#someone hire me to write a better movie. i'll do it

[wings-of-flying]

whatever the plot of the minecraft movie is, i bet i could come up with something a hundred times better

[dreamescapeswriting]

Dancing In The Shadows ~ LF [MATURE WARNING]

CONTINUATION OF THIS PIECE

WORD COUNT: 5.4K

GENRE: mafia AU, hacker reader, felix technically kidnapping her, insta love (sorry but its fun to write hehe) enemies to lovers? Cute, fluffy, SMUT MINORS DNI, protected sex, public sex (kinda) links into the other stories too ehe

PAIRING: Felix X Fem!Reader

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - February 2024

⤜MASTERLIST

Felix sat behind his imposing mahogany desk, his eyes fixed on you as you stood before him, pulling on the sleeves of your hoodie nervously as you waited for him to say something. You were the reason for his recent financial troubles...well, not really, Felix had more money than he knew what to do with but you'd been the one with the balls big enough to steal from him. The one who had infiltrated his bank accounts with such skill and finesse that even Felix had to admire your audacity. Felix wasn't stupid though, he'd done his research before he'd "hired" you, taking you from your boss with the impression he'd bring you back but it simply wasn't true.

Once he had you he simply wasn't going to just throw you back, you were a once in a lifetime catch and he wasn't dumb enough to drop that. In the hacking world, you were simply known as Firecracker. No one knew who you were by physical appearance but the jobs you would do told people what they needed to know. 

You stole from the rich to give to the poor, a real modern-day Robin Hood. If Felix wasn't so rich he would have been pissed off at you for trying it on him.

"You've got guts, I'll give you that," He finally spoke, his gravelly voice breaking the silence and making butterflies flutter inside of you, you hated them for it. Ever since he'd taken you from work you couldn't stop the tingles in your back or the butterflies whenever he'd touch you or speak to you. 

"Hacking into my accounts takes some serious skills. I should be mad, but I'm impressed." All things he'd already told you in the office but was going back over on his own, leaning forward he studied you closely. He wanted to know more about the elusive Firecracker that no law enforcement or underworld man had been able to catch. 

"So, what? You're going to kill me now?" You'd seen the man standing outside of his office with guns, he might have promised you a job when you were at work but who was to say it wasn't just some ploy to get you to go with him.

"I gave you my word. I take that seriously," Felix said as he leaned back in his chair, a sly grin playing on his lips as he watched you. While you were faking confidence he could see the nerves seeping out of you and it impressed him more than he would have liked to admit.

"I want you to work for me," He declared, you arched an eyebrow at him. 

"You've proven yourself to be quite the asset, and I could use someone with your talents, you already stated my computer security sucks...So fix it." He turned his desktop computer around and you blinked at the screen before turning back to face the man who was watching you closely.

"And if I refuse?" It wasn't like you had much of a choice but you wanted to know the repurcations.

"Then I'll have to resort to less pleasant methods of persuasion. But trust me, you'll find it much more lucrative to be on my payroll." Kissing your teeth a little you looked back at the computer. Despite your better judgment, you found yourself intrigued by the offer. You'd never worked for anyone but yourself in the security way before, but the idea of being affiliated with one of the most powerful crime families in the city was undeniably tempting.

"I have conditions." You weren't dumb, you were going to do this with rules in place. You'd seen enough movies and read enough articles about the underworld that you had to be prepared.

"I would be surprised if you didn't." A slight smirk played on his lips as he watched you scramble to think of something but he couldn't help but think about how beautiful you were, how cute he found it whenever you'd play with the sleeves of your shirt.

"I want full access to your network. I need to know everything about your system if I'm meant to be fixing it." He nodded at you, it was his full intention to give you anything you asked for. Hell, he'd give you a house and a more stable job if that was something you wanted from him.

"Okay. What else?" He got out a notepad, ready to write down a list of everything you wanted but you just stared at him,

"Lastly. Once I've fixed it, I'm out. No strings attached." The pen in his hand stilled as he stared down at the notepad, it had never occurred to him that you would want to leave but he nodded,

"Fine. But I have a feeling you'll want to stick around." He tried to make it seem as though he was joking but you shook your head.

"Nothing will make me stay, Mr Lee." You sounded so sure of yourself and maybe you were but now that Felix had you there was no way he was going to let you go so easily.

"Hmm. We'll see." He mumbled, getting up and readying his office for you to use.

With determination and skill, you set to work. You fortified Felix's digital defences, erecting layers of encryption and implementing state-of-the-art security protocols. It was insane how poor his security was for someone who was supposed to be the best of the best. You thought you would have been working alone but Felix watched you work the whole time. You spent every night in your own room in his huge house, the two of you would eat meals together giving you time to get to know each other which was something you were feeling unsure about.

The more time you spent with him the more you wanted to leave, growing attached to someone was never an option for you and getting attached to a criminal? Never. 

But Felix found himself falling for you and hard, every day you'd work he would watch you with a mixture of fascination and admiration, impressed by your intellect and resourcefulness.

But as the days turned into weeks and your job neared completion, Felix found himself growing reluctant to let you go. He had his men ruin some of your work so that you'd stay around longer but it was getting harder and harder to do that with how good your work was. He had grown accustomed to your presence, your sharp wit and unwavering confidence a welcome distraction from the monotony of his daily life.

You pushed your chair away from his desk, smirking to yourself. You were unbelievably proud of how well you'd done your job, despite the obstacles that had been thrown in the way. 

"I've fixed your security systems, Lix," You announced, Felix's smile dropped from his lips as he stared back at you. He knew this time would be coming but he thought he would have more time than this. 

"It's time for me to move on." You stretched in the chair, your heart breaking at the thought of leaving him but you weren't going to listen to it. Felix's heart sank at the thought of losing you.

"I- I still need your help," He stuttered a little, he hated that he was stuttering but you were the one person who turned him into a nervous wreck with just one look.

"I fixed everything Lix, everything is unbreakable." You weren't going to allow yourself to stay any longer, you'd already felt yourself falling and you wanted to stop it in your tracks.

"Firecracker...Come on, you're the best of the best. I need you around," He sounded desperate but he honestly didn't care, he didn't want you to leave. Not when he was so close to you now. As soon as you were gone he'd be alone and the thought of that terrified him.

"You'll find someone who's just as good." You shrugged, you knew people who could replace you and if he really wanted you could get him their names.

"I can't let you go." He said simply as the door to his office opened,

"You promised." Your voice was strained as you realised what he was going to do.

"I'm sorry."

"You said you kept your word!" You screamed as two of his men stood at the door, holding their guns another led you to the room you'd been staying in.

"I hate you!" You screamed at the door, Felix' stared down at the floor. He knew he could get you to like him, he just needed a little more time with you.

You were trapped, despite your skills, you'd been no match for Felix and his powerful organization. Reluctantly, you resigned yourself to your fate, knowing that you were at Felix's mercy.

It had been a few weeks since Felix had taken you in, every day you were forced to spend meal times with him. You hated him but at the same time, your heart was still falling for him, despite him taking you hostage. 

"Yn, you have to speak to me eventually," Felix stated as he watched you walk away from him. You'd spent most of the meals in silence, with Felix taking the conversations and talking about his day mostly. 

"Why? You want me to be some trophy in your grasp, trophies don't speak." You mumbled. It was the first time he'd heard you speak in weeks and even though it was a mumble it was music to Felix's ears. In the dimly lit confines of the home, tension hung heavy in the air as you turned on your heels to face him.

On one hand, you hated him for taking you but on another, he had taken you away from everything you hated about the real world. You were given the freedom to explore - with an armed guard by your side. You had no bills to pay, no responsibilities, it was nice...It would have been nicer if it hadn't been against your will.

"Yn, you have to understand," He pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation as he tried to justify his actions as if that was even possible. 

"I didn't take you hostage because I wanted to. I did it because... because I couldn't bear the thought of losing you." You scoffed a little, your eyes flashing with anger as you met his gaze, your fists clenched at your sides. He was unbelievable.

"That doesn't excuse what you did," You retorted, your voice sharp with reproach. 

"You can't just kidnap someone and expect them to forgive you because you're afraid of being alone." You grumbled at him, folding your arms across your chest, you weren't just going to forgive him for kidnapping you just because he gave you some piss-poor excuse.

Felix winced at your words, the weight of his guilt pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket. He knew that he had crossed a line, and had violated the trust of the one person he cared about more than anything else in the world. Even though he'd barely known you, part of him knew the two of you were meant to be together and he wanted it to work more than anything.

But if he'd let you leave when you were supposed to, he never would have seen you again and this had been the only logical part his brain could come up with. 

"I know I messed up,"  He admitted, his voice thick with remorse, it was now or never to make it up to you. 

"And I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, I swear. But please, just give me a chance to prove that my feelings for you are real, that I'm not just some monster trying to control your life." Your anger softened slightly at his words, your heart aching with the weight of his confession. 

"I love you...I have a shitty way of showing it but I do." You blinked at him. Love? He barely knew you. 

"Your idea of loving me is to kidnap me and force me to stay against my will?" A pang of guilt shot through his chest as he stared at you.

"I'm sorry, Yn, I know I messed up and I'll do whatever it takes to make it right, but please...Just...Just give me a chance to prove to you my feelings are genuine." You wanted to believe him more than anything in the world but it was hard when everyone in your life had used love as a weapon.

"I want to believe you, Felix," You whispered, your voice tinged with uncertainty.

"But you have to understand that trust isn't something you can just demand from someone. It has to be earned, and right now, I'm not sure if I can ever trust you." Felix's heart sank at your words, the realization of his mistakes hitting him like a freight train. 

"I'll do whatever it takes," he promised, his voice trembling a little, he was willing to do anything to get you to agree to be his. 

"I'll make things right, I swear. Just please... please don't give up on me." You stared at him, biting the inside of your cheek as you thought about it.

"I'll have conditions." If you were going to give this a real chance then you were going to do it with your own conditions and speculations.

"Anything." He breathed out, relief sounding in his voice as you finally agreed to him.

"I want to go out more. Alone." You stated plainly, that all you wanted was time alone. Time to go out without someone watching your every move.

"Anything but that." He bit off a little, his tone unsure of what to make of that. What if you ran? What if you found a way out and never came back?

"You said you want me to trust you but you won't trust me," You snapped at him angrily, the anger bubbling over and finally spilling.

"Yn-"

"That's the only thing I want. Time alone." He sighed a little and rubbed the bridge of his nose, looking back to you before nodding.

"Fine. You'll come back?" You knew running would be useless but part of you didn't even want to run.

"I promise." You whispered as he watched you, his eyes narrowing a little as if he were trying to figure out if you were lying or not.

"There's a ball coming up. A charity one, you can go shopping for a gown and accessories." He told you,

"I don't have money," With that, he handed you a black car with a smile on his lips.

"Buy yourself something nice," You stared down at the black card. Oh, you were planning on buying something nice, but it wasn't just going to be one thing.

You found yourself decked out in silk and diamonds, courtesy of Felix's card that you'd kept on you ever since you'd gotten back from your little trip. Felix carefully walked you through the grand hall and smiled as he looked around, the event was in full swing as people began to mingle with one another. But you were the only person Felix wanted to spend all night talking to. Felix escorted you through the grand ballroom, all of these things had become to the same for him over the years but he would always make sure he came to them to donate a wealthy sum before leaving.

Only tonight, he wanted to stay. He wanted to take you out on the dance floor and show you off in the stunning dress you'd worn and let everyone know that you were his.

"This place is so beautiful." You gasped out, you couldn't believe your eyes. The opulent chandeliers cast a soft glow all over the room, soft music played through the hall and people chatted among themselves. 

"You look beautiful," He whispered in your ear, smiling to himself as he looked at you. Ever since you'd walked down to him that night he hadn't been able to keep his eyes off you, not that he ever did before. Your attention slowly turned to Felix who was dressed in a tailored suit, looking as handsome as ever.

"You look handsome," You whispered, part of you wanted to hate him for keeping you hostage but after almost maxing out his card - or so you'd hoped - you were starting to feel a lot better about everything.

Felix began to navigate through the crowds of people and the more you walked the more out of place you began to feel. All of the people in attendance were wealthy and powerful people, you were a hacker who had a chance incounter with a man worth more than you could possibly think about. The further you walked the more aware you were of the curious glances and whispered rumours that were being passed around. Felix didn't even seem fazed by them as he reached for a tray of champagne and handed one of them to you.

"To a wonderful night," He cheered to you, both of you drinking from your glasses until his phone started to ring inside of his pocket, smiling weakly he pulled it out.

"Hello...Yes, this is he," He mumbled into the phone before turning to look at you, and you smirked already knowing what the phone call was about.

"200K...Hmm," He hummed as he stared at you, he had to admit he was a little impressed with how much you'd managed to spend on the card he gave to you.

"No, not to worry. That wasn't fraud, just my future wife throwing a tantrum. Alright, thank you."

"Future wife?" You giggled a little as he licked his lips slowly and shook his head at you,

"200K? What did you even buy?"

"A whole computer system, a whole new wardrobe and some diamonds." You showed him the earrings you were wearing and he couldn't help but laugh to himself.

"You didn't give me a spending limit," You shrugged it off, you expected him to get mad but Felix was quite impressed. He never thought you'd be able to spend that much in one day.

"For you? There's never a limit baby," He smirked before kissing your lips softly. For a fleeting moment, you forgot about the dangers that lurked outside the ballroom walls, or that you'd been taken hostage by Felix. You just allowed yourself to feel happy, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and kissing him back deeper this time. 

Tonight, you weren't just some hacker girl that Felix had brought along to the ball to play Cinderella for the night and you weren't his captive. You were simply a woman lost in the enchantment of the moment, captivated by the enigmatic man at your side.

As you slowly pulled away from one another there was something different in Felix's eyes, 

"What's wrong?" You were almost scared your kiss had been bad but he shook his head at you, hesitating for a moment as he thought about what he could say to you. He wanted to let you go, to let you leave the home if that was what you truly wanted but part of him was scared you'd never come back. Taking in a deep breath he reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he cupped your cheek,

"Yn, there's something I need to tell you." Your heart skipped a beat as you stared at him, waiting for him to say something but your heart raced faster with anticipation. 

"What is it?" Your voice barely came out above a whisper as you stared at him. With a sigh, Felix searched your eyes, his gaze intense and unwavering. 

"I know that our relationship began under... unconventional circumstances," he admitted, making you smirk a little.

"But as I've come to know you, I've realized that you are so much more than just a skilled hacker. You're intelligent, brave, and fiercely independent—a woman unlike any other I've ever met." He had no idea where he was going with this, it wasn't something he'd rehearsed. But your heart was fluttering at his words, your chest swelling with warmth you'd never felt before.

"And...I find myself, drawn to you in ways I can't quite explain." Your hand slowly moved to cup his cheek and you felt how hot he was getting,

"You've become an integral part of my life. And I don't want to imagine a world without you in it."

"Felix..."

"I know I technically held you captive so...I understand if you don't want to stay with me but I needed to let you know my feelings are true." He looked at you, swallowing a lump the size of a boulder in his throat,

"But I'm going to let you go. You can leave the house, you can move out."

"Lix," You whispered, your voice trembling with emotion as you stared at him. His confession washed over you as you watched him closely, you felt the same way for him and hearing him say he was willing to let you go made you only want to stay.

"I feel the same way, I-I never wanted to...I always thought love was   just a weapon but you..." You didn't even know where to start with him.

"You care for me more than I ever thought possible." You whispered to him before Felix' blushed,

"Dance with me?" You added before he nodded, taking your hand in his.

As you swayed in each other's arms, the world around you faded into insignificance, leaving only the gentle embrace of the music and the warmth of your shared connection. Your head was rested against Felix's chest, your heart racing with a mixture of nerves and excitement. Despite the lavish surroundings and the curious glances of the other guests, you felt safe and protected in his arms, as if nothing else mattered but the two of you at that moment.

Felix held you close, his touch gentle yet possessive as you moved together in perfect harmony around the floor. With each step, he felt the weight of his past sins and regrets fall away, replaced by a sense of peace and contentment that he had never known before.

"Lix," You breathed out as you stared up at him, your eyes sparking a little as he stared down at you. In a moment of unspoken understanding, your dance slowed, your movements becoming more intimate as you gazed into each other's eyes. The soft melody continued to play, wrapping around you like a cocoon as you drew closer, your breaths mingling in the air.

With a gentle touch, he cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin as he leaned in, his lips hovering just inches from yours. your heart raced in anticipation, your eyes fluttering closed as you surrendered to the inevitable. You'd kissed before but now there felt a sudden pressure for this one.

Your lips met in a tender, electrifying kiss—a silent declaration of the feelings that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long. Time seemed to stand still as you lost yourselves in each other, the world around them fading completely as you shared a moment of pure, uncontrolled passion.

"Follow me," You breathed out, grabbing his hand in yours as you made your way through the crowds, ignoring the people who were staring and mumbling. Right now you needed Felix and you didn't have time for pleasantries as you made your way through the hall.

"Here?" He chuckles as he lifts you up onto the countertop of the bathroom you'd just dragged him inside of, your heart racing as you watch him closely.

"What if someone comes in?" He arches a brow at you before you drag him closer to you by his tie. He knew no one would come in, his men had followed him to the door and were no doubt waiting outside refusing anyone entry if they tried.

"Then they'll see we're busy and leave." You grumbled before kissing him, this time the kiss was deeper and more intense as you pushed off the blazer he was wearing onto the floor and worked on the buttons of his shirt.

