every time she wins is like she never won and award

Lin-Manuel Miranda on His Lifelong Oscars Obsession and Why the Show Still Matters (Guest Column)

The Hollywood Reporter
February 20, 2017

During college, Lin-Manuel Miranda and a friend used to improvise interpretative dance tributes to best picture nominees at their annual Oscar party. “It was a lot of breathing and rolling around,” recalls the creator of the Broadway smash Hamilton. “We had a great Seabiscuit dance one year.”

For the New York-born son of Puerto Rican parents — his father a political consultant, his mother a psychologist — it was just another phase of a lifelong fascination with the Oscars that began when he was growing up in the Inwood section of Manhattan, playing and replaying the telecasts that his family recorded on their VCR. At 37, Miranda is about to cross the threshold from superfan to participant: “How Far I’ll Go,” which he wrote for the Disney film Moana, is nominated for original song, and on Feb. 26, Miranda (with his mother) will attend his first Academy Awards.

It’s an auspicious step in a career that will see him star with Emily Blunt and Colin Firth in Disney’s 2018 Mary Poppins Returns and collaborate with composer Alan Menken on the studio’s live-action The Little Mermaid, one of Miranda’s favorite films and, he reveals here, the gateway to his Oscars obsession.

My brain is a compendium of Oscar moments: Tom Hanks’ beautiful acceptance speech when he won best actor for Philadelphia in 1994. Roberto Benigni climbing over chairs and wanting to make love to everybody in the world when Life Is Beautiful won best foreign-language film in 1999. Kim Basinger presenting in 1990 and telling the audience that one of the best films of the year, Do the Right Thing, was not nominated. For her to take a stand, 25 years before #OscarsSoWhite, was incredible — and impressive because time has shown the prescience of that film.

I expect we’ll see more of that this year. It’s a political time, so I imagine the Oscars will look exactly like your Twitter or Facebook feed. Why should we ignore for three hours what we’re talking about 24 hours a day?

The Oscars were always a family affair when I was a kid. One sort of unintentional tradition we had every year was during the “In Memoriam” part of the show. My family called it the “She died?” section because my dad, who is pop culture-oblivious, would always go, “She died? He died? She died?!” the whole time. So, it was very sad and yet also very funny watching my dad catch up.

When I was a kid, the Oscars felt like this impossibly larger-than-life thing. The first time I felt like I had a horse in the race was in 1990. I was 10, and The Little Mermaid was up for best song and best score. They did that crazy “Under the Sea” number with the late, great Geoffrey Holder and dudes in scuba outfits tap-dancing with flippers. We had a tradition of recording the show on our VHS, and I must have watched it a million and a half times.

There was also an amazing Chuck Workman montage at the beginning of the show that depicted 100 years of filmmaking with classic scores. I was already in love with movies, but this was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen in my life.

That was the period when Billy Crystal was hosting, and I would memorize his musical spoofs of the year’s top films. He did them with Marc Shaiman, whom I’m working with right now on Mary Poppins Returns… I was a huge fan of those moments and musical numbers — they showed a genuine love of movies while still poking fun at them. I may also be the only person in America who laughed his ass off to “Uma, Oprah. Oprah, Uma.” David Letterman’s commitment to that bit was enough to put it over the top for me. He didn’t care if no one got it. In his head, it was funny.

Hosting the Oscars is not a thing I would ever want to do… You always have to do this dance as a host: You’re playing to a billion people at home, and you’re playing to anxious contestants in a room, and that’s an insanely hard thing to divide. It’s the most thankless task in the world. I have a pretty healthy ego, but it does not extend in that direction. I’d much rather be the guy writing the opening tune than having to deliver it.

Another Oscar moment that really stuck with me was when Whoopi won her best supporting actress for Ghost. I’ll never forget, at the top of her acceptance speech she said, “Ever since I was a little kid, I wanted this,” which is so rare. Then she said, “As a little kid, I lived in the projects, and you’re the people I watched. You’re the people who made me want to be an actor.” For me, it was like she was saying, “If you want this, you can get it, too. I’m proof that you can.”

I had been seeing myself in this world since I was old enough to do anything, and it was as if she reached through the screen to talk to me. I was that kid. Even my mother used to say, “Remember what Whoopi said.”

That speech was the inspiration for the opening song I co-wrote for Neil Patrick Harris, “Bigger,” for the 2013 Tony Awards:

There’s a kid in the middle of nowhere sitting there, living for Tony performances singin’ and flippin’ along with the Pippins and Wickeds and Kinkys, Matildas and Mormonses / So we might reassure that kid and do something to spur that kid  / ‘Cause I promise you all of us up here tonight, We were that kid and now we’re bigger

Another of my favorite moments was in 2005, when they had Antonio Banderas sing “Al Otro Lado Del Rio” from The Motorcycle Diaries, which was nominated for best song. And then when Jorge Drexler, who composed it, won, he went onstage and sang it, like, “This is how it really goes.” It was so funny and ballsy and great. I’m happy whenever Latinos win anything, so I was thrilled by both performances.

I can’t tell you what it feels like in that room because this will be my first time at the Oscars, but I can tell you why the Oscars matter. It’s a night when the arts and artists are formally honored, and this recognition is seen by millions of people across the country and around the world. The show inspires people to keep pursuing their craft, or to seek out the nominated films or the overall body of work of the nominees, and through that exposure, people gain a greater appreciation of what the art of filmmaking brings to our culture.

luna/ginny post-war headcanon
  • luna and ginny start dating a few years after the battle of hogwarts
  • the sparkle happens in angelina’s and george’s wedding, where ginny has to blink a few times because luna looks absolutely stunning, in a shiny, see-through silver dress with her hair tied up in two braids
  • they talk about luna’s magical creatures studies and the months she spent in south america, and ginny tells her all about her quidditch ambitions (and her amicable break up with harry)
  • they kiss at the end of the night, with luna’s cheeks warm with firewhiskey and ginny completely drunk on her beauty
  • they go on a few dates after that, until it’s luna the one who asks “but we’re girlfriends, right?”
  • ginny becomes chaser of the holyhead harpies shortly after, and luna automatically becomes their number one fan
  • she never misses a match, and always runs to hug and kiss ginny right after it, even if she protects because she looks disgusting and sweaty, pretty much to the grins of all of ginny’s teammates
  • “love, you know i can’t wear the necklace during a match”
    “but it’s not a necklace it’s a charm for keeping away the nargles”
  • (luna ends up wearing two of them just in case, because there’s not such thing as too much protection from the nargles)
  • luna sometimes travels a lot, to america, sweden or even bulgaria to work with charlie and his dragons, but always comes back with kisses and stories and souvenirs (and only like a scratched knee or two, or a nasty scar under an eye)
  • their third anniversary is spent at the quidditch’s world cup, where ginny is playing the final along the england national team
  • (they win, of course, but the celebration ends up to be a private one as they sneak away while snogging)
  • they move in together to a little cottage in the south-east of england they have both fell in love with, it has enough space for ginny to fly and practice, and it reminds luna of home
  • luna paints the entire house in light blue and yellow, casts spells of protection and hangs flowers off the ceiling; and ginny just let’s her do whatever she wants because there’s nothing more beautiful to her than luna doing something she loves and enjoys (even with smears of paint all over her nose)
  • the weasleys love luna to pieces, and there is always a sweater with an ‘L’ on it for her every single christmas at the burrow
  • and luna’s father absolutely adores ginny and their conversations about how maybe this is year when the chudley cannons win something
  • they get married in ireland, the day of their seventh anniversary, in a very private and small ceremony near a lake, surrounded by nature
  • xenophilius lovegood spends the entire wedding sobbing, but not as loudly as seamus finnigan does
  • they plan their honeymoon in japan, where luna falls in love with a shiba inu puppy
  • they take her home, calling her nargle

