NRequested by @0-alixx-0 : So d’ya know how Jared is a method actor and didn’t break his Joker character? Could you maybe do a story or one-shot where you’re Jared’s gf and you go to see him on set and he’s Joker and at first you don’t understand but when he leads you to his trailer to ‘show you his toys’ you help him 'develop his character’ *SMUTTTT !* 😁😂
Authors note: I am a child of God.. BUT LOOORD I regret NOTHING
WARNINGS: Smut, lots of it… daddy kink…rough sex, swearing… and well some NSFW GIFs….
Okay, here goes. I wanted to take the time to summarize everything that I hate about the Star Wars fandom and it’s treatment of Finn. This is all stuff that has annoyed and in some cases offended me that I’ve had to look at for well over a year since joining this fandom. This is also everything that I’ve felt like I had to keep my mouth shut about because it seems like most people in the Star Wars fandom have no problem whatsoever with.
If you disagree with me, that’s great, and feel free to message me why. If you feel offended, then unfollow me, because that’s what I’ve been trying to do for over a year.
So the other day, a dear friend of mine told me that the finnreyfridays one-shot we were working on was sexist. Like actually sexist. Do you know why they told me it was sexist? Allow me to answer the question for you.
They told me it was sexist because the plot included Finn saving Rey. That’s why. I didn’t turn Rey into a helpless damsel-in-distress, I didn’t write Rey as a slutty scavenger who flirts with every guy she sees.
I wrote Rey as a skilled Jedi who was ambushed by Kylo Ren and the Knights of Ren on a mission, and simply needed help. That’s it. It’s not an unrealistic situation at all, and Rey still got the upper hand on Kylo Ren. She was in danger and outnumbered, and Finn showed up and helped her.
And it’s became very clear to me that it offended my friend for one reason. That reason was that by simply because my having Finn rescue Rey, I apparently shattered Rey’s character and turned her into a helpless damsel-in-distress….
A few weeks ago there was photoset made by @shropshiregirl79 for finnreyfridays. It was a daily planet au with Finn as superman and Rey as Lois Lane. One of the pictures showed Rey in danger and Finn rescuing her, carrying her in his arms. Someone got mad about that and said they made Rey into a damsel-in-distress.
Another situation arose where someone posted artwork of Finn and Rey as an old-style movie, with Finn a detective pointing a gun at someone while Rey clung to him. Once again, someone got mad and said it turned Rey into a damsel-in-distress.
It’s become so taboo in this fandom just to have Finn saving, or even protecting Rey without people (probably white feminists) getting mad at it. Why is that? Is Finn’s only role only to be put in peril for Rey to rescue?
And if you’re one of the people who gets mad about that, let me ask you a question. Would you be mad if it was Finn?
TROOPER IN DISTRESS
Here’s the deal. I joined the fandom well over a year ago. I can safely say I’ve read about
thirty to forty fics
where at some point,
Finn is inevitably captured or put in peril, and rescued by Rey or Poe.
who supposedly love and appreciate Finn, joke around and call
Finn a damsel-in-distress (or trooper-in-distress)
and talk about how Rey does nothing but save him over and over, and everyone laughs and jokes about it.
I’ve read fics where on the off-chance that Finn does risk his life to save Rey, he gets criticized for it because he was being
RECKLESS and Rey HAD IT UNDER CONTROL. Seriously? Finn can’t even save Rey without it involving him being stupid or catching hell or it?
It’s always, “Finn why did you do that?! You could’ve died!” instead of “Wow Finn thank you for saving me, I’m glad you’re okay. That was pretty brave.”
But nope. Can’t even have that.
I’ve read fics where Finn is flat out tied up and gagged.
I’ve read a fics where Finn is captured, beaten, stripped down and hosed and left in a cell shivering in the corner helpless, wishing that Rey or Poe was there to save him (but it’s okay because ta-da they come to his rescue).
I’ve read a fic where the entire thing was just worshiping Rey. Literally. It’s Poe’s pov during a battle, and Finn is basically getting beat up and dragged away by stormtroopers, by the way that’s his entire role in the fic, just to get his ass kicked. He doesn’t do anything else. So Finn’s getting beat up, and the rest of the fic is Poe being completely ENAMORED left in AWE by Rey’s amazing flawless skills fighting through the stormtroopers and kicking ass left and right and looking SOOO beautiful and graceful with her lightsaber and she rescues Finn and Poe thanks her and thanks her over and over again.
That’s the entire fic. Kissing Rey’s ass and kicking Finn’s. And guess what? The readers ate that shit up. They loved it.
So let me sum it up again. Finn can get beat up by stormtroopers, captured thousands of times, stripped, tortured, hosed down, and left shivering in a corner basically crying for Poe and Rey like bait, and people say that they appreciate Finn’s character for this? This is okay to everyone?
Yet if I write a one shot where Rey is outnumbered, defeats Kylo Ren but is then outnumbered and Finn comes to save her, then I’m destroying Rey’s character? Then I don’t appreciate her character? Then the entire one-shot is sexist garbage based on turning Rey into a damsel in distress?
Apparently so. Thanks fandom.
Again, I’ve been putting up with this for over a year, and it took a lot of time for me to actually muster up the courage to rant about it. If this offends you, you’re probably apart of the problem.
Okay, another major trend I’m sick of is the constant EMASCULATION OF FINN. Let me sum up Finn’s character. He suffers from trauma. He was taken away as a baby and raised to be a ruthless killing machine. He endured 20+ years of brainwashing, propaganda, and conditioning. He had no friends whatsoever (SLIP WAS NOT HIS FRIEND). He was the best stormtrooper cadet in his unit. He almost never missed a shot with a blaster. He was an outcast, and constantly criticized for having a heart.
In TFA, he suffers from trauma, is still an expert shot with a blaster, rescues Poe, keeps Rey from getting shot by stormtroopers, makes a tough decision to leave Rey because he knows what the First Order is capable of, and even begs her to come with him. He comes right back into the fight after seeing Hosnian Prime get destroyed, and is witnesses Rey get kidnapped by his worst nightmare. What does he do? He decides to help the Resistance, gives them vital information that only HE knew, volunteers to go to SKB. Captures Phasma and forces her at gunpoint to lower the shields, helps Rey escape from SKB, witnesses Han’s murder, watches Rey get slammed into a tree, before making the final decision to stand up to his worst nightmare, knowing he might die just to protect Rey. His last line in the entire movie is “Come get it.”
After summarizing his character, how come all I see on tumblr is “awwwwww look at my cute smol wittle Finny. He’s so harmless and adorable!!!” Like…excuse me? Is that all tumblr was able to get from that movie? So let me get this straight. Because Finn isn’t a cold-blooded murderer, he’s suddenly nothing but a squishy pile of hearts and flowers and sugar who couldn’t hurt a fly? Really?
How come in most highschool aus, Finn’s portrayed as an overly-meek or powerless nerd? If anything, Finn would probably be a pretty strong guy who gets straight As and stands up for his friends no matter what. But that doesn’t mean he’s a bully either.
This is what the fandom does with his character, instead of exploring the endless possibilities with his backstory and trauma. AND on the off-chance that someone writes an actual Finn-centric fic based on his backstory, it’s always just Finn and his stormtrooper buddies having a romance or exploring sex for some reason. We can’t even have a Finn story without it circulating around people he knows. It’s always about someone else at the end of the day.
What’s heartbreaking is that most of the things I’m complaining about happens in the stormpilot and finnrey ships (this is where I expect people to unfollow me). Like come on guys. I could see r/eylos doing this, but not you guys. You’re so much better than that.
Space Prince Finn (More Emasculation)
Look, when I first heard the idea of Finn being a lost Prince, I was stoked. I was blown away. My reaction was,”Finally! This fandom’s actually given Finn something of his own! He could be royalty! How dope would that be!”
But…of course, this fandom has to take that amazing concept and uh…
Well, we ruined that too. We basically turn Finn into a jewelry stand, and a makeup model. Of course, I’m not saying men can’t wear what they want. If a man wants to wear makeup or wear jewelry, that’s completely fine and I encourage that. But here’s the issue.
We constantly idolize Princess Leia and Queen/Senator Amidala because they are figures of royalty who can fight and take care of themselves, as well as look badass while they do it.
So why is it that when we have Prince Finn, he’s once again, emasculated, put in dresses and given nail polish, lipstick, doused in glitter, and turned into a damsel-in-distress who not only needs constant rescue once again, but this time needs Rey/Poe as a bodyguard to protect him?
It’s a double standard. I’m sorry but you can’t praise Leia and Padme for being badass royals who don’t need protection, and turn around and make Finn the opposite.
And again, it’s something that the fandom eats up for some reason. We’ll shun the Hutt-Slayer bikini (rightfully so. it’s disgusting), make it a point to make fun of the hutt-slayer bikini and constantly criticize it, yet draw Finn in it and everyone thinks it’s cute and hilarious. This is the shit that I’m sick of.
Look at T’Challa, otherwise known as Black Panther. He is royalty, but he’s also very powerful, knows how to fight, is an amazing fighter, and is taken seriously. Very seriously. He is strong, brave, serious, and intimidating, yet he’s not a bully or a stereotype.