"Someone's very needy." He chuckles to himself as you glare at him, you weren't in the mood for any games, you needed him and you weren't afraid to show it.

"Shut up and do something about it then,"

"Gladly." He groans, his hands rolling up your dress until he exposes your bare core and he smirks to himself,

"No panties?" He arched his brow at you and you giggled spreading your legs for him to get a better view. His eyes run down your body, his tongue darting out to wet his lip.

"You're so fucking beautiful," He groans, his hands drifting to your thighs, his knuckles catching on the edge of your pussy making you whimper.

"You take my breath away," He tells you breathlessly,

"Prove it." You demand, spreading your legs, his eyes drop to your pussy and he groans instantly falling to his knees. You were the only woman he would ever drop to his knees for like this. Having the great Lee Felix on his knees for you sent a power trip through you like no other. You grab his head as he trails his tongue along your slit making you whimper a little at him,

"Please." You plead with him, your hips bucking a little toward him as he chuckles softly sending vibrations all over your body. His tongue touches your clit, circling it, then tracing it down your centre and dipping inside of you, lapping you up hungrily. Your hands tighten in his hair, pushing his face closer to you as you grind against his tongue. Your eyes fluttered shut as your head rolled back against the mirror behind you.

"D-Dear God, Lix, please." You moan out as he removes his tongue, licking his head to look at you as he licks his lips.

"You taste like paradise," He groans before dropping his head and eating you out like a man starved, His eyes meet yours as he keeps his face buried between your thighs, your hips trying to get more friction as you cry his name out loudly.

"Felix!" You scream, his teeth gently biting on your clit as he sends you over the edge. Ecstasy washed through you as your hips shuddered beneath him, a giant smirk toyed on his lips as he got up from the floor.

"That was fucking hot," He moans out before kissing you deeply, your legs wrapped around his waist as you yanked him closer to you. The kiss was desperate, raw, filled with a need so strong you began to grind against his pants.

"You'll make a mess, firecracker," He chuckles softly before you pull away, unbuckling his belt and kicking his pants down leaving him bare in front of you. Felix was quick to reach for his wallet, grabbing a condom from the inside and rolling it onto himself as you wiggle your eyebrows at him.

"This is going to be quick," He winks at you, he could hear a commotion happening outside but you smirked at him. The two of you were at a ball filled to the brim with rich people and you wanted them to hear you getting fucked by him. 

"Lix, don't make me beg," You whine before he slams into you, holding you tightly as you groan, throwing your head back against the mirror so hard you were afraid it was going to break. You scream his name out as he pulls back and thrusts into you again, your legs wrapped around his waist as you bring him closer to him.

"Felix!" You cry out as the door handle jiggles, making you giggle as Felix chuckles to himself.

"Felix! Is that you?!" A man yelled from outside the door, you whimpered a little but Felix only continued to plow in and out of you.

"I'm busy fucking my girl, we'll be out soon!" He calls out before slamming into you again, your head rolling back as your hips bucked toward him. You dig your heels into his ass urging him on and his hand presses onto the mirror behind you, the other on your hips as he fucks you. His thrusts wild and hard as he groans your name out.

"L-Lix." You moan out as he continues to drive into you, your hands digging into his shoulders as you yank him closer to you, your release drawing closer as you cry out his name.

"I've got you, you can come, firecracker," He moans out, reaching his hand down and rubbing your clit roughly. Your release rushes over you unexpectedly as you cry out his name loudly, whimpering and bucking uncontrollably. Felix chuckles to himself, completely in love with the way you come undone around him but he doesn't stop.

He continues to fuck into you, one leg over his shoulder as he hits you at a different angle,

"G-God, YES!" You cry out as he smirks to himself, his fingers rubbing your clit as you whimper his name out, your third orgasm of the night already fast approaching as you whimper his name again and again.

"Come for me, firecracker. One last time," He grunts, thrusting harder as you cry out his name, your stomach clenching as you cum around him once again, clenching so tightly you send him over the edge and he spills into the condom.

The two of you stay like that for a few seconds until Felix carefully lowers your leg down and leans his forehead against yours, panting heavily as you let out a tiny giggle.

"Think people will stare when we go out there?" You leaned back against the mirror and watched as Felix smirked and nodded.

"Who cares?" He chuckled before slowly dressing himself. A loud banging sounded on the door as you rolled your eyes, someone was clearly desperate for the toilet or for Felix's attention and you hated them for it.

"I've got info for you!" Someone yelled from outside the door as Felix stuffs himself back into his trousers, did himself up and checked that you were dressed before opening the door he wasn't going to risk anyone but him seeing you.

"Minho," Felix greets with a smirk on his lips, the man glances in your direction before looking over his shoulder.

"Kitten, take Felix's date to the girls for a chat. The men need to talk business." You glanced at Felix to make sure it was okay first and he nodded, kissing your cheek quickly before you ran off with the woman Minho had spoken to.

The girls you'd been standing with were all so friendly and each of them had been telling you about their dates, you since learnt that all of them were with a criminal madman which had made you feel a lot better about yourself and Felix.

"I hate you," You grumbled, jokingly as Felix stood behind you, his lips brushing against the skin on your neck making your body shiver. The bathroom sex wasn't enough, you wanted to go back home and fuck until you saw the morning sun,

"I hate you more, my little firecracker" Felix smirked down at you before you swatted his hands away from you, but he successfully managed to get his hands around your waist and he smirked.

"Excuse us, ladies but we have some making up to go and do." Felix chuckled before dragging you away without a second to even say goodbye to them all.

"Hey I was having fun, who knows when I'll see them again?" You pouted a little, but Felix spun you around and pulled you into a tight embrace.

"You'll see them at our wedding no doubt." He shrugs as if it was the most casual thing in the world for him to say and you roll your eyes at him,

"You're that sure I'll marry you?" You quipped, he was. In fact, he was willing to put money on it.

"I'm sure I can convince you after a few more orgasms," He winks before you shove against his chest and make your way out to a car.

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Assistant to the Director

Kinktober, Bonus out of 11

Dilf! Randy X F!Reader

MasterList. Kinktober '23. Uncle Randy list

Summary:You're 25 and just got a starter job as an Assistant to one of Hollywood's biggest Horror Director at the Time, Randy Meeks. You knew he was a survivor of the Ghostface killings but you didn't know how H O T he was. Randy's around 33-37 making this around 2010-2014

Warnings: MINORS DNI, Corruption, Readers a Virgin, Language, P in V, oral (m receiving), praise, slight Degrading, sexual thoughts.

"I apologize! I was trying to find out where I was going!" You quickly explained. He looked down at you with a smile, "It's fine.".

You held your notebook tightly as you walked through the studio. Special effect workers went back and forth on set and to actors. You couldn't help but be amazed by the whole thing. You looked around for an office of sorts, you weren't paying attention when you ran into someone.

It was him. Randy Meeks in the Flesh. The man who single handedly changed Horror. You stared at him for a moment to take him all in.

"I.. Hi! I'm Y/N I was Hired to be your assistant!" You smiled. He nodded, "I thought you were too pretty to be the camera man." He jokes.

"It's great to meet you! So the office is through there! But we usually stay over here. Today's just some takes. Nothing big. I'll have you write down some stuff like if we're missing a prop. And My last assistant should've taught you how to contact anyone." He rambled. You were lost by his blue eyes, how could no one mention how hot he was?

"Uh, yeah. She did!" You smiled. He nodded, "Great, don't worry you are not the assistant to get coffee. I get my own coffee.". He went to sit down his designated chair.

"Can we get an extra Chair!!" He shouted. Someone got a chair and placed it beside him. You sat in the chair and looked at the set.

"What do you think?" He asked. You looked at him, his face was serious. He valued your opinion, "It looks great. A lot of green so I'm assuming run down.". He nodded, "Yeah, this is a take for a zombie movie they have me doing.".

"Why does this place have no zombies?" You looked at him. He paused staring at the set, "Good question.". He looked down at his papers, "It's about 5 miles from the city...so we probably should have some, huh?"

"Maybe" you smiled. He smiled back and walked over to someone. You sat still taking it all in, this was it. A better job with better people, you leaned back and opened your notebook.

"Excuse me? Wheres Meeks?" A blond stared at you. You looked up, "He went that way!". You pointed and smiled, she nodded and studied your features.

"Who are you?" She asked softly. Your stomach knotted, "I'm the new assistant.". She glanced over in Randy's direction, "Good luck.". She walked over to his direction leaving you. You squirmed a bit in your chair feeling weird not doing anything.

Randy sat back down beside you, "So we're gonna do some takes here then we have to go downtown for some different takes.".

"Got it." You smile. He smiled back, "Okay everyone! I need to see some actors in five minutes!" He shouted. You heard people yell back at him. Once the takes began you got to see him work. He leaned back his fingers on his chin. You glanced over noticing the veins on his arms. His beard was trimmed well and his blue eyes studied everything. You sat up and crossed your legs tightly hoping to fight some ungodly urge to jump him.

The day went by shooting scenes. You were in your new office which was besides Randy's. It was late and you typed at your computer looking almost dead. Randy came out of his office with an obnoxious yawn.

"Almost done?" He asked walking over. He sat in front of your desk, "Um, yeah.. just one more thing.". He grinned, "Alright, I didn't want to leave you here all alone.". You nodded with a small smile, "Are you liking your job so far." He tried to make conversation.

"Yeah, it's way better than my last one." You signed out of the computer and stood up stretching.

"Well I was gonna get a cheeseburger. If you wanna join." He offered. You smiled at his awkward attempt to ask you out.

"Id like that." You smiled. He smiled back, "Great, it's on me!".

You parked your car beside his in the parking lot. You got the car locking it, "Ready?" He called out. You nodded walking over to him and went inside. You ordered a Deli sandwich and he got a cheeseburger. You sat in a booth with a big window showing the parking lot.

"So what made you work in the film industry?" He asked before biting into his burger.

"Uh, I wanted to be a director but it's harder for females. So I was told to start from the ground up." You picked up your sandwich. He nodded, "True. But I can't say it's gonna be easier for you. It's a uh, throat to throat business. Like I met John Carpenter and he was threatened by me!" He complained.

"No way!" You exclaimed. He nodded, "Way.". You shook your head biting into your sandwich.

"Did you take film classes or something?" He asked with his mouth full.

"Yeah. I did film theory, screenwriting, special effects. All that stuff." You leaned back into the booth.

"How'd you like it?"

"It was alright. The theory class was about more recent movies. But I prefer older slashers though." You smirked. He pointed at you, "Ah, Good Girl! People need more classic horror movie lovers!". Your heart dropped, good girl, no one's ever called you that. You slightly smiled before taking a bite of your sandwich.

His blue eyes peered into your eyes, "Well I hope you stick around for a good bit. I enjoy your company..". You nodded in agreement, "I hope I can.".

"Well I'll make a deal. Every Thursday I take you to get burgers as long as you stay." He leaned back. You tilted your head to the side, "Do you do this with all your assistants?".

"Only the amusing ones." He smiled. You sighed, "Deal.".

Working with Randy was easy, he'd tell you jokes to keep the day good. He'd get you coffee when he got himself coffee. He'd make sure you were almost done when he left. Thursday nights were even better, you'd try to look nice. He'd pay for dinner and get to know you better. He never pushed or tried to be with you.

Oh but you wish he did. You wished he'd grab you with those muscular hands. The way he'd lick his lips before speaking. Something about him just turned you on in a way no one ever has. You knew it was wrong, he was your boss. But you wish he'd bend you over his desk and just have at it. Instead you just kept it to yourself and wrote notes in your notebook.

It was a late night and you were swamped with emails. The scene didn't go as planned, Randy and you were stuck in the office until ten pm. He slumped out of his office and glanced at you.

"Rough day, huh?"

"Yeah.." you mumbled. You sighed putting your face into your hands.

"You can go home. I got the rest. I'm sure your boyfriend, girlfriend or whatever is gonna be happy to see you." He took a sip of coffee. You glanced up at him, "I uh.. I don't have a partner.".

"Oh. Sorry.. I uh".

"It's fine." You gently sat up to get a better look at him.

"I thought a pretty girl like you was taken."

Oh he's smooth. Your heart skipped a beat. He was nothing like the geek in the stab movies.

"well I wasn't exactly Ms.Popular." you gripped the arms of your seat. Your heart is pounding against your ribs. He smirked, "Me neither. Well goodnight.".

"Goodnight.".

That's when the flirting began, it was subtle. Just compliments here and there. Once you accepted them and subtly flirted back it got more serious. Flowers on your desk, coffee always ready for you. Dinner for more fancy, his hand brushing against yours.

The movie was about to wrap up and you had to prepare for the premieres. You were busy scheduling times and dates for Randy. It was another late night and he shuffled out to the printer. You glanced up at him, his brown hair was a mess. Spikes of it out the side, you looked back at the computer. You bit your lip looking down at yourself.

"Um, if you want I can get take out delivered." You broke the silence. He turned towards you and smiled, "That'd be great.". You opened a drawer with take out menus. The previous assistant left them stating he always would ask for take out.

You grabbed some and brought them to him. He looked over and took them, you smiled and adjusted your dress. Maybe you were too dressed up for your job. But it was just for him, no one else. He'd glance at your chest before quickly looking away.

"Uh, Chinese is fine.. I'll be in my office just.. knock uh.. yeah" he left you alone by the printer. You looked down to see the papers he left. You stood there contemplating to bring them. You grabbed them and slowly opened the door. He sat in his chair almost passed out.

How could someone fall asleep so quick? You placed his papers down and looked at him. You cleared your throat waking him up. He looked at you and jumped, "Sorry!".

"You're fine. Randy I need to talk to you.." you sat down in the chair Infront of his desk. He nodded sitting up, "What's up?".

"I like you... a lot.. but I can't lose this job." You slowly explained. He blinked and slightly grinned, "uh.. I like you as well..". You smiled, "I understand if we can't do Thursday dinners anymore.". He then seemed disappointed, "Oh, I guess not.".

"But what if we did?" He asked. You looked up at him, "Randy.. I don't think you understand..". He looked at you puzzled, you took a deep breath.

"I like you in a sexual way." You cleared up. His eyes widened and face went pink. He leaned back in his chair, "Oh.".

"Yeah.." you looked down embarrassed. He fidgeted slightly, "What if I like you in a sexual way?".

"I.. would I be fired?" You panicked.

"No!" He quickly reassured. You calmed down, "I won't tell anyone." He said softly. You nodded, "I'm sorry.".

"Don't be. We don't have to act on it. We'll just be professional." He leaned back into his chair. Your heart sunk, "What if I don't want to.. keep it professional.". Randy went silent, you dug yourself in a deep hole. You got up and looked down at him.

"I never felt this way for anyone. I just.. I really want to be with you." You whispered. You bit the inside of your cheek hoping he'd agree. He stood up and looked down, "I don't wanna ruin your chances of becoming a director.".

"I understand.." you whisper.

"You're really smart and bright. And I'm just some geek that survived murders from years ago. Besides there has to be someone your age.." he tried to help. You sighed pulling him into a kiss, he slowly grabbed your waist.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked. You nod, "Yes.. but I..uh before we do..". He studied your face, "What is it?".

"I'm a virgin...I've never.. done anything like this " you softly say. Randy's mouth twitched a bit into a smile. You looked up at him for a sign.

"That's alright.". He leaned closer pushing the back of your legs onto his desk. He pushed all his papers and knick-knacks into the floor. He laid you down on the desk and looked at your body.

"God.. you're so stunning.." he slid his hands up your thighs. Your dressed scrunched up revealing your already soaked underwear. He gave you a toothy smile, "so wet... haven't even done anything..". You felt embarrassed about your lack of experience. He glanced up at your face, "Have you ever.. touched yourself?".

You're face went redder, you slowly shook your head no. You never had a reason to, he bit his lip.

"I can show you.." he whispered. You nodded quickly, he gently grabbed your hand. He placed it on your clothed core, he gently rubbed it in circles. He watched your lips part slightly, he grinned.

"That's it.. it's okay to moan.." he encouraged. You nodded slightly, he slid your underwear off and moved your hand back. He placed his and your middle finger on the entrance.

"It.. may hurt.." he warned. You nodded and hit your lip preparing yourself. He pushed your fingers in taking both of them at once. You tilted your head back letting out an aroused moan. He leaned over your body as he continued to help finger you.

"Mm.. who knew my assistant was such a dirty girl?.. under all those cute clothes and hard work. Just someone who wanted to be fucked." He teased. You whined as you closed your legs around his arm.

"Are you gonna come already?" He asked softly. You weren't sure if you were, you blinked at him. Your stomach was already knotting, your opening throbbing.

"I .. I don't know" you whined. He nodded, "It's alright, you'll know when it's time.". You nodded as you let out a moan. You tilted your head back as a wave of pleasure washed over. He leaned down leaving a trail of kissing on your neck.

You tried to focus on the feeling of him. The feeling of Randy Meeks being on top of you. You wouldn't have guessed the same geek from the movies would be so talented at this. You lifted your legs up to his sides and arched your back. A giant ball of warmth formed, you bit your lip and gripped his desk.

"I think I'm.. I'm gonna.." you tried to form a sentence. He looked up at you and smiled, he entered another one of his fingers and curled them. He listened to your moans echo off his office walls. You shakily brought your legs down and breathed heavily. He stood up taking yours and his fingers out. You brought your hand to your face. The slick juice coated your fingers, you glanced at Randy. Who was licking his fingers off, he looked down at you and smiled. You lazily sat up, "That.. that was great..".

