#*f2f

[nikkolai-prescott]

[Nikko cracked the door to he and Sam’s bedroom and stuck his head through just enough to see out, his posture resembling a small child hiding behind his mother’s leg; he was still shaking from all the yelling.]

...Did... did he finally leave...?

@joiesamevans​

[nikkolai-prescott]

Niam || F2F

“...Sam? Is everything okay?”

@joiesamevans​

[sebsxstans-blog]

it takes two dads (and a mom) to be this cute | chris & seb

@chrisnotcap-evans

Tulsa had been fun, Sebastian wasn't even pretending it hadn't been. But being back in Royal and picking up his son, even if a little sleepy and grumpy, was the definite highlight of the weekend. Closely followed by knowing Chris would be coming by in a few. "He's probably gonna be a blubbering idiot about it," Sebastian told his son, biting the baby's foot softly while snapping the straps of the fresh diaper closed. And now for the master piece. Something that had been on Sebastian's mind for a while (too long, probably), and that he needed to put out there in a way Chris would hopefully finally understand. And maybe also as an apology. Sebastian knew he had been not at his best since Chris had left the hospital, stuck somewhere between snappy and clingy. But the double-whammy of thinking for nearly a week that he had lost Chris emotionally only to be followed up by thinking Chris had managed to kill himself? Fuck it, he had needed some time to come to terms with that. So he had hovered and hadn't laughed at jokes and Chris just had to deal with it. Tonight, thought, tonight he wanted to be done with that. It had been long enough and god, he knew he needed to let it go. So, the future was on the menu for the evening, starting with Zander as his best asset (though that was universally true, not just for the night). "Hey," Sebastian beamed at Chris when he opened the door, greeting his guy with a long but gentle kiss. "Go hit up the sofa, I just need a second." And it really was only a second, Zander all bundled up in the onesie specifically for the day and freshly changed and fed, in the crib in his room at Sebastian's place for the very first time which was a thrill in and off itself. Still, he carried Zander right back out, hovering a moment on the stairs just happy. He wasn't sure why Tulsa had given him this kind of serene feeling, but he couldn't help it and really, why should he. "Here, pretty sure he missed you nearly as much as I did," Sebastian smiled when placing Zander in Chris' arms, a mix of scared excitement racing over his body. He didn't even bother with sitting on the couch himself, instead kneeling on the floor, close to his two favorite guys. “I’m sorry for the last two weeks. Honestly, over it now, too. And I just ... family time tonight, yeah? You need to know, Chris, this is what I see when I look at him, ok? No doubt about it.”

[sebsxstans-blog]

romance pit stop | Scarlett & Sebastian

@justscarlett

It was good that he’d been able to focus on work the last few days, falling into bed too exhausted for deep thought after days that dragged and short but cute calls to Candice and Zan. As it were, he still didn’t know how to approach ... the thing. With Chris. It was like a fucking juxtaposition between the fight and a declaration of love (fuck, Chris loved him? Did he still? Fuck, Stan, you’re fucking it up) that Seb so far had no idea how to ... “Dammit,” he muttered, not for the first time shoving the thoughts aside and instead double-checking the diaper bag before strapping Zan to his chest. Catching up with Scar, definitely a lot better than musing about things he didn’t know how to change. And yes, he knew that tonight at the latest there would be some sort of confrontation but ... but right now it was morning and he hadn’t seen his son in three days which was a first in the kid’s life, so he felt entirely justified in focusing bonding with him again. 

“Hey there gorgeous,” he grinned before placing a kiss on Scarlett’s cheek. “I brought your favorite guy, too.”

