiles Stilinski AU

A/N: This is only the first part to this mini series so it’s not to to excited but it gets better promise. Destiny will be up this week ! Love you babes.
I pulled into the only empty parking spot I could find on the overly crowded lot of cars. It was the furthest from the front row I could get, but I didn’t mind much.

Today was my first day at a new job, and nerves were getting the best of me. I actually relished in the thought that the extra minute it would take me to walk from my car to the front doors would prolong the time I would have to endure the grueling task that is the first day. With awkward hello’s and insincere how do you do’s not to mention feeling like a little fish in a very big, very pretentious pound, was enough to make me restart my car and drive away. ‘I need this job.’ I told myself. It was by luck that I even got it.

I was sure that I’d totally bombed the interview. I was all over the place with my answers and stuttered way too much. So you could only imagine my surprise when a few weeks later I received a phone call from, my now boss, Martha. Later she would tell me I was excellent at interviewing and she couldn’t even tell that I was a nervous.

I was still in my car at 8:44. I had to be in the building at 9:00, but my father had always taught me to be punctual so I tried to be fifteen minutes early to everything. When the little black number changed from a four to a five, I sucked in a deep breathe and grabbed my oversized pink purse then got out of my car. I shut the door and looked into the drivers window to fix my hair one last time, before I click the lock button on my key fob and dropped my keys into my purse. I weaved through the maze of cars until I reached the front entrance of the office building. The doors were all glass with silver handles and read Prominence Legal Services in bold blue letters. I pulled open the heavy door and entered into a small waiting but luxurious room where a pretty, young, tan receptionist with black hair welcomed me with a smile.

“You here for your first day?” She asked with the same warm smile still on her face. Her name plate sitting at her desk said ‘Angie’, she stood from it and strolled over to me with her hand already extended. I took it firmly and shook and maybe a little to eagerly.

“Yes.” I said with as much fake confidence I could muster trying to cover up my pervious over excitement. ‘Why can’t I be normal for longer than twenty minutes at a time?’ I could feel my face turn warm, and knew my nerves had returned.

“Well,” she started letting go of my hand seeming not to notice my nerves at play. Maybe I was good at faking it. “I’m going to give you a small tour of things and then I’ll take you to Martha. Sound alright?”

I nodded my head in agreement not trusting myself to form words just yet. I flashed her a shy smile, the best I could do, and she turned on her heels and headed to another glass door off to the right just behind her desk. I hadn’t noticed it before but this door was taller then the others. With a long vertical silver handle. Next to it on the wall was a small black box to which Angie pulled a small white key card out of her pocket and waved it in front of it. There was a faint click and Angie pulled the door open holding it for me to walk through. I took a deep breathe and ‘Okay, you got this.“ I said pep talking myself. ‘Be brave.’. I made my way to the tan girl and stood in front of her looking through the doorway. I couldn’t see anything down the small hallway, it just ended abruptly and only allowed you to go left or right. I glanced at Angie, who nodded and smiled encouragingly. 'No turning back now.’, so I adjusted my purse on my shoulder and walked through to the hallway.

“And over there is the break room,” Angie directed pointing to a doorless entry where I could vaguely see a fridge, some microwaves, and a couple vending machines. We made a left into a row of desks. We past a few people who were busy at work, and a few that were chatting amongst themselves. I smiled shyly at everyone who we passed give my best first impression. As we walked my bag hit something making it jingle loudly with its contents catching some people’s attention. I blushed hard averting the eyes that were inevitably starring at me and walked faster to catch up with Angie.

“This will be your desk.” Angie stated. She stood next to a long white countertop like table that housed a computer, key board, and phone already.

“Over there.” She pointed to a wooden door at the end of the room behind me. “Is the copy room. It also has any supplies you may need. Pens, sticky notes, staplers, whatever.”

I only nodded again. I hadn’t said more than a couple words since I arrived and I was afraid she was starting to think I was a mute.