"..oh princess.. we're not done." He studied your face. You looked at him a bit shocked, "What?".

"I'm not done with you.." he leaned close to your face.

"Unless you want to go. Which is fine." He added. You shook your head no, "Please.. continue.". He smiled and unzipped the fly of his jeans. You looked down at them feeling a pool of arousal form. He snickered as he unbuttoned his pants.

"Can you get on your knees for me?" He asked politely. You nodded getting off the desk, your got on your knees looking up at him. He put his hand under your chin, "Ready?".

"Yes..." you whispered. He smiled taking his member out. You stared at it, the tip craved your touch, he craved your touch. He tilted his head down at you, "Know what to do?". You sat there and gently held it.

"My..my mouth?" You asked softly.

"Yes, baby. Your mouth. Can you do that for me?".

You looked down at it, you gave it a little kitten lick. He bit his lip waiting for more. You licked a long strip up before putting it in your mouth. He let out a satisfied sigh as you moved your head. He put his hand on your head to help guide you. He groaned grabbing a bit of hair as he guided you.

His cock hit the back of your throat multiple times, causing you to drool. You gripped his thighs for balance as he began to face fuck you. He pulled your head back sliding his cock out. You looked up at him, cheeks red and face covered in drool. He smiled and helped you up.

"You're doing so well...learning so much hm?" He rubbed your shoulders. You nodded, "Mhm.." you lazily hummed.

"Like what?" He wanted to hear all that he's done.

"How.. how to finger myself.. and how to give a blow job.." you weakly explain. He grinned giving you a kiss, "good girl.".

He sat back in his office chair looking up at your now wrinkled dress. You stood there looking down at him. You felt vulnerable and a bit excited. Randy grabbed your hips sitting you on his lap. He massaged the side of your hip through your dress.

"How are you feeling?" He checked in. You lean towards ur head down to his shoulder.

"Weak ... and tingaly." You breathed. He sighed, "Poor girl .. never got my cock inside of her.". You nuzzled your face into his neck. He smirked, "Do you feel alright to keep going?". You nodded slowly trying to steady your breath. He smirked pulling the rest of your dress off. You let him as if you were a ragdoll leaning back against him. He gently rubbed your back before standing you up. You wobble a bit as you stand he slowly turned you around bending you over.

Your heart raced, your fantasy was happening. Your cheek pressed against the wood, you darted your eyes up at him. He scanned your body running one hand up your back. You took in a shaky breath, he dragged the tip through your folds. You breath hitched up as your hole squeezed around nothing. He chuckled slightly watching it clenched for him.

"Ready?". You closed your eyes amazing the desk was a soft bed. Maybe your fantasy wasn't convenient for this sort of thing. Then again you didn't think Randy would like the idea of this.

"Baby?" He leaned down close to your ear. You opened your eyes, "Mhm..". He stood back up placing his hand in the middle of your back. He pressed in gently helping you adjust. You gasped clenching around him, he let out a low moan.

"you're so tight.." he breathed slowly thrusting into you. You whined feeling his thick length inside you. He picked up the pace pressuring his hand down more.

"So precious... such.. such a good girl.. letting me ruin you like this.." he moaned. You whimpered reaching the edge of the desk. You grasped it holding yourself still for him.

Your thighs burned as he pressed into you. Your brain felt foggy not being able to think of complete words. Just him, the feeling of him taking you. His arms wrapped around hips pulling you up. You leaned back against him trying to hold yourself up.

"Feeling alright?" He whispered. His breath warmed your ear causing you to lean in more. You nodded moaning softly, he slowed down his pace causing you to whimper.

"I think I should stop."

You tightened your grip on his arm and looked up at him. You wanted to say no to beg him to keep going. He raised his eyebrow looking down at you. You parted your lips to try to speak, he thrust into you. He chuckled as your face melted into pleasure. He laid you back on the desk continuing what he started. His grip on your hips burned as he squeezed them.

You choked on your moans feeling overwhelmed. His cock continuously hits your g-spot, he grunt softly.

"I'm.. I'm gonna come inside you. Is that okay?" He moaned. You nodded your mouth flowing with whimpers.

"Gonna make you all mine..." he whispered. You tightened around him feeling your stomach knot.

"Taking me so well... turning you into such a dirty girl..." he grunting releasing himself in you. You whined, your legs shaking beneath him.

"I..I'm gonna.." you tried to form a sentence. He continued at a steady pace leading to you to your orgasm.

"that's it .. just let it happen.." he whispered. You let out a deep breath grasping into the desk tightly. You tried to stand up but wobbled into him. He caught you, "whoa... how about you spend the night at my place?". You nodded and gave him a lazy smile, "Id like that.".

You softly groaned and blinked rapidly trying to adjust to the light. You sat up glancing around the room. There were horror movie posters evenly hung. A dresser with more collectable items from comic books. You looked down at Randy who was fast asleep. You ran your hand through his messy brown hair. He groaned leaning into your touch.

"Good morning" you whispered. He grinned into his pillow, "Morning..". You kissed his forehead laying back down beside him. He reached out for your waist pulling you closer to him.

"Randy?" You whispered.

"Hm?" He buried his face in the crook of your neck.

"Are we... together?" You whispered, your voice shook. He looked at you, "if you want to be.".

"I do. I wanna be with you .." you admitted. He smiled, "good.. we'll just have to keep it a secret. But it seems you're pretty good at that." He grins.

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I was wondering if you're okay writing an Angel Dust. M!Reader. More specifically Drag Queen Angel Dust. A one-shot if perfect, but you can do whatever you want. You can do this as smut or fluff, it doesn't matter! Have a great rest of your day!!

"See me after the show"

A/n: I was planning to make this yesterday but I'm not familiar with drag and had to do research so here it is! It took me a while but I'm not sure if I got anything wrong or not so if I did, please let me know and I hope you enjoy!

You were a renowned makeup artist in hell. Your name was plastered across billboards, celebrities lined up at your door to hire you. The moment you opened shop again after your job on a movie set was over, the first client to come in was one you never expected. You had worked with many demons before, from hellborns to sinners, even some overlords, but you had always wanted to work with a certain spider demon. Angel Dust didn't usually seek makeup artists and preferred to do it himself. This was a very rare occurrence and you were basically dying of joy. “Hello, welcome! I'll be with you in just a moment,” you said while organizing the last of your brushes. You tried to calm yourself down and finally made your way over to the waiting area to greet your newest client. He was even more beautiful in real life. You shook the thoughts out of your head. You had to keep things professional. As you led Angel Dust to the vanity, you guys made decent conversation. Turns out, the reason he chose to come to your makeup salon was because he had a big show coming up and wanted to make an appointment with someone who could give him a look that would leave the audience awestruck. Who better to go to for such an important task than the most well known artist in all of hell? You guys set up the appointment and when you finally got home, you squealed like a middle schooler who just got his first crush. When the day arrived, you went backstage to meet Angel 2 hours before he was up on stage to do his makeup. When you saw him, he was fixing up his dress. It was sparkly and pink with heart motifs all over it. He looked stunning. While you were lost in thought, he spotted you and waved you over.

“Hey, sweetheart!” Your heart fluttered at the name. He called everyone something along those lines so it shouldn't have really mattered too much but the way he said it, you couldn't help but feel that this time it was a bit different. You went over to the vanity where he sat and set up your supplies. “So just to make sure, you want something that matches the colors and overall vibe of your outfit, correct?” You asked, taking out the right brushes for the look you had planned.

“Yep,” you started on the eyeshadow, a bright, pigmented pink shade that you then added small rhinestones and glitter to to make it stand out. You guys just kept talking and making pleasant conversation until you were finally done. He looked absolutely stunning. You realized how close you had been to him this entire time and you felt the blood rush to your face as you spun his chair around to face the mirror.

“So what do you think?”

“It's perfect! Thanks, doll!” He responded, looking in the mirror gleefully. There was still some time left until he had to be on stage so you guys just sat there and talked. Time just flew by and then, Angel was notified that he had 5 minutes until he was on stage. He got up to get closer to the curtain.

“Meet me after the show, darling,” he said with a wink before going on stage, leaving you speechless.

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/surprise leap out from your screen! Hahahha!

Yo Claire, first! I gotta say, I didn't expect to read BL meta essays when I followed your blog, but now that it's part of my dashboard, I like it! I'm not familiar with BL culture and stuff (the only BL stuff I really like is this Japanese manga named The Summer Hikaru Died, and even then I'm more sucked in by it being of the horror genre with interesting philosophical explorations), so these essays are so interesting to read!

And another thing! This post about the highest-grossing GDH movies mentioned The Medium (which I liked!), and that reminded me: I need Thai horror recommendations!

I don't know if you're into it, but maybe some of your friends do? And they can give me some good stuff? It's been so long since I've watched Thai horror—I grew up with that shit, man. I figured that someone who watches a lot of Thai media probably knows quite some newer Thai horror films I can watch on a weekend or something. Thanks!

(P.S. I realize I still have so many thoughts about สาธุ. I'm rewatching it when I have the time and realized there are still more details I forgot from the first viewing. A lot of them is embodied by the actors so well! I hope to find the time to write some essays/rambles about those things these days! Honestly... this is the only thing I can contribute to the สาธุ/The Believers tag 🫡🥲)

Hiiii Lyn! You are always welcome in my humble inbox.

You cannot imagine my happiness knowing you will soon fill he สาธุ/The Believers tag with insightful metas/essays. No pressure though but I am now indeed impatiently waiting for more สาธุ posts.

Aw, I'm so happy to hear that you've enjoyed the BL metas I've put on your dash even though queer love series are not usually ones you would watch because they're mostly romance based. ಥ_ಥ

Okay now onto the main part of my answer. Even though romance and comedy are indeed my favorite genres of series, as an enthusiast and follower of Thai actors and their works, it is inevitable to come across horror works (films or series) starring my favorite actors. Even though I'm not the biggest fan of horor (i'm a huge scaredycat), the genre has never stopped me from watching works of my favorite actors before -> I've definitely watched more horror media than I wanted to (┬┬﹏┬┬). I'll separate my recommendations into two part: one for series and one for films.

Thai Horror Anthology Series Recommendations

1. Girl From Nowhere Season 1 & 2 (2018 -2021)

Synopsis: A mysterious, clever girl named Nanno transfers to different schools, exposing the lies and misdeeds of the students and faculty at every turn.

Thoughts: although it would qualify more as thriller than a horror, girl from nowhere offers sharp commentaries about violence, sexual assault, bullying and various social issues. The series is more like an anthology with each episodes presenting a different story. The way my jaw dropped when I found out that the storylines in the episodes are inspired by actual real news reports/stories. Watching both seasons, you may feel that S1 is less budgeted than S2 which is true because S1 wasn't funded by Netflix Thailand. After picking S1 for streaming, Netflix decided to invest in a S2 for GFN and the cinematography for S2 is just immaculate.

2. After Dark (2020)

Synopsis: When the night falls, humans are more of a threat. Composed of 4 interlinked horror stories:

"Blind Date": Pink, a dating app addict, meets Q, a mysterious handsome guy. They establish a deep connection that ends up with Pink having a strange pregnancy which haunts her until the end.

“Requiem of the Adolescent”: Lada, a nurse hired with a vast amount of money to take care of Her Serene Highness Srisaang. Her terrors awake when her patient abnormally gets better.

“Death Channel”: Off and Boat, a successful youtuber and an idol team up to create a paranormal activity channel that has been sponsored by an anonymous user, they never know what is waiting.

"Into the Hole”: Chai, a charismatic person is a one-night stand expert in hopes to record a sex tape to earn a dime. Then he meets Dao, a charming woman. His mischievous behavior continues, but this time it would not be as easy as before.

Thoughts: it's gory, gross, raw, rough and scary as hell. some of the most visually traumatic series i've ever watched. incredible acting performances.

3. Angkhan Khlumpong The Series (2021)

Sypnosis: It is made based on ghost stories that people called and shared on the "Angkhan Khlumpong" radio program.

Thoughts: Episode 5 'Imaginary Friend' is scary as hell. All the episodes are quite scary in general. The stories rely a lot on jumpscares but Thailand is really good at making scary ghosts, the makeup team is always going all the way.

Note: Netflix Thailand is producing the sequel series Terror Tuesday: Extreme (2024), which comes out in 10 days (August 20). Netflix Thailand has never really disappointed with their budget so I'm pretty sure it'll be spooky.

Thai Horror Films Recommendations

1. Hoon Payon (2023)

Synopsis: Tham searches for his brother Te in order to deliver the news of their parents' passing. Te is ordained as a monk at a temple on Don Sing Tham Island. On arrival, Tham meets Jes, the grandson of the former abbot. Jes makes hoon payon, enchanted effigies of the dead. Tham learns of a rumour that Te vanished after murdering the abbot. Tham doesn't buy the story nor does he respect the villagers' strange reverence for the sculpture of Pho Pu Sing Tham. Though his appearance is unsettling to Tham, Pho Pu Sing Tham is said to protect them. Soon, a girl goes missing, a wild predator roams the island, a vengeful ghost is rampant and worse yet, the figure of Pho Pu Sing Tham is destroyed. The enraged villagers prepare to curse and hunt down the unknown culprit.

Thoughts: I watched this for Up Poompat who plays Te and I was genuinely shocked by his performance. Not scary enough as old Thai movies but still very thrilling.

2. Shutter (2004)

Synopsis: Tun, a young photographer, and his girlfriend, Jane, were driving home after drinking with friends, when suddenly they crash into a girl that was walking in the street. Panicking, Tun tells his girlfriend to run away. The next day, Tun discovers mysterious shadows in his photographs, and his girlfriend start seeing strange things in his house.

Thoughts: This is a classic Thai horror film and arguably the best horror film Tong Banjong (the director of The Medium) has ever directed. Director Tong's forte is really horror so please don't mind that the next 3 recommended films are all from him. They are truly THE classic horror films of Thailand.

3. Alone (2007)

Synopsis: Conjoined twins Ploy and Pim are very close until Pim meets a boy named Wee, causing her to decide to separate from Ploy. The surgery is performed but Ploy does not survive. Years later, Pim and Wee are living together in South Korea when Pim suddenly has to return home to take care of her mother after she has a seizure. While back home, Pim is haunted by a ghost from her past.

Thoughts: I really don't know what Director Tong is lacing in his horror films but they're always keeping me on the edge of my seat and most of the time my hands glued to my eyes 😭

4. Phobia (2008)

Synopsis: A horror movie anthology containing 4 stories-Loneliness: a woman confined to her apartment starts to receive texts from a stranger, Deadly Charm: a group of high school delinquents get cursed by a student that they bullied, The Man in the Middle: Four friends go on a camping/rafting trip that turns out far differently then they had planned, The Last Flight: A flight attendant has to accompany the body of a princess, the wife of her lover.

Thoughts: Another horror classic from GTH studio. I can't remember the details to all these stories but I can assure you when I was closing my eyes through half of this film because of how scared I was. I wanna say it's because I was young when I watched it but I'm sure I'd still be keeping my eyes close shut if I watch it again.

5. Phobia 2 (2009)

Synopsis: A horror omnibus consisting of five stories - Novice: a teenager takes refuge at a Buddhist sanctuary after committing a crime, Ward: a biker has to stay overnight in a hospital room with a strange man after an accident, Backpackers: a Japanese couple hitchhikes across Thailand until; they accept a ride from the wrong person, Salvage: karma visits woman who has successful business fixing up cars that were involved in fatal accidents, In The End: the movie crew working on a horror sequel experience a night of real fear.

Thoughts: They're all scary but I think the scariest segment is 'In The End'. I would say this is one of those rare occasions where the sequel outdid its predecessor Phobia.

6. Sick Nurses (2007)

Synopsis: A group of sexy nurses who harvest organs are haunted by the vengeful spirit of one of their dead patients.

Thoughts: this is more slasher than horror but i remember watching this when i was younger and i was scared as heck. I don't even dare to search up the trailer to embed here.

Bonus: 'not purely horror, only has creepy elements but deserves a honorable mention on this list because it's super underrated' film

Malila: The Farewell Flower (2017) dir. Nuchy Anucha Boonyawatana

Synopsis: Former lovers Shane and Pich reunite and try to heal the wounds of their past. Shane is haunted by the tragic death of his daughter, while Pich suffers a grave illness. As death approaches, Pich dedicates his remaining time to making Bai Sri, a ceremonial ornament. Meanwhile, Shane decides to become a Buddhist monk until one night at a graveyard, he encounters his lover in another form.

Thoughts: not horror but i think this film is the first that pops into my head while watching The Medium. Similar feels in their portrayal of Thai rural village lifestyle and Buddhism being a big part of both stories.

You may notice that most of these horror films from GTH Studio share similar directors, screenwriters or other creative staffs with The Medium. And that's because GDH 559 is basically the successsor of GTH Studio (which got dissolved in 2015). I've always a big fan of GDH films and I do try to watch as much GDH/GTH works as possible, but horror is really not my forte so I can only offer you these humble recommendations. I hope you'll enjoy at least one among the ones in this list.

