if you still want me to nominate you please ask i would be more than happy to

BTS: how they propose to you

so this is quite a soft one, besides from Taehyung’s one so, warning for that, but i wanted to do something cute and innocent, even though im not good at it (i hate being cheesy and the majority of fluff fanfictions are, like, throw up kinda cheesy) but either way here’s how BTS would propose to you!

as always make sure you send me requests for reactions/imagines/preferences!

some of this content is for mature minds only (taehyung) ;)

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Robbed (Lin-Manuel x Reader)

Summary: You admittedly robbed someone of an Oscar. Lin unadmittedly was robbed of an Oscar. But you meet each other so everything turns out okay in the end.

Word Count: 1,400ish (for my first fic? yikes)

Warnings: non-existent knowledge of how the Oscars actually work, a tweet more than 140 characters, shamelessly including a dancing Matt Damon.

A/N: Hi, I’m brand new. My first fic ever. I’m nervous about posting it so any feedback would be greatly appreciated. 

(Yes, I am not over the Oscars yet. In my mind, Lin won and gave an acceptance speech so beautiful I wept.)

You smoothed out your dress as you posed for pictures. There was no wrinkles or folds that needed smoothing - your handler and stylist had made sure of that - but your nerves made you forget what to do with your hands and apparently smoothing the fabric that was draped around your body was the best thing you could come up with. You attempted to turn towards every direction you were being yelled at from, giving them what you hoped to be good shots, but you were too busy overthinking your every move to care about how good you looked in the pictures.

“[Y/N], Center Stage wants an interview.” your handler stepped in, adjusting the bottom of your dress so you could walk without tripping before leading you further down the red carpet. You marveled at the sheer star power you found yourself surrounded by as you walked. 

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If you want to unstan...

I’ve seen many of you losing interest or more like beginning to change your stanning experience. When I first began to read things about the industry & stuff, I sort of got this discourage as well. It hurt me to know that my idols’ lives weren’t as real as I had in mind. But now, more woke than I could ever imagine, I realise… After all they’ve gone through, I admire them even more & how lucky, how truly lucky I got when these five ladies entered into my life.

They’re not robots. Yes, they’ve gone through things we would consider extremist & unrealistic but let me tell you something: We fell in love with 5 beautiful humans who grant us access to a little piece of their hearts in every interview, in every performance, in every snap story.

Just because their lives happen to be quite frenetic at times or happen to be quite hard to understand for us fans, doesn’t mean they feel any less, that they are any less normal. Well, in this latter, maybe I’m wrong… You know what? Forgot what I just said, they’re not normal, they’re exceptional.

“Not all heroes wear capes” As cliché as it may sound, it’s nothing else but the truth. The five of them have saved more lives than we could picture. They’ve helped so many souls out there (including mine) to heal whatever wounds we had, wounds crying out desperately for attention. To mend whatever broken piece we had inside, that kept on thickening the cut. They’ve been there every step of that unsteady path. Even if it’s them doing the dumbest video, while watching it you can’t fight that grin. You can’t even try, cause you know damn well won’t resist to those five goofy smiles . Camila was right, some people don’t understand one of the many meanings behind idolisation.

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I Still Love Him | e.d

Originally posted by rosesdolan

A/n: written to the quote at the end of Lana Del Rey’s song “National Anthem

And I remember when I met him, it was so clear that he was the only one for me


I was sitting alone in a small coffee shop gripping my mug for warmth while scrolling through my phone when he walked in. The bell at the top of the door rang, the winter wind sweeping him inside. I watched him closely as he walked up to the counter ordering; studying his features. He looked around, instantly locking eyes with mine. I sent him a small smile before taking another sip of my coffee.

“I’m Ethan Dolan” he introduced himself.


We both knew it, right away


The summer breeze combed through my hair as Ethan drove. His hand resting on my thigh the other clutching the steering wheel. I watched him, laughing as he belted out the words to our favorite song. The sun hitting his features just right, almost as if he was glowing. Our laughter filling the air; he was mesmerizing. Our bodies soaking in the summer sun as we laid on the beach together that afternoon. He would scoop me up and carry me unwillingly into the icy water. My screams of laughter annoying everyone around us. It was as if the only people on the planet were him and I, he was the only thing I cared about.

“I love you” he confessed to me as we watched the sunset.


And as the years went on, things got more difficult, we were faced with more challenges


The nights always ended in arguments. I became insecure about myself, and would accuse him of cheating. Rumors floated around about him and a girl constantly hanging out. At first it was just hearsay, and then the pictures started to surface. She was beautiful, way more than I expected. He insisted that they were just friends, but my jealously always showed. He never lost faith in me, even with my accusations. He came home one night his eyes filled with sorrow.

“She kissed me” he cried.

I’ll never forget the look in his eyes as he repeated those words to me over and over again. Tears streaming down his face as he begged for my forgiveness.


I begged him to stay


Things started to get harder. Ethan was always busy trying to come up with new content for their channel. When the opportunity knocked on their door for another tour, they couldn’t miss the chance to accept. That night we sat down and talked; laid everything out on the table. He told me he thought it was best to go our separate ways. With him being so far away, and our relationship being so fragile he didn’t think it was going to last. I watched him as he talked; not saying a word. Studying his features for the last time. The way his lips creased in a frown, the way his eyebrows scrunched together as he tried to find the right words to say, and the way he played with his fingers and avoided my gaze. I longed for him to look at me, to reassure me that I’ll be fine on my own. I didn’t want him to leave, after all I loved him.

“Please don’t go” I cried.


Try to remember what we had at the beginning


It was strange when we met again. I remember sitting in that same coffee shop where it all began. He looked happy, almost angelic. When he caught my eye, he had to do a double take. Then he gave me that smile, that same small smile that awoke the butterflies in my stomach. It was almost a year since our last conversation, but for me it felt like yesterday. We talked for hours catching up on each others latest adventures. He was just as how I remembered him, throwing jokes left and right. I didn’t remember the last time I smiled or laughed like I did that day with him.

