(i may or may not have been watching that interview for the past two hours)

That’s My Girl

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Summary: Jensen breaks your plans for the evening and you are not happy about it.

Prompt: “That’s not a good enough reason to get married.”

Characters: Jensen x Reader

Requested: @arryn-nyx

“I can’t believe you’re bailing on me!”

“I promise I’ll make it up to you, Y/N!” Of course Jensen subjects you to his dazzling signature smile, the one that reminds you of kittens and rainbows and all of that corny shit.

He drags you in for an insanely tight hug as if that will make your moodiness disappear. Well, the joke’s on you because it’s starting to work.

Damn his perfect physique. How are you supposed to stay pissed when an attractive man who smells delicious is touching you?

You gather up enough super strength to shake those distracting thoughts away. That’s an exhausting problem that you’ll save for another day. As of today, there’s no way in hell that you’re letting him off the hook this time.

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Musical Screening Q&A

 HUGE thanks to @jjosh-lyman​ / johnsfkennedys (twitter) for sending me her audio recording from the post-screening q&a. ** Please note: the first few minutes are missing and I transcribed this to the best of my abilities **

1. What’s it like working with Ginny?

Josh: It’s been… It’s been.. What has it been?

Ginny: Magical? (Audience laughs)

Josh: (laughs) It’s been magical.  No, it has, it’s been–

Ginny: The best thing that’s ever happened to you! (Audience laughs)

Josh: It’s been, it has been a magical situation. You’re working with another actor who knows you so well. You can be very vulnerable, you can be very open, you can be very brave, you can do all those kinds of things. So yeah, it’s a real gift.

Moderator: I’m feeling the feels, y’all, are you?

2. What is your favorite Disney character or movie?

Adam: This will sound phony, but it is Snow White. (Audience goes aw) 

Ginny: Right answer again!

Adam: It’s true!

Josh: I’m really glad we came to you.

Adam: It was the first movie that I remember seeing as a child and it clearly made an impression.

Ginny: I really like Zootopia because of um– (Audience laughs - can’t hear the rest of her answer) An equally savvy answer would be that we’re very partial to Winnie the Pooh. Pooh was my very first boyfriend and Josh, here, read the entire first Winnie the Pooh book to my belly when I was pregnant with my eldest and that was the first movie that Oliver saw. Then we accidentally bought Sterling Holloway’s house and he was Winnie the Pooh (note: he was the voice actor), so that’s kind of a crazy story. So yeah, Pooh’s got a whole thing. There’s a whole three-line of Pooh in our lives.

Josh: Or we stalk him. (Audience laughs)

Moderator: How about you, David?

David: I am fond of Maleficent and the whole Sleeping Beauty thing.

Moderator: Eddy?

Eddy: I’m gonna go with Alice in Wonderland and just because I like it. (Audience laughs)

3. Back to the musical, even though the songs are new and original, do you take inspiration from the Disney characters the actors portray?

Adam: It’s more like we’ve taken inspiration from the way our actors have realized these characters on the show. You know, we use the disney movies and animated films as a jumping off point, but every one of them has made it their own. So when we started this process, they sat down with Alan and Michael and we really all tried to work together to tailor everything specifically to who these characters are on our show and those guys did an amazing job with the songs and these guys did alright singing them. (Audience laughs)

Eddy: The idea was each episode has the tone of the character so a Snow/Charming episode is different than a Rumple. I think Alan and Michael really captured kind of the character, they were fans of the show, and then the tone & inspiration for each one.

David: Also it was about returning to a S1 feel for all of these characters, which speaks to how we were introduced to them and what the actors brought to those characters, kinda going to really the heart of when we met them and putting it into song.

Moderator: Awesome. So deep. (Audience laughs)

4. For Josh & Ginny, if you could be any other character besides the one you play currently on OUAT, who would it be?

Josh: I’ve always said Rumplestiltskin for sure. Just because Bobby, the actor, gets to play such a huge range. I just think that would be a whole lot of fun.

Ginny: I would be Henry because I wouldn’t have to wear a wig and that would be the closest I would ever get to playing Harry Potter. (Audience laughs)

5. What’s your Disney favorite ride or attraction?

Ginny: Haunted Mansion.

Josh: Pirates.

Eddy: Pirates! Haunted Mansion too, it’s close.

Josh: I also like Indiana Jones.

Adam: It’s a tie between Pirates and Star Tours. There’s like 94 possibilities.

(Someone said Space Mountain - can’t tell who. Maybe David.)

Eddy: The Buena Vista Commissary. There’s a salad bar like right down Dopey Ave. (Audience laughs)

6. Which characters were the most exciting to create a song for?

Josh: (clears throat loudly) Answer honestly!

Alan & Michael (note: I can’t tell which is which): I mean, Zelena was… Yeah.

Josh: Alright, nice to see you (note: I assume he gets up halfway as a joke)

A&M: We had to test you there.

Eddy: It’s hard to say who.. It’s like your favorite child.

Ginny: Us obviously. (Audience laughs)

Eddy: I think, for us, it was really just exciting to do as many as we could. You know, I think we weren’t sure how many songs we could take on, we weren’t sure we could do any of it and, you know, literally these guys wrote 7 original songs and they started meeting in December so… if you have a birthday or anniversary coming up, Alan & Michael~

Moderator: Anything to add, David?

David: Nope. (Audience laughs)

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Make Sure To Be Bored More Often ~ Harry Styles Smut

Warning Smut

This is my first smut so bare with me and REQUESTS ARE OPEN so go ahead and request anything you want.  Feedback is great so please do sent some either on this or over ask/message.  I hope you enjoy

You were bored.  Beyond bored you were so close to going out of your mind.  Harry had just come back from a meeting which he had been at all day while you lay there watching reruns of Once Upon a Time, which has been your addiction since Harry had come back from America and had introduced you to it.  The whole fact it was based off Disney characters and other fictional childhood favourites made your day.  But, again after watching 10 episodes none stop even this began to bore you.  So, an idea came to your mind.  Harry’s fans adored you considering you were the only girl out there that had not broken his heart or used him for fame like a lot of his past girlfriends.  Following this you had a few followers of your own which lead to you doing what you did next.

It was 9 in the afternoon and considering Harry was in the bath relaxing after the day he’s had you decided open yourself to have a live stream.  Thinking that the fans would be able to keep you company while your boyfriend was busy was probably the best idea you had, had.  So, tweeting out on your phone that you were going to have a livestream in 10 minutes you then made your way up to your bedroom to get your laptop and set it up on your counter in the kitchen. Loading up twitter your livestream began and quickly your views went into the thousands.  

“Hi everyone” you laughed as the views increased every second.  “Okay I am going to try my best to look at everything you are sending to me but this is going a lot faster than I thought it would so it may take me some time, and I am sorry if I do not read your question as there are a lot of you.”  You hated letting them down, knowing that you used to be exactly like them when their tweet may not get answered by their favourite.  “Ah okay I have a question here from Alexa.  Lovely name by the way!  How’s your day been?”  you read out what was tweeted to you seconds ago.  “I am doing very well thank you just waiting for Harry to finish up in the bathroom so we can watch a movie, tonight we have decided on Space Between Us, my friends will not shut up about it so I think it’s time for me to finally give in and watch it.  Of course, I am dragging Harry into watching with me!”  Your happiness grew by the second, and honestly you were so glad that you had decided to do this.

Around an hour had passed and you decided to end the stream and go and check where Harry was you were beginning to miss him. “Okay guys, I think this is going to be the end of the live stream.  Thank you so much for tuning in and I hope you have a lovely night and I will hopefully do another one of these again soon with Harry maybe next time.  Good Night guys.”  You smiled at the camera before ending the livestream all together and turning your laptop off.  Just as you were about to call Harry’s name he came down the stairs with a few blankets and the movie you brought earlier this week.  As soon as he saw you his face lit up like it always did when he looked at you.

“Loved the live stream babe” Harry said while coming over to you and giving you a peck on the lips.  

“You watched, you could have come down and joined in.  You should have seen how many people thought I was joking when I said I was living with you. Next well have people saying were broken up” I joked even though I know there will be at least one person who says that.

“Sure, they will baby girl.  Anyway, will join you next time I was just taking care of something that would not be very PG for the livestream” Harry winked at you while his hand was down his joggers indicating to you what he meant.  You almost chocked on your own spit when that came out of his mouth.  You were slightly annoyed though it had been weeks since you two had had sex considering how busy he has been with his album, then interviews and traveling around American for a brief time.  This then meaning by the time he got home he was too tiered or “we’ll have sex tomorrow I swear” which never came.  But, you just rolled your eyes.  You needed tonight to be the night that the dry spell ended finally.  But, he was not going to get it that easily, of course a little teasing had to be in play.  

So, you went and got everything organised for tonight you put the pillows where you live them and what would be best comfortable for you and Harry and then got the blankets.  You hated England weather ever since Harry had come back from LA and had told you how perfect it was there.  It had been so hot the past few days, you literally could not sleep without a fan, now I had to go out with a coat on because it was too cold out.  How that happened i will never know.

You then went and put in the movie, you were so excited about watching this movie.  You had seen the trailer and almost cried from just that now having the movie you made sure to stock up on tissues.  You made yourself comfortable and then Harry made his way into the living room with just his joggers on.  How is this boy walking round like that when its 6 degrees out I will never know, but you were not going to complain?  He made his way to you so you could snuggle into him when you watch the movie. This was the one thing you loved most about watching movies with Harry and that was just being able to have him there to hold and having him stroke your back was pure bliss.

The movie was around half way through when you started your master plan, you were loving this movie so far but having Harry next to you shirtless was enough to drive any girl insane.  “Babe I am just going to go and get changed I am a little too warm in my jumper” you said innocently messing with your jumper sleeves trying to act as though you were too warm.  

“Do you want me to pause it?”  Harry asked as you made your way out of the room and towards your shared bedroom.  

