#would they go for inviting this fan of an actor to their bed before they get the honour of biting the dust?

[abyssalaerlocke]

The tags 🤣

Cannot stop thinking about how much Gortash would probably enjoy theatre/opera since he seems to enjoy all aspects of high society except the other people in high society.

Kaidos hates anything like that. However, he either attends a show either because he cannot resist Gortash’s manipulative puppy eyes or because he said no but Gortash does not accept the word ‘no’ and simply whittled him down.

Naturally, they have a box to themselves. Gortash uses it as ample opportunity to have his hand idly resting on his partner’s thigh the entire time.

Gortash is enthralled with the performance; Kaidos is much more concerned with watching the crowd and scoping out possible targets for later.

If Gortash used those opera glasses, Kaidos is definitely telling him how stupid he looks using them.

Kaidos is doing every petty thing he can to make sure Gortash does not invite him again.

[heartfullofleeches]

Tsun Yan Camboy + G.N Loser Reader- [mdni]

A chronically online shut in and the roommate blessed misfortunate enough to bunk with them.

God - he can't stand you. How can you even consider yourself his roommate? All you ever do all day is hole yourself up in your room wasting the day away watching your favorite streamers and actors - and when you do leave, all you ever talk about is them. It's disgusting - you're disgusting. He should find another roommate and be done with you. There you go again babbling on about your fav streamer reading your message today .....why don't your eyes ever light up like that when he's talking to you?...

Your roommate eventually gets fed up and steals your phone while you're sleeping. What do they have that he doesn't? Granted, you had made a move on him when he first moved which he quickly shot down. Undressing him with your eyes, hurling disgusting flirts and taking any chance to grope at him in close counters. His heart leapt straight into his pants remembering the last time he accidentally left the door open a crack and caught you staring like a predator to prey - belittling him more to just a slab of meat. It made him sick... it made him feel desired.

All these creators on your feed. Your messages are nothing short of repulsive too. A little bit of skin exposed and you just couldn't help yourself. He could do it too. Better than all the little tramps that caught your eye. It would be easy too. Everyone always complimented him on his physical appearance anyways - always trying to offer him their couch while things with you were getting figured out when the only place he wanted to be was your bed.

He got to work as soon as he returned your phone - creating various accounts on sites you frequented and buying everything he needed to get started. He even obtained a gym membership to work on his flexibility and thighs which he later switched to home training as his popularity grew; giving you the middle finger whenever you inquired where he was going and made the indepth observation his ass had gotten bigger than you remembered this past few weeks.

It didn't take long for him to gain traction.

A lot of the things you enjoyed could apply to the masses and he put more effort into his research than anything he had prior - even just confessing his love. He wore the outfits you loved, spoke in the breathy tones you liked, and on those specially lonely nights - he spanned your messages with invites for his pages so frequently you probably wouldn't checked him out sooner if you hadn't thought they were bots. None of the fame, fans or money really mattered - until he saw that familiar name in his inbox.

"Hey gorgeous, loved your vids~ hope you would do me the pleasure of texting me back sometime."

And he did - everyday. You're such an utter mess when it comes to acting like a functional being it's no wonder you were blocked by a few streamers before he thinned the list out - but it was the cutest thing. He was jealous of his own self now for having your full attention, but the anonymity allowed him to do things for he normally wouldn't in a million years- like spreading his legs open on his desk and showing you what exactly your sweet, fucked up words do to him.

To combat the threat of you finding his identity he wears cute masks and wigs - eventually earning enough to rent a small apartment to keep you fully in the dark. You might point out a mole on his backside in the same place as your new favorite streamer, but a quick dick pic from said individual draws whatever conversation you started to a close. Always searches for your recommendations out of thousands when asking for input on his next fit/scene and calls all of his followers his subjects - while wearing a choker that says master on it. It's still a little irritating to hear you ramble about some bitch you found online - but being that bitch makes it all worth it.

"You should see dude's hips... I mean - the handles on this guy.... don't even get me started on the things he does with his tongue.

Your roommate scoffs and rolls his eyes - nursing a sucker between his lips as he hits order on the swim suit you suggested to him and sends you the confirmation email along with a good morning

[funkybarnes]

happy birthday, bugs!

pairing: actor!SebastianStan x bookstore!owner!female reader.

summary: Sebastian, as weirdly as it is, giving his career and your condition as a non-famous person, is your best friend. And today is his birthday. And you can't miss, for nothing in this world, the opportunity of being the first person to give him a little gift.

warnings: too cute, not much more than that.

trope: best friend to lovers. (possibly a series to be written in the future)

word count: almost 1K. (a little short, since is my first time posting a fic)

> means message sent from you to him.

< means message received from him.

a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO SEBASTIAN, this is my little gift for his fans and for him. I hope he's having the best day ever. Anyways, please feel free to reblog, comment and interact! I do not allow to copy, repost or translate this work. Also, I want to clarify that english is not my first language, so if you find any mistakes, bare with me.

The clock strikes midnight on a surprisingly warm night right in the middle of August when Sebastian was packing some clothes for the trip. Not a minute passed and he heard his phone making the sound he had chosen for your notifications.

> Y/n: "hey, are you at home?"

< Seb: "uhm, yeah, why?"

> Y/n: "are you alone?"

He looked at the phone with a frown, wondering what crazy thought was on your mind.

< Seb: "yes, weirdo, I am alone"

< Seb: "are you coming?"

> Y/n: "I was going to ask you if I could go"

< Seb: "of course you can, silly"

> Y/n: "good, cause I'm already outside!"

Sebastian took his eyes from the phone and looked at the door, and went straight to it. Walked a few steps to the stairs and went to open the main door for you. The image he encountered made him melt a little.

You were standing in the stairs, a little birthday chocolate dessert made from scratch with some candles on top in your hands, and when you saw him opening the door, you started to sing happy birthday to him.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you! Happy birthday, Sebastian! Happy birthday to you!" you sang with a huge smile on your face, and when he went down a little to blow the candles you stopped him. "Wait, I have to sing it in spanish too" you stated seriously and he laughed and let you go on with the show.

Once you finished singing he blew the candles and let you come inside. "I would have sang in Romanian but you know I don't know how" you joked while entering so he could close the door.

You gave him a big hug before heading to the stairs to his apartment. "Did you think that I would forget?"

"How can you forget?" he talked behind you, watching you as you opened his apartment door and let yourself in. "Thank you, Y/n"

"You have to teach me how to sing it in Romanian for next year, old man" you pointed your finger at him while talking after leaving the little birthday dessert on his kitchen counter. "How much is it? Like one hundred and two, right?"

He came behind you and shook your hair playfully. "Ha-ha, very funny, you're ten years younger, so I'm dragging you with me, ninety years old lady"

You frowned pretending to be offended as you watched him go upstairs, so you followed him, making your hair presentable again. "Hey, that's not funny! You wish you were a thirty year old woman!"

You heard him chuckle gravely, making your stomach flick a little bit, as he put some stuff in a suitcase. You took a seat on his bed following every step he made with your eyes. Before you could ask, he spoke, as if he knew what you were going to ask.

"Some friends invited me to a trip for my birthday, it's a surprise so I have no idea where I'm going" he laughed between words. "You think they'll kidnap me?"

You made a serious face and frowned, making a funny expression "oh, yeah, definitely, you're never coming back, bugs. This is the end of your era!" You threw a pillow from his bed to his head while laughing. "In fact, I think you'll be eaten by sharks and sea monsters. Worst one hundred and two birthday ever, and you don't get those very much"

He laughed loudly, coming to you with the pillow you threw at him in his hands, ready for the impact in your face. "Oh, shut up, you're so dramatic". He ran after you when you got up avoiding his strike, but he got you, wrapping you in his arms and dragging you with him to the ground.

You both laughed on the ground, a little sore from the impact, and ended up lay down, side by side, looking at the ceiling. A moment of silence later you turned your head to look at him. "You will have fun, don't worry".

He turned his head to you too, looking directly at your eyes, comfortable silence between the two. Then he took your hand in his and, as usual, you started to gently caress his, and his yours. "Yeah, but never as much fun as I have with you."

You turned your head to the ceiling again, trying to hide the blush in your face from him. He copied your action, but kept the caresses in your hand, bringing it up so you both could see the conjunction of yourselves.

As you both kept your eyes on the ceiling, breathing peacefully, time went by, the sides of your heads barely touching, closer than before.

"You should eat your dessert, I made it myself", you spoke a few minutes later, remembering the little chocolate delight you made this afternoon, just for him.

"I will, I'm just enjoying this" he whispered softly, almost closing his eyes and relaxing.

You doubted yourself for a second, but took courage after thinking twice. Then, you quickly got up, a little, just enough so you could gently put your lips to his, in a sweet but short kiss that he couldn't almost react to.

"Happy birthday, bugs", your whisper almost inaudible, just like your kiss, barely there.

[swiftgreatest]

Friends | Warren Rojas x Reader

request by two anon: "Hey could you do warren x fem reader with 2 and 4 please thx!!" & "Heyyy! Could u write 2 from the prompt list with Warren?"

a/n: hii guys!! I mixed up your requests because they were for the same person with the same prompt. I really hope u two like, tell me your opinion of this. thanks for ask. slightly inspired by the song "Friends" by Ed Sheeran

prompt: 2. “I’m dying.�� “You’re not dying.” and 4. “Fuck being friends!”

words: 1.5k

You had returned from the movies with your friends Eddie and Warren, by Warren's request you saw the classic Rollerball. In the beginning you thought it would be just you and the drummer, he invited you last night, but when you told your bandmates that you two were going to the movies, Eddie decided to go with you and Warren. Eddie is a good friend of you so don't worry about it.

You didn't know but Warren was bothered by this, he cared a lot about it, he had invited you and not the bassist, he wanted to go to the movies only with you, he couldn't believe he lost an opportunity to be alone with you, it was as if the universe was fighting against him.

Every time he tried to be alone with you something happened and was in the way, he was so tired of it, it seemed like you guys couldn't be alone for too long. You were in the same band and couldn't be alone.

"What did you guys do while we were gone?" You asked Karen and Graham. They stared at each other before answering.

"W-We wrote some stuff for the album" Graham stammered a bit during the sentence and you didn't ask anything else.

Eddie starts talking about the album with Karen and Graham, meanwhile you went up to your room. You change your clothes for something more comfortable to sleep in and start tidy your hair when you hear a knock on the door.

You open and Warren was there "What's up?".

"Can I stay here with you? the conversation is fucking boring down there"

"There's not a lot of cool stuff going on around here, but you can stay." He came in, and you lay down on your bed while he stood there staring at you.

"Come here!" You tapped the space between your legs and the drummer got the message. He took off his jacket and lay down between your legs, his back was on your chest and you put your arms around him.

You have been in this same position many times, when he needed to talk or relax he would come to you and you would stay like that for hours, sometimes he would smoke a cigarette and share it with you, you would talk about everything or just sit quietly enjoying each other's company.

This looks a little too intimate, but you were friends and friends acted like this, isn't?

"So what do you think about the movie?"

"The same as the last three times we saw him" You touched his hair, you love his curls.

"Pufff, you are very boring. This movie is a work of art, it gets better every time you watch it."

I'll agree, just so we don't start an argument here"

"Boring, Boring, Boringgggggg"

"You came to my room and called me boring?" You pretend to be offended "You are banned from my room sir! Please leave immediately."

You put it aside and got up going to the door as you continued your performance.

"Nooooo, you can't kick me out. I can't live without you."

"Yes, You can, go now!"

"I'm dying. Do you want to carry the guilt of letting this poor man die?" He always did this drama with you

"You're not dying, you're perfectly well" You went to him and pulled him out of your bed, you tried because he was so much stronger than you, so it only took one tug from him for you to fall into bed with him. "Heyyy"

"If you weren't a guitar player, I'd say that you are a good actress" He turned to you. Now you were lying on your bed facing each other, staring at each other.

"Oh, thank you so much my fan! You're so kind and a good actor too!! If the band doesn't work out you know what to do"

"Yes, You and I we'll go to New York and starting some musical show on Broadway"

You started to laugh, you loved spending time with Warren, it was always so much fun, he always made you so happy, you could spend hours talking to him without losing interest.

The laughter stopped and you stared at each other, you got lost in each other's gaze, it was as if he had bewitched you, you couldn't stop looking, his eyes, his lips, everything about him was drawing you closer, the same happened to him and when you realized you were so close that your noses touched.

"Hey Y/n, I got some new mushrooms, me and the boys we are going to use so I thought you-" Karen said while entering the room.

You and Warren raised so fast in shock and the keyboard player lifted an eyebrow in confusion, she couldn't believe what she had seen. The drummer left the room leaving you alone with Karen.

"So..? You guys are…"

"No! Don't say anything more Karen, thank you but I don't want mushrooms now" You kick her out of the room, close the door and go to the bed. You couldn't believe what almost happened.

You and Warren almost kissed, came so close, looked so right, you can't lie, you wanted that to happen. But how can you think that? Warren was your bandmate! Your friend, you were just friends, he saw you as a friend and that was it and friends don't want one or the other right?

– – – –

The day before was so strange, you felt strange, when you saw Warren at breakfast you didn't know what to do, you looked away as soon as he looked at you. You didn't realize it, but he stared at you all through breakfast, he couldn't help himself.

You and the guys in the band got together in the living room to write some melodies and lines for the new album, you knew they might not make it on the album but it couldn't hurt to try and you loved writing.

It took a few hours of this, you and Warren were apart and didn't exchange a word which caught Karen's attention, she hadn't forgotten what she saw yesterday and she knew how close the two of you were, so to have the two of you ignore each other's existence was crazy.

After some many songs and ideas your friends start drink and use some things, so you said you were tired and went up to your room, after what happen with Billy

You wish you could control yourself that way about Warren too, because it was messing with your mind, you couldn't feel it, you couldn't want him, he was your friend.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't even hear when someone came into your room and closed the door. "Y/n?"

Even with your back turned you recognized the voice, it was Warren.

You didn't want to turn around, because that meant you would have to look at him and stare at him, and you didn't know if you could control yourself. You gathered up all your courage and looked at him.

"Can we talk?"

"About what?" The drummer frowned his eyebrows

"About what?? Maybe about what happen last night with us"

"Nothing happened"

"Nothing happened?? Don't fuck with me Y/n! Don't lie to me, you know what I'm talking about" He came close to you "You feel this too and if it weren't for Karen you would kiss me, you can't lie about it"

"Warren please, don't make it worse than it is"

"Worse? I can't understand, I don't see nothing worse happen here, you want me and I want you to, and and that's what this is"

"No Warren, this can't happen, we're in the same band and we're friends"

“Fuck being friends!" He held your hands and brought the two of you closer. "You can't say we're just friends, friends don't treat each other like we treat each other, friends don't look at each other like this, friends don't share the same bed, and friends don't love each other like I love you.

He was exposing himself to you, confessing all that feeling he had held in his heart for so long. "Don't pretend you don't feel it too S/n, I know you and I know it stirred you too. Give me a chance to show you that I can be much more than a friend to you".