THIS. THIS is what I expected Prince Finn to be. This is what Prince Finn would be if it were canon. He’d be a strong leader, handsome, noble, powerful, and intimidating. And he wouldn’t need constant protection from Rey and/or Poe. Especially not this constant emasculation and woobifying.
We live in a day and age where Princesses are being portrayed as stronger and stronger, and are told that they can rescue themselves. So why is Finn being treated the opposite? Why is Finn being treated like he’s just there to look pretty for commissions and make out with Poe? Why does he need all-powerful Rey to always protect him? Why can’t he be taken more seriously?
I want you to think about this.
Okay. This was a lot to cover, and it’s something that’s been nagging at me for a while now. Look. I look up to Finn. I really do. He’s my hero. He’s the first main black lead in Star Wars, and that means the world to me. I want to see him grow and be appreciate and given an epic role moving forward, and I feel like the Star Wars fandom isn’t the place I’m going to find any of that.
Not a day goes by where I’m not tempted to deactivate and walk away from the fandom entirely. There’s just too much shit Finn is put through that drives me insane. There’s too many things that I look at or read that make me feel like this fandom will never actually appreciate Finn the way the he deserves to be appreciated. Even the people who say that they love Finn tend to do this.
So I wanted to write this rant in case I ever deactivate because of this fandom. Just so you, the readers, can know why.
Thanks for reading. Means a lot. If you’re still wondering when the One-Shot is coming out, probably next week. I have to finish it on my own.
Yup, I liked it a lot. Thank you for asking this question, because I have many things to say about this chapter. Forgive me in advance for what I feel it will be a long reply.
First of all, I was surprised (though I shouldn’t have been) at Akira’s coldness towards Kaneki. I get where she’s coming from and I understand how hard it must be to digest this sudden change, and everything that goes with it. Flat out acceptance would have been unrealistic and the result of bad writiing, because Akira couldn’t possibly have gone from a mindset in which she represented Justice, and she had no reason to doubt her moral standing, to one where she must admit to herself that her worldview was limited and bigoted, and that the world isn’t as black and white as the Academy would have liked them to envision.
Despite that, I wasn’t expecting for her to shut Kaneki out completely (and for killing Arima on top of that, which is a lie for f*** sake Akira c’mon, you can figure that much out!), because however confusing her feelings might be right now, he’s one of the few people she’s closest to in Goat, and that’s true the other way around, too. I feel like Akira needs Kaneki’s perspective on this new situation she’s been forced into by her own rash decision-making, because unlike Seidou or Amon, who are in it because of circumstances, Kaneki is her only ally that’s in it because he fully believes in what he’s doing. Amon is getting there, too, what with his forgiveness of Touka and with his newfound way of channeling his anger and grief towards the unfairness of the world instead of random scapegoats like faceless “Ghouls”. But I don’t know. I feel like Kaneki’s perspective is important, too. And having Akira’s approval is even more symbolic for him, I reckon.
She’s still a mother figure for him. We all can agree of how positive of a character development this could lead to, if he were to finally have a healthy and supportive mother figure for a change. Eto has always used him for her machinations. He needs someone who can guide him and respect him without asking anything from him, without taking anything from him. Akira can (and will) be that person, imho.
Anyway, I’m positive that she’ll come around eventually. She’s smart, strong-willed and perceptive. There’s no way she won’t pull herself together in order to follow her heart instead of suppressing her feelings and get things taken from her, even if her whole narrative wasn’t centered around the theme of being left alone. She just needs a bit of time to sort out her feelings and find a new reason to fight. and that can happen only after she talks it out with a few characters currently part of Goat. I’m really looking forward to her confrontation with Hinami and Touka in particular, though I’m also curious about her feelings towards Takizawa (if he’s not dead).
On a side note, I really love how Ishida pointed out the irrationality of Hinami’s feelings towards Akira. Grief doesn’t obey logic, and even though she does realize that Akira has nothing to do with the cold-blooded murder of both her parents, she can’t help but associate her with it, anyway. It’s a curious diversion from the usual theme that states “the children pay for the sins of their parents”, because even if Akira didn’t do anything wrong per se, she’s not innocent, since she did approve of her father’s doing and she would have done the same in his place. She doesn’t see Ryoko’s and her husband’s death as a sin at all, and instead used the quinque derived from Mr. Fueguchi with the obvious pride of someone who thinks they’re fighting for the right side. So I’m curious as to how Ishida intends on smoothing out this particular conflict, and how it will affect both Akira’s and Hinami’s character development.
Forgive me for my obvious bias, but Ayato too deserves a small mention, here.
This scene gives me SO MANY FEELS for so many reasons ;n;
The way I see it, this scene wasn’t portraying just Hinami’s grief. Just look at Ayato’s expression right before he goes to comfort her. Ayato knows where Hinami’s coming from. He too lost both his parents, and he too knows what it feels like to have his own life saved at the cost of his mother’s, who chose to stay behind in order to buy her children time to escape. Just. He knows how she’s feeling because he’s already felt it all, too.
I love that their relationship isn’t based on forced companionship. It might have been like that at first, but they grew to be such mature and strong people thanks to the support and trust they gave to each other, thanks to the shared burdens and mutual understanding of each other’s pain. Idk, this scene might have been really brief but it meant a lot to me.
Moving on: Amon and Touka’s talk. *Deep breaths* What can I say. It beat all possible expectations I might have had.
I think that in a sense it was exactly Amon’s unyielding sense of justice that brought him where he is now. He says it himself: he doesn’t hold a grudge against Touka specifically anymore, but he would have arrested her anyway, if he was still an investigator. That was the right thing to do; setting a moral example for everyone to see so that no one else will have to undergo the same pain. That’s the kind of justice of a ghoul investigator. But this sense of justice itself was flawed, because it didn’t take into account Touka’s own take on justice, and how it was Mado the bad guy from her perspective. So arresting her can’t be the answer. Not only that, but he’s no longer an investigator, so he can’t appeal to the sense of justice of one.
He himself has changed, and so his moral grounding has to change, too. So then, it comes to this:
This scene is one of my favourites of the whole chapter because it doesn’t just represent Amon’s character development, but also Touka’s absolution. You see that shocked face Touka pulls? I can assure you that Amon’s forgiveness means a great deal to her. This was Touka after Ryouko’s death:
“It doesn’t matter if a murderer like me dies.”
She doesn’t sugarcoat it for her own sake. She’s aware that what she does, killing people to survive, is wrong. She doesn’t conveniently brush it off as something she needs to do because she’s born that way, unlike other characters. She’s always felt this conflict more than other people. Killing never came easy to her, and deep down, she feels obvious guilt over what she does. So having Amon, a former human and enemy, come to her specifically with the intention of telling her that the real evil is not her nature but the circumstances that make men monsters, is really important for her character. For the first time, someone who has every right to hate her, to want her dead, is offering her acceptance. If Kimi’s comment about Touka’s kagune was meant as a “you’re as valid as I am” moment, I consider this talk with Amon as a “you’re as evil as I am” moment. Both were very important for Touka’s character development, and a necessary step towards her own acceptance of her dark past in order to move forward.
Then there’s Furuta’s moment of glory. Gosh, he leaves me speechless every time. :’D The way he’s not taking the ceremony seriously is very significant imho. Once again, he proves that his role in the story is that of the comedy to Kaneki’s tragedy.
Take this single panel as an example:
Kaneki’s group is facing an internal crisis? Meanwhile, Furuta is at the peak of his power. Kaneki despairs because he’s a horrible leader and his organization is only held together by the lack of other options, meanwhile Furuta laughs in the face of his own success, and all of his scheming give way to the exact outcome he’s envisioned.
I love how he keeps being the comedic aspect of this whole tragicomedy of a story, how he keeps up the facade of the “six year-old” while feeling dead inside, and I love how he chose to wear a stupid mask the moment he reached his goal, because it only stresses further the artificial nature of his own playfulness.
Just think about it from a narrative perspective: this is the moment that we, as readers, should feel threatened by him. This is the moment he officially becomes the Enemy, because everyone in the CCG accepts him as the leader. Instead, we laugh at him. We don’t feel threatened at all. We’re asked not to see him as the final villain, but as a joke, as another victim of the system. A guy who in his moment of glory, when everyone’s looking his way, chooses to wear a mask, and chooses to treat his victory as a laughing matter. Idk, the more I think about it the more it makes me want to cry. This guy doesn’t have anything (or anyone) else but his sense of humour, and he clings to it like a lifeline. It’s such a lonely, empty existence… I know I shouldn’t pity him after all he’s done but…
Anyway, anyway. This post is already long as it is so I’m going to stop there. Thanks again for giving me an excuse to vomit all my thoughts/feelings of this chapter! o/ I hope it was an interesting read :’D
A part of the drabble series When Two Worlds Collide for the 500 Followers Celebration.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader x Sebastian Stan
Summary: Bucky is scared that another man was better at making you happy.
A/N: A continuation of Double Take. This is the last part of the drabble series (though let’s be real, this one is not a drabble)!! Thank you guys for being the most awesome readers a writer could ever wish for, thank you for following me and reading my stuff, you have no idea how happy you guys have made me.