for @thunderbjrd who won personal favourite at faye and i tumblr’s awards

Best Friend Series; Vernon/Hansol

- you meet hansol in high school
- you remember walking into class one day and the teacher announces that there’s a new kid in the class
- this cool boy enters the classroom and you could already tell a few girls developed a tiny crush on him
- the new kid introduces himself as hansol vernon chwe and he just moved to korea from america
- you’re like wow good-looking, fluent english and cool? he’s going to be popular i can see it
- but you know what surprisingly not
- hansol prefers to keep to himself you noticed when a bunch of girls approached him during breaktime and all he did was answer in one word or simply nod
- he’s just so awkward and quiet that everyone kind of…… forgot about him……. like his popularity just died so quickly
- it also doesn’t help that he always has his headphones on but you know what we’ll get back to this later
- hansol disappears during lunchtime you notice, like he’s never eating in class or in the cafeteria
- one day, you want to go eat up on the roof because it’s such a nice sunny day
- but your friends tell you that they have to go to the teacher’s office to ask some questions about the new material you’re learning but you didn’t want to waste such a beautiful day so you go by yourself
- and up there you find hansol
- he’s sitting by the fence and looking at the view while listening to his headphones
- but what catches your eye are the notebooks scattered around him, especially the one in his hand
- you’re like wait is he an artist??
- you walk towards him and once you reach him, you tap his shoulder, causing him to turn around and pull down his headphones
- he asks “oh hi, uhhh do you need anything?”
- you shake your head and ask “what are you doing up here all by yourself?”
- hansol looks down at his notebook for a second and says “i’m….. working on something…” and you ask “oh are you getting started on the project (teacher name) gave us?? wow you’re quick”
- and hansol says “oh no it’s a personal project actually” he pauses before continuing “if it’s no trouble at all…… do you mind…… helping me out?”
- you say “oh sure idk if i’ll be of any help but i could try” and you sit next to him and he passes you his notebook and says “can you let me know what you think of this?”
- you look down at the notebook and you realize that it’s not a sketch
- but rap lyrics
- you’re like !!! DID YOU WRITE THESE YOURSELF ??? and hansol shyly nods his head
- you tell him “THIS IS AMAZING I DIDN’T KNOW YOU COULD WRITE LYRICS THIS GOOD” and with his permission, you flip through the other pages and they’re just filled with drafts of rap lyrics he wrote himself
- you continue to admire his work when hansol suddenly nudges you
- when you turn to him, he holds out his headphones to you and says “can you listen to these too? if you don’t mind, i mean….. it’s just a little something i’ve been working on lately”
- and you discover that he takes instrumentals of certain songs and inserts his own lyrics into them and he’s just so talented
- you also discover that you both have the same music taste and you bond over it for the rest of the lunch period
- when it’s over, hansol says “ummm do you maybe…. want to walk to class together….?” and of course you say “YES LET’S GO”
- hansol moves from his spot next to the window to the spot next to you and your whole class is like ohhh what’s happening here ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
- on days you’re free, you meet up with hansol during lunch period or after school for updates on his rap lyrics
- and through these little meet-ups guess what you become BEST FRIENDS
- you notice how quiet hansol is in class and in front of people he’s not familiar with but he’s so fricking loud when he’s with you
- while everyone’s like “hansol you should speak more!!” you’re like “no no stfu not another word hansol”
- hangouts either mean sitting around in some secret hideout or in a nice restaurant with a patio where hansol can write lyrics and you can eat all the food because he’s treating you
- when you go to his house for the first time you meet his little sister sofia and she LOVES you
- hansol was so happy because sofia means the world to him but when she started telling you a bunch of embarrassing and stupid things he’s done, he always finds excuses to not let you come over
- “hansol raps while he’s sitting on the toilet” “SOFIA”
- “omg did you know he never brought a girl home because he’s scared of girls you’re the first—” “SOFIA ENOUGH”
- the type whose laugh is funnier than the joke
- rap battles out of nowhere
- normally really quiet and calm until he wins something, it could be something small like a free bubble tea but he’d act like he won a music award
- dances so awkwardly it makes you cringe for life
- but then when one of his favorite songs come on, he knows every step and moves fluidly and you’re like ??? who are you ???
- knows the raps for like every song you’re like JUST HOW
- you have to drag him everywhere because he’s either never in the mood to do something or he’d rather just stay home and watch movies all day
- “no hansol we’re going to check out that new ice cream shop you’re coming with me I DON’T CARE IF YOU DON’T WANT TO TOO BAD”
- but when he wants to go somewhere, you’re the first person who pops into his mind
- because you’re the first friend he made at his new school, and you’re the first person who kept talking to him despite how quiet and awkward he is
- he can’t thank you enough
- “aaand here’s your birthday card!!”
- “….did you write these lyrics about me?”
- “maaaybe. oh and this is your gift, sorry it’s small but you know i’m only 17 i only got a few dollars”
- “hansol you’re 19 now shut up”

The King

Summary: King Arthur-ish AU featuring Negan as a medieval king. It had to be done. It just did. Sorry.

Warnings: Negan…language, smut, violence. Possible dub-con. Posessive Negan. Darker than I usually write. No fluff. There is no historical accuracy intended in this piece. I barely utilized the google.

Tags: @negans-network @negansmutweek @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash @ladylorelitany @melodicdolls @superwholoki @thatwriterizzy

It was a day of celebration throughout the land. Banners flew in the breeze. Cheers and songs could be heard around the castle and surrounding city. The king had married a lovely new bride from a neighboring kingdom a week ago, and today the rest of the kingdom came together to watch the festivities and sport that only tournament can boast. Knights traveled to compete in hopes of winning fortune and glory and perhaps a place at King Negan’s legendary table of knights known as the Saviors. For it was they, that protected the surrounding lands from invaders and pillagers in return for tribute.

Villagers came from far and wide to witness the spectacle and to catch a glimpse their beautiful new queen. For a beauty Queen Gwendolyn was.  Red flowing locks braided in intricate patterns flowed down her back. Her porcelain skin was the envy of all. Large green eyes adorned with long thick lashes watched as each event play before her eyes. Lips the shade of a dusky rose formed a dazzling smile as cheered for the victors from her private box in the stand. The king had decided to participate in his favorite event, the melee, at the end of the tournament and was awaiting his turn on the side of the field while the jousting commenced.

The last knights lined their horses at opposite ends of the tiltyard. Each bowed to the queen. Their visors were lowered. The horses charged. The lances pointed towards the other. They hit each other with a resounding blow.  One knight fell to the ground. He struggled to stand but fell back in defeat. His squires hurried to help him off the field and to corral the horse.

The victor, Sir Richard of Alexandria, walked his white horse along the edge stands and removed his helm. He shook his wavy locks damp with perspiration. His blue eyes smiled to the crowd as he waved his hand. As he approached the royal box, he pulled a rose from his gauntlet and threw it the new queen. She caught it and the smile immediately disappeared from her face. The color drained her delicate features. Her eyes scanned the edge of the yard and found her husband’s glaring in her direction. He had seen the knight present his favor and her accept it. She quickly handed the rose to a handmaiden and sat down. Head forward, back straight, the very picture of an elegant lady.

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Awkward Acceptance Speech (Tom Holland Imagine)

Prompt: Imagine that you’re an actress and while accepting an award, you let it slide that you have a crush on Tom Holland.

Tom Holland x Reader, words: 1115, requested?: no, warning: none

Requests are Open

A/N: Two imagines in one night?? Whuutttt??? Requests are open! Likes and reblogs are welcome! Tell me if you like my writing. :)

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album of the year

request: Harry one where you have a little girl that looks just like you and he adores her just as much as you and shows her off but also loves daddy cuddles


“Chloe? Chloe, where are you, we have to go–” I walked in the bathroom to find Chloe sitting on the counter, Harry behind her with her hair in his fingers and an elastic in his mouth. “So you didn’t like how I did your hair, huh?” I smirked.

“Daddy braids better, mum, we didn’t want to hurt your feelings.”

I laughed as Harry secured a braid in her hair, “You didn’t hurt my feelings, sweetie.”

“Alright,” Harry lifted Chloe down from the counter, “You’re ready for the red carpet, princess. Show me your walk and pose.“

Chloe walked a few steps, hand on hips as Harry narrated, "Walk, walk, walk, pose.” Chloe smiled at the hypothetical cameras. “Walk, walk, walk, pose.” Chloe blew a kiss to the camera. “Perfect! They’re gonna love you.”

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  • 10/20 Favorite friendships.