He was right, it's hard to admit that, but he's all you want since the beginning but try to put it aside with a friendship. But you two couldn't be friends, because as Warren said, friends didn't look at each other like you did, friends didn't share in the same bed, friends didn't love each other like you did, and friends didn't kiss each other like you and him were doing now.

– – – –

thanks for reading!!

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[parad-ice-lostandfound]

Prompt: "Happy Holidays/Merry Christmas. I love you."

Pairing: Vil Schoenheit x GN!Reader (with background RookVil x GN!Reader)

Genre: Heavy Angst, proceed with caution

TW: Major character death, suicide, heavy drinking.

AN: Its my birthday! I dont know why, but i usually feel terrible on my birthday, so I gave you guys the option of choosing between a happy fic for today, or an angst. You chose angst, so here we are. Please exercise caution before, during and after you read. If you or someone you know is having suicidal thoughts, please get in touch with professionals. You are loved, and will be missed, so please take care of yourself. If at any point you feel like stopping reading, please do. Your mental health comes before anything else. I hope you enjoy... Merry Christmas to everyone!

Vil sat down on his couch, sinking into its warmth with his fifth glass of wine in hand. Once upon a time, he would have frowned upon doing something like this. He was a notorious lightweight, and despised the headache that accompanied him on the day after.

But now, the pleasant buzz that the alcohol created in his mind was a welcome distraction.

Vil's gaze fell on the TV remote. He reached for it and switched it on, it's artificial light casting on his face and lighting up the otherwise dark room.

"And in other news, acclaimed actor and director Vil Schoenheit announces his retirement from the entertainment industry at the fairly young age of 34. A public statement was released earlier this month by his agency, right after the release of his latest film, 'Eternity'. This news has come as a shock to many of the star's fans, but-"

Vil tuned out the TV as the newscaster spoke of how well his last movie was doing in theatres and how everyone wished him well in the future. Words blurred into sounds and the TV screen into colours as he took another sip of his wine, closing his eyes as he tipped his head back on the couch.

His phone vibrated inside his pocket. Removing it, Vil saw a message from Epel.

Merry Christmas. Hope you're having a good time. Mawmaw asked me to send you this pic, and told me to invite you to Harveston sometime for some apple pie.

Underneath it was a picture of Epel and his grandmother in their kitchen, both holding a plate of said apple pie in their hands.

Vil smiled, then decided to check his other messages. A voice message from Jack wishing him Merry Christmas, a whole paragraph of text courtsey of Rook, and many more messages from his coworkers and acquaintances. He replied to every one of them, answering each with a thoughtful message that somehow his alcohol-addled brain could type coherently.

As lilac eyes wandered over his chat log, they caught one last message. It was from his manager. Or, well, ex-manager.

Vil.

In all the years I have spent managing young actors, I have not seen one as talented and dedicated as you. Not many spend their time honing and perfecting their craft as you do. It is a shame to see you leaving the spotlight so soon, but I know this is something you have needed for quite some time.

Take this time to take care of yourself, Vil. (Name) would have wanted you to. Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year.

Vil stilled as he read the last few sentences. "(Name)...".

The moonlight painted a solemn scene as it fell on the lone man, coloring his blonde locks an enchanting silver as he picked up his wine glass. He gulped the drink in one go, the slightly bitter liquid burning his throat in a familiar manner as he placed the glass on the coffee table.

Vil smiled, then tried to stand. The five glasses of wine had begun showing their effect, and he had to lean against the armrest of the couch to stop the world from spinning in front of his eyes.

Slowly, he made his way to the master bedroom. Upon reaching, he walked over to the bed, forgoing his usual skincare routine in favour of tucking himself in.

Vil sat upright in bed, eyes trained on the lone flowerpot kept at the windowsill. The lilies stirred ever so slightly under the light breeze coming in through the open window, as though shivering under the weight of his gaze. Gaze filled with profound love, and sorrow, and resolve.

"(Name)..."

Vil's voice was not more than a whisper, yet that one word uttered from his lips seemed to fill the silence that shrouded the room. He took a shaky breath, hand closing around the bottle of sleeping pills he had on his bedside table.

The clock struck twelve from somewhere within the house, it's soft sound echoing throughout. Outside, Vil heard cheers coming from people who were spending Christmas with their loved ones.

He looked back at the red lilies, and smiled. A genuine, unpracticed smile that had not seen the light of day ever since the love of his life died.

"Merry Christmas (Name). I love you."

Rook was a hunter, through and through. He prided himself on his observation skills, on his judgments. Usually, he could see things coming from a mile away.

He did not see Vil's suicide from a mile away.

The blonde haired man was one of the first to be informed of it, and also the one to whom most of his possessions were bequeathed to.

Rook did not care much for most of the things Vil had left him. He had also left him with a hole in his heart, and a permanent pain in his soul. Yet, as he gazed at the flowerpot with the red tulips in it, and the matching one with white magnolias beside it, he could not blame Vil.

Calloused hands trembled as they caressed the petals of the flowers. It felt almost sacrilegious to touch, as if the pure flowers were taunting him for the blood that stained his hands.

Tears dropped down onto the silky petals, clinging to them like drops of fresh dew. Rook's hands slid down to touch the flowerpots, where the letters engraved spelled out the names of two people he thought of as the very epitome of beauty.

The lilies grew on the essence and memory of (Name) Schoenheit, and the magnolias welcomed the ashes of Vil Schoenheit.

Red lilies: Eternal love and passion

White magnolias: Nobility and Purity

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[chocolatepot]

fic author Never Have I Ever: only one bed?

Do you know, I have 131 fics on AO3 and I'm pretty sure I've never written this! (Though in Mary Marchbanks, of course, Olive and Mary share a bed from the midpoint on ...)

If I were to write it, it would be a modern AU where Ed and Stede are actors from a popular sf/f franchise (inspired by recent SPN events) - Ed was initially a secondary character who fans loved so much that he became more central and then eventually the lead as the original leads left the show; Stede was a very minor character who got brought back periodically for some kind of shtick, like he's a wandering oracle who only speaks in rhyme and turns up very occasionally to flummox characters in episode B-plots. Their characters never appeared together onscreen and so they never really ran into each other on set.

They both do the con circuit, but still never seem to do the same ones - mostly because Ed only does the biggest cons and only one or two a year, while Stede works the circuit hard but isn't a big enough name to be on panels at SDCC and the like. Ed has actually never been much of a fan of his own show - he never watched it as it aired because it's boring as fuck to watch himself and the plots are pretty stupid. But then he stumbles on a recording of Stede at one of those tiny cons, and he can't believe how much this guy has to say about their ridiculous show. He looks up every recording of Stede's panels and he's fascinated by how much meaning Stede draws out of every silly episode, bad line reading, and plot twist that happened because of an actor leaving/a new writer coming on board/etc.

Stede gets invited to be THE guest of honor at a tiny con, and he's thrilled! At check-in at the hotel, he overhears a man in a baseball cap, sunglasses, and a huge beard trying to get a room and being turned down because the (also tiny) hotel is filled with con guests who booked ahead. "Oh, you can put him in with me!" Stede says, happy to be able to step in and save the day and completely not recognizing Ed. They start riffing and go off together before the desk clerk can ask if they want a cot as Stede's got a room with only a double bed.

It takes Stede an hour to realize who Ed is, and by that point they've become such friends that it feels like they'd spent years together on the show. That night, they go up to their room, laughing and joking all the way up the elevator, only to open the door and realize ... there's only one bed.

"I'll sleep in the tub," Ed says quickly, but Stede won't hear of it.

"I can't let you do that, you'll kill your back! If anyone should be sleeping in the tub, it's me."

"Nah, man, you've got a big day ahead of you, you need the rest."

In the end, of course, they share it. And it takes Ed two hours to fall asleep next to Stede, because holy fuck he's in love with this guy.

[lilunaire]

I'm dying for any ghostflower TWBOS content you have

Can u give us any teaser 🥺 pretty please?

(If it's not too inconvenient off)

TEASER 8 - CH.9 TIL WE BURN OUR SKINS

Hi anon, sorry for answering so late !!

Dont worry, I got your back now 😎 And since I'm so late against, here's two teaser for chapter 9 !

(side note : im so happy to have an ask you can't imagine-)

(teasers below the line)

Teaser 1

Four depressed teenage girls in their pajamas on a bed and a huge tub of ice cream.

They're watching a movie on Webflix, a movie that Margo chose ("It's not so bad," she told them.) And that was perfect, because at the moment, it was an average movie that they needed to watch. With this, they could continue talking while paying a little attention to what was going on.

It's hot in Mumbattan. The three guests each brought a fan, but it wasn't enough. Gwen didn't know she would need a seventy-centimeter-high pot of ice cream in her life until Margo told her it existed on her Earth.

Drowning your sorrows in ice cream, that's the ideal solution!

And by sticking your hands on it, you could be sure of being cooled off.

Gwen also had to admit that she'd seen… better than that. It was a film aimed at young adults (and to be completely honest, female young adults), very cliché and sometimes lame. Fortunately, the two main actors came to save the shaky scenario.

“Margo, I thought you said it was a good movie… Peni whined.

— Actually, I said “not so bad”.

— That’s not the word I would have used to describe it…”

“So, about your parents? Gayatri asked. How's it going?

— Still through divorce, but there's progress! If lawyers are right, just another month and it will finally be behind!"

With the divorce, Margo was already planning a lot of things: for starters, she will finally be able to invite her friends to her dimension without having to hide all the details of their visit. But also organize parties: Margo had parties in her soul.

Her mother was often away for work, and she intended to take advantage of it.

“Cool, I’ll come to squat more then, replied Gwen.

— Only if you bring cakes, it’s not open bar here.

— Deal."

Teaser 2 / CW : Implied nudity

Satisfied with her work, she comes to join him in the bathtub. He, in the meantime, had managed (with great difficulty) to sit down in the water. She comes to settle in too, pressing her back against the wall, which is still a little cold despite the scalding water.

When she opens her arms, Miles understands the message and comes to stick to her, letting her surround his body with her arms. He doesn't need to be asked to put his head back where it was earlier, that is to say against her neck, and once again inhales the comforting smell of peaches.

She lets her hands absently caress his chest and back, rubbing the bath suds onto his skin. He hums in pleasure and contentment, pressing himself deeper into her.

He knows he shouldn't. He had spent the last few hours trying to convince himself that he absolutely had to end this twisted relationship with her before it was too late.

But the feeling of her body against his acted like morphine, and he was addicted to it. He wants this moment to never end. He hears Gwen in the distance asking him if he wants her to wash his hair: that was probably a bad idea given the time. He would probably fall asleep with wet hair, and his mother would go crazy if she saw him do that, especially at this time of year.

But the “yes,” leaves his mouth before he can even form that coherent thought. She makes him to stand up so she can access his shampoos, and grabs the shower head, making sure to lower the water temperature to rinse his hair.

He closes his eyes, and he feels like he's falling asleep almost immediately. But he stays awake just so he doesn't miss what happens next.

IMPORTANT NOTE : hey people who actually speak english unlike me, would you mind helping me ? In Teaser number 1, i said "Four depressed teenage girls". So idk if it's okay in english, but since it doesn't work in french it makes me confused. I don't mean to say that they have depression, just that they're all in a bad mood (but i can't really write that you know ?). But everytime I try to translate it on internet, they all give me "depress". So if anyone can help me on this 🙏

[nitannichionne]

If He Was Your Fan (A Henry Cavill Fanfic), Chapter 77: Blue to Green to Blue

I'd had it:

"Why can't you understand what I am trying to do?" she asked me.

"Jared Oxfordshire is not just interested in a children's library!" I accused.

"That's all I'm interested in!" she cried.

"How about the dressage event?" he asks.

"How about it?" she retorts. "He asked if I was going. I said I wasn't sure. He said I should go—"

I snort at her.

"He didn't ask me to go with him! And I thought you would want to go with me!" she lets out a cry of frustration. "I don't know this world, what I'm doing—"

"You've been with me—"

"This is different!" she interrupts. "Different somehow. There are clubs I am getting invites from, and some are not honorable. Do you know how hard that is-to find who wants to get to know you and who sees you as some sort of token or novelty?"

I swallow hard. She knows I do. "And if I go with you, some may see me as some rake actor trying to connect with your status and fortune?"

"My God, Henry!" she wipes a tear. "You sound like a gossip rag. We were before this ever was. How can you say that? Why is it you had no trouble when they said such things about me and now..." She shakes her head.

"So this is a time of adjustment for you."

"Yes!" She was exasperated.

"Then, maybe I should go back to London—"

Her gasp brings tears to her eyes. "Henry!"

"I don't want to get in the way, just like when you were with me on Witcher and Argylle." I kiss her forehead and give a small smile. "Go on."

She looked sad, but went, just the same to greet Oxfordshire.

I was packing to go home. I had come to spend time with her, and my lady, my Lady Edenvale was knee if not waist deep in projects. So many of them were one time projects, but what of others in the future? And these suitors were never going to stop. Did I have time for this and a career?

And Graham was no help. He wanted me gone. Wilson just watched and gave me looks I couldn't read, but none were good.

"Leaving, sir?"

I turn around to see Wilson standing there. "Things to do in London." I frown at him. "You didn't go with her?"

"Graham loves these things. I go where I'm needed," Wilson tips his chin slightly. "And you, you have things to do here, if you don't mind my saying, sir."

I zip my bag and look at him. "I do?"

He exhales. "So you don't love her."

"How dare you—"

"How dare you," Wilson stands toe to toe with me. "I'm going to show you something." He pulls out his phone and shows me something that happened yesterday. My lady asked me to come with her for tea with one of her guests, and I declined. He pauses it. "Slow it down. Look at her face."

I took the phone and looked at it. She looked as if she would cry. In slow motion, I see the change of feelings on her face-from disappointment to hurt to a tilting chin of defiance, then a small cordial smile and nod. Ouch.

"She needs you and you are abandoning her," Wilson accuses, and takes the phone from me. "Some Kisa you are."

"Kisa?" I repeat, but he leaves.

Well, evidently I have an ally in Wilson, or a fellow enemy of Graham. I look at my bag. I love her! Why am I ready to chuck it all?

I exhale and sit on our bed. Our bed. She actually fought for that:

"I just don't think it is fitting for you to stay in her house," Graham argued. "Think of her reputation!"

"Graham, I have stayed under the same roof with this man for over a year," she argued. "on promotions, during filmings! That horse, as they say, is out of the barn!"

"But, my lady—"

"I'm done, Graham, done!" She turned away from him and looked up at me. "So, where do we stay-the guesthouse or main?"

"Wherever you want." I told her softly. "Wherever you are."

I never really had to compete for her before, I realized. The tables turned. Project offers had come in by the stack, and honestly, I had agents sort through that unless it got my attention. She was mostly going through them, and trying to do it herself since she did not trust Graham, smart girl. I was glad of that; I didn't either, though on the surface he seemed dedicated to his job. I had models and actors and some entrepreneurs admire me, but she had that and the gentry sniffing after her money and newfound fortune. And if they got close enough, they'd know how much of a gem she really is. The memory of comments and dirty looks about us return to me in a wave, and all I could do was hold her through it, assure her, as others tore her apart without so much as a word with her.