“Thank you so much.” I half murmured.

“No problem.” She smiled her warm toothy smile. “Now I’m going to see if Martha is ready for you. You can go grab some supplies and I’ll be back.”

“Okay.” I gulped praying she hasn’t heard the new pitch in my voice. For the past half hour, Angie had been my security blanket. But now she was throwing me into the wild, out on my own. I tried to plead with my eyes for her to stay.

“You got this.” She whispered. repeating my inward pep talk from earlier. She placed a hand on my upper arm and gave it a squeeze, before turning away back down the row desks in which we came. I sighed and set my purse on my new desk.

“Cute bag.” Someone sang behind me. I spun around to see a pale girl with strawberry blonde hair and dimples. She was dressed rather stylishly making me feel underdressed almost instantly.

“Thanks.” I smiled. “It’s a Coach purse I’ve had forever.”

“Vintage, I like that.”

I laughed at her obvious joke.

“I’m Lydia.” She grinned.

“Y/N” I mumbled returning her gesture. I was surprised at her genuine niceness. Had I just seen her and not talked to her I would assume she was stuck up.

“You got lucky.” She said recatching my attention.

“Oh?” My tone fluctuating to make the simple word sound like a question.

“Mhm, this section of desk has the greatest people you will ever meet in it. ”

“Laying it on kind of thick, aren’t we Lydia?” A girl with long dark hair and slanted eyes asked. She’d just spun around in her chair to face us.

“Yeah, you’re going to scare her away like you did that Erica girl.” This came from a girl next the dark haired girl. She had short straight brown hair that only came to her jawline, and hard expression.

“I didn’t scare Erica away. She just moved department.” The two girls giggled and Lydia rolled her eyes. “That’s Kira and Malia. They’re children as you can tell. Not really sure how they managed to get this job but maybe there is a God.”

“I’m Kira.” The dark haired girl said easing her hand a little.

“Damn Lydia, could you be any worse at this?”

“That’s Malia. You’ll get used to her harshness one day.” Lydia smirked at me before turning and sticking her tongue out at Malia.

“Harsh? I’m not harsh! Kira am I harsh?”

“No Malia, you are not harsh.” Kira responded almost robotically like this was certainly not the first time they’d had this conversation. Malia smiled proudly and snapped to Lydia raising her fist and slowly started to lift her middle finger, when a very well dressed woman with curled blonde hair and heavy makeup walked over. Malia’s eyes widened and she lifted her other hand quickly pointing to a nonexistent wound on her middle finger.

“And this scar is from a bee when I was three.”

“Interesting Malia,” the woman I now recognised as Martha said. “Y/N, can I steal you for a second?”

“Of course!” I responded without hesitation.

There was an intentional over exaggerated scoff from behind Martha and everyone turned to see where the rude sound had come. Sitting at a desk to the right of Martha was a guy. His brown hair was well kept but styled messily. He was wearing dark frame glasses that only accentuated the other features of his face, like the small moles adorning it. He had plump lips although they weren’t very full and that jawline, oh my god. He was leaning back in his seat as far as he could go with his left hand resting on the arm of his chair.

“Something wrong, Stilinski?” Martha asked suspiciously.

Stilinski looked up at her from his seating position then he smiled an award winning smile and shook his head.

“No. Sorry Mar. Just couldn’t believe all the accounts I have today.”

“Well, If anyone can get through them I know it’s you.” She patted him on the shoulder headed out of the rows of desks. I’d almost forgotten I was suppose to be following her and took a few steps toward until I noticed Stilinski starring at me. No, glaring. The look was just on the cusp of hatred but I didn’t understand why. I’d only just gotten here. How had I already made an enemy. His eyes were dark behind is glasses and he looked me up and down with an obvious disgust. Wait, I thought. Was that scoff for me? What had I said, done even to deserve that?

“You coming Y/N?” Martha called to me. I broke away from Stilinski’s stare and rushed passed him.

