#and i’m addicted to the way i feel when i think of you wooooah

[meat-wentz]

down bad so i need to know everyone’s favorite patrick vocal deliveries, like yeah yeah, favorite lyrics we all have em, but like what are the lines that when sung by patrick stump just straight up obliterated your entire fucking brain chemistry

[kthynes]

the caller you have reached (chris evans x reader)

pairing: chris evans x fem!reader

summary: chris was trying to drunkenly call the woman he loved and wanted to get back with but instead he reaches you, a shrink.

warning: swearing (sailor level), brief mentions of mental health

**IMPORTANT disclaimer: I won't be dabbling into the hard hitting topics of mental health in this short only because I'm not a certified health professional and so I can't be providing a written, unbiased, often characterized diagnosis towards any sort of mental health disorder because really, those types of sensitivities need proper care and output. With that being said, I do want to emphasize the notions of seeking help and not being afraid to seek help when needed. It's hard, but we all fight a battle and no battle is big or small or better or worse.

If my followers or readers do feel the need to privately chat with me, I'm here and I can you lend you an ear. Otherwise let's be kind and uplift another while we can. No harm in doing good and being better, that's for sure!

-end rant-

This short is dedicated to the following lovelies:

@princess-evans-addict

@mrs-djokovic

@slut-for-chris-evans

@saltyflowermakertaco

@bitchyslut99

@patzammit

@itskikiyooo

@maximeevansblog

Being a working adult is dreadful but the work you do is the most fulfilling kind of anarchy. You are a therapist, you work to heal and you work together with people who willingly reach out to you and your facility of care. There is that balance, the altering nuances in between that allows you to do what you do best. You advocate for good prosperity of mental health and accolade of teachable moments that fosters a safe space for your clients, not patients, but the people who deserve to be heard and not be medically categorized.

Your salubrious passion keeps you grounded. In your lifetime, you've seen the imperial impacts of poor mental health and it has been a detrimental drive in how you retreat and give back to a small found community.

"Okay." You exhale to yourself while leafing through another client chart. You're working off the clock, stuck in the renaissance of your homey office space while the outside world turns pitch black.

In the appropriate fields you jot down important takeaways from your last sit in session with heavy concertation and reasoning, you try to congregate a treatment plan all before you cellphone cries for you in venturous fashion.

"Hello?" You answer without checking the caller ID, tucking the device between your ear and shoulder so that way you could work and talk.

"Jenny!" The man boisterously shouts. "Jenny baby please talk to me! Let me make it up to you, let's just do this right, please. I'm fucked up here."

"I'm sorry but you have the wrong number." You infringe sounding like the posh, automated answering machine lady.

"Oh what the fuck Jenny — oh cah'mon don't do that, don't be like that baby." You re-verify a local number and it doesn't belong to anyone you know of. So you wonder who this man is but choose not to press further instead you tell him what is right from the knowing wrong.

"I'm not Jenny."

"Seriously?" He yells, forcing you to hold the phone away from your ear. "That can't be... This is—" He recites the number that is similar to yours but the last two digits are off.

"You got 42, not 53." It's an easy mistake to recall, a swipe of a drunken thumb could've mixed that up, so this time around, you're forgiving. Not that it happens often.

"Oh no. That's—" The mystery man trails, something about his voice discerns you, it's familiar but in a hindbrain way that you can't put a finger on. "Fuuuuuuuck."

"Wait hold on, hold up, is this Jenny's assistant, Nina?" You exhale sharply sometimes it takes more than one try and a side of convincing to get your point across and your passiveness was certainly to blame.

"No I'm not her assistant either."

"Then who the hell are you?" He exasperates. You make the snide mistake of telling him your name and he buffers for a bit.

"Oh. So you really aren't anyone of my concern then?"

"No." You mildly retort. "I wouldn't want to be anyways."

