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goldsainz · 11 months

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ur writing is so beautiful omg, so i was wondering if you could do lewis x actress!reader? something angsty idk

YOU’RE LOSING ME — one shot.

pairing: lewis hamilton x reader

MASTERLIST.

summary: you have tried your best, but despite your valiant efforts, he just doesn’t see you anymore.

warnings: angst, cursing, a LOT (like a lot) of taylor references.

NOTE: YAY A LEWIS PIECE!!! i love this man so much makes me happy that someone asked me to write for him, so thank youuuuuu 🫶🫶 remember this is all fiction, it’s not meant to be taken literally. also, there won’t be a part 2, so pls don’t ask for one.

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You loved Lewis, and you knew he loved you. It wasn’t a matter of love, it was about showing up and making you feel wanted.

You knew love. You knew it was sweet, and had its sour moments, but it was about resilience and the want to be there for your loved ones. And love shouldn’t feel the way it did, it shouldn’t form a lump in your throat when he kissed you, it shouldn’t want to make you cry, it especially shouldn’t have made you feel lost.

You had spent endless nights sitting in the dark of your shared room, wondering if it was time. Maybe those feelings would go away, you knew Lewis was going through a rough time with Mercedes and his pursuit for an 8th WDC. And you were so, so supportive, but there wasn’t much more you could give. Should you throw out everything you had built together, or keep it?

There were moments in which you remained silent, keeping each thought you had to yourself just to not ruin your day. You just glared at him, hoping he would realise something was wrong, that maybe you did have things to talk about, but he never did. He just kissed your forehead, and carried on with his day.

You had become accustomed to him coming home late, to the weeks without him. It was a part of his job, and even if you had wanted to accompany him, your job demanded too much of you to do so.

Lewis was a popular person, and despite being very reserved, he still had many fans and people that admired him all around. His attention was always drawn to others, jumping from conversation to conversation, pausing your chats to greet whomever he recognised. It was exhausting, but you pushed through because he was the love of your life, the one you had been searching for your whole life.

After-parties were the best thing after award shows, it was much more intimate, and you didn't have to worry about unwanted attention. You could let loose for a while, the pressure of always being in front of a camera leaving you as you chatted the night away, drinking every now and then as to numb some of your worries.

You watch people laughing, having the time of their lives, while you wallow by the bar of your own party. You feel forgettable, but so needed at the same time, people kiss your cheeks and congratulate you for your award winning performance and the achievement you accomplished, and all you do is smile at everyone. You feel like a fraud, acting like you're great when in reality you are screaming on the inside.

“Is Lewis here?” One of your castmates asks you, making you search for him in the crowd.

“Yeah, he’s with his friends.” You say with the best smile you can muster.

“Doesn’t it bother you that he's not with you?”

“I’m sorry?” The question startles you, tilting your head to the side as the emotion from your face fades.

“I mean, it’s not every day you win a golden globe for best actress, shouldn’t he be with you?”

“He’s a very busy man, it doesn't bother me, there’s still so much time to celebrate.” You say with a laugh, brushing off the comment.

“Ugh, you’re such couple goals. It makes me jealous, honestly.”

“Well, it has been six years.” You almost cringe at the bad joke, but fortunately she just laughs. You smile at her, bidding her a good night as you leave to socialise.

The party is at its peak, people are dancing anywhere and everywhere, shoes are discarded around as the dancing gets to them.

“Y/N, get over here!” Miles, Lewis’ friend, shouts at you.

Walking through a crowd of drunk people is near impossible, it takes a lot of patience but you finally reach your boyfriend and his friends. You instantly sit next to Lewis, his knee brushing yours, but other than that, no further contact happens.

It should worry you, it does, but you’ve learnt to not question his attitude. You don’t want to start a fight on your special night, not with all of the people around you, not when he’s finally somewhere with you.

“Hi, guys.” You say, smiling at everyone.

“We wanted to see you, you’ve been everywhere all night!” The comment almost makes you scoff, you’ve looked for Lewis and he is always somewhere else, something always calls his attention when you reach him

“You know how it is.” His friends all laugh at the comment, but he just looks at you with a little smile.

“Well, now that you’re here, the group is complete.”

“It’s always nice to see all of you, thank you for coming, by the way.”

“As if we would ever miss this!” Another of his friends says, motioning to the place with his hands.

You try to intertwine your fingers to your boyfriend’s, initiating any sort of contact to try and mend his poor behaviour in front of his friends. They’re all too drunk to notice the awkwardness, but you feel it, it has been suffocating you for months.

“I’m glad you’re having fun then.”

The conversation flows nicely enough. It serves as a distraction from the indifference Lewis gives you. You’re the best at the party, you’re the reason the party is even happening, and yet you still fade in the background of his thoughts.

“So, how long are you here in London for?” Riley, one of his friend’s girlfriends, asks you, a drink in her hand.

“I’m leaving on wednesday, but I’m probably gonna be back in England for the Grand Prix.” You look at Lewis, who turns to you at the same time.

“That’s great! I could neer travel as much as you guys do.”

“It’s part of the job, but we make it work.” You wait for Lewis to support your statement, but he just looks away.

“When you get married, I need to be there. Your love story is one for the books, girl.” The mention of marriage makes you smile, it’s the one thing you’ve wanted with Lewis since you met him. It’s also the first thing that truly made you smile since you sat down with the group of friends.

Your eyes look down at your bare finger, rubbing the spot where an engagement ring could be if Lewis ever asked you the big question.

“We’re not in a rush to get married.” Is what Lewis says to her. It’s the first time he’s spoken with you included in a conversation, and all you can do is keep smiling. You push away the pain, the knot that forms in your throat almost makes you break.

“We have a lot on our plates, you know? But I’ll make sure you're on the guest list when the time comes.” If Riley sensed anything off, her face is not anything to go by. You excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, hoping to get a way for even a second. And just like that, you desperately want the night to be over.

Arriving at your shared home is nothing short of uncomfortable. The silence while your chauffeur drove you both home made your eyes gloss over, you didn’t know how much longer you would be able to keep your tears at bay, but you needed to be strong.

You throw your shoes by the doorway, eager to go to sleep and forget the fact that Lewis indirectly said he didn’t want to get married to you. You’ve been together for six years, he knows you would love to get married, that if he asked you would say yes. It's him who repels the idea, though he once said he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, he now is in no rush to truly settle down with you.

It makes you spiral. Maybe it’s you who makes it difficult to get married, you know you're not the easiest person in the world, but Lewis isn’t either, but you never fault him for it. He says he doesn't understand many things you do, and you tell him you know he doesn't. You’re dying inside with all of the things unsaid between you, and he doesn't see it.

You need him to say something, to do anything to show that he still cares. And as you watch him do his skincare routine, something you used to do together as he taught you how to take care of yourself better, you can’t seem to shake the feeling creeping up on you. That this won't go away, you’re not going through a rough patch, there isn’t a cure to your situation. You just need to let go.

“Lewis?” You call out, sitting on your bed as you prepare for whatever may happen. He hums in response, too caught up on his stuff.

“Can you come here when you’re done, please?”

“Sure.”

When he finishes up in the bathroom, he goes to lay down on the bed. You watch him, how he doesn't seem bothered by the indecision surrounding the room, how grey you have become in all of your overthinking.

“We’re okay, right?” It’s as if time stops. Lewis, who was calmly laying on the bed, has now frozen on his spot. You search his face in hopes to know what he’s thinking, but you can’t. You don’t know him like you used to, the person you hoped would never become a stranger, was now nearing that.

You don’t know if it's his long pause of silence that confirms what you already knew, but hoped wasn't true, or if it’s the fact that you can’t believe you hoped for any type of response.

“I need to know if we’re okay, Lewis.” You turn your whole body to look at him, silently begging him to say something.

“I don’t know what you want me to say, Y/N.” He drags his hands over his face, like the conversation is an annoyance to him , something he can't even consider entertaining. It makes the first tear fall down your face, watching the man you love be so dismissive.

“Anything, literally anything, Lewis.”

“We just had a great night, Y/N. Let’s not ruin it and talk about this some other time, alright? I’m very tired, I have a very busy week ahead, and would like to rest a little.”

It’s a poor excuse, you both know it, it’s written all over his face. You consider letting it go, apologising as you have before, but something about his dismissal makes you angry. It’s the final straw, the last time you will take the blame for trying to fix your relationship, for trying to understand.

“Is that why you won’t marry me?” Your voice breaks in between your words, the raw emotion covering your eyes as you watch him close his eyes in frustration.

“What the fuck are you even talking about right now?”

You scoff at his words, “You said we’re not in a rush to get married.”

“Because we’re not. It’s not a good time, Y/N, and you know it.” His voice is cold, making you wince.

“For you! There’s never a good enough time with you, there’s always something more important.”

“Oh, come on, don’t put this on me.” He stands up from where he is, making his way to the kitchen. You don’t hesitate to follow him, not ready to give up on your conversation.

“I want to settle down, Lewis, we’ve talked about this a thousand times.” You wipe your tears away, trying to compose yourself. “You know that if you ask me I would say yes. Do you even know how embarrassing it is to have everyone ask me when I’m gonna be your bride? All of our friends are getting married, so they practically hand me the bouquet now, and each time you act like nothing happened.”

