#this is better than any thirst tweet imaginable
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I need someone to show Charlie this tweet 💀
#charlie cox#what i would pay to see him read this out loud#this is better than any thirst tweet imaginable#daredevil#matt murdock
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okay wait but more on this
imagine it’s during a grill the grid vid or an interview w everyone or whatever, where they’re reading thirst tweets or smth and the idea comes up in one of the tweets.
she’s like “considering I win every weekend, i say yes” and he’s like “considering you win every weekend, i also say yes” and everyone’s like oh shit bc he literally said he’s down to just eat her out every weekend w no complaints lmao
she’s just at a loss for words for a min but smiling smugly/blushing & she’s like “that’s a real man right there” “that just taught me so much ab u” and he’s like “so it’s a deal?” and ur like “it’s a deal.”
screaming the Internet would break & the poor mclaren pr teams having to deal w both their drivers acting like this publicly lmaooo😭😭
oh also lando def thinks eating u out is a better prize than any other trophy
STOOOOOOP
the mclaren pr team are desperately trying to control the damage after that video is released but lando definitely makes it harder on them because he keeps making jokes and comments about it
like you’ll be in the middle of an interview and he will come up behind you all like, “are we done here yet? I need to pick up my prize”
and the interviewer is like, “but she won?”
and lando has this cheeky wee grin where he’s like, “yeah but I’m the real winner, mate”
and you’re just standing there, nuzzling your face into his neck to try and hide from the embarrassment
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pretend || j.ww x reader
Summary: reading thirst tweets with your co-star/boyfriend’s best friend makes things a little tense
Warnings: swearing, smut mentions (18+)
Word Count: 1.8k
a/n: originally posted on my tom holland fic account ( @wazzupmrstark )
Masterlist
The sound of Mingyu cracking his knuckles next to you sent a shiver down your spine, making you cringe instinctively. You turned to glare at him and leaned away from the noise.
“I hate when you do that!” you groaned.
He smirked. “I know, that’s why I like doing it.”
You looked over at Wonwoo, who was sitting across the room with the crew, and pointed to Gyu.
“Can you tell your best friend to stop being annoying?”
“Can you tell your girlfriend to stop being dramatic?” Mingyu retaliated.
“I’m not picking sides!” Wonwoo shouted back and held up his hands in surrender.
You let your jaw drop. “I’ll remember that, Jeon.”
“Baby, I-” Wonwoo started to defend himself, but fell silent when the producer got up from her chair and approached you and Mingyu who were sitting behind the camera.
“Which one of you wants to take this?” she asked, holding up a large insulated jug full of paper strips.
“I’ll take it,” Mingyu offered and set the cup in his lap.
“What a gentleman,” you said, fighting the urge to roll your eyes.
“You’re lucky you’re pretty,” he muttered, “because you’re so fucking annoying.”
“Thank you.”
“It wasn’t a compliment.”
The producer gave you both a sideways look. “Are you guys alright? Should we take a minute before starting?”
“No, we’re fine,” you assured her.
“We don’t actually hate each other,” Mingyu added, “this is just how... we are.”
She didn’t look any less concerned, but nodded anyway. “Okay, well remember what your director said about playing up your chemistry to promote the show. And when we call action just give a quick slate and start reading the tweets.”
She walked back over to her spot next to the cameraman and took a seat before looking over a checklist that had been handed to her and writing some notes on it.
“Nervous?” Mingyu whispered to you as you both waited for your cue.
“A little,” you admitted. “You?”
“I’m a bit on edge,” he concurred. “Mostly because your boyfriend is about to watch me read filthy comments about you on-camera.”
You glanced over at Wonwoo who gave you an encouraging smile and a thumbs-up. “He’ll be fine. How bad can they be?”
From a distance, the producer you had just spoken to called for everyone to be quiet on set and signaled the cameras to start rolling. You perked up and straightened your dress, waiting for Mingyu to take the lead.
“Hi guys, I’m Kim Mingyu.”
“And I’m y/n y/l/n.”
“You might recognize us from our new Netflix series, Breaking Curfew, where we play opposite each other in what you might call a... complicated romantic relationship.”
“We’re enemies with benefits,” you summarized. “And today we’re here with Buzzfeed to read thirst tweets about each other.”
“Ladies first,” Mingyu said and held the cup out to you.
You closed your eyes and sifted through the strips of paper with one hand, selecting one at random.
“Okay, this one’s about you. ‘Kim Mingyu has the prettiest eyes’.” You grinned as you watched your co-star’s cheeks turn pink. “He’s totally blushing right now! We haven’t even gotten to the good stuff!”
“Thank you very much to whoever tweeted that,” Mingyu said and cleared his throat.
“I agree with this person,” you continued, “you do have really pretty eyes.”
“Aw, thank you, y/n.”
“You’re welcome.”
“My turn.” Mingyu closed his eyes and rummaged around the cup before picking one. “‘Someone tell y/n y/l/n that I’m single and I get a discount at Olive Garden if she ever wants to let me take her out on a date’.”
You chuckled. “I do like Olive Garden.”
“She’ll get back to you on that one, mate,” Mingyu said quickly and let the crumpled piece of paper fall to the floor.
You took that as a sign to move on so you reached into the jug and pulled out another tweet.
“Oh, this one’s about me again. ‘Y/n y/l/n scissor me challenge’.” You clapped a hand over your mouth in shock and thrust the slip of paper towards Mingyu.
“You know what, props for being so bold. What do you think, y/n? Are you going to take them up on the offer?”
“I’ll think about it,” you managed to choke out, sending Mingyu into a laughing fit. You fanned yourself with your hand as you tried to recover and motioned for your co-star to read another one. “Your turn.”
“‘Kim Mingyu and y/n y/l/n are my dream celebrity threesome,’” he read. “What a compliment, don’t you think?”
“Oh, for sure,” you agreed and winked as you held your hand to your ear in a call me motion.
“These are just getting more and more vulgar, aren’t they?” Mingyu asked.
“I don’t know that anything can beat the scissoring one,” you pointed out as you fished another tweet from the bucket. “Another one about Mingyu, okay. ‘I wanna suck Kim Mingyu’s soul through his dick then spit it back in his face’.” You blinked at the piece of paper in front of you in shock, scanning back over it to make sure you had read it right the first time. “Jesus... christ.”
Mingyu smirked and nudged your shoulder with his.
You ignored him and pointed a finger at the camera in disgust. “I cannot believe you made me read this with my own two eyes. I could have lived my entire life without seeing those words in a sentence together!”
“I think that’s the best compliment I’ve ever received,” Mingyu countered, running a thumb along his jawline cockily.
“No, I have beef with whoever tweeted that now.”
“You’re just jealous that I like this tweet better than the threesome one.”
You sighed. “This interview was a bad idea. Your head is already so god damn big.”
Mingyu opened his mouth to retaliate, but paused like he had thought better of it and took a deep breath to compose himself.
“Anyway, moving on.”
You watched as he sifted through the tweets and chose one from the bottom, reading it to himself and grinning slightly before reading it aloud.
“‘Petition for y/n y/l/n to start an OnlyFans because I just know her tits are incredible. I can feel it in my bones’.”
You brought your hands up to your boobs self-consciously and laughed. “I don’t know about that, but thank you.”
“I’ve seen them,” Mingyu added nonchalantly, “and I can confirm that twitter user ‘geminisuns’ is correct.”
“Mingyu!”
“What? Do you know how many sex scenes we had to shoot? We’ve seen each other naked plenty of times.”
You looked back over to the crew and made eye contact with the producer. “Do you see what I have to deal with?”
“Maybe we should take a quick break,” she suggested and motioned for the cameras to stop rolling. “Get a drink, freshen up and be back here in five.”
“Do you think they’re going to use that part?” Mingyu asked as he followed you over to the water cooler.
“I don’t know, dude,” you sighed in annoyance, “but great fucking job. The whole world already thinks we’re boning.”
“I don’t know about the whole world.” You glared at him. “Wonwoo knows we’re not.”
Wonwoo. You had nearly forgotten that your boyfriend was there on set with you. You looked around for him, and saw him still sitting in his designated guest chair looking at his phone. You could only imagine what he must be thinking of all of this. You should probably say something to him.
You told Mingyu that you’d be back and made your way across the room to Wonwoo. Even from a distance you could tell that he was upset.
His knuckles were pale and his jaw was tight. He didn’t look up at you when you approached him.
“Sorry this is taking longer than expected,” you said, brushing a stray curl out of his eyes.
“Don’t worry about it,” he murmured in response, still not looking at you.
You sighed and draped yourself across him, slinging your arms loosely across his shoulders as you leaned down to see what he was doing on his phone. He was scrolling aimlessly on Instagram, not even liking any of the posts.
“If you’re bored you can leave,” you said curtly and stood back up.
“I’m not bored.”
“You’re not even paying attention to the shoot.”
“Trust me, it’s impossible not to. I’ve been trying to tune it out for the past ten minutes with no luck.”
“Why would you not want to pay attention?” you demanded even though the answer was sitting right in front of you. “This is a big deal for me.”
Wonwoo swallowed and finally looked up at you. “I know, baby. It’s just- do you know how hard it is to listen to my best friend talk about doing all of these dirty things to you-”
“He’s my best friend too,” you pointed out in a quiet hiss. “The only reason we’re together is because of him.”
Sometimes you felt the need to remind Wonwoo that you had known Mingyu longer than you had known him. If Gyu hadn’t brought him to set all those times back when you were filming in the fall, you wouldn’t even know about each other’s existence.
“I know that.”
“You’ve done interviews like this before,” you argued.
“I know,” he repeated.
“Then why are you being like this?” He didn’t answer, so you kept going. “You know my bare ass has been on tv, right-”
“Don’t,” Wonwoo warned and grabbed your wrist.
You gasped and flexed your fingers gingerly in his grasp, challenging him. “Don’t what?”
“Y/n,”
“Don’t... act like I want to fuck your best friend?”
He narrowed his eyes at you. “You’re enjoying this.” It wasn’t a question.
“Don’t pretend like I’d rather fulfill those tweets with him instead of you? Give the people what they want?”
You had to bite your tongue before you went any further and said something you might regret. Your words had already had the desired effect. You didn’t even have to look at Wonwoo’s lap to know that he was struggling not to get hard.
You could see it in his eyes. The arousal that had turned the warm brown into black. The way he was looking at you told you everything you needed to know. You wondered if you would even make it back home before he’d break, if he would pull the car over on the side of the road and take you then and there.
Your knees were weak at the mere thought of what you were in for later that night. Making Wonwoo jealous was admittedly one of your favorite pastimes, purely for selfish reasons. Possessive sex was arguably the best sex. The teasing, the hair-pulling, the choking, the face-fucking, all hit different when Wonwoo was reminding you who you belonged to.
Wonwoo released your wrist from his grip and raised his eyebrows expectantly. “Are you finished?”
You shook your head and grinned. “Just getting started.”
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♡ Bad Dreams ♡
Pairing: Taron Egerton x reader
Word Count: 700+
Warnings: Mentions of bad dreams
Summary: You've been hiding bad dreams from Taron whilst he was away filming, but you're unable to hide them when he's home.
Requested by anon! I don't really like this too much but oh well.
Dating an actor wasn’t the easiest thing in the world, having the paparazzi follow you around when you were out together is something that takes a while to get used to, and going months without seeing your boyfriend when he’s away filming was always difficult, for multiple reasons. Deep down, you knew Taron would never cheat on you, he’d told you countless times how much he loves you, how you mean the absolute world to him and he’s so lucky to have you, but you knew how other women thought - you’d read the thirst tweets, read the hate messages towards you and your overactive imagination would make up the rest, imaging the worst scenarios, even though you trusted Taron with your life.
Fame was never once your idea of a future, and to be fair, neither was dating a celebrity, you were simply an accountant, a completely normal person, yet Taron still chose you. He saw you for the first time in a coffee shop, both of you visiting at the same time, he was enamoured by your beauty from the moment he saw you, and after gaining some courage, he asked you for your number which eventually led to him asking you on a date. The relationship was kept very private, due to both of your wishes, however the world knew about you, Taron had posted about you, after you said he could of course, and from then on your relationship was no longer your little secret, now everyone could poke their heads in, the paparazzi knew to follow Taron around to try to find out more about his secret girlfriend
Taron had been away filming for the past few months, leaving you by yourself again, that was when the bad dreams first started, they plagued you when you closed your eyes, forcing you to bypass sleep as much as you could, you’d told Taron about it after he facetimed you one night and could clearly see that you had barely been sleeping, however, you never told him what they were about.
Taron came home from filming a week early, surprising you while you were at home, you were overjoyed to see him of course, however as night time approached, you prayed that you wouldn’t wake Taron with any bad dreams, after all, maybe being in his arms again would help with the dreams.
It didn’t. You didn’t know what time it was, but you knew it was very early when the dream started, you hadn’t realised you were shaking and crying in your sleep until Taron shook you awake, your eyes opening to see the room slightly lit up by the lamp Taron had turned on after he noticing something was wrong with you.
“Sweetheart, tell me what’s going on.” he spoke sweetly, holding your body in his after you’d woken up, one of his hands running through your hair gently, the other hand resting on your back.
“Just been having bad dreams, it’s nothing Taron.” You whispered, your hand on Taron’s chest. He signed lightly,
“It’s not nothing, sweetheart, I can see you haven’t been sleeping. Tell me what I can do to help, I want to help.”