"Okay well I'm not sorry then because I'm here trying to reach my girlfriend and I can't get to her because I have you on the line being a smartass." With that accent of his you can tell he's a patriotic Bostonian. One of your own kind and that furloughs your need to engage in this mindless drivel, it wouldn't get you or him anywhere. At least that's what you tell yourself before shutting him down.

"Well then maybe you should learn to listen first, how about that?" You snap, dropping your pen before you note down angry nonsense into your actual work.

"Hey nowwww!" He yells as if he's trying to be Hank Kinsley.

"It's clear that you're drunk."

He brushes you off on the other end, enigmatic in what he wants you to know. "This is Chris Evans, you're talking to Chris-motherfucking-Evans, you hear?"

"I do now." You say tersely.

"Good." He huffs. "Good... Cause you know I'm in the middle of bumfuck nowhere and this is what I get. This is what I seemingly deserve, god you women I swear..."

Your face changes. You don't agree to be a lending ear but somehow Chris forces you to hear him out.

"I told her Y/N. I TOLD her that I wasn't ready to take the next step but that doesn't mean that I don't want to be with her. And now she throws it back in my face by getting with some other guy she once dated back in high school. And somehow, I'm supposed to be ok with it and move on, as she tells me. How the hell am I supposed to do that, huh?"

"I, um, I don't know what to tell you." You sigh somberly.

"Of course you don't!" His Boston twang begins to nerve you as there some remitting frequency of it. Hearing him obnoxiously go off, reminds you of all your shrewd New England exes who were his exact counterpart when soused. A ludicrous memory that you relive again with time and perfect harmony.

"Listen lady all I'm saying is that I fucked up. I know I did alright? I mean it doesn't take much denominational math and the plot of Lost in Translation to get that. I get it!"

Jesus. You whisper the lords name in vain as you lean your forehead against the palm of your hand while your elbow rested on top of the desk.

"So, let me get this straight, you think yelling at a random woman will help get further?" You question a little acutely for his liking.

"I don't know but it sure as hell takes off the heat, sweetheart." Something about a man calling you sweetheart grinds your gears and now your molars.

"Okay, alright, let's talk." You begin, sitting up a bit and tearing out a blank page from your memo pad; you were doing a late night consultation, a small hash out.

"Schuwaaaaa." Chris enunciates the word sure and to much of his mayhem, he’s sprawled out on the curbside, somewhere in the nowhere land of L.A. He contented but also upset and you were simply crashing his little pity party.

"What is it that you want from Jenny?" You professionally prod. "How about we start there."

"Wooooah, what is that we're doing here?” Chris gets mildly defensive with you. “I dunno you like that. If we're gonna talk then you'll have to get through my publicist first because right now I plead the fifth.”

You exhale a deep and fulsome breath. No one troubles you like him. It's sanctimoniously unnerving.

"I'm a shrink, my job isn’t meant to incriminate my clients well-being, or anyone else’s for that matter.” You address calmly. “So, if you do require some solicited advice then we can keep this call under strict confidence. You have my word, Mr. Evans and the paperwork that will follow shortly after this call.”

Silence. There is some shocking silence which is brief before you're catapulted with disbelief and more cackles. "Holy mother fucking shit. You're kidding me?"

"I can run you by my credentials if you’d like?” You mention stiffly.

"God I’ve reached a cuckoo hotline!" Wrong. That's a horrible thing to say and you'd think a man like him would've been more sensitive about his choice of words, inebriated or not.

"Far from it."

"Tell me something, alright? How many grown, adult men come crying to you?" Chris is edging with curiosity even though his eyes are betrayingly reddened after crying into a bottle of Dewars 18. He doesn't make that known to you and you never cared to ask.

"Enough to know that they cry." You simply state.

"Huh. So this is just another Tuesday for you then.” Chris scoff, the bottle making it to his lips and then swishing back down again.

"Comes with the territory except I don't tolerate drunkenness." You motely add. "Can you keep the bottle aside for the time being? Just until we're done here."

"That's understandable and oh yeah sure, sure, I won't touch it." You can hear the glass bottle 'clink' when coming into contact with the pavement.

