#also that gif of evan is rude

[writershapeholeonthedoor]

Marry you

Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader

Summary: During an interview, someone asks you to marry them and your girlfriend isn't happy about it

Disclaimer: English is not my first language.

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“My next question is for Y\N.”

Hearing your name being said from somewhere in the crowd in front of the stage, you looked up and quickly finished drinking your water to put the bottle back on the small stool they placed between your and Evan’s chairs. That was the first question directed at you since everyone else who got a chance to ask a question to the Marvel actors seemed more interested in asking things to the people who had been a part of that universe for longer. You couldn’t blame them because that was your second year being a part of that large cast and that was your first ComicCon, not to mention that your colleagues and friends were very entertaining to watch answering the fans' questions.

Now, however, someone was about to ask you something and you got excited very fast. You had prepared to be asked a number of questions about your character, who had featured in two different movies in the MCU and was about to get a movie with her very own name after making success among the fans. You took the microphone that Scarlett elegantly gave to you from where she was sitting in front of you and waited to hear the question. Your eyes scanned the large crowd to find who was about to talk to you, finding someone standing with the microphone in hand after a few seconds.

“Yes?” You prompted the man to talk and also to let him know you were paying attention to what he was about to say.

“Will you marry me?”

There was a beat of stunned silence before the theater erupted in laughs. You were so surprised by his words - and fairly disappointed for having to hear that type of question when all the men got asked very deep questions before - that it took you a moment to go back to the present. You pressed your lips in a thin line and looked around while you thought about your answer. You didn’t want to be rude, but you also didn’t want to let this guy think he was so amazing for asking that type of thing.

Most of your cast mates were laughing around you, but you saw the way Scarlett turned around to throw you a sympathetic smile, which certainly brought you some comfort at least. Brie was also one of the few who didn’t think it was funny, and you thought you may have seen Holland grimacing a bit. There was another roll of chairs behind you and you couldn’t see the reaction of anyone sitting there. You couldn’t see if your girlfriend, Elizabeth Olsen, was sharing an awkward laugh with everybody or if she was as stunned as you.

You had been dating for quite some time now and, although you didn’t make any effort to keep it a secret, the public hadn’t connected the dots yet - which was a first. You liked to think you knew Elizabeth enough to know she didn’t find that question to be funny, though. Not because she would go jealous or anything, but because she could see it was a sexist joke to make every man in the room laugh. The guy himself was accepting the catcalls his friends were throwing his way like he was the most amazing man on Earth, and that’s what made you decide to shoot back instead of going for a simple answer.

“Really?” You asked on the microphone. “You have the right to make one question, and that’s the question you’re going to make?” You added incredulity in your voice and more laughs filled the room, then you shifted to sarcasm - your greatest weapon. “I mean, we’re not going back to you. You know that, right? You have one question, you make it, and that’s it. You can’t make another one.” You could see Scarlett laughing honestly at you, her eyes shining with mirth, and then Elizabeth’s chuckles reached your ears as well. Before the guy could say anything else, you kept talking, dragging him without remorse. “I will give you two seconds to think if that’s what you want to ask.”

For dramatization, you raised your hand, slowly taking two fingers down while everyone else seemed to have fun with your actions. Even the guy who made the question was laughing, although you doubted he realized you were making fun of him.

“Fine, you can ask your question now,” you joked, pointing at him and reclining against your chair. You crossed your legs, placed an arm on the back of the chair, and turned your body to the side a bit to look directly at him.

And then, the question got asked again: “Will you marry me?”

Of course, laughs sounded all around one more time, even louder, and you bit the inside of your cheek while swinging the microphone in front of your mouth for a few seconds. Then, when the laugh died a bit, you crossed your arms. “Give me a reason to do it. Come on.”

“I have money!” The guy shouted since the person mediating the questions had already removed the microphone from his hand to move on to find someone else who wanted to participate.

“So do I, my dude!” You shouted back before remembering you didn’t have to.

However, as you realized everyone else was laughing again, you knew it was a nice reaction to have for the public. Brie, sitting a few chairs from you, had thrown her head back to laugh, and Scarlett placed a hand on your knee as if to show you support. You risked throwing a glance behind you and caught the way Elizabeth was smiling at you and that’s all you needed to keep going on with that crazy conversation.

“Really, I have money. So, unless you’re an Arabian Prince or something, I don’t think I will be too impressed with your bank account,” you provoked and then leaned over to point at him with your free hand. “I mean, if you are an Arabian Prince, you wouldn’t want to marry me to start with because, you know, I’m not a virgin. That ship has sailed, my friend.” More laughs. “Are you a prince of some sort?” You watched as the man shook his head and started sitting down, laughing so hard you were a bit worried he would stop breathing soon. Well, at least he wasn’t offended by your reaction, but you kind of wished he was. “There we go. So you’re not a prince. And I have money, so I’m not interested in that. I’m not saying I’m richer than you, but I would only get impressed if you were a prince, sorry.”

“Someone is going to have nightmares lost in the desert tonight,” Robert joked over his own microphone, causing some more laughs.

“No, really,” you kept talking, looking at him now. “He had one question and that’s the one he chose. I even gave him a chance to make up his case because I totally ignored the biggest reason why I wouldn’t marry him. I’m gay! Everyone knows it.”

Now you were just drawing the moment because you couldn’t help yourself. People were laughing and they were having fun, and you wished to keep it like that. Also, it was a way of letting everyone know you wouldn’t put up with stupid shit like that. It could’ve been much worse, you knew that. You had seen the amount of sexist questions Scarlett got asked through the years, so you should be glad that it was a minor thing. Harmless, even, albeit very annoying. Even so, you wouldn’t let people think it was okay to brush your work to the side to ask those types of things.

“By the way,” you said, looking back to the crowd even if you couldn’t find the guy anymore, “thank you for ruining my first proposal.”

“No one ever asked you to marry them?” Holland asked in his overly excited manner.

“Nope.” You shook your head. “It just got ruined for me now. My first proposal and it happened like that.” Then, you pretended to be sad, pouting and everything.

“Oh, no,” Scarlett joined in the joke after stealing Robert’s microphone. “I hope the second one goes better.”

“Not as special as the first one.” You shrugged and that put an end to the subject, finally.

Everyone shared another laugh and the panel moved on after that. It was filled with more funny moments and you got asked some good questions after that, so, once it was over, everyone was in a good mood. Some of the cast had to attend another panel starting soon, but some of you decided to enjoy the mood to have a little celebration at the hotel bar. Once you all got there and got your drinks, your friends started talking about the things that happened during the panel, obviously addressing one of the most memorable moments.

“You dragged him!” Brie exclaimed with a laugh. “The guy has no idea what hit him!”

“He has no idea because he didn’t even realize he was wrong,” Scarlett pointed out gently, although she reached out to squeeze your shoulder. “But, damn, that was awesome.”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head. “If they don’t fire me now, I think I’m safe for another ten years or so.”

While everyone else chuckled and started talking among themselves, you noticed that Elizabeth was quiet beside you. She was sitting on the chair by your side, nursing a fancy drink that she had only taken a sip from, and looking from face to face without paying attention to what was being said. You couldn’t ignore it, of course, and quietly moved your chair a bit to get closer to her so you could lean over to whisper against her ear, masking your actions by pretending you were only getting closer to kiss her cheek.

“You okay?”

You pulled away a bit, but kept close by leaning your elbow on her armrest. Elizabeth glanced at you with wide eyes and surprise written all over her features, and you watched as she opened and closed her mouth a few times. Her pale cheeks acquired a pinky shade and, even if you worried with her, you also couldn’t help but think she was the cutest person on the planet.

“Yes, I am. Why do you ask?”

“You’re very quiet,” you pointed out gently.

“I’m always quiet, sweetie,” Elizabeth declared with a chuckle.

It was an earnest chuckle, not forced or faked, and it made you relax almost immediately. You rolled your eyes fondly now and leaned closer to kiss her cheek again “Not always,” you whispered before pulling away with one eyebrow arched, giving her a very meaningful look.

Elizabeth picked up the meaning behind your words and blushed a deep shade of red, which caused you to laugh loudly, bringing the attention of everyone back to you. Everyone there knew you two were dating and they quickly jumped in to tease both you and Elizabeth, much to your amusement and her distress.

The night was amazing despite that - or maybe because of that - but you all said your goodbyes before you got too excited with the drinks. Everyone needed to get up early the next day to be a part of more panels and other interviews, not to mention that having half of the Marvel cast getting drunk in a hotel bar was a very bad idea, so you all decided to call it a night.

You and Elizabeth kept company to Scarlett, walking her back to her room so she wouldn’t be alone, and then took the elevator again to go to the room you were sharing. As soon as you stepped inside, you kicked off your shoes and started taking off the vest you were wearing on top of a long-sleeved shirt. Elizabeth stepped in behind you, being much more pragmatic in her actions. She took her high heels and placed them neatly beside her empty luggage, then she started taking off her earrings while walking towards the safe deposit box where she had placed everything valuable. Meanwhile, you threw the vest away and lay on the bed with a deep sigh, arms and legs stretched out like a starfish.

“Oh, I wish I could sleep all day tomorrow,” you groaned, feeling the ache in your body make its presence known.

Elizabeth had her back turned at you, but you heard her chuckling softly at your words. “You should go take a shower before you pass out on the bed.”

You whined but you knew she was right. Elizabeth knew you better than anyone and she knew you could fall asleep in a minute without even realizing it. You were a bit sweaty and you also needed to remove the make-up you applied earlier that day, no matter how tired you were. Making loud noises just for drama effect, you got up and made your way to stand behind Elizabeth. She was slightly higher than you, something she liked to tease you about. You kissed Elizabeth’s shoulder gently and hummed when she leaned back against you. Your arms wrapped around her waist and you smiled when she rocked her body from one side to the other with you.

You stayed like that for a moment, just enjoying her presence and the silence in the room after a day filled with attending crowds and making interviews. After a while, Elizabeth turned around in your arms with a loving smile that made your heart a bit warmer. She pecked your lips before her hands moved to start undoing the buttons of your shirt, slowly revealing your bra beneath it. It wasn’t a sexual gesture at that moment, just something she decided to do for you to keep you close to her for another minute.

“Go take a shower,” she told you again. “You’re smelling like Evans.”

“He hugged me like a thousand times,” you complained, earning a kiss from her and an amused laugh.

You eventually managed to take the said shower, taking your precious time under the warm water to lose up some of your tense muscles. You would have to wake up extra early to wash your hair to have enough time to get to your first interview, and you wished you could stay in bed with your girlfriend all day. After getting out of the shower, you went through your skincare routine - the one that Scarlett forced on you until you put it in your daily agenda - brushed your teeth, and finally left the bathroom ready to jump in bed and go to sleep.

As soon as you stepped outside, though, you realized something was different. Well, it wouldn’t take a genius to notice that the lights around the room were almost all dim or the soft music playing in the background, but it surprised you enough that you stopped short in your tracks as you looked around. You opened your mouth to call out for Elizabeth when you spotted your girlfriend standing by one of the corners where a champagne bottle was left at some point when you were taking your shower.

You arched your eyebrow at her, but Elizabeth didn’t say anything as she walked towards you holding two glasses and smiling at you. She was still wearing her beautiful black dress, feet bare, and cheeks just a bit red, and you found yourself being rooted on the spot, hypnotized by her. You took one of the glasses when she got close enough and saw your girlfriend reach out to close the bathroom door behind you.

“What’s going on?” You asked when she took your free hand gently to pull you to the middle of the room. Elizabeth didn’t reply and you couldn’t help but keep talking out of nervousness. “I feel underdressed now. I already put my pajamas on, didn’t know we would be celebrating tonight. What are we celebrating, by the way?”

Elizabeth smiled throughout your rambling, eventually stopping you by squeezing your hand once. “There’s something I need to tell you,” she said.

“Okay,” you mumbled, suddenly much more nervous than before. The mood wasn’t somber, so you didn’t think it would be something bad, but you could never know.

“I had a plan,” Elizabeth started to explain. “I was going to wait for our anniversary, take you to ski or something equally dangerous because you enjoy this type of thing,” she chuckled fondly at that. “I would have more time to prepare a speech and there was going to be roses. I was still debating if I would do it before or after dinner.”