“No, its fine ill only be a second” you admitted while rushing off to get changed into something you knew would fluster Harry just the slightest.  You did not want this to make him want to rip your clothes off but you also did not want him not to be a little flustered.  You changed your jumper for a tank top and made sure to take your bra off so your boobs were fully ready to be exposed and correct by Harry’s tender touch. You then put on some female boxer briefs so they were a little shorter than your PJ shorts and they made your bum look incredible.  You made your way back into the living room making sure to bend over just before you sat down to pick your phone up off the table, this receiving a sigh from behind you.  

You then straddled over Harry to get over your side of the sofa. “What are you doing Y/N, how can it take you this long to get back next to me” Harry began to stretch out as soon as you lay down again making sure to have your boobs level with his face.  

“I was just getting something sorry for taking so long” you rolled your eyes at this knowing full well Harry hated when you did not take him seriously sometimes.  His eyes looked you up and down before coughing and looking back at the movie.  You knew you were affecting him slightly and this made you so happy.  You subconsciously started to stroke up and down Harry’s chest while watching the movie, you knew he liked you doing this and you also knew it gave you a chance to accidently knock your hand over the waist band of his sweats and ‘accidently’ knock his dick.

Harry then turned around and snuggled into your neck, you checked the time to see that it was already 11 at night.  Knowing Harry was likely to be becoming sleepy you pushed his head up to meet your face.  “Y/N can we watch this movie tomorrow I want to sleep” Harry sighed.  Before he had chance to open his eyes you quickly planted your lips onto him feeling him groan underneath you.  The kiss turned heated a lot quicker than you expected and you pushed him sideward to that you could straddle him.  His eyes lighting up at the sight of you.  “Well it seems like I am no longer as tiered as I thought I was” you laughed at his comment become going down to kiss along his jaw while also grinding on him.  All you heard were curse words coming from Harry’s mouth which made you even more wet than you already were.

Harry’s hands began roaming your body and he began to pull off your boxer shorts.  This made you stop what you were doing to stop him.  “No Harry, you made me wait weeks for this so that means you will be waiting a little longer to see what I have.” You smirked loving being in control for once.  All he could do in return was groan as he was in pure bliss knowing that after so long this was finally going to happen.  You kissed your way down his chest slowly down to his ever-growing erection.  You slowly pushed down his sweats and began licking up his shaft.  You then began to push him into your mouth as much as you could, making sure to use your hand on what you could not fit in your mouth.

“Fuck Y/N this feels so good I have missed your mouth so much baby girl” he said while you bobbed your head quickly up and down his shaft.  You loved pleasing him but once he came in your mouth and he came down from his high, you decided to let him take control.  You enjoyed it when he did all the effort just to make you feel good and he hated to admit it but he loved being dominant and having you be a whimpering mess underneath him.  He quickly flipped you onto your back and pumped himself a few times to make himself hard again, “Y/N I fucking love you” he said with a groan as he made his way into you with a groan.  He began slow, making sure you felt every part of him, then he did what you loved most. He quickened the pace and began slamming into you.  

All that was heard throughout the room was moaning and slapping of skin to skin as he pounded into you with all his might.  “Ah fuck Harry that feels so good” you shouted as he pulled your legs up to his shoulders knowing you were both close.  He began to do a figure of eight in your clit so that you would follow him in your climax.  

“I am close too baby” Harry whimpered as he pounded into you the last few times you both got overcome with ecstasy.  Harry pulled out of you as you adjusted with the feeling of not having him inside of you, and you both came down from your highs.  “That was fucking amazing” Harry sighed as you looked over to him with a smile.

“Tell me about it”

“Make sure to be bored more often” Harry laughed as you lay down to watch the final scenes of the movie.

anonymous asked:

Hey! I finished acowar two hours ago and I'm searching post about mor. I see that a lot of people don't like her character and her storyline. And others expected more of her. Do u likeher character? what are your thoughts? Thanks

Time for honesty hour folks:
Mor in both acomaf and acowar, was a character I enjoyed.
Firstly: people complained about how bitchy she was to Nesta, but, it makes sense. Cassian is beyond knees deep in love with Nesta. May I refer you to my countless posts about them. Cassian, is no longer a single bat, ready to mingle with anyone he choses. He is also distracted now, by our Lord, God, and Saviour Nesta. For so long he acted as a buffer between Mor and Az. In fact, Cassian acted as a buffer between everyone, he was always the one to diffuse tension, even if it meant taking said tense person into the sparring ring. I.e. Rhys after the cabin scene. Back to my point. Cassian acted as a buffer between Mor and Az because Az loved Mor more than Mor could ever love him. He diffused the tension, went dancing with them to Rita’s so Mor wouldn’t have to dance with Az and lead him on, or not dance with him, and reveal her secret. Now though, Cassian is focused on Nesta and not only being her buffer but her rock. Mor, in all her years, has never had that experience, in which Cassian isn’t there to help her hide her feelings. I, therefore, understand her attitude towards Nesta. She didn’t like having to suddenly face up to what she’d done over the past 500 years and Nesta was the reason, in parts, that that happened. She wanted Cassian back to buffer, but Cassian wasn’t there. She also, very clearly, didn’t want her friend hurt by Nesta seeing as she’d grown so attached to him. I would be the same if someone, who God forbid was more sarcastic and sharp tongued than me, came into any of my friends life and they fell in love with her. I’d be worried for them, and not take too well to that person. However, there is the possibility, I would take to them, in and Amren/Nesta kind of relationship.
Next point: Mor’s sexuality. Firstly, she is Bisexual with a preference for women. Grand by me. However, people complain it was done wrong. “Mor clearly isn’t gay. What about that quote where Mor was a queen who owned herself and wasn’t afraid, etc etc… ”
Dear Lord, where do I begin. Yes, Mor’s “coming out” could’ve been handled better. But as someone who likes to see every side of the coin, and who has watched multiple interviews with sjm in them, I can understand certain things. Firstly, the amount of pressure and bs this fandom gave Sjm to include more diversity was insane and horrifying, in the sense of there were death threats. It’s not wonder she’s gone quiet on social media when that shit starts happening after just losing a close family member. But stress and pressure alongside illness never combine well, and not only that, she is currently writing three books. Not that, that excuses her, but it just shows all the sides of the coin.
So, to get to my point, the whole purpose of Mor being a queen of her own body, proud etc and yet having this secret was to show, she had fooled everyone, the way she had wanted to, for fear of judgment. And in reality how many people do that. They project who they want to be to hide who they aren’t. That is understandable considering she grew up, in a place where women were tortured for refusing to bed a man, you can only imagine what happened if that same woman shared her bed with another woman. She had been trained to hide it, and so she did hide it, to the point where she would hide it from herself, another reason she liked having Cassian as a buffer, I may add, because he could help her hide her sexual preference because when people saw them together they’d be reminded that her first time was with a man. Just because she hid this though, does not make her any less of a person who owns there body, it wasn’t that she repressed herself from exploring, she merely did it in private, so not even Azriel’s shadows could detect it. And may I point out, you can still be in the closet while being in m/m f/f relationships. Being in the closet means you haven’t told anyone, not that you haven’t explored or experimented.
Mor is a complex character who has suffered, who was going to be raped, who may have been rapped, who fell in love with a woman the war then took from her, who let a bastard take her virginity because it was the only way she could escape, who hid for so long from her parents, she knew nothing else.
I like her character. I think her telling Feyre that’s she is Bi felt rushed but it is understandable considering the pressure put on Sarah, by us, to give us more diversity. I think, if acomaf was re read, we would find more clues.
Also, finally: to those complaining “she led Az on, he’s the victim,” and, “if she’s gay she shouldn’t have slept with Helion.”
Az, it was 500 years, surly he realised that something’s was up. And she never told Az, yeah we can bone, and then never did. She kept it platonic, never letting him into her bed at night. She didn’t lead him on, she let him feel what he felt without encouraging it.
Also, she slept with Helion to prove to Az that she wasn’t in love with him. This is something so many people do, embarking on relationships with someone you have no real connection to, just to show someone else you’re not interested. If you shame her, you shame so many others.
Also, Mor is Bi, that means she can be attracted to men.

There will forever be mixed reviews about Mor. I, like her, I don’t think any less of her, and I can understand her actions. Her scene with Fayre could’ve been wrote better, but I see all sides of the coin, even that sliver of metal that circles around the coin to keep everything together.

Hopefully her story will be explored further in one of the novellas and we may get one about her pre acomaf and her journey from under the mountain to Rhys’ third in command.

Anyway, I may be wrong and after I sleep I may re-edit this better. Anyone who wants to add something may do so, but if you start yelling and fighting I will take this post down and put it up somewhere else to stop people acting like children.

To add, did I expect more of her? No, I got more than I expected. And not in a bad way
Going Away for Awhile (Lin x Reader) Part 1 of 2

Pairings: Lin x Reader

Prompt: Lin leaves to London for a while and the reader gets angry until he tells her that he got tickets with him and put lots of fluff after that maybe. ~ @myfriendruineddeathnoteforme

Warnings: Language and angst, although not really in this part.

Word Count: 1,922 Words… This is the longest fic I’ve ever written and I’m not even done with it yet.

AN: So I was a little worried that this would be lost in the crowd of write-a-thon fics, but I decided to post it anyway.

Tags: @plamspringsdancingontables @the-and-peggy @piercethemarti @fandomsinabookshelf @elvndrk @hamil-tonn-of-trash @sasstran


Your relationship with Lin over the past few months was strained. The lack of time you two had spent together had been drastically decreased between Hamilton rehearsals and performances and the many interviews and photo shoots that came with being the biggest thing on Broadway.

The last time you had spent more than two hours with your boyfriend while he was awake had been a little over a week ago when he had persuaded Javi to take his place as Hamilton in that evening’s performance so he could take you out on a well-needed date.