You bit your lip lightly, sighing before speaking “It’s just dreams about losing you, it’s silly really,” you chuckled lightly, “I know you’re mine, and I know you won’t leave me, but I guess my mind likes to make me think you will leave.” you spoke honestly.
Taron kissed the top of your head before tilting your chin up to look at him, “You know how much I love you, you know I’m not leaving you, okay? I love you so, so much and you mean the absolute world to me, I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart, ‘cause I know I can never get any better than you.” He whispered, before leaning forward and capturing your lips in a sweet, passionate kiss, his hand moving to cup your cheek tenderly. “Get some sleep, sweetheart, I’ll be here all night.” he smiled, kissing you again quickly before hugging you tight to his body. That night ended up being the night you had the most sleep in weeks.
#request#taron egerton#taron egerton x reader#taron egerton fluff#taron egerton imagine#taron egerton fanfiction#taron x reader#taron imagine#taron fluff
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HAIKYUU!! FICS
so this is mostly gonna be for myself to keep track of my favorite fics i’ve read, but hey if anyone else wants to check some of these out then thats great
MHA one is up!!
ill keep updating this as i read more, feel free to send me suggestions!
KageHina
plain as day - emleewrites
In which Hinata has spent the better part of the last twenty years putting his heart and soul into volleyball, hoping to be recognised, to be noticed. And yet he spends all these years also thinking of himself as rather plain, beyond his lack of height and bright hair, and not really noticeable at all.
In Transit - Mysecretfanmoments
Hinata finds that he likes standing close to Kageyama on buses and trains. It doesn't mean anything--probably. Maybe.
I like the way your clothes smell - Mysecretfanmoments
Power outages, ghost stories, and the presence of a certain orange-haired boy lead to bad decision-making on Tobio's part. He'd planned to keep his crush a secret; the universe has other plans.
Chaotic Neutral - akaraka
Who's this Kageyama person on twitter and is he gay?
1: Anonymous: see title
2: Anonymous: curry king
3: Anonymous >> 1: It's the curry king, obviously. Have you been using his memes this whole time without knowing who he was?
4: Anonymous: 1) Hinata Shouyou's boyfriend 2) See above
jellyfish - mysterytwin
At the beginning of his last year at Karasuno High School, Hinata Shouyou starts a list and calls it THINGS TO DO BEFORE GRADUATION, all with high hopes that he’ll be able to complete it before his time runs out.
TsukkiYama
Try This On For Size - CloudMonsta
A lot changed for Yamaguchi Tadashi over the course of high school. He started trying on dresses, for one.
The Great Yamaguchi-Tsukishima Split (Capitalization Necessary) - WyYeuw
"But no, the current situation isn’t normal. This situation requires the full attention of the team.
No, what’s really concerning this time around, is that Yamaguchi is the one ignoring Tsukishima.”
Yamaguchi confesses. Tsukishima fucks up—like, really fucks up. The volleyball club notices and loses a week’s worth of practice.
IwaOi
Terrarium - sausaged
He's practically a professional at being proactive (lies, lies, and lies when it comes to Iwaizumi).
At this point, is he really happy with just staying best friends forever? Will he be writing journals and collecting rocks forever (he will, he knows, but that is aside from the point)?
Can he really tag his Instagram photos with #YOLO if he doesn't actually put that phrase into practice?
A story about Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, plants, and rocks.
They Say it Rain Diamonds on Jupiter - exsao
"You're in love with him."
Hajime considers denying it. He considers deliberately choking on his drink to express surprise, to create a distraction by spitting onto the man in front of him's pristine white shirt and causing a commotion. Instead, he swallows his mouthful of soda and heaves a small sigh once his mouth is free.
"Yeah," he says instead.
He's never been good at lying, anyway.
bait and switch - Stylographic_Blue_Rhapsody
Oikawa's university volleyball team knows he's in a long-distance relationship with someone from high school. They imagine a sweet-faced girl that matches his sarcasm with patience. They are so incredibly wrong.
my heart is where it’s always been - foreverautumn
Iwaizumi places his phone down carefully.
Oikawa. Pining after someone. There’s no way.
(Iwaizumi knows he shouldn’t care who Oikawa might have feelings for, but within the span of three days, it’s somehow the only thing he can think about.)
KuroKen
Beautiful People Will Ruin Your Life - todxrxki
Kuroo Tetsurou runs a private Twitter account where he's constantly tweeting about how desperately in love he is with Kozume Kenma. Little does he know that Kenma sees all the tweets and keeps referencing the account in an attempt to get Kuroo to confess to him. / Or, five times Kuroo didn't notice Kenma hinting about his private Twitter account, and one time he finally did.
the things that get caught in the valves of his heart - ghostpot
Emotional competency is not exactly Kuroo's strong suit. Kenma finds it quite amusing.
Accidentally In Love - todxrxki
Kuroo frowns, but then slowly, the corners of his mouth lift up into a smirk. "Well, if it's so unbelievable, why don't we give it a try?"
Kenma glances up at him curiously. "What do you mean?"
"Let's do the 36 questions to fall in love," Kuroo says, still smirking stupidly. "If we don't fall in love, then you're right, it's bullshit. But if we do somehow..." Kuroo waggles his eyebrows. "Then I win." / Kuroo decides he and Kenma should do the 36 questions to fall in love as a joke, but they both start to realize they might actually be in love already.
the galaxy is endless (i thought we were, too) - cosmogony
TW: major character death
Kuroken AU where the last words your soulmate will say to you appear on your skin when you turn 16, and how Kenma and Kuroo learn what this means over the course of their lives
even if you’re ahead for a bit, i will catch up - ghostpot
Kuroo first confesses when they're sticky-fingered, wide-eyed kids, and subsequently every day after that. Kenma takes a while to come around.
you’re the brake lines failing (as my car swerves off the freeway) - ghostpot
Kenma thinks that Kuroo looks ugly with his head bent against the arm of the couch like that. Then Kenma thinks that he wants to marry him, and is promptly thrown into the 5 stages of grief.
teach me the way home - icespyders
“Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because —
because — I don’t know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.”
Kuroo and Kenma grow up in transit.
in this universe - crossbelladonna
Living with Kuroo is sometimes, just like this. It always feels surreal like he's living half a world and a lot of things rush by too quickly. Kenma feels like he'd watched him come and go in a blink, eyes wide and wordless as the shared space went snug in an instant and far larger in the next.
All this, and a glass of water.
Beginning’s End - todxrxki
Somehow over the course of Kenma's lifetime, he’s never really had an opportunity to miss Kuroo. He’s always been there. Even when they went to different schools, Kuroo would meet him afterwards so they could walk home together, shoulders brushing, Kuroo occasionally taking the opportunity to guide him when his nose was buried in the newest video game. The thought of Kuroo not being there anymore is uncomfortable, to say the least. / Kozume Kenma's third year and the changes the year brings in himself and his relationship with Kuroo Tetsurou.
All I Want for Christmas is You - todxrxki
“Kuro,” he says. “You’re a single guy.”
“Yeah, great, thanks for pointing that out.”
“And my parents already know you, plus they already know you like guys or whatever so… what if you pretended to be my date for Christmas dinner?” / In which Kenma recruits his housemate and best friend Kuroo to be his fake date for Christmas.
BokuAka
just to miss the sun - rosevtea
Everything begins to implode when MSBY Jackals outside hitter Bokuto Koutarou crashes Akaashi's livestream.
Operation BokuAka - kazzydolyn
After spending two whole years watching Bokuto and Akaashi pine for one another, the rest of the Fukuroudani Volleyball Club has had enough. When everyone meets up for a reunion dinner, the team decides to play matchmaker and finally get the two of them together. Unfortunately, their plan starts to fall apart when they discover that Akaashi is already dating someone. And apparently so is Bokuto. What a strange coincidence.
bitter - silvercistern
He accepted his classmate's chocolates gracefully, then declared his lack of interest with as much dignity as he could muster. She deserved the courtesy. At least she'd acknowledged that Valentine's Day was all about her, and not about him in the slightest.
Because if any of these girls had taken the time to actually get to know him, they’d quickly realize something even more important than his lack of interest in girls.
And that was that Akaashi hated sweets.
In Another Life - LittleLuxray
TW: major character death
Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too.
The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write.
120% yes - pissedofsandwich
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Kissing Ace - karasunovolleygays
It happens right after training camp.
Akaashi Keiji has a secret he has guarded since he was a child. He won’t go so far as to call it a fear, but more of an aspect of himself of which he is horribly mortified. No one on the team knows about it, and Akaashi does his best to keep it that way.
But years of dodging hugs and casual contact come to naught in the blink of an eye and the swipe of a hand.
daisy rings and frivolous things (i am deliriously in love with you) - gabstar
Akaashi Keiji is in love. Bokuto Koutarou is a star. Everyone on Fukurodani has a gambling problem.
SakuAtsu
The MSBY Black Jackals Read Thirst Tweets - isaksara (syailendra)
Sakusa’s eyes are very dark naturally, sucking in all surrounding rays of light and crushing them in his pupils. For an athlete, he is rather pale. His lips look very pink in comparison. Atsumu is suddenly catastrophically aware that in this instance, ‘accent’ is a euphemism. “Good enough for your Olympic-size ego, Miya?”
(In which Atsumu realizes that he is attracted to Sakusa Kiyoomi in the most inconvenient way possible.)
A Liar’s Truth - internetpistol
In which Sakusa Kiyoomi is raised to believe that gay people go to hell but then takes one look at Miya Atsumu and thinks, then why the hell did God make them so fucking hot?
#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#ships#kagehina#daisuga#asanoya#tsukkiyama#iwaoi#kuroken#bokuaka#kageyama#hinata#daichi#sugawara#asahi#nishinoya#tsukishima#yamaguchi#iwaizumi#oikawa#kuroo#kenma#bokuto#akaashi#sakuatsu#sakusa#atsumu
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Love your writings. Can you do one with Lizzie and reader and doing thirst tweets and the tweets are really dirty and reader is having a fun time watching Lizzie get all flustered until it’s her turn and then she getting all embarrassed?
Tweets For Two
Pairing | Elizabeth Olsen x reader
Summary | reading thirst tweets were supposed to truthful fantasies of the fans, and Lizzie was well aware of that, but she couldn’t help but feel flattered from the comments leaving your mouth.
Warnings | thirst tweets because some of them be requiring a warning, mentions of smut, swearing (that is * out to indicate beeps in video), mentions of threesome
Quick link to my masterlist, if you’re interested in reading more of my crap 😬
“So, how do we do this?” Lizzie laughed, watching as the set workers placed a bucket in front of each of you. She looked at you, her co star and friend for reassurance, watching as you reached forwards, and pulled out a strip of paper, and directed the side with writing towards your eyes.
“We just read the tweets, like this one. ‘Y/n Y/l/n, is one hell of a snack, I could eat her up in more ways than one.’ I mean, okay man, but more ways than one? You really going out there sounding like a cannibal.”
Lizzie’s eyes went wide as they shift to eye you, nervously glancing between you lightly laughing at her expense, and the bucket filled with all kinds of things about herself that she wishes not to read aloud. “Do you want to just read each other’s, it may be better.”
Without any hesitation, she nods, watching as you changed the buckets over, and dipped your hand into the examples including her. “Elizabeth Olsen could tie me to a bed, and leave me there, and that would be enough to make me finish.”
“Oh my god.” Her hands covered over her mouth, as she tried to stifle her nervous laughter, there was just something about hearing you say those words, even if they did belong to another, leaving your mouth, had a delirious affect over her.
Once you had finished folding up the slip of paper, Lizzie took one of the comments regarding you, shuffling her knees together as she thought of the possibilities that were regarded upon the inked text.
“Y/n’s ass. Need I say more?” Out of the corner of her eye, she allowed herself to peek at said attribute of yours, as you shook your head at the statement of the fan, unsurprised by the context, but surprised by how tame it came across to be.
“I do have a great ass.” You agreed with the stranger’s emission of online lust, grabbing another one that concerned the bodice of Lizzie, and instantly snorting at what was written within the quoted scripture.
“Can people stop shipping Lizzie Olsen and y/n y/l/n? It’s making me too hot and bothered to imagine them together, making out, f***ing, and everything in between. Like it’s like, hello, please invite me next time.”
The words alone made Lizzie feel a wetness between her thighs, though she tried her utmost to ignore it. “They think we’re sleeping together?” She asked, wishing that the thought was true, focusing entirely on your response.
“Try not to blush.” You noticed the redness on her cheeks, deciding to point it out, making her even more embarrassed. “It’s more of a fantasy, though I wouldn’t complain. At least they have an imagination, and you know, if it ever does happen liz(y/n/n)lovechild, I will give you a call, so that you indeed can get in on the action.”
Winking at the camera, you expectedly turned to Lizzie, who was fumbling with the slip between her fingers. She was flushed from the words that had left your mouth, and so, she licked her lips, nervously staring at the conjunction of letters.
“Um,- y/n- y/n y/l/n, talented in movies, I - i can only imagine how she is in bed. Like, h-have you seen her in that movie with Kristen Stewart? Hot damn, she’s a hot mess, the hottest.”
A pit of jealousy inclined in the pit of Lizzie’s stomach, though she became noticeably flustered as she spoke, and you were quick to realise it.