You had no idea what Elizabeth was talking about, so you didn’t try to stop her. Your heart was beating so fast inside your chest that you were afraid she might be hearing that, though she just looked utterly content looking at you.

“I got the champagne, at least, but the hotel couldn’t provide me the roses this late at night with such short notice. And we don’t have snow. It’s actually very, very, hot outside, and our dinner was old peanuts from the bar downstairs,” Elizabeth kept talking, her hand still holding yours and your glasses were dangerously forgotten. “You’re already in your pajamas and I’m not wearing the very cute dress I was thinking about wearing when I did this, but…” She paused, took a deep breath and let her eyes fall to your joined hands for a moment. “But I don’t think all of that would have made it any more special.”

“Lizzie,” you whispered, making her eyes snap back to yours. “I’m lost.”

Elizabeth laughed lowly and nodded. “Right, sorry.” She blinked at you. “I’m sorry someone ruined the first time you got proposed to and I can’t let you go with that lame proposal as your only proposal for longer.”

Okay, now you had a very clear idea where that was going and you felt your eyes widening immediately. Your racing heart started going even faster when Elizabeth let go of your hand to pull out a small blue box from somewhere between the folds of her dress. You had no idea how she hid that there, but you also didn’t care. Not right now. Elizabeth gently opened the box, with the inside turned at her yet, and smiled when she saw what was inside. Then, she held the box with the same hand that was holding her glass and reached out to take your hand again.

And then, because life wasn’t already crazy enough at that moment, Elizabeth got down on one knee in front of you.

“Y/N, will you marry me?”

She showed you the ring finally, but you honestly didn’t even mind what it looked like. What mattered was the woman in front of you asking you to spend the rest of your life with her. You loved Elizabeth and had known for a while that she was the one you wanted to share your life with, but you had never imagined she would be proposing to you. It surprised you enough to delay your reply for a couple of seconds, even if you had no doubt what your answer would be.

“Yes! Of course! Yes!”

Your voice was way higher than it had to be, but neither of you cared.

Still ignoring the box between you two, you leaned over to kiss her, bringing your hands to cradle her face. You forgot about the glass in your hand though and your kiss got interrupted by a yelp when Elizabeth felt the cold drink falling down her shoulder and ruining her dress. You parted and shared a look before bursting into a fit of laughter. You helped her go back to her feet, still holding her face - more carefully now - and you shared another kiss before she slid the ring on your finger.

Turns out you were wrong. Second time was even more special.

[ramp-it-up]

Nice and Tight

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader x Chris Evans

Word Count: 1.6K.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. SMUT, Explicit description of graphic sex. Read at your own risk. Threesome, Praise kink, Spit roasting, double penetration, anal sex and play, allusions to oral sex (f receiving), Daddy kink, Sir kink, allusions to Dom/ sub dynamics, voice kink if you squint, dirty talk, size kink, competition but also compersion. Not Beta’d. All errors my own.

A/N: This is in response to an ask about the best kink. I couldn’t pick just one. Part four of The Fit and the Feel Series. Let me know if you liked it by interacting: like, comment and reblog!

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This night wasn’t turning out the way you thought it would, and this conversation was taking quite the different direction.

“I really think that we should take that drive up to Box Hill this weekend. We can get some fresh air, exercise, and continue this adventure on top of the knoll.”

Henry looked down at you and winked.

“What do you think, Dove?”

Henry responded to your silence with a frown and a slight tap on your jaw. You looked up into the twinkle of his cerulean eyes.

“Don’t be rude.”

Your eyes welled up with tears and you gulped, and your body clenched in response.

“Ah….shitttttt, Baby Doll. Fuck. So good.”

Chris groaned, finally joining the conversation.

“You have her mouth full, Cavill; give her a bit of a break. She’s a good fucking girl entertaining us both like this. So good and gotdamn tight.”

Chris was filling your ass full of his cock as you sucked Henry off. This is what you asked for. Your tears were the result of trying to breathe around Henry’s huge member as Chris fucked you slowly and steadily from behind.

The pull and the drag of Chris’s cock against your delicate walls was everything as he carefully took you apart and Henry got you back together.

You loved exactly where you were, between these two gorgeous men, and anywhere they wanted to take you to do this again was alright with you. They were unexpectedly tender and attentive, doing exactly what you requested. You weren’t mad. At all.

They were being so nice and yet so nasty at the same time.

You tried to hum an affirmative ‘Yes, Sir,’ as a response around Henry’s girth, causing his hips to stutter, and then surge forward, impaling himself further down your windpipe.

“Bloody hell, Dove. That mouth is so good. Throat so fucking snug.”

He reached down, encircled your neck with one hand to feel the bulge of himself in your tight column. He slowly pulled out and watched you cough and splutter when you took in air again.

“So lovely with your face like this…”

Henry admired you as Chris continued his débauched act behind you. You clenched again at the praise and Chris’s stroke. Your eyes glazed over with pleasure as Henry’s other hand lightly slapped and pinched your nipples, eliciting pornographic gasps and groans from you.

“Sound so gotdamn… fuck Baby Doll. Gonna make me fill your ass…”

Your eyes rolled back at the thought. Although you had prepared all day for this moment, you couldn't believe that you were actually here, paid homage to by two of the most attractive men in the world.

“And you’re absolutely gorgeous with your face all fucked out.”

You smiled and Henry gave you a filthy kiss, then lifted you carefully by your arms as he moved underneath you and between your legs.

You shuddered and moaned as his hairy body slid underneath yours, the stimulation almost too much.

Chris stilled and throbbed as Henry looked deep into your eyes and nodded, placing his hands on your waist as Chris’s hands on your hips guided you onto Henry’s cock.

“Now be a good girl, Baby Doll, and take both of us.”

“Yessssss!”

Your plaintive cry made both men clench their jaws in efforts to hold back from tearing you apart. Instead, they were oh so careful. Henry’s hand positioned himself just so as to allow you to sink onto him while keeping Chris inside you.

“Holyyyyyyy…”

Chris swore and dropped his head as your tight canal became even tighter with the intrusion of Henry on the other side of the thin bit of tissue of your perineum. He tenderly kissed

your spine as they both let you set the pace of your ruin.

You buried your face in Henry’s curls as he looked down to see the phenomenon of you three joining together. You were in nirvana as they became fully seated inside you.

When Henry looked back into your eyes, his were full of admiration.

“You are such a wonder, Dove.”

Remarkable.”

“Ohhhhhh!”

You clenched around both of them and they groaned, but stayed still as you started to move.

Beginning to rock back and forth between them, you felt the pounding of their engorged members stretching you out.

“P-please Daddy. Sir. Oh! Please move. Use me. Fill up my holes. Please please please.”

You started begging wantonly and Henry’s look changed as his eyes dilated. He took hold of your chin as Chris gripped your shoulders from behind.

“You sure that’s what you want?”

His voice was commanding, deep and smooth, like Cap.

“Y-y-yes. Please!”

“You don’t have to beg Baby Doll.” Chris slapped your ass.

“But damn if it isn’t ruining me. Keep up if you can Cavill.”

Chris pulled you up and away from Henry’s kisses, stretching your torso and giving access to your breasts to the Englishman as the Bostonian held your arms behind your back.

“Fuck you, Christopher Robin. You keep up with me.”

“No. Fuck me. Use me. I want all your cum. Both of you. I want it all.”

You felt like a queen.

“So be it.”

Henry responded with a broken voice that nearly broke you. The eye contact alone was so intimate.

Chris started going harder and Henry

matched his relentless pace, not brutal but insistent.

Soon they established a sinful rhythm that had you trembling between them. When one slid in to the hilt and the other slid out to the tip, causing your body to open and clench simultaneously.

Two sets of hands were everywhere all over you and you had one on Chris’s ass and one on Henry’s chest, feeling their sweat soaked skin and receiving surprisingly tender kisses and sweet praises from their lips. They were wrapped around you and throbbing inside you.

It was like you were one.

“Give us what we need, Dove. I can’t hold it much longer.”

Henry’s pleading eyes did something to your heart.

Chris was licking the sweat that slid down your neck. Then his earnest voice started begging, making your heart rate rise even higher.

“Yes. Please Baby Doll, you haven’t cum since we were eating you out. ‘S’been too long.”

You chuckled, because that was just a few minutes ago, but your laugh got caught in your throat as you saw Henry’s eyes shift behind you. Then, in tandem, Henry grabbed your ass to spread it wider and Chris reached between you and Henry to find your clit. It didn’t take long before you were cumming multiple times, screaming like a banshee, and not sure where one orgasm began and the other ended.

“Oh so beautiful Dove, yessss. Give.”

You took in Henry’s blissed out face and turned to give Chris a lewd kiss, sucking his tongue as Henry’s hands roamed your body and his eyes took in the scene. He was speechless as he watched and listened and felt.

“Shit, Baby Doll. You’re a marvel. S-s-so fucking hot.”

Chris spoke, groaning his praise into your ear, as he emptied his hot load inside you then held you as he slowly softened. He gently pulled out as you continued to ride Henry.

You whimpered and fell forward on Henry’s chest, trembling from the sensations.

“Careful now. Keep my cum inside you.”

Chris was marveling at your stretched out hole, plugging you with his fingers as you slid on Henry’s cock.

“Yes, Daddy.”

You made out with Chris as Henry watched, but then called your attention to him.

“Gods, Dove. This cunt is so magnificent. You. Are. Indeed. Magic.”

You sat up again, regal on the throne of Henry’s cock. You started to ride, feet up on the bed to aid your movement.

“Heavens…Dove...!”

“That’s it, Baby Doll. Rock his world. So fucking sexy.”

Chris’s fingers gently circled the rim of your wrecked anterior hole as Henry ravaged your cunt. The sensations were everything. The sights, the sounds, the smell of your sex with these two was a heady drug.

You could become addicted.

The sight of Henry in ecstasy, head thrown back and moth open whole Chris cooed on your ear was enough to send you over the edge again.

You bathed all three of you in the results of the most intense orgasm you’d ever had when you felt Henry’s warm spend wash over your walls.

“Fuck. Look at that.”

Chris’s eyes were glued to you.

“Your body is amazing, Baby Doll.”

His sky blue eyes were full of awe.

You collapsed on top of Henry again and Chris left you wrapped in the burly man’s arms. You heard the shower start in the bathroom as Henry kissed the top of your head.

“I’m in trouble, Dove. I’m afraid I’m hopelessly lost to this feeling…”

This tenderness was unexpected. You expected a night of rough domination, but received worship instead.

Before you could respond, Chris pulled you away from Henry, and carried you bridal style into the bath.

You wrapped your arms around Chris’s neck and burrowed your face into it. You didn’t want reality to intrude.

“I never thought that sharing you would finally make me fall…”

You let what Chris said sink in and walked into the shower when he put you down, not looking at him as you immersed yourself under the strong, hot spray of water. You didn’t think, just let the warm water wash over you and bring you back to earth.

You felt proximity and heat, then opened your eyes to see two sets of earnest blue eyes gazing at you in adoration.

Oh shit.

“We’ll give you anything you want Baby Doll.”

Chris’s voice was deep and soothing.

“Anything. What do you want of us, Dove? More sex, or something…more…?”

You looked from one man to the other and reached for them. Their hands were on you again, threatening ecstasy as their bodies awakened.

No, this night didn’t turn out the way you thought it would.

The question was, what were you going to do about it?

What do you think? Is reader more partial to one of these beautiful men or the other? Or is she down for both? 🤔

Let me know!

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Hi! My name is Damien and I kinda wanted to tell u abt my experience with Chris :)

So, I’m autistic and commonly have trouble with speech, sensory processing, and eye contact. I’ve met some celebs that get upset with me for this, asking me why I couldn’t make eye contact in a way that made it clear (even to me) they viewed it as a personal attack.

I’ve met celebs who were uncomfortable around me when I showed signs of being nuerodivergent.

Chris Evans was none of those things. When I tell you this man was so fucking nice. I apologized for not making eye contact and he looked at me and said “You shouldn’t ever have to apologize for that, kid.” He complimented my comfort item (a stuffed shark named Tazzy), never made me feel bad when I couldn’t find the right words or stuttered, and when a staff member told me quite rudely to hurry up, Chris looked at him sternly and turned to me and said “You’re alright, kid.”