Luffy and Usopp: BEST FRIENDS. This one it’s my favorite of all. They are all friends and they all have different relationship as friends, but this one honestly I love this. Like it might be because both are the same age and enjoy the same things, but they are always having fun and being excited for the same things, they understand their stupidness. And like, it works since Luffy is a reckless guy and Usopp is coward so the scenes between these two are really funny. The fight they had because of Merry in water 7 broke my heart because Luffy didn’t want to do it, he had to as a captain. Like I cried a lot with them but I was really happy how they fixed everything. And even if they make joke and stuff, Usopp respects him a lot too. And protects his dream as well. HE DOESN’T ALLOW ANYONE TO LAUGH OF LUFFY’S DREAM.

Zoro and Luffy: this friendship it’s loyalty more than anything. They are all loyal to Luffy as captain and friend but Zoro definitely wins this award. I love this one just like I love the first one. Luffy’s personality works well with every member I have to say. Zoro is a lazy guy and a really serious man as well. And he respects Luffy more than anything, even if he acts like a kid, he recognizes him as his captain more than anything. And he protects his dream more than his own and that’s honestly beautiful. He was wiling to give up about his dream if he can protects his like like COME ON THIS FRIENDSHIP ITS GOALS. And Luffy as well, he trusts Zoro so much. Like I really love when Luffy is like: if Zoro says he will, then he will. I’ll leave it to him. He loves his vice-captain so much.

Zoro and Sanji: it’s actually a rivalry for not a real reason actually. Since little garden they established this rivalry because they couldn’t decide which of them brought the biggest animal to cook. This one it’s specially for comedy and I love it too. Like they fight for the tiniest thing but when it comes to help and works as teammates, they can relay on each other to accomplish that goal. Even if they fight a lot, I’d say it’s a good friendship between these two. I really loved how back in Foxy’s arc, Sanji asked him to be friends for 10 minutes and unite so they can win the game and Zoro was agree. When it comes to seriousness they have pretty much the same thoughts as well. And their nicknames are actually funny as well; ero-cook and marimo~ // Even if they can’t admit it they actually care for each other, they wouldn’t be the same with their partner of fights.

Nami and Luffy: Well, even if I secretly ship them as a couple, even if I don’t make a big deal for it since One piece it’s pretty awesome without romance and I would hate to see ships wars because of this, I’m going to focus on them like that; Luffy treats all his friends the same, of course he takes care of girls in his crew, I’m not saying they are weak but I bet he understands sometimes they need to be protected I guess. Nami’s personality it’s of the girl that doesn’t understand Luffy’s stupidness and it’s always hitting him for the ideas he jumps with. Even if she doesn’t posses haki lol. But never mind, this friendship/relationship have been developing through the series just like the others. At the beginning Nami didn’t trust any of them, but Luffy did since he met her. Luffy was the first one Nami asked for help after 8 years. I believe he became someone in her life with who she feels safe and protected from that moment. She’s the navigator and he’s the captain, she’s a part of as I call it, the coward group and it’s always arguing with a Luffy about the islands they should go, so at first she was always trying to persuade Luffy and avoid danger and the and Luffy would always win. But I feel like she doesn’t feel scare at all anymore. She respects him as captain even if she acts/looks like the actual captain sometimes and Luffy doesn’t seem mad at all about this, and what about him? Well, he decided she was going to be his navigator even after she betrayed them… even if Johnny told then she killed Usopp. He didn’t believe so..

Chopper and Usopp: as I mentioned with Luffy, they are around the same age and enjoy the same things like Franky’s creations. Chopper cares a lot for all his friends, but he spends most of his time with Usopp and is always believing what he says. I really like this friendship. Back in Water 7 when Luffy won against Usopp, he went down to take care of Usopp in tears even if he didn’t have to, that was honestly really touching for me because chopper really cares about his being. And well, they are really funny together!

Robin - Franky - Brook: I haven’t related them in special relationship YET. If you read above, I have focused in the firsts arcs and I was used to see all of them together. At least Robin, I really like her relationship with Usopp. He’s always scaring the shit of him and that’s really funny and she’s like the crew mom and chopper’s moma, she’s really cute with him. Brook and Franky joined the crew and fit perfectly with them. They create a really good friendship atmosphere. Franky Is really funny as well with Usopp and Chopper. And Brook can have a good time with all of them too, specially with Sanji from my perspective, pervs.

Nami - Usopp and Chopper: this is a really funny group. The coward group. Whenever they are together you know it will be fun. Just remember thriller back arc. I laughed a lot with them. Like they are cowards but when they have to fight, they fight. Normally it’s really funny when they are together so I really like them!

Sanji - Zoro - Luffy: The monster trio. Do I have to write much reasons about this one? They are the strongest of straw hats crew and I really love how Sanji and Zoro are always taking away the enemies when the boss is coming. I really love the way they act around each other too, they are really funny too because Luffy is the one who jumps with stupid ideas and he would get hurt in s comic way from both rivals. This team works really well when it comes to fight. I really love seeing them together. And the fact that they can beat anyone but the three of them lose against Nami by herself lol.

Imagine skipping class with Chris. (Part B)

A/N: Part 3B! Oh God, I was going to wait till tomorrow but I’m just too excited! I’m really happy with how this one turned out. You can read the previous parts here: (Unexpected Reader - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A) Enjoooooy! X

Burbank; that was where Chris took you after breakfast in the cute little corner bistro you loved so much. He took you all the way there to give you a tour of Marvel Studios as well as introduce you to some of the people from the industry you were dying to be apart of. He even managed to get you a quick meeting with the very busy Kevin Fiege, who- thanks to Chris- promised he’d give you a meeting when you graduated from UCLA; an offer to which you squealed at the second you thought Kevin was out of earshot. He wasn’t, and it explained why Chris Evans would go through so much trouble for a girl people said was, “just a fan he met an airport.” You were sweet and humble and passionate, and Kevin wouldn’t be surprised if months later he’d heard Chris ended up dating you. The two of you clearly had a lot of chemistry, and he wasn’t blind to the way Chris looked at you; it may have been subtle, but it was definitely a look of love.


A strange concept; love. It could either be the simplest of things, or the most complicated. Unfortunately for the two of you, it was the latter. Neither of you wanted to admit anything, due to fear of getting hurt. That was the thing about love, despite how wonderful it could make a person feel- there was also the chance of ruining an entire being. A wrong move, a poorly chosen word, bad timing- all of these were factors capable of tearing a soul in pieces.

Chris couldn’t do that to you, he couldn’t take away that light you carried despite how dark you thought you were. You were the kind of girl who still believed she could meet the love of her life in a coffee shop; who believed in love at first sight; who wanted to marry as soon as possible; who didn’t want to date casually; who was a hopeless romantic; who thought love was just like the movies. You had an incredibly innocent heart that he both wanted to force his way into, but also protect. He wanted you to have a lifetime of happiness, and he wasn’t yet sure if he could provide that for you. But God, he was starting to realize you were a girl he wasn’t going to get over easily. If he found out tomorrow you were going on a date with another man, he’d both be ecstatic and heartbroken.

Chris took his eyes off the road for a brief second to throw a glance your way. It’d been fifteen minutes since you got into the car, but you were still smiling at the pass hanging around your neck. He’d made it himself, and it had both your name and the phrase “VIP - Chris Evans’ Very Important Person” on it. You looked over at him as he turned back to the road, smiling when you saw him smile. You still couldn’t believe your luck; it’d been exactly forty-three days since you met Chris and you still couldn’t believe your luck. You woke with a smile on your face each morning- not just because of the ‘good morning’ texts he’d sent you, but because you woke knowing you had him in your life. It was a pretty freaking amazing feeling, one you hoped you’d never have to give up.

“Thank you for today, Chris.” You told him, smiling; he glanced at you and smiled back, nodding. “You’re right about it being worth my time, I couldn’t imagine spending today any other way. This has just been an absolute dream come true, honestly-” you cut yourself off, chuckling, “you’re the best, the absolute best.”

“It’s not over yet,” he threw another smile your way. “We’ve still got one more stop before we call it a day, and um-” he pulled his car to a stop; you looked out and saw the Dolby Theatre. “You might want to do a quick costume change.” He told you then got out of the car before you could question him further. “C'mon,” he called as he knocked on the back windshield.

You got out of the car and chuckled when you saw him hold up two dress bags. One held a navy blue tux, and the other held your old prom dress. “Where the hell did you get that from?” You laughed, taking the bag from him. “You didn’t break into my room while I was sleeping, did you?”