Pairing: Connor Murphy x Reader
Fandom: Dear Evan Hansen
Summary: the squad keeps teasing the reader and Connor for sneaking off to get down and dirty–except, that wasn’t the case at all. Evan sets the squad straight. | Connor taking care of s/o reader with Depersonalization Derealization Syndrome.
Warnings: mentions of sex, alcohol, panic attacks, swearing | POV changes | First person reader | not proof read
A/N: Thanks for such a lovely request, and thanks for giving me so much info on the disorder! I hope I portrayed it correctly, and I hope you like this!
“You all are the luckiest people on the planet!”
I found this hard to believe. It was sort of comical, however, in an only vaguely tolerable way, to see Jared Kleinman kick down the Murphy’s door, juggling several boxes of pizza and a brown paper bag full of God knows what.
“Care to elaborate on that?” Alana called, looking only half way over her shoulder. She and Zoe were on the floor, playing what appeared to be a very intense game of Sorry! They were already in their pajamas–yes, at six in the afternoon–and six of us had decided to have a lowkey party at the Murphy’s, since Cynthia and Larry had evacuated for a romantic weekend. Evan was parked in a recliner, his legs folded crisscross applesauce–his words, not mine–watching the girls’ game with genuine interest.
Connor and I were on the couch, my back to his chest, reclining. He was twitchy, and he had been all evening. I’d briefly asked him earlier if he’d wanted to skip the party, but he’d said no. Still, he laid behind me, combing out my hair with his fingers a little too roughly, his hips shifting uncomfortably every few seconds.
Jared stumbled in, dropping the pizza boxes onto the carpet–earning a loud scream of protest from both Murphy kids, the sound deafening my left ear. Connor felt me flinch and pressed a seamless kiss of apology to my jaw. I felt Evan smile at me from across the room–shy, like he wasn’t sure where to look. I tossed back a lighthearted smile, before turning my attention back to Jared.
“Because, my sweet flower,” Jared began, kicking the door shut and beginning to pull items out of his paper bag, the parcel crinkling annoyingly loud.
“Sweet flower?” Alana squawked, earning a glare from Zoe, who popped the dice unceremoniously and continued to move her peg through the holes.
“I come bearing gifts,” he continued loudly, brandishing his items proudly above his head. “Scotch, condoms, and Cosmopolitan.”
There was a moment of silence, the five of us glancing between the boy in the glasses, his pitiful treasure, and doilies Mrs. Murphy kept on the coffee table.
“I’ll take a slice of cheese,” Zoe called, stoic, Alana reaching around Jared to grab the top box and place it on her lap. Evan and Connor both had to bite down on their laughter at the sight of Jared’s shocked face–shaking beneath me, his breath at my ear, Connor felt like a reassurance that tonight wouldn’t be totally awful.
It wasn’t that I didn’t like our friends, it’s just that since we’d told them we started dating, they’d been a real pain.
“I hold in my fist illegal things!” Jared screeched, tossing the magazine on the floor overzealously. “And you choose to ignore me?”
“My mom owns Cosmos, dude,” I said, rolling over onto my stomach so that I could rest my chin on Connor’s chest, grinning up at him with tired eyes. School had been long for both of us today, and, frankly, I could stand to skip ahead to the part of the night where he kissed senseless in his bedroom.
“There’s wine on the rack, dumbass, and it’s a movie night, no one’s drinking?” Zoe said without looking up from her board game, tugging on one of her braids in thought.
“And who are the condoms for, idiot?” Connor nearly yelled, sitting up and jostling me back into a sitting position, my head swimming for a minute with the sudden movement, before relaxing against the arm of the chair.
Jared’s head swiveled, comically, between Alana, Zoe, and I briefly, before his eyes glued on Evan.
“No, you creep!”
We all laughed for a moment, watching Evan turn a sharp shade of crimson, curling in on himself in the chair. Zoe snorted a little too loudly when she laughed.
It was beginning to get frustrating–not making me sick yet, but any means, but nonetheless annoying. Because I knew what was coming, and it was only gonna piss Connor off–
“I’ll just give the condoms to Connor,” Jared said, throwing the box so that it landed in the empty space between us on the couch. There was suddenly lead in the bottom of my stomach.
Everyone realized, watching with baited breath as Connor eyed the box with firey eyes and a set mouth, a sudden blush creeping up his neck. It could set it off–shit like this had in the past. Still, I think–
“Gross, man,” he said, lightly kicking the box to the floor. His feet were bare tonight, void of the cute socks he usually wore, and after his movement he shoved them under my thigh–either for concealment or warmth, I didn’t know, but I scratched at the back of his calf loyally, letting him know what he did was the right thing.
Proud of you.
He grinned softly at his lap, and I could tell he was proud of himself too.
“What do you mean by that?” Jared screeched, reviving the headache that had started to blur.
“Drop it, Jared,” Alana warned, dropping a handful of green pieces back into the cardboard box, each thunk sending a hot jolt through my head.
“They’re sex machines!” He protested, and I felt Connor nearly choke beside me, drawing his feet away and stuffing them under a cushion. “Are you guys seriously not using protection.”
“Alana said drop it,” Evan said quietly, shocking all of us. “So leave them alone. It’s none of your business.”
“Whose ready for the movie?” Alana covered seamlessly, beginning to set up the tv while the rest of us began to calm.
Connor was shaking, and, away from him, I didn’t feel like he wanted me to reach out and touch him. I waited for the signal, something or anything that was him asking to get out of here, but he never gave it, just curled in on himself and watched the tv with blank eyes.
I shot Evan a smile, nodding in thanks.
What Evan had said was the truth–it wasn’t any of Jared’s business. It had unfortunately become Evan’s business, at one point, making him aware of the glaring fact that no one else in the room seemed to believe could ever be true: Connor and I were still virgins. We hadn’t slept together–and, we hadn’t planned for it in the near future. We just weren’t ready yet.
Not that anyone here would ever believe that.
I’m not sure I wanted them to, either.
Because at least that white lie kept the truth hidden, and maybe that’s the way it would stay.
“Unpopular opinion: this movie sucks.”
“We can’t watch romantic flicks or Mr. and Mrs. Murphy get ideas and leave early. This shitty sci-fi shit was all I had on hand.”
“Pass the alcohol, I changed my mind about what kind of party this is.”
Their voices were loud, pounding noises against my skull without really making any sense as to what they were saying at all. The dark should’ve helped, or I thought it would, but the high saturation neon colors and loud artificial gunshots on the television screen paired with the nonstop chatter of our friends made it difficult to concentrate, difficult to breathe. Everything was too much at once.
It was like living in a glass box, everything around me was vibrate and loud, amplified to the nth degree–but none of it felt real. Connor was staring unattentively ahead, his hands twitching in his lap. He hadn’t touched me all night. It usually wasn’t a big deal–I knew he was doing it to avoid the constant teasing about our PDA. It was starting to set him off, I could tell. Still, I just wanted a reminder I was real.
I decided to screw it, all their comments be damned, reaching out for Connor’s wrist as the signal.
His eyes snapped up to me immediately, concerned, his pink mouth forming an o. My hands were numb. He rose without a work, linking our hands and dragging me from the room.
“Where do you two think you’re going? It’s a little early to fuck, isn’t it?”
“C'mon guys, can’t you watch the movie? I don’t like knowing you’re doing that while I’m in the house.”
“–and Connor, sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s–”
I had barely contained my sobs by the time Connor shut the door.
“You guys shouldn’t do that,” Evan glared, turning off the movie and setting the popcorn bowl aside.
Jared snorted. “We shouldn’t do what? They’re the ones running off to screw each other’s brains out. It’s gross. We’re in the house. It’s bad enough they’re all over one another at school.”
“Yeah,” Alana agreed. “I mean, if they don’t want to hear us complain about it, why do it?”
“I can’t believe she can stand to touch my brother,” Zoe groaned. “He was being a real dick tonight.”
“You guys are so stupid!” Evan nearly yelled, shocking the other three with his uncharacteristic outburst, burying his hands in his usually neat hair. “They aren’t–they’re not–”
“Breathe, baby, breathe.”
His hands were roaming all over, pressing to my chest, watching his hands rise and fall too rapidly. I needed to slow down, breathe deeper. His eyes were concerned, hair falling into his face from where he leaned over me, knees on either sides of my hips. His hands scrubbed quickly at my shoulders.
“Feel me? I’m right here, you’re right here, we’re fine. Fuck, I love you, I’m here.”
It helped–he knew how to help, when it all became too much for me to handle. Touching me–it keep me grounded, reminded me what reality was, where it was. Connor was safety, I knew.
He leaned down, pressing his temple against my jaw, pressing kisses down my neck. We took turns like this–when he overheated, I was there for him, and when I had a bad episode, he was there for me.
“I’ve got you.”
“What do you mean they aren’t having sex?”
“Let go of my shirt, Jared!”
“How do you know they aren’t having sex?” Zoe demanded. The three of them had Evan cornered, cowering into the wall. Evan’s bright pink face heated considerable.
“I walked in on them once? It was at school, after they, uh, left us. It’s not really any of my business–”
“Spit it out.”