Literally the sweetest man on Earth. (also yes, he does smell like strawberries and its the best thing ever)

S, I adore your stuff!!!

Hey sweets,

Oh my god!!

This is so fucking sweet. Chris is always so sweet, but this is especially sweet. I'm so glad you had a good experience with him! It sounds like a great time (other than being rushed by staff, lmao).

Thank you for sharing! I hope all your future celebrity encounters are just as good (even if it's hard to live up to Chris Evans, lol)

Thanks! <3

[writersmess]

LET’S BE A MESS TOGETHER | EVAN BUCKLEY

Pairing: Evan Buckley x fem!reader

Summary: after Buck gets injured during a call, you realize you can’t live without him.

Warning: angst but fluff at some point

Word count: 2k

a/n: hey there! This is my first time writing for Buck so im pretty nervous hehe english is not my first language so im sorry if there’s any mistakes. Also it’s based on 6x11, cause nobody knows how much I cried on that episode. Hope you enjoy!!

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You’ve been friends with Maddie for a while now. You’ve met in nurse school, and even after she moved to another town with Doug, you still managed to keep in touch. After you found out about everything she’s been through, you’re really important in her recovery. You two were really inseparable now.

Being so present in Maddie’s life made you participate in the major events of her life. Her meeting and falling in love with Chim, becoming a dispatcher, and the best thing that could have happened in her life, Jee-Yun.

As time passed by you really became part of her family and with that being said, you became a very important figure in the big family that was 118.

They all loved you.

You were so caring, loving, willing to help anyone any time. Oh and your hugs, they were the best. And because you work in the hospital, it was quite common to bump into one of them between calls.

Although you were close to everyone, it was this pair of big blue eyes that always catch your attention.

Evan Buckley.

No matter where you were, your traitors eyes were always searching for his, and that side grin. Whether in a crowded bar, or at the hospital, or even at Maddie’s house, there you were, involuntarily looking for him. And surprisingly those blue eyes were already looking at you from the other side of the room all the time.

And the touches.

Somehow you were always touching each other. There was always an excuse for your hands to search each other’s bodies. When he told a very bad joke and apparently only you laughed, your hand was patting his arm. When after your usual breakfast together he would fix the collar of your jacket. When on cold days your arms would reach for his for warmth.

Eventually your hands moved like it had a mind of their own, reaching out to grab each others hands even if your eyes didn’t leave whatever you were focused on.

Everyone noticed the way you acted around each other. And even when one was not around, the other would always brought their name into the conversation. It was very clear to everyone the way you two felt about each other.

But nobody understood why you didn’t get together soon, why it had to be so complicated.

And what nobody really understood, is why he chose Taylor.

This broke you in so many ways and everyone could see how hurt you were. The way you stopped going to the weekly meetings, or how you stopped going to the bar after shift, or how you started avoiding them in the hospital hallways.

Hell, even Buck didn’t understand what he did.

The problem is that he got too carried away with that one night stand, and the next thing he knew he was too involved in this turbulent and full of lies relationship, that he just couldn’t get out of it.

So it was pretty normal to be surprised when you opened the door on a weekday and saw him standing at your doorstep.

“i broke up with Taylor” he said looking at you.

“oh okay?” you let him in and while closing the door, you close your eyes and took a deep breath.

“im so stupid you know”

You did know

“im not trying to be rude or something, but i don’t get why you came to me” he looked at you confused “i mean, we haven’t been talking much since you started dating"

“i know and that’s why I’m such a fool. I should’ve never done that with you, with us.”

“look Buck I’m really not getting your point” your heart was beating so fast.

“my point is, that I’m a mess, okay? And I have this thing where i self sabotage in literally every aspect of my life, specially my love life”

You keep quiet as he blurted out.

“every single time i was with her, every touch, every breakfast, every lunch or dinner, I was thinking of you”

You were still seating on the couch while Buck was about to make a hole in the ground from walking back and forth.

You were so hurt. He chose her, and the minute it’s all over, he simply comes after you to pour out a bunch of words full of feelings. It wasn’t that simple. What about you? What about what you had felt for so long? It wasn’t fair.

“look y/n i want to be with you”

He knelt in front of you and put his hands on your face. You finally let the tears roll down your face.

“you have no idea how long I’ve waited for this Buck” you started and could see that beautiful smile in his lips, only to be replaced with a confused expression when you took his hands out of your face. “until I had my heart broken when you decided to be with Taylor”

“y/n pleas-“

“you don’t get to show up at my door after months with her and say you'd rather be with me. Not when I was getting used to having our Sunday breakfast alone, not when I was starting to go back to the bar with the guys, because looking at you didn't hurt so much anymore. Not when-“

He hugged you.

Buck hugged you.

The words could no longer come out of your mouth and you simply let the tears roll off your face.

“i’m sorry. I really am.” He looked at you again while wiping your tears away. Buck gave you a sad smile. “i’ll give you some space, but i swear I won’t give up on you. On us.”

And with that he left.

***

A few days has passed by and you were still trying to get yourself together after that night, but honestly you were hardly having time to think about anything since the days at the hospital have been intense due to these recent winds. You just couldn’t wait to get home and have some sleep.

Today was one of those days. The hospital was crazy, the atmosphere was tense. Each patient admission was a surprise and you just wanted it to end.

You were heading to the nursing bay so you could update some medical records, when your colleague called you aside.

“some bizarre case is coming up. The truck called the dispatch, i think it’s pretty serious.” She looked at you carefully.

You worked with a very special team, everyone got along very well and liked each other so much. So basically all your colleagues knew about your situation with Buck, but not because you went around talking about it, no. Everyone saw the way you treated each other when you met in the hallways, the care and concern for each other. And outside of it, too.

You had a bad feeling in your chest since you woke up, something was not right. The rain was heavy outside and from afar you could hear the sirens approaching.

And suddenly it was as if the ground opened up beneath you. Bobby was yelling to the doctors about the patient’s condition, how he was having a cardiac arrest. Everyone from 118 was there, looking at the person on the stretcher. You were not prepared for this, you were not prepared to see Buck lying unconscious on that stretcher. When you threatened to run towards the team that would take care of him, your boss yelled at you to stay there.

“we’ll do our best” a doctor said before the doors closed behind him.

“do more” you heard Eddie scream behind you.

You were petrified. This couldn’t be real. You couldn’t speak, the voices around you were like hums, and your eyes were beginning to fill with water. You were in shock.

Bobby noticed how you were paralyzed in the middle of the way and went to meet you. He didn’t have to say a word. As he sat you down on a chair, you could see your hands trembling and sweating. Eddie crouched down in front of you and you looked into his eyes. He knew that you were about to collapse, he was also on the verge of a panic attack.

“w-what- is he-“ You couldn't form a complete sentence and you could notice the fear in your friend's eyes.

“i don’t know”

And after that he hugged you.

***

You were in the corner of the room watching Christopher talking to Buck and the tears kept falling down your face. You just couldn’t stop the tears to roll down your face every time you looked at him like that, your Buck. He was so vulnerable.

You were a completely mess.

You hugged them goodbye and cried even more when Chris told you to be calm, he was going to wake any time soon. He was so pure.

“i can’t handle much more like this. I need you here with me Buck” you held his hands tightly while speaking “i can’t lose you, not for good. you said you’re a mess, but so am i. I need you alive so we can be a mess together”

And this has been your routine for a few days. You spent the day with him until Bobby arrived and practically forces you to go home and rest. And that’s when he didn't bring Athena as a backup and she forced you to go home with her, because they knew you hadn’t been eating or sleeping properly.

But in the meantime, you tried to distract yourself by reading books, watching movies, or trying to tell some jokes to an unconscious Buck. God, you were being pathetic.

You were on your way back to the hospital after a few hours of rest when your phone started ringing non-stop. It was Bobby.

Your heart froze.

Something must have happened.

You didn’t answer the call, you preferred to go straight to the hospital room preparing yourself for the worst. You were confused as you noticed the movement in the room and how the laugher was heard from afar.

“buck?” you ignored everyone and went straight to him. Your hands ran down his face lightly, afraid that if you touched him too hard he would disappear.

“hey y/n” he said softly with that side grin.

“you scared the hell of me. Of us” you whispered getting your face close to him, your hands still touching him. He put his hands over yours.

“I said that i wasn’t giving up on you. You really thought i was going to brake my promise?”

You let out a muffled laugh as tears rolled down your face.

“you idiot. I love you so much” you could see that beautiful smile at his face “please don’t ever do that to me again, I need you here, alive” you murmured and leaned in to planted a quick and shy kiss on his lips. It was your first kiss.

“i love you, princess. I’m not leaving any time soon”

Everyone gathered around you two. Bobby gave you a side hug when you step back so that Christopher could hug Buck. He was like a father to you and Buck, so he was the biggest supporter of you being together, he could see how happy you were when you were together. You both deserved it, you deserved to live this love.

And even though everyone was around him celebrating his return, Buck’s eyes, as usual, were searching for yours, only to be met with your passionate and comforting gaze. Calming every fear and anxiety that could exist inside the firefighter’s heart, as you always did and always would.

After everyone had gone and left you two alone, Buck made room on the bed for you to climb up and snuggle into his side. You couldn’t look away from each other and Buck was giving small pecks on your lips every now and then.

“by the way, you’re a terrible joker”

You stared at him with confusion as he kept smiling.

How on earth did he know you were telling him jokes while he was unconscious?

What you didn’t know, and he probably would never tell you, is that while unconscious, Buck got a glimpse of a life he would never have. A life that made no sense, in a job he hadn’t dreamed of, without the friends he loved so much, and especially without you. You were the reason he fought his way back into this life. He couldn’t continue in a life, in a universe that you didn’t exist.

You were his beacon, who with your light so bright, guided him back to your side. The place he would never leave, never again.

[canonicallyobserving911]

Firehouse 118: Three Assignments, A Transfer and A Recruit

After rewatching the "Chimney Begins", "Hen Begins" and "Bobby Begins Again" episodes, I noticed how Chimney, Hen and Buck were all assigned to the 118 while Bobby was transferred in and Eddie was recruited by Bobby to work there.

All five of their stories of becoming LAFD firefighters are important and unique and it doesn’t matter if they were assigned, transferred or recruited because they're all essential and needed for the team to work seamlessly the way that it does. Also, they’re all exceptional at what they do and their contributions to the team are extraordinary.

Captain Robert "Bobby" Wade Nash

Bobby’s a great captain and he has a great team.  He transferred to the 118 after he asked his chief to send him somewhere following his completion of 6 months of AA while he was in Minnesota.  Sal DeLuca was bad mouthing him to the team and none of them knew Bobby was already there sitting inside of the firetruck listening to them place their bets on how long he'd be at the station.

In 7x2, after Norman was shot and they carried him to the casino so he could be assisted by the cruise ship doctor (who only had sea sick pills 🙄 and got woozy at the sight of blood), Athena asked Bobby what he needed and he replied, “My team!”, then the camera cut to the 118 responding to the car accident with the drunk driver.

Firefighter/Paramedic Howard "Chimney" Han

Chimney’s been at the 118 longer than anyone on Bobby's team, in fact he was there before Bobby was transferred. He’s the heart of the place and Buck said so in 5x5 after he left to find Maddie. His absence for the majority of the season was noticeable and it was great when he returned during 5B.  Being a paramedic comes naturally to him, he loves what he does and it shows.  Reminder, he saved Tommy from a gas explosion during one of Chimney's flashbacks in 2x12. Also, he wants to help anyone he can even that guy who was being belligerent with him in 7x2 after he caused that accident.

Firefighter/Paramedic Henrietta "Hen" Wilson

Hen is a great leader; she has the temperament and the know how to handle difficult situations.  Reminder, she’s the one who always speaks up for Buck whenever the rest of the team or Bobby need to be reminded about the way he doesn’t have anything outside of firefighting like she did in 3x1 and 3x6. Additionally, she was in medical school for three years until she decided in 6x6 that her dream was to remain a paramedic.