It's worse in society; they judge, research, and then find evidence to support whatever they want to see or others to see, but not necessarily whole truths if any truth at all. I knew this and often tried to avoid it by my choices as I got older.

What had gotten into me? Not one year ago, I was fighting a stage and set carpenter in a backyard, only my opponent and I knowing it was more than sport, but about her.

****************

You want to go home.

Or wherever Henry is.

You want to talk with him about all this. You thought you had, but lately, you can't seem to stay on the same page. You want to do some rebuilding and contributing to the land your ancestors were on. You want to form some partnerships to help Edenvale, especially with the nearby colleges and universities. What is wrong with that?

"Lady Edenvale?"

"Yes?"

Jared sighs. "Are you alright? You seem distracted."

"Oh, long day, I guess," you take a cleansing breath. 

"I see you confined Graham to the car?"

"I can handle this," you say evenly. Deal with Henry later, he's not here to deal with now. "Sorry, Jared, really I am."

"It's alright," Jared says softly. "Henry isn't adjusting well to your newfound status, is he?" You stiffen, and he puts a hand on your shoulder. "I'm sorry, I can't help but notice--"

"He needs time, is all," you defend, but your heart winces as you say it.

"They weren't nice to you in the articles before," Jared shrugs. "not at all. Now the shoe is on the other foot. How often does that happen?"

"Hardly ever, I'd say." He offers his hand to you, and helps you over the area where you plan to expand the school and break ground for the library. You suddenly wish you hadn't worn heels. Why in God's name did you wear heels?

You walk inside of the school, and find the conference room set up for you. Principal Norton is already there sitting, and you have a small meeting about ideas for the way the place should look. She doesn't seem on board.

"We have a lot of books already," Principal Norton nods. "An expansion may not be necessary—"

"I really think it is, Principal Norton," you interject. "Being in the technological age, we need to make libraries more appealing, a place to escape or think."

"I must admit, the ideas you have are really something," Jared compliments. "but this is a small town—"

"With a secondary school and university within a ten mile radius," you point out. "I am willing to do this, but I can't do it alone."

"She shouldn't."

You turn around to see Henry standing in the doorway with a small shopping bag.

Your breath catches, and you realize your mouth is slightly open so you close it. Principal Norton is star struck.

"Sorry, I'm late, darling," he says. "Oxfordshire—" he shakes hands with him. "Principal Norton." He gives a half bow and shakes her hand. He sits next to you and squeezes your hand.

"We're just about done, here, I'm afraid," Principal Norton says with a sad smile. "I just don't see why we should do such an expansion of the library—"

"Oh, I'm so disappointed to hear that," Henry frowns. "Books were my first love before movies. Reading and watching those stories made me want to tell or portray stories, too. Do you know that Lady Edenvale is a writer for Xanadu Productions?"

"My goodness, really?" Principal Norton asks.

"Yes," Henry smiles at you. "She writes stories, I play them out." His gaze goes to Principal Norton again. "I think we all want children to not lose their imaginations, whether it is by reading stories that inspire them to write and act or create. And something like that needs an impressive space."

Principal Norton seems to be in deep thought. "I...I hadn't really thought of it that way."

"I brought—" He reaches into the bag. "I brought those pictures you were looking at, pet."

You had forgotten them. "Thank you."

"And I brought your runners."

You sigh and smile gratefully. "Thank you, again, love."

"You forgot your runners?" Principal Norton laughs. "I do that all time. Keep a pair under my desk these days."

"I do at Xanadu, I wear—"

"All white ones!" They laugh.

Henry and Jared chuckle at that.

The morning becomes a lot easier then. The ideas went over a lot better, and Henry offers to help with the school renovations on the auditorium to help with their drama program. It was more of a wish list to fulfill, but it sweetened the pot for Principal Norton.

"Oh, God." Henry said as you walk out with him and Jared.

"What?" you ask.

"I'd better make sure I have updated contributions to schools in Jersey."

Jared laughs, "Losing track?"

"I didn't know you did," you admit.

"Many people are anonymous contributors," Henry says softly, squeezing your hand. "Part of the world will think you're a miser, but another part will know you are more."

"I-I never really thought—"

"Of course you didn't, pet," he smiles gently. "you just want to get the job done." He kisses your hair. "Like you said, it's a different world."

You smile in thanks.

"Are you coming to the event?" Jared asks as they you all approach the car park. "I know you won't be competing, but I hoped you'd want to go."

"Do we have time for that, pet?" Henry asks.

You see the look on Jared's face. Did he just imply going out in front of Henry?

Graham gets out of the car.

"Oh, Graham, would you drive Jared back to the house so he can pick up his car?" you ask. "I'll ride with Henry."

"I understand if you want to ride with Jared to discuss--"

"I'm sure we can talk later," you say. "Do you want to go, Henry?" you ask.

"With you?" he smiles. "Love to."

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[sextonsharpwinhalstead]

The way that Max is acting this season is extremely out of character. He would hate Helen nor would he bail on speaking to her one last time. Not after falling in love with Helen. It just didn���t make sense. To be honest, I have no beef with Wyler and Max getting together. My issue is that Sharpwin took 3 seasons to finally get together. The writers showed us that there was chemistry. They didn’t just tell us. Max was never apprehensive about getting together with Helen. Max’s new relationship with Wyler is strange. Their first kiss seemed forced.

I would have nothing to say about that ship if it was developed properly and Max didn’t have so much animosity towards Helen. I had to stop watching the show after episode two aired because of that animosity issue. On Tuesday, I binged watched eight episodes before episode 11 aired. I wish I hadn’t.  I’m so happy that the series is taking a two week break before airing the final two episodes. And the ratings are down and a new negative sector of the fan base has flooded the hashtag on Twitter. Their tweets are filled with micro aggressions and shade towards Helen. It’s a mess!

I literally haven't watched a single episode since last year's finale. I KNEW they were going to shit the bed. I knew that they weren't even going to attempt to handle anything maturely anymore. Not after the way Iggy was written, not after the way Lauren was written, and they lost me on Floyd a LONG time ago. Helen was the final straw. I could stomach that this show was about Max. It was supposed to be based on a real man's journey as director of the hospital and it cast STELLAR stars. The addition of Wilder was honestly one of my favorites and I'm actually sad that she showed up so close to the end of the show because I wanted more of her. He did have apprehension about being with Helen because his feelings for her started before his wife even died. His grief and guilt kept them apart longer than it needed to. His anger and heartbreak should be doing the same right now. To be completely honest I saw chemistry between Wilder and Max and you're right it could've been believable if it had been developed. The real question we need to be asking is why they felt the need to rush and pair them up at all?

Black women and black mixed race women show up and are ready to give great performances, often stealing the show and pulling the story line in ways that aren't predicted by the creators. Sure, they cast them, they had screen tests and they knew they were right for the part but they consistently and CONSTANTLY misjudge how many watched the show for those women characters and how many fans literally tap out in frustration when their roles get reduced or when they are sidelined. If I read one more press release that says;

"Thank you so much for your support but I think I've taken this character as far as they could go, thank you all who supported BLANK and their stories and thank you so much for the opportunity and chance to play this amazing character."

Which translates to,

"Every week I am handed a script where I'm confused as to where or what my character should be doing because it is either the EXACT same thing that happened last week and it seemed as though they would be moving on or addressing it or, I've noticed I have almost no lines, I'm barely invited on press junkets anymore on top of the fact that no one can or is willing to do my hair and make-up and I've noticed a disturbing uptick of rabid fans who hate me for something every other character on the show has done. But I can't burn any bridges or tell the truth about it because it's still Hollywood and Black women BARELY get work as it is."

They didn't plan on their chemistry, and if they didn't want it to be that way they could have asked their directors to DIRECT Ryan and Freema to behave more platonically. They are actors and they capable because they are both GOOD at their jobs.

I know that fans who turned into stans in recent years have gotten downright ugly towards creators who didn't write what they wanted but sometimes it was just literal garbage. There's also a certain segment of the fan population who you HAVE to pay homage to if you have an interracial ship with a white male lead and you're seeing them lob microaggressions and pretty soon it'll be flat out racist attacks because for the UPTEENTH time showrunners chose to make the black woman a dart board. And BTW they have always been there, the amount of people especially in the comment section of TVLine had their fingers crossed Helen would die in the season one finale. Sharpwin fans have just been louder and bigger for so long it was easy to drown them out.

This answer is getting long because I could go ON and ON about this particular subject and how so many shows reinforce and have this trope to placate certain fans. I should call it White Woman First Trope. EVERY show goes to hell because of it.

[harryssonlyangel]

I Forgot It

In which Y/n and Harry are traveling for love on tour, but she forgot something

Warnings :none. Pure fluff! 

You and Harry were currently getting ready for bed. You guys had just landed in Vegas about 5 hours ago. Tomorrow is Harry's first show of the whole tour and you can not be any more excited than you already are. Harry thinks you might even be more excited than him.

You two were in the bathroom, taking showers after a long plane ride from London. Which you definitely aren't a fan of long flights, but you will do anything to be by Harrys side. While currently standing in the big suite bathroom of the hotel, doing your skincare routine, harry comes up behind you. Wrapping his inked arms around your waist and kissing into your neck. You smile at him through the mirror and start applying you're toner with a cotton pad, which thankfully you remembered.

"Just want to go to bed already. Got a lot to do tomorrow before the show love" Harry mumbled against your neck.

"Go ahead and lay down. Ill be there in a sec"

"you always say that and then it takes you forever. Just skip the gua sha or whatever that thing is tonight. Don't need it anyways" you know what he means. You always take longer than you say. But hey, you have to keep your skin in check. Harry doesn't even have to do anything, his skin is literally perfect. If you are being honest to yourself, it makes you a tad jealous.

After a little bit more time, he is whining at this point. It really hasn't even been that long! " i just want to go to bed. Are you done nowww"

"Yes babe, I'm done" you reply with a giggle.

You two make your way to the master suite. This hotel is so nice but are you surprised? No. Not at all. Harry always gets the best places to stay.

As you're crawling into bed, a shirtless Harry is already laying down under the sheets. He looks exhausted. He opens his arms, inviting you into them and you slide under the white, comfy sheets and comforter and lay in his big arms.

He starts talking and saying all the stuff he is going to do tomorrow before the show. Things like sound check, trying on the outfit for the final time, making sure everything is where its supposed to be on stage, all that kind of stuff which you were only half listening to. You were just tracing his bird tattoos on his upper chest.

While laying there, you notice something different. Something is missing and you can't quite put your finger on it. Going through the list of things in your head, trying to figure out what it could be.

'Did I forget my outfit for the show tomorrow? Did I forget my favorite makeup brush I can't do my makeup without? Did I forget extra socks?'  all of these things you are asking yourself in your head.

Then it finally hits you.

Your stuffed animal.

Is it stupid that you are 22 and still prefer to sleep with a stuffed animal? Most people probably think so. Is it something that you absolutely need? Yes and no. You tend to get anxious sometimes, so having something you've had sense you were a kid, it brings you a sense of home. With you being an actor and having to move certain places for a few months at a time, you just liked having it. Now that you are going on tour with Harry, you really wanted it.

"so we will probably have to get there around ten or elev- Y/n? Baby? you alright there?" Harry says with a chuckle. He noticed you were a little zoned out.

"I forgot it" you say with a frown.

"forgot what precious?"

"my stuffed animal." you huff and pout a little from actually being upset at yourself from forgetting it. You even made a list of things and somehow still forgot.

Harry chuckles, you feeling it vibrate from his chest. You look up at him, with a now slightly mad look on your face at the fact he is laughing. 'Why would he be? Does he think I'm stupid'?.

"oh baby, don't be mad"

"I should be. you're laughing!" you start to let a little smile come on your face, but then it goes back to the expression before.

"Hold on one second." Harry starts getting out of bed. You're eyebrows furrow and you're wondering what he is doing. He walks over to his suit case and pulls something out and you can't see what yet.

He turns around and there it is, in his hands, your stuffed animal. You cover your face in embarrassment as he walks back over to you with a chuckle.

"here you go precious, I knew you would forget it. I made sure to grab it because I know that you have some trouble remembering things. Hey hey, no need to cover that pretty face" he sweetly says as he hands it to you while he crawls back under the covers and pulls you back to his chest, while you at last, have your stuffed animal in your hands.

"I got so lucky with you. I swear you are the most thoughtful boyfriend ever."

He smiles and kisses your forehead. "I got lucky with you" he says back. You kiss him on the lips, its so gentle but you can feel the love and the genuineness of it. You pull back, and then peck his nose.

"ok lets actually get some sleep now" you say while putting your head in his neck.

"I think so lovie" he says and wraps his arms around you tightly.

"I love you Harry"

"And I love you precious"

Ok this is just something short and fluffy for my first harry imagine on here. Hoped you liked it!! 🤍

[tickles-in-ficland]

The Assistant

Summary: Part 2 to Destination: Laughter. Reader gets to see what her aunt does for work and becomes more comfortable in a new city

Word Count: 3,789

Warnings: mild cursing otherwise all fluff

Pairing: Ler!Chris Evans x LeeFemale!Reader(platonic)

It had been about a week since you had arrived in California. You were getting settled in to your temporary room at your aunts house. Being the bad ass lady she was, she lived on her own, clearly well off enough to be able to do so.

‘She must have an amazing job’ you thought to yourself as you unpacked your bag and organized the room.

A quiet knock on the door caught your attention and you turned to see your aunt standing in the door way. “Hey doll. How do you like it?” she asked her arms causally crossed as she leaned on the door frame.

You sat down on the bed with a smile. “I love it auntie. Your home is beautiful. Thank you again for inviting me to stay with you this summer. I’m so excited.” you said curling your knees up to your chest.

Your aunt joined you on the bed sitting next to you. “How would you like to come to work with me tomorrow? I figured I’d let you get settled in and acclimated first. I didn’t want to overwhelm you.”

Your face broke out in a wide grin. “I’d love that.”

“Perfect. I’ll get it set up at the studio to get you on the visitors list for the summer. It’ll just be easier if you have full access if I need something and it’ll be less of a hassle if you have easy access to find me.”

You nodded in excitement. “I can’t wait” you said your smile taking over your features.

Your aunt giving you what she thought was a friendly squeeze to your knee actually made you jump and giggle. Her eyes narrowed for a second before she threw her head back in a laugh. “You’re still as ticklish since the last time I saw you doll.” she said squeezing with more intent the second time.

You threw your head back in a laugh as you pushed her hands away. “Auhahahntie! Stahahap!”

“Alright alright. Get some rest and we’ll go first thing in the morning.”

You could hardly sleep that night you were so excited. You didn’t know exactly what your aunt did or what she was currently doing but you were excited to watch her work.

The next morning after a quick breakfast, the two of you headed to where she’d be working for the next few months. You watched as the city passed by the windows. Excited to explore it this summer you made mental notes of what you wanted to see. Keeping Chris’ suggestions in your head as well.

You were slightly bummed when you hadn’t heard from his assistant. You tried not to dwell on it too much. He was a busy famous actor, you were sure he’d forgotten about the random fan he met on his flight home. You were grateful to have met him and let that be it. Turning into a studio your aunt pulled up to the security gate. Flashing her badge the guard waved at her. She rolled down her window.