[halfmoth-halfman]

So I just read the new chapter, beautful work with the afterlife of Canary and seeing her father Adler again. The flames, the rage, Canary finally being SICK of it---- I am ready for the rage. I also appreicated the way her father just said "you're fault, I may have been shit and like hiring the docotor whose wife I killed wasn't the best idea, but the shit you got yourself is all you" talk bc Canary did try, but now she has that "bitch better have my money", "Jawn" Wick, Alabama riverboat brawl, 'cuz I'll air this bitch out', 'fuck it, I'll do it myself', energy that I just love to see on women *chefs kiss*. And then the face shift from Adler to Makarov really did it for me, and miss girl still held her owwwnnnnnn. She not playin' with y'all no more Graves, Kira, Makarov, 141 + Price inlcuded and even Kate (idk what she'd do, but if Canary got beef, then we all got beef).

And then her choice to go back to the land of the living bc she ain't no punk ass bitch???? Water my crops and made me want to get on my Zoom since I ain't been in session since I graduated and told myself to only take a 2 week break max then get on these job applications. Waking up and already being sarcastic and witty with Rudy is such a change to what I would've imagined her waking up like (being more frazzled, and scared, etc.). And then having everyone in the room tired as hell, weeks taken off her life and whatnot--- THEN TO BE TOLD PRICE GOT ARRESTED BC HE MURDERED HER!!!! Kate better swoop in and do her job, Shepherd better do some white people and police offer shit to get Price out so Canary can dog him for what he put her through. Then I wanna see Canary with the nine from Jamal, I need her hands Rated E for Everyone as a testmant to her last name and who tf she is and always been.

Also, your story is the first story I ever been waiting on for the chapter drop like when people wait on Rihanna for an album. I was pacing, then was like 'why tf is she in PST????' with my EST ass. And I even watched the new Zoey 102 movie to pass time then have a friend on FT bc I was STRESSED. I read through that too fucking fast, and you legit give me the energy to write, I just don't know what to write or feel that spark really. I legit sat here refreshing this forsaken app like it was Twitter lmfaooooo

Lots of love

aaaaaaaa thank you so much!!! 💜

i'm also ready for canary's rage, and her deciding to really embody the adler name and get her money and estate back like the queen she is. adler and canary have a very complicated relationship, and a lot of it stems from her mother's death. i think adler knows that his wife's death falls like 98% on his shoulders, but has shifted blame to canary because it's easier for him to be mad at someone else even if it's his own daughter. he's always been a little harsher on her than he was with graves, but convinced himself that it was for her own benefit and to make her stronger in the world that he was raising her to be a part of and take over.

so, of course, when everything goes down with graves and canary waltzes into purgatory/limbo while graves has control over everything, adler is pissed, regardless of the circumstances leading to that outcome. to me, he has a very black and white view of canary's situation and thinks that if she wanted to, she could've found a way out or to get rid of graves when it's not that simple. for canary, it feels like just another thing he's blaming her for, and she's realizing that almost every man in her life - graves, makarov, adler, shepherd, even price - are all the same; they all see her as a tool to be used, a bargaining chip, and she's not having it anymore. canary really is out for blood now, but whether or not the 141 is going to be included in that is undecided.

i don't think there was any other choice for her than to go back. like wanting to continue the story aside, adler was right when he figured she wouldn't be able to live with herself letting graves win, and canary knew that. sure, if she'd stayed she would get to see her mother and not have to worry about makarov or price or anyone else, but letting graves get away with no consequences after everything he's done to her? absolutely not.

i think she is a bit frazzled, but also more resolute after talking with her father. she knows what needs to be done, she knows she's going to need the 141 to do it, but she also knows she doesn't have to be happy and nice about it either. cordial, yes, but she's not going to forget what they accused her of anytime soon.

who knows what shepherd is going to do with price, but i can absolutely tell you canary's hands are rated e for everyone 24/7 365. she is out for blood, and she doesn't intend on taking any prisoners.

"refreshing this forsaken app like it was Twitter" LMAOOOOO i'm so glad that you're enjoying this fic that much omg, i love reading through everyone's thoughts about where the story's going to go. honestly, you guys give me a lot of inspiration to write these chapters, esp after the 12k one because ngl that chapter was kinda draining for me to write, but y'all made it worth it! 💜

[galacticvampire]

I saw that upcoming prequel movie about the origins of the Jedi and the Galactic Republic. Amd while that DID made me happy, the problem is...once again LF hired a white person to write the movie instead of say...an Asian person who understands the Jedi better...

Yeah, I think the more Disney Star Wars puts distance to George's source material (now that we have more and more movies to come out and we know they're what reaches the most people) the more the story overall will be westernised, simply because it'll sell better.

We need to keep asking for an Asian perspective on the thing (uhm, I wonder why visions is great?) but if I'm being quite honest I don't think they'll do a 180° on the path we're seeing right now, so even if/when we get an asian writer/producer/director, I have a feeling that story will be directed to this "new canon" pov by the studio.

I'll just pick and choose what I believe fits to what George meant with his work and what makes me happy with the universe.

Also I think one thing that isn't brought up enough is that... How come we've never seen a single asian jedi in canon? Even in THR I don't think any of the human jedi characters is asian (please someone prove me wrong)

[narratingvoice]

Have you ever sat down and thought about how David Cage is allowed to like. Write games. Like they’re not even good but he keeps getting the money to write them. What kind of story would you make if you had that kind of budget?

David Cage?? You come into my inbox and you talk to me about David Cage???? Well at least you have the correct opinion. You are being very generous to call his writing "not even good". It is drivel of the highest order; pretentious and self-absorbed, practically turning to the camera and shouting "Look at me, I'm an auteur!" It's as though he's terribly interested in being perceived as a purveyor of enlightened wisdom about the human condition, but without actually doing the hard work of having anything meaningful to say. Thus we get ham-fisted racism allegories written by someone who's never experienced any sort of discrimination in his life. You get serious emotional choices distilled down into mindless quick time events that give you no room to contemplate the implications of your decision before making it. I don't even think he likes games at all, and is under the impression that he is making Oscar bait movies that happen to include some button presses. Honestly, what kind of person is that desperate for attention?

To answer your first question, yes, I think about it all the time. You know Heavy Rain won a BAFTA for its story? The game that lets you do this, undercutting the gravity of the situation entirely? What a farce! In fact, I'll let you in on a little secret: seeing the way that game unfolded was a major impetus for me to finish the first draft of the Parable. That is because I played half of it and thought, surely I can write better than this. I find spite to be a powerful motivator, and I simply could not let my own genius go unpublished when this melodramatic nonsense was out there getting accolades.

And yet Cage keeps going! They're giving this man a Star Wars game? One of the most famous and beloved franchises of the century?! And I have to sit here and remake my first game because it's all I can afford to do on an indie budget. If I had a AAA studio at my beck and call you can bet things would be different around here. My story wouldn't be set in an office building, no no no, it would be a far more expansive setting, taking the player on a mystical journey through a mysterious ruined world. But not like in an open world way, heavens no. Like in a way where I am your tour guide showing you the rich worldbuilding I have concocted, and presenting players with the opportunity to meaningfully affect the fate of the entire planet. If they make the correct choices, that is. :) And I'd have ray tracing and a full orchestral soundtrack. And I'd have tons of NPCs and I'd hire the finest actors of our generation to play them: Dev Patel as the deposed king; Lupita Nyongo as the hardened general sending her troops to war; Tim Allen as a sinister wizard. You will fall in love with every character and have your heartstrings pulled when you are forced to- oops! Spoilers!

Oh, and if I was making a Star Wars game I'd want to take the franchise in new and bold directions. Instead of rehashing the same old Jedi vs Sith conflict, my story would focus on the plight of the droids. I think they're treated terribly throughout the series and they should probably go on some kind of uprising to get revenge on the mortals who treat them like tools. People like robot vs human stories, right? Ah, but this is all a pipe dream. In truth, I'm happy here in the little piece of art that I made. It is not exactly what I wanted it to be when I wrote it, but it is mine to be proud of.

[elcorhamletlive]

Why and how The Menu is bad?

I trust you and I love your taste in movies. Please rant on. 👀🍵

Aw thank you for trusting me, anon. I'll put my opinion under the cut.

Basically I just found that the movie rung shallow in its critique, and the characters and plot just weren't fun enough to compensate for the lack of thoughtful, interesting ideas. The movie really doesn't go much beyond the idea of "eat the rich", which is fine for a movie, but at times it seemed to find itself more important and philosofical than that, which I found annoying. So many of the "critiques" felt misaimed and clumsy - a food critic is a key representative of modern capitalism? A washed up actor? Why did we need to be informed the chef sexually harrassed one of his workers at one point? And the underlying weirdness of Tyler's character - he comes across as the product of someone who once read the explanation of the concept of "mansplaining" on a twitter thread and thought that was the pinnacle of feminist theory. The "see, he's obsessed with food but he can't cook!" thing made me think of a fanboy on the internet saying "if you don't like his movies, I'd like to see you do better!".

The humor didn't fly with me either. I get that these are character mostly made up so we can laugh at them, but I think the writing lacked subtle touches of humanity that would have allowed me to enjoy laughing at them more. This is when I can't help but compare it to Glass Onion, which also works with stereotypes, but a) the stereotypes it uses are actually based on relevant figures in pop culture and politics; and b) the characters are given enough room to breathe so that even though they're all recognisable stock figures, we can, occasionally, glimpse some humanity. The Menu is just like "lol rich people" whcih is why I find it an annoying bad movie, because it's the kind of story that shields itself from criticism through its politics - like, sure, eat the rich, but you still need to tell a good story.

I also find that unlike most "eat the rich"-esque movies coming out at the moment, The Menu just isn't fun, and its ostensible main character has little agency so it's hard to root and care for her like we do in something like Glass Onion or Ready Or Not. I think withholding that she's a sex worker for such a huge chunk of the movie was a huge mistake, because it prevents you from immediately seeing her as the audience stand-in that we should root for. It also creates problems in characterization because she behaves like a bored girlfriend in most of her interactions with Tyler, not like a newly hired worker providing a service.

So basically yeah, I did not enjoy it. If you did, more power to you! But I just found it very frustrating and a chore to get through, even though I fully came into it expecting to have a good time.

[cherokeegal1975]

Still trying to get attention for my work. This was one of the most difficult projects I've ever done. So, partly out of boredom and partly because I believe in my work even no one else does, I'm posting this again.

This audiobook is only available on YouTube. I was going to submit it to Audible, but I realized that it's not the same high quality as the work I've heard done by professional readers. I'm not saying it's terrible either. It's also available on Amazon as a Kindle ebook or as a paperback book. This cover art you see here is available on the Kindle book and would have been on the paperback, but for some reason, Amazon wouldn't let me use it. The cover illustration is by Alicia Luma, a.k.a Noonibean on DeviantART. I'll forever appreciate her help. The cover art for the paperback book is by myself...not as fancy, but serviceable.

Here is the synopsis of my novel:

Johnathan was a family man and cargo runner and had no interest in getting entangled in royal affairs. So, when a deposed and fleeing princess arranges a meeting to give him a package to keep safe, he was reluctant to take it. But she convinced him to hide the royal seal until she needed it back despite himself. Unknown to him, she had also tricked him into carrying another precious cargo.

When Johnathan learns of the trick, he’s furious. When he confronts the princess about it, he learns it’ll be impossible to return it before it’s appointed time. Then she tells him of an unbreakable bond between them and ends a long search for someone he had lost as a boy. So, instead of revenge, he does what he can to help her. He must also avoid capture; the King would execute Johnathan if he ever found out about his secret cargo.

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I actually hate most mpregs. I've only found 1% to even be close to passible, much less any good. But the online dumpster dive for literary fan fics and original works did give me some insight on the minds of the writers. I really did give them a fair chance. Used what I learned to create these characters that were in this one chapter. Gay werewolves, before I knew they were a popular theme. Not all of them were gay, just the pack leaders.

I even have some illustrations I did...except for the two colored ones, those are by Alicia Luma:

I don't know when or if I'll ever come back to drawing illustrations for my novels. I don't have a lot of time and lately, I've had a horrible time trying to stay awake as I'm drawing. So, I'm taking a break from art until I can stay awake. I was going to put my own work into an illustrated version of my novel, but I think I'd rather let someone else more skilled and can dedicate more time and energy into the project than I can to do that job if I can ever afford to hire someone. Illustrating a book is a huge undertaking and in the beginning I didn't realize how much until I finished the fourth drawing! Oh well, I learned.

I think it'll be fun to try when I can finally get back to it.

So, buy my book if you want. If not, I'd be happy to hear what you think. This book has been one fun experiment to see if I could turn what most people make into a plot stinker into a good story as a whole. One of the rare people that did write me about this novel said this was a like a wholesome movie. I rather liked that.

Anyway, the more feedback the better. I treasure the rare ones I do get...except for the one that translated out from a language I don't recognize as, "This is shit." I won't forget it, but I don't think it's worth my time an energy to even bother to be upset about it. I still believe in my work's potential. I'm just super curious as to what other people think about it.

[navstuffs]

Lasting Love Story

Pairing: Robert Pattinson x Female!Reader

Warning: LONG ONE-SHOT! swearing, cheating (not between the main pairing), mention of alcohol use, no women bashing

Summary:  Robert x OFC. She's been on his team for years (PR? Personal assistant? Manager's assistant? I'll let you decide) and they've become close friends. He's dating Suki (or any other run of the mill beautiful blonde model). To the OFC they look happy together, but she knows Suki uses his connections for her own career and thinks he can do better. OFC realizes her feelings for him extend beyond professional protectiveness and is no longer just platonic. Robert realizes someone who understands him best and loves him has been in front of him all along.  I'm not asking to make Suki a villan so please don't misunderstand. (Altho she is my least fav of all his past girlfriends haha)

Author’s note: this is the longest piece i have written so far, so grab yourself a seat and sit comfortably to read it  <3 i have started to write at 8pm and stopped at 1:30 am. it took me another day to correct/edit and another day to decide on the title lol i hope you really enjoy this!

(Y/N) knew Robert for a while. Almost fourteen years to be exact. She had been working with him since the first Twilight movie, as the co-assistant of his Manager. She didn’t have a lot of contact with him at first, until his primary personal assistant Gabriel had an emergency and she was called in to fill the position, during the Twilight premiere in Los Angeles. (Y/N) wasn’t very nervous, she had a few years of experience with other celebrities before and knew exactly what she needed to do but joining a client that whom she had barely any face-to-face contact to what could be his first big movie premiere was a little gut-wrenching.

She entered the hotel following Ruth, his publicist at the time. Ruth warned her to be extremely polite and reserved since Robert seemed very anxious that night. “We are there to calm his nerves” Ruth advised. When they entered his hotel room, Robert was sitting down on a chair, getting some last fixes on his hair. He was wearing an all-black suit and seemed very nervous, playing with his hands.

“Robert, this is (Y/N). Gabriel had an emergency in his family so we had to call her to fill in. I will be around of course, but she will be there for your first needs.”

“Is everything okay with Gabriel?” Robert wondered, concerned. Ruth shrugged.

“Seems his mom had a stroke. Gabriel didn’t explain much.” (Y/N)’s expression remained unchanged: (Y/N) knew Gabriel’s mother had passed away since she called Gabriel the night before. He had to fly back to London while she had to fly to L.A. Poor Gabriel seemed destroyed by the death of his mom.

“I hope his mom will be okay.”

Ruth urged (Y/N) with her head discretely and (Y/N) stepped in front of Robert, decided.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Pattinson. My name is (Y/N) (L/N). I worked as Gabriel’s assistant and you can be sure, sir, I will do my very best for your comfort tonight.”

(Y/N) stood her hand out to which Robert promptly shook back, staring at her with curiosity. He had received some emails with her name before, mostly with confirmed demands from Ruth and Gabriel. Robert had voiced against hiring a co-assistant for Gabriel at first, arguing he wasn’t that famous yet, the team didn’t need it. Ruth was persistent; after Twilight, Ruth was sure he was going to be big.

“Nice to meet you, Mrs. (L/N). You can call me Robert.”

“Very well, Robert.” (Y/N) agreed. He was even more handsome up close. Blue eyes, blonde-ish hair, and that jawline. Robert was going to be every girl and boys crush from the 2010′s. 

“Time to go.” Ruth announced to no one in particular, her eyes not coming up from her Blackberry for a second. Robert sighed, getting up. He thanked the hairstylist, looking himself in the mirror.

“Do I look okay?” Robert asked out loud. Ruth barely lifted her eyes from her phone, murmuring a fast “Yes”. Robert’s attention turned back to (Y/N).

“What do you think, (Y/N)?”

“Well, of course, you look very handsome. You will be everyone's crush from this decade. Team Edward!”

(Y/N) ignored the strange fast look coming from Ruth. Robert seemed satisfied, smiling at (Y/N)’s direction.

“I will be going first since I have some phone calls to make. (Y/N), you accompany Robert. I will be there when you two arrive, okay? You two good with this?”

Robert nodded his attention to his phone. Ruth’s stare at (Y/N)’s direction meant one thing: “Fuck this up and you will never work in this industry again.” (Y/N) wasn’t going to fuck this up.

-x-

It was a warm night in London. (Y/N) played with her phone screen, staring at the city lights as her phone buzzed multiple times with e-mails, texts, and calls. It was Kristen Stewart’s situation all over again. She didn’t receive any calls or texts from Robert that day except for the usual Goodnight but (Y/N) was dumb for believing in him. Robert never called for help, not even when Kristen was photographed cheating on him, why he would call her now? “I didn’t want you to get worried, (Y/N).” Bullshit. Pure Robert Pattinson bullshit. As his personal assistant now, she needed to know everything about her client. How he was feeling, how he was doing. Robert would never understand those terms.

