@ChrisEvans: Dodger Has A Lion That He Loves Dearly. He Brings It To Bed Every Single Night. Yesterday,

Goodness, I love this. So much 😍

Since We’re Alone | 4

a/n: 5k of getting to know each other.

Phoebe flopped down on her hotel bed with little enthusiasm, paying no mind to LA’s glistening skyline flickering up at her. She knew the team meant business by putting her up in a room just as expensive as Shawn’s, but she was too busy to gawk at the city because her mind was flooded with opinions and guilt and excitement regarding The Meeting. 

They’d Ubered to some corporate building in West Hollywood. The traffic was bad. Phoebe wore a pencil skirt. 

She remembered Shawn’s uneasy expression when the mock-up contract was slid across the table, Andrew’s face lighting up like that of a kid’s in a candy shop. 

Phoebe’s suspicious nature pushed her to read the fine print. 

Shawn’s A&R guy tapped his foot on the marble tile in annoyance while she inspected every word, but Shawn’s gaze was fixed on her chin as a proud smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth. 

She was no match for the industry. 

He kind of liked it. 

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So weird cos I was discussing songs from back in the 00’s with my colleague the other day and he said “whatever happened to Akon?” so of course I spent the next 20 mins showing him all the amazing stuff Akon has done in Africa.

And now he pops up on Twitter, tweeting one of my faves.

These weird coincidences keep happening to me!

Akon is busy building so many things in Africa and found time to tweet Shawn! Omg why do I wanna SCREAM?! This is fucking amazing!

Always love a bearded Chris. 💗

Chris Evans - Ace Comic Con.

@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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steve rogers + his beard serving looks 💯

Yall ever procrastinate sleeping? Like you should be asleep and you want to but you just.. keep doing more things for no reason?

How the Grinch Stole Christmas (2000) dir. Ron Howard

I love this sass/truth. I feel it in my soul 😂

You seem very dependent on men

i’m actually dependent on my full time job however men are my favourite pastime