“This is my niece. She’s staying with me this summer. Can you make sure she gets a badge made for her as well? I might need her help now and then and I don’t want to have the hassle of her having to go through the visitors section every time.”

The security guard nodded. “Sure thing. Just go to the administration office and they’ll get her information. It might take a day or so but it should be fairly quick.”

Your aunt smiled at him and gave him a friendly wave. “Thanks Eddie.” she said before driving through the gates. You looked in awe as you passed the different buildings. You wondered what was being filmed. You figured you’d find out eventually.

After getting your badge pass information sorted out, you were given a temporary pass to keep around your neck until your other one arrived. Your aunt led you to her office. You plopped down on her couch and shut your eyes for a moment.

“Do you mind if I explore a little bit?” you asked sitting up.

She swiveled in her chair to face you. “Yes. But please try to stay out of the way. It’s a busy filming day.”

You nodded. “Absolutely. Uh, what exactly is it?”

Your aunt grinned. “Go find out for yourself.”

Your head tilted in confusion as she smiled at you and shooed you out of the door. As you turned the corner glancing down at your phone, about halfway down the hallway you bumped into someone and stumbled back.

Glancing up at who you collided with your jaw dropped in disbelief.

“You’re kidding me.” You said in shock.

In front of you stood none other than your seat mate, Chris Evans.

Chris’ eyes widened as well as he was equally as surprised to see you. “My seat buddy!” he said pulling you into a quick hug before pulling you back to look at you again.

“As happy as I am to see you, how are you here?” he asked raising his eyebrows. “Did you sneak in here?” he teased.

You shook your head with a laugh. “I’m not that sneaky. No, my aunt works in this building.”

“No kidding. Small world huh?” he asked. “Well guess I don’t have to have my assistant call you.” he said with a laugh.

Your head tilted while you bit the inside of your lip in concentration. “It’s okay if you didn’t. I wasn’t going to be offended. I didn’t even expect you to remember the random fan you met on your flight back.”

“I always keep my word.” Chris said seriously. “And besides, like I told you before. It was refreshing to meet a fan who treated me like a person. So yes. of course I remembered you.”

Almost getting choked up, you offered him a sincere smile. “And I meant it.”

“Well, since you’re here, why don’t you come meet her anyway?” he asked gesturing and leading you back down the hallway.

When Chris knocked on your aunts door, your mouth dropped again. No. There was absolutely no way.

“Heeeeey. There’s my favorite assistant.” he said sticking his head in from the door way smiling sweetly at her.

You heard your aunt chuckle. “What do you want Christopher?”

“I have someone I want you to meet.” He took your arm gently and led you into the room.

Your aunt and you made eye contact and you looked from her to Chris and back to her. Still in shock and disbelief. There was no way.

Your aunt smiled gently. “Yes Chris. I know her. This is my niece Y/N.”

Now it was his turn to look confused. “Wait a minute… Oh my god. Yes you told me about her coming to visit!” He said pinching the bridge of his nose as he let out a breathy laugh and looked over at you, who still had a puzzled look on your face. “I can’t believe I didn’t make that connection when we spoke on the flight!”

You rubbed your temples still trying to process everything. “I am still SO confused. Auntie why didn’t you tell me?!”

Your aunt smiled at your confused state. “I wanted it to be a surprise. I know how big of a fan you are and what a big crush you’ve had on him.”

“Auntie!” you hissed before covering your face in embarrassment. “That couldn’t wait until he left the room?” you said in a harsh whisper, but was still able to be heard by everyone in the room.

Through your fingers you saw Chris grinning at you. It made you want to sink into the floor.

“Why didn’t you say anything when I told you who I sat next to on the flight?” you asked.

Your aunt shrugged with an impish smile. “More fun for you to find out this way.”

You groaned and turned to Chris with your cheeks bright pink. “I am so sorry. She’s exaggerating.”

Chris chuckled. “Is she though? I’ve never known her to lie.”

“I-ugh!” you said throwing your arms up and plopping back on the couch.

Chris sat next to you and gave you a gentle shove. “Hey.” he said trying to get your attention but you curled into yourself. He grinned remembering how he got you to talk last time.

“Heeeey Y/N” he said giving a few pokes to your side. Your lips twitched in a grin you attempted to push back down.

Your aunt chuckled as she leaned over to Chris. “She’s incredibly ticklish. If you want anything out of her that’s the way to get it.”

Your head shots up and your eyes widened. “Why?!”

Chris threw his head back in a laugh. “Oh I know. Accidentally found out. It was rather adorable.” he smirked down at you.

You groaned and jumped up. “Not. Adorable.” you said making the two of them laugh. “Am I going to have to explore this place alone or?” you said a smile returning to your face.

Chris stood up and offered you his arm. “This way m’lady.”

You giggled as you took his arm. Turning to shoot your aunt a quick playful glare, she winked as you and Chris exited her office.

The two of you walked in silence for a moment.

“I’m sorry about my aunt. She likes to embarrass me.” you said shaking your head with a small smile playing on your lips.

Chris let out a breathy laugh. “Isn’t that what family is for?” he asked receiving a nod and smile from you.

As you turned a corner your jaw dropped. Chris looked at your reaction and a deep chuckle rumbled through his chest. You were standing on the set of a Marvel film. You couldn’t believe your aunt didn’t tell you anything! Probably because it would get this reaction.

“I- wow.” was all that came out. “I can’t believe what I’m looking at.” you said looking around.

“Yeah I guess my job is pretty awesome.” he said letting your arm down gently before putting his hands in his pockets.

Now feeling more comfortable around him, you looked up at him with a twinkle in your eyes. “Actors.” you scoffed. “So full of themselves.”

Chris’ eyes twinkled as he looked down on you feigning shock. “Who me?!”

You giggled as the two of you continued to walk around the set. Chris took you around, showing you different props and set pieces and introduced you to a few of the cast and crew.

The two of you found a table inside the studio cafe. You begun pulling out your wallet when Chris held his hand up. “No no. My treat. Order whatever you want.”

You shook your head. “Oh no you don’t have to. You’ve already been so kind to me.”

With a gentle smile, he pushed your hand with your wallet down by your side. “It’s really okay Y/N I’m happy to.”

With a sigh you put your wallet back in your pocket. “Fine. You’re not going to take no for an answer are you?” you asked a small smile tugging at your lips.

Matching your smile, Chris shook his head. “Now go ahead.” he said gesturing you to approach the counter.

Once the orders had been placed you found a table not far from the counter to sit down. You were still trying to wrap your head around everything. Your aunt was Chris Evan’s assistant, you were on the set of a Marvel film, you were drinking coffee with Chris Evans. You wouldn’t believe it if it wasn’t happening to you.

“So.” Chris said as he took a sip of his coffee. “You’ve got a crush on me huh?” he said playfulness dancing in his eyes. He was just getting to know you and clearly already enjoyed teasing you.

“Oh my god.” You said putting your face in your hands. “Really? Do you just enjoy embarrassing fans when they meet you?” you asked with less bite than you were hoping as a smile snuck up on your face.

Chris let out a small giggle. “Maybe.” he said with a casual shrug. “You’re particularly fun to get under the skin. You blush so easily it’s so cute.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled. “I am still trying to process everything. I had no idea my aunt worked for you. And that this is where I’ll be spending my summer. Or that if you’d told me I’d be having coffee with THE Chris Evans.” you emphasized the last part which Chris caught on to.

“THE Chris Evans? Wow. I’m honored. I don’t sit and have coffee every day with people I just met so consider yourself lucky.” he said with a wink.

That made you giggle as you took a sip of your drink. “Oh wow I’m the luckiest.” you said in a monotone voice. “But really, thank you for being so kind to me.”

Chris have a friendly nod. “Of course. Your aunt has been wonderful to work with and if she’s as wonderful as she is, I have no doubt her family is just as great.”

Once again, the heat rising to your cheeks, impossible to hide the grin that now graced your entire face. “By the end of the summer you’ll be sick of seeing my face.”

Chris rolled his eyes with a laugh. “Who said it would take to the end of the summer?” he said with a wink.

Your eyes widened at his cheeky comment and your jaw slacked in shock. “Ouch. Fair, but ouch!” you said with a deep belly laugh.

This was going to be an amazing summer.

***********************************

A few weeks had passed and you were growing more acclimated with the city and the studio where your aunt worked. After all the legality had been taken care of, NDA’s an all(can’t have you spilling secrets!!) you were free to roam the studio as you pleased. Your aunt showed you the ropes of being an assistant. You found yourself more and more wanting to make this your career. You had just graduated from college and didn’t have anything lined up.

Over the next 6 weeks you got to know the cast and crew more. You and Chris had developed a playful friendship. Almost like a big brother/little sister relationship. His favorite hobby was getting on your nerves when you were trying to work. But you never had any siblings growing up, so as an only child you never had that experience so you were thankful Chris and the other cast mates took you under their wing. Everyone was so nice and welcoming and made you feel like part of the family even though you had just come in a few weeks prior.

You sat in your aunts office, filling in some information for her on her laptop while she had some meetings regarding Chris’ upcoming schedule.

You didn’t hear the door to her office open as you were focused on what you were doing. Out of nowhere a pair of hands drilled into your sides, causing you to scream and jump to turn to find Chris grinning at you.

“Jerk!” you said smacking his shoulder making him laugh. “You scared the shit out of me!” you said crossing your arms with a pout.

“Aw. But it was funny!” he said trying to give you a hug but you turned your body away from him, attempting to be mad at him but you both knew it wouldn’t last.

“YYYY/NNN” he said in a sing song voice. “Come oooon. Don’t be mad at your favorite avenger.” he said leaning down to attempt to make eye contact with you.

A ghost of a smile threatened to escape so you turned your back and tried to sit down at the desk but you felt yourself being scooped up.

“Chris!” you squealed kicking your legs trying to get out of his arms. “Put. me. down!”

A mischievous smile was all you saw before he walked the few feet to the couch before tossing you down and pinning your arms down.

“Don’t.” you said, your breath hitching in your throat.

“Don’t what?” he asked hovering over you.

You knew he was trying to get you to fall into his trap. One you’d fallen into before. Unfortunately for him you caught it before it slipped out

“Tick- I’m not falling for that!”

Chris threw his head back in his signature laugh. “No matter. I’m going to do it anyway.”

Before you could open your mouth Chris’ hands dug into your ribs, a scream of laughter erupted from you.

“CH-CHRHIHIHIS!” you squealed batting at his hands. “NAHAHAHA! I CAHAHAHAN’T!” you twisted and turned trying to evade his tickling fingers.

Chris’ deep laugh rumbled through his chest as he watched you kick and squirm. “It’s what you get for being so grouchy!”

“I-hi aham nohot grouchy! You’re juhust a pahain in my aHAHAass!”

With a playful growl his fingers danced between each rib, eliciting a shriek of laughter.

“And you’re a brat!” Chris grinned down at you. “And I know your worst spot.”

Your eyes wide, shaking your head furiously. “Plehehease dohohon’t!” you giggled.

“But I gotta.” he said before drilling his thumbs into your thighs, throwing your head back, bringing the deep belly laughter he’d grown quite a fan of.

“CH-CHR-HIHIHIHIS!” you said a scream of laughter filling the room. “PLEHEHEHEAHAHASE!” you said smacking his arm, signaling you were tapping out of this play flight.

Seeing as you were now shaking in silent laughter Chris paused his fingers, grinning down at you. “Are you done being a grouch?” he asked his fingers still wiggling towards you.

Still holding firm your brows furrowed. “I am not grouchy! I was busy doing work and you’re being annoying!”

With a sigh, as if it pained him to do it, he pinned your arms back down to your sides and buried his scratchy beard in the crook of your neck blowing several raspberries.

You were pretty sure the whole building heard your screams of laughter as your legs kicked the couch wildly behind him.

“OH-OHHOHOHOHOKAHAHAHAY! MEHEHEHERCY!!” your boisterous laughter causing the deep silent laughter to return.

Finally relenting, Chris climbed off of you and plopped next to you on the couch while you gasped for air between residual giggles.

“You are the worst.” you grumbled but couldn’t hide the grin forming.

“I don’t know Y/N I never actually heard you ask me to stop.” he teased. “Besides tickling you and driving you crazy is what honorary big brothers do.” he said with a playful nudge.

You opened your mouth to protest but you both knew it was useless. He was well aware you appreciated the playful friendship you had formed.

“You’re still a pain in my ass, Evans.” you said straightening your shirt as you stood up.

A few minutes later your aunt walked back through the door. Seeing your disheveled state she looked between you and Chris, one of you scowling and one of you grinning like a cheshire cat.

“Christopher what did you do to my poor niece?”

Continuing to grin, he simply shrugged. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

As you opened your mouth to scold him, you heard a gentle knock at the door and turned to see Sebastian Stan standing in the doorway.

“Seb!” you ran over to the actor and wrapped your arms around his waist, earning a hug in return.

Chris scoffed from across the room. “So you’re happy when you see him but not me?” he asked playing innocent to the fact that he just tickled you to tears.

“Seb didn’t come in here with the sole purpose to get on my nerves. So yes.” you sassed back to him

“It’s okay Y/N, he gets on everyone’s nerves.” Sebastian said laughing giving you another squeeze.

Now it was Chris’ turn to pout. “Dude! Not cool.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes playfully and looked back down at you. “What was he doing?”

“Torturing her.” Chris said causally and then narrowed his eyes at you with a smug smile. “She’s insanely ticklish.”

“Christopher!” you shouted as Sebastian burst out laughing. “Just shout it to the whole damn studio why don’t you?”

You dared to glance up at Sebastian who had a wicked grin on his face. “Are you now?”

You jumped back and put your arms out. “Don’t even Seb. I am still recovering from pain in the ass over there.” you said gesturing your thumb in Chris’ direction, who in turned smirked at you before turning to his co-star.

“Is there a reason you’re in MY assistant’s office?” he said trying to appear mad but everyone knew he wasn’t.

“Oh! Yeah! You’re needed on set. Like….” he glanced at his watch. “Like 5 minutes ago.”

He turned to your aunt as he exited to the room. “Meetings go okay? Anything I need to know?”

Shaking her head with a smile she gently pushed his shoulder. “Nothing you need to be concerned with now. Get out of here.” she said shooing the two men out of the room.

With a friendly wave the two men exited and headed to shoot their scenes.

Your aunt turned to you, laughing. “Are you okay kiddo?”

You rolled your eyes but smiled. “Yes I’m okay. Being here is a dream. I think I want to make this my career. Everyone here is so welcoming and I never thought I’d get to work with actors I so greatly admire.”

Your aunt smiled fondly at you. “Well you’re doing a wonderful job and it’s so nice to have the help. Especially to keep those boys in line.”

A full grin on your face now, you nodded in agreement. “If someone had told me that my favorite actor would become like an older brother, I would’ve said you’re lying. He’s an annoying little shit but you know I grew up an only child and being in a new city, it’s nice to have people who are willing to show me the ropes.”

“He is pretty great. I got lucky to have him as a boss. You still crushing on him?” she asked with a small chuckle.