"Now tell me about Jenny." You softly inquire.

"What do you wanna know? How we fuck or how we met?" Chris giggles like a naughty school yard boy.

"How did you two meet?" You slam the words urgently, nearly spelling out the cause.

"Oh! Oh. We met on the job." Chris chuckles punitively.

"Okay and did you guys connect instantly or was there a slow build up?" You involuntarily took notes for any PR rep of his that wanted solid evidence that would preside this call, cover your bases and your poor ass along with it.

"Instantly. Our chemistry read was off the charts." He explains with a slight hiccup. "Sorry."

"Great. So it was more so a work relationship that later grew into something more correct?"

"Pretty much."

"So when did you start developing feelings for her?"

"Um I'd say..." Chris tucks his chin, burps and then excuses himself before continuing. "Just before we wrapped up filming. But then I think somewhere in between all that I realized that she was my kind of girl, my... better half."

"And what made you come to that realization?"

"Well for one she has this infectious laugh that would have you laughing with her, there's that sound of beauty and pureness to it. And then with that, there were all the little things she'd do for me that made me think, like damn she's the one, she's it for me and that for better or for worse, I'd need her more than she'd ever need me."

Chris gets sad and you feel for him. Your pen stops moving when you were about to prescribe him some mind memory exercises. He was human. Humans hurt. Humans make mistakes. Humans stray but they also love. That's all Chris did. He loved with all of his heart to not expect the same love in return.

"You know Chris, we don't always get the love we deserve and sometimes its sucks. Sometimes you wanna kick it back with a bottle of Dewars 18 and shake your fists in the air." Chris quietly perks up at your choice of alcohol that you didn't know he was forcefully downing. He fashions a small half smile that you don't see but hear faintly. "But there's also a time and a place and things happen, people come apart, people get together, people do people and there's that fine line of letting life run its uneven course."

"I mean you sometimes have to not be okay to be okay again and I know that from my many years of helpful healing. It gets okay, never fully better and I think that's just how it is. You acknowledge your pain, your trauma and then you go on while being mindful of that transition."

"Wow."

"Hey, um, look, I actually have to get going. But if you can, just down the rest of that bottle and get yourself home."

"Are you sure?" Chris gawks.

"I mean you were already halfway through and it's not like I can physically stop you, right? And besides this is what I'm prescribing to you. I want you to acknowledge your pain, drink away your sorrows and then smash that bottle so you can be relieved from that trauma and hurt. After that you need to fix up and start new, have a mature conversation with her, if you can and then have your feet hitting the ground again. Don't fall into the routine of heartbreak even if it becomes too hard, you hear me?"

"Loud and clear."

"Good." You sniff and start to put things away. "I know you're a good guy Chris, from how you are on TV and in interviews, I'm amazed by how articulate you are. You have the right mindset so I have no doubts that you'll fall back in any way. But if you do, please don't hesitate to reach out, I might have to hand you off to another cohort but nonetheless it can be worked out even if it does feel like you might be sparring on your own. You'll get the help you need."

"Great, thanks." Chris responds in his conscious state of thought. He feels pathetic with himself and that doesn't have you galling over the fact, instead you let him be.

"Do you need me to order you an Uber? Cab? Call a friend for ya?" You laugh easily and Chris hears it clearly, smiling in return.

"An Uber would be nice. I'll try to share you my location."

"Sure, on me and that'd be great."

"Thanks."

"No problem... And your ride should be here in two minutes, just look out for Raul in black Elantra." You inform him after checking your phone.

"Nice."

"You have a goodnight now Chris."

"You too." The line cuts and you're given a piece of your life back. You gather your belongings, flip off the light switch and make your way home. There's some truth and some brokenness in every situation. You knew Chris was going to be OK even if he didn't consult you afterwards. For you, there was no need. He's a smart man and he proves this over a prolonged period of time when he finally finds himself back on the market and then eventually in a relationship with a faceless and very loving woman from his own hometown.