He pours himself a glass of water, not looking at you, ignoring your presence as if he hopes his indifference will make you go away.

“I love you, why isn't that enough?”

“Do you?” He glances at you, and you finally see the look in his eyes. He doesn't want to fight you, he doesn't want to fight for your relationship. Despite all of the times he acted oblivious, he knew you were reaching a breaking point, he knew you were beating yourself over the impending doom of your relationship, and he said nothing.

You know your pain is an imposition. You know he tolerates it, and you don't question it. You just make your peace with it, even if it means to lie to yourself. There is no doubt in your mind that he loves you, but you don't think he loves you enough, not as he once did, anyway.

“So that's it? Our relationship gets hard and you want to leave?”

“That’s not at all what I said.”

“Well, it’s what you’re implying.”

“I just want you to talk to me, to fight for us. That’s all I want.” You rest your elbows on the kitchen counter, placing your head on the palms of your hands, feeling tears soak them.

Lewis shakes his head, leaving the kitchen. You don’t know where he is going, you don’t make an effort to follow him this time. He’s losing you, and he isn't stopping his life to make you stay or even watch you go.

You want him to choose you, you’re right there with him for all of his fights, always on the front line. You never hesitate to bleed for him, yet he does not risk anything. It seems unfathomable that the man you hoped to never lose, actually lost you. It seemed like so long ago when you believed forever was the direction your relationship would take, he changed and you unfortunately stayed the same.

You hear his footsteps near you, but you don’t lift your head to look at him. Not when you know that if you do you’ll truly break, you’ll have to say goodbye to years of memories, you’ll have to walk away once and for all.

You’re shocked when you feel him wrap his arms around your waist, his chest pressed against your back. You don’t tense at the touch, you would never, there isn't an ounce of you that doesn't crave all of the contact lost between you. It’s all you've wanted lately, yet it doesn't change a thing. He walked out a long time ago, and now you have to do the same.

“This won’t work, Lewis.”

“I know.”

“I gave it my all, you know?” You whisper, and you feel him press a kiss to the side of your neck, but there are no longer butterflies when he does so, just a broken heart that won't start for him anymore. Your heart was glass, and he dropped it.

“I know you did.” He whispers back.

You want to ask him, if he wished he would’ve put up more of a fight, but you don't think you could deal with the silence after. You know it’s not you, that it’s him, that despite all your faults loving him was never one.

And you’ll try to forget about it. Try to pretend you will find someone who will be equal to Lewis, but you’ll remain right where he left you. And you won’t talk about it, just act like it’s for the best. But it would’ve been fun if he would've been the one.

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itzjaza · 7 months

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hubby Taz and wifey yn on a camping trip with their friends ☝🏻 (omg Emily and yn gossiping together HSHSHS)

Camping, Taz S.

Y/N and Taz were eager to get away from the hustle and bustle of their busy lives, and a camping trip with friends sounded like the perfect escape. They set up their tent in a secluded spot in the woods, lit a fire, and settled in for a night of stargazing. As they enjoyed the picturesque view of the night sky, Y/N and Taz couldn't help but feel grateful for their deep and genuine connection with each other. They were comfortable in each other's company and felt a sense of peace and contentment that they had never experienced before. As the night wore on, Taz was cooking dinner in another part of the campsite, with the rest of the guys surrounding him. While Emily and Y/n were in her and Taz's tent just talking, giggling and all that. The aroma of the food wafting through the air made their mouths water, and they eagerly joined the others at the firepit. As they settled in to enjoy their meal, Taz noticed that Y/N and Emily had been spending quite a bit of time together in their tent. Curious, Taz asked, "Did you girls talk about me while I was cooking?" Y/N, with a cheeky smile, replied, "No, maybe, but only the good things." Taz chuckled and leaned in to give Y/N a quick kiss on the cheek. Y/N savored the moment, feeling grateful for the incredible connection and trust between her and Taz, even amid their camping adventure with their castmates. As the night wore on and they enjoyed the warmth of the campfire, Y/N and Taz knew that their camping trip had been a resounding success. They had strengthened their bond, experienced the beauty of nature, and spent quality time with their friends.

(yall sorry i didn't post yesterday ya girl was just too tired after school)

#one piece #one piece netflix #one piece live action #one piece x reader #opla #opla x reader #x reader #sanji #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji #vinsmoke sanji x reader #taz skylar #taz skylar x reader

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pinknightsinmymind · 1 year

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Hi! I was wondering if I could request and ellie x reader who's a film director and an actress. Like how they met , award shows, set life and all of that. can be both sfw and nsfw if you want im just desperate for ellie fluff rn

【 stargirl - ellie williams 】

ellie williams x fem!reader

wc: 2.5k

content: modern!au, director!ellie, actress!reader, whipped ellie, yearning, eventual confession, flirting, admiration, fluff

a/n: omg your MIND you are so big brained and yes this is named after the infamous song. might do a part two with some smut but idk yet. also sorry this took so long, but i hope you enjoy it!

Ellie felt her heart stop when the casting director emailed her a copy of the final line-up of actors chosen for the movie's cast. The copies included audition tapes, headshots, and video from the auditions themselves. When she saw your name among the selected actors it was like she couldn't breathe. Of course she knew who you were. Who didn't? You were a rising star at the moment, growing in popularity as each day passed. You were insanely talented, and it was praise long overdue for you. Ellie had seen the first movie you starred in when it premiered, and she was wowed. Why had you just broken out into the scene? Why were you barely being given the recognition you should've been long ago? She felt you deserved it the moment you appeared on screen.

She had run into you at the movie premiere, you guys said your quick introductions, and that was that. Ellie felt like her soul left her body when she shook your hand and felt your warm skin on hers. She was charmed by you after just one single moment, and she couldn’t help but see you as a modern day starlet. It would have been an honor to have you star in one of her movies, and now you were. You managed to snag one of the main characters for the movie, and Ellie felt a sense of proudness for you. She remembered watching your initial audition tape, but she never saw you at an in-person audition like she had with the other actors. She assumed that maybe you didn’t audition after all, but based on the date of the file for your in-person audition, that was the one day she wasn’t there. She had come down with a bad cold, so she just sent her best friend Dina to fill in for her so production wouldn’t be behind schedule. That was one of the benefits of having friends that work in the same industry as you, and she had given her permission to make any decisions for her she saw fit. She trusted Dina’s judgment to make the right calls and pick the best actors, and she realized she must’ve approved of you greatly for the role. She remembered Dina gave her notes she had taken from that day, and although she glanced at them, she must not have paid enough attention.

You were beyond excited when you received the news that you got the role, and your body thrummed with excitement when the read-through for the script took place. You were excited to meet your castmates, the producers, and the director. You knew who the director was since you had met her once before, and it was a shame she wasn’t there at your in-person audition. Something about her directing style really stuck out to you in a way no other director’s had. What made her style different is she knew exactly how to execute everything in order to portray the right ambience. She managed to transport you into her films, making you a part of them and allowing you to feel everything. She just had a certain eye that made her films unique which in turn made them rise in popularity. You admired her art, and you were excited to finally be in one of her films. Ellie was polite when she greeted you and your fellow cast members, quickly introducing herself and saying how excited she was for the project. She had a smooth and deep voice that was sometimes a little raspy here and there. It was a sweet sound to your ears, one that you’d memorize and replay in your head over and over again for the next few months to come.

Ellie kept it professional when filming started, but that was hard to do when she admired everything about you. You always managed to deliver exactly what the role required, you added to the already brilliant script, and whenever she explained what kind of performance she wanted you knew exactly what she meant. Could there be anyone more perfect, hard-working, and talented than you? Not possible. Despite the wild heart beating at her ribcage, Ellie kept it all under wraps. She may have been infatuated with you, but she knew better than to let that interfere with her work. No matter how you looked at it, Ellie wasn’t going to pursue you unless you made the first move or you showed your interest in her. She wanted to let you initiate everything because she felt that as your director it’d be weird for her to do so.

The months passed quickly as filming began to get closer and closer to wrapping up. This was a project you had really been enjoying. From the script, to the story, to the performances you and your co-workers were giving, everything was perfect. You couldn’t wait to see the final product at the premiere and hear how people received the film. Every aspect of it excited you even if your time working with Ellie was coming to an end. You couldn’t help the intense infatuation for her, the way everything seemed to light up around her, but she didn’t seem to return those kinds of feelings for you. She did what she was supposed to: her job. It’s not that she was unkind—quite the opposite—but she focused on her work. You couldn’t blame her. Being a director must be stressful, and she probably had much more on her plate than you did as an actress. In that way, you had to respect her for her dedication instead of expecting any kind of reciprocation from her in that way.

However, that objectivity didn’t last long. Sneaking glances, hushed conversations before and after filming, the way she’d hand you water if she noticed you didn’t have any, sometimes food. She may have been kind to you, but those conversations were never emotional or personal, but more so mundane. It all built up an ever-growing tension between you and Ellie. You wanted her, and she wanted you, but what would it take for the two of you to finally give in? It’s not that you didn’t want her, but you wondered how it would look if people heard you were dating the director of your most recent film. If you had begun dating her before the movie, then people would say that’s the only reason you got the role, which isn’t true. However, seeing as you had only officially gotten to know Ellie while filming the movie, people couldn’t really say that, could they? Especially if you began to see her after the movie wrapped up filming, and that was when you declared your resolve. You would ask Ellie out yourself once post-production began. The days went by fast and slow depending on what was in the air, and when filming finally wrapped up you approached Ellie as she was exiting the studio.