You shook your head vigorously. “Oh god no. We’ve become too good of friends for that. I mean obviously I’m not blind, I have eyes…he’s insanely attractive and anyone who says otherwise is lying but no. I’ve uh, kind of started crushing on someone else. But I’m sure he hasn’t even noticed me. I’m either with you helping you with paperwork and phone calls so we haven’t really had time to talk much. But, he’s really cute.” you said blushing slightly.

“Soooo who is it?” she asked.

Shaking your head, you didn’t want to reveal who it was. Your aunt gave you a few jabs to the side making you giggle and jump back. “Ohokay!” you said swatting at her hand.

“His name is Tom. “

[blueparadis]

❝THAT'S SO PEACHY ❞ + HANMA SHUJI

+. CWs : ACTOR HANMA SHUJI, afab-reader, afab-reader, flim au, mature language,soft smut, flirting, kissing, sweet caring Shuji, mention of semi-public sex: car sex, sexting, contains hanma's pov,a short backstory, mention of m-oral,m-masturbation, indication of predator play, consensual sex-recording & suggestive themes. wc : 0.8k type : headcanons, scenarios.

+. NOTES : please, i didn't know he would come back when I missed him the most. Also, this is my first hanma post!Yayyyy. tap here to browse my works!

Actor Hanma Shuji is reserved, observative and sarcastic when he opens his mouth. He likes to sit back and enjoy the hubbub going on in the film industry. With his dashing aura, waltzing through the stage for receiving the award, he shoots a majestic smile while bowing down just after receiving the award.

Actor Hanma Shuji is kind, warm, and grateful to his fans. There was this one time when he was asked to read "thirst-tweets" and oh my god ! he couldn't stop blushing; on top of that, he has such a rainbow range of comebacks. Even hosts from the different shows like to invite him, have his presence around them.

Actor Hanma Shuji is witty, charismatic, and likes to shut his rivals with a smirk rather than putting his mouth to some nasty business. He saves it for you, yes you, who didn't go unnoticed following him around at his every step. Of course, you had to, being his assistant you had to follow him everywhere he goes.

Hanma who first noticed you while his mini shoot was threatened by you, by your breathtaking beauty. You just happened to be there hunting for a part-time job. He wasn't even famous back then; when his eye set on you with sinful desires.

At that moment, all he wanted was you. He was so taken aback by your talk, kindness, warmth that he simply walked to you asking, "Can I help you with something?"

"Oh!", you gasped out stepping backward as his orbs fixated on you. "No! I'm 'kay... I'm here as a reference", a hopeful beam coats his lips as you continue to babble but it doesn't get through him. He thinks, 'yeah she is amazing; Ah♡! so cute when she licks her lip in between talking'

"So, you're looking for a part-time job? I think I just might be of help", he stated as your lips came to a pause. You, being surprised by his approach in the first place thought it might be worthy and it was.

Actor Hanma Shuji likes to keep it professional; he doesn't even bother to look at you when you're adjusting his tie, tucking a rose in his patch pocket just before his speech. It has always been like that since the first day of your work. There is a light rumor in the industry about him having a relationship with you but HE JUST DOESN'T CARE. The only thing he cares about is how you should never be the icon for the judgment, the topic for gossip.

Actor Hanma Shuji often gives his chauffer holidays just to make you sit on his lap as he gropes your ass-cheeks, burying his face in your cave of chest, talking about his days. "Do you know how hard it was not to look at you the whole time? I went nuts when you came wearing the dress I sent you yesterday." You pucker your lips inward humming, "mmhmm" while cupping his face rubbing his cheeks with your thumb in circles. He immediately shuts your ecstasy for having him so hungry for you with a long, harsh kiss making you go breathless.

Actor Hanma Shuji just after receiving an award just can't wait to fuck you in his room, in his bed. "Oh Baby! All this fame, all this glory is ALL FOR YOU", he whispers as he keeps your hands at one place by a firm grip while the other exploits your clit folds. He just can't seem to keep his hands off when you are being like this, needy, moaning under his every touch.

Actor Hanma Shuji texts you the place and time if he needs a quickie. He can't take you everywhere because you too have a life and he respects it but fails miserably at maintaining it. Just when he texts you, he has his cock, pumping with his hand, rubbing his foreskin, fingers coating with precum as he listens to your recorded moans. Yep, he loves to record your moans. If you don't get back at him right at that moment he won't hesitate to send you voice notes and oh dear! he doesn't warn.

Actor Hanma Shuji who set his sinful eyes on the first day he met you has you wrapped around his fingers like a pet doll. He even gets offended when you stare at him while he is busy shooting and of course, why wouldn't he be? He keeps you safe from those vicious devouring stares and you dare to ruin that just by staring at him, at his sweaty muscular chest while giving him a towel during his break.

But he understands, given his irresistible affection for you he understands, and when the whole world is busy, ears jamming with noises, eyes fixating on everything but not the two of you: he kisses your cheeks giving you an ass-squeeze whispering, "Please! stop that." and dances out into the shooting set like nothing ever happened; leaving you all peachy.

[jazzybot4]

Perspective, I hope.

Thursday Morning at 2:26 AM, I had just gotten into bed. I was winding down from my week at work, which is the only reason I had the time to get involved at all. The message was thus:

This was the first time my name had been mentioned in this current drama, since I was the owner/moderator of the discord. I started it a few years ago to act as an aggregate of Deadcatwithaflamethrowers fans, fanfic updates, and offering a community where people could hang out and just be fans, friends. This Discord predates a LOT of the current issues that are in circulation now.

Below is the entire story, receipts included.

I did the good moderator thing. I made sure that all the threats, all the vitriol, all the potential catalytic language was removed from the server (as server owners have the discretion to do, for good reasons. I didn’t remove anything without keeping a record of it.) and I created a new server to talk about options. I was up until nearly 5 AM talking Flamethrower out of her initial knee-jerk reaction, which was to lash out at someone based on a hunch and no solid evidence. I sat down and analyzed the situation, taking into account Flamethrower's own reputation, and I tried my best to be as honest and upfront as I could be about my own emotions about the whole thing. I believed the best course of action would be to de-escalate, rather than fan the flames, especially in the face of Flamethrower's notoriety. To anyone who knows me as a moderator: You know my first goal is always community safety and continuity. Malicious actors are absolutely not tolerated, and I’m always trying to find the edge of Hanlons razor to deflate problems with. I went to bed with the knowledge that I was going to be doing damage control for a few days, because tempers were running high and I was waiting for my moderation team to get caught up on the news, and to warn them that we might have to make changes. Thursday Afternoon I had a conversation with a user in the server I’d created to talk about and see where mitigation of the (in Flamethrowers mind) Crisis could be done. My goal through the day had been to see where people stood, reaching out to friends and contacts to poke at their opinions. I wanted to see what kind of reception to certain posts Flamethrower might make would receive. Flamethrower did not participate in this side conversation. In it, I tried my best to look at things from an outside perspective, removing myself to better gauge the optics of the whole situation. I can only assume Flamethrower did not realize this, as that's the only explanation I can fathom for why she reacted the way she did. It was never my goal to try and start any fights, merely to mitigate possible reputational harm and consider all the angles of an argument, even the less than kind angles. The highlights here:

After this message, Flamethrower left both this Discord, as well as the Domain discord I’d set up. This was not announced, and nobody knew they had left. On Friday morning, I found out that Flamethrower had left the server. She did not tell me so. She instead reached out to one of the members of my mod team, and asked for an invite to rejoin the server. This is baffling to me, because she lives with people who had the server invite available, and therefore I can only conclude her reaching out to the mod team was meant to be meaningful somehow. Unfortunately, that meaning eludes me entirely. The server is public and everyone in it has the ability to generate an invite. Her approach to the mod was... strange. She prefaced her request for an invite by asking the mod why no one had reached out to her or said anything about her leaving the server.

I will repeat what I said before: She did not announce she left the server. Discord does not automatically notify every member of the server when someone leaves. No one knew she had left the server.

Friday afternoon was a quiet one, with the mod team talking about options and trying to figure out contingencies in case of issue. I also received this message:

Between that message and the subsequent follow up, I went to the mod team. I was concerned about the timing and the entire... off tone, of the whole interaction. I had previously - and earnestly - made the offer to give ownership or admin status to Flamethrower. The server is, after all, dedicated to their work, and all of us there are - were - fans of her work. But Flamethrower had rejected my offer, more than once. I took her last rejection to heart, and in conjunction with her habit to come and go from the server - completely valid, as this was more often than not a response to stressful or tense situations - made the decision to instead focus on fostering the community and making sure she would instead have a place to return.

Again, the server is public. There's no penalty for leaving and coming back, and the mod team certainly does not hold it against anyone who decides to step back for a short - or long! - time.

I will be honest, I also didn't like the tone of the request. It seemed... off. She didn't outright ask for control of the server, leaving me room to refuse, but the timing of the conversation was... strange. My last conversation with Flamethrower - if you can call it that - was her snarling at me in the drama containment server, before she abruptly left that and the Deadcat Domain server. Then, radio silence.

And then this message.

So I asked the mod team what to do, and my response was pretty much scripted by them. The mod team very emphatically did not want to deal with a massive server handover amidst the already ongoing drama. Flamethrower's own admission that deleting the entire server - and in the process destroying and uprooting our community - was very much an option she was willing to consider did not make anyone more enthused about the idea.

Saturday was a lot of moderation things. I was at work, and between clients I was checking on the discord and my mod team. The first message I sent them was this:

Pretty much directly after this conversation, we talked about what they wanted and I asked them to help me word a response to Flamethrowers request to take the server off my hands. I also sent them an invite to the containment server. I wanted them to have full context of what had happened and for them to know exactly what everyone involved had said, so they could make informed decisions in their votes. 

I take my mod work seriously, and I believe transparency is crucial for a healthy community to thrive. So me sharing this with my mod team was not at all unusual or strange. Flamethrower was asking to take on an admin or even owner role in the server, but the server was no longer mine alone, and I would not feel comfortable making a decision without input from my mods. Their work, after all, had shaped the server beyond my own involvement in its creation. 

I am the kind of admin that likes to make sure people have the whole story, if I'm going to ask for their opinion or analysis. I wanted mods to make their own decisions, unbiased from how I might recount events. I wanted to make sure that, if a handoff was needed, it went on as smoothly as possible.

I’m so sorry that it didn’t. 

Sunday was a lot of Mods talking about reorganizing and cleaning up server roles, opening more fandom roles, and clarifying what was going on in different channels. We were also looking to bring on people who wanted to help role-wrangle and offer an ear for people to come to with server suggestions or issues that were a little more low-key than posting up in the suggestions box.

Meanwhile in the vent channel, this happens:

On Monday, Flamethrower opened with this in our help-I-need-an-adult room. Personally, I don't think this was the appropriate place for this conversation, and I'm not sure why she thought it belonged here instead of venting. I didn’t see her asking for advice on how to word her post, or even asking for advice on what to do.

Then, Flamethrower started posting on a similar vein in the Main chat, which led to this announcement. (This is not an official announcement, as they were not part of the mod team. They also did not go to the mod team asking to post this as an @everyone announcement the next day. But they are the person whose work inspired the creation of the server in the first place, and so their word carries a lot of weight in this space.) I...don't know what to say, about that whole anxiety-inducing lead-in, except that it bothers me. 

Again, between her reaching out about a potential handoff of the server, and making these increasingly aggressive posts, Flamethrower hadn't spoken to me at all. Everything at this point, I knew from her talking to the mod team, and apparently telling them that I was "not to be trusted". I'm not entirely sure, since I don't have hard records of those conversations, but frankly, I don't want or need to see that. I just want to know what made the vibe change from "I'll help you with the server" to "this person isn't on my side anymore", not to mention how I managed to cause it without directly speaking with her once.

I'm trying to understand what if anything could have set off Flamethrower to assume everything I did and said was in bad faith. I don't think there was much to give her reason, but then, I'm biased I suppose. Everything I did was absolutely from the position I had taken, back at the beginning of this whole fiasco: "protect the server and its members, including Flamethrower, from potential fallout." I'd love to get an answer, clear cut and upfront, about what terrible thing I did, to make them think I was out to get them. I'd love to know, but I don’t think I'm going to get those answers.

And so, I decided to go. It wasn't going to be a good thing to stay, not when Flamethrower had basically told the entire community that I was not welcome. That still hurts, honestly. I've always worked hard to build this community and I've proudly watched it grow over the years. I try my best to be trustworthy and true to my word, and I certainly do not approach any of my work as a mod or as an admin in bad faith.

It hurt, but it was the best thing for the community, and I genuinely thought that, once I left, things would calm down. I had *hoped* that the community would support the mod team, and Flamethrower would be able to work with them in good faith. 

I didn't think that the vitriol that would follow would be so harsh, especially against the mods.

Tuesday, VERY early in the morning, the mod team posted this announcement. I followed up with a goodbye message.

After that, I left. 

Everything after this point, I only know because I have been sent updates from people still on the server, who wanted to keep me in the loop as the dust settled. Admittedly, I could have told them to stop, but after so many years, I wanted to see what was going to happen. It’s heartbreaking, seeing a community that I’ve worked to build, being turned against me and the team I’d trusted for so long with the growth and peace of the Discord. I suppose, in a way, it’s like poking at a bruise to want to see if it settles out again.

The dust, however,  did not settle.

The mods put together a thread, so they could ask people about what to do next. The intent was to redraw the rules of engagement, to address any still festering upset and to make sure the server would survive the growing pains and continue to thrive.

Instead, it turned into a lot of attacks and bad faith assumptions about what had happened, a laundry list of petty complaints about the way the server was moderated and a viciously unkind, and entirely uncalled for, examination of who they were, as people. Disturbing words and intents came out in full force, with people saying cruel and hurtful things to them.

I genuinely thought, naively perhaps, that since they had been so minimally involved with the... it feels wrong to call it a confrontation, since one of the weirdest things about all this is that I never actually HAD any sort of confrontation with Flamethrower. The mess, then. I thought that by leaving and offering a clean break, and since they had nothing to do with the whole mess, they would get a chance to clean the slate and start fresh with the community. I am genuinely sorry that these people, very good and kind and genuinely enthusiastic people, had something like this happen to them.

The thread did not last very long. They shut it down before attacks could get more personal or vicious, but not before outrageous - and untrue - accusations of HIPPA violations were brought up and a massive, and almost coordinated, dogpile against the mods. Ultimately, it became a game of accusations and chastising, like the mods were children that needed disciplining, as opposed to adults working on a volunteer basis to keep the community and its underlying server running. Then, Flamethrower posted this:

For reference, I need to clarify that Rule 4 predates Flamethrower's presence in the server. It was initially created to ensure us - a community of fans of her work - did not dwell into parasocial and inappropriate territory. The initial vent that kicked started this whole mess was not subject to that rule at all.

As per our rules, seen above, the vent was taken down due to a combination of factors: its incendiary tone, the fact it related to someone not in the server, accusations and wishes for ill. None of that is inherently illegal, merely - in my opinion - in very poor taste. But they were definitely in violation of rule 1: Be respectful.