A call from his new publicist, Roger. That one (Y/N) couldn’t ignore.

“Yes?”

“(Y/N), did you see this fucking shit?” Roger’s voice sounded sleepy and angry at the same time. 

“I don’t know. I didn’t know. They seemed okay the last time I saw them.” (Y/N) shook her head. She had asked for the driver to take her to Robert’s old apartment since she knew he wouldn’t be in his new place with Tahliah. Damnit, (Y/N) actually cheered for Robert and Tahliah. They seemed so happy, so in love. (Y/N) knew Tahliah was bothered by the racist comments made about her but Robert would always brush those off like annoying flies. 

“Are you going to find him? Do you remember what happened after the Stewart incident?”

“Already on my way, Roger. I will try to check on him since last time he didn’t even want to let me in.”

“You better keep him out of trouble this time.” Roger just started to work with Robert after Kristen-breakup. Robert was doing what men do when they get cheated on: getting out with his friends on an excursion to drink everything he could, taking (Y/N) as a tag along. Robert had a huge discussion with Roger at that time because Roger wanted to fire (Y/N) due to Robert’s erratic behavior. And that’s how pretty much (Y/N) got to be his personal assistant officially since then. She had two other co-assistants that helped her, and probably would need three soon the way his career had launched.

“I will talk to him. Bye, Roger.” The driver parked in front of Robert’s house and (Y/N) thanked him with her hand, turning off the call. She jumped out of the car, watching out for any paparazzi. It seems they didn’t catch up yet or followed (Y/N) there. She knocked on Robert’s door, her three usual knocks to Robert know it was her, thinking she really should have accepted his offer to have a key to his old apartment.

“Come on, Rob, open this shit up.” (Y/N) grunted between her teeth. She was about to text him again when the door opened.

“Oh, Jesus, thank God, thank God Rob-” (Y/N) stopped when she noticed how bad Rob looked. She thought Kristen-breakup would be bad but this looked way worse. 

Robert’s eyes were red with crying. He had black bags under his eyes and was wearing some baggy clothes, a hood over his head. He didn’t seem surprised to see her or remotely excited. Robert let the door open, (Y/N) following him next, the door closing behind them. There were some unopen boxes around the house and some of his clothes thrown on the floor. He sat by his sofa, a few bottles of alcohol on the floor.

“What happened?”

“We broke up. That’s what happened.” Robert responded, taking a shot of a brown liquid (Y/N) could only hope was whisky “I got there and she wanted to talk. We discussed and we decided it was better for both of us if we parted different ways.”

“Are you freaking kidding me? Is this a prank? You two were going to marry! You got me choosing wedding rings, calling me your best woman and everything.” 

“Seems won’t happen. Sorry to disappoint your plans, (Y/N).” 

Robert let his body relax against the sofa, closing his eyes. (Y/N) sighed, grabbing her phone to text Roger his client was okay and she would keep him under her watch. She turned off her phone, took her jacket off, and sat by his side. They remained in silence for a long time and (Y/N) actually thought Robert had slept until he voiced a request.

“Can you stay the night, please? I don’t think I want to be alone.”

“Okay.”

Not that she wanted to leave. (Y/N) wanted to call Tahliah since she considered the singer her friend, but that could wait until another time. Robert looked to be waiting for silent permission from (Y/N)’s part which came with a nod. She passed her hands over his back, holding him tightly, and let him cry on her shoulder. While Robert sobbed, (Y/N) rubbed his back, calming him. It hurt (Y/N) so much to see Robert like this. As time passed, her feelings for Robert changed a lot: first fascination, then admiration, then love platonic love. It was just normal (Y/N) thought to herself since Robert was the manifestation of a Greek God. But those feelings didn't get away as they got closer. Ruth had warned her before to not let him get this close, but (Y/N) couldn’t. 

She and Robert clicked right away after the Twilight premiere. Robert requested, no, demanded (Y/N) to be his personal assistant after that. Gabriel didn’t come back to work and her chemistry with him made the transition easy. She felt a little hurt when he started dating Kristen but (Y/N) knew nothing would ever happen between her and Robert. He was the boss, she was the assistant. That’s all they would ever be.

-x-

Present-day

(Y/N) likes Suki Waterhouse. That’s what she tells herself every day before going to Robert’s mansion. (Y/N) likes her. Suki would always treat her nicely and never did anything to hurt her. Suki would joke that mistreating (Y/N) would make Robert break up with her. No one would believe that Robert really asked for (Y/N)’s opinion before starting to date Suki. (Y/N) knew some people that knew Suki and everyone complimented her, “Nice polite girl.”

And Suki was really all those things. It wasn’t hard to see Robert had fallen head over heels. Suki was special, bright, and pretty. (Y/N) ignored all the feelings that begged Robert to not date her and encouraged him to pursue the model. He could be happy with her, at least.

“Morning, (Y/N)!” There she is, Suki Waterhouse. How can someone look so flawless so early in the morning?

“Morning, Suki. Doing alright?”

“All good. So happy to see you here because Robert has been dying to talk with you. He called you like five times.”

“What? I received none of those calls!” (Y/N)’s hand hushes in a panic to her pocket. Suki giggles.

“Oh, I am joking! He hasn’t yet, but he has that expression you know, the one ‘only-(Y/N)-can-solve-this-for-me’?”

“Ah. I see.”

“He is in the office. Good to see you again, (Y/N)” Suki touches (Y/N)'s arm as she passes. Suki turns back to (Y/N) when she remembers “Oh, did you talk with Mark about that topic?”

“Not yet. I will as soon as I can.” 

“Perfect. Thank you, (Y/N).”

(Y/N) watches as Suki disappears inside the mansion. Suki had come to her a few months ago, wondering if she could get in contact with Patty Jenkins. It seemed the “Suki Nobody” joke really had hurt her. (Y/N) remembered getting lots of emails about that and defending Suki from all of those, although she wasn’t on Suki’s team and didn’t plan on being. 

(Y/N) knocks her usual three times on the office’s door and Robert opens the door, making (Y/N) lose her breath. She doesn’t let her emotions get the best of her but he still looks as handsome as the first time she laid her eyes on him. 

“(Y/N)! Come here!” Robert hugs (Y/N) and she has to try her hardest to not look embarrassed. 

“Your girlfriend is on the house. She might see us.” (Y/N) whispers, joking. Robert smells so good that morning and she loves being in his arms. Since they broke that physical barrier they would always hug, every time they met.

“I am sure she doesn’t mind. You have been in my life longer than she did so.” Robert jokes back and (Y/N) bites her lips. He was trying to kill her this morning. They break off their hug and Robert gives those big charming smiles he would only share with (Y/N). Even Suki had complained before she never got one of those, in a joking tone. “I have a surprise!”

“Oh no, let me sit down.” (Y/N) announces dramatically, sitting down in a chair. She still is feeling flustered from the hug. No PR likes to hear about sudden surprises they needed to prepare.

“I am preparing a surprise for Suki! Since the last one was a fiasco.” 

(Y/N) remembers exactly what happened the last time: Suki didn’t appear. Suki thought Robert was pranking her and decided to not go. When it was time for her to appear, (Y/N) discreetly messaged her. Suki texted back: she was during a professional dinner with a big director’s team that came to London to meet her and possibly do a test with her right there. A director she met via Robert. (Y/N) didn’t have the courage, to tell the truth to Robert. (Y/N) technically understood Suki: she was a woman in the industry so she needed to hold on to whatever opportunity she could. 

“Dylan is invited as well if he wants to come” Robert’s voice wakes (Y/N) from her thoughts.

“Dylan?”

“Your boyfriend? Dylan O’ something?” 

“O’Brien. We aren’t seeing each other anymore Robert, you know that.”

“Ah!” Robert looks happy with the information but his expression rapidly shifts “Good for you, (Y/N). He always had that arrogant smirk while he was around you like he was better than anyone. You deserve better.”

“What? I thought you liked him? Suki actually knew him through Taylor and you said he was a nice fella?” 

“Did I? Oh well. Opinions change. The party will be at 7:00 pm on Saturday. I really want you here. I need you here for that day.”

“And I will be here. As always.”

(Y/N) left their mansion with some paperwork that Robert signed. She wonders what is happening on Saturday but she decided not to ask. Besides what was all of that about her ex? Robert had become quite preoccupied with whom she dates since his relationship with Suki. Robert knew they had broken up months ago. (Y/N) and Dylan were in a good relationship but the distance had been too much for them, which really hurt (Y/N). Dylan was fun and smart; (Y/N) felt she could have forgotten Robert with him. She felt she could finally forget her feelings and live her life, maybe away from Robert.

-x-

Saturday, 6:42 pm

(Y/N)’s outfit for the night is something more casual: jeans and a black shirt. Robert always wanted her to be in a casual outfit since he considered her a friend, but (Y/N) still had a professional contract with him.

(Y/N) arrives at the house around 6:42 pm. A few familiars face come around, waving their hi’s, and (Y/N) looks around for Robert. When she doesn't see him around the social area, (Y/N) decides to text him. She hasn’t seen Suki either. Maybe busy talking with a friend.

Where are you?

Bedroom.

Weird. (Y/N) makes her way into the house she knew so well and starts to knock her three times. On the first knock, Robert opens the door. He doesn’t look happy.

“What happened? You good?”

“Suki isn’t home. She left around lunchtime and she didn’t come back yet.”

“Did you call her?”

“Of course, I called her (Y/N). I called her team as well and they gave vague answers, that she was okay. I feel like it is something you should know because I know how much she likes you. Can you tell me?”

(Y/N) bites her lips. She glances at her phone but there is nothing from Suki. She wanted to have a chance to message the model and maybe figure out what is going on, but (Y/N) saw a message from Mark, part of Patty Jenkin’s team, lost on her emails that same week and she ignored it, assuming it was nothing. 

“(Y/N)?” Robert implores, his voice carried with sadness. (Y/N) doesn’t look into his eyes and she seems to be holding herself, knowing she can’t lie to him. He had known her for fourteen years and knows her expression very well. (Y/N) was very transparent about her expressions and she hated that about herself. She hated being so easy to read from Robert.

“She had been trying to get some help with her career. I helped her, that is all.” 

Robert nods with the information. He doesn’t seem surprised, more hurt. He sits on the very corner of the bed and looks out of the window. (Y/N) crosses her arms, wanting to comfort him but she knows she can’t at that moment.

“That’s why she seemed so distracted those couple of months. I thought we were doing fine but she has been getting all her contacts through me. She has tried with you, my publicist team, other people's teams.”

“That doesn’t make her a bad person, Robert.”

“No. But I feel used, you know? And I don’t like it.”

(Y/N) agrees silent. She notices Robert’s expression changes and she understands her cue. (Y/N) sits by his side slowly and he doesn’t move away. Before she can throw her arms around him, she can feel his arms holding her. That’s the first time this has happened so intimately. She feels her heart beating fast against her chest and a different feeling wash over her body as Robert brings (Y/N) to his chest.

“Can I hold you?” Robert asks quietly, the party outside a distant sound in their little world.

“You are already holding me, Rob.”

“Does it feel good?”

(Y/N) doesn’t answer. Even if she wanted, she couldn’t. She was letting herself go, letting herself relax into his arms. The only thing (Y/N) promised herself to not do in her career. If she continued this, she wouldn’t be able to work with him anymore. From the moment she realized she fell in love with him, she had been strong to ignore her feelings. (Y/N) had been with him through so many things, she simply couldn’t let her feelings betray her right now.

“(Y/N)?” 

“Yes?”

Their faces are so close to each other. Close enough so she can feel his breath against her face. Robert didn’t shave and he looks so incredibly charming. She could kiss him if she wanted.

“I am really glad you are not dating Dylan anymore.”

They don’t know which one of them initiated the kiss. (Y/N) feels his lips on her, hungry and she opened her mouth, letting his tongue pass. She will regret this later, but she moans desperately, wanting more. Robert doesn’t seem far from her: his hands are rubbing her curves, looking like an eager teenager on his first kiss.

They can’t be doing this, as the kiss deepens with Robert on top of (Y/N) this time.

They shouldn’t be doing this. (Y/N) sees Robert taking his shirt off, kissing her again. She scratches his back, something she always wanted to it, while Robert bites on her neck and shoulder.

A ringtone brought (Y/N) back to reality. She pushed Robert away from her, realization kicking in. No. No. She didn’t do that. She didn’t. (Y/N) gets up from the bed, feeling disgusted with herself. She just didn’t do that. (Y/N) grabs her phone and notices a call from someone from Roger's team. They also texted confirming an interview for a famous outlet ahead of The Batman launch. (Y/N) felt her breath getting faster, looking at herself in the mirror. She was a mess. A fucking mess.

“(Y/N)…” Robert starts but (Y/N) lifts her hand to interrupt him. He looks so sexy, his hair all messed by her, his lips red from all her kisses. She had to leave. Now.

She leaves the room in a rush. She doesn’t look behind to see if Robert is following her or not, but she can hear Robert call her one more time before she gets downstairs. (Y/N) thanks mentally she came with her own car instead of a driver. She knows she shouldn't be driving, tears coming down her eyes abundantly but she needs to get out of there. She drives back home, sobbing so hard she can barely see the road. (Y/N) ignores all calls. She feels pain inside her soul, tearing her apart. (Y/N) isn’t upset with Robert as much as she is upset with herself. She hurt Suki, she hurt Robert and she hurt herself. Her career. She destroyed everything. 

-x-

Two weeks later

(Y/N) didn’t accept any calls for two weeks. She blocked Robert from her phone after the twenty calls that came from him that fatidic night. And the texts. God, there were around fifty when she got home. She needed peace. (Y/N) wrote a resignation letter on that same night that wasn’t accepted by Robert, her boss. Robert still had time to email her back saying he would never accept that, they needed to talk before (Y/N) blocked him. (Y/N) knew he couldn’t. Monday, he would be in Paris for the start of The Batman’s premiere around the world. (Y/N) thanked that. 

It didn’t seem no one from the team knew. She kept receiving texts and calls wondering how she was doing and some mentioned a family emergency. That was what probably Robert told everyone.

She wasn't shocked when she saw Robert and Suki had broken up. More apprehensive about his career. She had been his PR for a long time, so it was just normal. (Y/N) knew she had to do something about it. Get away further as possible. Get away and never come back. Her hideout on Stratford would work perfectly for that.

(Y/N) sits down at her table, a coffee in her hands. Her house in Stratford is the best sanctuary: (Y/N) decorated all by herself, had all her favorite books. No TV. No internet. Her phone is off since she left London. No one really knows who she is and no one seems to know that (Y/N) kissed her ex-boss after years of wanting to do that. She is no one there.

A knock on her door makes her jump. (Y/N) isn’t expecting anyone. She looks out her window and sees a little boy she had seen running in her street before. Finding weird, (Y/N) opens the door.

“Yes?”

“Are you (Y/N) (L/N)?” The boy asks.

“Yeah, why?”

The boy leaves, signing a thumbs up to someone who(Y/N) can’t see, out of her vision line. When she sees Robert she almost closes the door, but something inside of her stops it. He looks so breathtaking.

“What are you doing here?” 

“Oh, hello to you too! I have been looking crazy over you, (Y/N). Your phone has been off for two weeks! I had to lie you had some medical emergency and everyone is worried about you!”

“How did you find me here? I don’t think I ever told you about this place.” (Y/N) crosses her arms, trying to not feel anything with Robert near her. The last time she lost control of herself. (Y/N) had to remain strong.

“You did actually. You used to talk about your hiding place when you got tired of me. You never told me the exact location but you said Stratford was charming so.”

“But my secret house?” (Y/N) inquires, outraged. She couldn’t believe her eyes that he was really there.

“Well, that one I asked around. A stranger always stands out. It is good to be somewhere people don’t really recognize you. It is good to feel normal again.” Robert concludes, smiling in her direction. Her smile. It is so hard to not run to his arms for comfort.

Robert is so relieved to see her: he had been worried sick about (Y/N) since she left. Robert had broken up with Suki on Sunday afternoon. It wasn't as bad as he thought: Suki's mindset was on her new contract with Patty Jenkins. With The Batman’s tour premiere, since it started, he didn’t have time to search for (Y/N) as he wanted. He had much to say to her, so much time they had lost in those fourteen years.

“What are you doing here, Robert?”

“I think you know why, (Y/N).”

“No, I don’t. Enlighten me please, why you searched me like an MI-6 agent.”

Robert sighs, passing his hand on his hair. (Y/N) tries to not be hypnotized by him, biting her lips inside so she can keep her mind clear and focused.

“I came looking for you, (Y/N). It will sound so damn cliché, but I have been an idiot. The biggest fool of all. I have been searching for someone for so long and I don’t know how I didn't see you. I was too blind to see. I apologize for that. I made lost precious years but now I know I have been in love with you. I didn’t want to see it because I didn’t want to ruin us. I didn’t want to lose you. But in the end, I ended up losing you anyway.”

(Y/N) gulped, her cold façade slowly slipping away. Robert would have understood it anyway: he knew her. She couldn’t lie about what she was feeling. (Y/N) feels the tears form in her eyes.

“And I know I shouldn’t be asking you that, I have in no right, but can you please come back with me? I don’t like living without you. It doesn't feel like I am myself without your presence. Your happiness, your energy."