“I’m not sure if they’re talking about me or Kristen, but we’re both hot, so either way it works.” You reached in the bucket before you, your eyes scanning over it. “Yeah, let’s pass this-“
“Go on, read it.” Lizzie encouraged, noticing your hesitancy. Gulping, you took a breath in, leaning back as you prepared to speak the tweet.
“I want Lizzie to look at me, the way y/n y/l/n looks at her. Like there’s so much tension, and they’re both beautiful women. If she were to get with anyone that isn’t me, it should be y/n.”
That sparked a momentarily silence in the room, as you allowed the thought to run through your head. “I, that’s enough tweets for one day. Thank you for tuning in, and leaving these... lovely , comments.”
Smiling, the cameras cut off, leaving the two of you in the room as the crew members began to sort out their set. “So, that comment.”
“Yeah, that comment. But, but I agree, it should be you.” She spoke softly, leaving the room so that the pair of you could speak in private.
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Caution. Slippery when wet. - Sebastian Stan x Reader
Title: Caution. Slippery when wet.
Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader
Warnings: Some language, Sexual tension, Dirty stuff (we all get it)
Summary: Imagine promoting your newest movie with your costar and friend, Sebastian Stan, and reading thirst tweets. Only resulting in more flirting, teasing and sexual tension too much for you to handle.
“Hello everyone, I am Sebastian Stan.” Sebastian spoke once you got the green light to start.
“And I am (Y/n) (Y/l/n).” you added when he paused for a second to look at you.
“And we're here to read some of your-” he looked at the bucket he was holding in his hand and you did the same with yours “Thirst tweets. Cause let's face it, how bad can it get?”
“You really are so unaware of the dangers that it's almost cute. I can't wait for you to get the shock of your life, dear, cause twitter doesn't hold back. Trust me.” you chuckled, enjoying the look of weariness and suspicion that Sebastian gave you before you turned to face the camera “But let's make something clear, before we start. He is here to read thirst tweets, I'm here to read some thirst tweets and make sure my side account has not been discovered.”
“I-” Sebastian started but paused again, eyes narrowing slightly at you “I want to ask but at the same time I think I don't... Am I somehow involved in all of it?”
“When are you not, Sebby?” you smirked at him, winking in a way that earned a laugh from the man. Taking a second or two to admire the way he hang his head low and laughed softly to himself you turned to the camera “But let's get started cause I see we both have plenty of this! I'll go first, since I've had years of preparing for this moment.”
“Wait- preparing for yours or mine?” he raised an eyebrow.
“No further information must be given until I've got my lawyer here or until the game's over. Too much is at stake.” you shrugged innocently “So here we go-” you pulled out a piece of paper from your bucket first and read it out loud “I mean, not to objectify, but (Y/n) (Y/l/n) in her new Endgame suit left me pregnant. And I'm a guy.” the second you read the whole tweet, both you and Sebastian couldn't help but burst into laughter.
“The movie must come with a warning first now huh?” he shook his head with a laugh as he pulled a paper out as well “Though I definitely agree with that guy, you looked amazing.” he made sure to point out, looking at you as you were still giggling before focusing his eyes on the paper once more “Alright, here I go: Man, Sebastian Stan could run me over with a truck and I'd still... suck that dick?” he trailed off a bit and the last part came out as a question. He paused, blinking as he looked at the camera with a tilt of his head and you could hardly stifle your laughter, mostly at his reaction.
“Alright, that's-” he paused, looking down at the paper again just to make sure before shaking his head and saying with wide eyes “Wow. I uh... thanks, I guess?”
“You know-” you tried to calm yourself down “You know what's even more weird?” you asked.
He frowned and looked at you “No, and I'm not sure I wanna know either. But you're gonna tell me either way so, go ahead and make it worse. Though I doubt how easy it'll be to top this off.”
“Is that the order it would happen in?” you said and looked back at the camera “Because, man, it concerns me. It's 2020 and a zombie apocalypse is not far from possible right now.”
“Alright-” Sebastian huffed “It did get wore, yes. Seriously, the image I got is even more disturbing now.” he closed his eyes, lips pursed as he shoo his head.
“Oh honey.” you said sweetly, placing a hand on your friend's shoulder “And this is just the beginning.” you chuckled when he groaned more.
However, you could see a playfulness in his eyes, and the small smile that tugged at the corner of his lips that gave away his whole act. So after giving him a small squeeze with your hand, you pulled away – completely trying your hardest to ignore the way you missed the warmth of the contact and convince yourself that it was nothing. You were becoming better at it lately as it seemed.
Convincing yourself of things that weren't true, such as you being only friends, such as you not longing for his touch or smile directed at you, such as him probably seeing you as family and no other way (no way which your heart longed for), had started being much easier with time. It was easier, and it certainly hurt less, to flirt and be playful with him, to touch him casually and to give (and receive) easy smiles and looks that you labeled as your thing, as part of your friendship, both to him and the rest of the world, and nothing more. With no more or any real meaning behind all of it. And he went along with it so there was no reason to even think of this as more than just a game, the way your friendship worked, even if your heart did crazy leaps each time his hands lingered or the way he looked at you had something about it.
You cleared your throat “Alright, let's get back to the game-” you tried to suppress a shudder when you felt his hand on your neck and his thumb rubbing soft circles, after all it wasn't the first time, as he leaned a bit over your shoulder to look down at the paper as well “(Y/n) (Y/l/n) could walk up to me and punch me in my face for no reason and I'd honestly apologize. Oooh no, no I wouldn't do that to you. I'm- I'm more of a tender and sweet lover, though of course it also depends on the guy I'm with.”
“Would you be tender with me?” Sebastian asked, small smirk on his lips but not as playful as... curious perhaps; the thumb on your back continued to bring pleasant shivers down your spine.
You managed a small, easy laugh before shrugging innocently “You'll have to take me out on a date first, Seb, and then you'll see for yourself.”
“Good thing I am free later then.” he shrugged, his smile too sweet for you to not reciprocate before his hand gave your shoulder a squeeze as well “Now, my turn-” he cleared his throat as he pulled a paper and frowned at it “I want Sebastian Stan to take my ass and fold my entire body inside out.” he paused for a second or two, an absolute silence setting on the room where Sebastian was looking at the camera with a straight face, you doing your best to keep yourself from laughing because of said expression “That-” he too a deep steady breath “Wouldn't be good for your health. You know that right?”
“It's something I did not want to picture is possible. That's what it is.” you chuckled, fishing for a tweet of your own “Wow your fans are on a roll, Sebastian.” you chuckled when he gave you a look as well “Ok, uhm Alright but (Y/n (Y/l/n) not finding her seat on that interview made me think like: 'Ma'am please use my face.' Wow now that's- that's the kind of tweets I had in mind. See, me not finding my seat on that interview had kind of became a meme and I'd laugh at it but this- this does give the whole situation a new kind of meaning.”
“Hold up a sec-” Sebastian spoke up, eyes narrowed “Is this person implying-”
“Because yes, I'd let her sit on my face.” you read the last part in addition “Not implying, he's stating it.” you shrugged slightly, chuckling a bit at how ridiculous and yet amusing this was. At first you thought it would get awkward with your crush sitting right next to you but right now you were beginning to think it was entertaining.
“I-” Sebastian pausing, eyes narrowing and jaw clenching in that way that distracted you for a couple seconds, before he turned to the camera “Is there a way to find someone's address through their tweets?”
“Pretty sure it could be possible yes.” his manager, who was also there behind the camera, shrugged.
“Oh my, don't encourage this!” you exclaimed, despite how adorable he looked grumpy and dare you think... jealous? Maybe, hopefully “It's just a tweet. Just read the next one, will you please?”
The man next to you huffed, eyes carefully following your motions as you placed the paper away – as if planning to snatch it later – before focusing back on his own “Alright, these are like in a list, one below the other but I'll just read it as I see it [someone mentions Sebastian Stan] Me: Caution. Slippery when wet.” another pause only because-
“Oh my- Yes!” you nearly exclaimed with a laugh “Yes, that's how it feels like! Wait, for a second there I sounded like Loki but-” you grinned, shrugging “I mean, it's true. Like, seriously- Same! And just imagine seeing him naked from up close, oh girl that's what I called a good morning.”
“Wait-” he looked at you with a raised eyebrow and you shrugged once more innocently, maybe a little too innocently to the point he could see you didn't mean it “What?”
“Long story which I will probably share first with the fans and then with you.” you winked and this time he narrowed his eyes playfully but you ignored it, or at least tried to “Is it just me or does seeing (Y/n) use that lasso in Infinity War make you think: 'Yes ma'am, tie me up and have your way with me' Is that a kink now? Cause it should be. I'm... flattered that me and the lasso of truth could do that? I don't know what to say, honestly.” you laughed, shaking your head and feeling the heat rise up in your cheeks.
“This is the same guy from before, isn't it?” Sebastian asked, nobody in particular, as he looked around at the cameras and crew “I just know it, you can't tell me otherwise. But-” he let a small breath, a smile on his lips that wasn't all that sweet and you knew that if the person that had written the tweet was standing there he would be dead just from the look on Sebastian's face “FYI: It's not as fun as you think my friend, it gets uncomfortable and the lasso is made out of a thick rope that leaves marks which last for uhm about four to five days. The makeup department didn't like that but luckily I wear mostly long-sleeved shirts and jackets so it's fine. Anyway, just sharing my personal experience on the matter seeing as you sadly won't ever get to live that dream out yourself.”
His shrug was anything but innocent to you and with a smile, not very open, but certainly far too smug for anyone to miss. You didn't want your heart to but that too was included, and it gave a skip in its beat when it felt the spark of hope within your chest. All you did was play coy and raise an eyebrow “What?”
“What?” Sebastian asked back casually and you blinked several times before he winked at you and turned back to looking through his bucket with a small smirk on his lips “My turn, let's see: Sebastian Stan is so lucky. He gets to touch Sebastian Stan's dick any time he wants. You guys are seriously-You're on a roll!” this time you both couldn't help your laughter, to the point you were wiping tears off your eyes.
“Man-” you sighed a little, a smile still on your lips as you both tried to calm down; but playing along with it you looked down at Sebastian and the up to his eyes, saying “Aren't you lucky Seb!” you nodded your head with a wishful look and it soon had you both erupting into a new feat of laughter.
“Well-” he tried to stay serious but his laughter gave it all away; he looked at the camera “See, it comes with the perks of being born in this body. And (Y/n) (Y/l/n) is the only one who gets a free pass on that, so I'm sorry you can't but uhm yeah, that's life.”
“I'm really really tempted to ask about that, and even more tempted to try it but-” you cleared your throat, pulling out a paper yourself and tried to focus “Heard (Y/n) (Y/l/n) has been doing some extra training lately for her new movie but she thinks none of it real fun. Why don't she use my-” you paused for a second there, trying to get the words out in between your laughter “Why don't she use my dick as a trampoline. 100% fun assured.” you didn't even know if your words were fully clear but you couldn't control it “Wow this I was probably not prepared for. Though I once came across a guy's tweet that went like 'Hey, (Y/n), if you're looking for a ride, zipper of my jeans is 24/7 open.' or something like that. This is a bit more creative I'll give them that.” you laughed a bit more when both of Sebastian's eyebrows shot up in surprise; you cleared your throat before continuing “I mean, I'll admit I like trampoline. Oh no, not that kind- Although, that kind is absolutely fine and fun and all too, but you kno-”
“Oh my goodness please stop. This-” he sighed, looking back at the camera “I had pictured many outcomes but this? This tops it all off easily.”
“Come on, you came here to read thirst tweets. Is me saying I'm good at trampoline or if you want a demonstration I'm always available, that off the realm of possible outcomes?” you asked, laughing wholeheartedly when his eyes widened and maybe taking a bit of extra pleasure in seeing the red color rise in his cheeks.
“That last one is not that bad.” he shrugged “Alright, I've got one last tweet let's see what twitter has to say about my- Oh it's not about it, alright.” he nodded his head “Someone: says something. Me: Yeah but have you seen Sebastian Stan's ass? I mean-”
“Hold up.” you spoke up before he could continue “Can you please get up?” you asked sweetly and he raised a curious eyebrow but he still got up. Without shame you took a good look at his ass before speaking “Alright, you can sit. See, every time someone mentions art, I must spend a couple seconds in silence admiring it.” you shrugged innocently, this time even members of the crew laughing apart from Sebastian himself “Everyone keeps mentioning America's ass and I'm like ok, it's fine, but have you seen this guy's? Work. Of. Art. I tell you.”
“Thank you, thank you! Finally someone said it, I mean-” Sebastian tried to hold back his laughter and shake his head with a heavy sigh “Everyone keeps talking about America's ass and while I do agree, it's hard to compete with that one, I'm equally sad nobody will give mine some love and attention!”
“I'll give it all the love it deserves, don't worry. People are just sleeping on it because oh if only you guys looked at it a bit more you would know just how good that ass looks with and without clothes!”
“Hey, yeah, you keep mentioning the naked part and I almost forgot-” he sounded actually surious as he turned to look at you “When did that happen?”
“When?” you blinked “Is that seriously what you're asking me? When?” you giggled and he grinned.
“Hey I'm just wondering in case I missed out on the best moment of my life or something. Besides-” he shrugged “I walk around my trail naked all the time on purpose and in hopes that you will just walk in at some point. I was hoping that when it happened we were more face to face than face to back, you know? Though I'm glad you appreciate the back view as well.” he was saying it as if it was the most casual thing in the world, and just because you knew him so well you had a hard time thinking it could only be a joke, unlike the rest of the people in the room who couldn't control their laughter.