“God, no,” he laughed. “Ava did.” He told you and you chuckled. Of course Ava did, your best friend would do anything Chris asked her to because she too was a huge fan of his. You’d met her on Tumblr a few years ago, connecting through your love for Chris Evans and writing, and only recently met her in real life. She was yet another wonderful thing you needed to thank Chris for, because without him to write about- you would’ve never met Ava. “I told her about today and she offered her services.”

“Isn’t she a doll,” you bit sarcastically, then laughed when he did. “Are you serious about changing?” You quizzed and he nodded, walking towards the entrance as he draped the dress bag over his shoulder. “Oh come on,” you ran after him, “I don’t want to put on a gown!”

“You’re going to be very under dressed.” He pushed the door open and beckoned you in with his head. You stared at him, not saying anything or walking into anywhere. You huffed when he chuckled, “it’ll be fun, Y/N. Trust me,” he said with a smile that you’d never- in your forty-three days of knowing him- been able to say no to.

“Fine,” you sighed and stomped into the building. “Is there a bath-” You cut yourself off when he pointed you in the direction of the bathroom. “Just so you know, I might not even fit that dress.” You told him as you stomped towards the female bathroom like a pouty child; he followed behind you, chuckling softly. “I’m not as slim now as I was at my prom.”

“You still look great to me,” he told you and you felt heat rise to your cheeks. You bit back your smile as you glanced back at him. “Get dressed,” he instructed and you nodded, “then meet me at the stage.”

• • • • • • • •

Chris waited on the stage patiently for you, fiddling with his cuffs and sleeves. “I look ridiculous,” he heard your voice and looked up as you walked down the aisle towards the stage. His lips parted in awe, then formed into a smile as he appreciated how breathtaking you looked in your simple, but beautifully elegant, chiffon gown. “I mean-” you lifted your gown to display the sneakers you were wearing. “You could’ve at least got Ava to steal me some heels too,” you joked.

“You look beautiful.” He complimented as he walked down the steps to meet you; his heart beating as fast against his chest at the sight of you, as your heart was against your chest at the sight of him. “Now come on,” he held out his arm for you to take, “I want to show you something.”

“Like what?” You asked, letting him lead you on stage. “We’re already inside this amazing theatre, I mean- this is where they host the Oscars every year.” You pulled away from him to stroll the stage. “This place has held the talents of Meryl Streep and Denzel Washington and Martin Scorsese and Quentin Tarantino and-” You stopped when you realized Chris was smiling at you. “Of course,” you walked back over to him and poked his chest, “Chris Evans. A man who should have won Oscars upon Oscars by now.”

“As biased as you are, my number one fan,” he teased and you giggled, “I appreciate it. And yes,” he agreed as he looked around the place, smiling. “The theatre is amazing and I did bring you here to show you the interior. But-” he said and you turned to him, “I also brought you here to prepare you for your future.”

“And how are you preparing me for my future?”

“Come here,” he used his head to beckon you towards him. You walked over hesitantly then tensed when he moved behind you, gently grabbing your arms. “This is where you’re going to be one day,” he whispered into your ear, smiling. He was having trouble remembering what he’d planned to say to you because your perfume was incredibly intoxicating and all he could think of was kissing your neck. “You’re going to be standing up here, looking down at everyone you’d thought you’d only see on your screen, thanking them and your loved ones for taking a chance on you and supporting you to your first Oscar win.”

You smiled as you imagined what Chris was saying. It was almost like you could feel the Golden Statue in your hand; the weight and the sturdiness of it. You closed your eyes and looked up; it was like the heat of a thousand lights were kissing your skin. Your ears could hear the thundering applause and the cheers as the entire audience rose to their feet to give you the standing ovation you deserved. You’d look out into the crowd and smile; smile at the people you’d worked with, those who’d helped you get you the award. That was the dream, it’d always been the dream. Just like Chris was part of it, he was part of everything. Even as you closed your eyes to picture a scene where you just won an award of the highest honor, you saw him. You saw him in the crowd and you smiled because knowing him, having him believe in you the way he did, having him in your life- that all meant so much more to you than winning an award.

“I can’t wait to see you up here,” he told you as he released you from his grip. His hand forgot you were just a friend and not his girlfriend, and took it upon itself to brush your cascading hair over your shoulder. “You are going to go to amazing places, Y/N. I promise you that,” he said with so much sincerity that you felt your eyes well with tears.

“Oh God,” your voice quivered as you sniffled, trying your best not to start crying. Chris’ eyes narrowed as he gently wrapped his arm around your elbow to turn you towards him. “These are happy tears,” you quickly told him when you saw concern in his eyes. “I’m um-” you reached up to brush your tears away, but he beat you to it. “I’m just really touched that you believe in me.”

“Of course I do,” he smiled and lowered his hand to take your in his; he squeezed it gently. “You are incredibly talented, Y/N. I am so glad you decided to pursue screen writing because- God, it’d be a waste if you didn’t. You have a way with words that not many do, and I have no doubt that it’s going to take you up here one day.”

“Because of you,” you said and he shook his head.

“No,” he said. “Because of you. With or without me, you were going to find your way here and I’m…” He trailed off, smiling at how beautiful you looked despite your teary eyes and runny nose. “I’m going to be standing in that audience applauding your incredible talent, and wishing that I’d one day be lucky enough to be able to direct or even act in one of your flawless pieces.”

“You’re going to make me cry,” you chuckled because it was your only way to stop yourself from crying. He smiled and brushed the tears that had escaped off your cheeks. “Thank you, Chris,” you told him as you forced your way into his arms, hugging him tightly; he’d hugged you back without hesitation. “You have no idea how much all of this means to me.”

“You’re welcome.”

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Part 4A

When their idol gf wins an award and sees them in the crowd

The scene: This was the day!  It was THE day!  All your hard work had to come to something, right?  All the extra practicing, the last nights, the injuries, the perseverance!  It all came down to this.  The announcer pulls the tab of the envelop he’s holding and reads the name listed inside….announcing:  YOUR NAME!

Originally posted by theseoks


Pride, joy, happiness, a giant grin, and love, lots and lots of love in his eyes.  That’s what you see when you make eye contact with him.  If you weren’t crying already, you might be now.  Everything is happening so fast, but damn if it’s not effecting you to see your man out there in the crowd grinning like it was HIM who won the award.  The two of you might be separated by tons of other people, tables, etc, but you’ve never felt closer.  Giving your speech is easy, because he’s all you see in the crowd and boi when you say his name as a part of your thanks, he might just tear up a bit.  This is a proud moment for him.  He knows how hard you worked.  He knows the long nights.  He knows because he was right there with you the whole time.  He was the one who brought you food when you forgot to eat.  He was the one who bandaged up your ankle when you fell.  He was the one who held you when you were frustrated and wanted to give up.  You can expect a giant hug when the whole event is over.  “You did it, jagiyah!  I’m so proud of you!”

Originally posted by bfjoonie


He’s a quiet one, but that blank expressionless face everyone is used to will instantly melt into one of pride and happiness.  His gummy smile will make an appearance as he cheers for you.  When you make eye contact with him in the crowd, he’ll give you a look that clearly says ‘I told you, you could do it’, with that cheeky smirk and a raised eyebrow.  He’ll be the type to turn to the guy next to him and be like ‘that’s my girl’.  Just like his music he takes such pride in you and everything you do.  He sees the same ambition in you that he sees in himself.  He knows the struggles of getting lost in your work, both of you are guilty of it, but that’s what makes this win so much more gratifying.  You struggled to make it and all of that struggling was worth it.  He had told you that over and over again every time you felt discouraged or just wanted to give up entirely.  I hope you like celebrating, cuz you likely have a trip to Hong Kong coming up. ;)  “Prove them wrong, baby.  That’s what you have to do no matter what.  Make them eat their words.  That’s when all the shit they give you becomes worth it.  You proved them wrong and now they can go fuck themselves.”