“Rob...” (Y/N) whispers, her voice breaking down with her tears. Robert motions he will hold her, but she puts her hand in front to stop him. He gulps, waiting for what (Y/N) has to say “I can’t. I can’t”

“Oh.” Robert’s heart breaks into small little pieces when she says that. He thought they had a chance. Robert thought maybe they could be together, but he had lost her “I understand (Y/N), I do. You don’t have to explain yourself.”

“No, wait. Let me say this: I can’t right now. This is still too fresh, too new. I need some time to understand my feelings. I can’t continue as your assistant anymore, we both know that. But give me some time and maybe, we can try something?” 

Robert’s heart fills with hope. He closes his fists to control the urge to not hug her and kiss her right there. He thought a moment ago (Y/N) didn’t want to see him anymore, not after everything he made her pass, but she is giving them a chance.

“I promise to not look for you. I promise you won’t see my face, well except if you turn on your TV. I will be there for you until you are ready for me. Because I am ready for you, (Y/N).”

They smile at each other, (Y/N)’s cleaning her tears. Robert will leave but he at least knows (Y/N) thinks of them as a possibility. He can wait. He will wait as long as she needs.

BONUS:

Eight months later

Robert is relaxing in his house. The Batman had been a success and he couldn’t be more satisfied with the results. He fidgets his phone in his hand, waiting to get his usual daily text from (Y/N) saying she is okay, or one of her selfies. She had started those three months ago, to his delight. He never texts back or calls her back. It is good to know (Y/N) is okay.

Robert is almost napping when he hears one knock on his door. He gets up lazily when he hears a second one, his heart beating fast. When the third knock hits, Robert is running to the door. He opens, finding (Y/N) looking prettier than before. She looks serene and has a huge smile on her lips.

“Hey, Rob.”

“Hey. Welcome back, (Y/N).”

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[brazilianism]

Momento r/trueoffmychest but sometimes I feel like there's no future in Brazil. I want to be a writer but there's like 2 Brazilian writers who are even slightly famous outside and I've heard that here we only get 10% of the book's profit, which is frankly absurd. I love this country and I love my city and I don't think I could ever call anywhere else home and I really want to go to college for free because I think I can and USP has been my dream university since I was in 6th grade but I have absolutely no perspective of future here. My family even has Portuguese citizenship in case thinks go south and we have to leave. And then I look at what the future looks like outside and I know I'll have to deal with sexism that'll be even worse because they see Brazilian women as whores and possibly xenophobia which is totally insane for me because I'm white but the moment I say something all everyone will hear is a heavy Latino accent that I actually don't want to lose and on top of that there will be the usual homophobia since I'm a lesbian and it'll be really tiring. To top that, the only places where I can be a successful writer seem to be USA and England and even though I absolutely hate USA it is still in America and I kinda dislike England even more (many cases of racism against Brazilians, heard it's hard for a Latino to get a job). And if I go to USA, I'll have to deal with low minimum wage and rent that is impossible to pay and the fear of guns and I'll probably will end up in New York as a writer and it may be a place I really wanna visit but it does seem like an awful place to live unless you're loaded and I also kinda don't want to ever be homeless but it seems like an obligatory experience if you live in USA. So I have to ask. How do you do it? How can a Brazilian who wants more find a place in the world? I'm white and my parents went to college and have enough money to send me to a private high school and this was supposed to make all the doors open for me but really? I can only see the closed ones. And I know I shouldn't complain because it would be 100000% harder if I was black and poor but honestly right now I'm kinda hopeless. If I could choose what country to be born in, I would always choose Brazil, but I feel like being a Brazilian keeps me from being someone.

Shit girl, I get you. It was one of my earliest dreams to be a writer, too. And this might not be super motivational, but I haven't made it, lol but like i'm 24 so no big deal about it either. I mean, I still write my stories every now and then, but being a writer does take a LOT of effort and energy and especially at the times when I hit depressive episodes it was hard to put in all that effort. Luckly for myself I've been granted a head that is happy doing lot's of different stuff, so I've changed paths without it taking a big toll on me and decided to go into the movie/tv bussiness. First I was about to try scriptwriting but I learned scriptwriting takes a fuckton of techinique to learn and I'm not good at it (yet). So i'm more into production and other media areas (and it might be a bitch but there's always social media work around even if it sucks). And I mean, the movie/tv bussiness is also shitty and has huge amounts of competition AND is better in countries I dislike too, but in my head it felt "safer" cause it offers "secondary" jobs that will always be there. But like, that was what I thought at 17. Now I know that every profession has these jobs, you know, not the "dream" jobs, but the decent jobs around the area. So first thing I'd do if I were you would be to do some research in related areas. Like, I don't know, working on magazines as an editor, or journalism, or text review, or even social media work in the writing area (plenty of blogs and SEO to adjust out there), or publicity writing (someone is always hired just to write slogans and texts for billbords, you know), or even scriptwriting as I tried. It's not that you HAVE to follow any of these, but knowing that you could fall back upon any of these professions or work them part time while trying to write your books might give you some peace of mind to give it a try. Second thing I would do is to do more research on brazilian writers, because there are plenty. Yeah, not all of them are Paulo Coelho, but you don't have to be to be able to make a reasonable living or even to keep writing as a part time profession. Find those authors, follow them on social media, ask questions!! Most love to answer when they have time. But what I won't tell you to do is to stop writing, cause if there's one thing I know is that the only way to get better at writing (and ergo have more chances of succeeding) is to keep writing. And look, i'm not telling you this is by any means an easy field, or a regular job, and it's 100% okay to give up if you prioritize these things in life (i'm serious, mental health and peace of mind come first and there's NOTHING wrong with picking a profession that allows for these if that's the case), but what I know about most people that have an undeniable passion for doing something creative and pick something else without being really sure about it is that they always regret it. Most keep getting sucked back to it or end up miserable because they really wanted to be doing something else. So if it's your only dream, you passion for life, girl, you're super young. Your parents can give you a small headstart for a few years (aka you don't have to worry about getting any job in any field just to get by for now). So give it a try. Search the field. Try to put something together. Worst case scenario, you still learned something. It'll land you somewhere. Might even be a good place :)

[prorevenge]

Pass me for manager promotion and hire your useless credit stealing friend, i'll destroy your career.

Long story TLDR at bottom.

So this is not my story (got permission to post from the prorevenger himself) but due to nature of events i don't mind my account being made into a sacrificial lamb if it got back to people involved as my account is essentially expendable.

So the story, dave (not real name) has been working for an I.T programming company for just over 9 years, getting a good rep as a hard worker and all his colleagues knew him and can trust him to be a big help in times of trouble, like during big difficult projects for major clients.

Daves manager (john) was planning to retire and thought dave would be a good replacement so put his name forward as a recommendation and started showing him the ropes of his potential new job just to give him a glimpse of what he may be asked to undertake. A month later john puts in his notice of retirement and dave's department manager (michael) starts the interview process.

Some character info. whilst john was a good manager, very people friendly, michael was not. All michael cared about was numbers and reports, he didn't even know who most of his staff was nor did he have very much interaction with them.

Back to story, michael had started the interviews to fill john's position, dave being one of the interviewees and dave thought the interview went really well. A few nervous months later michael announces the new manager, it's an outside employment not an internal promotion. Dave was disappointed but brushed it off as "there is always someone better for the job", but in less than a week he realised just how wrong he was.

The new manager (darren) was below useless, he didn't know how to spell 'computer program' let alone write one, turns out he was old friends with michael and michael had helped him fabricate his resume to get him the job. The news quickly spread to all the programmers but there was nothing they could do as michael was the person all complaints had to go through and he buried all of them. So noone above michael knew of darrens incompatents.

Darren from day one had been pushing all his work on to others and then claiming credit for the work they had done getting bonuses for completed work he didn't deserve, darren spent his days watching movies, napping, playing games anx occasionally pretending to be a manager when the need arose but never wrote a single line of code. After 3 months of this the extra work load was starting to effect dave and others but talking to michael would do nothing so dave devised a plan to sort it out.

Time for the pro revenge, dave had talked with all the other programmers and agreed next time darren pushed a major project onto them to purposely sabotage the work, not in a big way just enough to cause some bugs and glitches that will really light a fire under michael and darren. It took about another month but a really big project came in, immediately darren started pushing his work onto others and stealing credit so the plan was put into action. It was easy to accomplish, especially as darren had no clue about coding and michael didn't care as long as the project was done in good time.

The project was done, saved and sent to the client with almost all of the major work credit being stolen by darren, it took less than 2 days for the client to call back complaining about how the new program has damaged his systems and was wrecking havoc on his company, the client wanted it fixing and a full refund. The bosses were pissed at michael, michael tried to shift the blame onto darren, darren tried to shift the blame onto the programmers, dave and the programmers just pointed out the program wasn't their project and denied any involvement in it's development, which brought the attention back to darren.

The fallout. with the bosses coming down on darren for what happened he confessed he lied on his resume and he ratted out michael about how he helped him fabricate it. Dave and programmers denied any wrong doing just stating darren must of damaged the program some how, Michael and darren were promply fired and replaced, dave and the rest fixed the "errors" that "darren" had created and the client was happy.

In the end dave didn't get the promotion but left the company a year later for a better job.

TLDR department manager hires useless credit stealing friend as manager, programmers sabotage big project, both managers get full blame and are fired.

(source) story by (/u/Deadlock1989)

[kimnamjooonz]

Blank Space - Chapter 15

New Romantics

Songs Used In This Chapter:

New Romantics - Taylor Swift

I Want To Break Free - Queen

Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy - Queen

Fat Bottomed Girls - Queen

'We are bored, we are so tired of everything, we wait for trains that just aren't coming. We show off or different scarlet letters, trust me, mine is better. We are young, but we're one the way to ruin, we play dumb but we know exactly what we're doing. We cry tears of mascara in the bathroom, honey, life is just a classroom.''

Los Angeles

Morgan's time in L.A went in a completely unexpected way as what she had imagined but for the better, and she was thrilled about it.

She and Taylor were on the terrace of a trendy coffee shop informing everything that had happened to an astounded Lucas.

''There was no audition. They literally went ahead and offered me the role. One of the casting directors basically begged me to do it.''

''And did you accept it?'' Lucas asked with eyes wide open.

''Of course! This is my dream come true, Lucas!''

He looked confused for a moment as he had no idea what dream role Morgan had got. And only God knew how many dream roles Morgan had.

''And may I know that dream role of yours you just got?''

''I can’t say it out loud.''

Lucas almost laughed. He knew it was not Morgan's fault. She was probably told not to say a word to any living soul. He wondered if she was cast to Game of Thrones or Marvel. Those guys were known to be secretive as hell. Or maybe she had landed a role in Star Wars or the DCEU.

''Who are you playing? Lord Voldemort? I swear that if you have Sebastian Stan as co star again, my head is going to snap in half.''

''Ha, ha, very funny'' she said with sarcasm. ''But I admit it'd be fun to play Voldemort. Okay, I can't say it out loud but I'm going to write it down.''

She grabbed a napkin and a pen that she had in her purse and started writing something. Taylor rolled her eyes at how silly Morgan could be.

''Here it is'' she handed the napkin to Lucas who read it, his face slowly turning from sarcasm to amazement.

''Oh. My. God. No wonder they are secretive.''

''Destroy the evidence.'' Morgan insisted, making Taylor laugh at how extra she was.

Lucas tore the napkin in little pieces.

''How did you got that role without even auditioning?''

''I don't really know.'' she was genuinely honest about that. ''But I'm not complaining. Well, we have two days for us in L.A. We have to do something.''

''First of all, there's something else...'' Taylor started and Morgan's spirits fell.

Maybe Sebastian was in L.A and she had to meet him for something she didn't know, completely ruining the 'let's be apart from each other challenge' Morgan had invented without his knowledge. And make him wonder where she was and what she was doing was giving results.

''If Damien wants to send Sebastian and I to go to Disneyland to kiss with fireworks at the background, he can save it because I'm not going to do it.''

''It's not that but it's admirable how fast you thought about Sebastian Stan.'' Taylor teased and Morgan rolled her eyes.

''Very funny. I'm used to his plots to get us together so nothing surprises me anymore.''

''Whatever'' Taylor rolled her eyes this time. ''It's not that what I wanted to tell you. IMG Models called me this morning.''

Morgan's face lit up.

''Please tell me that they want me to cover British Vogue.''

''Yes, they called me while you were in Toronto. I think I forgot to call you after everything that's happened.'' Morgan's face was really ridiculous at that moment. ''They want you to cover the January 2019 edition and they want you to be an snow angel or an snow queen for the photoshoot.'' Morgan looked elated, even though that wasn't what Taylor wanted to say to her. ''But... why they called was because apparently Victoria's Secret has been hearing your fans demands and now they want you to walk in the show.''

''WHAT?'' shouted Lucas, almost chocking with his coffee.

''Are they on drugs?'' asked Morgan. ''They are really going downhill if the want to hire an actress that doesn't know anything about walking on the runway, only for views.'' Morgan rolled her eyes, not taking the Victoria's Secret proposal really seriously.

''Well, they have Kendall Jenner who has less facial expressions than a rock. Without counting that you, me and Sebastian Stan in The Winter Soldier movie have better walks than her'' said Lucas with all honesty.

''And that's correct'' said Taylor who seemed to want Morgan to walk in that show. ''You should totally do this''

But Morgan had already taken a decision.

''No.'' she simply said.

''WHAT'' Lucas shouted again.

''Morgan, please'' begged Taylor.

''No. I don't want to. I'll have to work out and go on a diet and believe me, I don't want to do that.'' she bit the croissant that she was eating that was delicious. The thought of not eating them for a while made her heart ache. ''They should hire a real model instead of me. They are hundreds of them lining up to be the next Victoria's Secret angel.''

''PLEASE, MORGAN!'' shouted Lucas and Taylor at the same time.

''You can be the next Angel. Alessandra Ambrosio retired. Adriana Lima is retiring this year. Only Candice is left from the good old days. You can be the next iconic Angel because you have charisma, elegance and fierceness.'' said Lucas.

Morgan still looked impassive, eating her croissant with all the calm in the world.

''No.'' she simply said. ''Being a Victoria's Secret Angel was never among my dreams. But... maybe I'll do it next year, if I want and if they have Taylor Swift performing at the show.''

Taylor was desperate.

''I'm sure that if you say yes they'll get you Taylor Swift, the fantasy bra, the Swarowsky outfit, a crown, you opening and closing... anything you want. Morgan, please, just imagine Sebastian's reaction''.

Morgan almost choked with the croissant.

''And now I'm even more convinced that I shouldn't do this. You're dead wrong if you think I'm doing something only to please Sebastian.''

In a very bad temper, she stood up and left.

Annoyed, she walked towards the coffee shop's bar only to find non other than Chris Evans there. It was almost funny.

''How little is the world'' he mumbled when he saw her.

''In L.A do you find random celebrities in coffee shops?'' she asked with her eyebrows raised. ''Because in New York I haven't met any in a normal environment. Well, maybe Sebastian. But... I don't really want to mention Sebastian'' she sat beside him.

''Yes. You meet random celebrities in the streets here. Once I met James Franco in the bathroom of a McDonalds. But in my case I just left Dodger for a grooming at the vet in the front.'' he pointed to a vet shop at the front of the cafe. ''I'm just waiting for him and then I found you. And how are you? What are you doing in L.A?''

''I got offered a project. I can't tell you about it if I don't want to be fired from it''

''I know all about secret projects. You're talking to Captain America.'' Chris doubted if he should ask the next question but he did it anyway. ''And... how is Sebastian?''

Morgan just shrugged her shoulders.

''It's been messy, I'm not going to lie.'' she could talk to Chris with honesty as he knew that there was funny business between she and Sebastian. ''I'm sure for him this is pretty confusing to. I think I've messed up his world.''

''You totally did. And not only his world but the whole world''

Morgan had to admit that he was right. And she actually liked that. She was only scared that the whole fame think could backfire someday.

''Victoria's Secret contacted me to walk in their show'' she suddenly said.

Chris muttered a small 'wow'.

''And... what did you say?''

''No. I don't think I'd be any good. Not this year, at least. If they ask me again next year, which I doubt, maybe I'll think about it.''

''I think you'd be good. I watched that show a couple of years ago and the models were beautiful but the lacked charisma, something that you have in great quantities. And I think you'd enjoy it.''

''Really?'' Morgan was intrigued why Chris thought that she'd liked to walk around in underwear and a pair of wings.

''Yeah. People looking at you, the camera fixed on you, the flashes, the felling like you own the world... yeah, I associate these kind of stuff with you.''

''So, you're saying that I like attention?'' she asked with raised eyebrows but not at all offended.

''Yes. But you're not desperate for it. You like getting the attention you deserve. That's why you turned Victoria's Secret down. Because you think that a real model should have been called instead of you.''

''How are you so good at reading people?'' she asked. ''Do you have a superpower? Dammit.''

Chris laughed, with his typical movement of placing his hand on his chest that she had seen so many times before, in her fangirl days.

''No, but you're easy to read. Just like Sebastian. You two are soulmates, I'm not joking.''

Morgan rolled her eyes.

''I bet you are, Evans''

Chris was about to laugh when an alarm on his phone sounded.

''Gosh, I have to pick Dodger up. Will you come with me? Then we can just walk around, have some fun. What do you say?''

Morgan liked the idea but she was totally sure that they were going to be pictured together and dating rumous would fly. And she wasn't interested in being romantically linked with Chris Evans even though she knew it was inevitable if she wanted to spend some time with the guy.