“Yeah, I have a terrible habit of never knocking when I walk into a friend's place. Terrible indeed.”
“Eh depends on who you're asking.” Sebastian shrugged once more, smirking “I find it lovely.”
“Of course you would.” you muttered feeling your own face heat up “But for the sake of everyone in here, and to be able to give them a break from all these laughter, I think a slight change of topic would be nice. And I can happily say I am out of tweets to read. What about you?”
“Thankfully, for the both of us, yes I am done. Though it does beg the question-” he looked at you with a smirk “Did they discover your secret account about me?”
“No, no and it's a good thing. Because really, we wouldn't want everyone to know about all the spicy details concerning your front and rare view, as you call it.” you grinned “And, before you ask how, I'll tell you that's not a topic I'll talk about that easily. I will need the proper motivation to, first.” you giggled when he raised an interested eyebrow “All jokes aside, it's probably a really old account that I think I used when I was simply a fan and not an actress or part of the MCU and I didn't really use it to begin with.”
“That still doesn't mean I'm still not intrigued to find it myself.” Sebastian pointed out and you gave him a playful punch on the shoulder.
“You say they didn't discover your account but didn't say any of the tweets weren't yours, too.” it was barely half a second later, and in between Sebastian's laughter, but you heard the words crystal clear coming from your manager and you glared daggers at her.
“Oh my-” Sebastian's eyes widened “(Y/n)... is any of these tweets from your old account? Is there some dirty little secret in one of these that belongs in your past?”
“You know what belongs in my past? My manager and our friendship, that's what.” you gave her a look as she laughed before you shook your head “That's a question I refuse to answer.”
“You say that as if I am ever going to give up trying to get it out of you. And don't worry I have my ways, I can be pretty persuasive.”
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“Just check your twitter people for more info on Sebastian's front view then!”
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A/N: As always, love making interview fics, especially ones packed with flirting or innuendos so I am really happy to give you one again after so long! Would love to hear your opinion on it and even more if you’d like a continuation or another fic of the same kind, thirst fics of course, with another actor lemme know!
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Hi! I moved here cause I can’t get a lick of sense from the people on bird app. Idk how to feel about this shitshow that I just witnessed. I just remembered there were more reasons as to why that person was banned. That person initially harassed a member of 5up’s community in which the mod defended. So the group disliked the mod too and continued to shit on them privately and publicly.
Next, thirst tweets can be funny to some. But others find it really uncomfortable which is understandable. They have made suggestive remarks about the pink man and even steve before (that peeps overlooked) but it’s not like the cc themselves are bothered (?). So idk even anymore.
I’m don’t know if I’m making any sense. I’m sorry for the spam ;( This is just the first time I just felt genuinely anxious seeing all the things said about 5up so I word vomited here.
oh my god. i had an entire response done and tumblr just GLITCHED in my face WHY
hey anon, don’t worry about it!!! tbf, i feel pretty much the same. i think the situation as a whole is pretty frustrating to see, especially with how it blew out of proportion in every way possible. honestly, feel free to vent in my inbox whenever you want!
with that said, though,
(because this will be kinda long, i guess)
overnight, it became clear that the nsfw part of the issue is not really an issue, besides being the recurrent meme for this situation. i read from various people that 5up explicitly said that he didn’t have a problem with the nsfw tweets when discussing this with the mods, but that he took that decision based on the harassment, which. ok another can of worms. to me, the thing is... smart fandom behavior is to always push away the things that you don’t wanna see. so nsfw jokes/tweets might be not of your liking. what should you do? the correct answer is, unfollow/mute/block the people that make them, and in general every person that you wouldn’t wanna share the fandom with. that’s to me the only way you can genuinely enjoy fandom as intended lol. but there are cases in which we do not take the smartest option. and we somehow make this our problem, which is the most typical case of twitter entitlement, that reads like “you’ve posted something i don’t like. Prepare To Die.”
when i saw the tweet pictured above in the thread, i was like ooooooooooh so this is just. typical twitter drama. which already highlights the entire issue with this... this is just twitter drama. why is twitch involved? how did the person get banned in both of 5up’s channels? if it were for twitter drama, or this person tweeted something i don’t like!, i’m sure hundreds of people would be arbitrarily banned. so that’s why it’s handled differently on twitch. now, i don’t know jasfer, like i’ve never talked to the guy, but i’m familiar with him. as someone who’s been a fan of 5up for like a year now, i know he’s been here from the start and he’s also a beloved chat member and person in the twitter portion of the fandom. it feels like insult to injury because it wasn’t that jasfer had a bad reputation in 5up’s chat or a bad relationship with most people in it. it’s just... such shitty luck on their part tbh lol
imagine if it were anybody else, like, two randoms on twitter. the best outcome to that would probably be an eventual block on both sides so they just stop talking about it all the time, right? except that this didn’t happen here because one of them happened to be a mod for a chat that the other person frequented. i think by now you know i don’t agree with the decision at all, then.
thing is, i can understand everyone’s sides and empathize with everyone. i understand why 5up stood up by his mods, i understand why the mod was anxious/felt targeted and resorted to this option, i understand jasfer’s anger/sadness from the outcome of the situation. but i’d still side with jasfer, nonetheless, because he’s the only one with no power here. the most that he can do is bring attention to what happened, but he can’t unban himself, or return in other account and expect everything to go well, etc. and it’s like, urgh. like if i was on their place i would be genuinely devastated lol.
now, i could be talking completely out of my ass, right? because i don’t know what really happened. maybe jasfer genuinely did incredibly shitty things and corralled the mod team and 5up into taking that drastic decision. but that’s just another part of the whole twitter drama of it all, isn’t it? see, when i was more active in twitter (in another fandom), if you didn’t like someone/something you’d talk shit about them in your rant. that’s how it went, and everybody did the same. in that part, i can understand how things grew out of proportion, but again, does anyone know what really happened besides the mods and jasfer? not really. and it’s hard to take a real stance because the whole thing happened on private twitter accounts. which yet again highlights how bad of a decision banning jasfer from both 5up twitch channels was, because, how are we ever gonna know if it was deserved? jasfer didn’t do anything wrong in chat, which is what should matter. and if the so called harassment (that we have to take 5up’s word for it!) happened in private rant accounts... is. is it really harassment? or like, was it just a case of people being (understandably) reactionary and doing what everyone else usually does in twitter dot com?
and the fact that the mod liked this tweet afterwards... isn’t that just incredibly petty? celebrating a personal victory after banning someone that has no say in the matter? jasfer said they tried contacting 5up through discord, and only made the thread days later because they never got a response. so it’s clear that 5up (understandably!) took their mods’ side and was loyal to them, but it came at the cost of what could’ve been a smarter, better decision for everyone involved. but now, because jasfer was left with no tools other than bring attention to his side of the story, twitter blew it out of proportion and everyone is very kindly sending dead threats to everybody involved.
sigh. it’s just... a big mix of terrible luck and bad choices. i usually agree with 5up when it comes to twitter stuff, but making it seem like he’s going against everyone is ignoring the fact that some twitter drama should’ve never made it to his twitch channel(s) anyways, and that a better decision should’ve been taken. now it’s just the worst of both worlds and no one got anything good out of it. like, arguably, the mod got what they wanted, but also got multiple death threats too. i doubt there’s any chance of jasfer ever coming back to 5up’s chat, at least not in the way it was before. because of the twitter thread including sapnap and this being a bad decision in general, a bigger audience now regards 5up badly and this will probably be a passing mention in the eventual cancelling 5up thread when twitter gets boring enough. like, meh. it’s just a mess to watch and it’s just depressing from every angle.
#answered#5up#getting banned from 5up's chat though... don't threaten me with a good time#(i keep dropping hints i hate 5up's chat)#don't show in the tag.... that's fine...... :(
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His Shirt: A Sam Corlett Imagine
Request from @caliban-is-my-girl: Heyo! I really liked your last caliban x reader😍 Do you take requests?;) I'm like all for his shirtlessness (if that's even a word ) after michelle gomez' last video post on insta😁 What do you think of an x reader where sam and y/n life together during quarantine and he always walks around shirtless to impress her?😂 You don't have to do it of course😆 Stay healthy Love
Okay, so this is my first Sam imagine! I know the gif is Caliban, but it’s gonna make sense once you start reading! Stay safe and stay well everyone! Hope this is okay for you lovely, and enjoy x
It seemed like years since the third part of Chilling Adventures of Sabrina had aired and the world had been introduced to Sam Corlett. It seemed like years since he had strolled onto the screen, hand brushing his hair out of his face, a Jim Morrison-style shirt billowing in the wind, revealing what had become the subject of thirst tweets, fan fiction, or whatever the wacky (and wonderful) world of the Internet decided to conjure up. In reality, it had only been three months, but that was the effects of quarantine for you.
You hadn’t been surprised at the reaction to Sam’s physique, nor his personality, knowing him to be the loveliest human you had ever met. You were completely aware of just how lucky you were that you could call him your boyfriend, and that you got to see more than Netflix had to offer. Unfortunately for you, Sam knew this too, and often liked to tease you with it, laughing every time a blush rose to your cheeks, the temperature suddenly heightening.
Three months since Sam Corlett had been introduced to the world, and now here you were, in quarantine with him.
There were worse ways to spend the apocalypse.
Sydney was beautiful, and Sam’s house was no exception. With a balcony view that looked down onto the city, the sun shining, it was the perfect place to sit and read a book, bathing in the morning sunlight. You stretched out on the sun lounger, nose buried in the pages, just happy to have a break from the chaos that was 2020. You’d left Sam in bed, letting him lie in after many mornings of getting up early. You’d told him he needed a break and he’d refused several times. You guessed sleep had finally defeated him.
Not for long, apparently.
A shadow crossed your face as Sam stood in front of you wearing a tired grin. You fidgeted in your seat, eyes glancing to his chest (bare, as expected), before shuffling over to make room for him. He sat down next to you, his legs tangled with yours, an arm slung over your shoulders.
“Good morning,” he kissed your head as you snuggled into him, abandoning your book. This moment right now was far better than anything a fantasy land had to offer.
“You could put a shirt on, you know.”
“And why would I do that? You seem more than happy to wear them yourself.”
You smiled, closing your eyes as you lost yourself in him. That familiar blush rose to your cheeks, the heat on your skin different from the one that the sunlight provided. It was true, you were wearing one of Sam’s shirts, finding it far more comfortable than any of your own pyjamas. Not to mention, it smelled like him, his scent lingering on your skin, comforting you when you were alone.
“You have more than one.”
It was a conversation you’d had more than once; never escalating into an argument, just a pleasant debate between two people who loved each other beyond words. Wearing his shirt was the only way you felt like you could get your own back for him constantly walking around the house shirtless, knowing that there was something about you in his clothes that made his heart warm. He had told you often enough, lying in bed, staring at each other, talking about everything and nothing in your own little bubble, cut off from the rest of the world.
“Shh, don’t tell the Internet that.”
You laughed at that, and felt his chest vibrate as he laughed back. You always liked to make fun of his fame, your relationship being built on wind-ups and mockery. He may have been able to tease you with your reactions to his physique, but you always gave back as good as you got. It was one of the reasons Sam was so in love with you. You tilted your head, placing a chaste kiss on his skin before you spoke.
“I don’t know, I reckon they might be impressed.”
“There’s only one person I’m trying to impress.”
You looked up at him then, searching his eyes as his voice softened, love and adoration lacing every word. His fingers rested under your chin as he leaned in to kiss you, lips lazy as the last remains of sleep clung onto both of you. You sighed as you broke apart, never quite getting used to him, knowing you never would.
“You should give her a call. What’s her name?” You continued to joke, meeting his own smile at your words.
“I think it’s Y/N, something like that.”
“Huh, pretty.”
“Yeah, she’s beautiful.”
There was that blush again, that heat that rose up from your toes to your chest to your face, spreading all over your body. There was silence for a moment, a stillness as you lay with the man you loved. Reaching over for your phone, you checked the time, not quite sure why as there wasn’t really anything you could do given the circumstances. But still you hopped up, ready to start another day of quarantine.
“Right, I need to go and get dressed.”
“Hmm, maybe put on one of your own shirts while you’re there.”
“Does that mean you’ll wear it instead?”
Sam stood, the sun behind him illuminating his figure in a golden haze. He inched over to you, nose brushing yours as he spoke.
“I told you, I’m trying to impress you.”
You kissed his cheek.
“You already do that. Every day.”
He kissed you again, slowly and gently, the heat embracing you both in your perfect little moment. So far, quarantine hadn’t been the best thing to have to go through, but as long as you were with Sam, it would only get easier.
Everything was easy with him.
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TWtaH Notes
I’m finally free. It took three years and nearly 150k words, but I’m finally done. I can’t believe it.
It started off as a simple idea and a simple premise: a chef!reader who, while knife sharpening, catches Hanzo’s attention. It then evolved into a full-fledged fic with a plot and plot twists. Originally, it was supposed to be around 10 chapters long, but then it grew out of control over the years as I tried to figure out how to end what I started.
In addition to being a redemption fic, this was also an information dump fic. Since this is the very first slowburn I have ever finished and I have the feeling I won’t have much opportunity to do the same ever again--I don’t think any other fandom would give me the ability to showcase all these tidbits like Overwatch does--I literally threw as much knowledge as I could reasonably incorporate as possible.