“Whenever, uh, she doesn’t feel well–they have this code, she told me. Whenever Connor is upset or paranoid or she has a bad episode–”
“She never told you? She has Depersonalization Derealization Syndrome. Um, from what she explained it’s, uh, a lot of sensory overload–too loud, too bright, too everything–and she gets these episodes where stuff doesn’t seem real, I guess? I’m not sure I’m explaining it right.”
“I’ve heard of that, I think,” Alana said brightly, her face pinched.
“Oh, crap,” Zoe whispered, “and we’ve been making fun of them this whole time?”
“Well,” Jared sighed. “I feel shitty. Feel even shittier knowing Connor isn’t getting his dick wet, like, at all–”
“Yeah,” Zoe nodded sagely, scrubbing a hand over her face. “Yeah, okay.”
“Mhm,” I sighed, leaning back into Connor’s touch. He was wrapped around me, our foreheads bumped together under his sheets. He leaned up to sneak a peck at my lips.
“I’m sorry about them,” he apologized again, squeezing my hands in apology, leaning in again to press a lingering kiss to my cheek, earning a giggle.
“Don’t be. Thanks for every.”
He smiled softly, his jaw clicking softly, eyes soft. “Always for you, sweet girl.”
“Don’t get too sappy,” I warned. “They’ll get suspicious.”
“I’m allowed to be sappy when no one is looking,” he protested, kissing my jaw. “I love you.”
“Love you more.”
“Not possible,” he protested, finally leaning forward to seal his lips with mine, his hands grabbing softly at my waist. Connor was safety, I remembered, and I love him more than anything for it. The others could say what they liked–I wouldn’t trade him for the world.
NCT 127 Reacting to You Reading Fanfiction About Them
“Y/N, could I use your laptop for a quick second? Mine ran out of battery and I’m still waiting for it to restart.” your boyfriend asked you as he’d closed his mini computer shut, seeing nothing but a black, dead screen presenting a dull battery symbol that mocked him ruthlessly.
Although you had very important files on your laptop, that still hadn’t differed from the fact that you weren’t using it at the moment and your boyfriend needed to. That, and you decided you were able to trust him with your precious monitor.
“Sure,” you answered, barely sparing him a glance as you continued tapping away at your phone. A small, audible “thanks” exited his mouth as he pulled up the laptop sitting on a small coffee table with other items for productivity spread out.
It would’ve been the obvious choice that your boyfriend would’ve simply opened a new tab to execute whatever he’d been planning to, but the picture of him flashing at the screen had quickly gotten his attention. Surely, you forgot that you hadn’t yet exited out of the website that held a new world with other kpop fans such as yourself.
Shifting his glance from the laptop to you, he tried to decipher what it had been that grabbed his focus. It couldn’t have been updates of him and his group from a recent fansign, nor was it an article with a clickbait title in large bold text. However, there were a lot of words.
Fluff? He managed to read. The hell is that?
Taeil: Overall, no matter how good this fanfiction he stumbled upon is, he’d just be really confused. Taeil would probably even forget that he needed to do something and just close your laptop as soon as he finished reading the fantasized story of himself. A bunch of questions would rise up in his mind - Do people do this seriously or for fun? Does Y/N write them? Does she wish I did those things for her and is too afraid to tell me about it? He’d be pretty conscious of seeing you read about him and would try doing the cheesy things portrayed in those stories later on in the future.
Johnny:yOungho this sneaky boi I swear he’d read like half of a story about him and smirk up at you, leaving YOU be really confused for a second. “Oh, I didn’t know you liked reading about me, Y/N.” He’d make you super flustered and perhaps tease you about it for a while then suddenly pretend as if nothing really happened. Still, he’d check up on you every once in a while whenever you’d be on your laptop and go, “You better not be reading about the other members.”
Taeyong: Taeyong would be his cute and sly self and finish using the computer then confront you about it in the lowkey-est way ever. He’d ask you things like, “So, Y/N, do you enjoy reading? Especially online?” and have you be super puzzled until you finally realized what he meant all along. He would make sure not to have you feel embarrassed about it and tell you that he could always do corny romantic gestures if you wanted him to.
Yuta: gOSh be prepared for a lifetime of humiliation and teasing. Although he’s perfectly fine with you reading and possibly writing stories about him (in fact he’d encourage you to - esp when he’s away), his immediate thought after reading some would be that he’d have perfect blackmail material against you in the future. Every now and then this flirt would even suggest you comment in those fanfictions of how he wouldn’t do this or that in the stories, and what he would be doing instead. You’d simply ignore him and soon enough reading fanfictions wouldn’t be a big deal between you two.
Doyoung: Sweet, sweet bunny,,, he’d react quite similarly to Taeil, being really confused at the sight of an online story of him that was actually pretty decent. Although, he’d call you over and ask you upfront what exactly that was and what it was for, his curiosity making you incredibly embarrassed and flustered. He’d notice your reaction and ask, “What’s wrong? Why are you so red?” and other things that would definitely not help the situation. Anyhow, he wouldn’t really mind it much and go back to whatever the two of you had been doing individually, pretending as if nothing ever happened.
Jaehyun: oKAY HERE WE GO time for precious nasty Yoonoh!!! This flirt would read about every single fanfiction the website had in store and would constantly giggle, making you quite concerned as to what he was working on. When you’ve decided that you’ve had enough with his sudden bursts of chuckles every now and then, you’d make your way over to see what he was doing, and become extremely sheepish. He’d only laugh it off, making you feel a bit better and wonder, “How long have you been reading these? They’re not bad,” and say things like, “You know you don’t have to read these when I’m your boyfriend, right?” to make you go even redder.
Winwin: POOR BABY doesn’t have a single idea of what’s going on. Hell, his innocent ass wouldn’t even understand why his name was a part of the text and be fascinated with how well the author described the character to be exactly like him. He’d only continue doing what he had been up to, then afterwards ask you what a ‘fan-fiction’ was. Overall, this cutie wouldn’t be very faltered by the fact that you read stories online about him, and instead ask if he could read another one with you. (wHAT A PRECIOUS BB CAN Y'ALL TELL WHO I STAN IN NCT LIKE AAaAAaaa)
Mark: ah yEs, another innocent ass™ like let’s be real, Minhyung probably wouldn’t even be that surprised. He’s too tired to be. He’ll just read a few paragraphs, then continue going back to use your laptop for his original purpose. A very loyal boy, although he’d casually tell you that if you wanted him to do some cute actions for you then you were free to simply ask. He is your boyfriend, after all.
Haechan: wow. He’ll basically act like Yuta but 2948 times worse. With the blackmail and teasing, Donghyuck would continue to read the fics and try relating to the character the author of the stories portrayed him as. His sassiness would immediately show as he’d comment, “Oh no, they’ve got this completely wrong. I’d never do something as cheesy as that, ew.” or say things like, “Honestly, this Y/N person seems like such a brat. I’d immediately drop them for Mark, hands down.” AND HE’D CONTINUE READING AND DISSING THEM IN HIS OWN FREETIME, even taking the time to look them up himself on his own laptop.
AAAAA I really hope you enjoyed reading!! Please request reactions, MTLs, scenarios, and ships!
A/N: Yes, got this finished before I head out for the day. Thank God the time zones mess with my sleep schedule, right? 😂 This is a request from @ateliefloresdaprimavera. I hope you like it, love. I did, it’s honestly so cute. ❤️ And I love Mckenna, she’s really a doll. I can’t wait to watch ‘Gifted’, I’m going to sob like a baby.
Chris’ head titled as he watched you with a smile on his lips; he still couldn’t believe that he finally got to meet you in person. You’d both been in attendance of the same award shows and parties before, but he’d never gotten to chance to cross paths with you. It wasn’t until the 89th annual Oscars, at the Vanity Fair after party, that he finally caught you. You were talking to Octavia Spencer, who was a dear enough friend to Chris for him to butt into the conversation and introduce himself to you. The second your hands touch, Octavia excused herself. The look of adoration in Chris’ eyes did not go unnoticed, by you or Octavia. You were a fan of Chris’ so you’d heard him talk about how much he liked you on his interviews which was incredibly flattering, and as for Octavia- Chris had told her numerous time that he’d kill for a chance to speak with you; she wanted to get out of there before he killed her.
“You’re staring again,” you said and chuckled when Chris darted his gaze away. “I’m teasing,” you laughed and placed a hand on Chris’. “You’re fine. I like it when you stare, it’s very flattering.” He smiled and turned his hand palm up, entwining his fingers with yours. “So this is Chris Evans flirting, huh?”
“Actually,” he chuckled. “This is Chris Evans trying very hard not to freak out.” You smiled, brushing your thumb over his hand. “I’m so honored to be in your company, like you have no idea how happy I am right now.” You felt yourself blush. “You’re just such an amazing person, Y/N. This is the first time I’ve officially met you and I can say without a doubt that I’m in-love with you already.”
“Okay,” you chuckled, “I’m not that amazing.”
“I’d beg to differ,” he smiled. “You are that amazing.”
“You just met me, Chris. Are you seriously that sure about me already?” You quizzed and he nodded, smiling. “Oh please,” you giggled. “You think you know me, but you just know the person I portray when I’m in public. When you take me out on that date, you’re going to realize that I’m not all that and you’re going to get over this little crush you have on me.”
