#treating other black women like attack dogs who can’t wait to take a bite out of anything dripping with blood

[tariah23]

I think she has more important things to worry about actually

[imagines4thefandoms]

The Man the World Forgot

Part 1

summery: Chris was living the life. He was a famous movie star with all of his films a blockbuster hit. Millions of people around the world knew his name; Chris was the most famous person in the world. But that all changed in a matter of seconds. When Chris wakes up one morning and the world has no idea who he is. Not even his family and close friends. Chris Evans no longer exist, or more exactly he never did. No one remembered him, no one except Scarlet. Scarlet McLaughlin was just a normal college student just trying to make it to graduation. She discovers that she is the one who remembers who Chris Evans is. Together they try and work out why the world doesn’t remember the movie star. Will they be able to fix the movie stars life or will he just stay forgotten in the minds of his loved ones?

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Chis Evans’ Saturday night was just a regular Saturday night while away for work: he called Scott to talk to Dodger, went for a quick run before eating in the hotel restaurant. He watched the couple sitting next to him celebrate something and grew a bit jealous. All he wanted in life to find the right person, settle down, and have kids. Chris just never met the right person.

After finishing his meal, the lonely star went back to his room to get ready for his busy day of shooting in the morning. Normally he would at least explore the city a little but he wasn’t in the mood to explore the beautiful Big Easy tonight. Before the elevator doors closed a pair of newly weds game in and were giggling in the corner. Evans tired to hid as to not draw attention to himself but the couple were too entranced with each other to notice that there was someone else in the elevator.

When the now suffocating metal box reached his floor, Chris exited and walked to his room wondering when he would ever have what they had. He kicked his shoes off as soon as his hotel door closed behind him and got ready for bed. Once he got in bed, he decided against watch tv and just let the noise of the city ease him into slumber. But before he could close his eyes, he saw a light streak across the night sky. ‘A shooting star’ he thought. Chris closed his eyes and made a wish.

“I wish I could be normal and find the love of my life,” he whispered before finally going to sleep.

At midnight the sky exploded with light. The entire city of New Orleans went quite for just a second then roared back to life as if being rebooted. Little did the actor know that his innocent wish full of love and hope had come true but has also brought a twist.

Chris woke up to his alarm blaring at six in the morning for his call time at seven thirty. He has awoken with a new cheery disposition than when he went to bed. Chris had a feeling that today was going to be a great day. He was about to call Scott to talk to Dodge and his brother but decided to take a shower first cause he knew he would be on that call for a while.

After his shower, Chris put on simple jeans and a t-shirt then grabbed his wallet and phone to head to set. The bipolar southern weather had subsided and left a nice cool day, causing the actor to decide to walk the few blocks to set. While on his walk Chris noticed that he was actually relaxed. There was no people with cameras following him nor fans stopping him for a picture. He chalked it up to people still being hung over from their night on Bourbon Street. Chris then remembered that he still has to call Scott. He took out his phone and pressed on his brother’s name in his contacts and waited for him to pick up.

“Hello,” Scott answered in a confused tone.

“Hey man, I just called to say good morning to Dodge. Did I wake you,” Chris asked hoping that he didn’t. He sometime forgot that not everyone is on his sleep schedule.

“Who is this,” Scott replied.

Chis laughed thinking that this was one of his brothers pranks or that he had woken his brother up and he was so fresh from sleep that he was confused. “Scott its me. Are you hung over?” Chris asked as he stopped at a cross walk.

“Hi me but I still don’t know who this is. How did you get this number? You can’t just call me to talk to my dog,” Scott said in a slightly irritated tone.

Chris really thought that his brother was milking this prank. Which was fine. “Scott already very funny its Chris. Your brother. Now can I talk to MY dog before I head on set.”

“Look I don’t know who this is but I don’t have a brother. Don’t call here again,” Scott said before hanging up.

Chis looked at his phone after his brother hung up just to make sure he called the right person. He decided against calling him again just to check up on him partly because he wanted to wait til he had a lunch break in hopes that Scott would give up on this prank and partly because he was at his filming location.

He walked up to the security guard and gave him a smile as he walked by, but the guard stopped him. “Name,” the guard asked.

Evans wasn’t use to not being recognized but he chalked it to being protocol. He gave the guard his name and id and waited til he check is clipboard of approved people on set. “Your not on the list,” the guard replied handing back the id.

“There has got to be some mistake,” Chris said slightly annoyed, “Im the lead role.”

“You are not on the list, which means you don’t get in.”

Chris was now more annoyed so he took out his phone and called his agent Charlie to straighten this whole mess out. Once Charlie picked up the phone Chris skipped the pleasantries and just tole him how he’s not being let on set and that he’s about to be late.

“Who is this,” Charlie asked after Chris went on his little rant.