About plot changes:
Most of the original plot points survived the writing process, some minor ones didn’t for plot related reasons, so this surprisingly went better than I thought it would.
There was supposed to be another scene where Chef faced off against Reaper in chapter 20 or so, but upon reassessing Reaper’s character, I decided he wouldn’t do that, especially not against civilians or put himself in harm’s way just to say something to Chef. He wouldn’t even say anything to his family in the comics, what makes anyone think he’d do anything to someone he had even less of a personal relationship with?
There were supposed to be more scenes about Chef’s fencing, but I couldn’t fit it in and it ended up being a one-trick pony plot device. It wasn’t supposed to be that way, but that’s how it turned out. There was supposed to be a scene where Chef fights back against Talon during their infiltration of the Watchpoint.
There were points where Hanzo himself talked his way out of situations and forced me to change the plot. In the kitchen when he first meets Chef face-to-face, he wasn’t supposed to get the chef to forgive him which is the biggest plot deviation I’ve had and it forced me to reconsider large sections of the story. Honestly, I think it’s for the better though because I was really at a loss as to how to progress the original plot under those conditions.
I also wanted to emphasize that when Chef left, there was increased tension between the members. There was little commonality joining them all together except for the fact they all needed to eat. In order for some parties to work, you have to have your support characters, and in that case, it’d be Chef. But I seem to have bumbled through that bit and made it less impactful so if I ever got a chance to rewrite this, I’d probably stress this bit more.
Symmetra was supposed to have a much bigger role in this, somehow she fell to the wayside with that one plot change in the kitchen I mentioned before. On the flipside, Ana and McCree got a way bigger role than expected.
One of the biggest plot changes was Hanzo hating peppers. Originally he was supposed to hate onions but I thought there was way too much onion in Japanese cuisine to omit them, so I thought of something that would seem more ‘childish’.
To be fair, I also don’t really like peppers all that much either. But I sure as hell love onions.
The proposal with the miso soup at the end, the plot twist where the chefs are the real treasure, and some other minor details have been there since the beginning of the idea’s conception. Things like Reaper trading Overwatch’s life for the tamale, the name of the restaurant, and Hanzo’s fight with Genji only came after the fic was being written.
Real life:
Covid really took its toll on me since a lot of this fic revolved around food, tasting it, experiencing it, making it, etc. I lost a good portion of my taste and smell, and it’s not back 100% even months later, so a lot of what I begin to describe after a certain point is just based on memory. If a pre-pandemic world, I would have been running around the city, sampling foods and writing down my impressions, but with things as they were, it didn’t pan out that way.
I tried to stuff as many of my favorite foods (and not so favorite foods) here as much as possible. There were a lot of foods I omitted because there’s only so much I could fit in here. A companion compilation fic of the Overwatch characters eating their favorite foods or just eating food in general made by Chef sounds really appealing right now.
May, June, and July made me really want to expand the story and include things in the fic that would turn it ‘problematic’ or at least morally ambiguous. If I did that, this fic would never be finished.
Characterization and development:
Junkrat and Roadhog are much more docile in this story than I would have headcanoned them simply because food security is life-changing. I really liked the idea of Roadhog using his farming skills and being less homicidal with the right environment. They both know food is sacred.
Argus 20 is in reference to Argus Panoptes, the all-seeing many eyed giant from greek mythology. The 20 comes from “hindsight is 20-20” (but now 2020 has a very different connotation and I’m thinking it’s pretty fitting). The reason for this is because she oversaw a lot of what was happening especially in the front of house. It’s not mentioned in the story, but she oversaw things like purchasing the restaurant, setting up the dummy accounts, organizing and obfuscating the donations, etc.
In case there was any confusion, ‘Tanuja Deshmukh Singh’ is Asim’s deadname. When he left Overwatch and became Asim Singh, his family disowned him. He was then free to live as himself, but he never discarded his last name because he still wanted to be connected to his family in some vague way no matter how much they disliked or denied his existence.
Head Chef Richard has been in jail. His backstory is basically after firing his staff to protect them from the fall out, he basically told the press he fired them for insubordination and took the fall for the kitchens and got quietly arrested. He was sent to the same prison that Chef would end up at. He’s not a very honest man, I don’t think, but he’s a character who was molded by the story and its needs rather than being a pre-established OC.
I kind of wanted to write the fic in a way where Argus and Asim weren’t bad guys but people who were forced to make difficult decisions because of the position they were put in by Chef and by Talon. Cause, you know, sometimes you do things to hurt people without realizing it.
I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to push another ship in the background. If you see hints of different pairings here and there, you may be seeing it right because I kept flip-flopping between chapters as to whether I wanted to or not, and if I decided I did, I kept changing the pairings.
Hanzo. Where do I even start with this guy? I had a really tough time trying to stick to one interpretation of his character. I kept reading other fics and going, “Yeah. Yeah! I want that!” But then it just became a huge mish-mash of characterizations until I wasn’t sure who he was anymore. But I clung onto the thought of “he’s the first son of an Asian household dealing with his spoiled brother” to help get me through it. It reminds me of that tweet that goes, “You think you can hurt me? I’m the eldest daughter in an asian family.” It was so relatable. Channeling eldest sibling in asian family vibes.
Chef. It was so hard. It was so damn hard writing a faceless character for so many words. I can usually do it in a one-shot because I can get away with not mentioning stuff, but in a slowburn?? It’s so difficult. Multiple times I had to stop myself or revise things because there were characters talking about Chef and I didn’t want to make the dialogue unnatural by saying ‘chef’ ‘chef’ over and over again. There were other moments like Soldier carrying Chef out of the Cellar and I was like: “What if the reader is taller than Soldier?!” It was a struggle. The other struggle was characterization. There were so many in-story stressful moments that I wanted Chef to start crying at but the timing of it was so frequent that I had to nix most of them or risk making Chef unrelatable.
lol i’ve made several pseudo-cameos in the story because I’m shameless.
Miscellaneous:
Man, my style changed so many times throughout the story. At some point I ended up writing outlines made solely of dialogue and wrote the story around it. It was oddly distressing when I realized my words wouldn’t come out like they used to.
This fic has seen me through a ridiculous amount of crap. I kind of wished I kept a journal or something because these past three years have been nuts.
After this, I’ll probably retire from writing Overwatch and then go into my usual writing hibernation that spans about 4 years before I reemerge with an unquenchable thirst for something stupid.
In my nearly 20 years of writing fanfic, this is the first slowburn I’ve ever completed. To be fair, the last time I even tried was like...over 10 years ago when mediaminer was still a thing and didn’t ban CYOAs.
This was also the longest single fic I’ve ever written. I have wirtten 200k in a year before but never for any single thing.
God, this was hard. I partially did it to prove that you don’t need to use placeholders like ‘Y/N’ and stuff like that and it was possible to write a slowburn with gender neutral stuff, but I had to cheat a bit. But it’s done.
I’ve worked in the restaurant business for a few years but not as a chef. It wasn’t even high-end either. I wanted to talk about the work conditions because it’s pretty tough in the kitchens and the amount of drugs and vices people turn to and the conditions in which people come to work is nuts.
I wanted to cover a lot of controversial topics to see if I could but it just didn’t fit in the story. I wanted to tap into things like social justice, racism, prejudices, political landscapes, and so on. Even within Overwatch, I’d imagine there’s a lot of tensions stemming from just basic ideologies. I wanted to see if I could write about both (or more) sides of challenging arguments and still remove the author’s opinions from the story, but I’d imagine that’ll bring its own complications. Last thing I wanted was to start a fight in the comments or something.
I almost made the crew travel to Asia with implications of a changed geo-political sphere from today. Like...the status of Taiwan would’ve been interesting to touch upon, but I didn’t feel like I had the knowledge to expand on it enough.
Almost every waking of my life, I have thought or worked on this fic. During meetings, during conferences, during client calls, while I’m on public transportation, in different countries. I don’t know what to do with myself now.
Anyway, if you have any questions or anything or just want to shout at me, inbox is open.. For now I’m just going to lament over the fact that Genshin Impact gives me motion sickness and I can’t play despite working so hard to roll Mona.
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Three Days ~ 65
~*~Sebastian~*~
I turned back toward the others. Sam was looking at me, "You're hopeless."
I looked around, hoping she was looking at someone else, "What? Why?"
"Three weeks ago with the good luck kisses and Reese Cups you were ridiculous. This week... hopeless. You're a big soft squishy marshmallow of a boyfriend. I expected more."
I went for a confused look, "Do we know each other well enough for you to ride my ass like this?"
She smiled, "Apparently."
I held up a finger in Scott's direction before he could say anything. Everyone laughed.
We talked, laughed, and drank until the ref blew the whistle. Like earlier I was between Sam and Mallory. Sam leaned closer, "Too far?"
I knew she was referring to her teasing after Emma left. "Oh hell no, perfect." I sat back enough to include Mallory. "Thank you. I'm much more comfortable in front of five hundred people than in a small group. Expectations are different. You fucking with me lets new people know I’m just a guy here to watch his girlfriend play volleyball."
Sam looked at Mallory, "See, hopeless."
Mallory smiled, "Yeah, but cute as hell."
“Am I imagining the southern accent? It comes and goes.” I looked between the two of them and they indicated I wasn’t imagining. “Southern accents are trouble.” I shook my head, took a drink of my beer, and watched them win the first set.
Emma ran over, "Hungry. Would you order me something, please?"
I gave her a thumbs up and I had plates of appetizers ready when they got to the table. After losing. I slid off the stool, giving it to Emma, standing behind and to the side. I reached around her to eat while my other hand kept in contact with her. Touching her back. A slide across her shoulders. Anything for the contact. When Emma was finished eating, she leaned back, using me as a backrest. I leaned in and kissed her temple, my hidden hand on her hip.
I can't explain my want for contact. Before we met, before I saw her, before I heard her voice, I knew the feel of her touch. Her hand on my arm. Since that first touch, I've always wanted it. Maybe it's because touch was the first thing I knew. Like if the first thing you're attracted to is someone's smile you always remember the first one and want to see it again. I've never been touch hungry like this. I don't mind, kind of like it actually, and I'm not all in trying to overthink the why. It's just different. Hopefully, the relationship outcome will be different too.
Mallory's voice saying, "Barbie Bitches at ten o'clock," drew me out of my thoughts.
Emma said, "They're really not that bad."
Mallory snorted, "Yes, yes, they are."
There was a group of five heading our way. Three women and two men. I'm going to go ahead and guess the bleached blondes are the Barbie Bitches. There is a natural blonde in the group, so I could be wrong. The men were lagging a little behind. The one with short black hair had a full beard and the other had shoulder-length brown hair with a couple of days growth of beard. I don't feel jealous or insecure, but I am aware these are men she knows. Possessive. Protective. Proud. Definitely wanting to mark my territory, I guess her using me as a pillow does that. If she sits up I may have to kiss her. Tragic.
One of the guys recognized me first. He elbowed the other and nodded. I went on talking with Nick about the best flavors for chicken wings. I’m partial to teriyaki. Hot sauces aren't for me. I like flavor over burning the shit out of my mouth.
The five reached the table, hugs and handshakes for those nearby. Emma leaned forward and the hand I had on her hip magically moved to her shoulder when other eyes locked on me. Beside me, I heard Sam mumble, "Hopeless."
I looked at Sam and laughed, giving her a silent thank you. I realize someone in my line of work not liking to be the center of attention seems strange. Work and personal are different. Meeting her friends is personal, but the first minutes when they're recognizing work me is uncomfortable. I wish it wasn't. I don't like it.
Emma did the introductions, "This is my boyfriend Sebastian." I do like how she gives me a title. It feels like a diversion, setting an expectation. There's no question who I am. I'm not Sebastian with a dangling "the actor." I’m Sebastian "the boyfriend." That makes me uncomfortable too but in a much more fun way. She pointed as she gave names. "Justin, Caleb, Rose, Tammy, and Toni."
There was no way in hell Toni and Tammy weren't the Barbie Bitches. I was right about the hair too. I waved, "Hi, nice to meet you. Everybody work with Emma? Teachers?"
They told me what they taught. Toni and Tammy are English, Rose is Physics, Caleb is History, and Justin teaches programming and robotics. I looked at Rose, "I got a zero on my physics final." They laughed and I shrugged. "In my defense, of the eight seniors, the highest grade was a fifteen."
"You had a shitty teacher."
I widened my eyes and nodded in agreement, “Yeah, he gave us shit about the scores. I told him they said more about him than us. Finals were over, I didn't care."
Everyone started sharing stories from being a student or things students had done. Turned into a competition between the high school and elementary teachers for the most inappropriate comments and behaviors. High school was funny because they knew what they were doing, elementary because they didn't. I felt embarrassed for the mom who got the call her vibrator had made it to show and tell.
The game going on behind us was in the last set. Emma took off for the bathroom. When she came back, she went to the middle of the high school teachers, thanking them for coming. She was a good hostess.
Toni glanced at me before turning to Emma, "Are we really supposed to pretend he's not Sebastian Stan?"
Several things happened all at once. On one side of me, Samantha said, "Yes." On the other side, Mallory groaned. In front of me to the right, Tammy nodded her agreement with Toni. A little to the left, Emma said, "No."
Guess who I want to hear more from?
"You don't have to pretend you don't know who he is. But first and foremost, he's a person, so we're not going to talk about him like he's not right there." Emma looked at me with a smile. I was uncomfortable again. However, her protectiveness is hot.
