Would you do a top 5 captain moments? Like of of any of the captains just being generally awesome?
Of course I can my bean! I don’t know if you meant just thing they did or my favorite captains’ interactions…either way, I’m going with the latter because we witnessed some really some iconic meetings indeed
1. “Don’t you ever forget my worthless pride.”This whole scene shows how complex the relationship between Oikawa and Ushijima is. I don’t think Ushijima ever wanted to purposefully hurt Oikawa here, I think he said “you chose the wrong path” because he has this perfect idea in his mind of what Oikawa should have done to make his talent bloom. He saw his potential and thought that the only way for him to fully use it was to go to Shiratorizawa. At the same time, it shows how a great captain (the best captain, in my opinion) Oikawa is. His worthless pride made him choose friendship, teamwork and constant improvement over “certain victory”. Aoba Johsai is not Oikawa’s reign, it’s not his failed project. It’s the thing he’s the proudest of. It’s his home.
2. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but good work!”. This interaction between Daichi and Oikawa is just PRICELESS. I actually love the way Oikawa kinda respects Daichi. Even if we saw him being extra sassy with other captains, he takes the time to “compliment” him…and the flash back with Kuroo and Bokuto is another perfect interaction of his own. (how much would I’ve paid to have Oikawa in the summer training camp too tbh)
p.s. canon even in irl life Haikyuu tbh
3. The Summer Training Camp Barbecue, aka “the pushy uncles” gang. RIP Tsukki but “you too Kenma, damn it!!!” will go down in history
4. “We won’t lose next time!” And the award for the best fake smile goes to both Kuroo and Daichi! Honestly this is just one but all their interactions are incredible, Kuroo looks like a cat who’s toying with a little bird…he enjoys harrassing him…so much…to much even? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
5. “Don’t be so tense, you guys still have next year!” Speaking of Oikawa being a little shit to other captains, his talk with Futakuchi before the Seijoh vs Dateko match got me on the floor. Futakuchi is all intense but Oikawa offered nothing but his fake smile and cheerfull attitude. That “I know right?” at the very end is the definition of savage. I love him.
- bonus: Kuroo and Bokuto. Theirs are not simple interactions, they are the perfect picture of a power friendship. OYA OYA OYA!
And The Oscar Goes To Also on AO3 Being publicly in the closet means Stiles can’t go to the Academy Awards with who he really wants, but it’s not like he’s going to win so he doesn’t have to worry about slipping up and thanking Derek in his speech… right?
This one is for my OSA (one sentence anon) who keeps cheering me on and motivating me. I wouldn’t have finished this WIP if it wasn’t for you, so thanks dude, whoever you are!
Earlier in his career, Stiles Stilinski had thought that walking one red carpet meant he had walked them all, but this award season had proved that assumption to be totally false. Walking a red carpet when you’ve been nominated for an award at the show was an entirely new experience. Sure, he had been nominated for People’s Choice Awards and more fan-driven ones before, but this year he had finally broken out of the rom-com and buddy comedy genres and into roles that challenged him. And this year, he was walking the red carpet at the Oscar with the chance to win not just one, but two once he entered the building.
Some had called 2016 his breakout year, others had said they knew that he could do it all along, and others still had questioned his ability to take on some of the more serious roles until they saw the films he was starring in. So here he was, at his third Academy Awards, but this time he was nominated instead of just attending. It had been a nerve-wracking award season that had left Stiles with a Golden Globe, a SAG award, and two Critic’s Choice awards, but none of that would hold a candle to this.
“Stiles, you have to move,” Lydia Martin–his agent and manager–said to him, pushing him toward the final reporter along the carpet. “Smile more.”
Stiles resisted the eyeroll that he could feel building; he didn’t want to be on the cover of some trashy tabloid with his eyes rolled back in his head and a caption commenting on his mental instability or an attitude problem. “Stiles! You look great,” Erica Reyes from Access Hollywood said, her voice sweet as syrup and her lips fire-engine red.
“So do you, Ms. Reyes. Are you sure I can’t convince you to leave your husband and run away with me?” Stiles said with a charming smile. He had gone to UCLA with Erica’s husband Vernon Boyd and they had been, and still were, good friends. Boyd was currently the star wide receiver for the New Orleans Saints and would kick his ass if he were here in that moment.
“Ah ah ah, you know that I’m loyal,” Erica said with a smile. “But what about you? Who are you here with? Have a hot date that you’re hiding somewhere?”
“Of course I do,” Stiles told her. “My dad’s right over there.”
“Oh! Of course he is; he’s your permanent date during award season.” Erica said and then waved. “Hi, Sheriff.”
John Stilinski waved back with a smile, “Aren’t you going to ask me who I’m wearing?”
“I would, but that’s Laura Hale and I need to catch her before she gets inside. She and that hunky artist brother of hers skipped half the reporters already; I can’t let them skip me,” Erica said, giving Stiles a little smile. “It was lovely talking to you Stiles; good luck!”
“Y/N!” your manager squeaked as she ran in, her arms wrapped around your body before you could take off the headphones.
“You and Daveed are number two on the charts!” she screeched, your mouth hung open as you looked out the window to Daveed. Your arms wrapped around your manager quickly as your eyes watered.
This is one of the first times you had been on top in a long time, it wasn’t that your music was bad you just always took it off of iTunes and Google Music.
You unwrapped yourself and walked out of the booth, hugging Daveed once you were out. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist and your heart beat quickened.
You had been in a secret fling with Daveed since the night at the restaurant, it had been exactly seven months since that night and you couldn’t be happier. Of course your crew, friends, family and managers knew, they had to know but they had to swear that they wouldn’t tell anyone.