“I missed you” he admitted. It warmed my heart to hear him say those words. 


He was charismatic, magnetic, electric and everybody knew it

The twins were invited to an award show since they were nominated for best comedians. My arm wrapped through his, I smiled as we walked down the carpet while photographers took our pictures. I listened as he got interviewed; the way he talked sent chills down my spine. Just by the sound of his voice filled my body with a desire. I watched him laugh with Grayson the paparazzi calling there names to get there attention. He looked at me on the sidelines, calling me over.

“They deserve to see how beautiful you look tonight” he whispered in my ear.


When he walked in every woman’s head turned, everyone stood up to talk to him


Ethan insisted on taking me out to a really nice restaurant. We were both never ones to be materialistic, but he said for this occasion it was a must. We were celebrating the Twins’ accomplishment of working with MTV on bringing back TRL. To be on tv was their dream since they were little. Ethan dressed in his best clothes, and I put on my nicest dress. When we walked into the restaurant, hand in hand, everyone began asking him questions on their success. When the waitress arrived to take our orders she couldn’t take her eyes off him. I couldn’t lie, Ethan was extremely captivating just from the way he presented himself. When Ethan caught me starring at the girl, and her staring at him he let out a small chuckle.

“You’re the only person I need” he said, kissing me.


He was like this hybrid, this mix of a man who couldn’t contain himself


One of the things I loved about Ethan was that he was always so carefree. We went on a road trip to visit the place he knew I always wanted to see. He had so much energy and excitement filled in him it was a sight to behold. He was always so at peace when we went on trips like this. It was as if he could leave all his problems behind. I knew things were hard on him; he struggles so much to make people happy, and sometimes he forgot about himself along the way. We camped out in a deserted spot watching as the stars slowly appeared. I cuddled next to Ethan on the blanket we shared as we stared up admiring the night sky. Talking about the simple things, and reminiscing. I grew tired and wanted to head back to the truck to sleep, but Ethan held me tighter.

“Let’s just stay like this, for a little while longer” he pleaded.


I always got the sense that he became torn between being a good person and missing out on all of the opportunities that life could offer a man as magnificent as him


For him the nights grew long. He hardly slept because he stayed up with Grayson while they came up with new video ideas. He constantly stressed about wanting everything to be perfect for his fans. That’s what he though they deserved, something perfect. He would wake up in the middle of the night, tossing and turning. Trying to relieve himself of his worries.

“I want to give them the best.” He told me; talking about his fans.


And in that way I understood him


It was the best moment of my life, the one I could never forget. The doors opening to reveal the room full of people as they stood up. Down the long aisle way there he stood, our eyes meeting. His smile was from ear to ear as he watched my father walk me down the aisle. He held my hand helping me up the steps. His hazel eyes pouring into mine as he read his vows out loud to me.

“I promise to love you until the rest of my days” he spoke. My heart beating and taking in every word he said.

“I promise to be there with you through all your hard times” I spoke back to him.

It was the happiest day of my life; the day I married Ethan Grant Dolan.


And I loved him

I remember we walked hand in hand down the streets of Los Angeles. He had the biggest smile etched on his face, and I can’t even remember what our conversation was about. I could still see the color drain from his skin as his eyes stared straight ahead. Once Ethan pushed me behind him It all happened so fast before I realized what was going on. I can still hear the screams of everyone around us running. I peeked from behind Ethan to see a man pointing a gun straight at him.


I loved him, I loved him, I loved him, and I still love him


He tried pushing me away getting me to run, but I didn’t want to leave him. Before I knew it I heard the sound, the sound that I was dreading. Ethan collapsed on the floor in agony; the man disappearing into an ally. My screams for help where the only thing that could be heard on that empty street. I rested his head on my legs; one hand on his wound, the other on his head.

“Stay with me” I sobbed.

His eye stared up at me. What shocked me the most was that he wasn’t frowning, but he had that same small smile on his face. His brows furrowed together when he tried to move. He lifted his hand up to my check rubbing it softly. I looked down at the wound on his stomach, and all I could see was red.

“You know I love you right?” He breathed out.

I held his hand on my cheek letting out a small chuckle through my sobs, nodding vigorously. I heard the sirens in the distance.

“Don’t leave me, okay.” I begged.

His eyes slowly shut as he let out his last breath. The sirens growing louder and louder as I sat there crying into his lifeless body.


I love him

Sex Sells - Luke Hemmings Smut

i suddenly felt like writing something and was inspired so i’m blessing you with this shit. (the blesser of shits aka me)


Y/N is a famous actress and after an award show Luke has a gift for her


1100ish words

Anxiety and excitement was all Y/N was feeling as she and her boyfriend sat at a circular table filled with familiar faces you’d see on TV or on the silver screen. She was nominated for her first Oscar for the best supporting actress.

She watched Jimmy Kimmel as he made jokes, cracking people up but when he said that he’ll be announcing the winner for the best supporting actress Y/N’s hands started shaking under the table. Luke noticed that her girlfriend started shaking, he held her hand and gave her a small smile. He was just as excited for her girlfriend if not more. He knew winning an Oscar was her dream and he was happy to be experiencing this with her.

“Aaaaand the winner is…” everyone held their breath “Y/N Y/S/N Congrats Y/N!” Y/N was frozen. She was so happy but she still couldn’t believe that she actually won. “YOU WON BABY. YOU DID IT. I’M SO PROUD OF YOU.” Luke was the first of the duo to react. He pulled Y/N up of her seat and hugged her. They briefly kissed on the lips before Y/N started pacing towards the stage, only stopping to hug some of her friends on the way. She also hugged Jimmy, they already knew each other since he interviewed her 3 weeks ago.

“Ah i don’t know what to say. I didn’t think i’d win i mean i was up against all these amazing women. I wanna thank my fans firstly. They put up with a lot for me so thanks for that.” Y/N chuckled “ I also wanna thank the cast. We’ve become the closest friends over the course of shooting. I already miss seeing your faces everyday. I wanna thank my family of course. And lastly i want to dedicate this award to my boyfriend Luke, for being patient with me., always supporting me and not complaining once when i’m exhausted from shooting and in a pissy mood. I love you Luke.”