“Hey, Ellie?” you asked. She looked up from her phone up to you and gave you a small smile.

“Hey,” she said, tucking her phone into her pockets. “I know I already gave a big talk to everyone when we finished filming, but thanks again for all your hard work. I’m sure this film will come out amazing.”

“Thank you. We had an amazing director, so I’m sure it’ll come out great, too.”

“Thanks,” Ellie said. “So, is there anything I can help you with?” She cursed internally. Here she was, a grown woman, and you made her so timid.

“Yes, actually. I was wondering if you’d need any company during post-production, and if you did, I’d be happy to help with that. You want to get coffee or something sometime soon?” you asked. Ellie’s smile grew wider. So you really did return her feelings.

“I’d like that. How about next Wednesday? I don’t have a lot to do that day. I can pick you up and we can have brunch. What do you think?”

“I’d love that,” you answered enthusiastically. “I’ll see you then, and I’ll text you if I need anything.”

“Of course. And I’ll text you to remind you about brunch.” Ellie waved to you before exiting the building, and you couldn’t recall ever seeing a woman as mesmerizing as her. How could she be so captivating without even trying? It was like you were in a daze as you waited for Wednesday to arrive, and once it did your heart was beating wildly. She picked you up in her sleek, black car just like she promised and told you to make yourself at home. Her forwardness always charmed you, no matter what it was about. Also just like she promised, she took you out to brunch at her favorite restaurant. When it came time to pay the bill, she turned towards you with a certain glint in her eye.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what do you consider this?” she asked.

“This? As in, what are we doing right now?” you responded. You knew what she was getting at, but you weren’t sure what answer she wanted.

“Yes, this.”

You sucked in a breath and decided you’d just be forward. “I want this to be a date. What about you?”

“I do, too,” she said. She reached across the mahogany table and placed her hand on yours, caressing it somewhat. “I prefer to be a gentleman and pay the bill, so don’t even think about asking to split it.” She pulled her hand away as soon as she had touched you and called over the waiter. The feeling of her skin on yours made you feel electrified, and you immediately wanted to feel it again and again. She paid the bill just like she said she would, and you found it hard to contain yourself. Here she was, your dream woman, and you could barely speak in her presence. You found it hard not to stare at her given the button-up she wore that had a few of the top buttons undone, a silver necklace dangling from her neck and between her breasts. Her dark hair was tied up how she usually had it, small strands framing the sides of her face. She was perfect. Absolutely perfect. You exited the restaurant together to get back to Ellie’s car, and you felt so elated. Your mood was untouchable. Being here with Ellie made you feel like you were on cloud nine. Before you knew it the sounds of shutting doors sounded through the air.

“What would you like to do next?” Ellie asked. “Do you need to go home?”

“Yeah, sorry. I have some business to take care of with managers and all that. If I didn’t I’d say we could go out and do something else.”

“That’s okay, I get it. If we could go out and do something else right now, what would it be?”

“Hmm… I think I’d ask you to go with me somewhere scenic. We could walk around and just talk.”

“Really?” Ellie asked. She was silent for a moment as she seemed to consider your words. “Then that’s what we’ll do for our next date.” She said nothing else as she started the car and began the route back to your house. Our next date. The words echoed around your head. You couldn’t believe she wanted to see you again, or that this date had gone so well. She was already making you swoon without even trying, just how she did when the film had been under production. You two talked during the ride back to your house, which saddened you somewhat that the date was already coming to an end. When you reached the front of your house a nervous silence settled over the two of you.

“Thank you so much for the date. I had a lot of fun,” you said to her. Ellie smiled.

“I’m glad you did. So, you do want to see me again, right?” she asked.

“Yes,” you answered. “I’d be more than happy to.”

“Hopefully you want to see a lot of me, then,” she said, and leaned in somewhat.

“That’s exactly what I want.” You leaned in to match her actions, and you didn’t miss how her eyes instantly drifted from yours to your lips and back again. You leaned in further as if you were going to kiss her lips before quickly moving to kiss her cheek. “Next time,” you teased, and hopped out of her car.

You held up to your promise the next date you had with her. You wandered the botanical garden together that had opened a few months prior. Now that the newness and the hype of the garden had died down, there weren’t many people wandering around besides you two. It was the weekend which is why you and Ellie had the time to go out, but lately she had been busy with post-production and all the responsibilities that came with that. The two of you stopped underneath a giant willow tree with long, drooping leaves. Beside it was a bridge across the creek that ran through the garden.

“Isn’t it pretty?” Ellie asked. “I wish I brought my art supplies. I’d set up and just paint this.”

“You paint?” you asked in surprise.

“I do. Art is another hobby of mine.”

“I didn’t know that,” you said. You heard a small chuckle leave her lips.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” she mused, “but you could learn if you want.”

“Oh, really?” you asked, not missing how Ellie began to walk closer to you.

“Really,” she responded. Her hands ventured towards you, and you welcomed the feeling of them as they found home against your hips. She was careful, making sure every move was clearly seen and responded to positively by you. She wanted to make sure you wanted her touch, that you wanted her. And you did. That’s why you didn’t stop her from touching you or putting her hands on you. Her face was so close to yours, but she still didn’t move. She waited for you, and when you finally had enough you reached to cup her cheek and pull her in. She let you pull her in, and it was everything she had ever dreamed about. You were so warm, and everything about you was soft and sweet. She could stay here and kiss you forever if time and space allowed it. When you finally pulled away from her it only lasted a few seconds before she looked into your eyes and couldn’t help herself from pulling you back in. She couldn’t get enough of you or your lips, and she never wanted to let you go.

You felt dazed when she finally pulled away from you, looking into her green eyes and seeing how she looked at you softly, but also with pure adoration. She was falling for you faster than she ever thought possible. As she looked at you, she knew she couldn’t wait any longer to make you hers.

“Is it too soon to ask you to be my girlfriend?” she whispered. You shook your head.

“No,” you breathed out.

“Then please say yes,” she said, her hands rubbing your sides.

“I’d say yes to you a million times.”

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #tlou2 #tlou #ellie the last of us #ellie williams x you #tlou ellie #tlou x reader

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annab-nana · 1 year

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Being a actress in the obx series, a good friend with the cast and have a secret relationship with drew starkey that everybody knows, even the fans, paparazzi, interviews ask the question, teasing at the set. Headcanons pls!!

omg yes of course! here you go my love :))))

warnings: not proofread, i know chase and madelyn aren't together anymore but this is set when they were

❀ masterlist ❀

getting the role of kiara carrera in some boat show wasn't a role you were expecting to turn your life around but it did

it brought you your greatest friends

you couldn't imagine your life without them

it brought you your greatest achievements and opened the door to many more roles

your work in outer banks made you known in your field of work

but most importantly, it brought you the love of your life, drew starkey

going into the show, you obviously became close to rudy, jonathan, chase, and madelyn

but the cast as a whole became really close in general

you guys would hang out all the time

that came with living across from each other during filming

there was something about drew that drew you to him

either his calming nature

his killer smile

his adorable laugh

or just his charming personality and good looks

whatever it was, it had you being near him during any outing you had with the crew

you weren't normally a partier

your social battery drained quite quickly

drew was the same in that sense so you both leaned on each other during the various outings you guys went on after filming

everyone teased you guys, saying that they were waiting on the wedding invite even though you two weren't even together...yet

you and drew liked it when it was just you and him

you two explored the possibility of being more while talking one night and decided to start something in secret, just for you two

since you two started your fling near the end of filming season one, it was easy to keep it from the cast

you two could hang out without them being there

there was less of a chance of running into them

that was until everyone came back together for press

they knew

they didn't say they knew

but they knew

interviewers picked up on something between you and drew and asked questions about if there was something between your characters, kiara and rafe

to which you would scoff out a laugh and tell the interviewer how much kie hated the kooks even though she technically was one

they'd ask if kiara and rafe were even friends and drew would shake his head, telling him rafe looks down on kie for choosing to be a pogue

so then they'd ask why you and drew were so close if your characters weren't

drew froze ever so slightly while you took the lead, explaining that even if kie and rafe hate each other, you and drew still filmed some scenes together and the cast as a whole became super close

drew nodded beside you, trying his best to be inconspicuous

he may be a good actor when he was playing a character

but when it came to keeping a secret, you'd quickly learned he wasn't as skilled in that department

after that, it became pretty obvious

the fans knew

interviewers knew

your castmates knew

other crew members knew

so you guys made it official online

you and drew were out grabbing lunch together

you snapped a picture of him across from you sipping on his water and captioned the photo with three heart emojis, posting it as an instagram story

after checking it with drew, you posted it and put your phone down for the whole meal

once you two ordered, your phone kept buzzing

"should i check it?" you asked drew

he shrugged, "sure, why not?"

the first thing you saw was a text from maddie that read: I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT

then came several other texts from the group chat you shared with the cast which based on the giggle drew let out, he was reading that on his phone as well

then you checked the story

madelyn had reposted your story with a caption that was the same as her text to you

rudy had reposted it as well, captioning it, "mom & dad :)"

jonathan did the same and wrote, "about damn time," for his caption

chase just put a heart on his repost of your story

austin congratulated you both when he reposted it

deion's repost said, "like we didn't already know hahah happy for y'all!"

now with the fan responses, it was a given that they wouldn't all be positive, but a good amount of them were

for that you were grateful

when you all came back together to film season two, the teasing began

"did y'all really think we didn't know?" chase asked

"about as much as you think we didn't know about you and maddie."