He had taken you on a walk through Central Park after which he had taken you out to eat at the new Italian restaurant near your apartment. He seemed to want to give you what you had missed out on for the last couple of months due to his hectic life.

He had been jittery, almost nervous all evening and your first thought was that he was going to break up with you. Why wouldn’t he?

“I think it’s time for me to think of doing other things. I mean Hamilton is great, and it will always be one of my babies, but Javi deserves the chance to get to play Hamilton. And I’ve received so many offers for other projects that I think it’s time.”

“I wasn’t expecting you to say that,” You replied exhaling with relief. “I was expecting so much worse.”

“Oh sweetheart, no. Why would you think that?” He slid into the chair next to you, pulling yours as close to his as he could before he pulled you into his arms. “I love you, and I wouldn’t leave you for anything. If I go anywhere, you’re coming with me.”

Lin’s last night as Hamilton was bittersweet. It would be one of your last nights backstage at the Richard Rodgers unless Lin wrote another smash hit, and you could feel the emotions of the cast in the air.

Pippa smiled at you from across the hall in her dressing room where she was putting on her makeup. She waved you over, and you happily obliged, knowing that this would be the last time you’d see her dressed like Eliza. After all, it was her last night as well.

“How are you feeling?” You asked noticing the flowers and cards in front of the mirror.

“I’m okay, a little nervous, like always. But I’m also kind of sad, I’ve been Eliza for such a long time.”

“Pippa,” you whispered, blinking away tears. “I feel like our lives are changing right before our eyes. Today you’re Eliza and tomorrow you’re probably going to be the biggest thing on Broadway. Everyone will know your name.” She gave you a watery smile before pulling you into a hug.

“What are you girls doing in here?” Lin’s voice popped in through the open door. “Everyone else is in Javi’s getting a Cafecito. I’ve been looking for you two everywhere.”

“We’re literally in Pippa’s dressing room, though,” you said incredulously.

“I may or may not have just started looking for you, but that’s beside the point. You need to come and spend time with the rest of us. It’s the last Cafecito we’re ever going to have all together.” Lin grabbed your arm, pulling you out the door. You waved a quick goodbye to Pippa as you turned the before Lin attacked you with a kiss. “I’ve been waiting all night to do that,” he whispered against your lips.

“We really should go get Cafecito with the others.”

“Nope, now that I’ve got you here in my arms I’m not letting you go.” You could feel him smirking near your ear.

“No, we can’t do this now. You have a show to star in, and I have to be in the audience to watch you be the ‘sexier Hamilton’”

“Hey!” An angry voice yelled from the farthest dressing room while a multitude of voices laughed.

As you and Lin walked into Javi’s dressing room a smile on your face, you realized that no matter where you would be in a few years if Lin was by your side, you would be happy.
You fumbled with the keys in your hand as you tried to juggle the two bags of groceries on your hip because you were too lazy to make two trips. The sound of singing through the thick wooden door made you smile. But you stopped smiling when as you opened the door, the shifted weight of the bags in your arms caused the heavier bag to slip.

“Damn it!” You swore. The cans from the bag were rolling around on the floor haphazardly.

Suddenly Lin was on his knees on the floor beside you collecting the cans that were all over your living room. “You should have texted me you were coming up. I would have helped!”

You looked up sheepishly from the ground. The glimpse of Lin dancing through the apartment singing his favorite songs was something you wouldn’t interrupt to save your life even when you needed help with the groceries. “You were dancing and enjoying yourself way too much. I don’t think you would have heard your phone anyway.”

“I was dancing because something exciting happened today.” Leading you to the table, he instructed you to sit, before going to the piano and rifling through the stack of mail that had been there for at least two weeks.
“I know being an adult and going through your mail is exciting, but not everyone enjoys leaving their mail for weeks.”

Your sarcasm over mail couldn’t dull his enthusiasm, however.

“IwasaskedtobeinthenewestMaryPoppinsmoviewithEmilyBluntandMerylStreepandit’sareallylongshootbutit’sforMaryPoppins.YouknowhowmuchIloveMaryPoppins,” he mumbled, running his words together to get them all out at once. “Should I do it?”

“What? Oh my God, Lin!” You jumped up from the table, knocking the chair over with a clatter. Oops. You pulled him into an embrace and kept him there. “I can’t believe it, but of course you should do it. It’s the opportunity of a lifetime. Why wouldn’t you do it?”

Lin paled and seemed to hide his head in your shoulder. “Hey, what’s up” you whispered nudging him.

“It’s in London” he mumbled the word into your neck.

Oh, it was in London, as in across the ocean, as in not in the United States, as in a place Lin knew you couldn’t go to, because of your new job. “Oh wow, that’s amazing Lin. When do you start?” You tried so very hard not to let the smile on your face fall as you realized what was probably going to happen between you and Lin over the next couple of months if he took the job.

“I haven’t even decided to take it yet; I don’t want to move to London without you.” Lin looked so conflicted. “I love you and with your new job. I just don’t want to lose you.”

“Lin, you have to take it! I can’t be the one holding you back even if that means I’ll lose you.”

“Maybe I don’t want to lose you, had you thought about that. All I know is that you’re the love of my life, and if that means we only get to see each other in person every few months, I know we can do it because we’re supposed to be together.” Lin’s face crumbled, and he dissolved into tears. “I know this is awful timing because of your new job, but whenever I get off, I’ll fly all the way back here to you.”

“I love you,” You whispered. “So very much.” You kissed the tears off his cheeks and knew that you’d be okay. Lin wasn’t going to leave, not if he had any say in it anyway.

On the day that Lin was set to go to London, you awoke to the heavy weight of Lin’s arm on your abdomen and his head resting on your shoulder. He was still asleep. You couldn’t get up without waking him up and realizing that, you laid there for what felt like hours contemplating your life and relationship with Lin.

When Lin finally stirred awake and saw you watching him sleep, he smirked and murmured, “You aren’t going to be able to keep doing that you know. Sooner or later I’m going to have to get out of bed.”

“No,” you mumbled, snuggling into his side, “If we get up you’re going to have to leave, and I don’t want you to go.”

“Come on lazy. It’s time to start the day.” He pulled you up out of bed and dragged you to the kitchen. “What about pancakes for breakfast?”

“Pancakes and then I think your flight leaves pretty early so we should probably get you to the airport.” You and Lin whirled around the kitchen in the familiar dance that was making breakfast together.

Lin smiled at you as he stirred the bowl of pancake batter a dollop on his nose. “What are you going to do without me?” you whispered, wiping it away with the dish towel hanging on the oven door. “I swear you’re going to go around with pancake batter all over your face in London because you didn’t have someone there to wipe it off for you.”

His sad smile almost brought you to tears, and you realized that this could be the last time you saw Lin in person in nearly a year unless he came home for Thanksgiving or Christmas. “I love you.”

Pushing your feelings to the side, you watched as Lin finished his pancakes and went to the bedroom grabbing his bags and moving them to the entryway. He came over to you sitting at the kitchen table and placed a kiss on your forehead. “Are you ready to go?”

“I don’t want to go. I’ll miss you.”

“We’ll still talk all the time, sweetheart. It’s not like we’re saying goodbye for forever. I’m just going away for a while.”

The drive to the airport was silent, the two of you contemplating life and what was going to happen within the next few months. Little did you know, Lin was trying to figure out how he was going to be able to sleep without you by his side, how was he going to avoid burning dinner without you.

“God I love you,” He stated on the walk to security at JFK, his hands shaking as he held onto his carry-on.  

“Lin,” you grabbed his arm pulling him into an embrace, trying to keep your feeling in check, but it wasn’t working. You could feel a wetness on your shirt and realized Lin was crying, which of course made you cry. 

“I’m going to miss you so very much,” he whispered into your ear as he broke the embrace, “I promise I’m going to call you as often as I can. You’re going to be sick of me.” he called as he walked through security. Away from you. Away from everything.


You’re A Plus Size & Nervous About Asking Calum Out - Part Two

.Calum x Reader

.Part Two

.Calum P.O.V

.A/n: Here is the second part to ‘The Calum One’ and this one has come early because I have now reached over 1000 followers. I never expected to get that many! Thank you everyone, it means a great deal that people like my writing. xxx

“Hey Y/n, what about this one?”

You asked as you tugged lightly on the hem of a blue blouse that would suit your girlfriend down to a tee.

Y/n turned to look in curiosity back at you, but her face fell softly as she shook her head.

“It’s beautiful Cal, but they don’t have it in my size.”
Frowning lightly, you turned to the rail and began to rifle through the packed railing; how could they not have her size somewhere on here?

Three quarters of the way through the tops and only having reached a size twelve, you began to accept the fact that you weren’t going to find what you were looking for.

You felt Y/n walk up to your side and she spoke in a soft voice as she ran her fingers along your thigh.

“Come on, how about we just go for a coffee? All this shopping is giving me a bad head.”

She smiled softly but you knew she was disappointed.

Y/n didn’t go shopping very often because she said she could never find anything in her size and unfortunately, it was true. Almost every rail of clothing she walked up to didn’t have her size, why is it that they had so small sizes and nothing else?

“Okay Princess.”

You smiled encouragingly as you took her hand, and you noticed the light blush on her cheeks as you wandered away from the clothes in search of a warm drink.

It was a weekday so the shopping centre was much quieter than normal and you managed to get a seat in a booth all by yourselves. Y/n looked much more relaxed as you shared some lunch and chatted easily back and forth.

It had been roughly six months since you had asked Y/n to be your girlfriend and even though she was a little unsure at first, she eventually said ‘yes’. Her company was everything to you; as soon as you woke up to the moment you went to sleep she was all you thought about. Of course, each of you had your own commitments but you understood this and gave each other the space you need. Thankfully she was always over the moon to see you when you had spent some time apart and you were only more than happy to give her the attention she deserved.