“Right, coming Martha.” I called a bit too eager again. When will these nerves stop!

“Kiss ass.” I heard mumbled from behind me.

After Martha had gone over policies and procedures, she released me back into the wild to start my actual job. I didn’t need to be trained, I had done this same work at my previous job. But, nonetheless they assigned me someone as a trainer, which thankfully was Lydia, just incase I had questions. I didn’t, of course, so I took the opportunity to get to know her. She was quite interesting. She already owned a home that she lived at by herself (well and her dog Prada), she’d only been working there a about a year but already received multiple awards for her performance. She was a real overachiever but I was glad she seemed to like me.

Later, I headed to the copy room to get the few supplies I needed. I walked down the long row of desk until I came to the wooden door Angie had pointed out earlier. There was a small plate on it that read 'Copy Room’. I turned the brass knob and pushed opened the door. There wasn’t anyone in there, but I wasn’t sure if I’d excepted there to be. It was a small room with copiers along the walls three or four of them maybe. I looked around and found, on another wall, a long shelf with the all the supplies one could ever need. I picked over the shelf looking for anything that I may need. I heard the door open and turned to see a tall man with dark hair and a slightly obscure jawline walk in to use the copier.

“Morning!” He said politely.

“Morning.” I repeated without hesitation.

The tall man just smiled a went about his business so I did the same. I saw a stack of pink sticky notes on the bottom shelf and knelt down to exchange them with the yellow ones I’d picked up earlier. I heard the tall man leave but didn’t hear anyone come in.

“Morning.” A smooth voice said from behind me.

Startled I stood up quickly hitting my head on the shelf above me dropping all the supplies in my hands.

“Morning.” I groaned rubbing at the newly formed bump. I dropped down to my knees and start picking up my things. The person who startled me rushed over to help.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mea-” he stopped talking mid sentence. I looked up to see the rude guy, Stilinski. And now I was sure that had to be his last name because no first name could be so horrendous.

“Oh.” He grimaced. He handed me a pack of paper clips then quickly got up grabbing his papers from the copier and walked out without another word.

“What the actual fuck.” I whispered to myself still holding my head with one hand and the supplies with the other.

Imagine announcing your engagement with Chris.

A/N: This is a request from an anon, about being RDJ’s daughter and dating Chris. I kind of started the way you wanted me to but ended a little differently, still the gist of your prompt. Enjoy. :D

“There are a lot of people here tonight,” Chris chuckled softly as the two of you posed for photos on the red carpet of the Civil War premiere. “That means more eyes on me when I do something embarrassing.” You rolled your eyes at his paranoia. “Oh, I will. We both know from experience that I have the tendency to do embarrassing things around you. Remember the first time we met?”

“How could I forget?” You laughed softly.

You were visiting your dad, Robert Downey Jr. on the set of the first Avengers movie when you first met Chris; you ran into him on the way to your father’s trailer. You knew who he was but he had no idea who you were because he had only just began working with RDJ and was yet to find out that he had a twenty-four year old daughter from a previous marriage.

You had tried to introduce yourself but he was in too much of a panic to realize that you weren’t wardrobe because he had ripped the pants of his Captain America suit and was due for a scene in fifteen minutes. You felt bad for him so you decided to pretend to be wardrobe and help him; you didn’t learn to sew for nothing, plus- you were used to helping your dad with his.

Chris was pretty much smitten with you five minutes into the conversation. Not only were you ridiculously pretty- which he noticed even in his panic; you were down-to-earth, funny, intelligent, and kind. You also shared his tremendous love for all things Disney, a huge plus in his book. It got to a point where he felt the need to ask for your phone number so he could continue to take you out on a date. You gave him your number knowing your father wouldn’t approve of you dating one of his co-stars but it was always easier to ask for forgiveness than permission.