"we just wanted something for ourselves before we shared it with the world," drew explained when maddie pulled you to the side

his eyes followed you both and saw the huge smiles on your faces

"i hope you're ready for a lot of double dates with those two," chase piped up, sharing the plans maddie had been planning ever since she found out about you two

"yeah, y/n already told me maddie has been texting her nonstop about it."

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𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐬 (p2)

PAIRING: A!Elvis or (real)Elvis x fem!reader

SUMMARY: Elvis was done with making movies. However, when his manager approached him with another movie contract he couldn't resist. Especially, since Y/n Y/l/n is involved...

WARNINGS: Mentions of vomit, smoking cigarettes, eating. If I missed any plz inform me!!

A/N: Omg I hope you like this!! Writer's block has hit me like a truck these days and I can't seem to write anything I'm actually proud of. I know this is very short so I'm sorry if this dissapoints you, I'm trying my very best!! <3

(the gif is not mine! Found it on pinterest!)

Elvis found himself waking up excited to go to work for the first time in years. Even though, as he got ready, he tried to convince himself it was because filming was fun, deep down he knew why. Y/n. She was truly fascinating, not to mention a sight for sore eyes. She truly lit up the set when she walked in.

The entirety of the cast and crew stayed at the same hotel. Therefore, Elvis felt that he needed to get a little more dressed up and show everyone how professional he was. Honestly, he didn't really know what he was doing. Every movie he made felt like the first.

Elvis never felt comfort in the movie-making process. The only times he felt like he was in his element were short lived, since it only took a couple of weeks to record the songs in the studio. He hated these songs- The lyrics were repetitive and very stupid. It was embarassing having to sing these songs for everyone to hear.

After taking a last look in the mirror, he nodded to himself and walked out of his hotel room. The elevator reached his level and the steel doors opened, revealing the woman he had been thinking of all morning.

"Morning" Elvis mumbled, standing next to her

"It is indeed morning, Mr. Presley" She spoke coldly. Elvis's blank face turned into a dissapointed frown. It seemed as if he was the only one willing to be friendly.

"No- I- I meant good-"

"I know what you meant" Y/n stated stifly and the doors opened once again. After a long awkward pause the two had finally reached the hotel's cafeteria that was filled with people.

"Why do you hate me so much?" Elvis spoke irritably, trying to catch up with her quick steps.

"Tell me one good reason why I shouldn't" She told him casually grabbing a plate and filling it up with breakfast goods from the buffet.

"Lord, you're insane, woman" Elvis sighed in defeat. This was not going to end well.

"I've heard that one before- For someone who's all about novelty, your insults are predictably average" Y/n put down a spatula she had been holding and made her way through the crowded room. Elvis couldn't keep up with her pace and witty remarks. Even so, he jogged after the woman, who had already started talking to some of their castmates.

Y/n placed her plate down on the table, greeting her new coworkers. She sat down sighing, as the conversation around her became more lively by the minute. Deciding to focus on eating her breakfast, she didn't partucipate in the discussion much. Elvis, of course, found the opportunity to keep talking to her. He pulled out the chair next to her and made himself comfortable, not caring that Y/n was obviously startled, thinking that she had gotten rid of him.

"Don't ya run away from me like that" He spoke a little out of breath, trying not to be heard by their colleagues.

"I do what I please, Mr.Presley- Now, I'd appreciate it if you'd leave me alone"

"We were talking-"

"There is nothing left to say" She picked up her fork and played around with the bacon on her plate, that was slowly getting cooler and cooler.

"Isn't there? Don't ya wan't to tell me all about how much ya hate me?"

"I don't hate you. I wish I could but I can't-"

"You can't?"

"Are you deaf, Mr.Presley?"

"No-"

"Well, then I think I've made myself pretty clear" She finally shoved a small piece of bacon in her mouth, signaling the end of the conversation. The irony of their chat was that Elvis was even more confused now. Y/n was saying so much but yet so little. He never heard exactly the answer he needed and that pissed him off. She wasn't making any sense- At least to him.

"Elvis, aren't ya getting any breakfast?" Nancy, one of the cast members, asked, mouth full of toast.

Elvis audibly groaned, realising how wipped he was by a woman that wasn't even his. Looking right at her he shook his head in dissapointment. He truly hoped she wasn't enjoying this whole situation, but the devilish look in her eyes told a different story.

"Well, aren't ya, Mr.Presley?" She asked him playfully. Damnit, she was indeed enjoying his suffering.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

"She hates me Ron, I tell ya" Elvis frowned as he spoke to his costar Ronald Winters.

"Son, you're making things a lot more confusing than they actually are" Ronald filled both of their mugs with coffee. They were both waiting for the director to show up to their last-minute meeting. Y/n hadn't arrived to the office yet so Elvis had time to talk to Ron about everything.

"Nah, she's the one making things confusing and everything- I-I-I'm just trynin' to be friendly, ya know?"

"Maybe she doesn't want to be your friend, Elvis" Ron spoke with a weird look in his eye that Elvis couldn't quite place.

"Well, that's what I've been telling ya, Ron!"

"You misunderstand me, sonny, what I-"

"Good morning" The conversation died down instantly, making Y/n's entrance in the waiting room extremely awkward "Do you want me to leave?"

"Oh no, dear girl, me and mr.Presley were merely talking about this meeting- Unexpected, isn't it?" Ronald changed the topic quickly, trying to make Y/n feel welcome.

"It's probably a last-minute script change, nothing to worry about" Y/n spoke casually, pulling out a cigarette and putting it between her scarlet lips "Want one gentlemen?" she pointed at it.

"Ahh no, no I-I-I'm trying to give it up- Bad habit, bad.." Ronald mumbled and cleared his throat. Excusing himself he walked to the bathroom down the hall.

Y/n then walked towards Elvis, closing the distance between them "Sorry Ι scared your pal away, Elvis" She took a puff from her cigarette. Elvis couldn't help but stare at her lips as they produced the gray smoke. This whole situation was making it very hard to hate her, especially when the urge to kiss her face off was that intense. He needed to play it cool, just like she was doing.

However, Y/n saw right through the act and continued talking "Wanna take a puff, love?"

"N-N-No, I prefer not to smoke, if I can help it" He played with his rings, stressfully. This was going so wrong, he could actually vomit.

"Really? Wouldn't have guessed it," She spoke aware of her effect on him "Men such as yourself always love to indulge in a little puff here and there"

"Well, they ain't going to last long" Elvis shrugged, daring to look her in the eyes.

"What makes you say that?" She was intrigued.

"Trust me, honey, smoking a packet a day don't help with the rockabilly business"

"So, you're telling me you've never smoked a cigarette in your life, Mr.presley?" She smiled challegingly while her own cigarette was slowly burning up in between her digits.

"No, I'm sayin' that I used to but I don't no more- My mama hated it, stopped just for her, ya know?"

"I know," Suddenly her stare softened and she put out her cigarette in the ashtray "I bet she was a wonderful woman, Elvis".

Her gentle smile and quick shift in demeanor caught him off guard, but before he could form a coherent sentence the crew and director had appeared. It was time for the meeting and as Elvis' eyes searched the waiting room around him, he realised that Y/n was already in the meeting room. There goes his chance to get to know her better, to have an actual conversation with her.

Nonetheless, he felt somewhat proud of himself. She had let her guard down for him, even for a second. The ice queen was slowly melting and he was there to watch it happen. Perhaps Ronald was right, she didn't hate him. Y/n hated herself for not hating him. Now, Elvis had to find a way to gain her trust. This wasn't even close to love, he had to assure himself, just a challenge. A fun one at that.

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ttwt episode 2

“Last time, on Total Takes World Tour: seventeen teens competed in a marathon to the finish line… on an active volcano! Three teams ran across Mexico to reach the mouth of Popocatepetl and sacrifice their respective obsidian artifacts to the fire god, but not all went smoothly. In the end, Scruffy “sacrificed” their team’s win and let the Yaois slide to victory. Who will take home the gold next time? And who will be taking the drop of shame? Find out now, on Total Takes World Tour!”

Despite its luxury accommodations, plush seats, 24/7 fine dining, and all the perks and prizes, no one in first class is sleeping this morning.

The night prior was rough for first class. Or, rather, one person- Joner’s constant whimpers of fear every time Ass made eye contact with him, music from the aforementioned’s earbuds audible from anywhere in the cabn, Julia’s constant sleep mumbling, and the light from Mal’s- who, as it turns out, only sleeps for about two hours and forty five minutes every night- phone kept Courtney wide awake.