He was finally happy, making you serendipitously glad that you were the caller he had reached.

[la-paritalienne]

Hi darling, how are you? Have you heard Selena Gomez's new album “RARE”? I'd love a review from you

hi babeeee! i’m good, i hope you are too 🥰 sorry this took a while, i wrote some tags for you so you knew i was doing it, hope you saw them? another anon asked me about this album (+ a follow up question and, spoiler alert!!! i agree w your take!) so i was already quite curious. i’ve been a little busy but finally, here it is

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rare: omggg, from the start this is the kind of beat + sound that has me bopping immediately! it’s kind of heard and reminds me of taylor swift, especially when she vocalizes. the background music is so cute, i’m not being very technical here but that’s how i feel! i’m really liking it. i adore how she articulates it feels like before the refrain. fave lyrics: and i bet there’s somebody else out there to tell me i’m rare

8,5/10

dance again: wooooah when the beat dropssssss! this reminds me of an early 2000s song? best compliment i can give to a song basically. i love the pre-chorus and the little oooh oohs. lyrically it’s not impressive but still! fave lyrics: when i speak, my body listens

8-/10

look at her now: classic song that at first has me like meh and after a while grows on me and im like mh mh mh mh mh. let’s be real, it bangssss, although something in the metrics still sounds a little off for me?? idk. still, such a jam tbh. fave lyrics: wasn’t wrong, wasn’t right, what a thing to be human, made her more of a woman

8/10

lose you to love me: at first i felt this one was a bit too slow and whiny for me, but as i listened to it more, i got used to it and learned to appreciate it. fave lyrics: we’d always go into it blindly, i needed to lose you to find me, this dancing was killing me softly, i needed to hate you to love me

8-/10

ring: this sounddddd! so vintage!!!!! omggggg. love love love, it’s so old school and sexy, it sounds like burlesque. the words aren’t particularly poetic nor relatable (to me at least gjghjkkgk) but it sounds so fucking GOOD??? fave lyrics: i put it down, they call me up

9,5/10

vulnerable: the (pre?) chorus is my favourite part here. all in all it sounds very chill and like, a basic bop, background music but not in a bad way?? just maybe not extremely memorable, but then when she goes if i show you all my demons, that elevates the whole song and that’s the part that would drive me to listen to it again, it sounds so dreamy. fave lyrics: wrap your arms around my weakness if the only other option’s letting go

8-/10

people you know: very hypnotic, both the music and her voice, especially in the chorus. it might not be groundbreaking but it’s like… chill and easy to listen to while doing stuff, jammable, a bit repetitive but it works for the whole concept. not my fave overall, but i love the layering toward the end, when the whole sound gets a bit more complex. fave lyrics: when it was good we were on fire, now i’m breathing ashes and dust

7+/10

let me get me: WHATTTTTTT this is straight from the 90s??????? iconic!!!! no ok i love it very much, there’s something addictive about how it feels like it’s straight from another era, and the iiIIIiii and the ouUut, ah oOh, it’s like… obsession material. and a great bridge, something i’ll always appreciate in a song. fave lyrics: i’m so connected to me

10/10

crowded room: i don’t think selena would plagiarise the iconic ‘me & u’ by cassie (2006) soooo this is a homage????? wow selena truly is a 90s girl…… we have to stan. love love love this one, the falsetto part is perfection, her voice is so airy, a dream. fave lyrics: out on thin ice until you came over to break it

10/10

kinda crazy: byeeeeee i say this about every song but i’m starting to get this is whole album is very vintage sounding (the early 2000s are VINTAGE now ok??? we’re getting old), the chrous is >>>>>>, one of my faves for sure. fave lyrics: i think you’re kind of crazy, and not the good kind baby

10/10

fun: ok do i sound crazy if i say this reminds me of lorde?? or at least antonoff-produced taylor swift, especially in the reputation era (which also reminded me of lorde). the chrous is soooo lorde and when she goes fun then it’s taylor but anywayy. a good song! maybe idk, the fact that it reminds me so much of someone else’s sound makes me love it a bit less than it deserves, but i still do! fave lyrics: put a gold star on my disorder

7,5/10

cut you off: again, the chrous is swiftyyyy. a soft but empowering tune, there’s something sensual about it which i love. maybe not my fave bc it’s not like… addictive, more like chillout lounge music, i wouldn’t go crazy over it, but very nice. cool instrumental around minute 2 or so! fave lyrics: how could i confuse that shit for love?