Y/N got off the stage and got interviewed by some  interviewers while her name was being engraved on the golden statue. She realised that, that would take a long time and decided to return to her boyfriend.

“Congrats baby i’m so proud of you! I knew you’d win you’re so talented. And i also have a gift for you when we’re back in the limo.” Luke said as he kissed her. “How did you know i’d win? What if i didn’t win then i wouldn’t deserve the present.” Y/N protested. “I’d still give it to you baby. In my eyes you’re the winner. Even if you lost.” Y/N smiled. Luke was so sweet to her.

When the ceremony ended and they were putting their coats on Luke asked “ So do you wanna stay for the after party or go straight home?” Y/N decided that she wanted to celebrate this with just her boyfriend and they went out to wait for their limo. She wanted to spend the night alone with her boyfriend but her phone was blowing up. Her family members, friends, everyone was calling or texting to congratulate her on her win. Luke nudged her arm to get attention and pointed at the limo. She quickly said goodbye to the person she was talking to and got in the car.

“So, what is this gift you’ve been dying to give me. The one that you’re sure i’ll love?” Oh yeah Luke praised his gift until the ceremony ended which was more than an hour. “Wait a sec. Driver can you roll up the partition? Thank you and drive a bit slow.”

Luke turned towards her and kissed her roughly. She immediately responded and kissed him back. Their tongues were exploring each others’ mouths while their hands were keeping themselves busy by gripping every piece of skin they could find. Finally Y/N’s hands settled on Luke’s broad shoulders while Luke’s were pulling the front of Y/N’s red dress down to expose her chest. Thank god she was wearing a strapless dress. Luke thanked god for the second time when he realised she couldn’t wear a bra with this dress and hurried to suck on her nipples, making  sure to leave marks on her breast and collar bones on his way.

While sucking on her breasts Luke’s hands pushed the skirt Y/N’s dress up. Y/N blushed when she remembered that she hadn’t worn panties that way because she didn’t want lines on her dress. “Y/N… Did you stand on that stage bare in front of millions of people? tsk tsk bad girl. What am i gonna do with you, you’re killing me.” Luke got harder at the thought of  his girlfriend being bare up on that stage.

He started kissing up her thighs. They were both getting more excited as his head got closer to her pussy. Luke loved Y/N pussy. He thought it looked like a delicate rose. He loved to eat it, to finger it, to be inside of it. He almost liked pleasuring Y/N more than Y/N pleasuring him. Hell he probably did.

When his tongue touched her pussy, Y/N threw her head back and let out a moan. Wanting to hear more of her pleasure sounds, Luke started to lick faster and harder. He was sucking her clit and the sounds she was making was urging him to go faster, harder.

“Luke more please more.” Y/N begged and Luke couldn’t resist her and pushed two fingers inside of her. “YES YES LUKE OH I THINK - I THINK I’M CLOSE” Luke started fingering and sucking harder and ordered her to look at him in the eye. He wanted to see the look of complete bliss on her face when she came. That was one of his favourite parts of sex. That was also the reason why he preferred missionary  sex. His band mates called him vanilla but they didn’t know the reason behind it and Luke wasn’t planning on telling it in the near future.

Luke was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Y/N’s moans getting louder and quicker. “That’s it baby cum. Cum on my face. You deserve it baby. ” that quickened her orgasm and she came. Luke watched her in awe and cleaned her up with his tongue.

After catching her breath Y/N reached for Luke’s cock but Luke pulled away. “Tonights about you baby. You don’t have to return the favour. We won’t be stopping till the sun rises anyways.” They both laughed at that and Luke settled next to her holding her close while see caught her breath.

When the car slowed down they knew they were close to their apartment and Y/N stilled herself to fix her dress. She giggled “So your famous gift was an orgasm wow.” Luke answered smugly “This is Hollywood baby. Sex sells.”

Good for me C.H.

Another Calum one shot. After this one I am going to write something but it won’t be about Calum. If you have some requests, leave them here 

By the way, this is my first ever requested imagine so I’m so happy. I hope you like it, babes. Also, I’m not so good writing smut so I’m sorry for that. 

Summary Could you do an imagine please of where you and calum go to an interview and you’re a popular singer long before 5SOS were around and the interviewer keeps saying things like “you’re here because of y/n” ect and then he’s grumpy all the time you get home and you guys just like get into a bad argument and make up sex with is v steamy thank youuu xxx

Requested: yassss

Trigger Warning: smut 

Word count: 1,5k

Masterlist/ Requests/ Prompts (the prompts are not mine)

Camera flashes were the only thing I could see all along the red carpet. People were screaming our names as we were walking down, pausing every second to pose for the cameras.

Calum had his arm resting on my waist, his finger brushing the skin that my backless dress showed. He was dressed in an amazing suit that made me drool over him. A smile was plastered on his face the whole evening, even in the red carpet, a place I knew he didn’t like that much. But he had told me that he wanted to be there with me, supporting me in what could be the most important night of my career. I had been nominated for two Grammys: best R&B singer and best album of the year and I couldn’t be more nervous. Of course, I wanted to win but I also adored the other artists who were also nominated. So having Calum by my side, made me feel calmer.

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Imagine finding a Tiffany&Co ring box in Chris’ sock drawer.

“Do you need some help?” Chris asked as you padded around the house with the laundry basket under you arm. You rolled your eyes as a response because you knew it was a empty offer, even as he asked you, his eyes never once left the TV screen. “Because I’m more than- Go, go, go, go!” He yelled excitedly, his hands tightly clenched around the TV remote and his beer.

“It’s alright, you enjoy your little sports game.”

“If you say so.” He took his eyes off the screen for a split second to throw you a quick wink, drawing laughter from you. “I’ll do the house chores the next time Supernatural comes on,” he promised and you rolled your eyes again.