He let go of you and kissed your forehead, the managers and crew ‘aw’ing at the sweet gesture. Your face blushed deeply before letting go of him.
“I’ve got to finish.” You whispered to him and he nodded, and pecked your lips as you walked back into the booth. You smiled at Daveed as you set the headphones on your head, the music starting again.
You rapped the lyrics you and Daveed had written only months prior to this certain day. His heart melted as he watched you do the thing you loved.
Well, the other thing you loved doing.
When Y/N was out of the booth she sat on Daveed’s lap and listened to the track. Your phone vibrated against your butt, making you shuffle uncomfortably and Daveed to moan loudly.
“Stop that, babygirl.” he whispered in your ear, you bite your lip and turned your head to look back at him. “Shh,” you hushed and shuffled again. His hands squeezed your hips as he kissed the spot behind your ear. “I’m serious. If you don’t daddy will punish you.” your breath got caught in your throat, choking softly.
You lifted yourself from his lap and took your phone from your back pocket. You checked the nonsense that was being thrown around Twitter.
Some of the supporters you had followed were tweeting you and Daveed like you two just killed a man.
@KillmeDaveed: ARE YOU AND @Y/T/U DATING? @DaveedDiggs
Your eyebrows knitted together.
Well, of course the two of you were dating but Jesus, nobody was suppose to know.
@Million(Your and Daveeds ship): THEY’RE FINALLY TOGETHER!! PRAISE THE LORD!!!!!
You clicked the picture and looked at it. It was a picture of you and Daveed. It was from a long time ago, it was from the first award show you had gone with each other. His hand was interlocked with yours and you both were looking up at each other. It was a picture you had taken right before you all left. You looked so happy.
“What are you looking at?” Daveed asked as you rested back in his lap, “A picture.” You mumbled and looked behind you.
“How do you think everyone would act if we told the fans that we’re dating?” you asked, his eyes met with yours and he kissed your nose.
“I’m not sure. Of course, we would get hate but so many people love you so I think they’d be happy for us.” He reassured you, a smile spread across your face as he spoke.
“Good because I think they have an idea.” you turned your head to look back at your phone, “What?” he asked with a laugh, you looked for the tweet again and clicked on it. You turned and showed Daveed, his face read over the tweet before he took your phone from your hands and clicked the picture.
He smiled at it before kissing your cheek. “Should we tell them?” he asked, you shrugged and stuck your hand out for your phone. He gave you your phone as you lifted from his lap. “Do you want to tell them?” you asked and he nodded. “Then I guess we’ll tell them,” you smiled and grabbed his hand, trying to lift him from his chair.
His body raised from the chair and his arms wrapped around you. He hands lingered to your butt as he looked down at you, his hands roughly squeezed it roughly. You bite your lip and began to speak.
“I’m hungry, can you take me to get something to eat?” you asked with a pout playing at your lips, he smiled and leaned down, pecking your lips.
You lead him to the car and scooted yourself in it, you looked at him as he went into the other side. He backed out and drove away, his hands met yours as you smiled widely. “What do you want to eat?” he asked, you shrugged.
“Sonic?” you asked as turned your body to his, he smiled and nodded. His hand left yours and met with your thigh, “Daveed,” you warned and looked at him, “Not now.” you mumbled, a smirk playing at his lips as his hand traveled further up your body.
“I’m serious,” you whined as his hand went higher, “Are you sure?” he asked, you nodded. “Is that why you were teasing me infront of everyone?” he asked, your breath caught in your throat as you opened your mouth.
“I don’t know what you mean,” you mumbled and he smiled, “You don’t?” he asked with a chuckle. “I’m sure.” you nodded and looked out the window.
“Hm,” he hummed as he pulled into the drive thru. “What do you want?” he asked, you gave him a ‘you-know-what-i-want’ look as he chuckled and ordered.
“Oh my God! You’re Daveed Diggs and Y/N Y/L/N!” the girl at the window screeched, a smile grew on both of your faces as she handed you the food. “Can I take a picture?” she asked, you both nodded. You unbuckled your seatbelt and scooted closer to Davved. Your hand went around to his chest, resting it on his heart. You smiled and sat your head on his shoulder.
The girl quickly snapped the picture and awed. “You two should date!” she screeched, you looked at Daveed, a huge smile spreading across both of your faces. “Is there-” the girl cut herself off with a squeal.
“You’re dating?” she asked, you both nodded and she squealed again, “Okay, we have people behind you, I- Oh my God! Thank you for the picture!” she jumped around a bit as you drove off.
You took a fry and ate it, your eyes meeting his body as he drove. The way his biceps bulged when he squeezed the wheel and the way he would bite his lip when a sexual song would come on
You finished the remainder of the food, as he pulled into the apartment you both shared. “I can’t believe how excited she got when she saw us,” you began, Daveed nodded and got out of the car, waiting for you to do the same.
You started walking to the apartment, your hands reaching back for Daveeds. He happily took your hands in his, interlocking your fingers with his.
“Can i see your keys?” you asked and looked behind you, he smiled and nodded handing them to you, you smiled and unlocked the door, going straight to the bathroom.
One week later and the both of you were getting ready for an award show. You had done your makeup and hair before putting on the black and gold fitted dress. You smoothed it out and put on the black heels you had set out.
“You look so hot,” Daveed said, making your smiled widely. “You don’t think this dress is too much?” you asked and looked at your cleavage. “My boobs basically pop out.” you told him, he smiled and walked to you, his hands wrapped around your waist.
“You’re stunning.” he kissed your temple, “And you looking the way you do, just make you lucky tonight, kitten.” you smiled and giggled. “I’m already lucky, daddy.” you teased, he stiffened at the nick name and kissed your neck before he walked away. “We’ve got to go or we’re going to be late.” he mumbled, you nodded and grabbed your phone, walking out of the shared bedroom and out of the apartment, Daveed following you.