7,5/10

a sweeter place: this one sounds cosy, if that makes sense? some part i really love, others not really, maybe my least fave at least for now, but all in all i still really like it! fave lyrics: i can’t believe i can be loud, holding hands with the darkness

7/10

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ok so in conclusion, WOW?? tbh i wasn’t expecting this, not that i don’t like selena bc i’ve been obsessed w some of her singles since ‘naturally’ or ‘i love you like a love song’ (good old selena gomez & the scene! not to mention ‘good for you’ like… that shit is hot) but i wasn’t prepared to something this consisently good?? like maybe i won’t listen to it on repeat for months as i do with some albums but i wouldn’t skip any song, not to mention some are true gems (and jams) that will go on my january playlist! thank you (actually, thank both my selena anons!) for having me do this, i probably would have missed this relase otherwise and that would have been a shame bc it’s pretty great

let me know what you think, if you feel like it, as usual♡

[blazinbeautywrites]

Broadmoor Manor

Note: Due to recent events and the rampant uprising of plagiarism on this site and others I am stating once and once only that this is my ORIGINAL work. If I find out that you have stolen/taken any part of my work I will handle you and the situation the way I see fit

Full credit to the original owner of any pic or gif I use.

Summary: Broadmoor Manor is the place to be. With creatures ranging from witches, demons, werewolves and vampires, there is always something going on at the manor. With the town mayor dead, the residents of Broadmoor manor are the prime suspects. Will they take the fall or is there an even more sinister entity lurking in the town ready to stir up trouble?

Cast: EXO

Appearances by: JYP, Jinyoung (GOT7), BM (KARD), CL, Hyuna

Length: 1,168 words

Genre: Horror/Mystery/Suspense

A/N: I want to be able to update this series at least twice a week so the chapters after the first will be a bit shorter.

Chapter 1

It was a dreary, rainy morning in the town of Oldcrest when Celeste Donovan found her husband, Mayor Donovan, in his office, faced down in a pool of his own blood. She called Sheriff Palmer to their home in the secluded hills of the city.

“Mrs. Donovan, what happened here?” Sheriff Palmer asked.

“How the hell am I supposed to know? I walked in here to see what was keeping him up and I saw this then I immediately called you.” She replied.

“You don’t seem to really care that your husband is dead, Mrs. Donovan.” Sheriff Palmer replied.

“That’s because I don’t. My husband was a horrible drunk and I hated living in this house alone with him.” Mrs. Donovan answered.

“What about your dau-”

“Don’t mention that little bitch’s name in this house. She abandoned this family 4 years ago to live among those freaks. She can rot with them. Now enough talk about her. I want this handled quietly. Of course let your team know but I don’t want this getting out to the town until my husband is buried deep in the ground. As for your suspect list, I suggest you start at Broadmoor Manor. You know something is always up at that house.” Mrs. Donovan said.

“I’ll be sure to look into it, oh and Mrs. Donovan, at least pretend to be sad or else you’ll be added to my lists of suspects. No get out of this office. It’s a crime scene.” Sheriff Palmer said. He exited the room and immediately called the forensic team and filled them in on the situation.

Meanwhile on the other side of town at Broadmoor Manor, Jinyoung Park was wrapping up his weekly rendezvous with Millie Broadmoor.