“You’re so full of it, you’d never do anything when Supernatural’s on because you watch it too.”

“Yeah but- only because you’re crazy about Jensen Ackles and I don’t want you to fall too deeply in-love with him.” You laughed at that. “Oh my God!” He groaned at the TV, throwing his hands in the air. “Seriously? C'mon!” You winced at all his hand movements, praying the beer wouldn’t spill on the couch again.

“Chris, can you please not flail your arms around when you’re holding a beer? I’m nearly done with the chores and I don’t want to add clean beer from couch to the list,” you told him and he immediately did as you had said. “Thank you,” you chuckled. “Well- I’m going upstairs to sort out our socks so if you need anything…” You trailed off, waiting for him to finish the sentence.

“Get it myself,” he recited then glanced back at you with a smile.

“You got it, Cap.” You shot him a wink and he kissed the air in front of him before turning back to the TV. “C'mon Dodge,” you beckoned your head for the playful puppy to follow you which he was more than happy to considering his best friend was too busy with the game to pay him any attention. “You can help me sort out the socks.”

Dodger ran ahead of you, his nails clicking against the hard wood floor as he scurried up the stairs. You followed him to the master bedroom and watched him jump up on the bed, circling then settling on Chris’ side. You placed the basket down on the bed next to him before walking over to the dresser. You had the lazy habit of yanking the entire drawer out so you could sit and sort rather than have to walk back and forth or stand there.

Downstairs, Chris’ brain floated back to what you said and his heart stopped in his chest. He tossed the remote to the side and plonked the beer down on the table before scrambling upstairs, calling out to you as he did. “Babe, leave the sock drawer alone!”

You stood there, mouth agape, staring at the traditional blue Tiffany&Co ring box. You swore you stopped breathing the second your eyes caught it. You gently scooped it into your hands as though you were afraid upon touching it, it’d disappear into thin air.

You had been waiting for this moment for what seemed like forever. The two of you had already been dating for four years, you had already been living together for three, and both families had already given their seal of approval. Though there was never a proper discussion had about getting married, both you and Chris knew it was going to happen; it was just a matter of time which neither of you had a lot of considering both of your crazy schedules. This was actually the first time in six months that both of you were back home at the same time and was going to be there for a while, which was why Chris had planned to propose on Saturday night which was your fourth anniversary.

“Yeah, that’s um-” Chris leaned against the door frame, one hand against his face as he chewed on his middle finger. You turned to the door, like him, you were unable to hide your smile. “I didn’t think you’d do the socks until Sunday.”

“Is this for real?” You held up the ring box as you walked over to him. He nodded and pushed himself off the doorframe, grabbing you by your hips and pulling you closer to him. “Like- it’s an engagement ring and not a- a pair of diamond earrings or something, right?”

“Yes,” he chuckled, “it’s an engagement ring.”

“Oh my God, yes!” You squealed and threw your arms around his neck; he quickly reciprocated the hug. “The answer is yes!” You were so excited you completely ignored the fact that he actually didn’t propose to you yet. “Oh my God, Chris.” Tears welled in your eyes and you smiled at him as you pulled back in his arms to see his gorgeous face. “Yes,” you breathed.

“You do realize I haven’t actually uttered the words ‘will you marry me?’, right?” He chuckled and you were smiling too hard to say anything. “Like I’m glad you’re saying yes but this is not at all how I imagined the proposal would go. I had a whole thing planned for Saturday. Dinner, roses, sound and lights- the works.”

“Chris, you could propose to me while I was in the bath and I’d still say yes,” you told him with a chuckle and he smiled. “I love you and I want this more than anything in the world. So- planned or unplanned proposal, the answer is yes.”

“You want this more than anything in the world?” His lips quirked into a smirk. “Even more than that Oscar you’re nominated for?” He asked and you giggled. “Even more than your upcoming contract with Marvel? Even more than-” You cut him off with a kiss.

“Even more than playing Sebastian’s love interest,” you whispered and he smiled. He pecked you on the cheek then gently pushed you back and took the ring box out of your hands. “Oh my God, this is happening.” He got down on his knee, opening the blue box to reveal the most beautiful diamond ring. “This is really happening.” You took a deep breath, your heart pounding against your chest. “Oh my God.”

“Y/N Y/L/N,” he smiled and pulled the ring out of the box, taking your hand and slowly sliding it onto your ring finger as he continued. “Will you do me the honor of beco-” You were too excited to even let him finish.

“Yes!” You cut him off and he chuckled, sliding the ring into place. “Chris, it’s beautiful.” You told him, glancing at your ring as you helped him to his feet. “I love you so, so much.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, his hands sliding around to the small of your back. “And I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you, Cap.”

“Took the words right out of my mouth,” he smiled then pressed his lips against yours.

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This is an effort to spread the word about all fan fiction writers in our little fandom. If you would like to be featured or nominate a writer, please contact me. Please reblog this post if you can and check out some of @sylwrites work!

1. First things first, if someone wanted to read your stories where can they find them?

They’re posted exclusively on AO3.

2. Tell us a little about yourself.

I’m in my mid-twenties and I live in Canada. I have a giant dog that’s a lumbering buffoon of an animal and less free time than I’d like.

3. What do you never leave home without?

As a true millennial, my cell phone.

4. Are you an early bird or a night owl?

Early bird.

5. If you could live in any fictional world, which one would you choose and why?

Probably something totally unachievable like Harry Potter, just to be escapist.

6. Who is the most famous person you’ve ever met.

Literally no one. I saw Billy Bush from afar once (pre-Trump tape days), but that’s it.

7. What are some of your favorite movies/TV?

I’m a big fan of mafia movies from the 70s through the 90s, like Casino and Goodfellas. Shows like Riverdale are a guilty pleasure, but I also love Game of Thrones and Westworld.

8. What are some of your favorite bands/musicians?

I mostly listen to alternative rock/pop and indie, but honestly lately I mostly listen to podcasts.