OAN: In 7x2, Hen was interim captain and the 118 was working together and handling the scene of an accident with a drunk driver but the driver died after refusing treatment and it was followed by an investigation. She was told by the chief to “Go home firefighter” and it pissed me off because she GRADUATED from the academy as a firefighter/paramedic so for him to be dismissive and call her a firefighter instead of a paramedic, which she earned, was not ok.

Chimney and Hen are partners and they ride or die for each other but reminder, Chimney didn’t become a paramedic until after he had a conversation with Eli.  That doesn’t make one better than the other, it’s just an observation to illustrate how rude the chief was.  Where’s Chief Miranda Williams when she’s needed because it appears this new chief doesn’t listen?

Firefighter/EMT Evan "Buck" Buckley

Buck goes harder than anyone else when it comes to firefighting and Bobby said so himself in 6x1 after Buck tried to impress him so he would consider him to be the interim captain.  He thinks outside of the box like he did in 3x13 at the bowling alley and he knows the job like the back of his hand.  His personal life aside, he loves being a firefighter and after he stopped being reckless and stealing firetrucks to have sex in them and Bobby fired him, he got his act together.

Firefighter/EMT Edmundo "Eddie" Diaz

Eddie wasn't assigned to the 118 and he didn't transfer in because he was recruited by Bobby. I’ve always known Bobby convinced him to join his firehouse instead of him going to station 6 but IIRC, Eddie was the first person Bobby hired instead of him being assigned or transferred.  He graduated at the top of his academy class and he already had experience because he was an Army medic and he did multiple tours in Afghanistan.  One thing to note is of all their introductions to the 118, Eddie’s was on another level and it was evident since he had his own theme song, “Whatta Man” by Salt -N- Pepa.  Additionally, Eddie was NEVER treated like a “probie” and IIRC he was never hazed but that could be because Bobby runs his firehouse differently than Gerard did. Finally, Eddie was already in the firehouse when the camera panned to him instead of him walking in like Chimney, Hen and Buck did. Bobby was the only other person on the team who was already there when he was introduced.

Buck and Eddie are partners and they work seamlessly together the same way Hen and Chimney do but there's a difference between the two partnerships (related post linked here). Hen and Chimney are best friends but Buck and Eddie have built a family together with their Eddie's son, Chris that's outside of their found family.

The point of this post is to highlight how great Bobby’s team is and how they all need each other along with the way the 118 wouldn’t be what it is without all five of them.

[intoanotherworld23]

Princes Choice II

Pairing: Reader x Chris Evans

Warnings: None maybe just some minor tension

Summary: Everyone knows about the royal family the Evanses, especially their promiscuous son, Chris. Then one night they invite all the women, and their parents to a ball to make a major announcement that will change your life forever

✨Please do not copy and paste my work or steal it or take credit for it without my permission or else I will have you reported✨

Part 1

"Is there a guest room where I can stay?" Politely asking the queen as you stood in Chris's massive bedroom. "I just don't feel comfortable staying here just yet."

"Oh is something the matter?" She genuinely looked concerned that something happened between you and her son.

"No nothings wrong." Waving your hands back and forth relief flushed across her face. "It's just I would feel much better with my own room at least until I start getting to know him better."

"Of course we've prepared one for you just in case." She smiled warmly at you as she led you further down the hall. "If you'll follow me."

There were no way in hell that you were going to be staying in the same bed as him. He'd probably jump you first thing, and then say he was bored or make up some lame reason to break it off. Not doubting his natural talent for lying just to get what he wants.

Although his mother looked a tad disappointed when you made the comment you did. Almost like she expected you to just accept everything, and enjoy jumping in his bed. She was also probably just thrilled that he picked someone to marry anyway.

"Your here as a guest you know." She spoke as you looked over at her. "You can leave anytime you want."

"I guess I'm just still having a hard time believing that he picked me to be his wife." Her eyes remained straight ahead.

"I honestly didn't believe he would pick someone either." She admitted with a chuckle. "He was so against this at first, and when he knew we were serious he accepted things."

"Has he ever wanted to marry?" Timidly asking her as she looked over at you this time.

"Never. He's been against marriage ever since he was a young boy." Her words didn't comfort you, but the smile she gave you suggested he's changed.

"I hope this is more to your liking." Stepping into another large room this one feeling more warm and comforting.

"This is perfect." You smiled turning to face the queen. "Thank you so much."

"Chris is in his study right now, but he should be down by dinner time." She informed you even though you didn't ask.

"What time is dinner?"

"Dinner will be served by eight." Talking about food had your stomach grumbling.

"Should I wear anything specific?" Looking down at your jeans and shirt feeling like a slob compared to her.

"A dress would be appropriate." Nodding your head noticing your discomfort right away. "But you wear whatever feels comfortable to you."

"Thank you your majesty." Bowing your head down.

"Please call me Lisa."

"Thank you.. Lisa." You we're just glad she was sweet and kind, and not rude and cruel like some people said she was.

"Is there anything else I can get you?" She asked hands clasped in front of her.

"Oh no thank you I'm good." Bowing her head down to you.

"If you need anything at all please don't hesitate to let me know." Nodding back at her as she curtsied turning back around to walk back down the hall.

Plopping down on the bed the thick comforter cushioning your bottom as you looked around. Leaning back on the palms of your hands shaking your head back and forth not believing you were actually here. Wondering if maybe you were just dreaming this, and you couldn't find it in yourself to wake up.

Your mother bawled the whole time as you packed. Rolling your eyes as she told story after story of when you were little. She was more happy about this marriage then you were. Your father really didn't show too much expression, but he didn't dare to object to this marriage. Your mother would kill him.

Standing up you went over to your small bags of personal items figuring this was a good a time as any to start unpacking. This was going to be your new life now, and you might as well start accepting it. Plus you might be able to divorce him and then be done with him.

"Miss Y/L/N." A deep voice rang on the other side of the door catching your attention.

"Come in." Clearing your throat as you stood up a young man opening the door a tray in his hand.

"Sorry ma'am I was asked to bring some food to your room." His tone soft and gentle he was a good looking man.

"Oh okay thanks." Placing the tray on the table as you awkwardly stood there.

"You must be the lucky bride to be." He spoke as he stood by the door hands behind his back.

"Yep I'm the golden ticket winner." Jokingly answering which he thankfully found amusing.

"Not what you wanted huh?" His question caught you a little off guard not expecting someone like him to be talking to you like this.

"Well I'm not exactly fond of what you'd call an arranged marriage." Raising your fingers in an air quote motion.

"Yeah I wouldn't be happy if I had to marry him either." Raising your brows at him to explain further. "He's what you'd call a spoiled little boy who likes to play with his favorite toys."

"Doesn't surprise me." You scoffed realizing that night he talked to you was all a front. "I should have known he was that kind."

"That's usually how he does it. Sweet talks them, gets them into bed, and then once he's done with them he tosses them into the dirt."

"How do you know so much?" You asked him placing your hands on your hips.

"I've seen it way too many times." His tone sympathetic towards you with this information. “So many beautiful women hurt.”

"Great." Grumbling under your breath as he laughed.

"You'll be fine.  The service here is great, and the food and wine is even better." He joked teasingly cracking a smile on your lips.

"Well keep the bottles of wine coming." Pointing a finger at him with a serious but playful look on your face.

"Will do ma'am." Nodding his hand at your request.

"Please call me Y/N." Waving your hand at him. "What's your name?"

"It's Sebastian Stan."

"Well its nice to meet you Sebastian." Smiling widely at him as he rubbed the back of his neck.

Staring at him for quick minute you took in such boyish qualities about this man. His eyes were soft and his skin looked smooth and warm. There was something about this man that had you feeling a sense of comfort. He seemed like he genuinely had a good heart, and wondered why you couldn't marry someone like him.

"How are you liking the castle?" He curiously asked just wanting to make small talk.

"It's a little overwhelming I gotta admit." You chuckled nervously. "I think I'm gonna need a map or something."

"The longer you stay the more familiar you'll become with the place." His words were an attempt to make you feel better. "Soon you'll know this place like the back of your hand."

"I don't know I have trouble with the backs of my hands sometimes." Cracking a lame joke but it earned you a soft chuckle.

"I should get back to my duties." Turning around to face the door. "Please let me know if you need anything."

Shutting the door behind him as you walked over to the silver tray covered in different little sandwiches and fruits. Thank god his mother caught on to how hungry you were otherwise you would have fainted before dinner.

Smacking your lips together as you devoured the sandwiches moaning at how good everything tasted. This was the best sandwich that you've ever tasted, and couldn't wait for dinner now. Wondering what kinds of delicious meals they would have prepared for you tonight.

Speaking of tonight you needed to figure out what you were going to wear. She told you to dress comfortably but you wanted to look like you belonged. Even if it wasn't exactly the ideal situation you were still living in a castle with the royal family.

Walking over to the book case with many shelves filled with books. Reading the different titles until something stood out to you. Landing on something interesting as you got into bed figuring make time go faster by reading until it was dinner time.

Looking at the clock you figured you might as well start looking for something to wear. Removing your shirt and bra tossing them in air, but not hearing them hit the ground. Shrugging it off as you walked over to the closet to find a dress. Hands on your hips as your eyes raked across the different clothes they already had packed.

"Now you just need to take your pants off." A deep voice startling you with a jump.

"What the fuck?" You screamed at the smirking man your arms covering your breasts.

"Don't stop dressing on my account." He actually dared to step closer to you making you back up into the dresser. "Not the first time I've seen a naked woman before."

"How long have you been standing there?" You asked him curiously.

"Not long enough apparently." His eyes trailing your figure then landing back on yours.

"Spy on a lot women do ya?" Your remark and tone condescending.

"I've never had the need to spy on women." He responded back truthfully. "I usually get what I want."

"God you're a pig." Scoffing at the man disliking the way he talked about women.

"You still need to take your pants off sweetheart." Looking down at your legs picturing what you looked like underneath.

"Get out." Nodding your head back towards the door but he just simply smiled back at you. "Now."

"That's no way to speak to your fiancé." Tsking like a parent scorning their child.

"Technically you've never asked me so." Feeling proud that you were right on this matter.

"Okay." Watching as he got down on one knee and you immediately started to panic.

"Well don't ask me now." Barking at him as he smiled at your reaction.

"Whatever you say sweetheart." Chuckling as he stood up with groan. "But you will become my wife."

"Yeah when hell freezes over." Grumbling under your breath but he heard it anyway.

"I can have that arranged for you if you'd like." He always had something to say back.

"Not surprised you're probably butt buddies with the devil himself." Sneering at him watching his smile slowly fading.

Not saying a word Chris stomped towards you until his chest was practically pressed up against you. Staring at you his nostrils flaring every time he inhaled. Your body was frozen to the ground unable to move. You could actually feel the heat radiating from his body.

Staring deep into his eyes as they slowly started to turn dark. He was trapping you like some helpless little animal. As much as you wanted to run away from him you couldn't find it in yourself to do that. As much as you wanted to smack him from trying to watch you change you couldn't.

His head leaning forward so his lips were barely touching the skin of your shoulder. Chris inhaling deeply to get a whiff of your scent moaning quietly his approval. You on the other hand were breathing heavily your chest heaving up and down. Your stomach was doing somersaults, and you were failing at trying to remain calm.

"If I were you I would stay on my good side." He whispered into your ear his breath hitting your skin making goosebumps appear.

"I didn't realize you had a good side." Blurting out before you could stop yourself his mouth barely touching you as he smirked loving how you didn't take his crap.

"That mouth is going to get you in trouble." Feeling his lips drag across the side of your neck to your shoulder leaving a tingling feeling on your skin.

You don't know what it was or what was happening, but you found yourself for a brief moment not wanting him to move. He smelled so good you wanted to just wrap your arms around him and hold on until your arms gave up. It was like he had you under some kind of spell and you couldn't snap out of it.

There was so much tension between you two you could cut it with a knife. Chris just wanting nothing more than to press his lips against yours. You needed to break free from this trance before something happened between you two.

"Can you please leave so I can finished getting changed?" Your voice cracked and you knew Chris could hear it, but you just hoped he wouldn't say anything.

"Well since you've asked nicely." Pushing himself away from you with restraint.