“That’s not going to happen,” he shook his head, chuckling. “Because sweetheart,” he pulled your hand to his lips and mumbled into your skin, “I’m going to marry you one day.” You laughed and nodded mockingly. “Just you wait and see,” he winked.
• • • • • • • •
You sat backstage with Lisa and Mckenna’s mom at the Ellen show where Chris and McKenna were being interviewed for their upcoming movie, ‘Gifted’. You smiled as you watched your husband through the TV, enjoying his interaction with Mckenna as you subconsciously smoothed your hand over your small baby bump. He was just going to be the greatest father when your child came along and you couldn’t wait until your little one arrived.
“Was it fun working with this guy here?”
“Yes,” Mckenna looked over at Chris, smiling. “We were always singing and dancing and he’s so nice. He has such a kind heart. He’s always doing charity and…” She trailed off, giving Chris time to respond to her sweetness.
“I pay her,” Chris chuckled, waving it off though he thought it was a huge deal that Mckenna liked him so much. It gave him a glimpse of the life he was about to have with you, hoping his own child would adore him as much as his on screen one did. “It’s not a big deal.”
“You know what’s a big deal though,” Ellen began, smiling because she too was incredibly happy for you and Chris. “You’re going to be a dad soon,” she said. Immediately Chris smiled and Mckenna clapped, bouncing excitedly in her seat. “Your lovely wife, Y/N, who is someone I absolutely adore.” Chris nodded, his smile growing wider with each second. “She’s how many weeks now?”
“She’s about fourteen weeks, so um- we’ve still got a while to go before the baby comes,” Chris answered. “We’re very excited, yeah. It’s been a long time coming, I’ve been waiting for this moment for what seems like forever.”
“Yeah,” Ellen chuckled. “I think she said the last time she was on the show- I believe it was your second wedding anniversary?” She quizzed and Chris nodded. “She said that you actually told her you were going to marry her the night you met her.”
“Uh…” Chris chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah, I did.” He nodded and the audience clapped. “Um- She’s just one of those amazing people that you have a small window of opportunity with, y'know? I’ve been waiting for a chance to speak with her for so long that when I finally got it, I knew I wasn’t going to let it get away. She’s the one,” he shrugged, smiling. “Um-” He glanced over his shoulder when the audience clapped; Ellen had put photos of the two of you up on the screen. “Yeah, she’s beautiful and perfect and- I’m just the luckiest man on the planet.”
“Awwww,” Mckenna cooed, making Chris laugh. “That’s so sweet! You see what I mean? He has such a kind heart! He’s such a nice person, Ellen,” she told Ellen who nodded in agreement. “I just think he’s going to be the best dad and Y/N is going to be the best mom. They’re so lovely and I really like them together.”
“Aw,” Chris laughed, wrapping an arm around Mckenna, “you’re such a sweetheart. Y/N and I love her, we’ve told her parents numerous times that we’d gladly take her in if ever something happened to them.” Everyone laughed; you looked over at Mckenna’s mom, smiling, and she chuckled. “I just hope that my child loves me as much as this one.”
“Oh, of course!” Mckenna looked shocked that Chris would even say that. “Chris, you’re going to be so amazing as a dad and your baby is going to love you so much.” Chris smiled. “Trust me, you’re so much fun. There’s no way that your baby is going to love you any less than I do.”
“I agree,” Ellen nodded. “Both you and Y/N are going to be amazing parents. I wish you all the best and I urge everyone to watch ‘Gifted’ which comes out on 12th of April! The movie is absolutely amazing, the two leads are just so incredibly talented.” Chris and Mckenna smiled at each other before turning to the audience. “Chris Evans and Mckenna Grace, everyone!”
• • • • • • • •
“Hey you,” you smiled at Chris when he entered the green room with Mckenna by his side; she ran over to her mom to talk about how well she did. Chris, on the other hand, smiled and walked over to you, pulling you to your feet to hug you. “You did so good, baby. The tap dancing was top-notch,” you teased and he chuckled.
“Thank you for marrying me,” he whispered into your hair after pressing a kiss to your head. “I don’t know where my life would be if you didn’t say yes. I definitely wouldn’t be as happy as I am now, and-” he pulled away to place his hand on your bump. “I wouldn’t be a father.”
“You’re going to be an amazing father,” you smiled and placed your hand over his. “And I believe I’m the one who should say thank you. We wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you, Chris. So thank you,” you wrapped your arms around his neck and his hands landed on your waist. “Thank you for fulfilling your promise to marry me one day.”
Summary: Literally, just…just…just read it. Warnings: Fuck me up cause there’s hot smut in this. POV: I finally decided to use Joe’s POV this time around and I’ll continue with his POV most likely Characters: Joe Merriweather, Natalie Word Count: 4700ish Author’s Note: *THROWS THIS WONDERFUL TRASH AT YOU* IT FINALLY FUCKING HAPPENED. SO, YOU ARE ALL FUCKING WELCOME AND YOU BETTER FUCKING ENJOY IT. I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY IT BECAUSE I KNOW I DID. Someone needs to count all of the sexual references in this sucker. Quote: “Hey, Merriweather, get your ass back to the station. That arrestee you gave me is acting up and since you’re the original arresting officer, you need to deal with this mess.”
“All I’m saying is that maybe if you focused a little bit more on the unsolved cases instead of chasing after a girl, who quite frankly doesn’t love you back, you wouldn’t have so many red strings on the board!” Y/N huffed, sitting up in his bed and folding her arms across her chest.
“Sorry not all of us are heartless monsters like you.” He sneered.
“Fuck off Stiles!” She shouted. “You asked me to help you with this remember?”
“Well maybe it was a mistake.” He shot back.
“Maybe it was.” She reached for her backpack and slammed the door behind her.
Warnings: brief canon-style violence, mention of blood, swearing.
A/N: My awesome
title naming skills strike again! This is another Anon request (possibly 2 in 1?). It will be a Castiel x Reader fic, with a twist? (no spoilers!) It’s a different feel for me, but very fun to write. This will be a mini
series at the very least, depending on how carried away I get. Oh, and I made a silly little aesthetic/collage (whatever they’re called) thing. So, yay me.
Anon request: “heyyy i’ve got a prompt for you for whenever you have time…
J2M gets transported (by my bby Gabriel) to the SPN world and meets TFW + the
reader??? maybe throw in some lovin’ for my boy cas? or misha? take it wherever
you want :) thanks!”
Gabriel had been horrifically bored for weeks, unable to find a
single soul worth pestering. Sam and Dean weren’t amusing anymore, and Castiel never got his jokes. The clueless look
on his brother’s face didn’t even make the amber-eyed archangel smile anymore.
So, the angel scanned through every dimension he knew of, in
search of his next victim. But, with every new land he trekked, he grew more
and more discouraged. Maybe he was doomed to infinite boredom? He sure as hell
hoped not. Gabriel rolled his eyes as he snapped his fingers for the n’teenth
Imagine your son watching his daddy, Chris, on TV.
A/N: Helloooooooo, I’m back with the mini series! The last mini left us with Chris and the reader having an adorable little boy; Jackson River Evans. This continues on from there, just a bunch of fics that show their daily adventures that come with parenthood. Hope you enjoy it. X (Here is the mini-series ‘Masterlist’, I’ll link it as soon as I get home.)
It was 11:25PM in the Evans household, after a long day of running errands with your very talkative and excitable son, one would think that you and Chris would be fast asleep. But instead, the two of you were sat on the floor of your living room surrounded by wrapping paper, ribbons, and a buttload of different toys, books, and clothes for your son’s second birthday tomorrow.
You’d planned to start wrapping around 8:30PM- Jack’s bedtime- but as always, neither of you could leave his side until he fell asleep which was three and a half stories later at 9:48PM. What made things worst was that he knew it was his birthday tomorrow and that his parents were staying up to wrap his presents and prepare for his party; the questions he tackled both of you with made for good laughs and weary head shakes.
“Do you want some coffee?” Chris chuckled when another yawn escaped you; you shook your head. “What about Gummi Bears?” You shook your head again. “What about both?” He suggested, smiling when you bit back your smile.
“No, I’m good.” You told him as you returned your attention to the half wrapped ‘Dancing Elmo’ in front of you. “I can’t have caffeine or sugar now, if I do then- I’m going to be up all night.” Chris raised an eyebrow, his facials saying “isn’t that what we want?” You chuckled, “are you that tired that you’ve forgotten what happened the last time I tried to stay up with the help of coffee and Gummi Bears?”
His eyes narrowed slightly as he thought back, it didn’t take long for realization to sweep over his face. “Ah, yes.” He chuckled, nodding. “I believe I called it The Rise and Fall of Y/N.” You nodded with pursed lips. “I honestly thought you broke that day, was going to call Kevin and Robert to set me up with another girl.” You rolled your eyes. “Preferably one that doesn’t go on a caffeine and sugar high so she can pull an all nighter on her script, only to talk my ear off with her random epiphanies instead.”
“Jerk,” you tossed a toddler size version of Chris’ favorite pair of shoes at him. It hit him in the chest and landed in his lap, but he was too busy bellowing with laughter to bother retaliating. “Shut up,” you laughed softly, throwing the other shoe at him. “You’re going to wake Jack up.”