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COURTNEY: “My parents both traveled a lot for work growing up, so I’d be left at home for weeks at a time. I’m used to total silence and darkness- the woods at Wawanakwa were one thing, but this? This is torture,”

---

“Well, that was refreshing!” Ass says, removing their sleeping mask and tossing it in the garbage. Courtney watches the bin, eye bags heavy, and makes a low groaning noise. “What?” Ass asks. “They’re disposable. My dad got them in Hong Kong.”

“OMG, is that like skincare?” Mal asks from where she’s nested on the floor. “I looooove eastern Asian skincare, I import all my products straight from Tokyo. North American lines are full of chemicals.” she states, matter-of-factly.

“What are Japanese ones?” Julia asks, rolling her eyes. “Mother Nature's piss?”

“They’re organic, duh. They’re like rice and stuff. Everything’s just better in Japan,” Mal sighs dreamily.

Ass and Julia both raise their eyebrows and Courtney passes out, slumping forward onto the ground.

---

Economy is quiet this morning as the losing teams slumber peacefully. Only one person is up by now, tiredly watching the rest of the teens sleep in.

Michela yawns and balances her chin in the palm of her hand while slouching forward. The cabin is quiet, and only the faint hum of the engines is audible over the snores and whistles of her sleeping castmates.

“Light sleeper?” a tired voice asks.

Michela shrugs. “More like early riser. You’re up, though?”

“This is about the time I get up for work,” Albert explains, slowly gesturing. “I can’t say my body feels the same, though.”

“Don’t be too hard on yourself, this isn’t exactly the nicest place to sleep in,” she says, kicking back and leaning against the metal walls of economy. “What do you do for work?”

“I run the Toronto Environmental Coalition,” he says. “It’s a volunteer advocacy group. We get donations to protect the environment. Prevent new land being developed, stage protests and boycotts. That sort of thing.”

“Oh, right. You did that… thing, with Chris,”

He pauses, the smile momentarily dropping off his face. “I suppose I did,”

“Hey, man, no hard feelings from me. Chris is slippery. I’ve heard he’s been in and out of jail for years,”

“Yeah, he’s been arrested a few times before. That was a part of my case file,” Albert says, looking off into the distance. “I swear I had enough evidence to keep him in jail this time. But it was… I don’t know, a cruel twist of fate,” he pauses again. “And now I’m here!”

Michela nods. “And now you’re here,”

Across economy class, Bonnie begins to wake with a long, drawn-out yawn and a stretch, and the conversation dies down.

“GOOOOOD MORNING, PLAYERS!” Chris’ voice blares over the intercom, startling everyone else awake. “Meet me down in the galley in five!”

---

The tired campers line up around the metal picnic table bolted in the center of the room, yawning and stretching. Courtney is asleep on the cold surface, no one caring to wake her.

“Heh, jet lag?” Chris asks, staring at the fallen soldier. “You guys look like you got hit by a bus.”

The teens grumble indistinctly, but Chris ignores them anyway. “I hope you’re all ready for some banging barbeque and technological advancements that’ll make you feel like you’re in the stone age back home- welcome to Seoul, South Korea!”

Mal squeals loudly, clapping her hands.

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MAL: “I love love love love LOVE eastern Asian culture. I’m actually fluent in Japanese and learning Korean, and I’ve been begging my mom to take me but she says I would “embarrass her”, whatever that means. Plus, South Korea is basically just like Japan!”

---

“I’ll be giving you the know-how on your next challenge once you hit the ground,” Chris says, smiling brightly.

Ass crosses their arms. “That’s a weird way to put it,”

“Not really. In traditional World Tour fashion-” Chris pauses, looking around, and then sighs. “You know, I’m starting to miss that little highlighter. Anyway, in traditional World Tour fashion… Chef, care to do the honors?”

Chef grins and kicks the landing door open, sucking everyone but he and Chris out. The host grins. “Man, these lead shoes were a great investment,”

---

The teens scream as they fall to their deaths over Seoul, flying through the air as the plane becomes a distant speck in the sky above them. Between their shrieks of horror, a familiar bell rings out.

“Really?!” Ass shouts. “Now?!”

The bell rings again as if affirming, and the cast groans.

“You know, you’d assume we’d do an Asian themed song,” Mal says, crossing her arms. “As a master in Japanese culture, I find this highly offensive.”

“What’s your deal?” Staci asks sharply.

The bell rings again, louder. Chris’ voice rings out. “Less talky, more singy!”

Courtney- barely awake- sighs. “We’re singing as we’re falling!”

“And totally not stalling,” Julia picks up.

Joner screeches as he falls between the two. “As we’re about to inevitably die-ie-ie!”

“We might just end up smushed and gooey!” Patrick sings with glee.

“Emulsified and ew-ey!” Ass shouts.

Everyone joins in: “We should’ve done more before Chris lost his mind!”

The teens look between each other nervously and then pick up the song again.

“Millionaire!” Julia shouts.

“Derby champion!” Michela picks up.

“Make it home to see Caesar!” Bonnie yelps (and then promptly rolls their eyes at everyones Aws).

“Save the whales!” Albert goes on.

“Marry Jungkook!” Mal screams.

“Serve my Lord and savior Jesus!” Frollo states, matter-of-factly.

“Research psychologist!” Max says.

“Media apologist!” Phillip continues.

“Get my degree and my first kiss!” Staci shouts.

“Connoisseur!” Patrick shouts back.

“Design couture!” Kelly says merrily.

“And I think we’d all like to outlive Chris!” Ass says. Everyone shouts in agreement.

“But we gotta stop from splatting, the ground doesn’t have padding!” Bonnie shouts.

“And it’s getting closer every time we close our eye-eyes!” Austin screams.

“Flat into little pancakes!” Sha-Mod adds.

“Our bones about to bre-ak!” Joner whimpers.

“There are much better ways to die!” Courtney says.

“We'd really rather fly-y!”

“So let’s hope Chris is willing to provide:”

Frollo: “A pair of wings!”

Austin: “A jetpack!”

Max: “A wormhole!”

Bonnie: “A parachute!”

Kelly: “Waterbed?”

Staci: “Trampoline!”

Julia: “Airlift!”

Ass: “Time rift!”

Joner: “Trapeze net!”

Sha-Mod: “A dragon!”

Joner: “Wait, I change to dragon, too!”

Mal: “A hot Korean guy!”

Courtney looks down at the ground below them and sighs. “A giant bowl of rice?”

“There’s a million things to do, a millions things to do, a million things to do before Chris lost his mind!”

The free fall ends as the campers land in a giant bowl of rice. Courtney sighs. “Real creative,”

“OMG, Asian cuisine!” Mal says, her head popping up out of the rice. “Did you guys know that most Canadian restaurants don’t actually serve authentic food? Yeah, it’s totally westernized.”

Staci rolls her eyes. "Yeah, okay,"

"You're just jealous of my knowledge," Mal insists. "What's your problem?"

"I'm Japanese!"

Mal blinks. "Um... you don't look Japanese,"

"Well... I'm half Lebanese, but still. You're such a freak!"

"You're the freak!"

“Glad to see you all made it to the ground safely,” Chris winks as the teens begin climbing out of the bowl. “Welcome to Seoul!”

The camera zooms out to show the bowl of rice in the middle of a busy metropolitan area. Chris chuckles. “Your challenge today is a favorite pastime of Koreans-”

“OMG, are we doing a K-Pop challenge?” Mal squeals. “Or is it related to fashion- or beauty? I buy all my contacts from South Korea!”

Chris’ brow furrows in annoyance and he gives Mal a few more seconds of talking time before he slams his side into her, throwing her across the pavement. The Yaois sigh in relief and Staci salutes. “That’s better,” he says. “Anyway, as I was saying, today’s challenge is a favorite pastime of many Koreans, and was even licensing professional players of this popular sport back in 2000.”

“Wow, right before 9/11!” Joner says.

“Is that how you Americans really measure time?” Chris sighs. “Yes, before 9/11. Now, as I was saying-”

“Is it going to be contact-heavy, because my doctor told me I shouldn’t sustain any wrist injuries,” Staci says, flexing their wrists. “For typing.”

“If you’ll listen-”

“Move out of the way, wimps,” Patrick barrels through to the front of the crowd and flexes his muscles. “I was made for sports.”

“SHUT IT!” Chris shouts, forcing everyone silent. He coughs, brushes off his shirt, and speaks. “Today’s challenge is all about esports- AKA, competitive gaming.”

Most of the teens groan, with the exception of one- Bonnie whoops and hollers.

---

BONNIE: “Finally, something I know I can do,”

---

“Music to my ears,” Chris wipes away a fake tear at the sound of the teens’ misery. “If you’ll follow me, we’ll get you all set up.”

---

Chris throws open the doors to a massive stadium, earning some oohs and ahs from the contestants behind him. “This will be your playground for today. Now, esports are taken very seriously in South Korea, so let’s be cautious not to say anything offensive,”

The teams walk behind him as they enter the arena, looking at the thousands of empty seats. Ass elbows Mal in the ribs. “You’d better bring your a-game, miss Asia,”

Mal grins. “You can count on me!”

Chris leads them up to the stage, where a few long tables have been set up with PCs. “This is your first leg of the challenge- the classic multiplayer,” he says. “You and your teams will be competing in a MOBA- a multiplayer online battle area.”