Turning around to walk back towards the door stopping with his hand on the ledge. His head facing you as he looked at you with almost a look of concern of worry. Scrunching your face as you choked back whether he should say something or not.

“I never told you this but you are absolutely positively gorgeous.” You almost rolled your eyes at his sweet and tender words.

“You probably have that line memorized saying it so many times.” Scoffing as you crossed your arms across your chest.

“True but I’ve never meant it before.” He smiled genuinely making it hard for you to not smile back. “There’s just something about you.”

His eyes didn’t wonder up and down your body like you expected him to. Instead they remained glued to yours. The corner of your lip twitching as you fought to smile at him or say anything back. You felt bad not responding, but you wanted him to know that you weren’t going to fall so easily for his games.

"If you meet Sebastian Stan please stay away." Moving your head back confused to what the meaning of his words meant.

"And why should I?" You bit back.

"Just please stay away from him he's not who you think he is." Was his last warning before he shut the door behind him. The hell did he mean by that.

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Movie nights and blanket forts

PAIRING | Chris Evans x Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 2K

SUMMARY | Scott has invited you to a barbecue at his brother Chris' house, and you are going with him reluctantly. That night you and Chris really hit it off and became good friends, but when he learned that you never built a blanket fort before, he really wanted to help you build your first one.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Mention of abandonment by a mother, mention of an alcoholic father, social anxiety.

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''Wait, you're telling me you never built a blanket fort before?!'' Chris asked surprised, and you turn bright red while shaking your head. ''No, I'm sorry to disappoint but I never built one before.'' you looked away, too embarrassed to look at Chris after your confession. You just wanted this conversation to be over with, you never liked it when all the attention was on you anyways. ''Also, please keep your voice down, I don't want everyone to know I didn't exactly have a fun childhood, okay?'' she shushed him and the memories came flooding back, leaving her with a bit of a lump in her throat. Her mom left her when she was 3, and her dad wasn't really a good role model either, mostly drinking beer to get through his days. She's glad she hasn't seen him in about 8 years now, but it doesn't take away from the fact that she didn't have a typical 'happy' childhood.

''You're right, I'm sorry. But I do think we should build one so you can see what you've missed out on, it will be so much fun.'' he offered, and you thought about it for a little bit. ''Can I think about it? I mean, we don't even know each other that well, we just met today...'' you said whit a shy voice. You were never the type of person to go around and meet new people, but when Scott asked you to come to a barbecue with him and his family, you couldn't say no. You always had a soft spot for him since you moved next door to him, and for some reason, the two of you practically became inseparable after only a few short months. That is why when he asked for you to come as well - ''don't worry, they're gonna love you!'' he said - you just couldn't refuse. For him, you'd do anything, and that is what got you into this moment right here.

''Yeah, no, that's okay. Actually, let's just forget I offered. I don't want to be rude and I feel like I sprung that on you. I'm sorry.'' he said with a sorrowful look in his eyes. He looked away and quickly picked up his beer before walking back outside where the barbecue was being prepared to see if he could help. ''Hey, what's going on here?'' Scott asked when he saw the look on your face, you looked both sad and a little scared at the same time. ''Do you need me to punch Chris for what he did? I'll do it right now!'' he said and started walking to the door, but you grabbed Scott's arm before he could go too far. ''Please don't!'' you say with a bit of a chuckle, knowing he would do it without even needing an explanation, but Chris didn't deserve to get punched by his brother, he was just trying to be nice. ''He didn't do anything wrong, it's just me. I'm sorry,'' you said, and Scott left it at that.

''Shall we go have a look outside and see how everyone's doing? I know it's not your usual thing to do this, but they all love you like I said they would. I'm not going anywhere, I promise.'' Scott said with a little pout and a stretched-out hand. ''Okay!'' you sigh and let out a little laugh, still nervous about being surrounded by all these people you barely knew. You'd heard stories about each and every one of them, but it was different now that you were actually here. Scott has always been honest about Chris and the fact that he was famous, so you knew that in advance, but it was still different when you actually met him, you've never met a celebrity before him, and you really didn't know what to do or say. ''Y/N, look at me-'' Scott said before the two of you walked into Chris' house. ''-Chris is just a normal person, like you and me, just more annoying is all. I get that it is quite a big hurdle for you to meet someone like him, but I'll be by your side this whole time. I believe in you!'' he said and with that reassurance, you walked into his house.

At first, you were greeted by the happy barking and tail wagging of Dodger, and you immediately crouched down to give him some love, you always loved dogs. ''Hi, buddy!'' you said and a big smile appeared on your face when he ran to you, sniffing you to see who you were. When he concluded his sniffing and accepted you, he quickly came in for cuddles and scratches, being the lovable goofball everyone knows and loves. ''Ah, I see you've met Dodger already! He likes you, I can tell,'' Chris said with some laughter weaved through his voice. ''Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were here already...'' you said and got extremely flustered when you saw Chris, you couldn't shake the fact that he was famous out of your head, and it made you very nervous. ''It's okay! I get it, I always like dogs more than people too,'' he said with a wink. ''I'm Chris, it's nice to meet you...'' he asked and you told him your name when grabbing his hand. ''It's nice to meet you Y/N! I've heard a lot about you from Scott, all good things of course,'' he said followed by some booming laughter.

''You told them about me...?'' you asked and immediately got very shy, you didn't know Scott told everyone about you. ''Well yeah, why wouldn't I tell them about my best friend?!'' he said and he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you a little closer and you immediately felt a little lighter now that he did that. ''Yeah, I guess..'' you said a little unsure and Scott immediately could tell you were getting uncomfortable, your social anxiety started to get the best of you now. ''Let's go into the kitchen and get something to drink, shall we? Then we can slowly introduce you to everyone. Like I said, I'll be by your side the whole time okay?'' Scott proposed and you agreed. ''Again, I'm sorry. It is really nice to meet you, Chris, you have a beautiful house!'' and you gave him a small wave before walking after Scott, earning yourself a smile as a thank you.

The rest of the introductions went a lot smoother, and everyone made you feel very welcome, Lisa even went the extra mile to make sure you felt welcome by getting your favorite drinks and snacks as well. She pulled you in for a hug, one you haven't had for as long as you could remember. Ever since your own mom walked out of your life, you never had the love of a parent, and getting a hug from Lisa made your broken heart a little bit less painful, and tears started forming in your eyes. You really couldn't stop yourself and the tears started trickling down your cheeks, and you can't hide the fact that you're sobbing now. ''Oh darling, what's wrong?'' she asked while rubbing soft circles around your back to soothe you. ''Come on, let's get you inside,'' she said and she gently walked you back inside, letting everyone else know the two of you will be right back.

''I-, I- I'm sorry Lisa, I didn't mean to...'' you started but couldn't stop, the tears that have been built up all these years were finally surfacing. ''Oh no, please don't apologize, it's okay!'' she said and Scott came in. ''Y/N? Are you okay?'' he asked wondering. ''Do you want me to tell her what's going on?'' and you slightly nodded, you wouldn't be able to tell her if you tried, so you're glad he came to your rescue. He told her about your mom, your dad, your childhood, and the fact that all of that has led to a pretty severe case of social anxiety. It took all of your energy to come here and meet everyone, because you were just thinking about everything that could go wrong, and your anxiety was at an all-time high. ''How about you go lie down for a bit? Chris won't mind if you use his guest room. That way you can calm down a little bit, and pick yourself back together before going back out there,'' she said and you happily accepted.

A few hours later you had woken up from your nap and were just sitting in the bed and scrolling on your phone for a bit. Scott knocked on the door and came in, seeing how you were doing. ''I'm doing better now, but I can't go out there now! They all saw how I broke down, I can't face them now...'' you said embarrassed. ''Don't worry about that, Ma took care of that and just told Chris you were going to lay down for a nap. No one else besides us three knows what was going on, and they're not gonna mention it, I promise.'' and with that, you went down with Scott and outside to the barbecue. After a while, the conversation started flowing naturally and you felt more and more welcome, and grateful you could be there with all of them. ''Thank you, Scott,'' you said softly, and your eyes fell shut right then and there after such a tiring day. It didn't take long before you were sleeping on his shoulder, and Chris offered to take you back to his guest room so you could sleep there.

~ A few weeks later ~

''Okay, I finally thought about it and I want to give the blanket fort a try. Ever since the barbecue I couldn't stop thinking about it, and it does seem fun!'' you tell Chris. The night of the barbecue you slept over at his house, and the next day the both of you got to talking. You didn't feel like you were an imposter in his house, he made you feel very welcome and you have been around quite a few times after that day. ''Yes, finally!'' Chris said, and he went to grab blankets, pillows, and a few chairs so he could make a blanket fort with the chairs and the couch. After about 30 minutes it was done, and both of you looked proud of your work. ''Now the fun part, let's get some snacks, drinks, and a few movies for a movie night!'' he exclaimed and practically ran into his kitchen with Dodger on his heels. ''You're such a dork...'' you whispered under your breath and couldn't help but laugh at this action.

''Here are the snacks and drinks, now it's time to go in!'' he said and he grabbed your hand to guide you to the entrance. ''Ladies first,'' he said with a bit of a mischievous grin on his face. You bent down and climbed in to get settled in the mountain of pillows, followed by Chris and Dodger, who didn't want to miss out on the fun and cuddles he would no doubt get in this fort. ''Wanna watch Harry Potter?'' Chris asked and didn't even wait for an answer, he already knew you would never say no to watching that, so he pulled up the first movie whilst getting comfortable. You decided to scoot a little closer to Chris and when your shoulders were touching, he put his arm around your shoulders so you could get snuggled into his side, putting your head on his chest. You let out a little sigh of relief and were very thankful for Scott introducing the two of you, you wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

''Here's to many more blanket forts and movie nights!'' he said while picking up his beer, and you grabbed your can of cola to say cheers with him. ''To many more moments like this one,'' you said and gave him a little kiss on his cheek before settling in his chest again. Neither of you saw it, but both of your faces got bright red at the action, and after 3 films the both of you fell asleep in the fort, limbs tangled all around the other. You have never been more grateful for someone, than you were at this very moment, in your blanket fort.

[secretswiftymarvelfan]

In your corner - Chris Evans and Co

A/N: one of my coworkers was rude to me today and it got me wondering how each CE babe would respond to you complaining about it to them

Warnings: Language! Insinuation of Murder!

Jake Jensen

Jake would instantly console you and let you just rant about it

But when he could tell that ranting wasn’t working he changed tactics

He’d make his way into his games den and load up the copy of Sims 4 that he brought for you

He’d start making a sim of your coworker who upset you using a reference photo that the losers helped him get hold off

He’d then call you in and let you use all the different kinds of deaths in sims to work through your anger

“How you feeling now?” He’d ask slinging his arm around your shoulder

“Much less murderous, thank you babe” you grin leaning in to kiss him

Andy Barber

Andy had heard you complain about this coworker many many times and he decided enough was enough

He had a hunch that your coworker was as great as they made themselves out to be so using his DA skills he got digging

It didn’t take long for him to find out that your coworker had jumped from job to job, state to state, far more often than the normal person did.

A little more digging found that you’re coworker had left their jobs just before the business got into some difficulties

Connecting all the dots Andy discovered that they had been embezzling funds from every company they worked for

so it wasn’t long until the police showed up at your office and arrested your coworker, Andy sending you a sly wink as they did so

Colin Shea

Whenever your coworker was mean or rude to you it instantly made your confidence plummet.

Colin had spent many evening just holding you and trying to remind you how smart, beautiful and just goddamn amazing you were

But he could tell it never really sunk in so he got to work

At his next gig he made sure you had the best seat in the house and were always in his eyeline

So when they started playing their new song he could sing it directly to you

Tears collected in your eyes as he sang about how he fell in love with the a girl who doesn’t know how amazing she is and how he’d spend the rest of his days proving her wrong and showing the world how special she was

As the song ended he mouthed ‘I love you’ to you, and as soon as the set ended you ran up on stage and gave him the biggest kiss ever

Ari Levinson

Ari played the long game.

He knew that you coworker also shopped at the same grocery store so it was only a matter of time until they crossed paths

When they did Ari first played it nice, introducing himself with a handshake but the mind games were already afoot.