“You know, you don’t have to keep rushing out of here every time we finish. No one is looking for us Jinyoung. You’re making me feel like I’m some sort of bootycall.” Millie said putting on her burgundy romper and pulling up her black boots. She fluffed up her curls and reapplied her plum lipstick.

“Let’s not pretend that we’re anything more. You’re just a quick fuck. That’s what we agreed to.” Jinyoung said, fastening his last shirt button.

“Sweetie I remember our deal, but what you’re not gonna do is disrespect me.” Yeah we’re fuck buddies but I at least thought we could be more civil about the situation but I see that’s a little too advanced for you. Our little arrangement it over.” Millie said. She gathered up her things to leave when Jinyoung grabbed her arm and spun her around to face him.

“You know I didn’t mean it like that, I just meant, fuck look just please come find me later to talk. I gotta get to work and so do you.” Jinyoung said.

“Goodbye Jinyoung!” Millie said. She took her arm from him and walked out of one of the many secret passageways in her family’s manor. Once she made it to the main hall she saw Matthew, or BM as everyone in the manor called him.

“Well well well sneaking out of your little secret room eh?” Matthew teased.

“Shut up. I’m really not in the mood and I’m running late for work.” Millie said.

“Okay what did Jinyoung do this time?” Matthew asked.

“It’s nothing really just, I’m tired of him belittling me and playing down our relationship. I mean yeah we only agreed to be fwb but he got drunk one night and told me he was in love with me. That fucked me up. Now I have all these weird feelings and I don’t want to have them. Ugh why is this shit so hard? But anyways I ended it.” Millie said. She quickly popped into her room and grabbed her umbrella and headed for the door.

“Honestly, you should have just stuck with Hyuna. At least you know what you’re getting with her.” Matthew replied.

“Who says I’m not fucking her too?” Millie said with a smug look on her face. It was no secret Millie enjoyed the company of both men and women but Hyuna Kim was a whole other level of complicated.

“Alright I see you girl do you.” Matthew said. Millie and Matthew continued to laugh and converse as he walked her to her car. He watched her drive off and as he was heading back into the house to get ready for his own work day, he ran into Jinyoung.

“Was that her?” Jinyoung asked.

“Yeah. Why the fuck do you care? She’s just a piece of ass to you right?” Matthew asked. He was angry as hell and Jinyoung saw as his eyes began to change from brown to a golden yellow, signaling his transformation.

“Wooooah, dude chill out. You know damn well I’m more powerful than you. I can kill you with a flick of my head. And yes, at first she was just a piece of ass but I kind of, you know, love her and I don’t know how to deal with it. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. Plus my uncle would drag me back to hell if he knew I was fucking a Broadmoor. I need your help.” Jinyoung said.

“There’s no way in hell I’m helping you. Do her a favor and leave her alone. Now if you’ll excuse me I have shit to do today.” Matthew retorted.

“You think I don’t know what you and your little pack do at night? How you all pick up girls from a few towns over and hunt them town like prime rib in the Oldcrest woods? Then you pass out drugged blood to addict vamps so they can compel those poor girls to forget the terror you all subjected them too. And let’s not forget Fei, your ex. She was found dead and stuffed inside of a garbage can outside of a bar you frequented. You know who killed her but by the look on your face right now you’re afraid of them. Now, you will help me get what I want or I’ll reveal your little secret to the entire town. We have a deal?” Jinyoung asked. Matthew had tears brimming in his eyes but refused to let them fall. He refused to show Jinyoung his weakness.

“Fine! But once we’re done, you will no longer speak of my past, not even allude to it.” Matthew said.

“We’ll see. If I’m satisfied with your efforts then I won’t ever speak of your past transgressions. But until then, you will do whatever I say and you will do it when I say. Do I make myself clear?” Jinyoung asked him.

“Crystal.” Matthew said

“Now run along doggy, you have some work to do.” Jinyoung antagonized. He watched as Matthew stormed back into the house and almost lost it. He got into his car and began his drive into town to start his day. He let out a small chuckle knowing he had Matthew right where he wanted him.