“In traditional MOBAs, there are two teams, but we’ve added three just for kicks. Every contestant will have a class rank that’ll either help or hinder your team, depending on how you wanna use it,” Chris grins. “The last team base standing wins an advantage for the next part of the challenge. Ready your computer and headsets!”

The teens begin taking their seats, most looking relatively unsure of the circumstances. Frollo prods at his computer with the end of his Bible. “What is this strange beast?”

“Okay, don’t tell me you’ve never seen a computer,” Michela says, pulling out her chair.

“I dare not touch it. I only see such wonders at unholy places. Like CVS,”

“It’s, um, powered with the light of God,” she says, leaning over and turning on the PC. The screen flashes white. “See?”

He rolls his eyes. “I cannot use this. Bring me an abacus,”

Michela turns to Albert with an exasperated expression. He shrugs. “We can carry with five players,”

Over at the Yaoi table, things aren’t looking much better. Julia seems to be setting into the computer functions just fine, while everyone else is hovering around Mal.

“What are the ranks and which is the best one?” Ass demands.

“How do I move?” Courtney asks softly.

“Why are the graphics good? They’re scaring me!” Joner whimpers.

“Just GIVE me a second to figure it out!” Mal snaps, trying to turn on her own PC.

Ass glares. “I thought you knew everything about this place,”

“I do! I’m just having technical difficulties!”

Ass rolls their eyes and Courtney yawns.

---

“Your goal today is to protect your own base and destroy your enemies,” Chris explains, pacing back and forth between the players. “You must work together as a team.”

Bonnie adjusts their headset and speaks into the mic. “Okay, listen up, everyone: I can see my rank at the bottom of the screen, and I want everyone to tell me theirs when you find it,”

“I’m, uh, support!” Kelly says.

“Healer!” Staci chimes in.

Max sighs very loudly. “Mage,”

“Tank- perfect, suits me just right,” Phillip says, kicking back in his seat before falling backwards.

“I’m a fighter,” Bonnie goes on, ignoring the commotion. “Okay, Max and I will focus on trying to destroy Team Mojo’s base- they’re the weakest team.” they say, looking up at Frollo scooch back in his seat, away from the computer. “Kelly, I want you and Phillip to defend our base. Staci, stay with them, but keep alert, we might need you.”

Phillip frowns. “Aw, why can’t I-”

“No,” Bonnie says bluntly. He sulks.

---

“So… what’s our gameplan?” Courtney asks Ass.

They shrug. “Ask Miss International,”

Courtney turns to Mal, who’s starting to look nervous trying to navigate her PC.

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MAL: “Okay, food? Yes. Movies? Totally? I LOVE manga and K-Pop. But gaming? Um… not really my thing!”

---

“Ready, players!” Chris says. No one responds. “Set? Go!”

“Um… okay,” Michela says. “I’m a healer. You guys?”

“Support,” Albert says. “Anyone get a better rank?”

“This ain’t fair, baby- I’m a lover, not a fighter!” Austin pouts. Patrick rolls his eyes. “Well, I got bruiser. And I’m not afraid to take a few hits.” he chuckles. “Hey- Hey- wait!”

Patrick rapidly clicks his mouse as his character is almost instantly killed. He stands and swipes his PC off the table with a high-pitched scream.

“Okay. Four players. We can work with four players, right?” Albert says. Michela shrugs.

“Sha-Mod?”

“Mage,” he says. “Austin, let’s go scope out Team Yaoi. Joner has a terrible blindspot.”

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SHA-MOD: “Takes Three actually draws a lot of inspiration from video games, which we play while we’re recording. For… creative inspiration,”

---

“Okay, I’m a healer,” Courtney says contemplatively, clicking their mouse. “What do I do?”

“Just wait at base! We need a decoy,” Mal nods.

Julia raises an eyebrow. “A decoy?”

“Duh, every team needs a decoy- Joner, get out there!”

Julia blinks.

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JULIA: “Something tells me Mal isn’t actually too familiar with online gaming,” she then coughs awkwardly. “Not that… I am, either. You know. That’d be sooo lame.” she laughs nervously.

---

Joner’s character nervously drifts out to sea, so to speak, and stands at the line separating Team Yaoi and Team Friendship’s base. “Okay, what do I do now?” he whispers sharply.

“Go distract them!” Mal says back. “NOW!”

Joner quivers and steps forward into Friendship territory. “Okay, what n-”

Within seconds, Joner’s character has been reduced to miscellaneous CGI body parts on the ground and Kelly and Phillip high-five.

“Ugh! You had ONE JOB!” Mal shouts. “Now you’re in the penalty box!”

Julia rolls her eyes. “It’s only five minutes, calm down,”

“What would you care?”

The blonde’s eye twitches.

---

JULIA: “Okay, fine, I admit it! I play a ton of these stupid games! I mean, it started off as a side hustle- get into the game code, max out my stats and take home cash prizes in local tournaments- but I am like, insanely good at it in normal mode!”

---

“Did Austin get killed again?”

“Yep, he’s in time-out. He’s not taking it too well,” Sha-Mod says as Austin rocks back and forth on the ground behind him and sobs. “Any luck with Frollo?”

“He’s still refusing to get online,” Michela sighs. “He’s just standing there talking about the fortune teller he met in a Costco.”

“Does anyone else think it’s weird we’re talking to each other like we’re in different rooms when we’re all sitting next to each other?” Albert says. The camera zooms out to show them all still lined up at the table while Frollo paces back and forth behind Michela, Austin cries behind Sha-Mod, and Patrick glares and pouts in the corner.

“Okay, um… so, what’s our strategy?” Michela asks Sha-Mod.

“Don’t die,”

---

“How are we holding up?” Julia asks. “I can’t see any of you guys.”

“You can’t see any of us because we’re all dead. Thanks to the brilliant leadership we’re all blindly following!” Ass says sharply.

Mal gasps with offense. “As if it’s my fault! You’re just lazy players!”

Julia massages her temples as the two bicker before finally snapping. “Alright! Listen up! Once you’re all respawned, meet me back at base and we’ll reform,”

---

Michela and Albert both hover over Sha-Mod’s shoulder as he tries to defend base as the last player available.

“Move in!” Bonnie shouts from across the room. They and Max swoop in and destroy Team Mojo’s last soldier, and promptly take the base.

“Yes! Take that!” Max shouts, pointing an accusing finger to the team. Michela raises an eyebrow and he quickly sits back down.

“And we’re rounding out a Yaoi v. Friendship finale here!” Chris says, then chuckles to himself. “Never thought I’d say those words.”

Julia turns to her team. “Are we ready?”

No one looks confident, but all look less confused now that Mal, who’s pouting with her arms crossed, has taken a back seat. “I’m not playing,”

“Suit yourself!” Julia ignores her plea for attention. “Let’s move out!”

“Brace yourselves!” Bonnie warns at the other table. The team buckles in and focuses harshly on their gameplay as four Yaoi players come charging at them.

Poof- Joner out. Then Phillip. Courtney, then Kelly and Staci in one blow. Ass and Max are next to take the fall as they kill each other at the same time, leaving only two.

“Just us now. Better for you to give up while you still have the chance,” Julia says.

“You wish,” Bonnie fires back, and then immediately charges.

Each team watches in stout anticipation, and when the dust clears, Team Yaoi’s base is gone and Bonnie has only taken half the hit points.

Team Friendship cheers and Chris claps slowly. “Nice one. Here’s your advantage,” he tosses Bonnie a plastic baggy.

“Gummy bears?” they raise an eyebrow.

“Oh, you’re going to need the energy. Everyone follow me!”

---

The teens stand behind Chris in a large, black room, looking from side to side for any sign of life.

“What is this?” Ass asks. “What, are you going to lock us in here and have us fight to the death in real life?”

“Heh, I wish. This challenge is the one that’ll determine our winners- and losers,” Chris says, pulling out a VR headset. “It’s time for the latest innovation in gaming- virtual reality!”

“This time, we’ll be testing your mental and physical strength with a series of rhythm-based games, as are popular in the virtual reality cafes of South Korea,” he goes on. “You’ll each be selecting your most capable player to take on the challenge and bring home the gold. Let’s get moving!”

The teams immediately turn to each other and begin discussing amongst themselves.

“I’ll do it,” Sha-Mod immediately volunteers, prompting a sigh of relief from both Michela and Albert.

“It should be Julia, right? She’s the only person here who knows what she’s doing,” Ass says, putting their hands on their hips.

Julia shakes her head. “I’ve never done anything related to VR, it’s completely different,”

“Well, I haven’t either!”

“If I may,” Joner steps up and picks up the headset. “My buddy Eric has one.”

Ass and Julia look between each other, and then shrug. Over at team friendship, the vote seems unanimously for Bonnie- except for Bonnie’s themselves. “I can’t do that,” they shake their head. “I don’t have any good memories associated with those things.”

“Well, the rest of us have NO memories associated with them,” Max insists. “Unless someone else thinks they can-”

“I’ll do it,” Staci snatches the headset. “How hard can it be?”

"Um..." Max starts, but it's too late. They've already merrily skipped across the room.

Chris’ voice catches everyone’s attention. “Alright, campers! Let’s get you set up and ready to rumble!”