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Our Song (Chapter 1)

Tokyo Ghoul Idol AU 

Summary: Hinami is a normal college student leading a normal, happy life. Ayato is an idol drowning in fame and fortune who suffers from sleepless nights and unforgettable nightmares. They meet through a variety show that gives Hinami the chance to sing with him. Initially bitter that she wasn’t given the chance to sing with her bias, Kaneki, Hinami starts to warm up to Ayato and sees the real person beyond the sexy bad boy he appears to be onstage. (Relationships: Ayahina + Kirishima family)

A/N: It’s finally here! I hope this turns out as well as I imagine it to be in my head. Please do reblog this if you enjoyed it! It will really mean a lot to me if you do. I know I’ve said this before but also, special thanks to @breakfast-at-anteiku​ for helping me out a lot with this. She’s played a big role in building this world along with him. Check out her blog for beautiful art!

Index: Masterpost | Information sheet | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Chapter 1: Thanks To

Hinami’s given a chance to sing with an idol on national television during a variety show. She’s nervous and worried that she’ll make a fool of herself. And to make matters worse, the person who’ll be onstage with her is none other than Kirishima Ayato, the main dancer and rapper of the idol group Goat. Guys like him are always never a good thing, right? (3.3k words) 

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Okay, Kristina didn’t allow me to post the 5th chapter of Storm of Life, but instead she finished this one shot, as the Brits are just a couple of days away and I got inspired. I hope you like it. Enjoy it😘

It seemed as if he couldn’t stand still, once he saw her on stage just a few feet away from him. Looking charmingly radiating, her voice made his heart tremble. A tight, black dress showing off her curves, And he couldn’t stop looking at her, mesmerized just like the first time he laid his eyes on her, 2 years ago in the exact same city, same month, same event. Brits 2017 were being held at O2 Arena in London, as always, and he couldn’t help himself getting captivated by numerous flashbacks that kept hitting him hard, one after another. Meeting her eyes, getting to know them, belonging to them. Moments he could never get over. 

All was said and done between them, and he was supposed to have moved on. He was expected to close the chapter on her, and turn the page. With no regrets or doubts tormenting his sleep at night. But, that’s not the way it goes. Instead, he cried and blamed timing and differences and everything that made him hope it’d hurt a little less. Everything that would stop him from blaming himself. But, in the back of his head, a million of what if’s were swirling around. What if he had let her in? What if he had put his fears aside? What if he had just asked her to stay? What if he had been a better man and fought for her more? He’d wonder but never got answers. And he had to learn to live with that tragedy.

After 8 months, it was supposed not to hurt just as bad as the moment he saw her walk away. And in fact, it didn’t. Or maybe he just got used to the constant, consuming fire inside of him by the lack of answers, and by the absence of her.

Her. He had loved her. God, he loved in a way he never thought possible. So passionately, vividly…fiercely. He loved her like there was tomorrow, like her name was tattooed on his veins and like his cells would die whispering her name loud enough for the new ones being born to understand, he loved her. Losing her was ground shaking for him, but not unexpected. It didn’t make his heart shatter any less when he heard those words coming out of her mouth though , echoing through the room,freezing everything inside of him. Seeing her into someone else’s arms made him doubt his sanity, made him do things he regretted. Seeing her into someone else’s arms made him feel powerless, for the first time in his life. His ego was shook, but he still loved her. Undoubtedly. 

Magic existed in their love, the energy they faced everything with. After her tour ended, she hoped one day she could let herself wrapped in his soul, putting her worries to rest, but deep down the realization that they wouldn’t last the test, held her back. Because, there was so much more to learn. She hoped her heart would collide with his, fleeting their souls. Patience would fill the silence, and she desperately wanted to find that balance, of remaining loyal to her independence and learning to belong to someone. She wanted to honor her truths, but also have what she always desired, ever lasting love and passion that sets doubts on fire.

Their love was like hurricane; bold, reckless, dangerous, intense. And since they parted away, they had to learn to live and love the calmness and safety of soft breezes and drizzles. If one would ask if they felt happy that way, maybe they’d reply yes. There’s something beautiful about stability. The fire burned too bright, destroying everything they were and had. And, they thought they had changed. He thought lightning cannot strike the same place twice, but seeing her again after months of barely even hearing her name, the undeniably fact hit him. Sometimes a bigger fire can be born from the ashes, stronger than before.

“And the British Single away goes to…” Rosie voice echoed through the arena, as Adam was sipping from his glass. He knew he’d never win, he had never won a Brit before and this year wouldn’t make any difference. Still, the thought of him winning his first Brit from a song they made together would mean so much to him. At least something forever lasting was created by the mess of the love they made. 

She paused for a few seconds, then a sincere smile flushed through her face as she announced the winner “…to Calvin Harris and Rihanna for This is what you came for.”

All eyes on him as a loud round of applause took over. Lights on him, Calvin Harris stood up tall and smiling. Looking around his table, his friends clapping and smiling at him, she was his first thought. That time she asked him if he believed in forever, and he replied he knew everything was temporary. Although, deep down he was hoping was his forever. She was now his inerasable past marking his future. 

Hugging Mark quick, he patted his shoulders and simply whispered “Do it.” How did he know what was going through Adam’s head? Calvin Harris had just won an award, could he be Adam on a stage where all eyes and ears are on him? 

Making his way to the stairs , there she was. Standing, and politely smiled at him. Rare were the times when Adam had won over Calvin in public but having her gaze melt into his after months, his heart spoke loudly and surely. Walking towards her, he could tell by her expression, she wasn’t expecting it. Holding out his hand, being now face to face with the woman he had loved to madness, he whispered just for them to hear “Come with me on stage, I wouldn’t have won this without you.”

“Please, no. We both know I don’t deserve to be there. It’s your moment, you should …”

“I don’t have much time left. Please.” his hand still hanging in the air, waiting for hers patiently. She looked at it. In her heart, there were no doubts. It was her head that was putting on the fight, but closing her eyes she gently put her hand above his. Instinctively, intertwining their fingers, he led their way up the stairs. She could feel her heart racing, as she gripped ever so softly. Almost as if she scared to break his hand, but felt safe when he tightened the grip. 

As he reached to Rosie, he went in for a friendly hug, before she handed him the award, they were forced to part their hands, she looked at him. He had changed so much since the last time she had had him this close. You could tell the maturity in his eyes, they were gentler. But, she could still see the fire in them. The right word, the right touch and she knew, it’d still be there. Her eyes fixated on his smile, she thought of how once she basically, almost, lived based on that of his. Like that sickeningly coffee she needed to have every morning to open her eyes and start her day. Absorbed by his presence, she found herself lost in his details for the millionth time. The curves of his lips, the creases on his hands, his clean, cut nails, how gently, yet firmly he would hold everything, his perfectly trimmed beard, his unfocused gaze looking out on a sea of people. As she was standing there, she thought of the time, right before she’d meet his gaze for the first time, Ellie had jokingly said “You’ll fall in love with him”. She had rolled her eyes back then, sarcastically answering “Yeah, and the water will set me on fire”, but this time around, after everything that has been said and done between them, she found herself smiling. She had fallen in love that hard with him, she could swear, water, indeed, did burn her. 

As he received the award, leaning forward to the mic, she smiled. He was always too tall, always had to bend or squat if he wanted to be heard. Looking at the statue one last time, which seemed so small in his hands, he held a deep breath. “Well…wow. I was not expecting this. Genuinely talking. First, I would just like to say that I feel honored to have been nominated among great artists and incredible songs and have won this. Hmm, well I guess when it comes down to it, this happened because you guys liked it and supported the song so thank you. Means the world.” he drew in a deeper breath “and hmm, I’d like to dedicate this award to 4 amazing women. my mum,i’d like to publicly apologize for not being the son you deserve. My sister, last year you said you were honored to be my sister, well let me tell you that by having you as my sister God has blessed me in so many ways. hm .. the third woman i’d like to thank is absolutely Rihanna, for not only making everything possible to record this song but for just being the outstanding artist she is.  And the last woman i’d like to thank is someone who made this record perfect.. - looking back at her, her mouth parted, he eyes teary. - …thank you Taylor. and if you can, one day, please forgive me. - facing towards the crowd once more - once again, thank you.” 