“Are you sure you still want to come with me tomorrow?”

Y/n asked before taking a sip from her coffee cup and you nodded your head enthusiastically.

“Yeah, I’ve been looking forward to it for ages. This will be your first big break Y/n and I want to do all that I can to help.”

You insisted as you rested your hand against the top of hers against the table, causing her to smile happily.

“Thank you, I really appreciate you being there.”

God, you were falling for her so badly, so much so it made you want to take her hand and just run away. Guessing you had zoned out in thought, Y/n’s delicate but deliberate cough snapped you out of your daydreaming and you apologised with a quick smile.

“Sorry, I was just thinking…”

Y/n shook her head as she shuffled off her bench seat and came to stand by your side.

“It’s time to go now, I need to pick Harry up.”

You almost sighed, you had forgotten about Y/n’s younger brother.

Getting to your feet, you took her hand and kissed the side of her head warmly before walking out hand in hand, dreading the moment when you had to let go.


The following morning took ages to roll around but when it did, you were happy to find Y/n already waiting for you outside her house when you pulled your car up along the pavement.

Before she had chance to get in, you flew out of your seat and rushed around to her side where she met you in a deep, relieving kiss that caused you to beam.

“Are you all ready Princess?”

You asked as you took her large duffle bag from her shoulder and placed it in the back seat.

“Yes, I’m so excited.”

She enthused as you opened the passenger side door for her to climb in before walking around to seat yourself back behind the wheel.

Just before you pulled off, Y/n leaned over and sweetly kissed your cheek.

“Thank you for taking me Calum.”

You blushed warmly as you shook your head in dismissal.

“Anything for you.”

You assured as you pulled away from her house to begin the long drive towards today’s shoot destination.

Y/n had secured little bits and bobs of different modelling work since you’d been together but today was different; if everything went well, this was going to be her big break. A leading fashion high street retailer was holding auditions today for their next catalogue and advertising campaign and Y/n had so far made it down to the final stages. Today was the day their chosen model would be picked and you were positive Y/n had it in the bag.

As you drove, you could tell she was nervous. She was sat dead straight as she squeezed her fingers and focused her attention mainly out of the window.

Trying to take her mind off the daunting afternoon, you playfully sang along to everything that came on the radio much to her amusement, and you were pleased you could cheer her up at least some.

It took you just over two hours to arrive at the venue and you proudly walked hand in hand with her inside. Once Y/n had checked in and spoken to a couple of the team members she was given a number and instructed to wait until she was called for.

You sat with her on a row of chairs as you watched people coming and going, some looking rushed and flustered whilst others just waited quietly. A few more confident potential models were boasting about past experience and after a while, Y/n turned to you as she spoke quietly.

“Cal, I’ve never been to auditions like this before… I don’t think I’m on the same level as some of these people.”

Tipping your head towards hers so your foreheads could rest comfortably together, you rubbed your finger encouragingly under her chin as you muttered back.

“This may be your first audition but by the sound of it, this is her eighth. She’s obviously not doing something right. Just be yourself and they’ll love you.”

Y/n closed the short distance between you to softly kiss your lips before sitting back in her seat, a more confident smile now gracing her face.

You were both waiting patiently for Y/n’s turn but about after forty five minutes, your phone started to ring. Fishing the device out of your pocket, you frowned at the unknown number but answered it anyway.


“Good afternoon, is that Mr Hood?”

Frowning further, you nodded your head slightly as you replied.

“Yes, who is this?”

“Mr Hood, this is Mary Chapman, I’m calling regarding the Sports Teacher position you applied for. If it’s convenient for you, we would love for you to pop down this afternoon for an interview, the team and I were very impressed by your resume…”

Your eyes widened slightly in shock, you had applied for that position over two weeks ago and never expected to hear anything from it.

You felt like now you had Y/n, your life was starting to head in a certain direction and no matter what the future may hold, you wanted to be able to support your girlfriend as much you could and that meant getting a good job with a steady income.

Y/n sensed your hesitation and when she caught your eye, she fixed you with a questioning look. You didn’t want to ditch Y/n, you couldn’t; she wouldn’t be able to get home and you wanted to be here for her on her important day.

“Wow, um… Thank you for giving me a call back. I’m so sorry but I won’t be able to make this afternoon, is there any chance we could make it for a different date?”

Y/n’s look of confusion turned into one of doubt.

“That’s unfortunate, I will give you a call back Mr. Hood once I have discussed possible dates with my team. Thank you for your time.”

You couldn’t help but feel slightly anxious when you ended the call; you highly doubted they would call back.

“What was that about Cal?”

You shrugged it off as if it was nothing.

“You know that teaching job I applied for? They wanted me to go for an interview this afternoon.”

Y/n’s eyes shot open in surprise as she started to slightly panic.

“What? Then what are you still doing here!? Call them back and tell them you’ll go today.”

Shaking your head, you remained stubborn.

“No. This is your day for your job and I’m not leaving you here.”

You insisted, but Y/n started to look upset.

“It’s fine, I can catch the train home. Calum, this is more important than you being here for me… This could be the start of a good career for you. You have more chance of getting this job than I have with mine, please go.”

You would have liked to go for this job, but it was just out of the question. Y/n must have seen the look on your face and that was all she needed for confirmation.

“Go Calum, ring them back right now.”

Before you could give her an answer, Y/n’s name got called out from somewhere down the hall, signalling that she was up next.

“I’ll get the train back.”

She reassured as she got to her feet and you followed, taking her hands strongly in yours.

Y/n beamed happily as her name got called again, but you quickly pulled her into a hug.

“Good luck Princess, you’ve got this.”

Y/n squeezed you back lovingly and you swiftly pecked her lips when you pulled away.

“You too. I’ll see you later?”

Kissing her again, you finally stepped back and let her go.

“Text me, I’ll pick you up from the station. You can do this.”

Y/n shot you a nervous smile as she turned and walked towards the member of staff who was calling her. You watched until she was gone before re dialling Mary’s number, hoping she would still see you as you made your way out of the building to your car.


The evening sky was beautiful lilac, pink and fading orange as you waited on the platform for Y/n’s train to roll in. She had only texted you with the time she was arriving, nothing more, and you were rolling back and forth onto the balls of your feet, anxiously awaiting her return.

When the train finally did arrive, you easily spotted her familiar face within the few people that got off and even though you were a little distance away from her, as soon as her eyes met yours, you could tell she was upset and your heart sank; this chance was everything for her.

Pulling your hands from your pockets you jogged over to her side and she immediately cuddled against your chest, her arms fixing securely around your neck as you held her waist.

“Y/n, Sweetheart…”

You sighed softly as she sobbed against your collar and you soothed your hands in large circles over her back to comfort her.


She murmured softly as she pulled away slightly to look back up at you.

“Calum, I got the job! They wanted me, can you believe it!?”

It took you a second to digest her information and once it had sunk in, you couldn’t help but beam in excited happiness.

“Are you serious? Y/n you tease I knew you could do it! Princess, I’m so proud of you.”

Your grin matched hers as she practically shook with the thrill of it all, and you both expressed your happiness in a passionate kiss.

“How about you? Did they see you?”

Y/n asked anxiously but you soon settled her worries with a gentle grin.

“They saw me. I even had a kick about with some of the students and they really liked me. They offered me the job right then and there, and I took it.”

Y/n squealed with excitement and you couldn’t help but laugh as she pulled you into a tight embrace.

“Cal, this is amazing, I’m so pleased for you! When do you start?”

“At the start of the next month.”

You smirked as you took your girlfriend’s hands in yours and kissed her deeply.

“How about we go and get something to eat? My treat. It’s been a long day.”

Y/n nodded enthusiastically before adding.

“Will you stay at mine tonight?”

It was a rare occasion that you could spend the nights with each other, what with Y/n having to take care of her little brother and yourself having to get up early too, it wasn’t always suitable for you to be together but seeing as it looked like you were both free…

“I’d love to.”

You purred huskily as you held her close, suggestively curling your finger underneath her chin.

Blushing bashfully, Y/n pressed a swift press against your lips before stepping back and you fell easily to place at her side as you walked hand in hand to your car.


When you and Y/n found out you had both landed jobs you couldn’t be happier; Y/n was finally doing what she wanted to do and you now had a good wage so you could treat her, but that was the problem.

That was four months ago, and you hardly saw each other anymore.

With her numerous catalogue shoots, Y/n often had to travel and be away for a few nights at a time and with you having to put in a good effort at your new job, it was getting increasingly difficult to see one another.

Of course, you were on the phone and texting and calling when you could, but it wasn’t the same as having her by your side; you couldn’t see the shine in her eyes over a telephone call.

Every time you finished speaking, you could hear the masked hurt in Y/n’s voice and the pressure of it all weighed down aching on your heart.

When you finished your conversation on Sunday night you were left alone, standing in your kitchen feeling cold and empty now that her voice had gone, you couldn’t stop the tears from spilling over.

You knew you were in love with her, you had been ever since you’d taken her out on your first date.

It had taken you all week to collect and borrow as much money as you could to take her out to the fanciest restaurant in town. You could still clearly remember the absolute horror on her face when she glanced at the prices but you told her not to worry, she was more than worth it.

The last thing in the world you wanted to do was lose her, but you couldn’t carry on like this.

Hastily wiping your eyes, you redialled Y/n’s number and she picked up, as always, within a couple of seconds.

“Cal! Are you alright?”

She asked with a slight giggle as if she knew you’d forgotten to tell her something.

“Y/n… I can’t…”

Y/n could tell straight away that you weren’t yourself and her cheery tone changed to one of great concern within moments.
“Calum, what’s happened? What’s wrong?”

Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you tried to keep your voice straight as your eyes clouded with tears once more.

“Y/n. I’m so sorry I’m telling you this over the phone but you need to know. I love you so much, everything about you; your laugh, your eyes… the way you look when you look at me… But I’m sick of this. I’m sick of this situation that we’re in and even though I’m so pleased and proud of you, I can’t stand us being so distant. I want to be with you always.”