The three selected players adjust their VR sets and stand in their designated places, each facing a blank black wall. Chris explains the rules- using their controls, they will slash and hack at oncoming obstacles. One hit and they’re out- last man standing wins.

He blows a whistle and the players begin, huffing and yapping as they swing around their handheld controls. The rest of the teams blink.

“Hm. Guess we should’ve been recording their POV,” Chris says, then shrugs. “Oh well. Notes for next time! Up for some Korean BBQ?” he asks Chef.

“Thought you’d never ask,”

The two walk off, leaving the teens alone. The minutes tick by, and by now just about everyone is sitting on the floor, absent-mindedly watching the contestants grunt and swing their hands around. The sound of their shoes scuffling on the floor is almost comical.

Julia sighs, sitting criss-cross on the ground. Her eyes drift to Bonnie. “Why aren’t you up there?”

“Not a huge VR fan. You?”

“Same,” Julia leans back against the wall. “Good game, by the way.”

Bonnie raises an eyebrow. “Um… yeah, good game,” they look at the floor for a moment and then dig in their pockets. “Hey, um, I have something for you. From Scruffy,” they hold out the obsidian necklace. “They told me to tell you they’re rooting for you.”

“Oh!” Julia raises her eyebrows and cautiously accepts the gift. “Well.. aren’t you the little messenger.”

Bonnie rolls their eyes and pulls their hoodie over their head. “Just felt like a nice thing to do for Scruffy. With them gone and everything,”

The blonde sulks for a moment, and then quickly turns away. “Yeah, whatever,”

---

BONNIE: “Do I actually… feel bad for Julia? No, no… I must be getting sick,”

---

“What’s the deal with that?” Max asks, watching the interaction curiously. “You better not be befriending the enemy. Having Scruffy go on about her was hard enough.”

“I was just trying to do something nice,”

Max rolls his eyes. “Whatever. Softie,”

“You’re one to talk,” Bonnie mumbles, elbowing him and nodding ahead to where Albert and Michela are giggling about something together. Max turns red and looks away.

“NOOOO!” Sha-Mod shouts, as if in agony, and collapses to his knees. His headset falls off and he coughs weakly before keeling over on the floor.

The commotion recaptures the audience interest and more and more of the respective teams begin turning towards the scuffle. Joner cries out in agony next, and Staci cheers before the VR headsets power down. “Hey, where’d the lights go?”

Chris re-enters the room, dabbing the corner of his mouth with a napkin. “Looks like Team Friendship has secured the win! Wish we could've seen that but hey- budget. Amirite, guys?”

The teens stare back, clearly unamused. Chris chuckles. “Team Mojo, I’ll see you guys at the elimination ceremony,”

The team groans against team friendship’s cheers, and Yaoi just sulks. “You got lucky this time,” Ass snaps at Mal.

---

“What a day. What a meal! Mm!” Chris says, accentuating his point by waving his napkin around. “But I suppose your gruel a la Chef Hatchet will be okay, too. Now, let’s see- you guys failed today, pretty hard. But some of you were more annoying about it than others.

Michela, Albert, and Sha-Mod- you’re safe,” he tosses each a bag of pretzels. “Auuuustin. Patrick- way to rage-quit. And Frollo, you didn’t even try. But only one of you is going home, and that person… is…

Patrick- you’re safe.”

Frollo stands, clutching his Bible. “This cannot be,”

“It can, and it is,”

He suddenly holds out his hands before Chef can grab him. “I received a message in a dream last night. There is a traitor among us,”

Sha-Mod points. “AMONG US!”

Frollo ignores him. “Someone on this plane is not who they say they are, and they will stop at nothing to reach their goal- MURDER!”

The team gasps, then Michela shakes her head. “Wait, why’d we gasp at that? This guy’s crazy,”

“Find the traitor! Before it’s too late!” Frollo insists as Chef approaches, grabbing him by the collar and dragging him to the door. He shrieks as he’s tossed out.

“I’m gonna miss that nutcase,” Chris sighs. “Well, see you all tomorrow!” and with that, he saunters off. Michela and Albert make fleeting eye contact, and then the team slowly walks to economy.

---

Deep within the belly of the plane, tucked within the cargo hold, surrounded by boxes and suitcases and crates galore, Frollo sits. “They don’t believe me, but they will,” he says, drumming his fingers on his Bible. “I must save them. Even if it means getting tossed outside and climbing back in a thousand times. It’s what Jesus would have done…”

A rat sitting beside him squeaks. Frollo pets it. “Yes, my brother. Now,” he says, pulling a vial of holy water from his robes. “Let’s baptize you.”

#ttwt #total takes world tour

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themaladpativedaydreamer · 2 years

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In Third Place...

Meeting The Cast

Pairing: Chris Evans x GN!Reader, Avengers Cast x GN!Reader (Platonic)

Request: Hello! Could I please request a Chris Evans X Male Reader, where the MCU cast meet Chris' husband for the first time, Chris' husband is shy N stuff, trying to make a good impression. But turns out that the MCU is even more nervous and absolutely love him! They actually form a really strong bond and he's part of the family. He can (for sure) be seen on set, bringing Chris actual food. Omg! Imagine him making food for everyone on set, cause they saw what he brought Chris and were jealous XD so much Fluff!

Genre: Fluff

Author Note: You guys must hate too me, apologies for disappearing. I've just experiencing a creative block and I haven't been able to write anything for awhile and the fact that I'm in my exam week does not help. I just wanted to write something that I'll be satisfied with but it hasn't happened until now. Again, so sorry for making you wait so long, I love you all for your support and I hope you enjoy my first Headcanon, feel free to give notes because I would like to get better at writing these and writing more of them.

It all started on the set of the movie ‘Knives Out’ where Y/n was the lead wardrobe stylist and had the chance to meet all the cast members and more particularly, Chris Evans.

Their relationship went from business casual to something more personal. They went out more often and hung out at their houses until they started to develop feelings for each other.

The casual hang outs became dates and they went from being best friends to boyfriends. Their relationship continued for a year before Chris learned that he was utterly in love with Y/n prompting the idea to propose.

Y/n and Chris had officially been engaged and living together but their dream wedding was halted by the pandemic so they had a very short ceremony with only important family members. Y/n had officially taken Evans as a surname.

As things began to ease, in terms of the lockdown and protocols, Chris was able to return back to set and continue working on his movie, Avengers: Endgame. The cast was aware of Chris’ marriage and were insistent on meeting the person who made Captain America happy.

A dinner time conversation later, Y/n had agreed to come on to the set to meet the cast. They were a bit anxious but more excited than ever to meet the people Chris had always spoken about.

Meanwhile on set, “No Tom, you can’t wear your suit to meet Y/n.” Scarlett reprimanded as everyone was anxiously fixing themselves up for the arrival of Y/n Evans. “Maybe the original Avengers should introduce themselves first, they’re more likely to recognize us first?” RDJ offered but this only sparked arguments across the cast.

The arguments ceased when a whistle was heard and their attention was on Chris who had his arm wrapped around his partner and shaking his head at his fellow castmates. Y/n wore a sweet smile letting out a cough to cover the laughter that wanted to escape.

“You must be Y/n! Chris gushes about you all the time.” “He never stops.” Sebastian and Anthony said as they approached Chris’ partner bringing him into a friendly hug. This continued as the rest of the cast introduced themselves as jokes and laughter were shared, Chris was happy to see his two families coming together.

Y/n had visited the set more frequently, bringing all kinds of snacks and drinks, occasionally bringing homemade food and enough for the cast, mainly because they would get jealous and beg Chris to start sharing.

The Marvel fan base even knew Y/n, it all started when Lizzie took a selfie with them and posted on Instagram sooner or later, the entire cast tried to get as many selfies with Y/n as possible.

They had hang outs, movie nights, and shopping sprees. Y/n had been accepted by the entire cast as their Honorary Avenger.

#Chris Evans x GN Reader #Avengers x GN reader #Avengers imagines #celebrity masterlist #Avengers Cast x reader

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cherienymphe · 1 year

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It was definitely racism. The way how Ian had to fight to keep Bonnie in the show bc Julie kept wanting to kill her off. Her treatment of Bonnie was nasty. They couldn't even get proper hair and makeup for her and we finally got that bitch in 4K when she said on Twitter she felt like black woman have some superpower to be healing and protective or some shit and everybody jumped her ass. It doesn't help that sooo many of the male cast members wanted their characters to get with Bonnie meanwhile julie was trying to live vicariously through Caroline

Omg I remember an interview where they all were just hoping to get with Bonnie and it was great. You know Julie was fuming. The HAIR. Made me furious. That stupid bob with the bumped ends! Just hire someone that does black hair it’s so easy. And they could’ve just used her hair but of course they wanted it straight. Reminds me of Taylor from HSM. That stupid wig with no part to be found or the wig with the headband slapped on it. Just zero effort given. And she was such a great character with so much depth and they did her dirty. And she really gave Caroline a chance with darn near all the men including Alaric.

Yes!! It was crazy to literally see and hear these castmates saying they'd like to see their characters with Bonnie (and see them literally flirt with Kat irl) only to have it happen with Caroline instead because Julie was a racist weirdo who was obsessed with seeing herself in Caroline

#asks

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bethanys-adventure · 6 months

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Leading Lady Part 2 - The Trail Marked on your Father's Map

I was going to leave it at one part, but I'm on holiday in Cornwall and I can't stop thinking about Tilly and Mollie. I couldn't just leave it on a cliffhanger (plus I'm a sucker for happy endings).