“Charlie, its Chris. Chris Evans.”

“Um i’m not in the office today but if you make an appointment with my assistant we can look into maybe representing you. I don’t know how you got this number but i’m going to give you my assistant’s and you just make an appointment,” Charlie replied in a professional manor.

“Charlie. Im already your client. Did Scott put you up to this,” Chris laughed at the extent of his brother’s prank.

“I know all of my clients and a Chris Evans is not one of them. Im sorry I think you have the wrong number. Have a great weekend,” Charlie replied hanging up the phone.

Chris was starting to really not like this prank. He had to be on set in five minutes, but his anxiety of the whole situation was getting really out of hand so he went for a walk around the city. Then he will be late to set and Charlie will call him back to apologize making the whole prank thing to rest.

Even though the city isn’t at its bullies at seven thirty in the morning Chris couldn’t deny the cozy and exciting atmosphere of it. Once again on his walk Chris was not bothered by fans nor photographers and for a quick second he wondered how extensive was the plank his brother was pulling. He pasted a Café Du Monde and realized that he had planned on eating breakfast on set. This place was on a list of places Anthony had told Chris to visit while he was in New Orleans. These beignets were supposedly the best things ever so Chris took his friends advice and decided to have an order for breakfast.

He sat down at a table outside so he could still enjoy the scenery of the old beautiful city and waited for a waitress to come over. Chris was entranced by some street players when his waitress came over and greeted him a good morning. He looked over and saw a young girl about seventeen in white button-up shirt with black pants, black bowtie, and a long green apron. The actor braced himself for the questions and her starstruck demeanor.

“Are you,” she started to say as she grabbed her notebook out of the apron.

“Chris Evans yes, how are you,” he said expecting her question of a picture and autograph. But it never came instead introduced herself and told him she was asking if he was ready to order.

This took Chris by surprise. Usually you women this this waitress would be hounding him for pictures and autographs and question but she did. He wanted to chalk it up to her being professional but there was a tiny voice inside his head the told him it was something else.

“Sorry um ill take an order of beignets and a café au Lait,” Chris ordered thankful for the pressure from Anthony for him to pronounce every thing he is going to eat in New Orleans correctly so he doesn’t look stupid. The Waitress gave him a nod and a smile before to put in his order.

The waitress came back three minutes later with the coffee and a plate with three beignets. She placed the items on the table and gave him the line of ‘hope you enjoy’ then went back to work. After he took one bite, he realized that Anthony was right about how delicious these things were. Chris was about to text his friend about how much he enjoyed the fried doughy treat but decided against because he knew Mackie was in the west coast for his film and its six am in Hollywood, also he didn’t want to take the chance that Scott had gotten him in on the prank as well.

For the first time in forever Chris Evans wanted to be attacked by paparazzi  and to be swarmed by fans getting too close for comfort. So he did the only think he could think of. Once he finish his breakfast he paid and left a generous tip to the young highs cool student and walked to the place where he knew there would be people at eight in the morning: the Flea Market down the road.

Once he arrived to the Flea Market, he was overwhelmed over the amount of people there. Given that it was eight in the morning on a Saturday it wasn’t weird for this many people to be there, but the sight gave Chris a little bit of anxiety. He was starting to second guess being around so many people in this publish setting just to get recognized.

But once again while he was looking at all the different booths, no one stopped him, no one took his picture, and no one whispered about him behind his back. Chris decided to get Scott something from the flea market in hopes that it would make him fell bad for this prank; Chris had also gotten some souvenirs for the rest of his family while at the flea market as well. Once he was finished with his shopping, the actor headed back to his hotel room. He wanted to get some rest and just wake up from this horrible day.

On his walk back to the hotel, Chris thought that he should enjoy this albeit terrible anonymity he seems to have. He walked a little slower and just took in the sights of the historical buildings he was passing. And while he has heard Anthony complain about the streets being awful in the city he admired the imperfection of the cracks and the potholes, something that natives never have like.

He stoped at Jackson square and enjoyed one street performer groups’ show and looked around at the art work hanging on the fence. Some where simple and others where very detailed but all captured the story of the city that had persevered though many hardships. And after gazing upon what is St. Louis Cathedral, Evans really headed back to his hotel room.

This time the buildings were not the things that caught his attention, but the families that were out exploring the city as he was. One that stuck out in particular was a family with a small girl about the age of five who kept asking her father if they could take a horse ride. She was pointing to the white horse who was standing at the corner to the street waiting for the next people he was going to give a ride too. The father and mother exchanged looked and then agreed which caused the little girl to jump up and down with joy.

The sight made Chris’s heart swell. In that moment he didn’t see that family, he saw the family he hope to have in the future. He saw his littler girl jumping for joy over a horse while him and his wive looked upon her with such adoration. The family disappeared into the horse drawn carriage and Chris’s mind was back on his bed.