Speaking of your father, you could still remember the look of horror on his face when he saw you with a pants-less Chris Evans. He was close with Chris now and was incredibly happy that you were dating that great man but that wasn’t how their relationship started. “What the fuck are you doing with my baby girl?!” was the reaction your father had. You remembered jumping between the two before your father attacked him with his Wing-Chun, which he still promises to do till this day if Chris ever hurt you.

“Downey was beyond pissed,” Chris chuckled. “He didn’t talk to me for days after that. I still remember that one day where he literally had the whole cast over for lunch in his trailer city and didn’t invite me. It was months before he finally accepted us together, I think Susan said something to him.”

“I think she did too, ‘cause it would’ve been years if Mom didn’t say something to him. You know how stubborn he can be, he is basically Tony Stark.” The two of you chuckled because it was true. “But look at where we are now, he loves you so much more than he loves me.” You joked and he laughed. “You laugh but you know it’s true.”

“Please,” Chris chuckled. “You are the apple of his eye. As much as he loves me- he’d never love me more than he loves you. You do remember how he iced me out after our first fight, right? He got the whole cast to turn against me, even the stand-ins.” You chuckled softly. “Love me more than you love me, maybe,” he teased with a cheeky wink.

“Definitely,” you bit playfully.

“Hey guys!” The reporter from Extra greeted the two of you as you made your way to the interview line. “I’m with Chris Evans and Robert Downey Jr.’s daughter, Y/N. The two of you are still looking as adorable together as ever, how are you tonight?”

“We’re great,” Chris smiled.

“Fantastic, thank you.” You smiled.

“First of all, I have to congratulate you, Chris, on the movie.” Beside you, Chris dropped his head with a widening grin. You gently rubbed his arm, smiling proudly. “You did a wonderful job. The whole world is already raving about the film and half of them haven’t even seen it yet. How are you feeling about it?”

“I am incredibly proud of the work we’ve done. It’s not just me, it’s my cast mates and the Russo brothers but I think a huge part of our success has to do with the guys behind the scenes. Marvel did an incredible job with the story, you know- it was a huge job. There are a lot of big characters with big arcs and they managed to integrate it in a way where it makes sense. I’m incredibly honored to be apart of such a wonderful film and I can’t wait to see what’s next for us.”

“Speaking of what’s next,” the interviewer turned her attention onto you and you raised your eyebrows, unsure of what she was smiling about. “The two of you have been dating for a while now, five years?” You and Chris nodded. “Do we see wedding bells sometime soon?”

You subconsciously brushed your thumb over the empty space on your ring finger where your engagement ring should’ve been but wasn’t because Chris wasn’t ready to go public with it yet. All your friends and family already knew, he just didn’t want the world to know. At least until the press tour was over ‘cause he couldn’t imagine the kind of questions he was going to get if people knew he had recently proposed to Iron Man’s daughter.

“Well,” Chris chuckled nervously. “Uh- You know, we’re happy together and we definitely see a future together but um- there’s still some things we need to talk about.” He looked over at you and you chuckled, pressing your lips together to tell him you weren’t going to help him. “But yeah, it’s on the to-do list.”

“What are we talking about?” You heard your father’s voice and you smiled as he crashed the interview, wrapping his arms around you and Chris. “Hi baby,” he greeted Chris the way he should’ve greeted you, giving him one of his signature cheek kisses. “Hi Y/N,” he greeted you the way he should’ve greeted Chris, giving you nothing but a light pat on the arm.

It was an ongoing joke.

“Hi Dad,” Chris chuckled.

“Hi Downey,” you chuckled.

“We’re just talking about the two of them and when they’re going to get married,” the interviewer informed your dad, whose smile had ten-fold. “What are your thoughts on that? As the father of Y/N, would you want to see her settle down and start a family of her own?”

“Of course I would,” your dad nodded. “I would love to see that happen. She’s my eldest, you know- she’s been in this committed relationship for five years now. I expected a wedding like- two years ago but someone,” he shot Chris a fake dirty look and you chuckled softly. “Can’t seem to catch a hint. Come on, time is running out here. Y/N is young but Chris is nearing forty soon, if he wants to have kids…” He trailed off, trying not to laugh at Chris’ pursed lips.