Y/n was silent for a few moments and you could clearly see the look of concentration on her face as she tried to process your confession.

“Do you really mean it? Do you love me?”

She asked quietly, sounding anxious and very unlike herself.

“I love you Y/n. You’re the most important person in my life.”

You replied confidently but Y/n didn’t say a word for a while, and it took you a few seconds to pick up that she too was crying.

“Calum, I need to see you.”

She sobbed softly and the corners of your lips tugged at a smile.

“I don’t want to come around and disturb Harry.”

Your words were gentle but she quickly replied.

“He’s in bed. Come over.”

You had picked up your car keys from the fruit bowl and started to make your way through the house towards the front door before she had even finished.

“I’m coming Princess, don’t cry.”

You teased lightly.

“I’m not crying… Don’t be long, but be careful.”

“I’ll see you soon.”

You promised before ending the call and climbing into your car, and it wasn’t long before you were on the way to sort things out with your girl.


anonymous asked:

[1] Hello, I just want to tell you how much I appreciate this blog for all the meta posts and neutral analysis. Each week after watching the new episode I always come here to read you guys’ thoughts, it’s really interesting and also makes the story more enjoyable. I would like to share with you some thoughts inspired by the director’s tweets. There’s two pics of spoiler we can see featuring a giant robot, according to the file number marked at the top left corner we can know it’s gonna happen in

[2] the next episode(13). One of the picture shows that giant robot is fighting with dragon Nina. I assume the robot is controlled by Charioce, ‘cause the design is different from other robot soldiers we saw before: the helmet and all the armor design looks just similar to Charioce’s armor. In pv2 there’s a scene about a giant hand transformed from Charioce’s weapon firing at God’s ship, and a scene showing the collapse of God’s battleship, which may caused by Charioce or dragon Nina.

[3] So in my opinion the war is gonna end soon and humankind will win(at least not quite fail), or maybe Nina will destroy both God’s and Charioce’s weapon (judge from a scene of pv3)? But taken from last episode’s hint I have a bad feeling that the incomplete secret weapon will influence Charioce itself (mentally or physically), and the second half story might focus on this part (aka Charioce’s side story).

[4] What’s more, in one of the interview the character designer said episode 20 will be very dark and sad, I think it might have something to do with it. Maybe in the end the Demons and Gods will have to unite in order to fight against ballistic Charioce…? And Nina has to make a choice between this. (From the interview with the voice actress of Nina, she said according to the director, SNB is about how people will do while facing extreme decision making.)

[5] Just some crazy thoughts in my mind. (To me, it’s either Charioce or El will lose control in the end……) Oh! Also the spoiler with Chris is going to happen in episode 16( judging from the file name again, this one is quite blurry but still legible, which can be seen from the pic in the right screen), but I think it may be something about his past, because somehow that Chris looks a bit younger than now to me and his hair seems much shorter too.

(Sorry for the break off, have to wait for an hour to finish this. ಠ_ಠ) [6] However it may turns out that I’m mistaken since there’s color confetti in the background… so maybe it’s a scene from the victory parade over the war with God? Anyway according to the staff, next episode will be the key and definitely very epic!Sorry for the long comment, just want to share some thoughts running in my mind these days… hope it didn’t bother you. And keep up all the good work! Best wishes.

WOW. Hello! To get started, I want to thanks to you for sharing all your thoughts with me through this blog, it’s always really great to read this kind of things about the future development of the story coming from people like you, and in the case of everything have you shared, I’m seriously speechless.

Well, I will share some thoughts with you too and some images so the rest can see the point of which you are talking about. 

When you started pointing out about the Charioce’s kind of mecha I feel that you were talking about this, and then, it becomes clearer if you look at the images that appear in the 2nd and 3rd PV.

It seems like indeed, Charioce is the one who start the attack again againsts the Gods using his secret weapon. And there’s one image of him:

At least that’s what I think since he’s using his armor. Plus, as you said Gods are gonna be defeated but we don’t know the reason until now, so, I think you have the correct point here, the winner of the “war” is gonna be Charioce. 

Certainly, I totally agree with you, for Charioce to win the war against the Gods could have many consequences for his character, in every sense, starting with he once conquered the demons, but to defeat the Gods would bring an even greater new meaning to him and humankind, since they have always shown their power against humans. Without doubt, it’s the route that could follow the anime from now on.

I agree about the coming episode is gonna be very decisive in many ways and it’s gonna be longer too, because I have hear that there’s no opening/ending this week and the newest one are gonna be realized the next week (14th episode), so that’s means this episode is special and really important in every possible way. At the same time, it seems there’s a confrontation between Charioce and the red dragon, there are some hints about that in the pvs.

The possibilities of a change on Charioce’s attitude due to his victory against the Gods could bring many consequences and repercussions in all the characters, and the main one could be as you say, that the Gods and the demons have to join forces, once more, against someone they haven’t been able to overcome all alone. Although I must necessarily say that I do not like the idea that all seek Charioce’s sinking only to return to the glory they enjoyed a while ago, but that has always been the nature of the Gods and the demons, so is quite understandable, even more at this point.

From the beginning, that has been felt, about the extreme decisions that have had to take some characters, as it’s the case of Jeanne and her last decision to hide his son between the demons, before this one can be assassinated, so I won’t be surprised if more of such scenes await us in the future.

And finally, I certainly had not reached a resolution with that scene shown, I came to think of many times that it would be a flashback because I didn’t find another reason for being, but it’s as you say, possibly there will be some kind of celebration very similar to the one that there was for conquering the demons episodes before. I still have no a clear context or if is a younger version of him, or even if it’s him in the actual timeline, but I think it will be a matter of waiting until the 16th episodes arrives.

I do not think your thoughts are wrong, in fact they make a lot of sense, and even more so if you compare them with the PVs and you pay attention. I think everything depends on waiting a little longer for the next episode.

Once more, thank you for sharing your thoughts with me, and if you like to do it again, DO IT, I would seriously love to reading it, especially because you seem to know the language which I do not know, and I feel that sometimes it puts me at a disadvantage, but thanks to God there are still people like you.

Have a good day and thank you for dropping by. ♥ :’) 

Champion. ::Cesaro Smut::

Pairing: Reader x Cesaro

Word Count: 3,390

Warnings: Smut and smut. Also possible spoilers for Roadblock 2016. Also I used only three words of a foreign language, but pretty sure I managed to butcher them. So sorry!

So I was inspired to write this after Roadblock, so there might be some spoilers if you haven’t watched it yet. Also, I promise I am writing another Christmas one shot. It’s nearly finished and it features Sami Zayn! Who definitely deserves some love after roadblock too! 

Originally posted by hiitsmekevin

I almost screamed out loud in frustration, as I saw Xavier Woods interfere once again. This entire match had been far too close for my liking. Of course, that also meant that Cesaro and Sheamus still had a chance at the Tag Team Championships. My boyfriend had gone charging out of the gate, right at the beginning of the match and seemed determined not to let the pace up. Still, The New Day hadn’t broken the record for nothing and they weren’t giving anything away.

I don’t think I could take that heart-broken look on Antonio’s face again, if this match didn’t go his way. Shesaro (and you’ll be damned if you think I didn’t pick that up and run with it, the very moment that The New Day came up with it), deserved this victory, but unfortunately just because you deserved something, didn’t automatically guarantee result. Otherwise, (in my humble and admittedly slightly biased opinion), Sheamus and Antonio would have won the tag team championships long ago.

It was with great confusion as I watched, as Sheamus reached to make the tag and I frowned as Antonio pulled his hand back. What was my Swiss Superman up to? I knew that he must have a plan. Sheamus and Antonio may have had their differences in the past but they had (mostly) reconciled all that.

As soon as Cesaro charged forward, I realised the trick. Unfortunately for The New Day’s sake, Kofi didn’t. I cringed as Kofi smashed Antonio into the mat, leaving Sheamus to make the pin in all the confusion.  

I could hardly believe it as the referee called the match. My Swiss Superman had made it! He had his championship! I paused as I saw Antonio pull The New Day into a hug, ever the gentleman. A swell of pride filled me at the sight of my boyfriend. Of course, I couldn’t help but roll my eyes, as Sheamus snatched both of the championship belts, though Antonio seemed more preoccupied with celebrating with his Cesaro section.

I didn’t have time to do much more, but send off a quick congratulatory text to his phone. After all, I was supposed to be working and even just watching this match on the TV in the back, was technically skiving.  I usually tried to be professional, but this time I just couldn’t not watch Antonio’s match, not when I believed in him so much.


For the next two hours, I didn’t even have so much as a chance to sit down, let alone seek out my boyfriend. I wanted to give him a better congratulation than just a text. But my job had to come first, I knew Cesaro understood that and a better congratulation would just have to wait until later.

Of course that was put off even later, as Shesaro were due to appear on Talking Raw, leaving me to catch a ride back to the hotel with my friend Lydia instead. She grinned in amusement as she got behind the wheel, watching me as I pulled up the WWE app on my phone so I could watch Antonio’s interview, tuning in just in time to see the European tour poster being brought up and the fact that he wasn’t even featured on it. I couldn’t help but wince slightly in response. On one hand, I was so proud of him for standing up for himself, on the other hand I could only hope that Vince McMahon and his other bosses weren’t watching. My hopes weren’t particularly high in that regard though. They did have their jobs for a reason after all. 

And tag team championships could always be taken away.


Waiting for Antonio in our hotel room, I tried to prep myself for his arrival. I was so excited to see him come walking through that door, with that championship belt that was rightfully his, slung over his shoulder and I could do little more than brush my hair before I paced anxiously across the floor.
I ended up pretty much launching myself across the room, once I heard the doorknob turning. I only paused as he entered, metal glinting off his right shoulder.