Chris was almost at his hotel room when he felt like he was being watched, which on a normal day wasn’t weird but on a day like today it was. He stopped and looked around him to see where this feeling was coming from. That when he noticed someone on the phone across the street staring straight at him. Chris knew that look on her face. Its the face fans get when they see him. This girl knows who he is. She is the only person who does. He knew he had to ask her why.

Part 2

[nanbas-noise-problem]

@guard-kotonoe

“I absolutely adore animals in general.” Kotonoe said with a grin of excitement.“and now I get to go tell my friend that I’ve finally seen him. Ya know, before he pulls me around the building looking for him again.” She said with a chuckle, the memory of when he did that amusing her.

Kotonoe closed her eyes and bit her lip, holding back a chuckle at the thought. “I feel kinda bad for him,” she admitted as she scratched her neck again. “But in sure I may have found it kind of amusing too, had I seen it.” She added, a jovial smile on her lips. “I guess he was pretty relieved to have seen the mystery kitty again though when he was in here. I would have.” Kotonoe thought of the scene for a moment, a smirk on her lips. “Actually, I may have been a smartass about it and gone ‘what cat?’” as I pet him. “… Yeah, that probably would have been my reaction to it.” She confirmed with a grin. “May have just curled up and cuddled the little fluff ball. Guard or not.” She added as she came back from her thoughts. She looked over to Mitsuru with a playful gaze and spoke “let’s face it, it would be well worth it.” she stood still for a moment before leaning down and petting Kuu again quickly, a small and content smile on her face, one that was easily visible.

“If you say so~” she cooed in a teasing voice. “It is pretty great though. How you are.” She mentioned, quick to explain her point simply. She stuck her tongue out at him again quickly as she pulled her hand away and slipped it into her pocket, forcing aside the jacket of her uniform. Suddenly she thought of something and grinned widely. “And before I forget, you’re not the only one with a tattoo~” this time she wasn’t referring to the markings on her wrist it ankles, not even the ones in her neck. But an actual tattoo she had drawn up to get. “But you’ll have to figure it out for yourself. Which shouldn’t be too hard, since the hint I’ll give you is a lot of people call me that.” She said, a grin growing mischievously wider. “And you can feel how you want about it. I’ll probably not let anyone else do that. Not unless they wanna learning to do everything without their dominant hand.” She said, a slight serious tone lacing her words. She really didn’t plan to let anyone else do that. Not without sparring her for it first. And she was pretty good at holding her own, she was sure of that…. Well, even then she wouldn’t let them. “She feel a little jealous if you want, I certainly won’t mind. They’ll get flipped soon after anyways. Either flipped off or over my shoulder, that is.” She said, going off on a small spiel. Her words were quickly followed by leaning against the door of his office, or rather the doorframe. One leg kicked over the other and her head tilted. “You used a line from a video game? I absolutely swooning?” She joked, adding her own layer of acting to make it sarcastically overdramatic. Though, she could help the small blush that appeared because of it. It was still cute to her regardless. Kotonoe caught him messing with the ring again and shook her head. He seemed to do that a lot, not to say she minded. “if you’re not careful you may bite it.” She joked light-heartedly. “Or someone else will~” she added in a low and teasing tone, trying her best to make it sound tempting without dying in a fit of laughter or flusteredness from her own actions. Though that was her reaction to him saying it was dumb- as she certainly disagreed with the statement- she pulled a small hand mirror from her pocket and handed it over. “Careful, you may get dusted with makeup when you open it.” She warned. Honestly, it was almost untouched except for when she went to building 3 or for very, very special occasions. She smiled through her embarrassment when he said he’d try. Though the moment he poked her stomach the guard desperately tried to stifle a giggle. Of course she covered it up with a small and drawn out ‘no.’ the last thing she needed was people figuring out she was ticklish on her stomach, because they went for her sides next which would earn her 'attacker’ a very different reaction in return. Sue stepped forward though which a chuckle, hoping she had hidden it well enough. “Well then, I guess we should go eat.” She said before adding on. “And I’m still paying too~” was all she could manage as she walked into the hallway. “I think everything about me is just really vocal though.” She admitted with a shrug as she turned to him. She shook her head and glanced back down the hallway. “You’re paying for cat treats yourself though.” She said as she swayed back and fourth on her feet. “I’ll pay for everything except your shopping list. So I’ll pay for your food.” She said, narrowing the list down. “ You have to spend some money.” She chirped with a laugh as she turned her back, ready to start walking down the hallway again. Already she could hear the food court calling her name. Sushi and coffee flavored milkshakes await. Caught off guard though she let out a short shriek. “Mitsuru.” She yelled in surprise, wrapping her arms back around his neck. She hadn’t actually expected him to do so and with a twinge of embarrassment she lowered her hat over her face, cheeks flushed to her ears and a small grin on her features. It wasn't​ that bad really. She tipped back the brim of her hat to look at him with hooded eyes. Even if her blush was visible it would only be for a short time before she went back to hiding. “We’ll have fun trying to explain why you’re carrying a flattered building 2 guard around.” She mumbled, tone playful but embarrassed. When she moved her hat back over her face though in a rather futile attempt to hide what kind of state she was in, she rested her head back against him. “At least I don’t have to walk there myself.” She mumbled against him as she grinned. Wiggling a moment before becoming content with how she was.