She couldn’t believe her ears, as her heart fell on her stomach, it was pointless to try and fight back the tears, as they flushed streaming down her cheeks. Her bottom lip shaking as he was there, right in front of her. The man of her broken dreams was vulnerably apologizing for the whole world to see. Trying to think of the countless times she prayed he’d choose her instead of his pride, she sobbed silently. She could see no one else in the room. For a brief moment, it was just him, as he pulled his strong arms gently around her, burying his face of the crock of her neck, breathing her in deeply as if for the past 8 months, his breath has been denied. And she gripped hard on his shoulders, with everything inside of her, everything that she felt slowly coming back to life. And she found questioning herself, how late is too late to rekindle an unfortunate love?

stay with me

Originally posted by wahsabi

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.

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Casualties- Chapter 1 (1/?)

A new story is here! Hello to all! I’ve been plotting, writing, re-plotting, editing, and re-writing for the past few weeks, but I finally think that I have a groove going on. This is my first time dabbling into Modern AUs, so I hope that it turns out okay. Some things will be quite different in this story (i.e., I’ve changed up Emma’s background a little bit and whatnot), but I will try my best to make sure that I explain everything clearly so that it will be easy to follow along. I really hope that you all enjoy!

RATED M for LANGUAGE and ANGST and other stuff.


“And the Emmy for best actress in a drama series goes to…” Emma closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to summon her fake smile that she would have to portray when she lost. “Emma Swan in ‘Casualties’!”

A roar of applause echoed around the arena, causing Emma’s heart to fall into her stomach and her eyes to snap wide open. She turned to her side and saw her brother standing up, clapping and cheering her on. “Stand up, Em. You won!”

She turned to the director of the television show that she starred in and waited for confirmation that this was not a dream. Director and Writer, August Booth stood up and cheered loudly. “Go on!”

Emma heard the MC speaking over the applause and she smiled brightly as she finally stood up, covering her gaping mouth with her hand. “This is Emma Swan’s first Emmy nomination, and first Emmy win.”

She quickly pulled her brother, David, into her arms for a quick embrace before walking slowly and carefully to the steps of the stage. She looked up and saw famous actress, Aurora, standing on the stage waiting to present Emma with her award.

After successfully climbing the stairs, she walked over to Aurora and gave her a tight hug.

“I’m so happy for you, Emma. Congratulations!” Aurora said into her ear.

“Thank you.” Emma smiled through her joyful tears as she was handed her Emmy.

After taking another deep breath, she stood in front of the microphone— waiting to give her acceptance speech.

“I want to make this quick because I feel like I might be sick.” She laughed as she tightened her grip on the golden trophy. “Seriously, this is insane. Okay… um first of all, I want to thank my brother. He’s stuck by my side through everything that I have been through, and words cannot describe how much I love and appreciate you. To his wife, Mary Margaret, I love you. Thank you for being the sister that I never had.”

Emma felt her lips quivering and she chuckled and tried to blink away her tears as she continued. “I have to thank my publicist and good friend, Regina. I would be so lost without you. I also want to thank the amazing cast and crew, and my second family— August, Graham, Lance, Mulan, Tink, and Killian. I want to thank the Academy for giving me this opportunity; and lastly, I want to thank all of the incredible fans for not only watching the show, but for loving the show as much as I do. 'Casualties’ means so much to me, you honestly have no idea, and I am so grateful for all of those who have fallen in love with Laiken Halle and her story. Thank you.”

Emma stepped away from the microphone and flashed the audience with one more smile before turning away and walking away, the sound of applause and cheers filling her ears as she disappeared behind the curtains.

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Don’t care what they say.

barryallen-thefastestmanalive asked:

Could you do a dodie imagine with dodie and the reader dating??

So this takes place when dodie was nominated for the shorty awards just a little while ago, but i made dodie younger than she is now. Think 18, 19 ish. Also i know the shorty awards are for youtubers and the like, but lets pretend it’s more for up and coming people. Also you know me had to include J2 somehow sooooo…

When you turned thirteen you had your first boyfriend. Your Dad almost had a heart attack, but the relationship lasted a week so he didn’t need to worry for long. When you were fifteen you started to date another boy, your Dad cried watching you go on your first official date. That relationship lasted four months, when he broke up with you, you weren’t that heart broken. 

By the time you had graduated highschool, and had gone off to college you had experienced your share of boyfriends. No matter how many dates you went on, or how many boys you kissed, you never really felt anything for any of them. 

While at college you knew you would have to get a job, so you looked around for months before finding one as a character on supernatural for an episode. That one episode turned into two, and then eleven, you soon became a re-occurring character. After two years on the show you had grown a small fan base, that fan base was dedicated enough to get you nominated for a shorty award. 

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Hit on Me

A Kimax AU where Max and Kim are two pro-fighting sportscasters who are in love but haven’t realized it yet. Also cue aro/ace Alix -who’s having a lot more fun with all this than she should.

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“Okay Max, you can do it. This will be easy. Just take a deep breath and go through what you want to say, just how you practiced.” Max mumbled to himself, adjusting his glasses as he walked down the long office hallway. He reached the elevators and quickly pushed the button, tapping his foot as he waited for the light above his floor number to flash. It was oddly quiet, and all he could hear was the whirring of the pulley system, bringing the elevator up to his level.

“Why am I so nervous?” Max said to himself, looking at his reflection in the stainless steel doors. He was wearing his best suit, a sleek dark gray one that he picked out only a few weeks ago. He was even wearing his lucky green bow tie – he didn’t believe in luck in the slightest, but he thought that there was a high possibility that it would psychologically affect him, hopefully giving him more confidence. In fact, in one of the dozens of websites he was scrolling through last night, it said that wearing your favorite color could spike the area in your brain that activated…he was getting off topic.

He always did this. The more nervous he was, the more he immersed himself in numbers and statistics until it began to lose focus and forget where he was. In short, it wasn’t helping. He ran a hand through his short brown hair and adjusted his glasses once more, yet another one of his nervous habits. “You’re just talking to the woman.” He said firmly, looking at the elevator doors. “There’s a position open as the new sportscaster for the pro-fighting league, and although you manage the IT department, you are capable of doing the job. No,” Max corrected, looking back at his reflection and standing up straighter, “You deserve this job.”

Then he heard the familiar ding and watched as the elevator doors opened. He straightened his bow tie and stepped into the lift, breathing a sigh of relief when he saw that it was empty. People were variables that he just could not deal with right now.

“Hey can you hold it!” A voice called from the hallway, startling Max. He watched dumbly as the doors closed in front of him, but then a hand shot out to hold them open just in time. Max looked down at his shoes in embarrassment as the man entered the elevator. He had gotten lost in his owns thoughts again. Now he looked like a jerk.

“S-sorry, I didn’t mean to –”

“No worries,” The voice said as the doors closed behind him. Max looked up and was met with a pair of gray eyes. “I got here just in time. I’m pretty fast.” The stranger said with a wink. Max felt something constrict inside his chest. He assumed they were his nerves, reminding him of what he had set out to do.

“It’s really no problem,” The unnamed man said. He looked like he was about Max’s age – early 20s. Max saw the concern in his eyes and realized how tense he must look.

“Sorry!” Max blurted out, fixing his glasses. “I’m just a little stressed today, that’s all.” He admitted, fighting the temptation to adjust this glasses again. He didn’t have OCD, he had been tested at a young age for that, but ever since he was little he always had certain habits that he would always go to in extremely emotionally taxing situations. Apparently .8% of French citizens suffered from some sort of…

“Why are you stressed?”

Max flicked his eyes back to the man looking at him, losing his train of thought. He saw the warmth and sincerity in the stranger’s gaze, and something about it made him a little more relaxed. “I’m asking one of the higher ups for a job change.”

“Well that shouldn’t be too bad.” The man said with a grin, leading against the elevator railing.

“It’s a big change.” Max said with a nervous laugh. Then the elevator doors opened and a woman shuffled in, her nose in her newspaper. She quietly took up the back left corner, not saying a word. Max tried not to be fazed, but he couldn’t help but think, another variable.

“What is this job change, if you don’t mind me asking?” The mysterious man with the gray eyes said, cocking his head to the side. He looked genuinely interested in what Max had to say.

“There’s a position open as a pro-fighting sportscaster.”

The man let out a short laugh.

“What?” Max questioned. He watched as the man combed a hand through his black hair. He noticed that a good portion of it was died a nice golden color. He’d never seen hair that looked quite like that, even though about 12% of people dye their hair before the age of 25, 5% of those people being…

“I didn’t peg you as a person who was interested in sports.” The man answered simply.