“That looks even better on you than I thought it would” I mused out loud. Antonio’s eyes were bright with excitement and pride as they locked with mine.

“You really think so?” he commented with a grin, crossing the room in two long strides, swinging me into his arms as he enthusiastically hugged me. I laughed as he swayed me teasingly side to side.

“Mhh-hmm,” I agreed, running my fingertips over the central medal on his championship belt. “I wasn’t too sure that you would get it off Sheamus”.

“I’m not going to let anything stop me now” he laughed, pulling back to take the belt in his hands, examining it for a moment.

“Sorry, I’m so late. Sheamus very much wanted to get me that pint of Guinness” he added, placing his trophy gently to the side before pulling me into him again.

“I had to repeat several times to him, that I had a very, very beautiful lady waiting for me” he told me pressing his forehead to mine.

“Really now? And who may this very, very beautiful lady be?” I replied, wrapping my own arms around his waist. I could feel his hands slip under my t-shirt, gently massaging my back.

“Do I really need to spell it out?” he chuckled. “Or perhaps I should just show you”.

I wriggled out of his grip, wagging my finger at him. “Ah, ah. You were the winner tonight. My treat” I informed, winking as I did so. Antonio just shook his head at me and pulled me to him once again.

“Exactly. So doesn’t that mean we should celebrate the way I want to? Because I already have an idea” he pointed out, effortlessly picking me up with one arm, carrying me towards our bed. My hands gripped automatically at the lapels of his jacket to steady myself, though I knew he would never drop me. After all, I had seen him practically throw fully-grown men across the ring before.

“Care to share?” I questioned, already knowing full well that I was going to enjoy whatever he had planned. I always did. Antonio was undoubtedly the best lover I had ever had.

“There will be plenty of sharing, don’t you worry” he replied as he rested me on the bed, nestling his large body comfortably between my legs. I could see the amusement begin to fade from his eyes as he became more serious, pressing his lips to mine.

My lips fell automatically apart to his, the moment that they made contact. It would be a lie if I said I hadn’t been thinking about this, the moment that he won that championship. My hands gripped at his shoulders, wrinkling the fabric under my fingers. His lips moved smoothly against mine, leaving me to whimper under his intense kiss. Everything about him was always intense. His hands gripped my hips firmly, pressing his lips to the top of my neck now, working his way down and along my jawline.

“I love you” he muttered against my skin, the words causing my breath to catch in my throat. He always said the words with such intensity, there was absolutely no way to deny them and I sighed happily.

“I love you too, Antonio” I told him back, my hands slipping under his jacket, to rub over the muscles of his back through his shirt. I felt him groan in response, said muscles moving slightly under my touch.

“Sore?” I questioned, my hands moving up to his shoulder blades, massaging firmly at the muscles there instead.

“Slightly. But not enough to stop” he murmured. He shrugged out of his jacket, tossing it onto the chair next to the bed, allowing me more room to work over his shoulders.

“But perhaps keep doing that for a little longer” he mused with a slight smile, before covering my lips with his own again. He kissed me firmly, passionately, as my hands continued to massage small circles into his shoulder muscles. He groaned on occasion, especially when I worked a particularly stubborn knot out. A pressure growing against my hip, alerted me to his growing arousal and I tucked a leg up by his waist, letting his hips fall closer to mine.

Antonio pulled back, his hands reaching for the bottom of my shirt.

“Up we go, darling” he murmured to me, indicating for me to sit up. I lifted my arms up above my head as the material was peeled from my body.

“My very, very beautiful lady” he commented, harking back to his earlier comment.  I grinned at his compliment, always so freely given, tugging gently at his shirt collar, before my fingers fell to the buttons. I managed to pull my legs free out from underneath him, crawling to my knees and leaning forward to press kisses to his skin, as more and more of his chest was revealed.  I could feel and hear the sharp intake of breath he made, every time my lips made contact with smooth skin.

He in turn, reached for me, one hand pulling my hair gently back from my face, holding it together in messy ponytail at the back of my head. His other hand ran soothingly up and down the length of my back, causing me to tremble slightly at his touch, hands rough only from the hardened calluses that adorned them.

From my vantage point, I could clearly see his hard member straining against the material of his trousers. My hand reached for him, intent on palming the bulge, but Antonio seemed to have ideas different to mine. Without a single spoken word, his gentle and steady strength ensured that I found myself back on my back.

“Not yet darling” he whispered against my bare stomach, the vibrations of his words hitting sensitive skin and causing sparks to shoot to my core, my arousal beginning to turn and grow in my lower body. His fingers reached for the band of my jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping with the same preciseness that I had come to expect from him. No shaky, fumbling hands for Antonio Cesaro. Every hand movement, every gesture, always precise and firm in their actions, guiding me, pleasuring me.

I wriggled my hips, trying to help him in removing my jeans. I should have known that he didn’t need any help from me, his large hands easily smoothing the material down my legs and away from my body. His body hovered above mine, supporting his weight on his arms, kissing me once more.

My hips automatically bucked as I felt his hand cup my mound through my panties, one index finger pressing the fabric up against my clit, the material scrapping pleasurably against me. Taking the band of them in his teeth, he deliberately pulled them down, keeping eye contact with me. My breaths were deep and shaky, my chest heaving slightly under my bra.

Panties removed and lost to the floor, he returned to his previous position, tilting his head to watch my face closely, watching the pleasure cross my face as his hand once again cupped me. I let out a shaky moan as his fingers played over my clit, tracing a continuous figure of eight over my sensitive nub.

“Antonio…” I moaned, biting down sharply on my bottom lip, a slight taste of something metallic filling my mouth.

“Easy now, sweetheart” he told me, pressing a kiss to my sore lip, his tongue sweeping over the damaged and reddened area. His hand slipped lower, large fingers pressing ever so slightly against my entrance. He continued to tease me for a moment, fingers caressing the inside of me before retreating. My moans seemed louder than usual as his fingers finally entered into me, sliding in deeply.

As he continued to thrust his fingers inside of me, I could feel the glass face of his large watch, pressing up against my clit and I moaned intensely at the cold sensation.

“Just like that” I managed to get out, his fingers never faltering in their pace; his wrist maintaining just the right angle to cause my body to react, my hips bucking as his long fingers curled inside of me, playing me to the best of his abilities as he always did.

Antonio began to shuffle his body down the bed, my whole body shivering in anticipation of what I knew was coming next. Fingers still at work inside of me, I felt his lips latch onto my clit, his free hand steadying my hip, limiting the motion of them, leaving me barely able to buck up against him. 

He sucked gently for a moment, tongue pointed and flicking over my most sensitive point, before he began to whisper words in foreign languages against my clit, the vibrations stimulating me. I recognised some of them as endearments, but in all honesty my mind was too distracted by the glorious way he was making me feel, to translate the majority of his words.

“Amor, tesoro, amoureux…” he continued, the languages blending into one as his fingers continued to thrust and curl inside of me, his lips caressing over my clit at every word. My hips were fighting against his tight grip, bucking in reaction to him, every inch of skin seeming to vibrate as my release hit me. My cry filled the room as I continued to shudder under his ministrations, my back arching deeply.

I collapsed back onto the bed as Antonio pulled away, wiping gently at his mouth with the back of his hand. I could see that the cuff of his shirt was slightly damp with my wetness and that sight, for some reason, was quick to stir my body back into action.

My hands smoothed over his shoulders as I slid his shirt off, Antonio almost simultaneously reaching behind me to unclasp my bra.

“This is my favourite” he commented, playing with the lacy cup as he did so, before sliding the garment in question down my arms, releasing me from the confines. He leaned down to take a hardened nipple into his mouth, causing me to gasp once more as his tongue swirled around it.

My own hand reached towards his trousers, palming the bulge through the material, alternating between different pressures. I kept my other hand at the back of his neck, holding him to my breast as his mouth, lips and tongue continued to manipulate my sensitive nipple. He stopped to groan occasionally, as my hand brushed over him in particularly sensitive way, his hips bucking ever so slightly. We continued like this for what must have been a couple of minutes, appreciating the way that my arousal was slowly continuing to build again.

By the time he had pulled away, Antonio was breathing deeply, his lips slightly swollen as he pressed them passionately to mine once again. I could hear him tugging at his belt as we continued to kiss, the signature sound  of his zip being pulled, following shortly after.

I pulled back as he began to manoeuvre his trousers down, choosing to arrange myself on the bed, one knee propped up, an arm flung nonchalantly across my stomach, the other on the bed by my head.

“Pretty as a picture” he mused with a smile as he took in the position I was in. He crawled atop of me slowly, taking the time to press a single kiss to my stomach, then one to my chest, followed by another to my neck. My arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders the moment I felt him enter me, filling me in one complete stroke.

My back arched, giving Antonio the opportunity to slip one arm underneath me so he could hold me close tightly. We rocked our hips together, our motions severely limited by how tightly we were holding each other. Neither of us were willing to loosen our grip though, enjoying the closeness and the sense of intensity and intimacy it brought to our love-making. There was something to be said for a slow, steady pace, allowing our arousal to grow at a tantalising pace, just waiting for the right moment to be released.

“I’m so proud of you. It was amazing to watch you out there. Proving to everyone exactly what you’re capable of, proving to them why they should never doubt you” I murmured into his ear, before letting my lips play along the length of his neck, admiring the restrained strength that ran through his entire body.

“My beautiful lady, always believed in me, didn’t she?” he replied, moaning slightly as I nipped at the side of his neck.

“Always” I responded, before running my tongue over the mark I had just left behind, teasing a deeper shade of red to the surface.

He thrusted particularly harder into me as a result of my answer, causing my hips to buck, the burning I felt in my core intensifying. Our hips seemed to be clashing harder against one another and we were forced to let go of our tight grip on the other, as a faster pace began to erupt between us.