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Writing A Musical - Step Five

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Word Count: 3,255

Tag List: @starrynerd, @thehamiltonpost, @panacebean, @whiskey-eyed-stilinski, @keikoraventeller, @ihamilhatemyself, @lovebug1313, @superwholockbooknerd526, @moldychxrry , @deltablue202, @sonicscrewdriverandtulips, @shastakitkat, @defenestrate-yourself-please, @torrentmgc, @decayingtrash, @lrdisawesome, @soundsgaebutok@eadrikschreave, @21hamstreet

Originally posted by lena-lemon

Step Five: Take a Break

You took Lin’s hand and stepped out of the car, seeing a few heads turn your way. You recognized some of them as your old high school classmates, the ones you didn’t like. After Lin handed the keys off to the valet, he offered you his arm as you both walked in.

You leaned closer, whispering in his ear, “People are staring.”

“So let them.” He replied.

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anonymous asked:

Hi if you're still doing the prompt thing,could you please do 3 and 37 for NCT's Haechan? Thanks

Lee Donghyuck (Haechan) ; “No, no, it’s my treat.” , “Can I kiss you?” + Non-idol!AU [AU not requested]

Prompts here.

Originally posted by haecha

  • okay but seriously searching for donghyuck gifs are giving me imMENSE FEELINGS ASDAFWA
  • like look at that aDORABLE SMILE I LOVE–
  • i just love him so much and its aowfgaofgawfhaoaw loml  ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜
  • ahem i’m not sorry
  • this is a non idol au kind of, sorry :l
  • okay so y’all are still babies in high school
  • you and hyuck aren’t that close, at most you guys only interact with one another whenever the teacher assigns you guys as partners for projects
  • which, mind you, is basically every project
  • i swear everyone even the principal ships you two and everyone can see you guys getting together
  • except, you know
  • your friends are fed up
  • his friends are fed up
  • the school is fed up
  • that old man crossing the street two towns away is fed up
  • everyone is fed up with how dense the two of you are about your feelings
  • jisung to chenle: “it’s like they think they’re the main characters in a drama or something”
  • he isn’t wrong honestly
  • if you searched up ‘typical drama couple’ a picture of you and hyuck would probably come up  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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ok hi guys

for those asking for it, this is a post about 7x10

but please keep in mind these are my own opinions and feelings and I don’t mean to influence anyone with them whatsoever

I do also have a theory which I’ll be including at the bottom because reasons

click the cut if you feel like listening to me ramble

(and also beware of possible spoilers)

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Tripping Over the Blue Line (24/45)

It’s a transition. That’s what Emma’s calling it. She’s transitioning from one team to another, from one coast to another and she’s definitely not worried. Nope. She’s fine. Really. She’s promised Mary Margaret ten times already. So she got fired. Whatever. She’s fine, ready to settle into life with the New York Rangers. She’s got a job to do. And she doesn’t care about Killian Jones, captain of the New York Rangers. At all.

He’s done. One more season and he’s a free agent and he’s out. It’s win or nothing for Killian. He’s going to win a Stanley Cup and then he’s going to stop being the face of the franchise and he’s going to go play for some other garbage team where his name won’t be used as puns in New York Post headlines. That’s the plan. And Emma Swan, director of New York Rangers community relations isn’t going to change that. At all.

They are both horrible liars.

Rating: Mature
Content Warnings: Swearing, eventual hockey-type violence
AN: Date. Date. Date. They’re going on a date. Also. Thomas Jefferson voice. Can we get back to…hockey? Yes. More season incoming. You guys continue to be the absolute best and I still adore @laurnorder​ (even if the Astros are up 2-0, whatever) and @beautiful-swan​ and @distant-rose​.  
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“I’m putting you on the list,” Ruby announced, sinking into the chair in front of Emma’s desk without any more explanation or preamble. She all but launched her feet on top of the wood, nearly knocking over a nameplate, three piles of papers and Emma’s work phone.

Emma held her hands up and shook her head while Ruby continued to glare at her, staring at her as if being put on some list was actually the worst thing in the world. It might have been and Emma still wouldn’t have cared.

She was happy – with a capital ‘H’ and probably a few underlines and maybe an exclamation point or two just to really drive the point home.

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Marching On (for Royai Week)

Phew. I never thought I would finish in time for Day One.

Day One: Chess

Thanks to the admins for running this and to @cyphergemini for the suggestions.

Title: Marching On

Characters: Roy Mustang, Grumman and Riza Hawkeye

Summary: Grumman has a proposal concerning Riza, and so does Roy.

Word Count: 1702

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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?

Seventeen: No Matter What

Anonymous asked: hello! can you please write a scenario where you are a trainee at pledis and as a test to see how much you have progressed, you have a solo performance as sort of an “opening” for svt on your bday but because you are so focused and stressed over your performance to impress pledis, you forget it’s your bday but seventeen doesn’t and as a happy bday surprise to you and for your hard work, they dedicate your favourite song to you and invite you back on stage to properly wish you happy bday. thanks!

Summary: There is no one who loves you more than Seventeen does.

-Admin Syrup (I changed it a bit, hope you like it nonetheless! Sorry for the suuuuuuper long wait!)

You replayed the song for what seemed like the fiftieth time for the day, limbs and mind numbed from the ceaseless practicing you had done since the morning. The squeak of your sneakers against the floor, your breath coming out in sharp huffs, and the pounding beat of the music was all that registered in your mind as you observed your form in the practice room mirror. Each movement had to be perfect before you could rest, even though your muscles were screaming at you to stop. You were so focused on the mirror that you hardly noticed someone had entered; you were only dragged back to reality when the music suddenly stopped and it felt like you were doused with cold water.

“How long have you been here?” You didn’t even have to look to confirm that the owner of the deep, rumbling voice was Jeon Wonwoo.

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* Burr × Reader
* Hamiltime
* Requested by anonymous
* Request: everything is really awkward between them and they run into each other walking and reader losses her glasses and there’s a bunch of fluff while he’s helping and Burr puts her hair curls up?