Max’s whole demeanor changed. He crossed his arms and stood up a bit straighter, although he was still about a foot shorter than the man in front of him. “I’ll have you know that I grew up watching every kind of sport imaginable. I memorized all the rules, all the statistics, the player’s names, the awards won, the records broken –” He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, “I may not look like I’m interested in sports, but trust me when I tell you I know my stuff.” He looked up at the man with a determined gaze, daring him to misjudge him once more.

Max faltered when he saw the unreadable expression on the man’s face. Something in the guy’s eyes flashed and he shifted off of the railing to stand to his full height.

“That almost sounded like a challenge.” The man said. He looked like he was holding back a grin.

“Maybe it is.” Max shot back, wondering if he was about to get beat up in an elevator. This man was taller and obviously stronger than him, but he was scrappy, he could take him on, right? He glanced at the woman, who was still immersed in her paper. He didn’t think that she would come to his aid if a fight broke out. His throat became very dry all of a sudden.

The man held out his hand, and Max instinctively flinched at the movement. Then he realized that the guy wanted to shake his hand and hastily reached it out, cheeks blazing in embarrassment.

“I’m Le Chien Kim, but you can call me Kim.” The man declared, grasping Max’s hand firmly in his own. Then he leaned over to Max’s eye level. “And I should have you know that I love a challenge.” He said with a 1000 watt smile. Max’s heart skipped a beat, probably due to the fact that his life had flashed before his eyes in the moment that this guy, Kim, had offered his hand. He hadn’t anticipated this, and he was pretty good with probability.

He wasn’t sure what to make of this guy. He was unpredictable, more so than most people. And although, logically, this should have made him more uncomfortable than he usually is around people, it gave him an odd feeling of excitement.

“Who won the French PFL tournament three years ago?”

Max was initially startled by the abrupt question, but then he adjusted his glasses and said easily, “Jean Moreau for the men’s league, Renée Leroy for the women’s.”

“And what was Leroy’s record by the time she won her second championship?” Kim asked, leaning over even further, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“7 loses, 162 wins, a new record for the women’s league, and the men’s for that matter.” Max said without a second thought.

Kim straightened back up, looking impressed. “And what do you think that this year will hold for the PFL?”

Max furrowed his brow in thought. “Well, all of the most well known fighters have retired in the past two years, so there is a void in experience.” Then Max looked back at Kim. “I believe that there is going to be a new talent to come out of the woodwork, someone that nobody expected. Somebody that will make pro-fighting fresh and better than ever.” He declared with confidence.

Kim smiled wide. Then he put his hand on Max’s shoulder. “I think I have some new talent in front of me right now.” Max stared back at him with wide eyes, and then he smiled shyly as well.

“What do you think, Madam Roux?” Kim asked, turning his attention to the woman in the corner.

‘Wait, why does that name sound familiar…’ Max thought to himself.

Suddenly the woman put down her newspaper, revealing a wide grin that rivaled Kim’s. “I think we found your new partner.”

Max laughed nervously, inching towards the elevator doors. He knew he was heading for one of the higher floors, but this had taken a while, and these overly energetic people were starting to freak him out. Then it clicked.

“Madam Roux!” Max exclaimed. This was the woman he was going to talk to! He wasn’t sure what she looked like, so he didn’t recognize her at first, but she fit the description he read online perfectly, along with the grainy picture on the company’s website.

“The legend herself.” Kim said with a wink.

“Wait, but, I was going to, I mean, I wanted to –” Max began, stumbling over his words. This was not how he planned it at all. Would it even make sense to go through his script now?

“You’ve got the job.” Madam Roux said, scribbling something down on her newspaper. Then she tore a piece off and handed it to Max. “Here’s my number. We expect you to be at Charles’ Arena at 7pm tomorrow. Don’t be late.” With that the elevator doors opened and she walked into the hallway, disappearing in a matter of seconds.

“What just happened?” Max asked himself, clutching his head in one hand and looking down at the piece of newspaper.

“You just became my new partner.” Kim answered, that grin still on his face. “Um, this is your floor, right?” He asked.

“Huh? Oh! Yes, this is where I was heading…” Max mumbled, stepping out of the elevator. “What did you two mean about a partner?”

Kim rested his arm on the front of the elevator, leaning casually towards Max. “I was working for Monsieur Faure before he retired. I got promoted to head sportscaster starting this upcoming season, but I requested a partner. Guess we’re going to be seeing a lot of each other.” He answered with a wink. Max gulped. Then he hastily adjusted his glasses and gripped the piece of newspaper more tightly in his hand.

“Thank you.” Max said, looking intensely at his new co-worker.

Kim dropped his arm from its place on the elevator, looking caught off guard for a moment. Then he broke into one of his blinding smiles. “Don’t thank me, you showed off all your skills. I’m just the one who pushed you a little.” Then he chucked to himself. “I have a feeling this is how this partnership is going to go. I’m looking forward to it.”

Max couldn’t help but smile a little as well. He could feel a sort of electricity in the air, which was odd, since there didn’t seem to be any exposed circuits and the atmosphere was supposed to be uncharacteristically dry today, at least according to his weather app…well, whatever this strange feeling was, he kind of liked it. It was different. Uncharted territory. “I’m looking forward to it too.”

Kim nodded his head and pressed one of the elevator buttons. Soon the doors began to close. “Wait,” He said a moment later, holding open the elevator. “I don’t know your name.”

Max pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and stood up straight. “Max Kanté.” He stated.

“Max Kanté.” Kim said to himself, a strange smile on his face. Then he looked back up at the young man before him. “Until next time, Max.” He let the doors close in front of him and soon Max was left alone in the hallway. He watched as the lights above the elevator flashed, and the pulley system whirred once more. Then he took a deep breath.

“Well that was…unexpected.” Max mused, still frozen in place. Who knew something so spontaneous, could turn out so perfectly? For once in his life, he didn’t have a fact or statistic to explain how he was feeling, what had just happened. He found himself struggling to find a word to describe just how gray Kim’s eyes were. Then he shook his head and headed down the hallway, willing his legs to move in a steady rhythm.

He looked down at that piece of newspaper for what might have been the hundredth time. Charles’ Arena. 7 pm tomorrow. “I did it.” Max said to himself, unable to hold back his grin. “I really did it!” He repeated, pumping his fist in the air as he tried and failed to reign in his excitement. He had entered the main section of the office at that point and noticed one of the secretaries giving him an odd look. He quickly sobered his expression and gave her a short greeting.

‘Wait.’ Max thought, suddenly realizing something. ‘I came here during my lunch break to talk to Madam Roux, but now that I’ve already gotten the job…’ He rubbed his neck sheepishly. He didn’t need to get off the elevator. Actually, there was no point for him to be on this floor at all. He turned around and walked back the way he came, trying to ignore the puzzled look on the secretary’s face as he left the main room that he had just entered.

‘Well what am I going to do now?’ Max wondered, back in the hallway with the elevators. He had twenty minutes until his break was over. Then he got an idea and pulled out his cell phone.

He scrolled down his contacts until he reached the name he was looking for, tapping his fingers against his thigh as he listened to his phone ring.

“Hiya poindexter.” The voice said on the other end of the line. Max rolled his eyes and smiled.

“I thought we went over this?” Max said, trying and failing to sound disapproving.

“Oh yeah we definitely did, I just chose not to listen.” The voice admitted.

Max chucked. “Alixxxxx.”

“Hey take me as I am or not at all.”

“Then I get to call you Lazytown.” Max declared, biting back his grin.

“Okay, I may have short pink hair, and I may be a little too obsessed with physical activity, but if you call me Lazytown I will not hesitate to kick your ass.”

Max shuddered at the threat. Alix may be shorter than him, but she trained the best pro-fighters in the French league. He wouldn’t stand a chance.

“Noted.” He said, his throat suddenly dry. Then he remembered why he called her in the first place. “So, do you have a minute to talk?”

“Yeah, my new protégé is taking a water break. You’ve gotta check this girl out sometime, Max, she’s going places.”

“Actually I think I’ll be seeing a lot of her in the future…” Max said vaguely, but Alix immediately understood.

“You got the job!” Alix exclaimed, excitement obvious in her voice. “How was it? What did you say? Don’t tell me you used all of those statistics you prepared because we talked about –”

Max laughed. “The plan was trashed before I really started it.” He admitted.

