#fratboy chris era back???

[chrisweetheart]

WHAT THE FUCK

[dumbf2ck]

CHRIS BRING BACK THE FRATBOY ERA CHALLENGE 😅😅😅😅😅😅😅😅😅😅😅😅😅😅😅

[oh-my-damn]

Patiently waiting to know your opinion on his look for Fallon 👀🎤 It’s definitely a step up from this morning.

Okay, way better color pallette (thanks for listening, Illaria)

I still wonder about the style though. Is he the one who wants the vests? Considering how insecure he is about his age, it baffles me they keep putting him in these Grandpa looks.

My favorite era of Chris has personally always been either fratboy or political, and in my opinion, it suits him a lot better.

But there are so many opinions you could do that wouldnt make him look like he went through his grandfathers closet for an outfit?

If he doesnt want something too tight or revealing, open breezy shirts would also look good on him, especially in bright colors (I'm thinking back to the blue and pink shirts he wore in RSDR, Although he did have a spraytan for that, but there are still plenty of other colors that would work well even with his natural skin tone)

He is naturally handsome which means it really doesnt take much to make him look good. Shirt and a blazer could do it, even.

I just find it odd to "force" a style like that on someone who isnt stylish and doesnt care about style, and then make it something that doesnt even fit him.

I feel like either this is what he's comfortable in (why, Chris? Because being 42 makes you think of yourself like a Grandpa? C'mon now) or Ilaria is just styling him the same way as everyone else. Either way its off and kinda lazy and I think you could put him in a lot of things that would work a lot better lol

But agreed! Absolutely a step up.

[mattscoquette]

𝑭𝑹𝑨𝑻𝑩𝑶𝒀!𝑪𝑯𝑹𝑰𝑺 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑺

𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉.. small headcannons of what chris is like as a frat boy

mentions of sex, alcohol, nicotine

-fratboy!chris who only comes to class with his phone, wallet, charger, gum and the occasional condom to class when he knows he’s taking a girl back to his dorm after the lecture ends.

-fratboy!chris who fucks around with at least one girl in each class. they all know he’s hooking up with other girls, but can’t help the rush of adrenaline they feel in their stomach knowing they’re hooking up with the star attacker of the lacrosse team.

-fratboy!chris who got into his frat by fucking a sorority girl who was known as a “prude.” she was in her third year while chris was a freshman, his frat pinning after the same girl for years. she immediately folded when he shot his signature lopsided smirk at her with his backwards boston college cap on.

-fratboy!chris who has his signature mixed drink. a cherry pepsi mixed with burbon.

-fratboy!chris who is a hardcore nic fein. he’s doesn’t even ask his friends for hits, he just sticks his hand out and they deliver. he’s always got some fruity flavor like mango or pina colada, sometimes switching it up every once in a while and getting himself cherry cola.

-fratboy!chris who gives douchey vibes but deep down is a sweetheart. once you really get to know him, you can see how much love he holds in his heart for the people he cares for. he has a bulletin board in his dorm filled with pictures of him and his friends, his family, his dog, and little trinkets his gotten from past family vacations to vermont and cape cod.

-fratboy!chris who is the starting and star attacker of his lacrosse team. he’s been committed since early on in his junior year, spending his whole youth playing at various tournaments in states all along the east coast.

-fratboy!chris who is just barely getting by in his classes, literally doing his homework on his way to the class. he totally forgot he had an assignment due, being remembered the night before at a house party by a girl in his psych class he was talking to when she asked if he started the work yet, telling him it took her forever to finish.

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𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬. ⋆˚꩜｡ yall in my inbox talking ab frat boy chris had me absolutely SOAKED so i had to write these. hardcore matt girly till i die but chris' frat bro era got me feeling some type of way. also shout out to my bae @55sturn for yapping w me abt frat boy chris n matt. hope u all enjoy <3!

[evansbby]

once you go looking for younger chris pictures on pinterest.. you can’t go back 😩💗💗 such a dilf omg

omg Chris in his fratboy slut era😩🫶🏼 just look at the third pic, unbuttoned shirt, hairy chest, chain??? akdjskska I’d kill to be the reason he looks all dishevelled like that in the backseat of a car 😌😌😌

[stargirlfics]

Smash or pass: chris evans edition

Early 2000’s

Mohawk

Mustache with the cop hair AND outfit

Fluffy lawyer dilf

Slick back hair

Buzzcut

Hehehe let’s goooo!

Early 2000’s Chris: SMASH just cause I feel like the sex would be wild and I would like to experience the chaotic fratboy vibes he was giving in that era

Mohawk + mustache with the cop hair and outfit: dhdjsjsjsj I couldn’t bring myself to do it! hard pass

^^^now if he had The Gray Man mustache I would reconsider

Fluffy lawyer dilf: smash smash smash I would like him to obliterate me thanks

Slick back hair: smash, it’s not my favorite look of his but I’d enjoy messing up the hair for sure

Buzzcut Chris: 10000000% smash until I am too physically weak to keep going amen

[chiauve]

Aquarius - 3

Over the months, Chris learned several things about Raccoon City.

