Interview With Chris Evans On His Directorial Debut Before We Go From The Hollywood Reporter

That’s Louis Rossman, a repair technician and YouTuber, who went viral recently for railing against Apple. Apple purposely charges a lot for repairs and you either have to pay up or buy a new device. That’s because Apple withholds necessary tools and information from outside repair shops. And to think, we were just so close to change.

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What advice would you give women struggling to find their self-worth?

My ex was a foot taller than me and I loved it. YES for tall boys 😍

Shawn is literally an entire foot taller than me. I'll get neck cramps if I ever get to meet him

just tell him to get on his knees

😧 that was not how I was expecting that conversation to go! Crazy how well you write the tension, I could feel it.

Can I please be tagged in future updates, @particulataste ? 😀

Because of You | Part 3 (Smut)

Authors Note: I kinda struggled writing this chapter, I knew what wanted to happen but it was just so short I struggled to make it lengthy. Anyways, we’re still on that one-update-a-week role I’m so proud.

Summary: Shawn’s settling in and Lola can’t seem to keep her mouth shut, even if she only means well.

Warnings: slight smut; oral (male receiving), swearing.

Word Count: 2,262

He’s sweating.

There’s dirty oil smothering his bulging biceps and his short sleeves have been rolled up, sitting on his shoulders. His hair is a mess, slicked back with gel and sweat but the girl in the sunflower dress thinks he looks like sex.

He’s meant to be working, refitting an engine, to be exact. He isn’t, though. Instead, he’s chatting up Corina, his boss’ niece and if it isn’t for Mackey working across the garage, he’d have her bent over the table with that pretty little dress hiked up her waist as he pounded into her pussy.

She’s perfect, he thinks. Gorgeous skin, innocent eyes that he knows will be the death of him, and the most mind-blowing hourglass figure that he can even make out beneath her loose fitted dress. He can only imagine how juicy those tits must be.

He doesn’t bother trying to hide his clear arousal toward the young woman, and if anything, he makes it clear as day when Mackey looks over and the tall boy is pressing himself against her, a taunting smirk on his lips as he whispers something filthy in her ear.

Mackey shakes his head and clears his throat, supposes he should probably help a brother out. “Yo, Shawn,” he calls out, watching as Shawn looks over Corina’s shoulder to see him. “Go take your break. I got it down here.”

He doesn’t bother hiding his grin as he wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her into the building, giggles slipping past her lips when he guides her into the bathroom.

He’s shoving her against the door, lips hot on her neck and she sighs out in sweet relief. Her skin tastes like strawberries and Shawn can’t get enough, swears it’ll be the death of him. She tugs on his slicked-back curls, knows they’re gonna be untamable, but at this moment, he can’t seem to care.

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I literally just spat out a mouthful of tea when I read this reply 😂

Also, I love the #cactusgate

I knoww everyones too afraid to ask about it ever since he got a little too sassy with that girl in LA like they think he’s gonna hate them but he won’t even remember them in a day so literally do your worst because he won’t remember you either way

someone ask him what to do if youre dating a bad kisser hahahahahah

Chris Evans + his adorable nose scrunch

The Holiday (2006), dir. Nancy Meyers

My BFF service dog got Chris attentions. To be fair, he knows Rhydian since his first Con when he dressed as Captain Americadog

@harryandmolly you have no idea how giddy I get when I get the notification you’ve posted more!

This is absolute gold... and I love Penny, she’s so well written ❤️

Complicit // 8

summary: Shawn is under more pressure than he’s ever known. He craves release and comfort, the simplicity of sex. He gets more than he bargained for.

warnings: language, NSFW (the kind that anon politely asked me not to write but I did it anyway – this is your warning, sweet friend), alarming tenderness… and what comes after

WC: 6.9k

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S.M.: Can I ask you for something?

Penny wakes up to see a text sent at 2:30am on the morning of her day date with Shawn. He requested the day date specifically – he’s been in Europe for a week for a festival in Helsinki and his body clock is so fucked up he feels sick when he tries to figure out what day it is.

He has the day to himself before he has a Bex outing planned for that evening – drinks at The Nice Guy, some kissing and maybe a little minor groping outside the cars as they leave conspicuously together. He wants to spend those hours before, his hours, with Penny.

Orthodontist: You may.

S.M.: Can we be cozy? I want to see you but I’m fucking wiped out. Cozy sweats day?

Penny frowns at the frantic tugging in her gut, the one Silver trained to save her from something all escorts go through at one point or another, the one that should make her wary of the potential intimacy of something like this. Penny clears her throat and lets her thumbs fly.

Orthodontist: Of course. See you soon.

She’s paid to give the client what they want. If they want the girlfriend experience, that’s what she’ll do. It’s not unique to Shawn, anyway. Plenty of clients have asked for lower key dates once they get comfortable with her. She understands that, the need for that kind of comfort. She used to need that, too.

But the tugging reminds her of the other circumstance. Shawn requested a house call. Again, not unique to him at all. But she has this funny feeling that if Silver took a look at her schedule and saw the date herself, she’d make that carefully concerned-but-not-too-concerned-because-you’re-a-grown-up-and-my-business-partner face. She loves Silver endlessly, but that face makes her feel small.

Penny shakes her head, but just minutely in case he’s watching her walk up through the window. She focuses on the date, on being prepared for whatever he may need from her when she walks through that door.

Client’s needs. Client’s needs.

Penny lets it take over like a mantra as she parks her normal car, the leased white 2021 Passat, beside his Tesla in his driveway like she’s done it a million times. She walks up the steps and rings the doorbell, tucking her hands into the front pocket of her Ivy Park hoodie, trying to look anywhere but right at his front door.

When it swings open, she feels like her heart has spilled out onto her shoes. He’s in a pair of green and blue plaid pajama pants that are inexplicably a little long and pooling around his ankles, despite his impressive height, and a big, loose t-shirt. His hair is wet. He smells like warm soap. His smile is soft and flat. He stands aside to let her in.

“Hi, Penny.”

She hides the full body shiver by doing a quick turn like she’s interested in looking around his foyer. She plasters on a smile.

She’s in his house.

“Hi, Shawn.”

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This was heart wrenching but so good, @rulerofnocountry 😍☺️

SM Summer Challenge: “I’m Not Okay”

a/n: ahahah why the FUCK did i write this. do i hate myself? maybe.  wow. some smut mention. mega angst. cussin’. the usual.

song: Lany ft Julia Michaels - Okay

The setting sun casts pretty golden shadows through the apartment as lights beginning to twinkle outside in the impending dusk. She can see out to the East River, the Bridge, into Manhattan’s sparkle. It’s a sight that she never thought she’d tire of, an illuminating promise. Filled with all the hopes and dreams and luck of every soul in the city. Magical, once upon a time. Breathtaking, romantic… 

That view was one of the reasons she’d settled on this apartment in the first place, despite the location, and everything  else about it, being way outside of her budget. It was a lavish home, much more apartment than she could ever need on her own… and far more than she’d ever hoped to have in her life. But, at the time… it hadn’t been her decision alone.

Now, she sits on her couch, doing exactly what she told herself she wouldn’t do. She’s holding her breath, staring at the clock on the side table, watching with a sick sinking in her stomach as the time clicks 7:59pm to 8:00pm.

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