You walked down the carpet, your hands interlocked with his. You both stopped quickly as someone started to ask you questions.
“How long have you been together?” the reporter asked, you looked at Daveed as he looked at you “Half a year, i believe.” you responded, “And are you guys thinking of making a family?” they asked, both your and Daveed’s eyebrows knitted.
“Uh, we like to live in the now and not in the future.,” Daveed said pausing, “But if we did end up pregnant then yes, we’d start a family.” you nodded and smiled up at Daveed, his hand leaving yours to wrap his arm around your waist.
“I think we should get going,” Daveed nodded towards the entrance to the award show, you nodded and smiled at the people before walking off.
Daveed’s hand travelled down to your butt as he squeezed it like he’s done so many times before, you looked up at him and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him towards you. You set your lips next to his ear before whispering ‘Not here, daddy.’
His lips turned into a smirk, he moved so he was standing straight again. “I think we should, kitten.” you shook your head and leaned onto him, he smiled and started to guide you to your seat.
You both sat down as the lights dimmed and people started talking, you looked at saw the cast of Hamilton was sitting beside the two of you, you smiled at Lin before setting your head on Daveed’s shoulder as they started giving out awards.
“And best album goes to,” there was a soft pause before an audible gasp was sounded, “Daveed and Y/N!” she shouted, you smiled at Daveed and lifted yourself from the chair before walking out and into the aisle. You kissed Daveed once he was out of the aisle of chairs before the both of you walked up on stage, hand in hand.
“Oh God,” you smiled widely as you looked among the people and stared at Daveed. “If you would of told me that i was going to be standing up here with Daveed I would of laughed and walked my happy ass away,” you chuckled with the rest of the crowd. “But I’m happy to be here with him,” you smiled up at the man, a twinkle was held in his eyes as you finished the speech. “He and the fans are all of my stars and moons, i wouldnt trade anyone of them for a million dollars.” you smiled and hugged onto Daveed, he wrapped his arms around you before he let go and pulled a piece of paper from his back pocket. He unfolded it as you moved away from him.
“In the words of Lin, I am too old to freestyle,” Daveed chuckled as you slapped his arm. “But, i did write a little something.” you smiled softly and looked at him as he began to speak.
You looked at him, your eyes held love and your smile couldn’t leave your face. He looked at you before finishing. “I love this girl with all my heart,” he said before leaning down and kissing your lips.
You both walked backstage and to the award engraver thing. You held onto Daveed as he handed the award to the man and handed hi a card with your address on it, “She’s not feeling well, can you send this to us?” The man nodded as you both walked away.
“What would you say if i told you i wanted to rip that dress off of you?” Daveed asked, you looked at him and bite your lip as you walked out. “I’d tell you to do it.” Daveed smirked and walked quickly to the car, unlocking the doors he opened the passenger side door and let you in before he walked to the other side. You watched him get in, the bulge that was already starting the show, catching your eyes.
He turned the engine on and quickly sped out of the parking lot. You moved up your dress until it was bunched around your hips, going to lay your head down on his lap, Daveed smirked and looked down at you for a quick moment before he spoke.
“Are you going to suck daddies cock like the good little bitch you are?” Daveed growled out, you nodded and unbuttoned his pants. He lifted his hips slightly and allowed you to take off the extremely tight boxers and pants.
You kissed the head of his cock before taking him in your mouth. He let out a soft moan as you sucked on the lip and kitten licked the slit of his cock.
You pushed your mouth down his cock, taking most of him in your mouth. He hit the back of your throat before you choked, you head jerking forward. Daveed’s hand made contact with your head before he pushed your head down to take his whole cock.
“Oh, you usck my cock so good, baby!” he moaned, letting go of your head. You lifted your head all the way up his cock, your tongue meeting the underside of his hardened dick, you ran your tongue over the long thick vain, making him moan loudly. He moved his hand to your thigh, his hand quickly finding your covered pussy. He pushed his hand down the front of your panties before smirking.
“You’re already so wet,” he teased his finger down your slit before he spoke again.
“Did daddy do this to you?” he asked, you nodded and took his cock back in your mouth. “Are you sure? I bet someone else did.” he chuckled, you shook your head again, taking him all the way down your throat.
“I would of sworn Anthony made your pussy drip,” Daveed smirked, his finger pushed halfway into your pussy which made you moan loudly. Your head left his dick, your hand finding his throbbing dick.
He pulled his finger from your warm cunt and took it form your panties. He lifted his finger so it was in front of your face. “I bet you’re willing to do anything for your daddy, right? Anything to prove that your daddy made you this wet?” he teased, your mouth opened and looked up at him.
“Yes, daddy. I’m willing to do anything for you.”
Daveed put his finger on your lips as you spoke, you took his finger, sucking on it. You moaned at the taste of yourself, “Such a good girl.” he whispered and took his finger from your mouth, a audible ‘pop’ being heard.
He took his hand from your body and told you to get up, which you obeyed. “Put daddies cock up, we don’t want anyone to see his dick, right?” you nodded in agreement and pulled his boxers and pants back up.
You left the car once he had parked. You waited for him before walking into your apartment. Your lips met almost instantly when you closed the door to your apartment. His hands rested on your hips as yours rested behind his neck.
“You’re so hot,” he murmured against your lips while he unzipped your dress. You let out a soft hum to thank him, pulling the sleeves of the dress down your shoulders. You pulled away from him and pushed off his jacket and unbuttoned the shirt.