“Go do your own interview,” Chris covered your dad’s mouth and tried to push him away.

“And miss out on all this fun?” Your dad chuckled. “No way. C'mon Chris, when are you going to propose to my baby girl? When I am going to have the honor of walking her down the aisle and giving her away to you? 'Cause I’m ready whenever you are.” Your dad glanced at you and the two of you tried not to laugh.

“Even Iron Man is begging you to tie the knot, what do you think?” The interviewer asked Chris and he chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Y/N, you’re ready to settle down with Chris right? He’s the perfect specimen, so handsome and incredibly sweet. Would you say yes?”

Both you and your dad looked over at Chris with eyes asking a similar question, for the permission to break the news to the world. He thought about it for awhile then heaved a sigh and nodded. Your dad gave your arm and encouraging squeeze as you opened your clutch and fished out your engagement ring. The interviewer looked down as you slipped it on, her eyes widened with shock.

“I already have.” You held up your hand to the camera, smiling.

“We’re engaged,” Chris announced and kissed the side of your head.

“Oh my God,” your dad pretended to be as shock as he was the first time you announced it. “Congratulations, you two! I am so happy for you guys!” He hugged the both of you tightly, drawing laughter from both you and Chris.

“I love you,” you mouthed at Chris.

“I love you too,” he mouthed back, smiling.

December Update & Happy Holidays!

Hi everyone! I can’t believe we are already approaching the end of the year. It was exactly a year ago when the first pixel art concept for Long Gone Days was born:

To the one we are using today:

The amount of things that have happened during our first year have been overwhelming! Getting interviews, articles, nominations, let’s plays and fanarts, none of these would have been possible if it wasn’t for the wonderful support you guys have given to us, and we mean it from the bottom of our hearts.

We will continue working even harder on 2017, we are eager to show more stuff, release some new footage, and more. Thank you so much for everything!

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I can’t help it. This is the cutest thing ever. Will anything ever top the Paris interview? I’m not sure. Look how delicately Louis moves that curl. Look at how Harry doesn’t even flinch because he’s so used to Louis touching him. He almost breathes in a smile as Louis rearranges him. And those goddamn little hearts floating up from the point of contact? Sigh. These boys will be the death of me. 

BTW, If this is your gif creation please let me know & I’ll credit you. You deserve major applause because this is so simple and so sweet and it gives me all sorts of happy feelings. ❤️

Imagine Chris admitting he loves you.

“I still can’t believe you’ve tricked me yet again into coming to one of these things,” you muttered bitterly as the limo slowed to a stop in front of the red carpet entrance. “Don’t you ever get sick of being mean to me, Evans?” You narrowed your eyes at him and he chuckled. “You know- one day, I am going to say enough and walk out on you.”

“I’ve got legs, I can always chase after you.” Chris responded with a charming smile; your stomach fluttered. “And I didn’t trick you, you offered. You always offer,” he reminded you and you glared at him. “After- of course-” he suppressed his handsomely smug smile, “the round of drinks I always buy you.”

“I should know by now that you are never that generous for no reason,” you bit back your smile as you pretended to scowl at him. “That’s the last time you’ll fool me, Evans.” You told him and he chuckled because he knew it wasn’t true. “I am never drinking with you again.”

“I’m sure we can agree to disagree on that.”

You rolled your eyes at him then turned to look out the window. The angst build in the pit of your stomach when you saw the hundreds and thousands of people waiting to catch a glimpse of the arrival of A-List celebrities like your best friend, Chris Evans. You didn’t want to be there, you never wanted to be at any of the events he took you to- unless it was a MCU event where you could meet the rest of the MCU cast- but you went each time, letting him think he ‘tricked’ you into going because you enjoyed spending time with him. The truth was that you were in-love with your best friend.