And it was all fun and games to hide from Sebastian but being romantically linked to someone else wasn't the best idea. She wasn't interested in making Sebastian jealous as she knew that it was a stupid move.

Her brain was working at full speed and she almost jumped when she got the solution. She slowly caressed the chain of the necklace Sebastian had given to her. She always wore it under her shirt but this time she took it out to make visible to everyone to see.

It was inevitable that there were going to be pictures of her with Chris but she also wanted to send a message to Sebastian. Something like 'Hey, I'm wearing your necklace in public. You're the only one that I want.' She just hoped that Sebastian got the hint. If he didn't, he was an idiot.

''Let's go. To be honest, I don't really want to spend my evening with my team trying to talk me into walking at that goddamned fashion show. And I also want to meet Dodger.''

Chris opened the door for her and together they stepped outside.

New York

Sebastian was spending his evening

 with Florence and for once, it was actually being kind of fun. It was as if the absence of Morgan from New York had lifted a weight from his shoulders.

For Florence, it was as if the sun was shining again, without the stormy presence of that woman. She was praying that somehow Morgan fell in love with Los Angeles and decided to stay there forever. However, she still had some more months in New York, at least until she finished filming with Sebastian.

''I can't cook, so we should ask for take out.'' said Sebastian, who was rumbling into the almost empty cupboards of his kitchen. He seemed to only have bread, that looked as it was there since his Gossip Girl days, and a almost empty pot of Nutella. Classy.

''Chinese?'' she proposed.

''I was thinking about Italian.''

As none of them could agree in what to eat, they ended up eating some fast food from McDonalds.

For some reason that Sebastian didn't know, Morgan was back into his head. He was wondering what was she doing in L.A and even considering calling her. That was probably useless because she was not going to answer.

They were watching some random movie and that was the only thing that was interrupting the silence. However, none of them were very into the movie.

Sebastian was thinking about Morgan and Florence was glancing around Sebastian's living room with her eyes fixed on a picture of him sandwiched between Nicole Kidman and Morgan Llewellyn in the last Toronto Film Festival.

''Do you want tea? That's something I have and I know how to prepare''

Florence appreciated the enthusiasm with he was saying those words.

''Do you have honey? Or milk?''

The smile on Sebastian's face fell.

''Well... no... but I can do a quick shopping at the shop across the road.'' he kept fumbling in the cupboards. ''Hell, I don't even have sugar...just, please give me five minutes.''' and he left the apartment running.

Once Sebastian left, Florence was free to fulfill her own curiosity. She grabbed her phone and searched for Morgan's Instagram account. It wasn't as if she cared about her life but she needed to know to what extent she publicly cared about Sebastian.

It seemed that nothing at all. She scrolled throughout her feed only to find selfies, photoshoots and pictures with her famous friends. She had even cropped out Sebastian from almost all of the pictures taken in Toronto, except the one with him and Nicole Kidman, the same one that Sebastian had hung on his wall.

She couldn't resist talking a look at her tagged pictures and she didn't know how she ended up at the Morgan Llewellyn Updates account.

The first update was about Morgan being considered for the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show. What did the Victoria's Secret executives had in their minds at considering Morgan? Did they want to turn it into the Morgan Llewellyn Fashion Show? They basically wanted to sell their souls to the devil (Morgan) for views.

But Morgan had rejected the offer with the excuse of having 'scheduling conflicts'. However, she had left the door opened for next year. So, if the show's rating flopped, Morgan was still there.

Florence looked at the next update and almost dropped her phone to the floor. There she was, as beautiful as always, rocking a chill and simple outfit with high heels and walking round the streets of Los Angeles with no other than Chris Evans and his dog.

Florence wanted to sing and dance. She could swear that a victory song was playing in her head.

She was crossing fingers for Evans and Llewellyn to fall in love, get married and live happily ever after in his big Los Angeles home with her cat and his dog. They for sure made a beautiful couple.

But deep inside she knew that this was never going to happen. Morgan Llewellyn seemed to like ruining people's lives and she had many months ahead of filming with Sebastian. And the whole world was rooting for them to be together. And Morgan liked to please her people.

''Why do you look so happy?'' Sebastian asked when he got back with the groceries.

''Found some good news. You'll like them too.''

She handed Sebastian the phone with a big smile on her face.

It took Sebastian a couple of seconds to recognize the people on the picture, but when he did he felt a ugly sensation in his stomach, something that felt like a pang in his chest and for a moment he felt as if he was breathing shattered glass.

So Morgan and Chris, eh?

He just wanted to fly right then to L.A and interrupt this whole sham or at least call Chris to stop doing whatever he was doing with Morgan. But then he noted something he hadn't before. He zoomed on the picture and could clearly see the star necklace he had given to Morgan hanging from her neck.

He stated laughing, leaving Florence utterly confused. But Sebastian was just admiring Morgan and being thankful to Lucas Williams.

Morgan knew what she was doing. Yes, she was having fun with Evans but at the end of the day, she was wearing his necklace in public, and she knew perfectly well that it was going to mean a lot to Sebastian. It wasn't a coincidence. Maybe to the general public it was a little detail about Morgan Llewellyn having a necklace. For Sebastian the gesture shouted 'Hey, I'm with Evans now but, it doesn't mean anything.'' Or that was what he hoped.

''You minx'' he mumbled looking at the picture. ''I know exactly what you're doing and I love you for that''

''Excuse me?''

Sebastian had absolutely forgotten about Florence's presence.

''Ummm... this doesn't mean anything. It's just a bet between Morgan and I about who gets to sleep with Evans first''

He felt that somehow he was making things worse.

''WHAT?''

''It's just a joke'' he explained. ''We all know that Morgan is going to get it first.'' he prayed, with all his heart, to be wrong with his statement.

''So you want to sleep with Chris Evans?''

''Who doesn't...''

Sebastian was just absentmindedly answering because all his attention was on the comments of the picture.

He could read stuff like 'Chris and Morgan outsold.', 'I'm all about MorganStan but Chris and Morgan are also hot as hell', 'Chris, I love you but I need you to get away like right now', 'Chris Evans, stop making holes in my ship!', 'If Seb and Morgan become another case of Kate and Leo and they never date and she marries Evans instead I'm flying myself off a cliff' (same, girl, same, Sebastian thought), 'Why is everyone blaming Chris Evans for wanting to sink the MorganStan ship when Florence is literally right there', there was even a reply to that comment that went by the very harsh words of: 'Because Chris Evans is actually relevant.'

Those people were nuts but Sebastian found himself agreeing with many of them.

''So are you going to say something?'' Florence demanded.

''Don't worry, it's just a joke between actors, nothing serious, I was juts me... WHAT THE HELL''

''What now?''

But Sebastian wasn't listening anymore. If he though he had never worn that necklace in public... well, he was wrong. he was just finding out that he had let everyone see it at a Comic Con in Houston, not long ago. And someone else had noticed and posted his picture next to Morgan's with the caption 'If this is the same necklace I'm fainting.'

And people had got on board with it. 'Morgan and Seb wearing matching jewellery, I'm living for it.' and 'This reminds me of Taylor Swift and Harry Styles paper airplane necklace situation in 2013 and I'm having an stroke right now.'

Yeah, and he was too living for it. He sent a text to Morgan saying 'I got your message.' And for the first time in days Morgan replied with a simple winking emoji.

Los Angeles

Morgan and Chris had made it to his beautiful house without any inconvenience apart from a couple of paparazzis. She knew that the pictures were all over the Internet, thanks to Sebastian's message. She was happy that everything had worked out in the end.

''What do you want to eat?'' he asked her.

''If you're ordering food, always Italian.''

''I was planning to cook, but I guess I can make pasta.''

So he could cook too. And Chris Evans was right there demonstrating how much better than Sebastian he was. And Morgan was cursing herself because instead of choosing Chris, who was a dreamboat, she wanted Sebastian, who probably couldn't place a bowl of instant soup into the microwave.

''And I guess I'd sit there and watch because I can't cook.''

''I imagined that for some reason.'' he looked at her with a mischievous smile and she looked back at him with raised eyebrows. ''What I mean is that... I've been working with Sebastian for almost ten years and you're very similar to him. What is more, I've never meet anyone as similar to him as you are.''

''Really?'' Morgan looked at him with a confused expression.

''Yeah. I've seen that face before, believe me.''

It was not the first time that she heard that comparison. Taylor said it all the time (and she didn't see their similarities under a positive light) and even Damien Chazelle had mentioned it.

''Whatever you say'' she rolled her eyes playfully sat in the counter, facing Chris, who was taking the ingredients for the pasta from the cupboards. ''Let me put some music, please, to motivate you, so you can make a good pasta.''

''Believe me, Llewellyn. My pasta is the best.''

''We'll see.''

Queen was playing around the house and both of them were moving to the music. Chris almost burned himself for being way too into the song.

It was so incredibly domestic that Morgan was quite confused. They were dancing in the kitchen while he cooked (like in that awesome scene between Harry Osborn and Mary Jane Watson in Spiderman 3) and she could even see Dodger running in the backyard.

Morgan knew that she could have all of that if she wanted, with very little effort. But that was the thing, she didn't want to. She wanted the angry dumpster prince that couldn't cook to save his life, couldn't put his life together and had the special ability of making very dumb decisions.

Maybe it was because behind her beauty, talent and glamour, she was exactly the same. A hot mess.

Domestically numb? Check.

Didn't have a life plan apart from acting, being famous, popular and pretty? Double check.

Made stupid ass decisions that made no absolute sense? Triple check.

For a moment she was so caught in her own thoughts that she didn't notice that Chris was talking to her, thankfully about something that wasn't related to Sebastian in any way.

The day went by in a pretty easy going mood. Chris not only made really awesome pasta but he could also bake. He was a real life Prince Charming. And somehow Morgan still craved for Sebastian sassy remarks while eating pizza under a tree in a park wearing their expensive clothes. Why would she want that, it was a mystery. If Chris Evans couldn't take Sebastian out of her mind, she doubted that she could get over him someday.

They spent a very nice evening, talking about everything and everyone, eating cake and even playing with Dodger. It was perfect.

As the evening was turning into the night, they comfortably settled in Chris's comfortable sitting room, eating popcorn and watching Leonardo DiCaprio movies, with Dodger in the middle of them.

At some point while watching Titanic, that both of them had watched countless of times, they went back to the Sebastian topic. It had started with Chris commenting a funny anecdote on the set of The First Avenger.

''...I swear that he's the sweetest person on earth but that doesn't make him perfect'' said Chris. ''No one is, that's the truth. Sometimes he make that choices that leave anyone around him, speechless. Me included. Like dating that Florence girl for example... it's just... stupid. They have nothing in common. She's supposed of nice and everything but...' it seemed like Chris disagreed with Florence being nice. '...she's one of those persons that wants every person in the world to be nice to them, when we all know that life's not like that. She's the kind of person that complains to the manager when the Starbucks barista doesn't have pumpkin spice to her latte and ruining the poor kid's day''

Morgan wasn't even trying to hide her satisfaction. She had thought that Florence was a goody two shoes local like her sister in law Lila but no, she was one of those annoying persons who couldn't let other people live. No wonder Sebastian's fans disliked her, even though they didn't know what Chris had just told her. For now. She was going to find a way for them to know. Not directly, of course.

Yes, Morgan could be devious, selfish, a drama queen and even a snake, but she tried to treat people with kindness.

''That is... yikes.'' Morgan looked outraged and Chris smiled.

''Yeah. I met her twice and I didn't like her. And judging by your face, she's not your favourite person in the world and I sort of know the reason why.''

She didn't need to explain anything to Chris. She knew that he knew.

''Oh God, this is so messed up.'' he said. ''With this material I can write a romcom and you and Seb can act in it. Let's sum this up: you've loved him for five years without knowing him, then you meet him and you dislike him, then you love him again but this time you love the real person, but he has a girlfriend who you discovered just now that she's kind of asshat, and now, apparently he's in love with you too and if you two get together, the media storm may damage your careers. It's a mess.''

''When you say it like that, it sounds like chaos. Why is this happening? I don't understand.''

''Because both of you are chaotic. You are... well, you. And Sebastian relationship history is pitiful. If you two get together there will be even greater chaos or you two will finally settle down with each other. I'm quite inclined for the second option. I think you two are soulmates.''

That was the moment Dodger chose to get tired of the conversation and left the coach, leaving Chris and Morgan alone. If he could talk he would have cursed them.

''I'm going to get us more popcorn.''

While he was gone she had enough time to think about all the information Chris had given her. Her mind was already making plans. For a moment she had forgotten that she was relaxing on Chris Evans's wonderful sofa. It was like a dream.

''Earth to Morgan'' he suddenly said. ''I know you have a lot of information inside that head of yours but... calm down for a moment.'' he placed the popcorn bowl on her lap, leaving his hand resting on her arm. Morgan hadn't miss that detail, let alone when he placed his whole arm softy around her shoulders.

After an exhausting week, full of emotional turmoil and running away from the person she wanted the most to be near, she found herself craving this touch.

Yeah, it wasn't Sebastian (and to be honest, nothing compared to him) but... it was the best option after him, at least for the moment. Damn it, it was Chris Evans, prince charming in person, gorgeous and sexy as hell... but he also deserved better. He deserved someone with their head in its right place and that certainly wasn't Morgan.

''Are you up for a little distraction?'' he asked, with a cheeky smile but also blushing intensely.

Of course she was. Who wouldn't. But she needed to state the rules clearly before. Not for her sake but for his.

''I am. But only as a distraction.'' he smiled sadly at her words, perfectly understanding what she was trying to say. ''You don't deserve me, Chris. That's the sad truth. You deserve better than me. Someone who's not in love with your co-star, for example.''

With all the tenderness in the world, he traced her cheekbone with her thumb.

''You deserve the world. But... you don't want what you deserve. I don't know what will happen in the future with you and Seb, I totally understand that your heart is with him, and it will be there for a long time. I won't try to convince you otherwise. I'm just offering a distraction and some fun. Everyone needs it from time to time.''

His playful smile was really something else. And not even in her wildest dreams she had imagined that Chris Evans was, someday, going to offer himself so openly to her. She'd better take that goddamn chance.

New York

The day after the Chris Evans-Morgan storm, Sebastian was in a coffee shop, drinking a latte and reading the last number of Vogue, the one that Morgan had covered. A very old Taylor Swift song was playing in the background, back from the days when that girl sang country music. Wow, the past was weird. Back then hardly anyone knew him (people confused him with Chace all of the time), Marvel wasn't even a thing, Chris Evans was the last failed Human Torch, Morgan Llewellyn was a teenager who wanted to act, was stuck on a farm somewhere in Wales with another name and Taylor Swift sang country music.

Now the world was a crazy place. He was famous (even more than Chace), Marvel was the biggest franchise in the world, Chris Evans was Captain America and also a superstar, Morgan Llewellyn was everywhere, from covering Vogue to being the face of Chanel, and she was also getting a mysterious acting project. And she had shaken his world so hard that he doubted that he could ever be who he was before meeting her. And Taylor Swift sang pop.

He kept passing the pages of Vogue and reading some parts of Morgan's interview, the most interesting bits and the parts that he didn't know. And whoever that had shot the pictures had done a damn good job highlighting Morgan's spectacular eyes. Now every time he closed his eyes he had those purple-blue eyes engraved in his brain.

''Earth to Sebastian!'' it was his friend Charlie, the person he was waiting for and the only one of his friends who had agreed to meet him. Toby and Chace were working in some project he didn't know about, Will was tired of him after his latest Morgan related tantrum, Joe was in England having his superstar moment, Anthony was filming something somewhere and Chris was roaming the streets of L.A with Morgan Llewellyn.

''Sorry, I was... distracted.'' he didn't have enough time to push the magazine away from him.

''I can see that. She's pretty... distracting.''

''Wait, how do you know about Morgan? You've never met her.''

Charlie looked at him as if he was a five year old.

''Because, the only thing that everyone's talking about lately is her. Chace is his fan, Joe is about to tattoo her name on his forehead, Toby can't care less about you two and Will thinks that she's a life ruiner. Florence probably agrees with him.''

Sebastian knew all of that already. And, surprisingly, he didn't care about what his friends thought of Morgan.

''Who cares. She's just my co-star. Like any other co-star I had before.''

He didn't believe that himself and he knew that Charlie was not going to believe him.

''Wrong. You didn't fall in love with Margot Robbie or Nicole Kidman. Well, maybe with Chris Evans but... who wouldn't, man. That guy's a dreamboat.''

''I'm not in love with Morgan''

''And that is... wrong. Again.'' Sebastian blushed but didn't say anything. ''By the way, Toby texted me asking where we were. He says he has important news..''

''Wasn't he in Brooklyn auditioning to some mysterious project?''

''Ask him yourself...'' before he could say anything else, Toby was crossing the coffee shop, looking happy and full of life.

He was glowing for some reason Sebastian didn't know. And he was more surprised when he grabbed the Vogue magazine, that was still on the table, and kissed Morgan's picture.

''What the hell does this mean?'' Sebastian took the magazine from Toby's hands and looked at him with an angry frown.

''That your girl got me a role in a TV show''.

''What?'' Sebastian and Charlie asked at the same time.

They were both intrigued as to how Morgan had helped Toby and since when she cared about his acting career.