“Okay okay,” he softened his laughter, wiping away the tears that had formed in the corner of his eyes. “Hey, these are cute.” He said when he picked the shoes up off his lap. “They look exactly like mine, how did you-” He looked up at you and you smirked, shrugging. “You’re going to make him so happy.”
“I know,” you smiled. “He keeps asking me to put your shoes aside for him so he can wear them when he’s older, he gets so mad when he sees you wearing them because he thinks they’re his now. He keeps telling me that you’re wearing them out.”
“Trust me, I know,” he chuckled. “He gets so passive-aggressive every time I have those shoes on. Like the other day, he told me my feet are too big for those beautiful shoes.” You both laughed at that. “And just today, I found him hiding them under his bed. Honestly,” he shook his head, smiling, “that boy is an odd one.”
“Children are a reflection of their parents,” you teased.
“Yeah, I know,” he nodded then smirked as he said, “have you met his mom?”
“I’m running out of soft things to throw at you,” you threw a Mickey Mouse plush ball at him. “Can we get back to it now?” You asked, beckoning at the pile of unwrapped gifts; you were starting to regret offering your wrapping services to your family and friends who were out of town and couldn’t make it. “We’re going to need at least some sleep if we want to get through a two year old’s birthday party tomorrow.”
The both of you returned to wrapping and a comfortable silence filled the air. It wasn’t until you got through your fifth gift, and Chris his fourth that you both realized there were sounds coming from upstairs. You glanced behind you then turned back to Chris whose narrowed eyes were looking at the archway leading to the hallway where the stairs were.
“Did you leave the TV on upstairs?”
“No,” you shook your head. “I haven’t been upstairs since-”
“Jack,” you both concluded in unison, heaving a heavy sigh.
Chris made his way upstairs with you right on his heel. The closer you got to your bedroom, the louder the TV got. Chris looked over his shoulder at you, mouthing “is that?” You nodded, chuckling when you realized Jack was watching one of his father’s old interviews with Jimmy Fallon. You both poked your head into the room and saw Jack snugged in the middle of your bed with Dodger under his tiny arm. He was always so mesmerized by his dad, or you, being on TV that he’d fail to notice all else, like the two of you in the doorway.
“Bud,” Chris called and Jack flinched, “what are you doing out of bed?”
“I’m not out of bed,” he gestured to the fact that he was in your bed, grinning cheekily.
“Let’s rephrase,” you stepped in, chuckling, “what are you doing out of your bed?”
“Well, I…” he trailed off, turning his attention back to the TV because he didn’t want to miss a second of his dad.
You and Chris shared a weary look then shrugged and joined Jack in your king sized bed, each on either side of him. Dodger shuffled, moving to rest his head on your lap. You smiled and stroked his side, leaning down to whisper into his floppy ear “thanks for looking after of our little handful, sweetheart.”
“Shhh,” Jack pressed his tiny finger to his lips.
“Oh, please.” You chuckled. “Like my whispering-”
“Seriously, shh,” Chris shushed you too, pointing to the TV. “You’ll want to listen to this part, it’s super sweet.” A smug smirk formed on his lips because you’d already seen it before and you already knew it was super sweet. “It’s about his wife and kid.”
“And I’m the kid!” Jack gasped excitedly and climbed out of the covers so he could crawl closer to the TV. You were about to reach and catch him when Chris got to him first; the last thing you needed was your son ruining his eyes like you did as a child.
“You’re not going any closer to the TV, bud.” Chris murmured into his soft locks. “The last thing we need is you wearing glasses too.” Jack still tried to wiggle out of his dad’s strong grip and Chris frowned. “Jack, stop,” he spoke in a firmer tone and Jack immediately stilled. “Either sit here with me or go to bed.”
“I’ll sit here with you,” Jack nodded, leaning back against his dad’s chest.
“Not bad,” you mouthed, smiling at Chris who was tipping his imaginary hat; he was getting a lot better at controlling Jack. Usually Jack would just ignore Chris and continue his defiance until you stepped in and dropped the hammer, but not so much anymore. You turned your attention back to the TV when you heard your name.
“I believe congratulations are in order, you and Y/N are now parents to an adorable boy.” Jimmy said and the audience cheered; Chris smiled as a photo of you carrying Jack, who was only eight months then, popped up on the screen behind him.
“That’s me,” Jack giggled excitedly; both you and Chris chuckled.
“Jack, right?” Jimmy asked and Chris nodded. “He is a beautiful baby.”
“Thank you,” Chris smiled. “Yeah, he is a real looker. His smile just lights up the room and his eyes are bluer than mine,” he chuckled softly. “But I mean-” he glanced back at the photo, his smile growing even wider. “I didn’t really expect anything less. Look at his mom, she’s beautiful and perfect and- he’s just a splitting image of her.”
The interview touched your heart like it did the first time, you smiled and reached over Jack to press your hand against your husband’s face. He smiled and turned his head, kissing the palm of your hand. You pulled your hand away and returned your attention to the TV.
“It must be very hard for you to be away from home at the moment,” Jimmy said and Chris nodded, pouting adorably. “And how is Y/N handling Jack on her own? She’s always said that between the two of you, you’re better with kids.”
“That’s-” Chris chuckled. “No, Y/N is fantastic with children. She just says she’s not because she’s overly modest and she likes her 'I-don’t-want-kids’ reputation, but honestly- if you see her with kids, you can tell that she is nothing like she portrays herself to be. She is just the sweetest, kindest, most gentle person when she’s around kids. Well,” he chuckled, “the good ones anyway.”
“And Jack’s one of the good ones, right?”
“Definitely,” Chris nodded, smiling. “I was FaceTiming with Y/N yesterday and she’s been telling me all about how he just sleeps through the night and eats whatever she gives him. He’s a very easy baby, like she hasn’t even had to call our moms for backup yet.”
“I’m sure you must be very excited to get back home to them,” Jimmy put another photo up on the screen behind Chris; it was one of the three of you and Dodger that Chris tweeted out for Mother’s Day. The whole audience awwwed at the photo, making Chris smile. “I mean- that is a sweet family waiting for you.”
“Yeah, and I’m counting down the days till I see them,” Chris admitted with a soft chuckle. “Only a couple months of press left and then I’m back in Boston for a long break until the next part premieres. But by then, Jack should be old enough to fly so they can come out and visit me while I’m doing press around the world.”
Jimmy smiled, “once again, congratulations. If you’re watching this, Y/N, Jack is beautiful and I am so happy for you guys. The first part of Avengers Infinity War is out in cinemas now, be sure to watch it. Chris Evans, everyone!”
You expected Jack to clap and when he didn’t, you looked over to find him fast asleep in his dad’s arms. “I guess he woke up and just wanted us to keep him company until he fell asleep again,” Chris whispered and you smiled. “I’m going to go put him to bed.” You nodded and yawned as he rose to his feet with Jack in his arms. “And you should go to sleep too, I’ll finish up downstairs.”
“We’re a team,” you told him and rose to your feet, following him with a hand on his lower back. “I don’t sleep until you sleep.” Chris smiled and wrapped one arm around you, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head as the two of you made your way to Jack’s room.
While I adore your art and the frequency you post some, YOU NEED TO TAKE CARE OF YOUR HAND/WRIST!!! Rest and get yourself back to your fighting capabilities! <3 *aggressively cares about your well being*
plEASE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF
How’s your hand, Fran? U OK? Are you resting well and taking good care of yourself? Get well soon💜
Please look after yourself and keep healthy, you’re art is beautiful and thank you for doing it but look after yourself first 💙💙
PLEASE DON’T HURT YOUR HAND I DON’T WANT YOU TO SUFFER LONGER THAN YOU HAVE TOO
and also @ all the people who’ve mentioned similar feelings in the reblogs - thank you guys so much you’re all so sweet and adorable but oh my god it’s!!! nothing as serious as you all think it is hahaha I’m sorry I didn’t think it’d make so many of you worry rip I’m laughing what a mess
I actually mentioned it a few posts ago but it’s really just a blister - a pretty damn huge one, but still just a blister - it’s in a place where I apply pressure when holding a pen so drawing makes it sorta hurt, and to avoid breaking it I had kind of decided to wait it out and not draw until it’d healed?? But as it turns out it doesn’t seem like it’s gonna take as little time as I thought it would?? And not drawing was making me go out of my mind?? So I decided that I’m gonna draw anyway, but the position in which the blister forces my finger is a stupid one and the hold on the pen turns out a little awkward, so (for my own standards) the lines are turning out sloppier even though it’s taking thrice as long to trace them in an even only vaguely acceptable way
So!! This is what’s up! I’m sorry I made you all worry and thank you so much for the concern, but the only thing drawing anyway is gonna do is make me uncomfortable in the moment and maybe make healing a little more annoying, there’s no permanent damage anywhere in sight!
you inside the room, leaving you disgruntled and grumbling your complaints. “Why
me? Find someone else?”