Wednesday, and now Thursday have come and gone, and I’m still not sure what to do about any of this. I’m not going to say that I have good answers, since I’m no longer inside this mess. I just want people to stop attacking the mods. They're amazing at what they do and they've worked so hard to keep the community streamlined and running smoothly. They're volunteers, for fuck's sake. They're doing this out of love, nothing more. Ultimately, that's the thing that makes me recoil the most: all of us, literally all of us, in that server, were there out of love. Love of stories and the person who wrote them, who brought us all together with her words and the fantastic worlds she came up with. It breaks my heart to see the community splintering and collapsing like this, and I wish there was more I could do to help.

All I can do is give you all as close to the truth as I can get. I'm a firm believer in archives, and I've done my best to source and contextualize everything here as much as possible.

I should also probably add this here, because I’m not the only one who genuinely believes in keeping a record:

Ultimately, this isn't about me, really. This isn't supposed to be a callout or a condemnation. This isn't about me, because I can't make sense of what happened, and at this point I'm tired of so many conflicting and inflammatory reactions. I made a server, to give people who liked the same things I did a place to hang out and form a community. It worked well for a while, or at least I thought it did. When the inevitable trouble arrived, I tried my best, and evidently, my best was not enough. I’m so sorry, that leaving was the best thing I could think to do. 

I hope it's clear, as of now, that just like you, I have many questions. Questions I'm pretty sure I will never get any actual answers to. I hope that someday they’ll stop chasing me around, eating at me and making me wonder what I could have done differently. 

For the sake of full transparency, and since this is the catalyst of this whole mess, here's the vent chat, in full:

https://imgur.com/S3PwRiS

Sorry for the edit, it got too big for Tumblr to display correctly.

[thunderheadfred]

🦅Hawks HC’s🦅

This is SO unnecessarily long. Some NSFW. Minors do not interact.

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General

Has zero social life or hobbies outside of work. He knows it’s unhealthy, but like, who has the time?? Oh? Lots of people do?? Haha what are healthy work/home boundaries? He desperately wants to retire and always talks about a world without heroes, but the truth is he would have no idea what to do with himself if he got his way. Take him to a park at midnight and watch him turn into a giant repressed child on a swing. He’ll do a standing-360 and it will be terrifying.

Listens to music way too loud in his headphones to drown out wind noise. Probably half deaf at this point. His musical taste is wild; listening history all over the fucking place. Algorithms have no idea what to do with him.

That visor? It’s prescription. Wow is he far-sighted. He wears glasses. He’s not blind without them (rather the opposite) but they help him see things directly in front of him without massive eye strain. Yeah, he looks really hot in glasses.

Prefers communicating via text. Sometimes it’s a lot of dumb memes, but mostly it’s sincere. He can say what he means when he doesn’t have to put on a public front.

Smokes like a chimney. Self medicates with stimulants. Coffee, tobacco, sugar. Fidgety, likes things in his mouth or hands. Gnashes on toothpicks and popsicle sticks. He really should go back to therapy, huh? His teeth are sparkling white for the cameras but his breath could use some work. Chews gum a lot to compensate, and always does it really loudly with a big shit-eating grin.

Impatient as fuuuuuck. Rude about it. If you take too long doing anything, you’re going to hear a foot tapping. He’ll smile and laugh it off, never ever directly criticize you about it. But lord, the dramatic sighs. He WILL nudge you out of the way and take over in order to finish a task faster, and it’s truly fucking annoying.

LOVES food. Has the metabolism of an actual bird. Will seize upon any excuse to eat. No need to be self-conscious about eating in front of him; he wants you to enjoy it. Steals bites from you and talks with his mouth full. Prefers street food and take-out, usually eats while walking or flying. Sit-down restaurants are an invitation for gawkers.

He’s one of those celebrities that looks way taller on TV. In real life, he’s small and compact. So you’re surprised the first time you see him in person. He has a big head. Literally.

If you’re taller or bigger than him, he does Not Care. He treats everyone like they’re four feet tall, even Endeavor. Everything you do is cute. If you’re actually short, he’s going to carry you around all the time, and there’s nothing you can do about it.

Collects big chunky overpriced watches. All the better to tell you you’re late.

Half his clothes are brand fucking new. Sometimes he forgets to take off the tags. (Don’t look at the prices, do NOT) He never seems to wear the same thing twice. He also never seems to go shopping. Brands just give him stuff, and he shrugs and goes “yeah okay.”

The other half of his clothes are old, faded, and patched up. Every item he acquires for himself has deep sentimental value. If you tell him to throw away that nasty ten-year-old pair of frayed cargo pants, be prepared to find out how wrong and evil you are for even suggesting it.

He doesn’t snore; he coos. Loudly. Like a fucking pigeon trapped in a megaphone.

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Dating

Gift-giving is his love language. Bringing your favorite snacks. Leaving novelty magnets on your fridge. He found a copy of that book/game/movie you mentioned like a month ago, don’t you remember? If he has to go out of town on a job, he’ll bring back the ugliest possible souvenir, just to annoy you.

He likes gifting jewelry especially. Covering you in shiny baubles, little golden things. Not expensive, but unusual. Antiques or handmade, even bizarre vending machine crap. Gets really handsy if you wear or show off his gifts.

Since you’re the first person who has given him The Feels, if you are resistant to his advances (like, say, because he’s way too famous and you’re terrified he’s gonna break your heart) he’s going to go fucking nuts trying to woo you. Doesn’t have a single patient bone in his body but will wait as long as it takes for you to come around. He’ll act like he’s cool with just being friends at first, just hanging out, haha. Oh you’re busy today? That’s cool. Inside he’s shrieking like a tea kettle. Go ahead, make him wait.

Don’t bother giving him a key to your place. He’s coming in through the bedroom window or patio door. Just put out a damn welcome mat on your balcony... or a bird feeder.

A bit of a voyeur. He likes to watch you do your normal routine without interruption. He can see from miles away so if you’ve got your lights on at night, he’ll creep for a while before he comes in. It comforts him immensely, seeing a little slice of the world that isn’t constantly in need of saving.

Is super talkative and funny but a terrible communicator. Makes more jokes the worse he feels. Will almost never tell you what he needs. Most of the time, he doesn’t even know. You will learn to read between the lines and gradually notice his tiny unconscious cries for help. Back rubs make him emotional.

He shows up at your place at the weirdest times. All hours. You’re never ready. At first it was infuriating, because you wanted to look your best and have time to prepare, but you figure out pretty quickly that seeing you in your natural state is his favorite thing. He never gets to be around normal people, doing normal things. A boring, lazy afternoon is his idea of paradise.

He’ll pick through your things and ask a world of invasive questions. A medicine cabinet raider. He wants to know every fucking tiny thing about you, live vicariously through you.

He actually lives in a top floor penthouse. Because I mean, where else? Never spends any time there; mostly he seems to roost on the balcony. He has used the front door maybe once. He much prefers your place, and will only take you back to his after months of dating. It’ll take like, an entire emergency. You’ll end up in his bed by mistake.

Because when you finally come over, he’s embarrassed. Its sparse. White. Things in boxes. A new furniture smell. Like he’s not done moving in, though he’s lived there for years. He wants you to move in So Bad but doesn’t want to be pushy. If you don’t start leaving your stuff there, he’ll steal things from your apartment. Where the hell is your favorite t-shirt? Or that pillowcase you like? Dammit Keigo.

He’s a decent cook, a habit he made himself pick up because he thought it might make him feel more normal. It... didn’t. He never actually cooks until you give him an excuse. He’ll bring you breakfast in bed and watch you eat every bite with big hungry eyes.

He’s got a separate wardrobe for his hero costume and all his feathers. Yeah. His feathers. Because he can detach and control his feathers at will, when he’s alone at home he kind of just... shucks off his wings. The first time you see him do it, your eyes fall out of your head. He walks around in a tee shirt and boxers with these ugly little stumps covered in brownish, blood-red down. It actually looks kind of gnarly, like he got mauled by a bear.

He’s never dated until you. No one has ever been in his apartment until you. No one has called him Keigo until you. He has some bigass intimacy issues. Because. Y’know. The trauma. But god, he wants you in his life so bad, even if he has no idea how to make time for your relationship.

He’ll want to keep you to himself for a while. Once you go public he’s going to have an arm around your shoulders at all times. Publicly Displays his Affection way more than is socially acceptable in Japan, and gives precisely -100,000 fucks.

His fans either love you or hate you. There is no in between. He will immediately take your phone and threaten to drop it from a great height if he catches you reading shitty gossip about the two of you. Does NOT care about his public image anymore, doesn’t want YOU to care about it either. He’s gonna retire soon anyway, remember? That’s a lie.

Being a charming motherfucker is the core of his public persona, so you will get jealous. A lot. He will flirt shamelessly without realizing it. He will get photographed in compromising positions with gorgeous people.

Once you accept that he’s basically an actor 80% of the time and that Hawks and Keigo are separate identities, you’ll both feel better. When he comes home (to YOU) and falls over exhausted and stops being Hawks(tm), when he scratches his ass or burps in front of you, when he yells to you from the bathroom, when he groans childishly about his shitty day while laying face-down in your lap, you’ll know you have nothing to worry about. Keigo is all yours.

Boundaries? Never heard of ‘em. He’s either a million lightyears away or he’s glued to your hip. The whiplash is astounding.

Absolutely says “I love you” wayyyyyy to soon. It thrills you but scares you off at the same time, because there’s no way Hawks - The Hawks - can actually mean it, right? (He does)

Rings? Nah. When things get serious, he will make a necklace out of a feather for you, and if you ever take it off, you better be asleep or in the shower. Even then you’re on thin fuckin ice. If you’re not wearing it he knows. He’s never mean about making you put it back on, it just makes him nervous if he can’t feel your heartbeat.

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SPICY CHICKEN NUGGETS

High sex drive. Horny like 25/7. Probably a symptom of having way too much pent up stress.

Often takes care of it himself when he doesn’t have the emotional resources for anyone else, even his S.O. Figures you don’t want him coming on to you as often as he would like to, but he’s too stupid to talk to you about it first. Morning masturbator.

Yes he’s fucked around a lot but he’s not exactly a playboy either. People have always thrown themselves at him, and before he met you he let them do it. Especially when out of town and staying in a hotel. Whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, etc.

He’d never be unfaithful to you though; his loyalty and dedication are frankly a little unsettling. Sometimes you feel like the only thing in his life other than hero work. Teach this man to knit. Make him join a book club. Christ. Anything.

Does in fact have seasonal mating patterns and it’s super embarrassing.

An underwear-sniffing perv. He’ll definitely hump your pillow.

Gets a sick thrill out of breaking in and startling you. Coming up behind you in the dark, sneaking into your bed. It’s probably his worst habit, and even he hates that he does it. If you get better at detecting him he’ll be so proud. Land a slap on him and he’ll be a horny mess.

Dog-whistles at you. Often from rooftops, and you have no idea where he is but you know he’s leering.

He will call you a lot of really stupid pet names. He likes the way you blush when he finds a newer, stupider one. Calls you angel when he’s really far gone.

Likes to scratch you with his stubble until your skin turns raw and sensitive. If it annoys you or hurts a little? Even better. Making you squirm is his new favorite thing. Especially when going down on you. Your inner thighs are always exfoliated.

His cock is average in every respect. This is not a bad thing. He knows how to please you with every totally normal inch of that cock. He has some kind of homing beacon installed on your sensitive spots.

Goes absolutely insane for blowjobs. Any time, any place.

Likes to bend you around in all kinds of positions with an assist from his feathers to hold up an ankle here, an arm there. Get used to floating mid-coitus. It just seems to happen.

Spanky.

His number one priority is making you feel adored and at home in his bed. Ohhhhh he likes to make you smile. But if you encourage him to get pushy and dominant with you, you will have a good, good time.

He’s switchy, and will lose his shit if you initiate or take control. Again, he’s always horny for you, because he can finally let go. Breathe in his direction and he’s hard.

Doesn’t moan much, but Babe, he’s a dirty talker. He’s not smooth or deliberate about it, it’s more like he can’t fucking believe you let him do whatever he wants to you. You like that huh? Like he’s in stages of shock. He’s singing your praises to high Heaven and muttering oh shit oh shit oh shittttttt and laugh-crying as he cums. He never talks about his feelings; he fucks about them.

After. Care. King. He loves pampering and clucking over you anyway, this is simply another excuse to do it. He knows exactly how much water you drink in a day. Can’t take care of himself for shit, but you? You’ll never have a need he won’t try to fill. What’s all that hero work for if not this? Yeah, soak it up. You deserve it.

[falcqns]

Hii i have this request in mind like Chris Evans x Actress! Singer! Reader like the reader and chris dated for 3y idk but they broke up but the reader always visit chris’ family bc she treated them like family aswell specialy when the reader’s parents died so she spend Christmas there or any occasions bc chris’ family invite her and when chris got a new gf the reader is kinda hurt bc she still love chris but she try to look like she doesn’t care but then she released her new song its called deja vu (by olivia rodrigo) and she release it to her bday so when the song is released the fans knew its abt chris bc of the new gf (chris’ fam doesn’t like the new gf and the fans kinda didn’t support them bc of the girl’s attitude) and chris’ family invites her over bc they want to show the reader something and when the reader got there they surprise her for her bday and congratulate her and turns out chris is there too with his new gf🤨and the reader knew chris’ new gf hated her bc of her look and scott called you all to the living room and watch the mv of the reader’s new song and when the mv ends scott and the fam congratuleted the reader and chris’ gf is giving the reader looks again and chris is noticing it and when the reader is in the kitchen alone getting something chris talk to her and congratulate her and chris’ new gf wrapped her arms around chris and chris tried to stop her to make a scene but she started a scene and scream at the reader but the reader cut her off and embarrassing her and the reader prove the new gf shes first not her (idk if that make sense lol) and the new gf leave(idk you can make her a random name so its not only “new gf”) and the reader and chris talk and they got back together, you can do wha you want at the end this is just so random bc i was listening to deja vu and advance thank you if you do my request! Stay safe! ❤️ and im so sorry if this is so long

Deja Vu

pairing: Chris Evans x singer!reader

warnings: parents death, major angst, fluff. 

a/n: thank you for the request! Hope you enjoy!

You had known Chris since college, when you had met him in your communications class. You two had grown close quickly, and became best friends. 

He brought you home every Christmas Eve, before you would go home to your parents house on Christmas Day. You had always felt like a part of the family, so when your parents passed a way, you turned to him. 

You and your parents were driving home from a Christmas Day church service, when you were hit by a semi truck. It had completely totalled the car, and your parents had died on impact. You had been sitting in the back, and only had a broken leg from where your moms seat had been pushed back into it roughly. 

You had been pulled from the car and sat in a second ambulance, while your parents were transported in another. You knew you'd never forget watching that ambulance door close and drive away, knowing that was the last time you'd ever see them. 

When the police officers asked if there was anyone you could call, you didn't know what to do. Your parents were both only children, so you had no aunts, uncles or cousins. You were an only child too, so you had no siblings, and your grandparents had passed when you were little, your other ones passing before you were born. 

So when the officer asked you, you told him the Evans’ phone number. Lisa picked up on the second ring, and you tearfully explained what had happened as the shock wore off. She immediately said she’d meet you at the hospital, and not to worry, that she and Bob would take care of you. 