Tami grimaced, "Sorry."
Emma hugged her to soothe the rebuke, "He scrambles my brain sometimes too."
I want to scramble more than her brains right now.
Tami looked at me as Emma headed around the table. "I'm sorry, Sebastian."
I waved away the apology, "You can ask me anything you want about work when they're warming up. The rest of the time I'm here to watch my girlfriend play."
It was Justin who did the fist pump, "Yes!"
I laughed.
Caleb faked a cough, "Fanboy."
"And not ashamed."
I had a fan. Sweet.
I'd taken Emma's seat when she left. When I started to get up she shook her head. She stood right up on me, laying her hand on my thigh. I lifted my arm over her, my hand landing on her ass, and my fingers going under the leg of her shorts to run my fingertips along the curve of her ass. My other hand, which was already under the table, moved her hand from my thigh to my crotch. I never stopped talking with Dawn. Beside me, Sam turned her back to me and leaned against the table, blocking anyone else from seeing. She’s definitely my favorite.
I was torn when the other game was over. I would miss our under the table fun, but the sooner the game was over the sooner we could go home.
Jeff walked around the table, heading toward the court. He pointed at me, "Your last good luck kiss sucked. Do better."
I jumped off the stool, grabbed Emma, dipped her low, and kissed her slow and deep. It felt very good. Reluctantly, I set her back on her feet. I looked at Jeff with my eyebrows raised.
Jeff grabbed Emma's arm and pulled her toward the court. "Much better. Thank you."
I turned back to the table to find all eyes on me. I shrugged with my hands up, "Taking one for the team." I took my spot back on the stool.
Justin leaned onto the table, "I have questions about stunts and drone shots." That conversation went on for a while. I could talk all day about that shit because it’s not directly me.
Toni wanted to know about Evans. Nia asked about gossip sites.
"I don't go there. Anybody can pretend to know anything and people will believe it if they want to. Even random guesses are going to be right sometimes. A friend had something real show up. It's best to ignore it. It'll go away with the next scandal. A lawsuit confirms and calls more attention." I could tell Rose had a question, "Go ahead."
She smiled, "Fanfiction."
I returned the smile, "What about it?"
"Love it? Hate it? Any favorites?"
I finished the last of my beer, considering how honest to be. I went all in. "I'm human. I got curious. For about a week. It doesn’t bother me. If a character I brought to life feeds someone's creativity I’m flattered. There are good stories and good writers out there. One of those could write a script, hell, for all we know someone who won an Oscar used to write fanfic."
"Real person stuff?"
I bobbed my head back and forth while looking at Dawn. "Still fiction and no more me than Bucky is. The imagination and amount of time spent on me is still flattering. All that's a step away. Now, the thirst tweets. Those are the things I wonder if people realize I see that. Fanfic is about an imagined version of me. Tweets and comments on Instagram are directed to me."
Caleb jumped in, "I bet you get the same things live at photo ops and shit though."
I nodded, "Some people lack boundaries."
Cindy said, "You looked uncomfortable reading those thirst tweets."
"Sort of." I laughed, "I wasn't embarrassed by content, just reading them out loud."
There were a few more questions before the whistle blew for the start of the game. I said, "Boyfriend time" and turned around.
It was another nail biter of a game. They lost the second set. All of us were screaming and clapping. It was a lot of fun. I liked this, being the spectator while hanging with her friends. I’ve always liked going to things and being the support person for friends. Fuck knows I’ve asked that from them enough. What I didn’t like was that this place didn't have Reese cups and the deck was too high for a between set kiss. Piece of shit dive bar.
They won the final set with a rejected spike by Becky and Nick. The team jumped in the air and hugged. So did Sam, Mallory, Scott, and I. I moved out of the middle to get to her first. In my head, I could hear Sam calling me hopeless.
I walked toward the opening to the court and met them, handing out words of praise. Emma stepped onto the deck and crossed the short distance into my arms. I kissed her head, "You did good."
"Thank you." She left my arms, kissed me, and took my hand. "It was a fun game. And I didn’t hurt myself."
We headed back to the table talking about plays and laughing. Emma sat down and pulled a beer from the bucket. I leaned my elbows on the counter behind me between Emma and Mallory, stretching out my back to reverse the hunching over during the game. I watched her profile as she talked with her friends. I could stand here looking at her all night. It didn't take long before I saw her energy drain away. Her smile shrank and her eyes lost their sparkle. I stood up, tucked a piece of hair that had escaped her ponytail, behind her ear, and waited until she turned her head like I knew she would. "You're tired." Not a question. She nodded. I turned to Mallory, "You ready?"
"Anytime."
I put Emma's bag on my shoulder. Emma stood up, "We're heading out."
Several other people said they were too. It wasn't late, but it was a weeknight.
I waited while they hugged their goodbyes. Mallory was back to me first. I slung my arm around her shoulder, "She's like a hostess saying good night to her guests."
Emma heard me and smiled. She joined us and I put my arm around her too. "Nice to meet everybody. I’m sure we'll do this again. Have a good night."
The three of us walked around the building to the CRV. I put in the code, opening the passenger and rear door, closing it behind them. I could see Mallory put a hand on Emma's arm and while I could tell they were talking I couldn't hear them. I walked a little slower around to the driver's side.
They didn't stop when I got in. Mallory was telling Emma about the questions during warm-up. When I turned to back out, Emma looked at me, "I'm sorry you were uncomfortable."
I smiled, "It was fine."
Emma's hand went to the back of neck, "I don't like you being uncomfortable. My friends making you feel that way."
"I don't enjoy it either, but it's part of being with you. You get my fans and a lot of other bullshit. I get your friends. I got less uncomfortable as they got used to me." I took her hand from my neck, kissing it before laying our joined hands on my leg. "I did like you going protective. You handled it well."
Emma barked a short laugh, "I wasn't ok with them objectifying you."
Mallory added, "I call them Barbie Bitches for a reason."
I laughed, “I’ve survived worse.” Emma leaned over and kissed my cheek. “See, all worth it.”
“Emma, you know they’ve sent out shit. Your room is going to be Grand Central tomorrow.”
Emma sighed. I thought to say something but wanted to hear from her first. I wasn’t surprised by her response. “You can stay at home if you want.”
“Without you?”
“Yeah, I have to get packed up but you don’t have to go.”
“Nope.” It was never an option. “What sort of an asshole would I be if I’m not willing to deal with your co-workers dropping by your classroom. I promise you what you’re going to have to deal with will be much worse.”
“I get that, but to be fair, there’s not been much fall out from your fans.”
From the back seat I heard, “There will be. Probably is, but you don’t have an online presence to know.”
I nodded backward, “What she said.”
“I don’t know how your fans react to girlfriends, but I was a huge One Direction fan. Fans were brutal to their girlfriends. One released a cookbook and they left shitty reviews bringing her rating down on Amazon. Death threats to one if they broke his heart. They went all the way back in their social media and dug up shit. Hopefully, your fans are older.”
“Not always.” I guess this is when we’re going to talk about this. Maybe having a friend who’d been a fan would be helpful. “I won’t say fans cause breakups, but they don’t help. It’s complicated. There’s more nice than ugly, but a lot of time the ugly is really ugly. Like you said, trashing her career, her cookbook because of who she’s dating. Girlfriends don’t always react well. Friends don’t always react well. The men, me, don’t always react well. I’m good at hiding when I don’t want to be seen, but I don’t understand people who can hide whole relationships for years. Hell, we’ve already been spotted having lunch. Two weeks in. I don’t know what the right answer is, because I haven’t found it.”
Emma jumped in, "On the plane home I went looking around. There is a blog with all your relationships. Chronologically."
I'm sure I looked horrified. Because I was. "I don't want to know that. I don't want you to know that."
Emma grimaced and shook her head. "I didn't read any relationship stuff. I'd have to give you my high school and college diaries to equalize the invasiveness." She faked a shudder and Mallory laughed. Emma continued, "I was looking for fan reaction. There were links to Instagram posts, Twitter threads, and other blog posts. They have lots of opinions."
"Yeah, I know."
"You can't win." She pointed at herself, "Neither can I."
She’s not telling me anything I don’t already know. "And you're still here. Are you crazy?" This was a legitimate question.
Emma reached over to play in my hair again, "Only about you. I'm going to focus on what I can do something about. You and I. I'm too curious to not look, and I can't promise it won't get to me, but at the end of the day I get you." She leaned across the console and I met her for a kiss. "Also going to keep my shit on private."
Mallory spoke again, “I know it’s totally none of my business.”
I interjected, “Wouldn’t be discussing in front of you if we weren’t ok with your opinion. Sometimes outside opinions see things better. Especially if you watched a fan meltdown before. Thank fuck I’m not in One Direction.”
“Can you sing?”
“Not in a way anyone wants to pay to hear. Maybe a charity karaoke or something.” I liked injecting laughter into a not funny conversation. I worried about this. I worried about Emma get drug through shit.
“I think you have to find a balance. You can’t do something because of fans, but you can’t avoid things either. Fans don’t react well to being kept in the dark, but they are quick to be pissed by baiting or what they think is rubbing their face in something.” She put her hand on her chest, “For me, and remember I was seventeen, I didn’t care about casual dates or whatever, but if it was serious and they were being spotted everywhere it was different. Then it becomes fans creating their own stories if they don’t have the real thing. Some fans got pissed when they could see what was going on, but being told nothing was going on. Felt like they were being lied to or treated like crazy fans. Again, with balance. How much are you ok with revealing versus how much fiction is tolerable. Emma’s right. You can’t win.”
I waited until we got to a stoplight and turned to look at Mallory, “Now, you’ve given me things to think about.”
Mallory shrugged, “I think you play to the sane stable fans. The others are going to create chaos no matter what.”
“Ummm.” I was full of thoughts.
Emma chuckled, “Will you be filling me in on these thoughts.”
“When I’m done overthinking and sorting through them.”
They went back to talking and I tried to leave all the thoughts behind. They needed to simmer. I’d look at them later. When we reached Mallory’s place I jumped out and ran around to the other side of the car. I pulled Mallory into a hug. Initially, she tensed and I was afraid I’d entered unwanted affection territory, but she quickly relaxed and hugged me back. I’d just surprised her. “Thank you for everything. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Emma was smirking when I got back in, “What?”
“I think you get comfortable with people before they’ve totally adapted to you.”
I knew what she meant. “I hug too quick.”
“No, no, no. Not too quick. It’s just fun to watch the reaction because getting used to talking to you is very different than being in your arms. You up close is better looking than you a few feet away. Your blue eyes. And your arms and chest feel . . . mmm.” She shimmied in the seat, “So good.”
“That may be just you.”
She started laughing. Hard. “I don’t think you believe that.”
She was right. I started laughing with her, “I do know I can cause a reaction. Not gonna lie, it’s fun.”
“I can’t wait to see you with a group of fans..”
“It’s a mind fuck. Prepare to deflate my ego. I can get a little out of hand after events.”
“Really?”
I nodded, “Part of why I take friends with me when I can. Hours of screaming, crying, and shaking fans. Being told your gorgeous and they love you. The stories about what something I’ve done has meant to them. It’s all pretty heady shit.”
“Plus all the hugs and inappropriate comments from beautiful women.”
Well, I walked myself into this. Luckily, I could tell she was teasing me and not taking it seriously. “You know how visual I am.”
“You just bring all that pent-up sexual energy home to me and we’ll work it off.” She patted my thigh. “And if you’re getting too cocky we’ll go to a Pearl Jam concert and you can feel the love rolling off fifty thousand plus people all at once.”
Comparatively, I ain’t shit.
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Celebrity Crush
@shaonharryandpannisim and for anyone who wants to listen :)
TL DR; Of course it’s normal to have celebrity crushes and more than often it’s exactly what you said - admiration + healthy dose of ‘I will watch this project ‘cause they’re in it.’ BUT the other side is so toxic that it has permanently turned me off from having celeb crushes in general.
Crush /krəSH/
noun
(informal) a brief but intense infatuation for someone, especially someone unattainable or inappropriate.
Warning: The following is completely my opinion and please continue having your healthy crushes. It’s mostly why I don’t crush. Thanks to coming for my biased TED talk in advance.
I will be chiefly discussing Barun Sobti and Adam Driver.
First Contact w/ Unhealthy Fandom
The first time I saw a man and went WOW that’s one really good looking person was Barun Sobti as Arnav Singh Raizada - ok he did look like a little baby for the first few episodes but then he does this backward glance while walking away from his love interest and I felt the intensity of the gaze. And of course, that’s the goal of the whole scene.
So I jumped into the fandom, truly ready to discuss about how amazing he is BUT BUT BUT there were some very weird people out there. Like complete creeps to be honest.
- The people who thought that Barun Sobti should have a ‘better’ wife. Like she isn’t “enough” or some shit like that.
- People who think that he and Sanaya (his co star of IPKKND) are married / should be married / are having an affair - crap like that. Like people who can’t differentiate between Arnav Singh Raizada and Barun Sobti.
- People who think that because they see him on their screens all day, they typically own aspects of his life and are offended by his choice of privacy. So they can pass opinions, think they are a better match for him or that he should be working on all projects solely with Sanaya? (I wanna see them back but please - not this way!)
Maybe I was searching the wrong places all the time but it’s so difficult to communicate wholesome admiration. I, never ever, want to hug/kiss/physically get close or even meet him ‘cause I’m a weird person (lol) and genuinely I’d always like to meet Sobti in the capacity of a friend / respectful fan than anything else.