“I swear to
god I’ll make this up for you okay? I’ll tell you the details of our date!” she
raised a hand up promising you, making you scoffed out in bewilderment. You were
honestly not that single that you
would need to live through her dates. You rolled your eyes before trying to
move back out of the room. “I honestly don’t want to hear the details. They must
be nasty if they includes you.” you scrunched your nose in disgust trying to
push your way out of this task. “You bet they are and I’m not about to let this
ruin It.” she pushed you back, placing each palms against one another, pleading
for your help.
please. I mean it’s not even hard for you. You’re a brilliant writer. I’m sure
you’ll be able to whip up an amazing interview in like five minutes- then you can
go back home and I’ll be thousands of miles away from you and they are all
beautiful men! So you know more for you.” you looked at her, desperately trying
to convince you with her sweet words making you sigh, because surely you could
endure through this interview for her. It was this dreaded feeling, because you
never liked mixing personal life into your work and now- here you were,
trudging yourself inside the room where your boyfriend and his friends were
waiting for you.
interviewing us?” Kiseok gasped out excitedly as he opened his arms wide in a
“All five of
you better behave or I’m leaving and I’ll just write that all you toddlers
couldn’t even sit through an interview.”
Hello, this is Okada Masaki. There’s now 10 days until Gintama is released! My role is Katsura Kotaro, the Joui faction wanderer who is hiding in Edo, also known as Zura. I myself is a fan of Gintama, so it is with great pleasure that I wanted to portray Katsura in his full glory, and I did my best. Please make sure you see it in theatres!
As an aside, I watched the Gintama press conference. Okada is such a bimbo in real life it’s always hilarious to watch him, so I felt I had to translate this bit. A bit of background: Oguri Shun and Okada Masaki have been in a few things together and they’re pretty good friends. Okada is the embodiment of the Gintama phrase “people with natural perm aren’t bad guys”, he’s such a bimbo that most people love picking on him. Muro Tsuyoshi (Gengai) and Satou Jirou (Takechi Henpeita) are comedians mainly, so they’re very good at enlivening the atmosphere.
Host: How did you think of portraying your respective characters? First we’ll start with Nagasawa-san (Otae)
[After Masami finishes]
Host: What about you, Okada-san?
Okada: What about what?
Host: Oi oi, the question, the same question!
Director and Muro Tsuyoshi: Hey that’s really bad! You’re really weird! You’re really weird today!
Host: It was ‘what did you think about portraying the character?’
Director: You’re weird today!
Okada: No I’m not.
Someone: That’s unforgivable.
Okada: No, no
Someone: It’s really weird!
Okada: I’m getting scolded. It’s only because I finally got a chance to talk.
Someone: Oh, sorry.
Okada: Seriously from the moment I stood here I wanted to talk. I really wanted to talk!
Someone: Oh sorry.
Okada: And then…I forgot the question.
Host: Alright, well when you got invited to act in this popular manga/anime…
Muro Tsuyoshi: I-wanna-talk-Masaki-san
Host: How did you think of your character and your portrayal?
Muro Tsuyoshi: I-wanna-talk-Masaki-san
Okada: SHUDDUP! SERIOUSLY!
Muro Tsuyoshi: I-wanna-talk-Masaki-san
Okada: I KNOW ALREADY!
Host: I-wanna-talk-Masaki-san, you can talk now.
Okada: THANK YOU. Anyway, I’m pretty similar to Katsura, he tries to lead his life a cool way…
Someone: HE SAID “COOL”
Okada: WAIT A MIN WAIT A MIN LEMME FINISH
Someone: HE SAID COOL
Someone else: THAT’S QUICK
Okada: WAIT NO
Someone else: He got there quickly!
Okada: NO NO I DUNNO I DUNNO I DUNNO
Someone: You don’t know?!
Muro Tsuyoshi: He keeps looking at Oguri for help, Masaki keeps looking at Oguri!
Sato Jirou: Oguri is laughing, but Suda Masaki is completely expressionless the whole time.
Okada: I don’t know what that means on balance. So, umm, please let the next person speak now, thank you very much.
Muro Tsuyoshi: HANG ON WE WANTED TO HEAR YOU TALK MORE
Okada: NO NO NO NO
Someone: What’s your thoughts on acting?? What’s your thoughts??
Someone else: You’re finally getting a chance!
Suda Masaki (Shinpachi): Masaki~
Okada: Yes what do you want, Masaki?
Host: Eh was that supposed to be a planned pun/joke?
Suda: Nope, that was the first time.
Host: Alright, what was your thoughts on playing the character?
Okada: There was a lot of action scenes this time, and I had a lot of scenes with Oguri-san. I practised a lot, and there are some good action scenes. I feel there’s a really scary stare coming from my right side…..!! (Oguri is standing on his right)
Random people: Don’t look. Seriously don’t look. Really don’t even look that way!
Satou Jirou: Seriously coming from me don’t even look at Oguri, you won’t be able to talk after! Seriously the two of them are like making mugshot faces, they’re completely expressionless.
**Okada turns and looks**
Satou Jirou: SEE I TOLD YOU.
Okada: Umm. Yes. Next person please…
Host: ARE YOU SURE?? Alright let us know if you think of anything!
A long convo with @starcoleworld inspired this. She thought of it and I loved it 😂
Tom and Reader attend the VMA’s and while Ariana Grande is singing ‘Everyday’ she spots her celeb crush Tom(I’m sorry y’all😂)…I love that song ‘Everday’ and I don’t have a problem with Ariana but you have to admit that this idea is GOLD😂
You took the seats in the front with your names. You looked around and saw that you were in front with the Elite of the singing world. You sat beside Tom and felt his lips kiss your bare shoulder, “You look amazing.” He whispered, drooling over how your smooth brown skin popped with the dress. You smiled and kissed him on the cheek, hearing the cameras flash you pulled away and saw the Photographer snapping you two together.
The show finally started and you were excited. After a few performances and the commercial break you decided to mingle.
You stood at a distance while a reporter from ET interviewed Chris and Anthony; they were the first pair to be interviewed in-between filming. You’d just finish your scene with Sebastian and decided to crash their interview. You could’ve waited for yours, but your interview buddy- Sebastian was still busy going over the scene you’d just filmed with Anthony and Joe; he was going to be a while.
ET reps had actually encouraged the cast to crash each others’ interviews as they wanted to portray the candid relationships and chemistry between cast members; Marvel casts had a lot of that. They particularly wanted you to crash Chris’ interview as all your fans enjoyed seeing the two of you together; as the only married co-stars on set, everyone loved your chemistry.
“Uh uh,” Anthony spotted you walking over and a cheeky grin spread across his face. Chris turned around and smiled when he saw you; you immediately smiled back. “You can just stop the interview right now, no way my boy is going to be able to concentrate with his pretty lady around.”
“Shut up,” Chris chuckled, wrapping an arm around you as you joined his side. “How’d it go?” He asked you and you nodded, smiling. “Nailed it as always?” He smirked, making you laugh. “That’s my girl,” he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head.
“See what I mean?” Anthony gestured to the two of you; you’d both completely forgotten you were in the presence of others and a camera. “I mean-” he winked at the both of you and you both smiled. “They’re super cute, don’t get me wrong. But we can never get any work done when they’re in the room together, very distracting couple.”
Chris scoffed then chuckled, “that’s rich coming from you, Mackie.”
“Yeah,” you agreed with a giggle, making Anthony roll his eyes. “You’re the one known for dropping the productivity rate by ten percent.” Everyone laughed when you childishly stuck your tongue out at Anthony, who was doing the same back at you.
“Boom, take that to the bank,” Chris egged on, pulling you closer to him.
“See what I have to put up with?” Anthony addressed the reporter, trying not to laugh. “Now that they’re married, they’re constantly backing each other up. You can’t get away with anything anymore, not around them anyway.” You and Chris laughed, nodding when the reporter turned to the both of you for confirmation. “I can’t even play pranks on them anymore, ‘cause one is always giving the other a heads up.”
“Aw,” you pouted mockingly and laughter increased. “Poor Mackie.” He shook his head at you, biting back his smile. “Tell you what, the next time you want to play a prank on Chris- I promise I won’t stand in the way.” Chris scoffed and chuckled simultaneously. “Sorry, baby,” you turned to him and patted his cheek. “But sometimes you gotta take one for the team.”
“Yes!” Anthony fist pumped. “I got a good one on the back burner, Seb and I have been planning it for months now.” Chris shook his head with a soft chuckle whereas you laughed. “I promise it’s nothing that will ruin your husband’s good looks.”
“It better not be,” you warned playfully. “Other than his good looks, what does he have?” You teased him, poking his side. “Stop,” you laughed and squirmed when Chris nuzzled his face into your neck, pretending to bite you.
“Oh God,” Anthony groaned, feigning annoyance though he loved seeing how happy his two best friends were together. “Both of you stop, this is a professional interview.” You and Chris both laughed softly, turning back to the reporter who looked perfectly fine with the candidness of your interaction. “You have no idea how much Chris loves Y/N, he has been all smiles and heart eyes since the day she walked into his life. We all thought things would simmer once they got married, but we were so wrong.”
“The two of you are very cute together,” the reporter told you and Chris; you both smiled. “I’m sure the fans will be very happy with this interview. Probably not the ones who want to be with either of you, but- majority of them will be.”