You were taken to the hospital and treated for your broken leg. Less than an hour after you arrived, Lisa arrived at the hospital with Chris in tow. They comforted you, and took you home with them. You stayed in Chris’s room for the first few days, and when you were given your own room, you still had a hard time sleeping alone, so Chris ended up in your bed with you most nights, not that he minded. 

You never went back to college, and instead turned to singing as a release from all the pain you were feeling. You started out posting covers on YouTube, and gradually progressed to getting a record deal with Interscope Records, which didn't surprise anyone who knew you. You had immense talent, and your parents used to tell you that they were counting down the days before you were a celebrity. 

When Chris graduated college and told you he was moving to Los Angeles, he convinced you to come with him. Prices were high in LA, and he didn't want to be separated from you for too long, so you joined him. He got to be an actor, and you got to be a singer, which is what you both had wanted since you were younger. 

You went to every one of Chris’s movie premieres, and he attended as many of your live shows as he could. You supported him through all his relationships and his breakups, and played the middle man whenever he and Jenny would fight, up until the very end. You told yourself you did that because you just wanted what's best for him, but you both kind of knew that wasn't the reason at all. 

Throughout your time living together, you friendship grew, as did your feelings for each other. You'd be lying if you didn't have a small crush on him in college, and those feelings only grew as time went on, especially since the two of you decided to only get a one bedroom apartment. Mainly because it was cheap, but also because Chris made a decision a week after your parents death to never allow you to sleep alone because of the nightmares that would occur if he wasn't there.

So, when you won your first award for your first album, named ‘hand in hand’, he kissed you the second you came off the stage with your award in hand. It blew your mind that he felt the same, but you were happy nonetheless. You two began dating that night, and everything was perfect. 

Until, you were invited by 5 Seconds of Summer to be their opening act on their newest tour. You had agreed, and Chris let you go. You two had been dating for over 3 years, and you thought your relationship would be fine. 

You quickly realized however that that wasn't the case, when the two of you started fighting less than two weeks into the tour. The fights weren't anything major, more petty things like ‘did you change the Netflix password’ or ‘why did you take this piece of clothing, that was mine and it was my favourite.’ All around stupid fights. 

You had turned to Calum, who you were closest with, and he consoled you as much as you could. You realized however, that you couldn't be with Chris anymore when he drunk called you in the middle of the night while you were in the UK and got angry with you when you answered and told him to call you back in the morning when he was sober, to which he proceeded to brag that he slept with his co star at the time, Jessica Alba, you freaked out and ended things. 

You got a message from Jessica on instagram the next day letting you know that they did not sleep together, and that she was sorry he even said it. You assured her it was fine, and felt relief.

Relief because you got to the bottom of the situation, but also relief from your relationship. You didn't know what happened in those few weeks, but you knew the relationship was turning toxic, and you wanted to stop it before that happened. Neither you or Chris needed that. You told him you’d find a new place to live, and by the time tour ended, you bought yourself a house in Beverly Hills, and moved out of the apartment.

Chris moved out not long after, and bought his own house. He had tried to stay friends with you, but you didn't want that at that point in time. You were still hurting, and needed time to heal. 

Once you felt ready to date again, you were asked to be Calum’s date to the Peoples Choice Awards, you accepted. You knew Chris would be there, and you were hoping to talk to him, and maybe work it out. He had told you during the break up that he would always wait for you to come back, and that he still loved you, and always would. 

But you knew that wasn't the case when he showed up on the red carpet, with a new actress named Myra Woodfield. You had smiled at him, while trying not to break down inside, but he gave you a dirty look and rolled his eyes at you when Calum wrapped his arm around your waist for a picture. You furrowed your eye brows and took a good look at Myra. 

She looked almost exactly like you. Same build, same hair colour, same eye colour. The only difference is that she was slightly taller than you. You didn't know why he was replacing you, but it hurt. You pushed it out of your head however, and enjoyed the night with your best friend. 

It was a few months later when you were awoken by the constant dinging of your phone. You unlocked it, and saw you had a lot of unread messages from Luke, Ashton, Michael, Calum, and your other best friend Ashe about Chris’s new movie trailer, you sighed. 

You watched the trailer, and sighed when it looked like a recreation of a bunch of moments in your relationship with him, only Myra was in your place. 

Your fans and some of Chris’s had commented on it, and Myra immediately became aggressive with them, and insulted them. She told them that you were a nobody who could make Chris happy, which she was glad about because she made him happy how. 

Within minutes of this happening the hashtag #cancelmyrawoodfield was trending on twitter. You shamelessly went through the tweets and like and retweeted a couple. Then an idea popped in your head.

With a quick google search, you had a plan. 

You had written a new song called Deja Vu after the peoples choice awards, and it was had been recorded a few weeks ago, and you just had to decide on a date to release it, and make a decision on the music video. Her birthday was in about 3 months, which gave you enough time to get everything in place to drop on her birthday. 

Was it evil? Yes. Did you care? Not really. Besides, you inherited your pettiness from your mother and you knew she’d be proud of you. You called your manager and label, and got it planned out. 

When the new music video had been announced, Lisa called you and invited you home to watch it premiere with the family. You accepted, knowing Chris and Myra would be there, and that her birthday would get overshadowed by the release of your music video.

So, three weeks later, you were sitting with Lisa, Bob, Carly, Shanna, Scott, Chris and Myra in Lisa’s living room, waiting for the video to premiere.

Scott had picked you up at the airport earlier in the morning along with Carly and Shanna, and the four of you had a laugh about the face that no one acknowledged Myra’s birthday, not even Chris. It was mean, but no one liked her. 

Lisa absolutely hated her, but didn't want to upset Chris, so you got a call shortly after the PCA’s from her and the two of you ranted about her for a good two hours. 

You watched as the timer counted down from 10, and then the screen turned black. You took a deep breath and watched Chris out of the corner of your eye. 

You had searched for a while for a guy who looked similar to Chris, and you stumbled on Andrew Siwicki. He didn't look exactly like Chris, but it was close enough that everyone would know who the song was about if they didn't already. Andrew was a fan of Chris and hated Myra too, so he was more than glad to help you out. 

The music began to play, and you watched as the black screen faded in on two people walking along the beach, holding hands. 

“Car rides to Malibu Strawberry ice cream One spoon for two And trading jackets Laughing 'bout how small it looks on you,”

The next scene was a recreation of yours and Chris’s first date where you two had a picnic on the beach, and ended up splashing each other with the ocean water. Towards the end, everyone watched as Andrew picked you up and threw you into the water the same way Chris always did. 

You glanced at him, and could have burst into laughter at how uncomfortable Chris looked, but more importantly how angry Myra looked. 

“Watching reruns of Glee Being annoying Singing in harmony I bet she's bragging To all her friends, saying you're so unique, hmm,”

The next scene was you and Andrew (who was dressed as Ransom) on what appeared to be a recreation of the Knives Out set, running around with a dog that looked like Dodger chasing after you, the two of you laughing. The next shot was the two of you kissing behind a trailer, seemingly hiding from production. 

“So when you gonna tell her That we did that too? She thinks it's special But it's all reused That was our place, I found it first I made the jokes you tell to her when she's with you,”

The next scene was the two of you driving through Southern California, in a car that was almost identical to Chris’s. You two were laughing and singing along to the song, your hair whipping around you.

You took a deep breath, knowing this next scene would piss him right off.

“Do you get déjà vu when she's with you? Do you get déjà vu? (Ah), hmm Do you get déjà vu, huh?”

This scene was you, along with the rest of Chris’s family sitting around a living room that looked like the one you were in now, a Christmas tree full of presents in the corner. The camera panned across everyone as everyone was talking and settled on you and Andrew and the two of you recreated the scene where Chris whispered in your ear how much he loved you, and couldn't wait to start a family with you. 

“Do you call her Almost say my name? 'Cause let's be honest We kinda do sound the same,”

The screen showed you and Andrew saying goodbye at the airport, with 5 Seconds of Summer standing behind you. They weren't actually there when you left for tour, but Luke suggested it to piss Chris off, and you had agreed. 

Then there was a small montage of clips from tour, including a shot of Michael elbow dropping Ashton into a pool, which made everyone laugh, except Chris and Myra. The montage was followed up by you sitting on the floor of a dressing room and crying as you sent a text that said “I’m done.”

“Another actress I hate to think that I was just your type,”

Now you were on the red carpet, with Calum right beside you. You both were wearing the same clothes you wore on that night, you hair and makeup recreated perfectly. The camera unfocused on you as you turned and looked at Andrew and an actress named Alexa Morrison, who looked a lot like Myra, and they were recreating Chris and Myra’s actions perfectly. The camera swivelled around and came to rest pointing towards your face, as you looked in shock, and a single tear fell down your face. 

“I'll bet that she knows Billy Joel 'Cause you played her Uptown Girl You're singing it together,”

You were shown watching a movie trailer with Ashe sitting next to you, while you sobbed at what Alexa and Andrew were doing. You looked at the camera and began singing the song, while Ashe and everything else around you was frozen.

“Now I bet you even tell her How you love her In between the chorus and the verse (ooh) (I love you),”

You were sat on the bed in Chris’s red flannel that you had stolen before leaving for tour, and you were writing in the notebook aggressively with tears rolling down your face and singing.

“So when you gonna tell her That we did that too? She thinks it's special But it's all reused That was the show we talked about Played you the song she's singing now when she's with you,”

You were now being shown sitting on the couch, and watching Andrew run across the TV screen dressed as Captain America, an ice cream tub in your hand. You were wearing sweats and a t shirt, your hair in a messy bun.

“Do you get déjà vu when she's with you? Do you get déjà vu? Oh Do you get déjà vu?”

The camera circled around you before transitioning to the next scene. 

“Strawberry ice cream in Malibu Don't act like we didn't do that shit too You're trading jackets like we used to do (Yeah, everything is all reused),”

You were shown laying down in bed, and your eyes closing before an image of you and Andrew danced, dressed as Steve and Peggy in endgame, a scene Chris always told you the two of you would recreate one day. You had called Hayley and asked if it was okay, and she immediately said yes, and even came and watched you do the scene.

“Play her piano, but she doesn't know (oh, oh) That I was the one who taught you Billy Joel (oh) A different girl now, but there's nothing new (I know you get déjà vu),”

When your eyes opened, you were sitting at your piano, and playing while singing along. 

“I know you get déjà vu I know you get déjà vu,”

Suddenly, the piano disappeared, and you were left standing in an empty living room as the screen faded to black. 

The entire room burst into cheers as the video ended, except for Myra, who looked like she was going to murder you, and Chris who just clapped with a tight lipped smile. 

Later that night after all the kids had gone to bed and Lisa was driving Bob home,  Scott had pulled you into the kitchen under the pretences of ‘helping him fix a drink’, which ended up just being the two of you gossiping about Chris and Myra, and the music video.

Suddenly, Chris walked in, and nodded for Scott to leave. You cleared your throat and ignored him.

“That was a good song, and an amazing music video.” He said. “I can see you're just getting more and more talented as time-” He began, as you rolled your eyes, and looked at him. 

“What do you want?” You asked bluntly. 

“I just wanted to congratulate you.” He said, and you were about to open your mouth, when Myra came slinking in the room with an evil look on her face. 

“Nice job, Y/N. I’m glad I could inspire your music video.” She said sarcastically, and you could tell Chris was about to defend you, but you opened your mouth first. 

“Well, I’m glad I had such a snake like bitch to draw inspiration from,” You said, and heard Scott, his siblings burst into laughter in the living room. Myra’s jaw dropped and she turned to look at him. You looked up at Chris, who was leaning up against the counter, and biting back a smile.

“You’re just going to let her talk to me like that?” She asked, and Chris sighed.

“Myra, don't start. Not now.” He said, she scoffed. 

“I knew you still loved her. Only a pathetic loser could love someone as ugly and untalented as her.” She spat, and Chris growled. You felt tears welling up in your eyes, and you ran out of the room, your drink abandoned on the counter. 

You ran into your bedroom, where you shut the door, and fell onto the bed in tears. 

Back in the kitchen, Chris had gotten in Myra’s face, and was yelling.

“DON’T YOU DARE TALK TO HER LIKE THAT! SHE’S BEEN THROUGH SO MUCH SHIT IN HER LIFE, AND I WON’T ALLOW YOU TO ADD TO THAT!” He screamed, as Scott, Carly, and Shanna ran to the door, unsure of what to do. “SHE IS SO TALENTED, WAY MORE TALENTED THAN YOU! YOU’RE THE REASON PRODUCTION TOOK SO DAMN LONG, IT TOOK FOREVER TO GET A PERFORMANCE OUT OF YOU! YOU OPENLY INSULTED HER AND HER FANS HOURS AFTER YOU WERE ANNOUNCED TO BE IN THIS MOVIE, AND THEN HAD THE AUDACITY TO COME TO ME CRYING BECAUSE YOUR LITTLE FEELINGS GOT HURT!” He screamed, and Shanna ran and backed Chris away from her. 

“YOU’RE MY BOYFRIEND! AND ITS MY BIRTHDAY, YET HERE YOU ARE, CONGRATULATING HER FOR A SHITTY MUSIC VIDEO!” Myra screamed, and it was Scott’s turn to get in her face. 

“You need to leave. If you don't we’re going to call the cops.” He stated, and Myra rolled her eyes before storming out of the house. 

Scott turned back to Chris, and was shocked when he saw him in tears. 

“You need to work shit out with Y/N. It’s clear the two of you are still in love, and you need to figure it out as adults,” Scott said, his sisters nodding. Chris took a deep breath, and looked at your closed bedroom door.

Chris walked up to your bedroom door, and took a deep breath before entering the room where he used to sleep in every night.

He opened the door, and saw you curled up in a ball on the bed, your body still shaking. He smiled sadly, and walked into the room, closing the door behind him. He sat on the bed behind you, and rubbed your back gently. 

“I’m sorry. Not just for what Myra said, but for everything. For breaking your heart, and for causing you so much pain. I didn't realize how much I was missing you too until we watched that music video and I saw how truly broken you were. I never noticed that before now. And I’m sorry I didn't. If I’d have, I could have fixed this sooner, and we could be together right now.” He said.

You furrowed your brows at his last sentence and sat up.

“W-What?” You asked, and Chris moved closer. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a hug. 

“I still love you. So so much.” He smiled, and a tear rolled down his face. “You're my entire world, and not having you here is slowly breaking me apart. I didn't know just how much until today, but I can't live another day without you.” He said. “I’m so sorry I hurt you baby.” He sobbed, and his head buried itself into your hair. Your body shook with sobs too, and you turned around to face him.

“I love you too.” You sobbed out. “I never should have ended things, but-” You said, but were cut off by Chris’s lips on yours, and you felt yourself melting into it.

He pulled away a few seconds later. “Don't. It was my fault, not yours. I am so sorry, and I am going to spend the rest of my life making up for it, I promise.” He said, as he stood the two of you up and led you out of the room, and to his.

“Where are we going?” You asked, and Chris pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“I have to grab something.” He said. He opened his closet, and grabbed something out of the top corner before turning to you. 