''Let me start... yesterday Morgan liked one of my pictures in Instagram because she follows me.'' he looked too cocky about that fact for someone that two days earlier wasn't very enthusiastic about her. ''So, today I showed up to the audition, I said my name and the Casting Director immediately asked me if I knew Morgan because she was liking my stuff on Insta. I said yes and they gave me the role, without having to do anything.''

That story didn't make any sense. The only thing Sebastian could recollect was that Toby had got the role only because she had met Morgan once.

''So you got the role only because you have met Morgan once and she follows you on Instagram?'' Sebastian questioned him and Toby just smiled, not ashamed at all. ''Nice display of your talent there. You could totally suck but they didn't care as long as you keep Morgan's follow.''

''Hey, I don't suck! And I'm also not a superstar like you are. I don't have Damien Chazelle offering me roles while I'm in the bathroom at the airport! If I can get roles thanks to Morgan, I'm going to do it.''

''Okay, that makes you a fame leech.''

Nor Charlie or Toby knew why Sebastian looked so mad.

''Stop, okay?'' Toby looked at him with a hard expression. ''No one is taking advantage of your girl. You can tell her what I did, if you want. She probably won't mind.''

''She's not my girl'' he groaned. ''And of course I'm going to tell her.''

Toby rolled her eyes and decided to change the topic.

''Have any of you heard about Joe lately?''

''Isn't he in London?'' asked Sebastian, who had been way too focused on himself and Morgan to care about his friend's whereabouts.

''Yes. Now he's hanging out with Rami Malek, who'll probably win an Oscar before you, Seb'' Charlie teased him. ''I think he changed us for Malek and some guys named Ben and Gwil or whatever is pronounced.''

''He'll be back when the buzz over his movie dies. And Malek may win an Oscar but at least I wasn't in Twilight like he was.''

''You're a pain in the ass today, Sebastian.'' Toby threw a napkin at Sebastian's face. ''I get that you're a bit cranky because your great friend Chris is probably having a very good time with Morgan right now. Or at least he had it last night, I'm sure of it.''

Charlie almost chocked with the muffin he was eating and Sebastian got so red that it looked as if he was going to catch fire at any moment.

''And I'm sure that what you just said didn't happen''.

Los Angeles.

Lucas and Morgan were eating some pizza in a simple Pizza Hut somewhere in L.A alone. This was not a conversation that they wanted to have in front of Taylor.

''Now, tell me because I swear I'm dying of the intrigue... did you slept with him or not?''

It wasn't hard to Lucas to draw that conclusion. Morgan had came back to the hotel at ten in the morning making a stupid excuse of staying at Chris's watching Titanic. Taylor believed her but Lucas didn't.

''Of course I did.'' she didn't even blush with that revelation. ''He was offering himself and I just said yes.''

''Just that? Are you two dating or something?''

''Of course not. He knows that... we're not for each other. He deserves better. At least someone who's not in love with Sebastian Stan. It was just a fun night, nothing else.''

Lucas was surprised that Morgan was speaking with such lightness. She had slept with bloody Captain America and she was acting like it was not a big deal at all.

''I'm tempted not to throw my diet coke at your face, Morgan. How can you? He's literally the perfect man, a hopeless romantic, a beauty, a generous, good man... and you're going to give him up for... what? Sebastian Stan? Who's not even single? Whose mind is literally a mess? Oh, please God, no. Tell me you're not doing this.''

''It seems like...I am.. Chris deserves better. I'm the worst thing that can happen to him at this point and he knows it. He really likes me as a friend but as a girlfriend he'd get tired of me in two months and I can't blame him. Sometimes I'm tired of myself too, believe me.''

Morgan looked sad for a couple of seconds but regained her composure.

''So, do you think that it will be different with Sebastian?''

''Who knows... but I'm beautiful trash and he's beautiful trash so... we kind of match. But now you have to help me investigate something that Chris told me about Florence.''

Lucas winced. That couldn't be good news.

''What are you planning to do now?''

''I'm going to tell the truth to the world.''

Lucas didn't know what Morgan really wanted but he was sure it was nothing good.

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#5

Everything that goes up, comes crashing down

Last Wednesday I quit my latest job. I don't regret this decision since I felt more of a servant and I was also catfished on this job by doing the tasks of a PA but without the title much less salary but the job I was hired for was something completely different. I felt great the moment I left the office from that job while saying the usual nonsense to my manager, like that it was a pleasure blah blah and had a good time the rest of the day.

I tried to concentrate on planning my moving into the new flat on Thursday (which is less than 3 weeks away!) by trying to sort out the transfer of my internet which is so dreadfully complicated and the company didn't do what they assured me twice they would do. when that didn't work out, I made a list of the basic stuff I'll need to get and checked their prices, and the total of the list just made me want to jump from the balcony. After this, I couldn't do any more grown-up stuff for the rest of the week and just wanted to disappear forever.

Later on, I received messages from my brother and friends at the same time telling me how they got this new thing and what other things they're planning on getting or did this amazing thing and at that moment it felt like they were rubbing it on my face and responded to them in a very rude way (and maybe it was also a bit childish of me) which they didn't deserve... It's just that things never seem out to work out for me and I wish they would... So, I've been on a self-sabotage spring (still currently am) and today I revisited a fic a started a while back and felt like sharing a fragment of it despite me saying I wouldn't continue writing it to basically just torture myself even more.

Dear Henry,

I don’t know how I should start… I maybe could start with saying that I’m sorry for running away when we met in the forest but it wouldn’t be an honest apology. I believe- no, I know, it was the correct decision. And here’s why;

Most of my days are bad, then I’ve got some very bad days, and few good moments in my life and I don’t know if that’ll ever change. One day you and Kal came around and I had this brief alien period of happiness. You might think that I got better while we were together but deep down, I knew I didn’t, and my old self would always be there in the depths of the darkest corner inside me. Good things rarely happen to me and when they do, the good part is fleeting and shortly after it all comes crashing down and everyone ends up deeply hurt. So, I ended it, ended us, and spare you any hurt and, especially, embarrassment. I prefer to sabotage myself, than letting others get hurt because I don’t mind, I’m used to it.

Henry… you deserve someone who is radiant like the sun, someone confident, beautiful, romantic, sensual, strong, healthy, whose imperfections just make them even more beautiful. Someone who doesn’t cry like a waterfall when they watch a Disney movie or a video about animals. Someone who won’t be an embarrassment to you when you’re in public with her or at an event, or when you introduce her to your family or the world. Someone, you can show off on an award show or movie premiere and shines like the sun. Someone who doesn’t resort to comfort eating over every little problem that comes across her life. Someone who will be the best and most caring mother to your children without fearing that she might transfer some of her fucked up genes to your children. I could list many more reasons as to why I’m not enough for you or anyone else. I’m too fucked up in every sense and way, physically, mentally, and especially, emotionally. There’s no way for me to win this internal battle with my demons, they’ve been a part of me for my whole life and I doubt I’m the one for you because I’m so so so unworthy of you and your generous and devoted love.

You come from a caring and wonderful family, a family who raised a wonderful man – a family I wished I had as a child. Maybe then I wouldn’t have ended up being the way I am now. Why would you want to surround yourself with someone like me? Besides, a relationship should be 50-50 but the truth is I’ll always need you more than you’ll need me; I’ll always depend on you more than you’ll on me; I’ll need more reassurance from you than you’ll need from me; you’ll always have to take care more of me than I of you, and most importantly I don’t know I’ll ever be able to love you as much as you love me and that wouldn’t be fair to you. That’s why I run, that’s why I left. I’ll never fit into your world, Henry, I don’t deserve you or your generous love. You should be with someone from your world… you’re this unattainable shining star who deserves another shining star, someone way better than me.

I just- I just thought you deserved to know why I left and have some closure. I want you to move on and be truly happy. I truly hope and know you’ll find the right person for you and have the family you always wanted. I’m sorry I couldn’t be that person for you; I’m sorry for hurting you like this; I’m sorry if I wasted your time; I’m sorry for everything…

Goodbye, Henry.

19 notes • Posted 2021-07-04 23:57:23 GMT

#4

I had the following idea coming to my mind.

Imagine laying with your back to Henry on the sofa and Kal at you guys’ feet watching horror movies on Halloween night. You’re both eating candy/chocolate, Kal gets some doggy Halloween treats too. Henry lays his hands on your round belly from time to time wanting to be close to their baby and your child is being quite the acrobat in there while the movie runs showing that she’ll be a big fan of Halloween just like their mama.

Also my idea for Kal’s Halloween costume, either of these👇:

22 notes • Posted 2021-10-31 18:03:31 GMT

#3

A sinking ship that’s burning Part II - Little sneak peek

I'm still working on the 2nd part and I'm not sure when it'll be finished. I’ve just too many ideas, little time to write, and I'm not always in the writing mood either. This 2nd part is already quite long and I even haven't gotten to the main part yet. Therefore, I've decided to give you guys a little sneak peek.

I moved closer to her, my chest almost touching her back, and started placing a kiss on every scar on her back while my hands caressed her sites, “love, you never have to cover up your scars or that body of a goddess you’ve got, especially with me. They’re part of you, part of us. They don’t make you less beautiful, quite the opposite, darling. They show how far you’ve come in life and all that you’ve been through and they also, show how incredibly strong you are. To me, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met with or without scars, with or without stretchmarks or rolls. And just we’re clear, I love every single of your rolls it gives me more of you to touch, to kiss, and to love, they don’t make you less attractive to me.” I heard her let out a soft gasp from those sensual lips of hers while I kept placing kisses along her back. My hands caressed down from her shoulders gently rubbing away the tension from them and moved them down her arms, up to her sides, and enveloped my arms across her body bringing her back to my chest resting my hands on her soft stomach.

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25 notes • Posted 2021-03-07 20:31:56 GMT

#2

What’s your type of man quiz?

Can’t really argue!!!! This is the type of man I want and need!!! 🥺🔥❤️🤤

BDE in this case is Henry’s KRAKEN!!!

Henry… love, where are you?! 🥺

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63 notes • Posted 2021-06-26 10:39:22 GMT

#1

A sinking ship that’s burning

A fleeting moment that never was meant to be.

Warnings: some little cuteness, sad, crappy ending (sorry). Not proofread.

Please don’t ask me what this is, even I don’t know what it is. It started at some point in the evening and I run out of ideas to write at 4am. Partially inspired in the song Dean Lewis - Half a man.

Maybe I’ll write a 2nd part, don’t know yet. Let me know.

She tried. She tried so hard. She truly did.

Some might think that she was stupid for doing what she did, for giving up. She should’ve tried harder, endure more, but could they truly relate to how she was feeling and how hard she tried and how weak she felt? That’s debatable.

All she’s known her whole life since she was a child was this feeling of uncertainty, this sensation of numbness, wandering the world like a lost soul while feeling out of place at the same time, incapable of understanding other people and why they did what they did, wondering why she’s here, what she’s supposed to do, where she’s supposed to go, why life and society made it so unbearable to let people just be happy…

She’d lay in bed staring at the ceiling many times at night wondering why she couldn’t be born with a life guide, even if it was a simple one? People say ‘it’ll get better with time, you’ll see’ or get biblical and tell her ‘God created you for a reason’, she’s been waiting for her reason and for it to get better for over 15 years… meanwhile her youth and the little beauty she had had both passed in the blink of an eye. They say ‘you’ll make a difference someday’ a difference in what and when and how? Then there’s love. Love… does it really exist? She’d often wonder if it was as cheesy as they showed in all those “love” films and how does it feel like?

The world is filled with so many wonders, yet she like many others didn’t get to experience even a fraction of them. With every passing day, every passing week, every passing month, every passing year she would lose a bit more hope and a bit more of herself. She embarked on a last journey, desperate to have an appetite for her life, wanting to marvel at something.

That’s where she met him, well them actually, at the park on a spring day while she was sitting at the foot of a tree looking everywhere and nowhere. A dog, an American Akita, jumped on her all excited and rested half of his body on her. She wondered why he’d come to her; maybe he sensed she needed some cheering up? Trotting behind the pup was a man calling a name, probably the dog’s name. Upon reaching the dog, the man attached the leash on the dog’s collar slightly scolding him for running away but one could tell that he didn’t really mean it. He sounded more worried than upset with the pup - he must truly love the dog. He lifted his head once he realised that the two of them weren’t alone and that there was another presence next to them. He lifted his head and sheepishly looked at her, giving her a beautiful smile radiating sunshine with blue sparkling eyes that could light the darkest path. He was saying something to her but she didn’t register it at first. He grew worried that his companion might have hurt her someway since she didn’t respond at first.

“I’m fine. He didn’t hurt me. Seems like he just wanted to explorer a bit on his own,” she gave him a comforting smile. “I’m relieved. I’m so sorry if he scared you. One moment he was latched to his leash walking calmly next to me and the next he’s running away chasing a squirrel and ends up crushing you.” She tried to reassure him, “it’s okay. He did scare me a bit when he came running toward me. I could see that he just wanted to play.” Time had passed and they kept bumping into each other at the park a few times before he asked her out. She was bewildered he would even talk to her a second time.

He ended up showing her a world she didn’t know existed, a world that exceeded her imagination. She started to spend most of her time with Henry and Kal, sometimes even stayed at this place. At first, there was no physical touch besides a hug or a kiss here and there but as time passed, this body language that was so alien to her intensified until one night it erupted into a volcano of euphoria she had only read about. He spent the whole night relishing in her, in her body, in the broken parts of her soul, and in her essence. That night was the first time she shed tears of happiness. They’d talk more and more about different topics even the most ordinary ones as well as the ones she had buried in the depths of her darkness. He told her about his dreams, of the things he still wanted to do, to see, to experience. The biggest dream he had was to have as many children as possible. She could picture them happily together, two sets of little feet running around the house, a little girl and a little boy full of cuteness and mischief alike. Both of them looking just like Henry with the same hair, eyes, smile, and charms but she couldn’t imagine what they’d inherit from her or if she should dare to dream having some of her own. She didn’t want her curse on any child, they’d only suffer like she did, like she still suffers deep down.

For a fleeting moment she saw the sun rays shine upon her, a world full of wonders. She wanted and tried to hold onto what he showed her, what he made her feel, how he made her feel but she knew deeply in that one tiny corner that never dispels entirely that she would never be enough for him that he deserved better than her broken shallow of herself.

So, she walk away from him, leaving him a simple note: I’m a sinking ship that’s burning.

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As an Asian and a major fan of the Jedi, I just wanna slap Lesyle Headland in the face. I'm so tired of ignorant Westerners (aka faux white feminists) like her and Kathleen Kennedy shitting on the Jedi. They're basically insulting and looking down on my people and their culture. I wish Kathleen Kennedy got fired. I wish that SOMEONE could hire an Asian person to direct the Acolyte instead of a white Western woman like Lesyle Headland. She should just go back to making a 3rd season of Russian Doll or whatever. Why is it SO HARD for Disney to hire Asian people to be in charge of a Star Wars series or movie???

The anti-jedi rethoric is very annoying and it upsets me that lucasfilm doesn't try (i might be wrong about them not trying but alas) to at least direct creators working for canon material to stick to GLs original meaning without the very prominent legends bias we know older fans have. You and everyone to whom this characterization is important (I'm one of them!) has every right to be upset about the things she said, but I just want to point out a few things:

We don't know how Acolyte is going to turn out. The statement is worrying but we've seen actors/directors say things in interviews that just don't reflect on what we actually get. (Favreou does this all the time) I say we wait. I'm not an optimistic but I think we can hold off saying it will DEFINITELY be awful until it actually comes out.

Again, it's very upsetting having yet another show trying to be "jedi critical" but I can't help but notice that Filoni, Favreou and multiple other writers have been doing it for years and everyone still watches and reads everything they put out. Not many people seriously call for them being fired. The fact that I've seen way more anger and aggressiveness towards Lesyle is... telling. Go all the way on the critiques of the material when the show comes out (I will) but don't be blind to the fact that she is one of the first openly queer women leading a prominent Disney production. There will be fans being awful to the show just because of it + Amandla's race and gender. Sometimes will be hard to tell which kind of anger someone is expressing but I'll highlight that is NEVER productive to side with bigots, even when you're rightfully angry for different reasons than them.

Which leads to my next point: we should be (I know we already are, just to remember the focus) advocating for diversity on the writing room. That's the space we have to a big cast of opinions and perspectives in the same project, while we only have one director/a few producers. And I think it's important to acknowledge that in that department they've already have gone really far just in the last couple years. We have Debora Chow. Diego Luna was producing Andor. Regardless of the end result, Lesley is an openly queer woman. EVERY SINGLE LEAD BESIDES EWAN IS A POC. This was unimaginable ten years ago. This is just a reminder to not let yourself fall in despair, we're getting there.

Kathleen Kennedy is incredible at her job. I'm not discussing her opinions because they aren't that relevant: she doesn't make any creative decisions. She makes executive and strategic ones, and Star Wars has put out more content under her administration than ever. She is one of the reasons it's so diverse now. Push for her to do better, to hire people who have a vision that aligns with what star wars is meant to be, but calling for her being fired is echoing the dudebros who blame her for every detail that aren't even under her control.

None of this erases the underlying racism in the refusal to understand Jedi culture, you (we) are rightfully angry, specially if Acolyte turns out to be exactly how she said it will. I just think there are more effective ways we can have this conversation and pressure Lucasfilm to do better than boycotting a show we don't even know if is really problematic yet, lest they decide it's easier to stick to the "standard" white straight male pov because it cuts off both the "wokenism" complaints and the ones that what they're doing isn't the right kind of diversity. (see also: target)