“Can you do me a favor and not say anything stupid this time?” You told Chris as the two of you got ready to get out of the limo. He raised an eyebrow for you to elaborate, “I’m talking about the dumb couple jokes. I don’t want to trend on the internet or get hate messages from your fans because you act like we’re a couple when- we’re just friends.”

“Ouch,” he chuckled. “Are you friend-zoning me, Y/N Y/L/N?” He quizzed and you rolled your eyes with an indifferent attitude even though you were screaming ‘no’ on the inside. “I wish I could but- I like the way you smile when I tell my stupid couple jokes.”

“Chris, I’m being serious,” you warned.

“So am I,” he smiled and you heaved a sigh. “C'mon.” He took your hand, and sparks flew as he pulled you out of the limo with him. The cameras flashed as the paparazzi, fans, and reporters called your names; you were a nobody but you’d been to too many of these things with Chris for them not to know you. “Just smile and breathe,” he whispered into your ear, letting go of your hand to touch the small of your back.

You ignored the tingles his touch was sending through your spine and quipped, “I know what to do. You’ve tricked me into coming to these things enough, I might as well be a regular.” You heard him chuckle softly in response as the two of you made your way down the long carpet.

“Chris Evans! Y/N Y/L/N! Over here!”

“Chris! Y/N! Over here, look over here!”

“Look over here, please! Yes, on your right!”

“I don’t know how you do this all day,” you murmured to Chris while smiling for the cameras. “Don’t you feel like your smile becomes less genuine with each shot?” You quizzed and he laughed. “No, seriously though-” you stifled your own laughter, glancing up at him. “It’s only been a few minutes and I can feel myself faking it already.”

“Let me help with that,” he said then whispered in your ear. “You look really beautiful tonight, Y/N.” You felt your smile reach your eyes as your cheeks heated up. “See,” he smiled, “you’re back to the natural, heart-stopping smile I know you have.”

“Thanks,” you chuckled softly.

“You’re very welcome,” he chuckled softly.

“Over here, please! Look here!”

“Just look over here! To your left!”

“Another one, yes! Just one more!”

You and Chris continued following the representative down the carpet, smiling left, right, and centre for the cameras. Occasionally you were asked to stand aside so they could have single shots of Chris- which you understood and didn’t mind, what you didn’t understand was why he kept glancing at you with a love sick smile on his lips. The truth that you didn’t know was that he too, was in-love with his best friend.

“You ready for some interviews?” Chris asked when you returned to his side.

“I think that’s my question for you,” you chuckled. “I am not the famous one here.”

“Someone’s gotta keep me grounded, right?” He smiled and slipped his hand into yours, leading you towards the interview; her badge told you that she was from TMZ. “What’s the bet that her first question will be about our relationship?” He whispered into your ear.

“If you don’t want her to question our relationship,” you chuckled, “stop taking me to these things.”

“I didn’t say I don’t want her to, I’m just saying what’s the bet?” He asked and you rolled your eyes.

“Hi Chris!” The interviewer greeted him then smiled at you. “It is really good to see you here, and with such a beautiful date, Y/N right?” She asked and you nodded. “It looks like you’re his permanent date to all his red carpet events now, does that mean Captain America is off the market?” She asked and Chris squeezed your hand, alerting you that he won the bet that you didn’t even agree to.

“Chris and I are actually just friends,” you told her.

“Oh, I see-” the interviewer began but Chris interrupted.

“Well, actually,” he said and you felt your eyes narrowed as you turned to him. “Y/N is my best friend whom I’d be more than lucky to date if ever she gives me a chance.” He turned to you and smiled, creating more butterflies in your stomach as you tried to process his words. “She’s my permanent date 'cause I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else.”

“Ohhh,” the interviewer said with a knowing smile then turned to a slightly lost you. “Y/N, I think Chris wants something more with you. Would you ever consider dating him or- are you fine with just friends?” She asked and waited for an answer, but you pulled Chris away before she could get one.