Title is from: Kiss Me - Sixpence None the Richer

"Come on, Matilda... you can do this... you can tell her."

Tilly had been standing outside of Mollie's apartment building in Truro for the last ten minutes, attempting to psyche herself up.

It was their day off filming and after days of delving through her feelings, Tilly had decided that she was going to at least hint to Mollie that she might be into her.

The plan was to invite Mollie out for a walk around the city, maybe grab something to eat - maybe a drive out to a scenic spot... and hopefully, then Tilly could confess her feelings. They'd share a gentle kiss under the stars before heading back to where they were staying - Mollie to her flat, and Tilly to her airbnb. Tilly had even brought a small bouquet of violets, the cashier gave her a knowing glance but asked no questions.

After a few more moments of fretting, Tilly finally looked down at the intercom. The third button down was neatly labelled "Mollie Chenoweth" with a doodle of a wave in a blue biro. She pressed the button and shut her eyes as she heard the agonising buzz and waited. She prayed to whatever deity was there that there would be an answer.

It felt like hours, but in reality it was only 30 seconds before there was a crackling sound. And then... she heard her.

"Dyhd da!" (Hello!)

Mollie's cheerful voice rung through the intercom, with some feint music in the background. It sounded a bit like something sung by Baby Queen. It made Tilly narrow her eyes, it seems that someone had been watching Heartstopper recently...

"Hey Molls, it's me. I was just thinking we could hang out?"

Tilly cursed herself for what she had just said. 'Hang out'? She wasn't 9 years old. Who asks to hang out anymore?

But Mollie simply giggled "Yeah, sure. Head on up, I'm on the second floor."

The door clicked and Tilly released a breath she never realised she was holding. Now was her chance. As she ascended the stairs to the second floor, Tilly found herself going over and over what she was going to say. She couldn't just blurt out that she was in love with Mollie from the get go. Besides, she had no idea if Mollie even liked her back.

By the time she reached her front door, Tilly could hear the change in music. Girl in Red. If she could listen hard enough, she was convinced that she could hear Mollie sing along.

"We fell in love in October - That's why, I love fall. Looking at the stars, Admiring from afar."

Tilly felt a form of heat to her cheeks as she heard Mollie sing, not wanting to knock on the door - knowing that it would disturb her.

But then she realised how weird it would be to just loiter outside her door. So, she reluctantly knocked.

Once.

Twice.

At the second rasp of her fist against the door, the music was turned down and footsteps approached the door. The handle turns and Tilly has to try her best to not go completely giddy.

Mollie was wearing a cotton blouse and a pair of dungarees, her round glasses perched on the bridge of her nose and her brown curls relaxed.

She leaned against her door frame with a contented smile "So, Tills... to what do I owe this pleasure?"

Tilly felt the heat return to her cheeks, remembering the bouquet she had hidden behind her back "I... oh..."

She almost thrusted the bouquet in Mollie's face "I saw these and kinda thought of you."

Though the gesture and wording took her by surprise, it wasn't shown on Mollie's expression. She just smiled and took the violets "I appreciate you thinking of me. Come inside while I grab a vase!" Before disappearing inside her flat.

Tilly followed behind, trying to absorb every detail of decoration - the potted plants, the craft corner, the photographs of her with friends and family. It seemed like a homely place, a far cry from where she was staying. It was somewhere Tilly wouldn't mind staying.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't even noticed that the music had now stopped, with Mollie popping her phone in the pocket of her dungarees - the vase of violets blending seamlessly into the room, as if it was always meant to be there.

"What's the plan then? Do you want to go out on a drive? Or did you fancy staying in town?"

At that point, any ideas had gone out of Tilly's head. All she thought of was kissing every freckle on Mollie's adorable nose.

God, stop it Matilda! She's staring at you!

The heat returned to her cheeks "Yeah, sorry. I did have an idea, but I'll be honest I completely forgot."

Mollie bit her lip as she thought for a moment and Tilly nearly keeled over at the sight.

"Have you eaten yet?"

Tilly shook her head, she was starving and the thought of food made her place a hand on her stomach.

"Right, we'll pop into town and grab a pasty - then we can go on a scenic drive. Maybe head down to a nice beach somewhere? I could take you to the Towans in Hayle, I used to go there all the time as a child!" Her eyes lit up like Christmas lights, and who was Tilly to resist when the idea made Mollie look so cute?

As they drove along, Mollie let Tilly choose the playlist that played over her speakers. When she couldn't choose, Mollie smiled knowingly and let her make her own playlist.

"Are you sure? On your account?"

"Why not? We're bound to have many drives like this while we're filming." As the car stopped at a halt at a red light, Mollie locked eyes with her leading lady "Besides, it'll be nice to have something to remind me of you after filming ends."

Was that a sign? Or was she just being friendly?

So Tilly just smiled and made up a playlist - titling it "Drives with Tilly 🌊⭐️☀️" making sure to put both of their favourite artists on there - Taylor Swift, Kylie, Baby Queen, Blondie and a few classics. Tilly even slipped in a few Girl in Red songs.

They'd pull up on a cliff side and eat their pasties with views of the sea before finding a nice patch of grass to sit on. Mollie put her denim jacket on the ground so that Tilly wouldn't get her dress dirty. The sound of the waves lapped over them, the gentle breeze blowing Tilly's hair and ruffling Mollie's curls lightly.

"I don't know why, but I get the vibe that you've been wanting to tell me something."

At that, Tilly felt a chill down her spine. Had Mollie really sussed her out? She looked at her feet, she couldn't deny it - but the thought of telling her felt like her vocal cords were tightening.

"I'm... oh God..." Tilly took a deep breath "I think I'm queer? I don't know. I'm not straight, but I can't put a label on it."

Silence lingered across the air, as Tilly looked up at Mollie - desperately waiting for a response.

"I'm honoured that you trust me enough to tell me this. You don't need to put a label on your sexuality, identifying as queer is super valid. It took me a while to come to terms with my own sexuality." Mollie smiles, and takes Tilly's hand as a sign of solidarity "If you ever need to confide in anyone about it, I'm always here for you."

But Tilly couldn't just leave it at that. She placed her free hand on Mollie's cheek to gauge her reaction.

Mollie's eyes softened, as if everything was falling into place. Her hand moved to cup Tilly's cheek in return before leaning in.

Oh my god, it's happening! It's really happening!

As their lips met, Tilly was convinced she felt fireworks. Sure, they had kissed on camera for work... but this was different. This wasn't their characters, but real life. There was emotion in this kiss.

When they pulled away, Tilly's face was red and she was breathing heavily "Wow..." She saw how Mollie had a large grin on her face, lying back into the grass and looking up at the sky "As you can probably tell by now... I have major feelings for you."

Mollie rolled her head to the side, her smile infectious and giddy "You have no idea how long I've been hoping this would happen! I didn't want to make the first move as I didn't want to assume anything about you."

At that point, Tilly lunged over at Mollie to hug her - the duo giggling and laughing like young children. Their lips met again and again before Mollie tucked a strand of Tilly's hair beneath her ear.

"Allow me to officially ask, Matilda Holden... Will you be my girlfriend?"

Tilly was quick to nod before squeaking out "Yes!"

And as the day moved on, the two got back into Mollie's Fiat 500 and drive into Hayle. Mollie would tell stories of passing through the Towans, the pub that scared her as a child (who names a pub "The Bucket of Blood"?), jumping off the sand dunes at the beach and trying to make friends with the tourists' children who would frequent the beach during the school holidays.

"Nothing much has changed here. Except for the fact that Hayle has completely expanded and looks a bit gentrified. The beach still looks the same, though."

Tilly would nod along and try to visualise Mollie's childhood - which was so much different from her own. But as she looked out across the beach, the lack of people seemed odd.

"Is the beach usually this empty?" She asked curiously.

Mollie shook her head "It's out of the tourist season, so you occasionally get the odd person walking their dog. Or surfers if the waves are good." She paused as she took Tilly's hand and walks her along the beach, revelling in the sun and the sound of the waves lapping against the shore.

There was no one on the beach, it was a Monday afternoon - the high tide was slowly starting to come in. And Mollie had a romantic idea, her grin grew mischievous as her arms wrapped around Tilly.

"Dance with me."

"What?"

Mollie winks "You heard. Come on, I'll even give us some music to dance to!"

She could sense Tilly's hesitation, so her voice grew calmer "No one will recognise you. I'm willing to cover for you if needed. I promise."

Tilly stopped to think before nodding, a whispered "Okay." Leaving her lips.

Mollie grins and pulled out her phone, tapping a few times before turning up the volume. The phone was put back in her dungarees as she held Tilly and began to sway back and forth.

And Tilly relaxed, resting her head on her leading lady's girlfriend's shoulder.

#original story #original characters #wlw story #lgbt+ characters #omg they were castmates #bisexual character #queer character #I'm in my 'everything needs a happy ending' era #which will not help with other projects where there still needs to be sad times #also woo my second bit of proper lgbt writing #written on my phone so please excuse any poor grammar

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