His hands tapped the back of your thighs, signaling you to jump. You jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist, your hands making contact with his hair. He brought you to the couch, and laid you on it. His groin grinded into your crotch. You let out a loud moan when he removed himself from you. He moved his pants and boxers from your body before he pulled your panties down.
“Your pussy is so pretty, kitten. You look so hot like this,” he smirked, “Helpless, under my control. You’re such a good whore.” you let out a whimper at his words. He sat on the opposite end of the couch, his hands pulling you up.
“Are you going to ride me?” he asked as your knees went to straddle him. You nodded, “Your words.” he whispered as he put his hand on his cock. He stroked himself and lined the head of his cock against your entrance. You let out a soft moan at the pressure before you slid down, a moan erupting from the both of you.
You allowed yourself to adjust, your eyes meeting with his as you started to grind against him. A deep growl left the safety of his lips, before they attacked your own.
You started moving a little faster, his hands finding your hips. He started to move you up and down slowly until he got you in a pace he liked. Your hands tugged on his tight curls, his lips allowing moans to spill into your mouth. You kept the pace until he moved his lips to your neck, he pressed a tough kiss to the base before sinking his teeth into your skin.
A whimper left your lips as he sucked and licked at the skin surrounding your neck. You felt a knot start to tighten in your stomach, a loud moan leaving both of your lips as he moved his fingers to your clit, rubbing fast circles.
“Are you going to cum?” he asked, “Are you going to cum for daddy?” he whimpered out making you nod quickly. He let out a loud grunt as you squeezed around him.
He lifted his hips to met yours as you came around his cock, not long after you he came. You let out a small whimper as you stopped moving. He helped lift you from him, letting out a sigh. You closed your eyes and lifted your arm to cover them.
There was a knock at the door before it opened. You both scrambled to find your close when your neighbor, Sally, walked in.
“I made you some cookies for you guy to- OH MY GOD!” she screeched and sat the cookies down before running out, slamming the door behind her.
“Please do not have any kids!” she shouted, making your eyes widened.
“That’s officially one of the most embarrassing things ever,” you whispered, Daveed chuckled and smiled before getting up. “That’s okay, maybe we should make more babies though.” he winked and picked you up, a smile wide smile playing on your faces.
A/N: Hi hi, I’m back from my hiatus. I didn’t really plan for a hiatus, I’ve just been busy with work and suffering from a bit of a writer’s block. (You can tell I’m still suffering a little because this one’s kind of a mess) Anyhoo, this is a request from @shadowprincess0218. Hope you enjoy it. X
“Oh God,” Chris mumbled under his breath when Jennifer Lawrence finished her speech. You glanced over at your husband, whose hand was now adjusting his tie as a nervous tick. “My category is next,” he said to himself then swallowed the lump in his throat.
“You’re going to be fine.” You assured him, placing your hand on his knee and giving it an assuring squeeze under the table. “Stop fiddling, you’re going to mess up your tie.” You told him but his hand remained on his tie, adjusting and readjusting.
“Why aren’t you nervous?” He raised an eyebrow, glancing at you before focusing his attention back on his perfectly fine tie. “It’s your screenplay I directed, it’s your work on the line too.” He reminded you and you chuckled. “Martin Scorsese won best director for your last screenplay, what if I don’t win one for this one?”
“You will because you’re an amazing director, you wouldn’t have gotten a nomination if you weren’t. Stop, Chris.” You chuckled softly and wrapped your hand around his wrist, pulling his hand away from the tie that he would not stop adjusting. “No matter how many times you adjust that tie, you’re still going to be nervous. Just-” You slipped your cool, dry hand into his clammy one. “Hold my hand and breathe.”
“But my hand is all clammy.” He told you as he tried to pull his hand from yours, only to have you tighten your grip by entwining your fingers with his. “Right,” he chuckled softly, “you don’t care about that. Thank you,” he pressed a kiss to the side of your head and you smiled.
“Let’s move on to our next category, best director.” Your dear friend and husband’s co-star, Robert Downey Jr.- the host of the 89th annual Academy Awards- started. You glanced at Chris when you felt him tense in his seat next to you. “Please put your hands together for Scarlett Johansson and Jeremy Renner, two people I’m proud to call my friends, to present the next award.”
The crowd erupted into an applause as Scarlett and Jeremy walked out, they hugged Robert before stepping in front of the podium with the golden envelope that had the information that could make or break yours and Chris’ heart. You weren’t all that concerned about your screenplay getting best director, you were more concerned about your husband getting it because he was an amazing director who deserved all the recognition in the world. Now it was your turn to fiddle; your hand reached for your clover necklace which you wore whenever you felt you needed the luck, and you definitely needed it now. You knew your husband was very talented but talent wasn’t always what got you an Oscar; Leonardo DiCaprio had incredible talent but he only had one Oscar, you could only hope Chris wasn’t as unlucky as Leo.
“And the nominees for best director are…”
You lost focus on Scarlett’s voice when you heard Chris mutter, “I feel sick.” You turned to him and chuckled softly, giving his hand a light squeeze. “I know it’s nerves but- I genuinely feel like I’m going to throw up. Can you do something to distract me?”
“I could kiss you but I’m afraid you’ll throw up in my mouth,” you told him and he chuckled. “Just keep your eyes on me, focus on my touch, and match my breaths.” You instructed and he followed. “How did you manage award shows before me, Christopher Evans?” You teased him and he chuckled again.
“With great difficulty.”
“And the best director award goes to…” You and Chris turned to the stage as Scarlett opened the envelope. Both her and Jeremy’s smile reached their eyes and you felt your heart skip a beat. Could it be? Was Chris’ name inside the envelope? “Chris Evans!”