“I said I planned on spending the rest of my life making it up to you, and I plan on keeping that promise.” He said, as he got down on one knee. You gasped, as he opened the box and your dream engagement ring was inside. “I want you for the rest of my life, and the next. Will you marry me?” he asked, tears pouring down his face, just like yours.

You nodded enthusiastically, and Chris stood up. He placed the ring on your ring finger and scooped you up. “I love you,” You choked out, and Chris sobbed harder into you. 

“I love you too, and I’m never letting you go.”

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Cant Handle This

Quackity's facade keeps breaking, and he tries to keep the pieces together. You're the only one who can make him show his true self

- Quackity x gen neutral reader

- this is a long one yall.

Now playing...

Can't Handle This (Kanye Rant)

Bo Burnham

0:01 ─●──────── 3:29

⚠︎ swearing, angst, mentions of mcyttwt, based on the song above, and ofc its not proofread

Part of my Inside Special!

Quackity sat in his chair currently streaming right now, he seemed like he was having a good time from your spot on his bed. You were currently laying on his bed after he invited you here to relax.

You two had laid in his bed just enjoying eachothers company until he got a call from Tommy saying he was ready for the lore stream which sent Alex into a frenzy. Alex sent out a quick "Im sorry" about the lateness of his stream and then quickly set everything up.

He then started to stream which left you alone on the the bed to your own devices. You were scrolling through Twitter looking at Alex's fans talk about what's happening on the stream and posting screenshots of his character and himself.

You admired him from afar as he ended the lore part of his stream, he took time to type on his phone to text you that he decided to stream longer to talk to his fans. He looked to you and you have him a nod with a smile and he gave one back.

"Hey guys! That's the end of the lore!" He exclaimed to his chat as he types at his computer setting a new background.

You continued to listen to him praise his chat for supporting him and making him be able to make those types of streams. You were always proud of Alex no matter what he did, you were always his number one supporter no matter what happened in reality or on the internet.

"So anyways! I wanted to talk to you guys! How are you all?" He smiled at his camera looking back and forth from his chat.

◇T0mm71nn1t: THE STREAM WAS SO GOOD QUACKITY

"Oh thank you! Im glad I could share this with you. It takes so much to put into these movite type streams, so I know now it is all worth it."

Quackity's pov. . .

He felt so overwhelmed, he shouldn't have began to stream again. The stress of putting everything together, plus being late to the stream made him rush into it more. He just wanted to lay back down with his lover who was enjoying watching him stream, and that's the goal he wants. His goal was to entertain, it was his job and he doesn't want to fail, he doesn't want to crack.

◇Mayatooni3: WE LOVE YOU QUACKITY

◇catiiequak: QUACKITY ITS MY BIRTHDAY CAN I GET A HAPPY BIRTHDAY??

◇yriaaolic: 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

"Happy Birthday!" He said seeing the comment pass in a second. "Happy Birthday to anyone who's Birthday it is today."

Right now it was hard. It was hard to keep up when there was always a constant demand, the constant need to be perfect, his past being brought up, and trying to one-up his content everytime. He loved this, but at the same time it had the same weight as a job.

In the back of his mind he knew the "When is Quackity streaming???" is mostly lighthearted, he never wants to leave.

"Quack are you okay? Im fine! Just thinking about how to get something to eat at 2am." He laughed lying to his fans, he wanted to stop this stream.

He kept looking over to his lover lying their head on his pillow scrolling through their phone and alternating their vision from him and their phone. He always caught a glimpse of their small smile everytime he looked. He was doing something right.

"Do yall think Taco Bell is open? The only problem I have is that Im fucking starving."

He paused for a moment taking a deep breath trying to keep his emotions down. The stress was getting to him, and he fucking knew it, but he didnt stop. He was going to get burnt out eventually and stop streaming and YouTube all together, but he needed this. He needed a break, he needed to take time for himself and stop putting on a happy face when he isnt.

TTS ◇pulixsaxe: "Did you see what was happening on Twitter quackity?"

"Wait what's happening on Twitter?" He asked with a weary laugh.

I can sit here and pretend like my biggest problems are

Pringle cans, and burritos

The truth is, my biggest problem's you,

Your eyes widened as he mentioned Twitter. Truth be told he was trending because of his stream, yes, but also they brung up stuff from his past again in the wake of another content creator's past or present being brought up. You hadn't paid attention to that, you were only getting fueled up from Twitter bringing up an issue that he already had addressed.

Tempted to speak and tell him its fine, he already spoke up before you.

"I bet it's fine! I dont wanna... I don't need to look." He said with a smile. He always had that smile on.

Either it was a full smile or a half smile. It never left his face and it comforted you somehow. Maybe it was that you were his significant other, but you always wondered if anyone saw the same things as you. The things like his smile that never left his face.

"Yeah! I dont need to look at that." He waved his hand dismissing the comment away. He then sighed letting his shoulders relax as you saw his smile fade and his eyes close for a second and immediately put that small smile back on his face while his eyes were glossy, but bright.

He needed to end this stream soon. You saw his face fall then in a split second come back to life except his eyes were glossy with tears. You wondered if anyone else noticed.

"I want to please you

But I want to stay true to myself

I want to give you the night out that you deserve"

His eyes tearful as he tried to blink them away trying to not make a scene.

"Sorry! Allergies ugh!" He said as he wiped his tears away claiming them as allergies.

"Are you crying? No! Im not a pussy!" He yelled at his chat in a joking manner.

He was crying and he felt weak. He felt emotionally weak, and weak as in not strong, he didn't feel strong and his lover who was sitting on his bed with a concerned look on their face always told him that it's okay to feel weak. The only meaningful thing is how you pick yourself up, they always told him, bur now he felt at rock bottom.

He wanted to give his fans "himself", the goofy, lovable, loud, quick-witted, Quackity. But then again his lover always told him to separate Quackity from Alex. He wanted to give himself to his audience, he wanted to be authentic and share himself, but he cant. Alex isn't all laughs, he is serious, calmer, and when he gets on the screen is when he lets it all out then goes back to his more calmer self. That's not what they want.

"But I want to say what I think

And not care what you think about it"

Giving himself meant dialing back, he wants to tell how hes actually feeling, he wants to say what he thinks about Twitter, what he thinks about certain friends, about his fanbase, and then leave it alone. He wanted to delete social media and then speak his mind without knowing what anyone is saying about it. It was paradise to him, but of course it cant be that way and that's what he hates. He feels like a actor when he really wants to be himself.

"A part of me loves you,"

Alex loved his fanbase, he had such a supportive fanbase that loved his content. Some of them did atleast he didn't fully know, but they gave him the courage to do this time and time again knowing that his content is at least taking them from the harsh reality of real life for a few minutes or hours. This was the reason he did this, for them.

Alex would never admit this but they boosted his ego too, it would for anyone. The fact that there were people who wanted and enjoyed content from him made him feel good about himself.

"part of me hates you"

He hated the contant criticisms, he hates that they feed his ego so much that it makes him want to stream more to feel good about himself and to make people get away for awhile. Alex knew inside of his heart he couldn't truly hate his fanbase, they gave him everything he ever wanted. He hates them for that and that's such a scary thing. He never fails to wonder if he did the things to deserve all the love and hate he gets.

"Part of me needs you,"

They feed his ego, they make him want to go above and beyond. Alex knows that his fanbase is the reason he is here in this chair infront of three expensive monitors. He knows that this is some sort of a job that he needed. He needed the push to keep going and that was them, it was the 200k people watching his stream watching him answer questions about him and

"part of me fears you"

He was fearful of loosing himself to them. Loosing his authenticity to them was something he feared. He didnt want his funny, loud persona to consume him and make him forget about Alex instead of Quackity. He fears what they think as well, he claims he doesnt care, but he does he wants to please them. It feels like two parts of his brain fighting about if he should care or not.

"And I don't think that I can handle this right now"

The text-to-speech bot continued to speak out people's comments that theu paid for while he sat there quietly. He bit his bottom lip trying to not break down infront of everyone he needed to be strong. He needed to be strong.

If he looked up at the camera everyone would see his tears, they would see him breaking.

He played it off as he brough his shirt up to wipe the tears away, claiming it as sweat.

"Im good! Im sorry I spaced out for a second." He shook his head.

He saw you look at him with that same concerned look on your face. As he switched his gaze between you and his computer, he felt his tears come back again.

"I don't think that I can handle this right-"

"Alex." You tried to get his attention.

"Yeah guys Im fine!"

"Alex"

"I don't think that I can handle this right-"

"I have plans later for another lore stream, so Ill start doing that later tonight."

"ALEX!" You yelled and his head turned around to face you.

"What?" He laughed, biting his lip again.

You couldn't stop him doing this, you could try to course him into going to bed, but right now you couldn't find the words. You just stared at him while he looked at you with a somber smile trying to tell you that he was okay.

He felt his mind telling himself that he need to rest. He wouldnt allow himself to and thats why he was breaking down.

"I don't think that I can handle this right-"

Alex was blinking rapidly trying to keep his breathing and tears at bay while he answered his fans.

"My allergies are fine! And I drank water today."

◇moonchild21: WE LOVE YOU

◇sopusand: Why do you look like that?

◇wuackityoo: are you crying??

"Crying is for the weak! I am a strong manly man! Im crying cause I noticed how alpha I am!" He tried to play it off as a "Im a man" joke but you could see right through it.

"I don't think that I can handle this right-"

"I don't think that I can handle this right-"

You had sent a quick text to Alex which told him to end the stream for his own mental health, but he left the message unread. He began sniffing and the wiping his eyes again. It was a wreck and you couldn't seem to stop it without literally dragging him out of his chair.

Meanwhile the screens were getting to Alex. Alex's eyes were getting tired of the bright screens and the rapid messages that popped up on the screen overwhelmed him for what it seemed like the first time ever in his strraming career. He wanted to give them the fun night they deserved and wanted, but he knows it's getting hard to. He dosent know how long he can keep this up.

As Alex kept joking around about his eyes and physical state the chat was filled with "LMAO" and "HAHAHA" which fuled him more and then at the same time makes him want to stop.

Look at them, they're just staring at me, like

"Come and watch the skinny kid with a

Steadily declining mental health, and laugh as he attempts

To give you what he cannot give himself"

He cannot give himself the luxury of happiness. As he went on with his career it became more and more like a chore, there was mostly down days and of course there were up days, but recently Alex gave his fans the happiness and laughes they wanted while when he turned off the camera he couldn't replicate that same energy as he had before.

It messed him up, he felt himself become separated from his streaming. He wasn't being himself anymore he was being Quackity and that became more apparent as the days passed. He wanted to be himself on camera and at first thats what he thought he was doing. He was himself then it turned into a persona.

Alex wasn't okay and he he needed to take a break from the internet for a while, but he tries to act like he dosent have a dilemma going on inside of his head everytime he sits in this seat. Its for the fans.

"Think that I can handle this right-

I don't think that I can handle this right-

They don't even know the half of this right-

They don't even know the half of it"

"Alex you need to end the stream. Please?"

He looked towards you again where you moved your position from the middle of the bed to sitting up on the end of the bed.

"Ive told you millions of times." He paused for a moment looking down at his lap before looking back up to you. "Im-Im okay." He nodded trying to convince you.

"But I know I'm not a doctor, I'm a pussy, I put on a silly show

I should probably just shut up and do my job, so here I go"

"Cant you belive them!" He laughed to his camera. You scoffed at his comment but still kept an eye on him as he talked.

You didnt need to baby him at all, but right now you were worried about your lover.

Alex continued talking and talking, which you drowned out. You were focused on his face and how he faltered time to time just showing a small frown.

He laughed and showed them a good time even though he was hurting. He kept going and going and you were convinced he was going to hold out until you heard him sniff multiple times while trying to make a joke about the new Minecraft update and how the glow squid has no use.

"Stupid ass squid! Why- why? Its no use expect for glowing ink. Who voted for that!?"

You can tell them anything if you just make it funny, make it rhyme

And if they still don't understand you, then you run it one more time

"Dumbass squid!" He pulled up a picture if the squid as he yelled at it.

You began to worry even more as you saw tears running down his face. He quickly tried to wipe them away, but he knew everyone saw.

Handle this right

You don't even know the half of this right now

Right now (Haa!)

Now

Handle this right

I'll handle this right, I handle this right now

Alex leaned back in his seat and had a blank stare towards the monitor. Looked down for a second and then you heard sobbing coming from his spot. Alex had his head in his hands and was crying harshly into them.

He had finally broken, he couldn't stop the tears from coming and the loud sobs that came from his mouth. He was trying to desperately breathe in to be able to sob, but ended up hiccuping while doing so.

Your eyes widened as you rushed to him resting your hand on his knees and you kneeling infront of him.

"I cant do fu-fucking anything!" He yelled into his hands.

"Hey! I know. Its okay." You tried to console him.

"Its not I try so hard! And I-"

You cut him off. "You are a hard worker Alex and you deserve a week or two off. Take care of you self babe." You stood up bringing his hand with you and trying to make him stand up. He followed your movements and stood up with you putting his head on your shoulder crying into it.

"I just ca-cant right now!"

"You dont have to do anything right now babe."

"Im sorry!" Alex sobbed.

"Dont be." You said bluntly trying to get your lover to calm down.

You rubbed his back soothingly as he sniffled into your shoulder. "Im sorry for ruining your shirt." He tried to laugh through his tears.

"Dont be sorry! Please. You just need rest okay?" You kissed his forehead and he nodded in response.

Alex raised his head up an started to pepper kisses all over your face as you laughed. He gave you one last peck on the lips as he walked away to quickly change into night clothes. You smiled as he laid underneath the covers and continued to softly cry into his sheets. At least he was in bed and not makijg himself even worse.

He couldn't stop the tears from flowing, it was like a flood that could only be stopped with time. He felt like a boulder was lifted off his shoulders only to be replaced with smaller rocks. The smaller rocks was the guilt he held. He felt guilty of making his lover worry about him, he didnt want you to worry.

You rushed over to his desk and turned off the stream and his computers not even bothering to give them a goodnight or goodbye. After the computer lights were turned off it was quite dark in the room except for small light.

Finally you were where you wanted to be all day, in bed with Alex. But this wasnt the predicament you wanted.

"Forgive me. I just cant do shit right can I?" His eyes were still full of tears and he was getting tired.

"Alex dont listen to anyone but yourself." You tried to console him.

"That's what I'm telling myself."

Silence filled the room as you looked at him through tearful eyes of your own.

"Alex, you're so amazing and I cant even tell you how much I appreciate you, and how much you change my life. You do so much shit right its scary sometimes. Some days I think you're perfect, but there's-"

"There's no such thing as perfect." Alex finished your sentence.

"Exactly! Even the best people have their downfalls, they just dont show it. And Alex I know you struggle with that! All I can say is that I love you for you." You finished.

"Can I talk to you about my dilemmas?" He tried to laugh again.

"Tomorrow we can talk. We both need the rest." You said to him as he closed his eyes and nodded in response. He gave you a kiss on you lips before laying back down to sleep.

"Thank you."

"Thank you

Good night

I hope you're happy"

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