“I’ll tell you what will make the fans happy, me included,” Anthony gestured to himself with his thumbs, his cheeky grin had returned. “The two of them having children.” He said and both you and Chris shook your head at him with wide eyes. The last time he brought up babies, the two of you were placed under baby watch and bombarded with a thousand questions on when it would happen; it was not fun. “I mean how cute would a little Evans/Y/L/N baby be? With Chris’ eyes and Y/N’s cheekbones, that baby will come out with a modeling contract.”
“Seriously, Mackie?” You chuckled. “Did you not learn from the last time?”
“Oops,” he pressed his lips together, not a hint of guilt or regret in his eyes.
“Get out of here,” Chris waved him off, laughing. “Go have babies of your own.”
“In all seriousness,” the reporter saw it as an opportunity to ask the question many have been wanting an answer to for a while now. “Are the two of you planning to have children any time soon?” You and Chris looked at each other, sharing a smile. “You’ve both spoken about how family is important to you, is a child on the way?”
“Oh God, please yes.” Anthony muttered under his breath; you and Chris laughed. “Sorry,” he looked at both of you, acting a lot more innocent than he actually was. “Did I say that out loud? How embarrassing,” he said with a small smirk.
“We’re definitely thinking about kids, yes,” you answered with a nod. “We both agreed we’d wait until our contracts with Marvel are over so we can take some time off and um-” You trailed off, chuckling; there was no way you were going to say what you almost said on live TV. Anthony, of course, had no filter.
“Have at it?” Anthony smirked.
“Oh my God,” you laughed. “Mackie!”
“I’m going to kill you,” Chris laughed, shoving him from the frame.
“That’s Chris Evans, Anthony Mackie, and Y/N Y/L/N,” the reporter addressed the camera, trying not to laugh at the three of you play fighting in the background. “We’ll be back later with Sebastian Stan, Elizabeth Olsen, and Jeremy Renner.”
Description: you finally find the soulmate you write messages on your wrist to.
pairing: Ethan x reader
warnings: swearing as always
You’d been searching for your soulmate for as long as you had known about it. When you were four and your mother explained the soulmate bond you were instantly hooked. The fact that art you drew on your skin would show up on your soulmates made your life that much more interesting. You began to become a better artist everyday so that the things you put on your skin would be beautiful enough to please whoever you were linked to.
You drew beautiful things and the you drew the stupidest shit you could think of in discreet places. On your hips there would be horse and dog morphs or turtle bags. But your arms, legs, and feet would be covered in geometric designs and creatures of a new fantasy you were able to create. Your grocery lists would show up on his palm or wrist which he would smile at as you wrote down the silliest words to help you remember.
But his favorite thing by far had to be the motivational and loving words that would pop up on his palm or inner elbow. When his day would get rough he could simply ask for some encouraging words and you were easily cheering him up in seconds. It was the way it was written in the loopy cursive he had designated as yours and the way it was portrayed. Like a poet had spoken those words, but when he googled them no one showed up they were your own. So he began journaling your poems and words in a little book his brother thought was the cutest thing ever.
It just so happened that you stumbled across the dolan twins earlier that day and had been watching all of their videos quickly figuring out that they posted every Tuesday. It was also quite intriguing that Ethan had such familiar drawings across his fingers and biceps. And when he would hold his hands out your loopy cursive sat there on his wrist sometimes spelling out the words milk, eggs, and flour. Baking and drawing. those were your passions and now you had found the person you were supposed to share those passions with. It was Sunday and yesterday they had posted a video, one of their random day ones, telling their fans to send in questions for them to answer. So you devised a plan to let him know you were watching and you finally knew who he was.
So you tweeted out to him. “@ethandolan if you answer this please message me before so I can write something on your wrist.” And I just so happened that the next day, Monday, when they were filming Ethan dolan messaged you on twitter.
“Hey.” It said the nervous and suspicious emoji faces after it. You raced around to find the nearest pen and began writing on your wrist.
“Hi, my names Y/n I’m suprised we’ve never asked for eachothers names before.”
The next message you received from his twitter was in all caps lock and seemed to be from him and Grayson.
“HOLY SHIT. NO FUCKING WAY I CANT BELIEVE DO YOU THINK I COULD HAVE YOUR NUMBER TO FACETIME OR SOMETHING.” You snickered as your phone lit up with another message. You expected it to be Ethan but Grayson’s twitter user was popped up and waiting.
“You hurt him I hurt you.” Your eyes widened at the words before you relaxed.
“I hurt him I will gladly let you break my nose.” You turned back to your wrist and wrote your number down. Your twitter then lit up again and you saw that Grayson had responded.
“He looks like a kid on Christmas. If you get a call in like an hour it’s probably him.” Your eyes widened as you looked at yourself in the mirror. You looked like a mess and honestly you weren’t going to let Ethan’s first impression of you be you and your room looking like a hurricane rolled through.
“Thanks for the heads up it looks like hurricane Katrina just went thorugh my room.” Grayson snorted from his spot next to Ethan who looked up his eyes lit up.
“What are you laughing at?”
“What? What’d she say.” Grayson showed him the text and he smiled. “Honestly same. Omg bro do I look okay what if she watches this video and I look like shit?” Ethan’s eyes widened and Grayson began calming him down as you on the other side of the US cleaned your room to perfection. Your desk was now spotless as was your floor. It was easy seeing as you being in college at the early age of 16, you didn’t have much in your dorm room.
You pulled out your makeup with 30 minutes left on the metaphorical clock Grayson had given you. You did an easy nude look and the sharpest eyeliner you’d ever managed to pull off. Happy with your eyes you applied mascara and highlight for days. You looked like a glazed donut by the time you were done.
“Incoming in like 5 minutes.” Grayson sent you another message and you breathed out a sigh of relief.
“So I’m guessing you’re editing the video today?” You sent back to him.
“Definitely Ethan will be too busy admiring you to be able to do it. I’ll just have to force him to help. The title ETHAN FINDS HIS SOULMATE.”
“You’re kidding right?”
“No I’m dead serious.”
“Do not do that Grayson.”
“Too bad half the content is him freaking out about your drawings and the tweet.”
“Seriously, you’ll see in tommorow video.”
“Oh god on a scale of 1-10 how crazy you does it get.”
“He almost did the splits.”
“Fuck.” Just then your phone rang and a new number popped up in the screen. 916-***-**** would like to FaceTime.
“That’s him.” Grayson messaged you. A deep breath in and you answered the call.
“Hi.” Your voice was quiet as Ethan stared at you with the same intensity you stared at him.
“Holy shit.” You both muttered. “You’re beautiful.”
“Probably more beautiful in real life.” He added.
“Are you in LA right now?” You asked.
“Yeah where does your beautiful self reside at the moment?” He asked his eyes still scanning all he could as you set your phone down on your desk propped up on you computer mouse.
“The other side of the country, New York.”
“Damn. And what is a beautiful woman like yourself doing in New York?”
“Trying to master in cooking and the culinary art. And major in the literary and fine arts.”
“Damn my woman’s artistically inclined can I get any luckier.”
“Damn my mans a hilarious human being that makes me smile in the darkest times can I get any luckier.” You didn’t mean just his videos with Grayson. No, you weren’t the only one to write encouraging words to the other. His handwriting would pop up in the middle of class telling you to have a good day and hang in there when you had ranted to him the night before through your skin.
Your smiles couldn’t possibly get any bigger as Grayson called Ethan in to help him edit in the warehouse.
“And let me see your woman.” Ethan pulled Grayson into frame as you blushed at the new found atttention you were getting.
“Aw she’s blushing.” Grayson cooed as you buried your head into your hands.
“Leave me alone you goof. I just met the guy I’m going to try to spend the rest of my life with. When you meet yours show me how you react and I’ll make fun of you.” It was Ethan’s turn to turn bright red at you words.
You actually accepted him as your soulmate. You actually wanted him. And he hoped not just for the fame.
“I think I’m done editing.” It was Tuesday in New York and LA, now it was 8 am in New York and 1 am in LA. “Sneak peak for the special woman in Ethan’s life.” Ethan flipped the camera as Grayson jumped to a random part of the video. It was Grayson reading the tweet you had tweeted to Ethan.
“’@ethandolan if you answer this please message me so I can write something on your wrist.’ How can someone write something on your wrist if they’re not the-” Grayson cut himself off as they looked at the mandalas on Ethan left arm. “You think?” Grayson whispered.
“Only one way to find out.” Ethan typed out the message he had sent to you and showed it to the camera. “And now we wait.” Grayson paused the video and turned in the skinny chair.
“You’ll have to watch the rest in the video. Which will be up in 6 hours.” You laughed as Grayson and Ethan got hyped and stuck their tongues out.
“Well obviously that will have to wait. I have classes to get to and you two should go sleep. I’d rather not have you dead when I want to talk to you.”
“Aw really.” Ethan pouted.
“Yeah but we’ll talk later just get some sleep god knows you need it.”
“Alright. I’ll see you later y/n.”
“See yah Ethan.” You hung up and stared straight forward before a squeal left your lips and you clutched your only form of contract to your chest.
Your phone which had all the space you could want, but more importantly the skin which had kept you sane all this time.