A/N: Alrighty, another done! I was actually ahead on my homework last night so I got this written! So I hope this what you wanted Anon and I hope everyone else enjoys it as well!

Word Count: 1,856


You groaned and buried your face in your hands, and skewing your glasses, as your friends got loud once more. They had a tendency to talk very animatedly about revolution, which led you to worry for their safety as well as your own. You glanced around for some way to distance yourself from them but still keep an eye out. And then you found just the way.

At the back of the room, sitting alone at a table was Aaron Burr. He had a book open in front of him, completely ignoring his somewhat-friends. You smiled a bit at the sight of him. His face was one of perfect calm, intensely focused on his book. You had always had feelings for him but you never acted on them. The two of you had an awkward air and it was probably because of your poorly disguised feelings. Still, you needed to be distanced from the crazy and closer to calm so you walked over to the table.

“Can I um…can I sit here?” You asked, getting his attention and pointing to the seat opposite.

“Y/N!” He said in surprise. “Oh yeah sure. Go ahead.” He offered. He slipped a page marker in his boom and shut it, giving you his full attention. “Needed a break from them?” He asked with a slight nod toward your friends.

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anonymous asked:

Imagine where your an actress (IN THE GUCKING 100 because DAMN THATS MY GUILTY PLEASURE) and he gets nervous to go to the teen choice awards because he does YouTube videos and (you end up winning a award) and he ends up having fun?? Sorry if it's so long 😅💓

Hey!! Thank you so much for the request and I hope you like it x

‘Shit, Y/n. I don’t know if I should come.’ He said, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously.
‘What?’ You asked, surprised. ‘Why not?’
You were sitting in the lounge awaiting the car that was picking you both up, and everything was ready to go. You had on a brand new outfit and you actually thought you looked really good in it - as did Calvin. He had told you enough times since you’d put it on a mere half an hour ago.
He looked just as good though, in black jeans, a white shirt and a black blazer overtop - he looked amazing. Your heart fluttered just looking at him; it made it all the more special because he hardly ever made an effort or dressed up for anything, and you were so grateful that he had wanted to support you.
Until now.

‘I dunno…’ He said, wringing his hands. 'I shouldn’t really be there, should I? I’m a YouTuber… ’
You just stood there staring at him for a solid 10 seconds.
You didn’t even know what to say. He didn’t want to go because he didn’t feel like his content was professional enough to even be there?
'Shut up.’ You said, shaking your head.
'Your content is better and funnier than half of the people that are nominated for an award.’ You said, and he just kept his head down. He got awkward when people complimented him, especially when you did; though you could see a small smile tugging at his lips, and that was all you needed.
'Please come,’ you begged.
'We won’t stay long if you really don’t like it when we get there,’ you promised, watching his face as you heard a car horn from outside.
He still looked unconvinced and very nervous and you decided that you weren’t going to go without him.
'Hey, if you really don’t wanna go then we don’t have to. It’s completely up to you,’ you told him, knowing how it feels to be pressured into something that you don’t really want to do.
'Nah, let’s go. It’s about time your brilliance was officially recognised.’ He joked, wiggling his eyebrows like an idiot to make you laugh.
So you left and got into the car that was waiting to take you to the Teen Choice Awards.

When you got there you looked at Calvin, whose eyes were scanning the sea of photographers and people with microphones that were trying to wave everyone down for interviews.
You laid your hand over his on the leather seat and he intertwined your fingers, squeezing gently as he said under his breath, 'I still don’t think I should be here..’
Before you could silence him once again the door was opened by a rather large man dressed in black and Calvin exited the vehicle first, helping you out after him.
His hand remained in yours as you did the obligatory posing for cameras and tried to avoid all of the people shouting your name.
One grabbed for Calvin’s arm as he walked passed but you discreetly pulled him out of their reach, eager to get away from the cameras and into where the awards were given so you could sit down and relax, away from the noise.
This plan wasn’t destined to work however and an attractive blonde lady jumped in front of you, her hair as irritatingly bouncy as her attitude.
'Hey Y/n!! It great to see you here! Especially with this one,’ she said, getting a little too close to Calvin for your liking.
'How does it feel to be nominated for such an amazing award?’
It took you a second to comprehend what she’d said as she’d said the whole thing in the space of three seconds and you had to almost translate it to make any sense of it whatsoever.
'Yeah, I’m so grateful. Can’t believe I’m here, really.’ You said, hoping that answered the question to her satisfaction.
'And how does it feel to have such a talented parter?’ She asked, turning to Calvin. You were grateful to have the spotlight off of you but hoped that he wouldn’t make any bad jokes or say anything embarrassing.

'I’m so incredibly proud of Y/n and I’m so honoured that she wanted me here to support her. She’s absolutely brilliant at what she does, whether that be making me happy or acting on TV. My only question is why she wasn’t given one of these things earlier.’ He said and you stared at him in awe before the irritating woman snapped you out of your daze.
'Aw! How cute are you?!’ She gushed and you raised an eyebrow before thanking her for the interview and wished her well before whisking Calvin into where the awards were going to be given.
You took your seats at an empty table and you immediately turned and pressed a kiss to his lips, which he happily returned.
He squeezed your hand once you parted and said quietly with a smile, 'What was that for?’
'Thanks.’ You said simply, blushing a little.
You didn’t get a chance to say anything else as the table filled up with people and you edged your seat closer to Calvin’s. You watched him make an awkward face and you worried that he really would hate being there, but within ten minutes he had everyone at the table in hysterics.