[stanaxkatics-blog]

good thing to be free | Jeremy & Stana

Jeremy’s House, October 5th, feat. @jerleerenner

The ride to Jeremy and Lana’s place was familiar, so much so Stana didn’t have to think about it. Opening the latch from the outside (there was a secret trick), walking around the house, all paths often taken and ... definitely taken with roughly the same intention. She had a bottle under her arm (not actually rum, but wine), Buddy trotting along beside her, happy as can be thankfully even without his big sister around and ... fuck, how did this feel like walking to her execution more than anything else since ... then? When Stana saw Jeremy, warmth and a feeling of home curling in her stomach, she knew why. She didn’t want to disappoint him - which was crazy, she knew, it wasn’t his relationship after all - didn’t want him to, at some point, think badly of her for the choices she made. But more than anything else right now, she wanted to hug her best friend and blow raspberries on the bellies of the best kids in the world and maybe get a little bit drunk. And maybe the fact that the mild sheen of tears in her eyes when she hugged Jeremy close wasn’t entirely about Jay, but also about how grateful she was to have this place, these amazing people, said all it had to about having made the right decision. 

“I ... I had to try, you know? I couldn’t not ...” She said it into Jeremy’s shoulder, a little out of nowhere maybe but trusting that he’d understand. And then she had to keep hugging him because suddenly some stupid tears were coming after all and she didn’t want the kids to see. So instead, she buried her face in his shoulder and familiar smell for a few moments until she had a lid on things again and drew back. And it hurt, a lot of it did. But the small smile she threw at Jeremy when she wiped her eyes and shrugged ... well, that wasn’t even entirely fake. “I brought wine?”

[stanaxkatics-blog]

property of no one | Stana & Jake

Nighttime, October 4th, feat. @gyllenroyal

It was a good thing no one crossed paths with Stana. A bike maybe wasn't your average weapon of mass destruction, but Stana was inventive. So inventive in fact, that she spend most of the drive to Jake's place laughing to herself. Laughing because hey, wasn't it obvious that this had to happen? That she'd be en route to her good old buddy Jake's place ready to get back to ... shit. A year ago, right? The trip to ... Stana couldn't even remember. But that it had been nearly a year on the dot still had her laughing so hard, she nearly drove her bike into a ditch. Funny, this was all ... funny. And she needed to keep telling herself that or ... no, she just needed to. And if anything, she needed someone to distract her from a house that hadn't felt this empty to her since Christmas last year. No. Not thinking about it. She'd done the thinking about it, knew what she had gotten into. And now she was moving past it, easy peasy. She'd done it before, she could do it again. "Hey!" Stana was beaming and yeah, maybe it was a little over the top. But for some reason, seeing Jake really did ... help, just a little bit. For a second, she faltered. Hesitated before crossing over Jake's threshold and ... what, destroy something? Yeah, right. And so she did, shoved the bottle of Tequila (not 901, thanks) she'd brought (and nipped from) into Jake's hand, waited until the door closed behind her and then ... kissed him. Pushed close to him and moved her lips over his again and again until it didn't feel weird anymore, until his lips didn't feel wrong and different anymore. Like they weren't ... her lips. Kissed him and ground her body against his so that, hopefully, he wouldn't even ask and just do it. She really didn't want to talk right now.

[sebsxstans-blog]

With a small but excited grin, Sebastian stepped up behind Chris’ back (he knew that back, had spend time memorizing every inch of it) and whispered in his ear. “Well, fancy meeting you here.”

@chrisnotcap-evans

[sebsxstans-blog]

one sock and a lot of feeling | Chris & Seb

@chrisnotcap-evans

He hadn’t slept - really slept - in roughly three days and he knew it showed. He had been a little bit of a good guy when Zan had drifted off twenty minutes ago and signed a bunch of things for the fans at the convention he was missing this weekend and then he had dragged himself into the shower. He hadn’t even realized he smelled like asswipes, powder and milky spit until he’d washed it off. Candice was off with her mother for a few hours, a well deserved break and Sebastian was smacking life into his cheeks when he heard Zan become fussy again. “No, no, no, no, no,” he muttered, hopping on one foot toward the crib while trying to put on fresh socks. “Come on, buddy. Just ... just give me an hour, okay? Chris is coming by and I just need ... just give me an hour. And we like Chris, yeah? Remember? Tall, blonde, gorgeous?” His son really needed to get his shit together, if only so they could double-team Chris and convince him to ... 

“Hey,” Seb hoped he looked as happy as he felt when he opened the door to Chris, Zan on his still naked chest and only wearing boxers and one sock.  He felt a slight blush creeping on his cheeks.  “Please pretend I don’t look like I’m losing it.”