“If this is one of your couple jokes, it’s not very funny.”

“It’s not a joke,” he shook his head. “Look- I know it’s a stupid time to tell you this but- I’m in-love with you, Y/N, and I want to be with you for real. Why else do you think I’m always asking you to come with me to these events? I want to spend as much time as I can with you, in front of people so they can get used to us being together. So- you can get used to it,” he mumbled sheepishly. “I understand if you-”

Your lips were on his before he could finish.

“I’m in-love with you too,” you told him when you broke the kiss. The surprise and excitement on his face visible. “I’ve been wanting to tell you for so long now, I just didn’t want to ruin what we currently have.” You admitted and his smile grew. “But if you want to do this thing too then- I’m ready whenever you are.”

“You better be,” he chuckled as he gestured to the hundreds of cameras behind you. “'Cause I think as of a minute ago- we became official.”

Imagine you interviewing Jensen and him getting really nervous talking to you.

“Thank you so much for fitting us in.” You smiled, shaking Jensen’s hand, pushing down the fangirl inside you who was squealing. It was difficult though: You were meeting Jensen freaking Ackles! He was so tall! And gorgeous.
“Not at all.” He said, holding out his hand in a gesture for you to sit, waiting for you to do so before he did. What a gentleman. You smiled shyly as you sat.
You looked to your cameraman, and he nodded. You cleared your throat, and looked to Jensen, trying to drop into your professional persona instead of the personal one who was secretly hyperventilating.
“Ready?” You asked, he nodded with a smile, getting himself comfy in the chair.

You began the interview professionally, sharing many laughs along the way, sticking to the topic of Supernatural, as that’s what you were there for. You couldn’t help but slowly guide it towards the rumor you’d heard.

“You mentioned Dean meeting a hero in this year’s series. Can I ask about another hero?” You guided, smiling cheekily at him. He lifted an eyebrow, chuckling but nodding.
“There are rumours circulating of you auditioning for Captain America, are those correct?” Your inner fangirl had stopped breathing completely now, and you found yourself leaning in, on the edge of your seat, hoping to hear it from his lips.
“I did audition, but in the end the family comes first.” He said, a bright smile still on his face.
“Don’t worry, Dean’s hero enough for this family.” Your eyes widened as your ears registered what your mouth just let slip. You quickly lowered your eyes to the pad in front of you; one more question.

The one you’d been avoiding all interview.

You peeked back up at him; was that a blush on his cheeks, or was it warm in here? You took a deep breath and let it out in a huff, smiling back up at him.
“Last question, and I promise it’s written here!” You made excuses for yourself, but lord knows you wanted to hear the answer!
“Go on, then!” He laughed, scratching at the stubble at the corner of his chin, covering that delicious smile of his.
“The question, as it’s written,” you had to point it out once more, “are you single and looking to mingle?” You deadpanned. Or tried to, but smiling was almost obligatory at the moment. Someone else had written this last question, and instead of rephrase, you just got it over with. He blushed and chuckled, squirming in his seat as you both avoided each other’s eyes.

The press director opened the door at that moment and gave you the signal to wrap up. You gathered your remaining dignity and cleared your throat, looking back up at him.

“Jensen Ackles, it’s been a pleasure, and thank you for discussing the Supernatural with us!” He nodded and shook my offered hand. My camera man lingered for a moment then nodded and the red light turned off as he began to pack up.
“Seriously, it was amazing meeting you! Thank you, again, for fitting us in.” You gushed, shaking his hand again now that you were both standing and informal.
“It was fun!” Jensen said, already heading towards the door and out to where they were probably waiting for him to shoot a scene. He lingered, though, looking as if he were trying to decide on something.
He shook his head and headed for the door, but stopped with his hand on the knob to look back at you.
“To answer your question…” I frowned, thinking, then realized which question, “I’m single!” He winked and disappeared out the door.

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