“The moment I got my hands on that championship belt, all I could think about was celebrating with you. Sharing the moment with you” he told me, steadying himself on his forearm as the pace became more desperate. His other hand was clutched tightly around my shoulder, anchoring my body to his, preventing me from slipping up the bed at each push of him inside of me.

On my part, I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, wanting to feel him even deeper inside of me, if that was even possible. We worked so well together in bed, both of us knowing when we should retreat and when we should push. There was a unity to us as we moved together as one, intent on driving the other to higher pleasures.

“Antonio… Soon” I moaned, my orgasm rapidly approaching, the muscles of my core almost clenching on their own, as my release prepared to take over.

“I’ll be right there with you” he assured me, his thrusts taking on a rougher tone now as he continued to push into me, the pace just as fast but more erratic, both of us losing our sense of rhythm. Yet just another sign of how close we were to our peaks.

I reached my edge first, still sensitive from my previous orgasm. This time I cried out his name, the word falling from my lips repeatedly in breathy gasps, seemingly almost a mantra. Antonio followed not long after me, my clenching muscles pulling him in, pushing him over the edge. He bit back several curse words as he released shot after shot of cum into me, only allowing my name and some endearments to leave his mouth.

He pressed his lips to mine in an open-mouthed kiss, as we both continued to try and catch our breath. He rolled off me, so he could collapse back against the mattress, the combination of anticipation, tonight’s championship match and his release seemingly draining him all at once.

I could see the sense of sleepiness in his eyes, even as he smiled widely at me, his chest rising deeply with each breath. I turned to snuggle up close to him, resting my head on his shoulder.

“My champion” I muttered, pressing a simple kiss to his upper arm. Above my head I could hear him chuckle slightly, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me slightly upwards so that my face was closer to his.

“I love you, y/n” he told me, exhaustion beginning to creep into his voice.

“I love you, too” I replied, watching as my Swiss Superman slowly drifted off to sleep, his steady breathing soothing to my ears. Gently, so as not to disturb him, I reached for the watch still on his wrist, undoing the buckle  so I could remove it and place it to the side.

Pulling the covers up around us, I pressed another soft kiss to his arm.

“Goodnight, love” I said, despite knowing that he couldn’t hear it.

right where we are

CS fake dating AU.

(Because I was watching this movie on Netflix and I heard ‘Thinking Out Loud’ on the radio and proceeded to listen to it on repeat for 4 days.)

(Also because Christmas.)

(Enjoy whatever this is.)

            It’s possibly one of the stupidest things she’s ever done—and she’s done a lot of stupid things.

            But let’s start at the beginning.

            It begins at the Labor Day picnic—because Storybrooke is like some sort of real life version of Stars Hollow, featuring her mother as Taylor Doose, so of course there’s a town wide picnic for Labor Day that her mother insists she drive up for—

            And of course her lack of romantic relationship comes up (when does it not anymore?), and it’s more of that sad smile from her mother, with a half hopeful, trying really hard, “You’ll find someone, Emma,” and then reassuring hugs from her father.

            And this year she gets it from cousin Regina, too—formerly the evil queen of town, practically, all sharp edges and sharp smiles, bitter and angry and full of scathing—but sometimes funny—remarks at the holidays—who is now happily engaged to a widowed lumberjack with a five year old. She’s happier than Emma’s ever seen her, which is great—Emma’s all about happy endings—but even she gets all, “Still no one?”

            And Emma bristles.

            “Yep,” she grinds out, smiling tightly. “Just me.”

            And then Regina had patted her on the arm and smiled condescendingly—and she may have meant well, Emma will grant her that—

            The point is, she didn’t drive up to Maine for the damned Labor Day picnic to be fussed over and pitied by her family for her lack of boyfriend.

            (Which is a choice, dammit.)

            The point is, when she gets back to her apartment in Boston she pulls out a bottle of wine and considers her life and her choices and her relationship track record and the holidays—

            And she’s maybe a little bit drunk and maybe feeling a little bit spiteful, which is how she comes to draft an ad seeking a fake relationship for the Christmas season.

            (She must have been drunk, because not only did she write the ad—she posted it.)

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Not Today// Twenty One Pilots

Requested: can i have an imagine where Tyler and Josh both like you, and they fight over you, and one day when they are fighting, you catch them and tease them about it, and they both get all embarrassed? thank you so much, and i love your writing, it’s goals.


              Some tension while on tour was normal, everyone gets sick of each other at least a little bit after being cramped up with them after a while. So when you noticed a slight tension between Josh and Tyler you initially didn’t think anything of it. Though the two loved each other to death, this was the longest tour they’ve been on. You merely shrugged, it was only your second tour with them so maybe this had happened before; you didn’t really know and didn’t care to ask.

              “Hey, Y/N?” You heard Tyler call as you were in the middle of setting up Josh’s drumkit. “Can you listen to something for me? I think my piano is losing its tune.” You shrugged slightly. You were hired on as a drum tech, and you weren’t exactly familiar with piano.

              “I could try? You know I’m not an expert on pianos like you are Tyler.” You laughed, as you moved to set up the kick drum. “Let me just finish this, then I’ll help you. Deal?” You wanted to help Tyler, but your job came before your friendships.

              “Please Y/N?” He droned, obviously wanting you over at his piano right at that moment. “I have something to show you and I wanted it to be a surprise. I kind of want to show you before everyone else shows up.” You felt slightly bad, Tyler was a sweetheart and you were acting cold. It wasn’t like the drum kit would take you that long to set up, would it?

              “Fine.” You caved in, walking over to the piano stool where Tyler sat. “I’ll listen for a bit, but I do need to finish setting stuff up. I really don’t want to get fired.” Tyler gave you a small smile as his fingers began to expertly press keys. Making a beautiful sound as he did so, you loved it.

              “That’s only part of it, but what do you think?” He asked, looking up at you with a certain look in his eyes. You couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was, but right as you were about to answer Marks voice rang out.      

              “Y/N! What are you doing?” You shot up, apologies soaring past your lips at a million miles per minute as anxiety bubbled in your stomach. You really didn’t want to lose this job, and Mark seemed less than impressed with you. “Finish setting up the drum set, then come find me. We need to talk.” You felt like you were about to cry as Mark walked away, leaving you to slowly finish the job you had started.

              “I’m sorry, I didn’t expect him to be like that with you.” Tyler began, placing a hand on your shoulder as you worked. You shrugged it off, not wanting any contact with him whatsoever right now. Tyler may have been a good friend of yours, but he may also be the reason why you lost your dream job.

              “Leave me alone Tyler.” You whispered pleadingly. Using everything inside of you not to cry. “Until I talk to Mark, I don’t want to talk to you.” You heard another quiet apology before Tyler walked away, probably to go prepare for the show tonight.

              “Hey. Let me.” You were just about to move one of the symbols when Josh intervened. Offering to do some of the work. “I’ve done this a million times before, and you look like you need a bottle of water and some time to relax.” You shook your head fiercely, continuing to set up the drum kit. You were not about to get caught slacking off again in front of Mark. “Is this about what Mark said? Don’t worry about him, he’s just stressed because it’s a sold out show. If you’re worried I could go with you to talk to him. Or wait outside until after.” You smiled at the offer.

              “Maybe. I’m just hoping I don’t lose my job, you know?” You whispered, it sounded pathetic when you said it in words. You knew Mark admired your work ethic, and wouldn’t fire you over one little thing like this.

              “He won’t fire you. You’re the best drum tech I’ve had in years, and besides if he were to fire anyone it would probably be Tyler and I.” You couldn’t help but laugh at Josh’s words; the situations the two have gotten themselves into drove Mark up the wall at some points. “I wouldn’t let you go anyway; I’d hire you as my private tech, and not allow anyone else to touch my babies.” Josh lovingly rubbed the snare drum he was holding; for something he would be hitting with all his might in a few hours, he babied his drums.

              “Thank you Josh, for everything.” You smiled as the two of you finished setting up. You pulled the drummer into a hug, surprised at how tight he held onto you. “I’m going to talk Mark now, wish me luck.” You whispered into his chest, not wanting to pull away. You loved hugs, and found Josh’s to be some of the best. With that being said you never viewed him in a romantic light, same with Tyler. They were two of your best friends. Who you could hug and cuddle whenever you pleased. You walked off stage, wandering throughout the venue fearfully looking for Mark.

              “Y/N, looking for me I’m guessing?” You jumped as you heard his voice come from behind you. He had just stepped out of a dressing room and took a couple steps toward you, leaning against the wall. “I’m sorry for being an ass earlier, I shouldn’t have gotten mad. But you know hanging out comes second, right? You have to get your jobs done, then you’re free to do whatever you please.” You nodded, working up the confidence to ask the question that had been buzzing in your mind.

              “So I’m not fired?” You rushed out, receiving an amused look in response.

              “Tyler and Josh would fire me if I even thought of letting you go. Plus you’re great at what you do, and you keep the boys company on the bus. I have no reason to fire you. Just try not to let this happen again?” You nodded happily, watching as Mark walked past you before letting out the sigh of relief that you had been holding in. Josh was right, Mark wouldn’t fire you. The Twenty One Pilots crew was a family, and the clique was the children. The children that Tyler had somehow birthed without dying. The thought of that interview made you smile inside as you went to find the guys to tell them the news.

              You were about to round the corner to where you heard Josh and Tyler talking, until you realized that they sounded angry. You stopped, pressing your back to the wall as you listened in. You had a small voice in your head scream at you to stop, knowing that if they caught you they would both be devastated. Then again, they seemed to be hiding something from you. If one of them had a problem with something, or each other they would surely tell you, right?

              “You didn’t see how sad she looked. You can’t just jeopardize her job to make stupid moves on her.” Josh snapped at Tyler; to make moves on me?

              “Yeah, yeah. At least I’m romantic enough to make moves on her. What have you done, help her do her job? Nice going you took some of the workload off, what a sweetheart you are.” Tyler retorted, confusing you completely. Why were they fighting over who was sweeter to you?                