Applause and cheers broke out around the two of you. You knew what had just happened but Chris was still in a daze, only realizing it was his name that was called when you pulled your hand away to give him the standing ovation he deserved. He rose to his feet and hugged you tightly, kissing your cheek and whispering an “I love you” in your ear before making his way to the stage.
“Good job, Dorito.” Robert patted him on the back as he walked past.
“Congratulations, Chris,” Scarlett passed him the Oscar then hugged him tightly.
“You deserve it, man.” Jeremy smiled and shook his hand before leaving him to his speech.
The crowd settled and you sat back down as Chris took the podium, he looked at his award then looked out into the crowd at you with a wide smile. You felt tears well in your eyes out of pure adoration and joy for your husband; he was finally getting recognized for something other than his good looks. He was very handsome- there was no doubt about it- but he was so much more than that which was why he enjoyed directing; directing got people talking about his talent rather than his physical appearance.
“Wow,” Chris began speaking and the crowd fell silent. “This is incredibly surreal. I always thought that I’d only ever be up here to present an award, never in a million years did I think I’d get a nomination- let alone a win. I’m incredibly grateful for this opportunity so thank you to the Academy.” The crowd clapped. “And now for the more personal thank yous. To my mom and dad, for giving me the chance to pursue my passion. To Anne, my agent, who got me the jobs that brought me here. And of course, to my beautiful wife, Y/N, who has only made my already wonderful life better with each passing day.”
You smiled and wiped away a tear that fell unknowingly.
“Without you, sweetheart, my life and all of this would be meaningless.” He told you and your smile widened. “You give me all the support and love I need to get through each day and- I just- I wouldn’t be here without you.” He glanced at his Oscar then chuckled, “like literally because she is the reason I had a movie to direct in the first place. Without your talent, I wouldn’t be able to apply mine and I wouldn’t have this Oscar so- from the bottom of my heart, thank you. Thank you for being so talented, thank you for trusting me with your work, and thank you for being the light in my life. I love you, Y/N.” He said and smiled when you mouthed the same three words back.
The music started playing which gave Chris his cue to make his exit and return to your side. “Aren’t they just the cutest?” Robert teased as Chris disappeared back stage with Scarlett and Jeremy. “You should see them when we have them over for dinner, with their heart eyes and their hands all over each other.” You shook your head at Robert, biting back your smile. “Congratulations Chris, and Y/N. Your screenplay got him best director, let’s see if it gets you best screenplay,” he reminded you of your nomination and you suddenly felt the same nerves Chris did earlier. “Let’s move on to the next category, shall we?”
Your nerves disappeared and you redirected your attention when Chris returned; he wrapped his arms around you as you wrapped yours around him. “I told you you’d win,” you whispered as you pulled away. “I didn’t marry you for your good looks, you know.” You teased him and he chuckled, dipping his head to kiss you ever so tenderly on the lips.
“I know,” he whispered when he broke the kiss, “you married me for my Oscar.”
“Like I need yours when I have three at home,” you poked his side and he laughed.
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Sagittarius male: The award for best-looking zodiac sign goes to Sagittarius male AND female; brown hair, very very fit and good looking, striking light brown / green eyes, looks like they are gonna explode at any moment Sagittarius female: The award for best-looking zodiac sign goes to Sagittarius male AND female; Green/blue/light brown eyes, the most striking look from all, perfect eyebrows, looks a bit untouchable
Capricorn male: Always wants to look sophisticated, always has a perfume on, tall, skinny, can be chubby or fat in the later years, glassy look, black/grey/brown eyes, either smiles a lot or doesn’t smile, dark hair Capricorn female: Cold, glassy look, very attractive, interesting nose, perfect eyebrows, light grey/blue eyes, very skinny but can be a little bit chubby sometimes, elegant and feminine in her own way
Aquarius male: Likes to change their style a lot, short, not that thick, curly blonde or light brown hair, light eyes of any color, ugly nose but they’re still cute Aquarius female: Small nose, very healthy looking, light eyes, straight or wavy blonde hair, tall
Pisces male: Either very tall or a bit short; pale; skinny; very dark black or very light blonde hair, very small or very big blue/green/black/grey dreamy eyes, big nose, stylish in any segment of their lives, s-l-a-y-i-n-g jawline, thick and big lips, when they smile they might scare somebody because they look like a snake Pisces female: The most feminine of them all, short or normal height, very pale and has a clean skin, interesting cheekbones and eyebrows, blue/grey/black dreamy eyes, either has no make-up or tons of it but is always cute and attractive
Summary: A requested imagine about having feelings for Josh for many years but not acting on them then you get invited to the Grammy’s.
Warnings: None, y’all all safe here.
Rating:Safe, no smut just fluff
A/N:I am sorry I am slow at getting through these requests but I am doing the best I can. Also let’s talk about Josh and Tyler at the Grammys for a sec. 1. I am proud af, they truly deserve this and the awards that are yet to come. 2.They have great legs and they should do that more often. Just saying.
anon request: Can you make a Zach Werenski one. Maybe about him taking that puck to the face during the playoff game. And can it be really cute and fluffy
@faithmikami requested: Hi there! I was wondering if you could write an image where a girl is dating Zach Werenski and attends the third playoff game against PIT. She’s in the crowd and sees him get injured and is allowed to go to the locker room to see how he is. Thanks! :)
anon request: can i have a zach werenski imagine about his injury and you going to the next game to watch and then coming home and taking care of him/cuddling him
anon request: Can you do a Zach werenski imagine please? Maybe about the injury if you need inspo :)
anon request: Can you do an imagine about Zach Werenski? Maybe like being in the crowd as he got hit kind of thing? Thank you!!!
an imagine about zach werenski’s injury was a very requested imagine and i still have more requests about this. i do love zach werenski though so i have no problem writing these!! XD i decided to put a cute little twist to it so i hope you like it
requests are open:))
“yes y/n zach would love if you came and visited us here in colombus!” mrs.werenski gushed into the phone. for me it was just hitting the end of exam time and for my best friend zach it was the beginning of playoffs. well soon to be the third game.