The awards started and when your name was called in the nominations you felt a familiar hand on your thigh.
He looked more nervous than you did in the tense thirty seconds before the winner was announced and you couldn’t help but chuckle as he eased your thumping heart even when he wasn’t aware of it.
You completely froze when your name was called, your face a mask of shock. You were only snapped out of it when Calvin picked you up and twirled you around, laughing like a maniac.
When he put you back down you made your way up to the stage, glowing with happiness.
'Oh my god. Thank you so much!’ You began your thank you speech, shaking with nerves the whole time. They only slightly subsided when it got to the end of the spiel and you looked at Calvin in his seat who was pulling funny faces to make you laugh.
'And last but certainly not least, the man who has kept me sane throughout this whole thing. Through not seeing him for days on end and hardly being able to function due to lack of sleep, he’s always managed to make me laugh despite it all. I can never thank you enough for that, babe. I certainly owe you one, Cal.’
You smiled and bowed your head a little in gratitude before making your way off stage and taking your seat next to Calvin again.
You sat through the rest of the awards and collapsed into bed when you made it home.

Your heavy eyes closed and the next thing you knew Calvin was taking your shoes off and climbing into bed next to you before wrapping you up in his arms and draping the blankets over you.
'I’m so proud of you,’ he whispered into your ear, kissing your neck gently.
'It wasn’t that bad after all, huh?’ You asked, smiling smugly as his hair tickled your neck. No award will ever feel as good as lying peacefully in his strong arms as you fall asleep.

Sorry it was so long!!! 

I was wondering - what do you guys prefer in regards to fluffiness? Do you like this level of fluffiness? Like would you prefer more, less or keep it at the same level? Let me know cause I’m really clueless at this whole thing lmao.
Luv you guys and keep the requests coming 💗 x

He Fooled Me Too*Tony Stark x Reader*

Originally posted by imaginesforlifetime

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

Requested by: @grimmisconflicted Can I get a Tony x Reader where the reader is a well known actress in New York, and her manager wants her to date her friend Tony Stark for publicity? But eventually they each fall in love with the other and don’t tell each other how they truly feel.
Warning: Angst, swearing and maybe slight fluff
Admins Note: Thank you for requesting, sorry it takes so long for us to write requests; I have fictions to write, so normally I don’t have enough free time for writing requests but I am dedicating a day soon to just me writing a bunch of old requests plus some newer ones - Rosalee

“I am so sorry about this, Tony” you tell him for the millionth time tonight, he shrugged you off once again, a small smile presenting on his face “if I knew when I joined this movie that the studio would force you into this, I would have declined, straight away” you explain.

“Listen, (Y/N)” he begins “It’s completely okay, I don’t mine, really I don’t” he shrugged and you nodded “I get the whole ticket sales for this, they see us together at the premier, photos are taken to make us look together; I am fine, plus I live for the attention, right?” he chuckled and you smiled. 

Your manager told you a few days ago that the studio wanted you and your good friend Tony to look as though you are dating; to say that was a surprise was an understatement. Something about ticket sales and general publicity for the movie; you didn’t understand anything but these people basically owned you. 

You hoped that after the premiers for the movie you both could go back to normal, you didn’t want the reason for the movie’s success or any of your movies success to be because of you “dating” Tony Stark, then that’s just a mockery of your art. 

The car pulled up to the red carpet, flashing lights and fangirl screams, you let out a small sigh and wait for the door to be opened. Tony steps out the screams turn into high-pitch shrills and squeals. He extends a hand to you, you grab it delicately and he helps you out of the car, pulling you into his side earning, even more, screams. 

You were stopped for an interview, repeating the lines the studio and manager gave you both, it seemed to cause an up roar among the press and fans; you could tell tomorrow that every media would be going mental about this. Tony held you close to him all evening, even at the parties where you could have let up the act but he didn’t, so neither did you.


Yourself and Tony had to continue “seeing” each other for a couple weeks after the premier’s of the movie, just so no one would expect what you were doing, they wanted it to seem “real”; understandable. 

Over the few weeks of being together, way more than usual, you had developed a sort of understanding for one another. You were good friends, you met actually at one of his parties, instantly you both clicked over sarcasm and humour. 

Something was different between you both now, it started off as another job for you, to act as though you were falling for him but somewhere along the red carpet events… you started to not act! You now understood method actors because you were method acting your way through this. 

“You okay, (Y/N)?” Tony asked from the floor of his workshop, you smile and nod, you had come back from lunch where you made it look as though things were going rough between you; that was difficult to do. 

He smiled and nodded going back to his files, he didn’t seem fazed by the whole thing, he acted as though this happens all the time; like he is always doing favours like this for friends, like he wasn’t falling either, although the whole reason you fell was because of how he treated you… like he loved you back. 

“Just thinking how weird it will be now” you chuckled and he did too “gonna be weird not having you beside me at events anymore” you shrugged, he nodded, pursing his lips as if he wanted to say something but decided against.

“At least we don’t have to fake being together anymore” he sighed, you nodded only you wanted to carry on, you want the studio to make a sequel of your movie and request you carry on this “act” 

“Yeah, that will be great” you mutter and he nods, going back to working, you let out a small sigh and bite you lip trying to hold back all the emotions you felt. You are better than this, slap on a smile and walk out that door, or get some courage and tell him how you feel; just do either. 

“Tony” you call and stand up, he looks up expectedly and you gulp, swallowing the fear “I’m…” you begin “I’mma leave, I have some scripts to go over for auditions and stuff, plus an earlier interview” he nods, standing up and hugging you, his warmth was now comforting but at the same time annoying; you didn’t want this, you didn’t want to leave but you had to. 

Again he looked as though he had more to say, something more to give you and tell you but he again shook that away and just smiled, wishing you well and good luck for the auditions before going back to his spot on the floor. 

You left after grabbing your jacket, walking to the elevator where you let the tears flow down your cheeks. The doors opened and Natasha frowned at you, stepping out and pulling you into a hug, asking what was wrong but you were crying too hard to say anything that would sound English. 

“How could I be so stupid” you pulled away and wiped the tears, the anger at yourself settling in, why did you allow yourself to fall for him? You have known Tony long enough to know relationships and him don’t mix well together. 

“What? What’s going on?” Natasha asked, frowning as she held your shoulders, not understanding the anger or grief you felt for yourself. 