Mitsuru hold her close, enjoying the look on her face a lot. It was just too cute he thought as he walked down the hallway.  “I love animals as well, but Kuu is my favorite~ But when I would own a cat myself, maybe I would think different. Or a dog. Dogs are great too~ Or something small”, he was going on and on until he stopped himself with a grin. “I’m sorry, I could talk about animals for hours, you know?” He chuckled a little. „Seitarou was more than relieved to see Kuu. He really thought he was done for. And well, I can't hardly imagine how Hajime would react if Kuu really disappears. He'd be worried, I bet. Like.. really worried.“ When Kotonoe explained what her reaction would have been, he grinned even wider. „That's good! I should have done that! Why don't I think about such genius things?“

He talked more quiet this time, didn't want to cause her ears any harm because she was so close to him. He knew what impact his voice had. The broadcaster listened to her when she told him about her tattoo and his smile got wider. „I love women with tattoos“, he admitted. „And by what you say I would guess it's a hummingbird, am I right?“ He wasn't lying here. He really liked women with tattoos, piercings, colorful hair. Everything that made them special. He had enough of the ordinary girls in his school. Most of them were arrogant, selfish and always messing with him because he was different. But he got to knew a few girls that were special (Not in the way that he had feelings for them tho) and they were much nicer to him then everyone else. In his mind he tried to imagine where that tattoo might be and he almost didn't hear her next sentences over his thoughts which caused a rather confused look on his face for a moment. „I... think I just spaced out...“, he admitted shyly and embarrassed. That hadn't happen to him in a long time till now and sometimes he asked himself what causes that. Was he too focused on his own thoughts so he didn't hear when someone was talking to him? He felt like he was really rude right now and added „I'm sorry about that..“ When she reacted to him using a video game quote, he actually blushed a little. „What can I say, I'm a nerd“, he said with a grins. „And I swear, If I wasn't carrying you, I would now kneel down and kiss your hand for apologize, my princess~“, again his voice was over dramatic and teasing, even though, to be honest, they both knew he absolutely would have done that.

When she caught him playing around with the piercing, he just shrugged as good as he could with her on his arms. „I'll never learn. Once I swallowed a  piece of my piercing when I was messing with it. I learned nothing from it. Also I once bit my tongue ring when it was new. That was unpleasant. It was bleeding and I only could eat ice cubes the whole day. Also, the next day I was forced to eat something spicy... I regretted the piercing a little. But just a little.“ „And wait... who else should bite my piecing.... except when someone is planing on messing with me while kissing.“ The same moment he said it, he was blushing a little more. Even if it sounded kinda odd, the thought was exciting for him. He was rather sensitive at the spots where he was pierced in general.

The black haired man carefully took the hand mirror, what wasn't too easy since he already was carrying Kotonoe and he did his best not to drop her or the mirror. He managed to open it looked at it but when he figured out how red he was, he absolutely forgot why he actually wanted to take a look at the mirror. „Oh my god...“, he mumbled flustered and laughed. „I look like a cherry~“ He carefully let her take the mirror back. Sadly, he missed the opportunity to find out how easy it was to tickle her, but he took a mental note that she was indeed reacting to the poking. Maybe he'd come back to it later.

He almost reached the security check at the entrance of the headquarter as he let her down again. It would be too strange to walk through the security systems like this. And he would like to avoided even more attention from the security officers than he already got every damn time he had to go through the systems. As if they wouldn't know by now what was about to happen. But rules were rules and these guys were just doing their jobs. „I hate it...“, he mumbled while opening the belt he was wearing over the coat he was wearing. „Every time I'm passing that damn security gate it reacts. One of the piercings seems to be pure metal but I couldn't figure out which one it is so far...“ He was prepared for another discussion with the security officer today. While he was taking off his watch as well, he looked over to Kotonoe. „I never expected you to pay for my shopping list“, he laughed. „I wouldn't want that to be honest.“ His uniform looked a little strange without the belt and after he also removed his hat and the headphones he was wearing around his neck, it seemed like a completely different person was standing in front of Kotonoe.  „Please don't mention how strange I look... I once looked in a mirror like this and... it was a shock.“ He was being over dramatic again, it was obvious but still, he felt incomplete without the features he just removed.