“i don’t know mrs.werenski, i want to but i have so much to do” i babbled on about why i shouldn’t go. “y/n zach hasn’t seen you in forever, he would love it if you came to watch” that’s where she had me. i haven’t seen zach in so long. i used to always watch him play hockey at the joe, he truly was a talented player.
zach and i were always best friends, the dynamic duo. i was always by his side and he was always by mine. he supported me in my hockey and i always supported him in his hockey, even till this very day. throughout the years i manages to develop feelings for zach that a best friend shouldn’t feel and i’ve tried pushing them away but they always pop back up. he’s never really shown an interest but maybe i just never looked.
“fine” i fake sighed but was quickly followed by a overly girlish squeal. “i’m so excited too see him!” i laughed to his mother. “trust me y/n, he’s gonna be happy to see you too!” she joined in on my laughing. “when should i book my flight?” i asked. “oh don’t worry about that hun, we have it all covered. ill send you an email and print the ticket that’s in it, and there is your flight” she explained.
i could hear the loud sound of zach from the other side of the phone, “zachs coming but ill see you soon!” she said in a hushed tone and hung up. i smiled before putting my phone down and quickly opening up my email. the flight leaves tomorrow at 9:00am. oh boy. it was already 6:30pm and i haven’t even started packing.
Hello everyone, what’s the next best thing after tumblr you may ask? Well it’s INSTAGRAM of course! Isi (@overthinked) and I (@rehticent) are huge instagram fans that we’ve decided to host an IG themed awards! So without further ado.
“How old were you when you wrote your first musical?” The interviewer asked. Y/N paused as she thought about the question. “When I was about five,” She laughed at the memory. “It was horrible and I didn’t really know how musicals and plays worked, but I had gone to many broadway musicals so I had this thought that if you can write a song and make it emotionally funny, you’re doing something that could change the world.” She explained with a grin on her cheeks and a glint of sparkle in her eyes.
“And your parents? Were they supportive?” They asked, she took a breath and looked at them. Confusion was playing in her eyes for a split moment as she scratched the back of her neck. “Yeah,” She said with a tone that told you she wasn’t sure. How could she be sure, though? She was twelve when they died. She wrote her way from the life she had, and God bless she did. If she was there she would probably be dead.
Title: stay with me Pairing: Choi Minho/Reader Genre: Idol!AU Summary: In the worst moment of her
life, he goes to see her one last time.
Another smile is thrown
at the groups of flashes that she supposes lead to a person, but it surely
looks like a fantasy as she wore that dress that flowed on her body perfectly,
some designer loving the way they were earning money as she tells everyone
she’s okay. One step closer and she continues posing, griping the arm of the
person that was leading her on the red carpet to keep herself in check. She
never liked the way the cameras were at all angles, how she was going to end up
in the news’ front page and she didn’t feel like reading the articles from the
next day. They would comment how she looked a little bit left out, how she
didn’t smile as cutely anymore, they would say this and that about her and
gossiping about what happened to her. One of her hand lifts up the edge of her
dress to continue walking, the long material making it a little bit difficult
to continue with her walk at the red carpet and when she sees only a few meters
more to walk, she feels relieved. Some people were asking her questions but her
ears were completely deaf, only giving plain answers before she entered through
those gates that she liked to call ‘the entrance to heaven’. Once she was
inside that place, she only had to listen to the music and wait for those
awards that she may or may not receive.
Some said they wanted a life like hers, but she isn’t
sure she wants it anymore.
how did jungkook look like in real life? does he look like he does in photos :o also what was the best part of the concert?
the best part of the concert? hmmm. that’s hard. the entire concert is worthy of being The Best Part. i loved their performances of lost, i need u etc. in the red outfits. every member made me gasp bc they looked even more vibrant and stunning. ummmmm… cypher. cypher was a highlight for me. hobi threw water at me. it was a holy moment. ANOTHER BEST PART: during lost, jungkook crouched right in front of me and was looking into the crowd towards my right. right before he got up, he made eye contact with me (in my direction??? lol) and when he turned away he smiled SHJDDSSDHJSDHJJSHSHJ. i have photographic and video proof too so now i can relive this moment for the rest of my life.
I looked up to Charlie, phone in hand as it rested under her chin.
“You think?” I said pulling up the slinky silvery gown. I glanced into the mirror again turning to the side letting the dress drop and brushing my hand along my body. “I don’t know.” I cringed slightly.
We had been trying on dresses for the premieres of the movie that began in London in two days.
London was a long low cut and very fitted emerald dress. Japan a short white frilly dress with strong shoulders. But L.A the most important of the premiers was falling short of something to wear.
Turning in the mirror again I looked at the dress, as I did I noticed one of the stylists in the back of the room moving a rack of dresses.
Y/N GET’S MARRIED!! read the headlines of basically every magazine in the world to Calum. “Fuck”, he yelled while throwing his phone down. “What”, Michael asked while Luke and Ashton gave him worried looks. “Is it all over your social medias’ too”, Calum asked while covering his eyes to hold in tears. “What”, Luke asked. Ashton smacked his arm, “Shut up”, he whispered. “She got married, the love of my life got married. To the wrong person”, Calum shouted. “Cal…”, Michael began. “No! And you know what? She had the audacity to invite us! Can you believe that”, Calum shook his head. “That’s exactly why she left you, mate”, Luke spoke up, “You don’t seem to understand that a relationship consists of more than one person. Not everything can be about you and your feelings.” Calum finally looked up with puffy eyes that tears were already falling out of, “I get that guys. I got it the first time you all told me, and I get it now. It just hurts a whole fucking lot to see the love of your life with someone else, especially when you know that they deserve them”, he trailed off, “I’ll be back later”, Calum got up and left.