First, that it wasn’t really a city but a large town, isolated and almost quaint, and Chris couldn’t for the life of him figure out why a unit of STARS was needed here. Not that he was complaining, he loved the job and his new home. The tourism during the summer months encouraged a modern growth but the rhythm of the private fishing ships that slid out into the bay and beyond every morning had probably changed little in the last hundred years or so. It was a very different feel than New York City where Chris grew up and he was surprised to find he liked it.

Still, he couldn’t help but wonder yet Barry assured him that the isolation of both the town and the bay had a bad habit of inviting unsavories such as drug dealers into their midst. Before Chris had arrived they’d routed some kidnappers who’d holed up in a cabin on the other side of Raccoon Bay.

The town was on the cusp of one age to another, but couldn’t seem to make that last step to cross the line into the modern era. Along the water, unique to Raccoon Bay, grew herbs with miraculous properties, it had drawn the Native Americans to the bay centuries ago and then the colonists after. Several major pharmaceutical companies had apparently tried to install facilities in Raccoon City to make use of this herb, and while such industry would give the town the boost it needed to become a true city, for some reason these deals always stalled and industry remained elusive.

Second, for such a quaint and friendly town, theft was rampant, especially on the beaches and boardwalks that made up the focal point of the tourism. Jill warned him not to take his eye off anything valuable even for a moment when he was out near the water.

“Maybe it’s the Umbrella People,” Chris sniggered and she laughed with him.

“If so I hope they enjoyed my walkman. I lost it while jogging one morning.”

“Then we should thank them. Get some CDs already, Jill.”

“The player skips when I go running!”

Third, not all the locals thought of the Umbrella People as a joke, most notably the fishermen. While Chris’ pay was hardly enough to grant him impulse splurges he couldn’t help but purchase a small, used boat with an outboard motor so he could go fishing on weekends and enjoy the bay overall. He rented a trailer and went to pick it up only to fear he’d never get to use it as the previous owner carried on and on about his own adventures on the water. Chris found them interesting enough but really wanted to get back.

The old man’s mood suddenly changed from jovial to serious, looking Chris dead in the eye. “Now when you’re out there, stay away from the lagoons on the east shore where those herbs grow.”

“Why?” Chris hadn’t had any reason to go anywhere specific in the bay but now his interest was piqued.

“Just keep your distance. That’s their space, those are their herbs.”

This had to be a joke. A local trying to punk the new guy. “Who? Oh, the Umbrella People?” he asked with a grin.

The man just frowned and Chris began to worry he wasn’t joking. “Whatever you want to call them, they don’t mess around and don’t like people in their territory. But if you don’t bother them they don’t bother you, got it?”

Chris didn’t take him seriously, he was an old man who’d been on the water for ages, no doubt he’d seen things and attributed them to the usual sea monsters, or maybe he’d been telling tall tales so long he was starting to believe them. Chris thanked him for the advice and took his new boat home.

The local joke cryptid just got a bit more interesting and Chris made a mental note to dig into the lore a bit more sometime.

Last, and worst, was that Chris suspected that he was developing a crush on Captain Wesker.

He didn’t know when it started. That first day months ago at the firing range when Wesker praised his skill and told him he was hired? The first time he took off his shades and looked at Chris with those pale blue eyes just to berate him? If so what the hell.

Wesker was an attractive man, yeah, but nothing amazing. Chris hadn’t felt any interest when they met or when he started working, but...

The other day the STARS captain offered him a coffee and Chris found himself grinning very wide and must have looked like a serial killer considering the arched brow Wesker shot at him.

Aside from the obvious fact that Wesker was his superior, there was the even more obvious fact that they were both men. Chris hadn’t put his finger on what the town’s overall opinion of that kind of thing was and he was in no position to risk his job over it.

And why Wesker? The man could be an asshole, had a cruel-streak that would put a college fratboy to shame, was distant, mysterious, knew his job well, was dedicated, made really intense eye-contact when he was talking to Chris like he was the only one in the room, had a really, really nice ass...

Fuck.

No. He wasn’t doing this. Wesker was his superior, was a man, and was obviously not interested. The eye staring was Chris’ own twisted hopes and Wesker made mention of ‘lady friends’ often enough.

Chris scrubbed his face and switched off his computer. He could finish these reports tomorrow after their weekly transport maintenance. It was his and Brad’s turn. Not so bad, really, Brad could get through his helicopter checks in a blink. Say what you want about his bravado but the man knew his birds.

“Finished, Redfield?” Wesker asked, not looking up from his paperwork.

Chris flinched. “Just about, but it’s past five and well...”

Wesker nodded. “See you tomorrow.”

He breathed a sigh of relief and started gathering his things. “G’night, Captain.”