He used his large frame and 6ft 3 hight to tower over your coworker and gripped his hand extra tight

He kept the conversation flowing until he saw your coworker lower their guard and thats when he went in for the kill.

The smile he had on his face dropped and turned serious.

“I’ve heard you’ve been making this hard for Y/N” he started, when your coworker tried to defend himself Ari didn’t let a single word leave his lips.

He put him exactly in his place reminding him that you outranked him in every instance and if he was rude to you ever again the Ari was going to have words

“And it’ll be my fists doing the talking”

You coworker just meekly apologised and promise to be better and apologise to you.

Lloyd Hansen

It was plain and simple when it came to Lloyd.

You complained to him about your coworker

The next day your coworker completely disappeared, never to be seen again

🩵🩵🩵

That’s all I can think of for now but I’ll add more if I think of any and recommendations are welcome!

[bookishtheaterlover7]

AI anon here. I don't know if you want to publish this but this it's what the AI created. You're right, it's a good catharsis, it's not fun for Chris, but it's quite therapeutic for those of us who are sad about the situation.

WARNING, THIS IS CONTENT CREATED BY ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE.

"Title: Chris Evans Moves Forward After Disastrous Marriage To Alba Baptista

Introduction: Captain America actor, Chris Evans is moving forward after his disastrous marriage to actress Alba Baptista. The two were married for only a short period before their divorce was announced. Fans speculated that the marriage was a PR relationship, and Evans' reputation took a hit due to Baptista's behavior with the press, which included making rude comments and displaying a bad attitude towards reporters. Additionally, there was controversy surrounding Baptista's past, which included racist comments made by her friends in the past. Despite these setbacks, Evans is working to rebuild his relationship with fans and his career after the fiasco of his marriage.

Body:

Chris Evans, who is best known for his role as Captain America on the big screen, recently announced his divorce from actress Alba Baptista. The two were married for only 6 months before calling it quits, and the breakup shocked fans. While the exact details of the divorce are not known, fans have speculated that the two had a PR marriage or a relationship that was solely for publicity purposes.

Many fans were also put off by Baptista's behavior towards the press during the couple's short-lived marriage. Baptista, who is 16 years younger than Evans, made rude and condescending comments to reporters, and her attitude towards them was not well received by the public. Baptista was also embroiled in controversy due to racist comments made by her friends in the past.

Since the divorce, Evans has been working hard to rebuild his relationship with fans and his career. Evans is known for his charming personality and his commitment to his work. He has previously spoken about the importance of kindness and respect in the world, and many fans have taken to social media to show their support for Evans.

In terms of his career, Evans has a number of projects in the works. He recently wrapped up filming on "The Gray Man," a thriller directed by Joe and Anthony Russo, and he is set to reprise his role as Captain America in the upcoming film "Captain America: New World Order." Evans is also scheduled to star in the miniseries "Defending Jacob," which is based on the best-selling novel by William Landay."

Alright, AI might have the possibility of being dangerous. But damn does it have the ability to create some of the best fucking things in the whole wide world 😍😍😍😍😍

Thank you, An🫶n! The catharsis is real 😍😍😍😍😍

[bigtreefest]

The Loss of a Teardrop Diamond: pick me up and sling me over your shoulder like those bags of grain pls (edit to title after watching through: Men are stupid)

I’ve never done a complete 180° flip on characters like this in a movie before. Let’s go through it, shall we?

This movie did NOT offer subtitles, and I’d be lying if I said it was easy to understand the southern accents without them. And that’s with my keen ability to understand a Pittsburgh accent, which is arguably worse at times.

Absolutely wild, but when do I not exaggerate and say that? This is somewhat of a play-by-play of what was going through my mind as I watched.

First off, CE was to die for in the movie. I don’t know exactly what it was about it (I know exactly what it was) but I fell in love. Country accent Chris Evans is something else, but Boston accent is much better. But this is a good look, I like it.

Such a simple man with a good heart, and smart enough to get a scholarship to ole miss!? He seemed decent, and the acting was actually pretty good.

The little clueless look of mild discomfort on his face the whole time was so adorable. Any time he was at a party or visiting his mother. I also took note of the way this disappeared as soon as he was home with his dad. As soon as he was in his domain and in control. This is me commending his ability to portray that dichotomy of environments.

But fr, like, how does everyone know who he is and not say anything about him being poor?

I love the way he turned down Caroline at the dance tho. He very obviously does not want to be there, but isn’t that the point? But that statement about him being hired by Fisher struck an alarm for me. Is she almost fetishizing the poor boy?

Fishy is outta left field. It’s unfortunate she’s been forced into this kind of a life, but she’s… a lot.

Also, it’s movies like this that remind me how much the south lags in terms of modernity and stays rooted in tradition sometimes. Like, if you think about it, this takes place at a very similar time as to when Steeb was growing up in Brooklyn in cap, but like, it’s totally worlds away.

Omg, not him hinting at being an escort to make ends meet and get his mom better. He’s ready to sell his soul and body to this girl for his ma and a condition that can’t really heal.

Vinnie definitely saw the diamond in the driveway. I saw her look down when she first saw Jimmy.

Omg not Jimmy having a condom on him during that strip search. Iolllllll

Also also, not the assisted suicide. This lady on her death bed is really spitting facts. It’s a rude awakening for dear Fishy. She knows how much she loves Jimmy and knows that really should be her number one concern.

Poor thing is just peculiar and no one gets her. But to be fair, she does not make it easy.

Fishy, have fun in Europe. You deserve it. You need to get outta this town. It’s not for you. Rip. She doesn’t leave.

I JUST SQUEALED. The way he backed her up against that wall when she’s talking about the way he dresses. I’m gonna throw up. Do that to me. Please. Oop. She struck a nerve talking about his father.

The boys in the yard absolutely suck. All boys in this movie suck.

Why does Jimmy like Vinnie so much? Everyone else very evidently does not.

Dude, tbh the postman game makes me uncomfortable. No need for all this young adult fornication is too much.

I get it’s Halloween, but these costumes and masks are fucking creepy as hell. I didn’t sign up for Fishy’s opium fever dream. She is good at playing the piano tho. Poor thing is in pain.

I FUCKING KNEW IT. Vinnie sucks. And Jimmy just slept with her!!! I’m CRYING. THIS IS SO FUCKED UP. I CANT BELIEVE YOU JUST DID THAT, JIMMY. I BLAME BOTH OF YOU, LITTLE BITCHES. (This was very evidently the moment of the switch-up. Little horny bastardized ruining everything. Keep it in your pants until you have the full story.) (I’m not hating on him for sleeping with Vinnie, I’m hating on him for not seeing Vinnie’s poor character sooner.)

Fisher, you’re a queen, calling Jimmy a scared little boy in the dark. Jimmy, you ARE such a stupid little boy. No way you like these people even though you say you do. Everyone here sucks. This all is making me soupy saddy in the bad way.

Not her saying Jimmy is like god to her. Fishy!!!! You know nothing of what he’s done.

He convinced Vinnie to give back the Diamond. I TOLD YOU knew that she stole it. I really don’t know what he saw in her. Sure, no shame in being poor, but she still kinda sucks

Now that Jimmy is driving Fishy home, he’s still being a little bitch. Check yourself, boy, I swear.

Ohhhhhh. He didn’t want to be with Fisher bc he thinks she can do better than him? I mean, agreed, but that’s still no excuse for your immorality.

They both know she doesn’t belong, but she’s got a lot to stay for. Use your Paris education to fix the world, girl!!!

Despite Jimmy’s amusement of Fisher at the first party and his confession at the end, she still does not get enough credit besides the one lady on her deathbed

Poor Fisher knows no one will ever love her or see her for who she truly is. This is so sad. So I guess he finally kissed her at the levee? What an unsatisfying ending. Fishy deserves the world and Jimmy is such a BOY😭🙄.

[knight-already]

Here’s a thought:

Young bby boy Severus  being age eight or nine  hiding in a bush watching the Evan sisters play, particularly interested lily who is using magic.... described to look at lily 'hungrily' or with 'undisguised greed' on his face.

How long had he watched the other children in his town play without joining in... or being allowed to join in?

I know a lot of ppl like to bag on one scene in the snape household and say Tobias is abusive tool -- which fair. But -- if we look into this scene a bit closer.

Severus was only interested in Lily because she had magic. 

He lived in spinster end his whole life.

He claimed his father hated magic, so I doubt Severus had many chances to go to the wizarding world no magic in their house hold since  his mother most likely never told his father that she was magic and I'm sure it was a nasty surprise when Severus started doing accidental magic and she couldn't cover for him anymore.

Most likely what that fight we saw in Severus’ memories was about -- Eileen lied to him and had a child with him.

I mean -- That has something weird about it right? 

From lily we learn calling someone a ‘witch’ is a bad thing  so no doubt Tobias was upset that his son was magic from then his trust and their marriage probably went down the drain.

With the cat out of the bag -- Eileen starts telling severus stories of his magical heritage.

I see this two ways:

1.Severus was warned in fear of being outed in a muggle town for having magic was warned to not play with children who didn't have magic then he finds lily. [But I don think this was the case the kids don't act like its some big frightening secret.]

2. She had him believe that he was special among the muggles and fills his head with muggle prejudice that I'm sure found its was to Tobias, he tells her to cool it. But she had already filled Severs head with an [us] and [them] mentality. Maybe he was told muggles are below him, that he should not play with them --

Maybe Tobias and her would argue about this, the neighbors where side eyeing them as is and now Severus couldn’t even play with the others. Ad in Severus’s agility to say the most rude wrong thing [that he didn't mean it just came across that way -- as he parroted back what his mum told him]

 but there was little Tobias could do when he worked all day. 

When Severus heard these talks he would reason that his father as wrong, that he didn't see that he was better than others like his mother said. that there was an easy solution for all this and that was for him to just find a magical child he could play with

His mother said muggleborns did exist so he watched for a long time until he found one:

enter {LILY} 

 But he had no social skills apart from talking to his mother and father, he planned and planned how to talk to her and he just couldn't wait to finally have a friend that met the Criteria so he  'hungrily' with 'undisguised greed' on his face observed her. 

Severus was probably so sad when she wasn't impressed by him, I’m sure he  was isolated by the other children in the town because of his behavior towards them refusing to play. I could imagine, that Severus was so happy they were finally headed off to Hogwarts he thought that meant he would meet people who were finally worthy of him -- a place for only magical children -- and endless option of friends.

Only for him to be rejected.

Because the whole glue for his and lily’s friendship was his knowledge on Magic he didn't really have anything to work with outside of that especially since all the children where learning with him. Maybe he worked so hard in school was so he had something to:

 1. occupy his time -- he genuinely liked to study 

2. he was used by his peers to do their assignments and cheat off of.

 Which he was fine with since he didn't know how else relate to his peers.

Of course there is also the fact that he was getting bullied by James and co. and was a slytherin and that added to his isolation.

Poor thing had a losing hand no matter what he did,

[just-michael799]

Hey micheal I was wondering if u did this account in secret from ur mother and why are u saying rude stuff about her. She literally did nothing wrong. Plus she doesn't hate u for being trans gender she was only caring about u ,and u should be lucky for that.

And be happy that u don't have a toxic mother who doesn't care about u. Plus if she was bad she would make u isolated in ur home for years. Like me ,plus be happy that u have friends that cares about u ,but I see that ur the rude one here. Like they love u but u think that there bad ,like hello are u dumb can't u see it.

Also she pays for ur education ,like if she was bad she wouldn't pay for it. But u just like saying rude stuff about her. When she literally just cared for u like dude ur so rude. She loves u, she feed u, she wasted money on u,and u should be lucky that u have roof over ur head. Also I think u should thank ur mother for that.

Anyways u should always appreciate how many sacrifices she did for u, and always love her for that ,but u don't give a fuck u son of a bitch. And I think u should shut up and love her like how hard is that. Also u should support ur mother for how much she did for u.

Now I want u to love her or else u heartless bitch who doesn't have any respect.

Respect ur mother kids.

No Bc If I Loved Her, She'll Still Act Like a Dumb Transphobic Woman. & Even If She “Loves” Me, I Can't Trust Her. No, Education Can't Help Me. I'm Aware School Can Kill Students Mentally. EVAN ONLINE SCHOOL. No, I Ani't a Heartless Bitch. I Have Mommy Issues, Just Bc I Have Them You Don't Get To Tell Me That Kind Of Stuff. Bc In My Opinion, As a Person Who Has Mommy Issues, It's Offense.