“Oh you got his heart and my heart and none of the pain”
“Guess who I ran into”, Calum whispered to Luke and Ashton. “Hm”, Ashton asked. “Y/N”, he spoke softly as Michael was sleeping only a few feet away from them. “No fucking way”, Luke gasped. “And she was with…him”, Calum gossiped. “Don’t let Michael hear that he fucking hates that guy with a passion”, Ashton raved. “I do”, Michael spoke. “Holy shit”, they all jumped. “I hate him with a burning passion, with the same passion that I love her in fact”, he finished his thoughts. “Michael”, Calum began. “Did they look…happy”, Michael shuttered at the thought. The room stayed silent as the boys didn’t know what to say. “Did she”, Michael asked a bit louder this time. “I couldn’t tell, she didn’t look torn”, Calum hesitated. “See that’s not fair”, Michael whined, “Why is it that when you fuck up and end up losing the one person you loved, they recover faster? She stole his heart, she took mine and ran, and she’s doing great”, Michael sighed, “It’s not fair.”
“While I’m wide awake she’s no trouble sleeping”
Luke laid in his bunk, tossing and turning. He tried to convince himself that he just couldn’t find a good sleeping position, but he was only lying to himself. He let out a frustrated shout. “Again”, Ashton groaned. “Shut up”, Calum told Ashton, “What’s up now Luke?” “I don’t know”, Luke trailed off, “Just can’t sleep.” “Is it because…”, Ashton didn’t have to finish the sentence for Luke to know who he was talking about. Luke felt his eyes sting with wetness, “Uh-huh”, he swallowed. “Man, it’s been four months”, Calum groaned. “I know but, I just can’t help but think about what she’s doing right now”, Luke spoke softly. “Sleeping”, Michael sighed sarcastically. “Lucky her”, Luke sighed, “How lucky is she? She get’s to sleep peacefully at night without the thought of her ex-boyfriend. She knows she made the right choice while I can’t stop thinking about my fuck up”, he finished. “Don’t blame yourself”, Calum reassured him. “Then who the hell do I blame for fucking another girl and coming home to her and trying to play it off? Myself, that’s who”, Luke yelled, “I hate myself for that”, he muttered.
“What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you, And what am I supposed to say when I’m all choked up and you’re okay”
“And the winner for best newcomer actress goes to….”, the drumroll played as the announcer read the card, “Y/F/N.” The crowd went wild as you got up to accept your award with a proud smile. The boys all clapped for you while Ashton was trying to contain himself from tearing up, he was proud. Even though you weren’t his, he was so happy for you. But he was more worried about hearing your voice again, he didn’t want to cry in front of everyone. “This means so much to me”, you began, “This year was full of shocks, amazing times, and many obstacles”, you laughed off, “I’ve never been so stressed, happy, and mixed with emotions in my whole entire life. But I got through it with amazing people like my castmates, crew, friends, and fans. So thank you so much”, you held the award up proudly before walking past them to exit. “Congrats”, Ashton grabbed your arm softly to tell you with teary eyes. You gave him a sincere smile, “Uh…thanks.” “You truly are amazing Y/N”, he continued. “You too”, you mumbled before hurrying off to keep from breaking.
Towel in one hand, water bottle in the other, Shawn leaves the gym of his L.A. mansion and steps into the hallway after his early morning workout.
A delicious smell lingers in the air, coming from the kitchen and he leaves his towel and his sweaty Adidas shirt in the laundry basket in one of the bathrooms. Stepping into the huge kitchen, he lays eyes on his girlfriend, standing at the stove, making pancakes, wearing hot pants and an oversized grey Metallica t-shirt on that hot July morning in the kitchen of their L.A. mansion they have rented out for the summer. He still feels amazed and overwhelmed by his luck.
He could never have imagined to feel so deeply for someone as he feels for Kate. His love for her was all-consuming and so strong that he couldn’t put it into words. It was inexplicable. His world revolved around her, he would plan his schedules around hers, wanting to spend as much time with her as possible. He couldn’t understand his friends that were breaking up with their girlfriends just because they “got bored” or have been “dating for too long”.
Losing Kate was actually one of his biggest fears. He sometimes dreamed about her breaking up with him and he would wake up, heart racing in his chest, sweat on his forehead, slowly calming down after seeing her lying next to him, peacefully asleep.
She hasn’t noticed him yet, as she is humming a random song, while closing the refrigerator and looking for something in the cupboard, standing on her tippy-toes. He glances at her from a distance. Wavy blonde hair, lean, long legs and svelte frame. Her body was so incredibly hot that he still couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that she was his. But even more than her body he loved her personality. He loved how classy she was and that she was so kind and honest and the most genuine and humble person he knew, taking his breath away whenever she looked at him with her big blue eyes.