So I thought this was an issue that only was there with Sobti *cue lol hah*, no it just gets amplified with the bigger someone’s star status is.
Fans Who Can Be Batshit Crazy
*enters* Adam Driver.
Okay, I can wax out fifteen hundred poetries for this man because I am in love with his talent, dedication, skill and yes he does look amazing. In a lot of places he’s called the ‘sex symbol’ of the millennium and I would agree!
He’s a bloody good actor - I’d spend any amount of money to watch him. But like apart from worshipping his talent and being in awe of his physicality and thinking that the Lord took his time to make this man - yup, ends right about there. Do I imagine to be his wife or even have him physically close to me *ew no*? No.
People who comment on the actor’s partner, their children, etc. I once found a weird comment where a person asked how would their child find their father/mother intensely attractive and having a great chemistry with someone else?
Oh God... let’s not even begin there! For a child the parent is always the parent - ideally a lovable, protective, figure. Even if the parent is Hercules!
Also Adam played a character who was sexually very, very active and there’s a bunch of people who CANNOT differentiate between him and his character.
Again, some people who think they own him or can pass judgements on his personal life just because they see him in their screens all the time.
The Good Fans
I won’t go into majority or minority because of course I don’t have any statistics! But then here’s a section of amazing and fantastic fans who have an infatuation and are very aware of everything and in fact laugh it off and don’t assume a sort of right over their choice of actor!
So it is a bunch of people who are like “yum Driver is delicious!” or like “eyes, eyes Sobti’s eyes!” and THESE ARE THE SAME PEOPLE who would battle anyone who said that they should get different wives or shit like that.
They truly love the person. For their talent, personality, personal lives and with a healthy dose of naughtiness. John Oliver’s segment on Adam Driver always cracks me up because, at the end of the day, it’s a joke :)
These are the people who write excellent smut, and are very aware of the difference between the actor and character he plays, and are VERY RESPECTFUL in nature.
This bunch of fans wish they were married (in a completely hilarious, joking, way) to the actor, or had an intense eye staring (again, humor and silliness is the ultimate result), or at least danced/romanced their favorite actor.
Mainly, they love the actor, their characters, their families, their choice to be private and everything else!
The Respectful Fans
They are not infatuated with the actor, but deeply respect the actor and are ready to defend the actor against the world. I fall here, I don’t feel romantically inclined to do anything with the actor but I do love them, with all my heart and soul.
And maybe I would want someone to be the way the actor’s CHARACTERS behave. Or maybe have the actor’s qualities (presumed) of loyalty, kindness, etc?
“Thirst Tweets”
I have a love-hate relationship with this because you don’t know if it’s a person who is a Good Fan with some excellent smutty thoughts or it’s a Weird Fan. Also it puts a lot of us into the assumption that the actor wants to hear it?
And if it’s around promotions time then a lot of actors perform as their characters than themselves you know?
Some actors absolutely revel in it and know how to deflect the dirtiest of tweets with their comments - they’re absolutely in sync with the thoughts *Henry Cavill’s reaction is the best, even Tom Ellis*
And some actors, dear Lord, they are so embarrassed that they don’t know how to react, call out what’s weird but appreciate the sweet ones *Shawn Mendes*.
If You Love the Actor, Love their Private Lives
One final note in all of this, if we love the actor we must love his/her/their choice of privacy :) Actors like Sobti, Driver are intensely private so that should be taken into consideration :) I find it weird when some criticize that. It’s their life, we love them, we should love the entirety of them!
What do People Think About Crushes?
Sorry @shaonharryandpannisim, I’m finally coming to your question - I don’t know. But because of my little, weird travels through the several kind of fans - I just feel the need to explain people what I have when I say I ‘crush’ on someone.
That I genuinely love the actor, love their characters, can spend a few moments thinking that their the perfect creation of the Lord, if they played a character who’s single then would totally put my dibs on the character in the alternate universe BUT I HAVE NO REAL INTENTIONS FOR THE REAL PERSON. Please no.
Also, if they ended up being shitty people then I don’t care how handsome / talented the person is. They’re immediately out of my admiration list.
But I don’t think you have to worry because we all know what a sweet crush means for you and for most sensible people <3 Even actors have crushes - Ranbir Kapoor for Madhuri Dixit, etc.
Takeaway
If you’re sensible - CRUSH AWAY. Stay away from weird people. And generally people know what a genuine, sincere crush is so don’t worry (I might have just studied toxic celebrity culture in university too).
Some people who I know on Tumblr who really know how to show appreciation: @m0hinii / @tellywoodtrash, @ferociouspompom / @phati-sari, @zaphbeeblebrox, @arnavsinghraizada / @da-vinci-of-our-time-blog to name a few.
Thank you,
Tata,
S / Jalebi.
#random#crush#celebrity crush#Adam driver#barunsobti#ipkknd#ted talk#i write too much#shaonharryandpannisim
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Imagine during an interview for the new Spiderman movie you let everyone know just what your husband, Jake, in his Mysterio suit makes you feel like.
“So we started shooting, and then everyone freeze and then John was like get out there. So I ran out there, ran up on the platform and then I jumped out and threw out my arms and I was like “You don't want any part of this!”-” he made the familiar hand-motion only that he didn't extend his arms any further from his sides than what he had been able to do the first time you saw him and as expected, effectively managed to make you all burst in laughter “And Jim my arms could not extend with the chestplate.” he pursed his lips although with a smile as he looked around and nodded his head.
“I was like- My first moment, I thought like, Marvel movies this is so incredible. I was like, will try and get this-” he did the hands now again with Zendaya and Tom mimicking him as you all laughed uncontrollably. It would never not stop being funny. “And John was like “Cut. Cool. That's good. We're good. Let's move on.” and I was like “What?! My arms didn't-- I- I didn't-- and then the effects guys was like “It's cool. We'll make you look cool. It's fine.” and I just... had to go with it I suppose.” he shrugged, although nobody had stopped laughing “But I still had some doubts and fears to be honest, you know? Who wouldn't. And that day uh my wife happened to b-”
But he stopped when the crowd cheered and clapped. You made a funny face, frowning at them as Jake chuckled “You guys, I'm sitting right next to him why-?”
“Hey, first of; it sounds totally cool so please let me brag about it and second-” he looked back at the audience “Let's give another round of applause, yeah? Yeah!” his lips pulled into an even wider smile when they cheered even louder than they had before “She's that freakin' amazing!”
“Something tells me you really live for moments like this, don't you Jake?” Jimmy laughed and your husband grinned widely. Nodding his head not innocently at all.
“He doesn't shut up about her. Doesn't stop it for a minute, Jimmy.” Tom exclaimed with wide eyes and a big smile “She had like, this fighting scene and she did it all by herself and by the end of it Jake was like watching her with wide eyes and this awestruck face and I- I will be honest, I asked him right then and there if he was having a stroke-” he paused when others laughed “I- I mean, because he wouldn't say or react to a single thing and I got worried! But uh after I think about a solid minute and when (Y/n) approached us he went like “Marry me!” and- and she had to remind him that, well, kind of... technically, they already are married!”
“If you thought I looked weird back then, then you should have seen me when I really tried to propose to her.” Jake gave a small laugh “But I- I don't even feel guilty and don't expect me to be. Anyway-” he cleared his throat “She happened to beon set that day even though she didn't have a scene to film. And uh I told her because she saw I was a bit skeptical and she went like “Oh no, no. Don't worry about that, they really have this under control. They're great at their job and will make you look cool.” which did calm me down of course but I still voiced the doubts a-about doing my part right and she went like “No, everything's fine. They will make you look cool. But even if you don't, then we'll make a meme out of it and then- even better!” and I- I went like “O-ok. Cool. That's cool.” and just relaxed. But thing is I-” he made a face and shook his head “I don't even know what a meme is!”
And no sooner had the words left his lips that you were all laughing once more thanks to the man. Jake himself shrugged “I- I'm just not really that ind of guy, you know? I'm a bit too old-school. I'm trying to learn but yes I'm- I'm a bit too old for that.”
“Well, I can pleasantly say that both did happen concerning that scene, Jake! So we'll have to try and figure out if it's good or not.” Jimmy laughed.
“You know, concerning the chestplate-” you spoke when the laughter calmed down a bit “I tried to warn him but did he listen? Nope.” you shook your head “One can hardly move inside those things and mine may be a bit easier to wear but just by taking a look at his chestplate I knew what was coming. So now every time we argue it's one of the few things I do bring up and say I told him so.” you said with a cheeky smile.
He pursed his lips and looking down nodded his head “Every time. Every single time I tell you! Normal couples are going to bring up things about the house, or the car or even the dog but nope.” he emphasized on the 'p' “Not us. Not us.” and soon broke into a grin when everyone laughed around him and cheered a bit more loudly at the pun.
Jimmy chuckled just like everyone else “A normal day with the Gyllenhaals. Just like every other family.”
“Just another typical day for us, yes.” Jake laughed “But now she-” he motioned at you “Now she won't stop calling me T-Rex so uh a cute nickname is certainly on the list amongst the things I got from this movie.”
“Wait- so that's why you called him T-Rex?” Tom nearly exclaimed in surprise, blinking several times as you nodded your head.
“Yeah, of course. Why? What did you have in mind, Tom?” you glanced at the younger man with a smirk as he avoided your gaze this time.
“I... Nothing.” he said with a nervous laugh,shifting in his seat and facing away from you. No doubt making a face, too embarrassed to admit it out loud, judging by how the crowd laughed “N- nothing, really. I thought it was one of you guys' joke o-or something.”
“Don't worry Tom, don't worry. I absolutely understand.” you said completely serious before adding “If I were to talk about how Jake is in bed and his performance in general I would've made sure to have written some key words down so I didn't forget a thing and made sure he wasn't here to stop me! Those-” you couldn't help the grin when everyone burst in laughter and the blue-eyed-man himself shook his head as he hid his face behind his hands “Those are the hints to look for, just so you know.”
“The fact-” Zendaya couldn't stop laughing “The fact that you have to make a list to remember everything is something that I- I really can't let go of!”
“I'm pretty sure the rest of the U.S. won't either!” Jake said in between laughter, dragging a hand down his face.
“Oh now you're playing shy with me Gyllenhaal?” you raised an eyebrow at him “And to tell you the truth Zendaya, it's that there's so much stuff to talk about that I wouldn't even know where to begin! I know some usually say this thing, like, he's a tiger? But nah I'll just-- He's- he's T-Rex, I'm sorry, I can't deny it!”
“Do you see what you just started right now? Do you see this?!” Jake said almost in anger at Tom whose eyes were wide and cheeks were probably bright red but was laughing much like everybody else.
“I'm- I'm so sorry. I'm-- how was I supposed to know she'd take it there?!” he said very much embarrassed as you grinned.
“Oh come on, she's friend with Ryan Reynolds! What did you expect?!” he nearly exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air “And you know the scariest part of all? It's that one day she might actually do it and that day is going to come very soon!” he said with wide eyes, still laughing but looking very much terrified.
“You know the funniest thing of this whole conversation is? That he thinks I haven't already talked about it with somebody else.” you giggled when his eyes widened but the rest of your friends burst into laughter. All Jake did was hide his face behind your shoulder as you patted his knee.
“Something-” Jimmy could hardly contain his own laughter “Something tells me that you have quiet a few things to say about his new suit then, (Y/n)?”
“Oh come on! Whose side are you on? Is everyone against me tonight or something?” your husband exclaimed and you laughed, kissing his cheeks.
“Oh Jimmy you know, now, that is something I could talk about for hours! When he told me he was auditioning for the role and then that he got it I could have never imagined what was coming. Seeing him in a suit for the first time, I think I said something along the lines of “So, I don't know what you're doing later but after destroying the planet, how about you destroy me too?” and-” you paused, giggling when your heard girls and boys cheer but mostly laugh just like your costars “And I might have asked him out too? I don't know, I was like under a spell or something.”
“Iron Man who? Seems Mysterio is going to steal the girl!” Zendaya exclaimed with a wide smile as you laughed.
“I mean, not like I've been reading thirst tweets or maybe writing half of them-” you mumbled the second part, loudly enough for everyone to hear though “But I'd totally let Mysterio wreck me!” you said with an innocent shrug and made everybody burst into laughter. Zendaya gave you a high five before you glanced at Jake laughing and shaking his head.
“Is it- is it normal that I'm not surprised we're having this conversation?” he questioned after a few seconds “It's like something in me expected this to happen.”
“Well, everybody knows that I loved the suit on you so eh.” you said with a shrug while Jake shot you a dirty look “I certainly enjoyed every single moment of Jake wearing it. I'm not going to feel guilty about my pleasures especially when they go by the name of Jake Gyllenhaal.”
“You're talking in or out of set?”
“The first. But even more the second.”
“Did you- did you really make him get it from the set once you were done filming?” Jimmy asked and you nodded your head.
“If I could I'd make him wear it all day long too, even around the house, but it's not that practical sadly...”
“As far as taking it off is concerned, I mean.” you added the second part so casually anybody would have to do a double check to make sure they heard right but judging by the laughter they all did hear you crystal clear.
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“You shouldn’t write if you can’t write.” -Ernest Hemingway
Well here I am, bitch.