And Don't Even Thank My Mother. All She Does Is Literally Stupid Shit & Doesn't Like Me. And She Evan Says That If Her Dogs Do Anything Bad, She K!ll Them (Without Paying).

And Well.. She's Already Manipulative. She Gaslighted Me :)

She Did Do Anything Wrong. Don't Get The Wrong Idea..

And My Apologies For Being Mean, I Can't Control Myself Tbh.

And Don't Even Say “Not All Mom's Are Bad” Or “If You Hate Ur Mom, U'll Never Exist” Bc That's Just Pathetic, & I Know Mom's Can Be Bad, I'm Aware Of This. And Even If She Can Be "Nice" To Me, I'll Still Be Ending Up Doing Thoughts Of Su***de So Don't Be Like Her

Infact, Saying “If You Don't Love Ur Mom, Ur Heartless” Is Giving Me That Guilt Trip There, Stop

[rebelmeg]

15 Questions, 15 People

I was tagged by @asamandra, who is a delightful bean!

Nickname: Meg, MegMeg, Meggle, Nutmeg, Butmeg, and hubby likes to call me Trixie (because that would be my stripper name, he started using it as a joke to make me giggle, and now he can't stop using it.)

Sign: Libra

Height: 5'3"ish, which is around 161 cm

Last Thing I Googled: inches to centimeter conversion (the one before that was Indian embroidery, since I'm reading a book that features that quite heavily.)

Song stuck in my head: Boom Boom by Vengaboys

Number of followers: ....I don't know? Don't really care to find out either, honestly. I'm here to carefully cultivate my trash heap, so if anyone else wants to enjoy my trash heap, by all means.

Amount of sleep: Typically average around 4 hours at a time, as my body naturally wakes up then. Which is why I sleep half at night, half during the day. Yes, people are rude about it. Often.

Dream job: Trophy wife, hands down. Trust fund baby would be a nice second.

Wearing: a dark purple shirt with "Me crazy? I should get down off this unicorn and slap you" in rainbow block letters on the front. I made it!

Movie/Book that summarizes you: Is there a book or movie about an average 30-something wife/writer/mom that likes food, is a pack rat, and loves Tony Stark? Because I wouldn't read/watch that, all the fun stuff happens in her head.

Favorite song: Can't pick a #1 fave, but my most recent obsession is with sea shanties. The Last Shanty by Nathan Evans has been on repeat for several days!

Favorite Instrument: Geez, no idea. I like several of them for specific and/or similar reasons. Clarinets for good bouncy music, pianos and cellos do really pretty and/or melancholy so well, mandolins make me feel all !!! inside, ukeleles are a different, calmer bouncy.

Aesthetic: Uh, probably glitter. Colorful glitter.

Favorite authors: JK Rowling, JR Ward, Julia Quinn, Lois Lowry

Random Fun Fact: I have a scar on my knuckle shaped like a J! I named it Jarvis, and it doesn't even have a cool story. (I also thought this was asking for like... a generic random fun fact for a second and I sat here trying to decide between an animal fun fact or something else.)

I'm not in a tagging mood, so if you see this and would like to play too, by all means, consider yourself tagged!

[auspicious-manner]

Hi, could you write a bit angsty mike faist x reader where they are in relationship and reader thinks that she isn' enough pretty/fit for him, because he is a dancer and an actor? And mike comforts her about that?

i’m sorry for the slow updates, life has been so busy but i’m still around, just working at a slower pace!

this story was a hard one for me to write. not because i had writers block, but because i related deeply to some of the content in this one. i’ve struggled with body dysmorphia, overthinking, and anxiety before, and this story resonates with me and probably so many others as well. i wanted to approach it in a way that would make me feel comforted if i was actively struggling with these issues.

female reader x mike faist

warnings: anxiety, body dysmorphia, harassment from men, rude comments about body, panic attack

Perfect to Me

•

as humans, we have complex emotions and moods that sometimes seem to make zero sense whatsoever. sometimes they can be positive feelings, like love and joy. sometimes they can be negative, like jealousy and resentment. however bad or good, these emotions make us human, and are completely normal.

at least, that’s what Y/N told herself everyday. she hoped that if she kept repeating that mindset in her brain, it would start to become the truth. her mind was intricate, and her thoughts would sometimes spiral out of control. these thoughts only elevated when she met her boyfriend. all day every day, she was a conflicting mix of proud and in love, while also being down and disappointed.

Y/N couldn’t begin to find the words to describe her boyfriend, mike faist. he was everything to her. he had made a name for himself, and he was the epitome of a triple threat. she had met him shortly after he joined the cast of “dear evan hansen” on broadway, and they quickly became close. a year later, they began to date, and since they made it official two years ago, Y/N had an ongoing inner battle with herself.

mike was a star. he was the most talented person she knew. and Y/N? she didn’t think of herself as anything more than just a girl. every day, she questioned why mike chose her out of the millions of girls he could have had.

she lived with him in new york city, and worked as a paid intern at the headquarters of an up and coming fashion company. when her schedule allowed, she would visit him while on set or at a stage production of his.

one morning, she had to wake up early for a business meeting at the office, and the alarm on her smart watch woke her up at exactly six in the morning. Y/N’s eyes shot open, and she saw that mike was still fast asleep at her side. she slowly wriggled her way out of his grasp as to not wake him, stopping every few seconds to make sure he was still asleep. finally, her feet touched the cold wood below her and she peered outside her apartment window to see the sun rising above the city.

she went to the bathroom and glanced over her average features in the mirror. her once defined facial structures were starting to fall, her hips were wide, her stomach wasn’t completely flat, and her arms were looking extra big today. Y/N sighed, her feelings weighing heavily on her conscience.

she got dressed for work, putting on a tight skirt with a long sleeved blouse tucked in. she looked over herself, and saw that the fabric closely hugged her curves.

Y/N tried to sneak around mike who was still sleeping as best she could. however, when she dropped her phone on the ground in the bedroom resulting in the loudest thud possible, he shot up from bed.

“are you okay?” he asked groggily. “i heard something fall.”

Y/N frowned. “sorry mike, i just dropped my phone.”

“are you leaving?” mike asked, still squinting at her as his eyes adjusted to the morning light.

“yeah, but i’ll be back around four today.”

“okay, i’ll be home at about six. have a good day at work,” he said as Y/N walked over to the bed and leaned down to give mike a kiss.

“i’ll try. you have a good day too.”

“i love you, Y/N.”

“i love you too, mike,” she responded before leaving.

she walked out of the apartment complex and down the streets of new york to the office where she worked, which was only a few blocks away. she entered the building, being greeted by the smell of coffee, fabric, and paper. Y/N went straight to her boss’s office to collect her tasks for the day.

she knocked on his door gently before hearing a grisly “come in” from the other side. she opened it and saw her boss, named henry beauford.

beauford wasn’t known for being a kind boss. he often subjected his workers to unpaid overtime and overworking, and was unnecessarily harsh on those who worked every day to make his company grow. Y/N was afraid of him, considering one wrong move would have her blacklisted from any other fashion company in new york.

he had old, sunken eyes, and a taste for stylish suits. his hair was fading from a dull brown to a light grey, and his cheek bones remained chiseled despite his age.

beauford looked up from his desk and eyed Y/N. “good morning. i have to start our meeting in roughly…” he started, glancing at his watch. “ten minutes. go get me and anyone else here that wants coffee some coffee. i want my usual.”

Y/N nodded and quickly left the room, making her way to the coffee station on the second floor. on her way, she got four more orders to make.

she began pouring the hot coffee into cups, but was interrupted when she felt a tap on her shoulder. she turned around and saw a coworker of hers named jesse.

jesse was constantly talking to her and flirting, despite Y/N’s best attempts to shoo him away. she mentioned to him that she had a boyfriend multiple times, yet he still went after her. she was not in the mood to deal with the likes of him today.

“hey Y/N, how has your morning gone?” he asked smoothly.

“just fine, thanks jesse.”

he paused. “tomorrow night, i was going to go out to dinner with friends, but my date flaked on me. i need someone by my side for the dinner, want to come with me?” jesse asked with a smile.

“no thank you.”

“come on, i’ll pay,” he persisted.

“i said no,” Y/N said, harsher this time.

jesse’s smile fell. “i’m surprised your boyfriend hasn’t broken up with you, you aren’t necessarily all that beautiful. he could do much better, and you know it. but you’d be perfect for me. i don’t need a perfect girl.”

Y/N’s eyes widened. she knew jesse was right; mike could do so much better. however, hearing it aloud was a whole new feeling for her.

“i-i’m going to go deliver my coffees.”

she ran off, leaving jesse in the dust. she made her rounds in the office, taking her time delivering the coffees to the various employees. finally, on her last stop, she made it to beauford’s once again.

she knocked, and when the familiar “come in” sounded, Y/N entered to find beauford and jesse having a conversation. as soon as she stepped foot into the room, their eyes fell on her in a cold as ice way.

“i-is something wrong?” Y/N asked nervously, resting the cup on his desk.

beauford looked her up and down. “yes, actually. there is,” he started. jesse was smiling devilishly at the look on Y/N’s face.

“jesse brought to my attention that your outfit isn’t exactly… office appropriate,” beauford stated.

Y/N squinted her eyes. “what? this is perfectly within the dress code.”

“the clothes themselves are, but they hug your body a bit too tight. we can see all of your curves.”

Y/N looked down. she wasn’t big, but she definitely was not skinny. the curves on her stomach and hips were what she was most insecure about, and her clothes apparently highlighted the natural curvature of her body too much.

she wasn’t having any of it. “so if a skinny girl wore this outfit, it would be okay?”

“precisely. that’s why i’m going to send you home for a few days to hopefully get rid of a few of those curves.”

Y/N’s face fell from a look of anger to a look of pure horror and embarrassment. tears welled up in her eyes, and jesse sent her a sly smile. he was behind all of this because he was tired of being rejected.

at this point, her mind was completely torn on what to do. half of her wanted to fight it, give them a piece of her mind. then again, she wanted this job. it was her dream to design clothes, and this job could get her there.

Y/N gulped, trying to ignore the lump in her throat and the red on her cheeks. “okay, i’m sorry. see you in a few days.”

she turned around and walked out, holding back the tears that were trying so desperately to make an appearance.

as Y/N walked home, it felt like the streets of new york were spinning. her mind was dazed, and it felt like that until she unlocked the door to her and mike’s apartment and closed herself inside.

when she made it inside, she burst into tears. she had never felt so humiliated, torn down, and embarrassed. and the worst part was that she knew what they said was right.

Y/N ran to the bathroom and viewed herself in the mirror. her curves were very much present, and her puffy eyes added to the disillusion that she was anything less than beautiful. she continued sobbing and slid her back against the door.

her breathing was becoming irregular, and her tears slowed when she began to hyperventilate. she reached for her phone to call mike, but there was no reply.

“mike, please!” she yelled, trying it again. her heart rate quickened, and she continued gasping for air.

she tried and tried again, but stopped when she remembered that mike probably didn’t want anything to do with her. she was nothing, and he was something. he shouldn’t have to console Y/N in a moment like this.

she laid down on the floor, hoping to stop the pain in her chest and her headache. the panic attack made her feel like she needed to pass out. then, Y/N felt her body disassociate until everything went black, and she was out cold.

Y/N’s eyes slowly fluttered open, and she saw the ceiling above her. she felt the cold tile underneath her body, and she couldn’t remember why she was laying on the ground. however, she felt like she had a long, much needed nap.

she checked the time, which was five o’clock. she couldn’t believe she had slept for that long.

she knew that mike would be home in an hour. when Y/N saw a message from her boss about what day she would be coming back to work and missed calls from mike, all of what had happened in the morning came flooding back to her.

her lip quivered, and she gently cried once again. this cry wasn’t a panicked, heart-wrenching sob like her previous one was. this one was slower, more melancholic.

she sat her back against the wall and cried it out. she thought about how much she hated her appearance, and how much she felt like a disappointment compared to her boyfriend. she almost felt it’d be easier to break up with him before she got even more attached to someone she knew she shouldn’t have.

the time flew by, and before she knew it, the familiar sound of mike unlocking their apartment door came from outside the closed bathroom door. Y/N’s tears halted for a moment before continuing when she heard his footsteps.