He loved that they could talk about everything. He loved their hour-long deep conversations and small talk. He loved to make her laugh and her sense of humor. He loved that he knew everything about her and she about him. He knew her favorite dish (French fries and Brazilian picanha), her favorite color (blue), her favorite restaurants in L.A., London and New York (Gracias Madre, Sketch and Cipriani Downtown), her pet peeves (hypocrites) and biggest turn-ons (neck kisses!) Being in a relationship with her was actually a dream coming true and he has to smile, as she is humming the chorus of Justin Bieber’s “As Long As You Love Me”
“Good morning, baby,” he murmurs into Kate’s ear, while wrapping his arms around her waist. Shawn finds it very sexy how she is looking focused at the pan in her hand, biting her full under lip as she flips the pancake around. But then he finds her sexy doing whatever she does, so that was nothing new. “Good morning, darling,” she replies with a smile, “are you hungry?” “I’m always hungry,” he replies, pulling her closer, taking in her scent and kissing her shoulder. “These pancakes smell amazing” She glances at him. He is shirtless, wearing his Adidas shorts and trainers, looking very attractive with his reddish cheeks and lips, perfect pearly-white teeth and tousled hair. “Have you been working out?” “Yup,” he replies. “Early morning workouts are the best” “You should have woken me up! I would have worked out with you!” she exclaims, pouting at him. “I didn’t want to wake you up. You were so fast asleep and I thought you should get some rest after that night,” he grins at her and she bites her lip, shaking her head. „I really loved your special treatment last night. Amazing way to congratulate me on my award,“ he goes on, playing with her long blonde hair. „Yeah, you did let me know that you enjoyed it,“ she smiles at him, caressing his cheek. “I am still so proud of you, baby. Where’s your Grammy, actually?” Kate asks.
“In the living room where I left it last night. It still feels so unreal” “Yeah, last night was truly magical” She lets the pancakes fall on a plate, handing them to him: “Voilá!” “Thanks, wifey,” he winks at her. She scrunches her nose: “Ugh, don’t call me that” “But you are wifey material, though, I swear!” He kisses her gently, pulling her close to him, hands on her hips, putting the plate on the kitchen counter. “We should eat those before they get cold,” Kate remarks. “Yeah, just one more kiss,” he whispers and presses his lips on hers. “As if we haven’t been kissing the whole night,” Kate replies, smiling at him, inbetween soft kisses. “I just can’t get enough,” he replies, sliding his hands under her grey shirt, making her shudder. He pins her against the kitchen counter, pressing himself against her. He loves how she feels against him and the way she looks up at him, her blue eyes gazing at his brown ones adoringly.
“Shawn,” she pants, as his hands wander down her waist to her hips down to her butt. “You shouldn’t wear these hot pants around me, baby,” he whispers into her ear, gently kissing her neck. “It drives me crazy” “And you should put a shirt on” He raises his eyebrows at her: “Am I bothering you?” “No! I mean yes um… I mean…,” she rambles, her cheeks turning red. Even though they have been dating for about half a year now, she would still get a little bit nervous around him. Especially when he was shirtless, showing off his broad chest and ripped abs, gym shorts hanging low on his hips, exposing his defined v line. She could feel her body react to him as her nipples harden instantly.
He bites his lip as soon as he notices them under the thin fabric of her shirt as she isn’t wearing a bra underneath. “Fuck, Kate, you’re too hot,” he pants, grabbing her butt, pressing her against him. „See, that’s what you do to me,“ she can feel his erection against her abdomen and she’s starting to feel hot. “We really should eat our breakfast, you’ll have to leave for the studio soon,” she gasps. He sighs: “I know… what are your plans for today?” he asks, as he reluctantly pulls back. “It’s my day off, I’ll probably just chill by the pool, answering some E Mails,” she replies, as their arousal is slowly fading away. “Then you’re working anyway! You really should relax, sweetie, you’re always working so hard” “I wouldn’t call it working when I have a bikini on, laying on a sun bed, though” “Hmm I like that bikini concept,” he smirks at her. “I might wear the black one, your favorite, or…,” she bats her eyelashes at him, gently tracing his abs with her fingertips, „no bikini at all“ “Good lord, Kate, you do realize that this is torture, right?” he says under his breath, looking down on her, his hazel eyes turning into a darker shade of brown. “Then don’t leave! Camila can record her album alone,” Kate says, taking the plate and putting it on the table next to the avocado toasts and the can of orange juice.
„But I promised her! And we’ll have to work a lot on that new album. We’ve just started and we have so many ideas! I’m not going to let her down like that, you know me,“ he replies. „Okay then, I’ll just chill by the pool all by myself in my tiny black bikini…,“ she shrugs innocently, pouring coffee into her mug. He shakes his head, grinning at her: „Stop teasing me like that. I’m going to make up for it later,“ he says, licking his lip. „Uh, someone’s feeling confident, huh?“ Kate replies and takes a bite from her pancake. He chuckles: „Oh come on, I bet you can’t wait for me to come home to you“ „Hey, you’re not the only thing that’s on my mind, Mr. Cocky“ Okay, that was a lie. He actually was the only thing on her mind but he didn’t have to know that, right? „There are some casting agents I’ll have to get back to“ He rolls her eyes at her: „Okay, whatever, Miss Victoria’s Secret“ He takes a huge bite of his pancake, making Kate grin at him: „Whoa, slow down. That pancake isn’t going anywhere“ „These are so good!“ he mumbles, sinking his teeth into the soft dough. „We should order pizza later, what do you think?“ She laughs: „Only you could think about dinner during breakfast! But yeah, I’m down“ „Cool,“ he grins at her, taking a sip of orange juice. „Pancakes in the morning, pizza in the evening… thank God, I don’t have a photoshoot in my underwear coming up!“ she remarks. Shawn chuckles and takes another huge bite, finishing his pancake. „Okay, I gotta go take a shower and leave. I’m going to stay late at the studio but I can’t wait to see you tonight, baby,“ he leans over and takes her hand, pressing it against his lips. „Can’t wait, either,“ she replies smiling.
He gets up, taking one last sip from his orange juice and goes upstairs.