“I stupidly allowed myself to fall, to feel something for someone and they don’t feel anything back for me, it’s like… I’m stuck inside a bubble and I can’t breath or break free” you tell her “and when I am in this bubble, he’s the only one that can break it, and I fucking hate him for it” you sigh, she instantly understands who you were talking about, there’s only one person you could possibly be talking about. 

“Tony?” she sighed and you nodded “I thought for sure he would have asked you out for real by now, he seemed to be liking spending time with you” she muttered and you sighed, wiping your cheeks, relieved that you weren’t the only one that was fooled by him.

“He fooled me too” you tell her, silent tears running down your flustered cheeks, she frowned “I always thought I could tell when someone was acting or being real, it’s my job after all to do that, I guess I don’t know what’s real or fake anymore; that’s what fame does” you shrug her off of you “of course he would be good at acting, that’s all he does, faking for the camera’s; how could I be so stupid?” you asked yourself mostly to yourself.

“We can’t help who we fall for,” she tells you and you look at her, narrowed eyes but you nod, she had a point but it didn’t help the pain your felt.

“I guess” you tightly smile “I need to go, I have a bunch of stuff to prepare for, I’m famous; I don’t have time for relationships anyway, I don’t know why I’m making this a big deal, I’m filming over in Paris next week” you chuckled. 

Natasha didn’t seem convinced “it’s probably a faze, when you spend so much time with someone and then is suddenly stops, I’ll see you in a couple weeks; I’ll send photos and love from Paris” you kiss her cheek before walking back to the elevators.

“Are you sure you are okay? (Y/N)” Natasha called as you stepped into the elevator, you grinned, a smile spreading across your face; you are a professional, make people believe you are okay!

“Of course” you smiled “I have everything I want and need, I shouldn’t rely on someone for my happiness, when I come back from Paris I’ll be telling you it’s over; trust me” She was about to speak up “Natasha, part of being an actress we over exaggerate everything, this is just a fling” the doors closed, you leaned against the wall and let out a sigh, you knew the truth; you’d come back from Paris feeling worse than now. 

“You’re a professional, Oscar-nominated actress” you begin looking in the mirror of the elevator “if anyone can fake through this, its you, you are better than this. 

Smile, act and fake your way through” you push on sunglasses and walk out of the tower, towards your car, smiling at the small amount of fans and press awaiting outside; truly believing your smile. 

It’s for the better anyway, Tony had the world to look out for and your job required you to be away a lot, it would never work with him. That’s what you told yourself anyway. 

(Ahhhh… I am so sorry for this. Normally I make things end fluffy and stuff but I couldn’t, also Angelina is so fucking perfect, I couldn’t help myself. I hope you enjoyed this, I apologise for your hearts but please still love me aha! Request; one shots and imagines by myself and Angie. Should I do part 2 for this? Let me know if that’s what you want - Rosalee) Catch up on the latest part of Alternate “You”niverse part 5 & Catch up on the latest Peggy and Becky part HERE (about Steve having twins with reader)

The Devil's Jaws

I suppose when I say, “Noroi Gakkotsu,” most of you would guess I was talking about some exotic delicacy, or maybe some holiday resort in the far east. You’d be dead wrong. A Noroi Gakkotsu is a very nasty object that has been part of Japanese folklore for centuries, maybe even millennia.

Please keep reading! I know that folklore, especially folklore from a completely foreign culture, bores a lot of people to snores. I can assure you, I’m no fan either. But please believe me when I say that it’s essential that you read this and understand what Noroi Gakkotsu are and how they work.

As best it can be translated, “Noroi Gakkotsu” means “Devil’s Jaws” in English. According to Japanese tradition, a Noroi Gakkotsu is made of two thin boards of wood, one upon the other, that are bound together on one side with either a strip of leather or length of twine, so that the boards can be opened and closed like a book (or a set of jaws!). A certain spell is then written upon the boards to give the object its dark powers. Basically, so long as they knew the magic words, anybody could make one from household objects.

Noroi Gakkotsu were used to strike a bargain with something they called “Kofuko-oni Koun,” which I’m told means “He who pays for his food with good luck.” Don’t be fooled, though. Even though the name might sound benevolent, Kofuko-oni Koun was regarded as a cruel, evil creature and was greatly feared.

He was believed to have sway over the forces of luck and a person could request him to turn a near-certain failure in their future into a glorious victory, by writing what they wanted upon a piece of rice paper and placing it inside a Noroi Gakkotsu. But there was also a catch.

Kofuko-oni Koun would only honor the request if you nominated your payment for his ‘services’ on the top of the message – and the only payment he would accept was the life of someone you held dear. It had to be someone you truly cared for, though not necessarily a family member, it could also have been a close friend. If you named someone who you didn’t care for, or even someone you actually wanted to die, somehow the Kofuko-oni Koun would know and the wish wouldn’t be granted.

But if the Kofuko-oni Koun approved of the nominated payment, then the person who made the wish would be blessed with the best possible luck in whatever matter they’d asked for the Kofuko-oni Koun to help them with. After that, the nominated victim would mysteriously disappear almost entirely without a trace.

The worst part of the story is that after it had claimed its price, the Kofuko-oni Koun would leave a “souvenir”outside the front door of the person who made the wish. Sometimes it was the victim’s bloody clothing, or some other personal affect. But more often than not, it was part of the victim’s remains! Some people believe that it did this to traumatize the person who had made the wish; to remind them of the terrible fate they’d placed upon their loved one. Others apparently think that it was more like the Kofuko-oni Koun leaving a ‘receipt’ behind for the person who made the wish, acknowledging that it had received its payment and that their business was concluded.

Either way, making a Noroi Gakkotsu and striking a bargain with Kofuko-oni Koun were forbidden practices in Japan, punishable by death. So once the deal was done, the person who had committed the crime would usually destroy all the evidence: the Noroi Gakkotsu, and whatever traces of the victim had been left upon their doorstep.

Even if you are into old monster legends, I’m sure you’re probably just reading this and thinking that it’s just some old superstitious hokum. Well, a few days… hell, probably even a few hours ago I would’ve agreed with you. But not anymore.

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