“Really? That’s not like you.” Alix said, puzzled.

“Oh I didn’t trash the plan.” Max said, leaning against the wall. “Le Chien Kim did.”


“Apparently he’s my new partner. And apparently he likes a challenge.”

“Oh I’m gonna have fun with this guy.” Alix said, and Max could picture the evil grin on her face.

He smiled to himself as he continued to talk to his best friend on the phone. He had a good feeling about all this – a strange, indescribable feeling – but a good feeling nevertheless.

For the rest of the day he couldn’t seem to get those gray eyes out of his head. Whenever he tried to recall one of his many facts and figures, all he could think of were those eyes. He couldn’t seem to understand why.

Star Spangled Gal Pt. Three

Part One Part Two (Part 3 is the final part! <3)

Words: 983
Steve Rogers x Reader 

Inspired from a post by  @sebastianismydistraction &  @theartofimagining13

Imagine: Catching Steve Rogers’ eye and meeting him at the Captain America museum exhibit where you work and dress up as the 1940′s showgirls.

“How in the world did I let you talk me into this?” You groaned as you rode in the passenger’s seat of Lilly’s car. You were coming up on the road that everyone in the city knew led to the Avenger’s Compound. You seriously couldn’t believe you’d let her talk you into actually going there. You were certain the Avengers were just being polite when they had invited you both over. They were celebrities. It’s not like they let just anyone through their gates. A fact that Lilly was about to find out.

“Hi, this is Lilly Albright and [Y/N] [Y/L/N], we’re from the Captain America exhibit at the Smithsonian.” She explained to the security box at the end of the Avenger’s gate.

To your equal horror and surprise, the gate opened. As it turned out, the Avengers do just let anyone through their gate. Lilly parked her car in the lot she’d been instructed to and together you walked towards the compound’s closest entrance. Tony Stark was waiting for you both by the door.

“Lilly, [Y/N].” He hugged each of you as if you were all old friends. The whole thing was a little too much of an out of body experience for your liking. “Just in time, we were about to have dinner. Are you hungry? What am I taking about? You’re coming from work. Of course, you’re hungry!” Tony waved you both inside and led you through the Compound’s series of winding labyrinth like hallways.

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anonymous asked:

hi! I don't want to sound rude at all or anything, but what has Ian Somerhalder done that's brought on the negativity? again, not trying to seem like a dick, just looking to be informed. thanks! (:

I’m so sorry this took me 10 years to reply to I got it this morning but I’ve been so busy I haven’t had the time to respond until now. Also, pls don’t feel bad for asking a question you’re totally fine! I’m on mobile at my aunts house so this isn’t as good as it would be if I could like sit down and type a response so I’m going to do the best that I can, here goes:

-When he started dating Nikki he was at a convention and he said he needed viagra to shoot DE scenes because apparently Nina is just so gross. Like come on dude, we all saw how obsessed he was with her, it was a little extensive at times (i.e. staring at her boobs during interviews). Yea, he sure as hell never needed viagra with her lmao bitter much, Ian?

-He also said that Elena’s contribution to the show was “banging the brothers and now they’re better people for it”. I mean the dude straight up slut shamed a female character for having sex with her boyfriends. (Meanwhile his character has literally fucked every female character that’s ever been on the show)

-also when a fan asked if we’d ever get to see a delena wedding he said “I’m already married.” Apparently he doesn’t understand the difference between real life and television.

-Yelling and berating a group of like 10 fans that were just asking for autographs, literally making a girl cry. He legit screamed at her for asking to take a photo, it’s on video and he gave this long ass speech to them like “THIS IS MY DAY” and then when everyone called him out on it after they saw the video online he made this Instagram post with a ten paragraph caption (full of grammatical errors bc he’s an idiot) about how great he is and how he did nothing wrong because he’s amazing to his fans. (Because screaming at them for wanting to take a photo with you because they look up to you is treating your fans so great)

-A few weeks later another video was released of him doing the same thing again

-he’s such a child he can’t even be in the same room as Nina. Example: the past teen choice awards he had a con going on so they rescheduled the entire convention so he’d be able to attend the tca’s, but then he blew it off. Nina was the only one that showed up and accepted the award that they had BOTH won all by herself. Dude can’t even face his ex girlfriend who is perhaps one of the most reserved and mature women I’ve ever seen and has a new boyfriend like come on you’ve both moved on and she left the show, you can’t even stand on a stage with her for 2 minutes to thank your fans for endlessly voting and giving you this award???

-One time he liked a photo Nina posted on Twitter and then claimed he was “hacked.” (Even though he insists that they’re friends and there’s no bad blood but he can’t like a photo she posts on social media that’s just too far lol) and apparently when someone hacks your Twitter they just like someone’s photo and then do nothing else lmao even the cast of the show (Matt Davis) were making fun of him for it bc it was such a lie

-his foundation is bullshit. They’ve legit never done a single thing and most of the donations go to him personally so now he has a 3 million dollar home in Venice thanks to his fake love for animals. Also, the people that donated thousands of dollars with the promise of a phone call with him never got it. He’s been investigated by the IRS like ten times already.

-he legit gets in fights with 10 year old girls on social media just take a look at his insta it’s all there. Some 12 year old made a comment about Nikki once and he straight up responded and flipped out at her and everyone was like wow okay she’s a child probably on her moms phone and you’re a grown man like come on grow the fuck up. And he’s done this multiple times to multiple girls. What kind of 36 year old man feels so threatened by a little kid that he’s gotta put her in her place? Once again, GROW UP.

-he’s super inappropriate with underage girls at conventions and makes comments about their “boobies” (his word not mine)

-made a rape joke about a month back when someone asked why Bonnie would ever sleep with Damon so he said he’d “get her drunk” bc when you’re drunk you can’t consent

-only takes pictures or interacts with fans if he’s being paid at conventions otherwise he refuses and yells at them

-he also lied about his relationship with Nikki. Someone once said it was kinda fucked up that he would date his ex’s friend and he responded by saying that Nikki and Nina weren’t friends and only met twice, which is a straight up lie. The two ladies made a video together for this campaign about health insurance, they hung out tons of times (there’s photos), Nina was literally at Nikki’s first wedding a few years back and the couples used to go on double dates. It’s his life and he can do what he wants, but the man just constantly lies about everything it’s ridiculous. Like even if they were friends who cares why do you feel the need to lie about it just to explain yourself to some random commenter on the Internet???

-his ego is so big idk how he can even walk down the street without it weighing him down the dude is obsessed with himself. He has a contest going on right now where you can win a dinner with him and Nikki and literally JUST TO ENTER you have to pay 10,000 dollars lmao

-there’s so much stuff it’s impossible to list all of it but that gives you an idea. For more stuff just check my anti-Ian tag it’s got everything that’s ever been posted.

-overall he’s a disgusting self obsessed misogynistic piece of shit who thinks he’s gods gift to women when in fact he’s nothing but a creepy narcissistic ass hole

Photo shoot Ready: Tom Holland x Black Actress

Requested: Tom and Reader are called to do a couples photo shoot and interview for Vogue. Tom is a bit nervous because he believes the photo shoot is a bit risque. 

You walked hand in hand with Tom on the set of the photo shoot. It was 3 in the morning and the shoot would last nearly all day. 

When Vogue called you two, you were a bit worried- You and Tom’s relationship had lasted for nearly 6 years because of how private you were. Both of you felt like a photoshoot of some sort was like bragging and that it made your relationship seem very staged. But after a long discussion with To and both of your teams, you all agreed. 

You saw your reflection in the dressing room mirror, “Yikes.” You had on one of Tom’s hats and you looked tired, very tired. Tom had his own separate dressing room along with all of the clothes he was to wear. 

You checked out the costumes and a few of the pieces, some were nearly just pieces of cloth. Tom was a bit anxious about the whole theme it was supposed to be modern day Bonnie & Clyde. He didn’t want everybody seeing you naked but he knew that was a part of the job. 

Haz was by his friends side looking through his clothes. “This leather jacket is sick!” Haz said taking it off the rack. “Yeah, I wonder what they have Y/N wearing?”

“Mate, it’s going to fine.” Haz laughed. His style team came walking through the door, “Alright T, you ready?” 


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