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✦ We’re Only Kidding Ourselves COMPLETE (oct. 19)
You work as a production assistant for the Spider-Man: Far From Home crew, or rather as Tom Holland’s handler. The two of you don’t get along very well to say the least, but you won’t quit and he can’t fire you so you’re stuck with each other.
✦ Breaking Curfew COMPLETE (jul. 20)
When you got the job to be a counselor at the summer camp you’d grown up attending all your life, you expected to see some familiar faces. But you certainly hadn’t counted on having to work alongside the boy who had made it his life’s mission to make your life a living hell every summer. In fact, you thought you’d never have to see Tom Holland again. But he’s is in the cabin right across from yours with campers of his own- smirk, jawline, and all. If you didn’t know any better you might’ve thought that he applied for the position just to spite you, but who were you kidding? What kind of asshole would do something like that?
✦ Instead of You (in progress)
You didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.
✦ No Nut November 💦 (I’m a dumbass)
…..Tom takes the No Nut November bet with Harrison leaving you confused as to why he’s acting so strange. (2018 + 2019 + 2020 + 2021)
✦ Traditions with a Twist 🎄
Meeting Tom’s parents for the first time and spending the Holidays with them. (There’s also gingerbread house building lol)
✦Petals and Thorns
Tom always brings you flowers when he’s thinking of you, and you want to switch it up and return the favor. Sometimes you just have to treat your mans.
✦ Just Another Thursday Night
As far as commercial holidays went, Valentine’s Day was your least favorite. (My Valentine for @technicolor-lightning)
✦ In The Dark
a road trip with your boyfriend doesn’t exactly go as planned
✦ Midnight Delays
having a conversation across train platforms isn’t very practical
✦ Arm’s Length 💦
you’re sick. you’re supposed to go on the far from home press tour with tom, but you don’t want to get him sick. a compromise is made.
✦ 3 Nights 💦
a one-night hookup turns into three (based off of the song 3 nights by dominic fike )
✦ White Christmas 🎄
every year on christmas morning the hollands wear matching pajamas... yeah they’re one of those families
✦ The Method | The Method Pt II 💦
taking method acting to the next level
✦ Pretend 💦
reading thirst tweets with your co-star/boyfriend’s best friend makes things a little tense
✦ Dirty Reflection 💦
fulfilling a long held fantasy with your boyfriend (cockwarming him in front of a mirror)
✦ Desperate 💦
the first time tom fucks you raw (sponsored by irresponsible decisions)
✦ Something More 💦
it’s a tale as old as time- your roommate walks in on you masturbating and things escalate from there
✦ High-rise 💦
walking around your apartment naked has never been a problem, since you live in a high-rise and no one can see in, at least that's what you thought...
✦Bloodlust 💦
your vampire boyfriend drinks your blood for the first time :)
✦ Once Bitten 💦
locked in a museum until morning with a vampire that hates you is not how you imagined your night going
✦ Repent 💦
your one-night stand claims to be a vampire, but you’re just trying to get some dick
✦ Indulgence 💦
you and your boyfriend decide to try something new- aka letting his fraternity brothers watch him edge you (ft. harrison and some others)
✦ We Could Call it Even 💦🎄
(based off of ‘tis the damn season by taylor swift) running into someone you haven’t seen in years makes makes old feelings and nostalgia resurface just in time for christmas
✦ Right Now 💦
sleeping with tom for the first time is more intense than you anticipated
✦ and then some 💦
tom interrupts your date
✦ Under the Weather
You wake up sick one day, but avoid telling your boyfriend, Harrison because you know he’d leave work to take care of you.
✦ Late Night Resolutions
after a fight with Harrison you spend new year’s eve at a party without him where you end up breaking your nose.
✦ Sun Kissed 💦
more like sunburned. On vacation with Harrison you lay out on the beach for a little too long, making for a very interesting night.
✦ Andante, Andante 💦
when in greece... you lose your virginity to your best friend?? that’s how the saying goes, right??? (based off of the song andante, andante from mamma mia! here we go again)
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Strangers ch. 34
Yoongi finds your phone– and so does someone else...
Pairing: Yoongi x (female) Reader
Word count: 1.8k
Genre: fluff, angst
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You force a laugh. “What are you talking about?”
“Don’t lie to me, y/n,” Yoongi says softly, his voice a knife in your back. “These– Jesus.” He exhales sharply as your phone buzzes again, again, again. You would’ve turned your notifications off months ago, but you need Twitter for your jobs. “How long has it been like this?”
@satanhasaholdoffrance: hey @yourname make like a tree and die
@queenynuwu: I hope y/n knows we love her!! <3 @yourname
@gummyyoongi: has anyone found @yourname‘s address yet?
“I don’t know what you mean,” you reply stubbornly. You don’t want your weight on Yoongi’s shoulders, not when you know he’ll blame himself.
“Bullshit. You said this wasn’t happening! You told me that my fans weren’t coming after you.”
“And you never checked,” you reply, your throat tight. “You know what I am. I’m a liar. And you trusted me– that’s your mistake.”
Yoongi flinches. “I know you don’t mean that.”
You begin trembling, your hands and arms and shoulders tensing against your will. “You shouldn’t trust me, Yoongi.” I’ve kept too many secrets from you.
“Well, I do trust you. I know you too well, y/n, and you don’t mean that. But this?” He taps your phone. “This is messed up.”
You take a step back, shrinking into yourself. “I-I’m sorry.”
“What? No. Why are you apologizing?” Yoongi gets up and walks towards you, his eyes intense. “My fans– the stuff they’re saying– that’s what’s messed up. And y/n, I’m so, so sorry this happened. You don’t deserve it.”
“I, uh...” you mumble, confused. Why isn’t he angry at you? You lied to him, again and again and again. “Sorry...”
Yoongi sighs, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. “What are you even apologizing for?”
“I don’t know!” You cry. “I thought you’d be mad at me!”
“I’m not mad at you, y/n-ie.” Yoongi raises his arm and brushes a loose strand of hair out of your face. “I’m just worried. The comments you’re getting, the haters... they’re too much for anyone.”
Your mind drifts to the nightmares, the thoughts that your hate comments have inspired within you.
Yoongi’s gaze darkens, but he’s not looking at you– he’s staring far off, at something beyond. “I’ve seen idols, trainees– friends– that internalized those things, and they didn’t see an escape... no one is equipped to deal with this shit alone, no one.” Yoongi swallows, and his voice wavers. “So don’t try, y/n. You’re not alone, and I can’t lose you.”
You blink hard before drawing back and punching Yoongi in the arm.
“Ow!” Yoongi yelps, rubbing his arm. “What the hell?”
“That’s for being dramatic,” you say, using all your willpower to keep your voice light. “And this–” you poke him in the ribs– “is for being selfish. I don’t wanna lose me either, nerd. It’s not all about you.”
“Sorry, sorry,” Yoongi laughs. “My bad, I almost forgot that you’re a force to be reckoned with.”
“Just don’t let it happen again,” you sniff haughtily.
“I won’t, promise. Hey, do you need a lift to your next job?”
“Nah, I’ll take the bus. I’m not famous like you,” you reply. Besides, you want to be alone with your thoughts.
“Suit yourself. I have to go to the studio anyways.”
“Another BTS comeback already?” You muse, and Yoongi winks.
“Nope.”
~~~
Once Yoongi leaves, you wriggle into another sweater and shrug your coat on over it. You can’t help but feel chilly lately, and you can’t afford to get a cold.
You leave your apartment building and quickly walk towards the bus stop. Your afternoon will be spent on a photoshoot for a new makeup line, and Lisa said you’d be able to keep some of the merchandise.
You adjust your face mask and pop in your earphones, your mind a whirling dervish of thoughts. You imagined Yoongi would be furious– after all, you’d promised no more secrets. You couldn’t help but keep your Twitter mess to yourself, because you didn’t want your friend to stress about it.
Friend... the word seems strange to you, almost wrong.
Well, we’re ‘dating’ now, you think, so I guess he’s my fake-boyfriend instead.
It’s weird; for years you were completely in love with Yoongi, besotted with his face and voice and laugh and lyrics. His shy, goofy nature. His irresistible charm. You remember when you and Lisa would scream together at every new music video, each concept photo, any hint or clue or theory. It seems so long ago now.
Speaking of Lisa... your phone begins buzzing with a call from your manager/friend.
“Y/n, darling, how are you doing? How’s the leg?”
“All healed up now,” you reply, flexing and unflexing your left leg. You lost a lot of blood, but your injury missed all the arteries and important stuff.
“Great. Hey, I lined up a job, it’s yours for the taking if you’re interested. They need an extra in a cologne commercial, it should only be a two-day shoot and we can plan around Moon Over The Sea. What do you think?”
“Yeah, sounds good,” you murmur absentmindedly. “How much does it pay?”
“Pretty well, your cut would be only a little less than you’re making on the makeup shoot today.”
“Alright, sign me up.”
“Great. And... how’s it going with Yoongi?”
You jolt. “What?”
“C’mon, y/n, you can’t expect me not to ask. You’re dating your idol!”
“I-I’m not, really...”
“Oh, shush. It’s official, isn’t it? BigHit confirmed it last week. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were together!”
You grit your teeth– you have to tell her the truth. “Lisa, seriously, it’s not real.”
“I know, I bet it totally feels like a fairy tale, huh? I’m so jealous.” Lisa’s voice gets quieter, pouty. “We have to hang out soon, it’s been ages since we’ve had a proper gossip sesh!”
“But...”
“No buts! I’m ordering you as your manager to hang out with your best friend... who is also your manager... who is also me.”
You can’t help but laugh. “Yes ma’am, just pencil me in.”
“Will do! See you soon.”
“See ya.
Humming to yourself, you continue your bus ride, arriving at the studio a few minutes early. A fashionable young man strides up to you bearing shorts and a shirt.
“Ah, you’re here. L/n y/n, right? Perfect, perfect, put these on and we’ll get you straight into hair and makeup.”
“Uhh...” you examine the outfit he gave you. “Are you sure this is for me?”
“Of course I am, what are you talking about?”
“It’s black, these shorts are made of leather, and...” you trail off, gulping. “It’s all very tight.” That’s right, clothes like these will only hug the curves you don’t have. You’re not a sex icon like some of the female idols you’ve seen Yoongi with on TV. You know as someone in the entertainment industry, you’re supposed to be fashionable– but you’re too much a fan of oversized sweaters and soft pants to let them go. “I don’t know if this outfit suits me.”
“Nonsense, you’re beautiful– you just need the confidence! Besides, you’re gonna have to get used to this type of stuff if you want to get anywhere in your career,” the man chuckles. “Changing room is over there. When you’re ready, head to hair and makeup.”
“R-right,” you mumble, taking the clothes. They look so cold, you shiver just thinking about putting them on.
Ten minutes later, you stare at yourself in the mirror. Staring back at you seems to be a child, a little girl who doesn’t belong, who can barely fill out the tight crop top or shorts. And you’re supposed to be dating Yoongi? You don’t know if you want to laugh or cry. Yoongi deserves better, someone prettier, smarter, who looks like they belong at his side. In your mind’s eye, you can see Yoongi next to you in the mirror– black-haired, a brow raised, his mouth quirking upwards in a lazy smirk. He looks like a prince, a god, and you look like you’re playing dress-up next to him. No wonder so many people are upset; you’re doing Yoongi no favors by being with him.
You sigh and shake your head. You’re cold, so cold, and you hate it. You turn away from the mirror to get your hair and makeup done.
“Okay, can you give me a little lip bite? Something cheeky? Oh, perfect! Yes, hold like that!” The camera flashes while you sit frozen in place. “Cross your legs now, hold the lipstick closer to your face... can you give me bedroom eyes?”
Face flushed, you lower your lashes and pout your lips like you’ve seen real models do, and the camera flashes again and again. The lipstick you’ve got on is a brighter red than you’ve ever dared to wear, and combined with the outfit and your bold eyeliner, you look a little edgy.
“Great, y/n, you’re doing wonderfully. We need one more photo for the spread...” the photographer looks around the photo studio, which is a rather minimalist set. “Can someone get me that chair? Y/n, sit on it backwards and try for a smirk– like an ‘I’m-better-than-you’ face.”
But I’m not. Still you try, channeling your inner Seokjin as you fix the camera with your best downward stare, and then half smiling as though you’ve got a secret– which you do, too many to count. Half a dozen shots later, you’re dismissed with the promise that the money will be wired to your account by Friday.
The next morning, you wake up to the familiar buzzing of your notifications, again and again and again. You haven’t overslept, have you? No, your clock informs you that it’s not even six AM. You groan and flip your phone over to read your new mentions.
@beautyoftheseoul: Check out our new line of matte lipsticks, modeled by #MoonOverTheSea’s @yourname!
@chimyoongles: Omg @2460sunshine did you see that @yourname liked a yoongi thirst tweet? Lmaooo I’m dying she’s rly all of us
@scarletwitchisjunghoseok: I think I love @yourname now that she’s exposed herself as an army lololol
@captainkookie21: why are ppl stanning @yourname for her fuckup lol it just goes to show what a liar and a slut she is.
You blink sleepily. You liked a tweet about Yoongi? You’ve been careful about doing that ever since you became a public figure, in case Yoongi noticed. You tap through your likes and gasp:
@slutfordionysus: rt if you want Suga to crush you between his thighs, like if you want him to use his tongue technology on you ;)
Oh, fuck. You never liked that. You’ve never even seen that tweet. Which means... you’ve been hacked?
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