“Y/N, i’m home,” mike announced, worry already present in his voice. Y/N tried to give a reply, but no words came out.

“Y/N? where are you? i received so many missed calls from you today.” he questioned.

finally, Y/N croaked a harsh “in here.”

the footsteps quickened, and there was a knock at the door before mike pulled open the door. he looked around and saw a hunched over Y/N pressed against the wall, still in her work clothes and eyes puffy from crying.

“oh my god Y/N, what happened?” mike asked, bending down in front of her. the concern in his voice made Y/N begin crying again. he placed his hands on her arms comfortingly.

Y/N sighed and stood up. mike stood up too, and she turned her back to him.

“what’s wrong? did i do something?” he asked, his voice getting more confused by the second.

she shook her head. “n-no. it’s not you, it’s me.”

mike frowned. “what-?”

“today at work, a male coworker of mine was fed up with me not giving him a chance. he went to my boss, and he made up a dress code rule and sent me home to lose a few pounds. all because my outfit hugged my curves too tight.”

mike turned red with anger, and his face scrunched up. “that’s it, those men can’t treat you like this. that’s ridiculous.”

mike’s face softened when he realized there was something deeper going on. “Y/N don’t let those men get to you. they don’t know what they’re talking about.”

“but the thing is they’re right,” she exclaimed, mike’s heart breaking with every word. she took a pause. “they’re right. i’m not as skinny as i could be, i’m not all that pretty, and i’m boring. and you? you’re amazing. you’re doing big things and i’m just kind of… there. you can do so much better, mike. so much better. you deserve someone good.”

mike stared back at her, and Y/N swore she saw a glimmer of tears in his eyes. he stepped closer to her. “is that really what you think?”

Y/N nodded and cried harder. “yes.”

mike wrapped her in a hug, but she didn’t hug back. she loved the feeling of being close to him, but the more distant she could be, the easier it would be to break things off.

mike pulled away, his arms lingering around her. he took his hands and wiped away her tears.

“mike, i don’t want to grow more attached than i already am. you need to go find someone else, i’m holding you back,” she pleaded.

mike pressed his hands against her cheeks and tilted her head up to make her look him in the eyes.

“i fell in love with you for a reason. do you know why?”

Y/N shook her head, and mike continued. “i fell in love with you because i didn’t like the idea of being with someone just like me. i like having a humble, regular girl. you aren’t flashy, you aren’t loud, you’re simply you. and that’s enough for me.” he removed a hand and gently used his other thumb to rub her cheek.

“but i-”

“let me finish,” mike interrupted. “you’re ambitious, brave, strong, cool, smart, and so much more. you complete me and ground me more than anyone. you keep me sane in the busiest of times. you help me so much more than you’d ever know. i need you, Y/N.”

“are you sure?” she asked innocently.

mike smiled. “i’ve always been sure. you’re perfect in my eyes, sweetheart, and i’ve always known you’re the one for me. you’re beautiful inside and out.”

“who told you i was perfect?” she asked, a small smile on her lips.

“no one had to tell me. you just are.”

Y/N leaned her head into his chest and cried some more. mike rested his hand behind her head, and wrapped the other one around her back.

she sniffled. “i’m sorry.”

“for what? you have nothing to apologize for,” mike consoled.

“i’m sorry for being obnoxious about this. today just sucked, really bad.”

“it’s my job as your boyfriend to keep you happy, safe, and comfortable. i would do this for you at any time,” he said quietly, trying not to cry in response to Y/N’s endless tears.

they stayed in their hug in the bathroom until Y/N calmed down. for her, she needed this love, and she couldn’t fathom the thought of breaking things off with him anymore. he was her rock.

[irresistiibles]

i was gonna do small little starter calls and changed my mind so under the cut is a post event plotting/starter call with little bits on how everyone is doing post event! i haven’t fully decided what i’m keeping/dropping but i know i’ll drop a lot, so feel free to message me if there’s something you really want to keep, but chances are if it’s not plot or connection heavy i will wind up dropping it. if you want something transitioned or time skipped to post event just let me know! otherwise all of my characters are under the cut with some little blurbs on how they’re doing! i’ll also be using memes as a way to get some new stuff going but in the meantime feel free to like to plot or reply with who you want the starter from/for! this is a long post underneath the cut i’m so sorry

achilles (2/5) : honestly he’s a little shaken. something about it all just did not set well with him, the violence, being out of control, everything, so he’s on edge and as a result a bit of an asshole but like when is he not honestly

starters: josh washington, dream

amber (1/5) : she had a fun time! i mean it was a little more stressful than a standard sparing matching but she’s not all that mad about it. they will be going around offering cleanup help or whatever else to help with repairs though

starters: noelle

asami sato (1/5) : very glad she didn’t murder korra. very over the city being like this. honestly she’s just trying to regain some normalcy though what even does normal mean around here. is gonna deal with her stress by being a little reckless but it is what is is

starters: lettie hatter

chihiro ogino (0/5) : honestly between not going on a date and being a little head empty even at the best of times chihiro really wasn’t all that affected by any of this. sympathetic to people’s issues though and happy to listen while she’s chilling

starters: ?

ciel phantomhive (0/5) : aware again! ciel is back to his typical ways of being a condescending rude little shit. he’s a little shaken, having his pile of memories which are mostly bad forced back on him really wasn’t a vibe but he’s not expressing that and will probably just be even more difficult to deal with than ever for a little while

starters: ?

emily davis (0/5) : i already did a starter call for her when i took her but if anyone else wants one lemmie know. she’s more stressed finding out people who should be dead are here than with anything regarding valentine’s day to be honest

starters: ?

esther mckinnon (2/5) : well her mom doesn’t know who she is so that’s a big pile of stress she’s not happy about. she’s used to these things happening but usually with people she can argue with and insist that she knows them, so figuring out how to express and deal with these emotions might be a bit of a time

starters: cleo mckinnon, stitch

glinda upland (1/5) : very upset! that she killed her best friend! needs some support some people to vent to or whatever because she’s loud and emotional no matter what’s happening and this is actually something worth being loud and emotional about 

starters:  addison wells

jin ling (0/5) : very relieved he didn’t stab anyone this time. stressed about the people he knows who are now unaware but will be acting annoyed about it. the stress of having such a big fam to check in on after things like this has him mostly just tired. he needs a whole nap

starters: ?

lily evans (3/5) : event over means she now has to go on the mission of making sure all of her friends got out of there alive which is always a task and a half. she’s glad she avoided everything but damn, could the city relax? tense but will be out helping people while trying to get back to normal

starters: fleur delacour, ginny weasley, rubeus hagrid

mianmian (0/5) : somehow both embarrassed and relieved that her murder attempt didn’t work. note to self rat poison is not guaranteed to kill a person. lesson learned. she’s gonna want to be a real hermit after this nonsense so someone come forcibly drag her outside please

starters: ?

madoka kaname (1/5) : avoided being shot through the power of being an upbeat lesbian so honestly she’s feeling pretty good. will be running around trying to help with recovery in whatever ways she can and get back to normalcy as she figures out what’s going on with her and homura. happy to have some friends of any kind

starters: tifa lockhart

mob (1/5) : Stressed and upset. he was supposed to have better control of his powers and then this happened. sure, rosemary was alright but that doesn’t make them feel a lot better. also trying not to be too stressed in case that sets off more destructive powers so he’s having a rough time. trying to keep to himself and focus on improving his jogging.

starters: benjamin

nico di angelo (1/5) : glad to have control over himself again. back to his usual of trying to avoid people and figure out why people don’t die long term here. he’s so bad at socializing but please give him a friend anyway he deserves it and is nice at his core i promise

starters: t.k. strand

nie huaisang (2/5) : freshly unaware! come be his friend he’s lots of fun. busy getting his phd in art history though i think he was something boring like a business major so he could have actual money before pursing his interests. give him some drinking buddies, people he tutors, pretentious museum friends, literally whatever

starters: childe, jin guangyao, elliot alderson, lan xichen

san (0/5) : killed someone but isn’t stressing about it tbh. killing a human is a positive in her mind though they don’t love that they lost control over themselves. she needs more human friends so she can chill a little please (or a nonhuman friend who understands her confusion and distaste for the city who makes her worse whatever)

starters: ?

shang qinghua (1/5) : was fully stabbed and is currently recovering. he’s gonna be achy for a little while and avoiding potential arson accusations. yeah he did it but that’s not the point. he’ll be whining about his injury but also bored from it and wishing he could run around and do more. he’s annoying sorry.

starters: sha hualing, luo binghe

shi qingxuan (1/5) : fully updated memories now and is having a bit of a time with it. honestly someone be their friend and give them a distraction. not sure about all of her usual lavish activities but if you want someone to hang out with and drink really cheap wine with qingxuan is great company. despite everything he’s trying his hardest to be optimistic.

starters: xie lian

toph beifong (05) : best valentine’s day ever tbh. a little stressed and upset about hurting innocent people. toph loves to fight sure, but she is a good person at her core and wouldn’t have wanted to go that far in usual conditions. could probably use a bit of cheering up, which for toph means reckless behavior so join them for stupid decisions and fun

starters: ?

victor nikiforov (1/5) : uh man is mostly confused about what the actual fuck went down. glad he didn’t get hurt or hurt anyone but seriously what was any of that. any normal people who wanna hang and wonder what the actual fuck this city is he is your guy.

starters: yuuri katsuki

yin yu (1/5) : does not realize his boss was killed and is now unaware because he’s too awkward to just ask why he’s being weird and is just assuming the guy forgot his name!! he could really use some chill company everyone he knows is A Lot and though that balances him well after something like this he would really just like some quiet

starters: yin yu

zagreus (0/5) : honestly? had fun. he’s apologetic about anyone he tried to fight, and will just apologize if needed but he loves to spar, and this was just a more intense version of that. he’s feeling hype after everything, loves being out of the underworld, thinks mortals are fun, and is getting a really messed up idea of what the human lifestyle is like

starters: ?

zhongli (1/5) : not feeling great ngl. he killed someone, and though he’s not the type to get really distressed he still doesn’t feel good about it! gonna keep himself busy with nice meals, visiting museums, and keeping himself busy with work so feel free to give them some company!

starters: childe

[babygorewhore]

lol i wanna try this shipping with evan characters🥹

so i have like medium length black hair, i have brown eyes (similar to evan), im 5’0 sadly :’) and i have a medium to deep brown skin.

im currently a uni student taking up Nursing. i like iced coffee and reading. i also like watching TV shows and movies. i listen to a lot of music that i dont have a specific genre lol but mostly i listen to LDR, Taylor Swift, Nirvana, The Smiths, Arctic Monkeys, Harry Styles and etc…

ummm… i guess things i dont like is ketchup (YES FUCK KETCHUP OK😤) and like when i see something disorganized. my pet peeves are rude people and people who chews loudly.

regarding my style…… lmao think of Rory Gilmore and Serena Van Der Woodsen combined😭. my friends usually say im more of a downtown girl vibe IWNDJJDKSJ

I DONT KNOW IF THIS IS OK ITS MY FIRST TIME😭❤️

YOU DID GREAT BABY!!!!!

SO IM GONNA HAVE TO GO WITH KAI!!! If you’re into psycho men…lemme tell you sum. HE WOULD BE OBSESSED WITH HOW SHORT YOU ARE!!! ALL THE SURPRISE SQUEEZES AND HEAD KISSES!!

But we could always consider pre cult Kai. Like I feel like he would find it so neat that you’re in nursing school. AND YEAH FUCK KETCHUP FOR REAL

He would like the same music, it’s one of the normal things about him. (Harry styles come on now hells yeah) But I feel like he would think your style is really cute compared to his. AND HE WOULD DEFEND YOU FROM RUDE PEOPLE. LIKE HOMIE WOULD LITERALLY KILL SOMEONE IF THEY WERE RUDE TO YOU

(Okay and canon, he would like if if you sat on his lap)