              “And you played some stupid tune on piano, good job.” You could almost hear Josh rolling his eyes, followed by a pop. One of them opening a can of what was probably Red Bull.

              “Don’t you test me, just because I play the piano doesn’t mean I’m not willing to take you down.” You had to cover your mouth to keep from bursting out into a fit of laughter, did Tyler seriously quote one of his own songs?

              “Did you just try to threaten me?” Josh asked, outright confused at Tyler’s words; and probably the fact that he quoted his own lyrics.

              “I’m sorry.” Tyler mumbled, continuing the song a little more as you couldn’t hold it in, you leaned around the corner and started laughing. Watching as their eyes widened and faces turned bright red.

              “Are you serious Tyler?” You choked out between laughs, “Quoting your own fricken song?” You were beginning to calm down at this point, forcing yourself to take deeper breaths so you could discuss the issue at hand. “Were you guys seriously fighting about a girl? And was this girl seriously me?” You felt embarrassed to assume that, but the evidence you heard made it clear.

              “I’m sorry.” Their voices chorused together, you merely crossed your arms trying to look like a mother figure.

              “Is this why you guys have been so tense around each other? Over a girl? I thought I raised you both better.” You pointed your finger at them. “Now hug it out. You both are never going to hear the end of this.” You giggled. “I love you both to death, but I would never, ever tear this little family apart by dating one of you.” You saw the disappointment brew in their faces. “You guys understand that, right? I love to cuddle you both, give lots of hugs and say cute things. But I could never jeopardize the relationship I have with either of you by diving into a relationship. I can’t stand the thought of losing either of my dorks.” You held your arms around, nonverbally calling for a group hug with the two boys.

              “I’m never going to hear the end of it from you, am I?” Tyler asked, still embarrassed about quoting his own song in a fight.

              “Never ever, you won’t either Josh.” You smiled, feeling their arms slip around you. Peace in the Twenty One Pilots family was restored.

The Paparazzi ( Pete Wentz )

A/N: I know this was significantly later than promised, so i’m sorry. Unfortunately I’m going through some medical stuff and couldn’t use one wrist yesterday or today so it was difficult to write, but it’s finally here , so I hope everyone enjoys!


Based Off of the Request:  Can I have a Dad!Pete imagine where after you’re like 15 (he didn’t want you shown to the paparazzi as a kid) you start going out together and the paparazzi show up and then you get interviewed by them and handle it like a champ (then an entire day of adorable fluff)?

I fix my hair nervously one more time, as Dad comes bounding down the stairs, and straight past me. He makes it a few feet past me, before slowly backtracking and narrowing his eyes at me.

“New hair?” he asks suspiciously, noticing my purple ends I just finished that morning.

I gulp, not sure how he’s going to react, “Yup, did them myself”

“Love it” he says with a grin, and continues in his path to the front door. I smile happily at his response, and watch as he moves into the kitchen. 

“Are you ready to go?” he yells.

“Yes, Dad,” I groan, “I’ve been ready for an hour. I’ve been waiting on you remember?”

“Oh right,” he says, popping back into the room, “I forgot. Well I’m ready, let’s go”

I roll my eyes but follow him to the door. We throw ourselves into the car, and we’re off to the store.We stop at Target first, grabbing clothes and books for him to take on tour, and then we head to the mall. He parks near one of the restaurants where we’re going to grab lunch.and pulls into a spot close to the entrance.

“Oh shit” he mutters as he looks at the restaurant.

“What?” I ask, looking toward the doors, trying to figure out what he’s frowning at.

“Paparazzi are hanging around the entrance, they must know I’m gonna be here”

“So what?” I ask harshly.

“So,” he responds, mocking my tone, “we should probably eat somewhere else, keep them away from you”

“Dad seriously?” I complain, “ You promised we would eat here before you leave for tour, and you’re leaving in two days .Plus, I can deal with some dumb paparazzi! I’m fifteen, not a baby, I can handle myself”

“I know that (Y/N),” he responds sincerely, turning to look at me, “ but paparazzi can be nasty, I don’t want to expose you to them before it’s absolutely necessary”

“I know, Dad, but I’ll be fine, I promise” I plead.

“Fine,” he agrees reluctantly,  “but only because I promised we’d eat here.”

I cheer and hop out of the car. Dad chuckles and follows, staying right next to me. As we near the doors, he throws an arm protectively over my shoulder.The paparazzi spot us, I take a single deep breath, and we’re surrounded.

They fight for our attention, asking Dad about the upcoming tour, the family, and the newest album, the first after the long break the guys took to raise us children. Surprisingly, they pay just as much, if not more, attention to me. Asking everything from my stylist ( none, obviously), to my relationship with the other guys’ kids (my best friends), to my relationship with my dad (great). I answer most questions, keeping a smile plastered on my face the whole time. 

Finally we make it past the crowd into the restaurant, and Dad walks up to the host,“Can we get a table for two, preferably away from the door?”

“Of course sir,” the host responds, “ and we’ll do our best to keep the unwanted visitors outside and away from your table”

“Thank you” we both say gratefully.

We make it to a booth in the back corner,and drop into the seats, completely free of the paparazzi.

“So what’d you think?”

“Honestly,” i said, “It wasn’t horrible. They were kind of pushy and a little annoying but not bad”

“Yea,  you handled it like a champ! You kicked paparazzi butt out there, talking about how good of a Dad I am. Tomorrow’s magazines will probably read Pete Wentz:Father of the Year” he says excitedly.

“Or maybe it’ll say (Y/N) Wentz, Punk Princess” I respond grinning

“Either way, you killed it, and I’m proud” he says, high fiving me over the table.

“Thanks for letting me brave the crowd today”

“Hey it was never you I didn’t believe in, it’s those paparazzi that get a little too up close and personal sometimes.” he says smiling.

“Hey now don’t get all sentimental on me” I respond teasingly.

He grins and looks back over the menu. We both end up getting the same thing, as usual, and the food is so amazing I’m glad we still got to eat here.After the meal we walk around the mall, grabbing the last few things we need.As our day grows to an end, the dread I feel toward the upcoming tour that will take my Dad across the country, and away from us,  grows and grows until it’s the only thing I can think about. I walk through the parking lot toward the car glumly.

“What’s wrong, kiddo?” Dad asks as he bumped me with his shoulder, apparently noticing my sour mood.

“I’m just bummed that you’re leaving so soon, I’m gonna miss you,” I say, leaning my head on his shoulder.

“I know, I’m gonna miss you too kid, but hey, we might see each other sooner than you think” he says as he pulls open the door to the car and slides in.

“What do you mean?” I ask him, confused.“Well, this was supposed to be a surprise, but, I may or may not have convinced your mom to let you come on the rest of our tour with us, as soon as school gets out.”

 “Really?” I ask grinning, “ That’s amazing!”

“Hey the guys love you, and I don’t want to spend six months without my little girl, so on May 20th you’re flying out and joining us in California” He responds grinning.I push myself across the seat and tackle him into a hug, which he returns, laughing.We head home, now both extremely excited for the tour and for the summer.


The next day, we see a magazine that reads  “Pete and (Y/N) Wentz: The Dynamic Daddy-Daughter Duo”  above a picture of us laughing and talking to a reporter together, and a shot of us grinning and hugging in the car.

I buy a copy and hang the cover on my bedroom walls, right over the calendar that’s counting down the days to the best summer of my life.

I recently had the opportunity to ask Linda Preston (@55poppy55, @HairReign), Head Make Up Artist on Reign, a few questions.  She was too kind, and happily obliged, even with her busy shooting schedule!  What a gem!  She talks about her favorite products, how she developed the look for Reign, what’s to come for the show, and more! (Click the link for the entire interview.)

You’ve been a make up artist for a number of years, with many impressive credits.  How did you get into the industry and what advice could you give to an aspiring make up artist wanting to get into the TV & Film industry? I first went to Sheridan College to learn about fashion design, then went onto take a makeup course with George Abbott, a working makeup artist, From there I went on as many jobs as I could. I worked for little or no money for a number of years. I worked on Rock Videos, Short Films, Commercials. My advice to connect with a working makeup artist and try to learn as much as you can. Work with many different people, every person has a different approach and technique. Its important to have the right attitude, work hard, and love what you do. Treat each job as it is the most important job and do it to the best of your ability because to the actor/producer it is the most important job.

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Royally Screwed - Part Three

TITLE: Royally Screwed


AUTHOR: freudensteins-monster


GENRE: Smut, overwhelmed by fluffy feels.

FIC SUMMARY: Sigyn’s due date approaches and the pair are visited by a ghost from Loki’s past.


AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS: Follow up to Agony & Ecstasy. Apologies in advance for any and all inaccuracies, I know nothing of childbirth and did about five minutes of research.  Quite possibly my last Logyn fic, at least in this little saga.  Since writing that I have written yet another follow up. It will never fucking end. Hope you’ve enjoyed the ride. xoxox 


In the last few months of Sigyn’s pregnancy Loki had begun to feel even more protective and paranoid than usual, even going so far as to make up various excuses so that Sigyn would agree to stay home rather than venture out into the city. Loki couldn’t explain it but he felt as though they were being watched. Maybe local law enforcement had become aware of their possible involvement in the unusual assault that took place at Christmas, or worse yet the agency known as SHIELD. Loki sighed as he stared out the window, his mind drifting back to the alleyway and the looks on their would-be assailant’s faces as he took his Jotun form. It was foolish and stupid… but he could never deny Sigyn anything.

Speaking of, he thought glancing down the street, trying not to fixate on the red convertible that drove past for what Loki was convinced was the third time that month, Sigyn should really be home by now. He ignored the myriad of “what if” questions that plagued him, instead he used his magic to seek her out. Whilst Loki had become more paranoid in recent weeks, Sigyn had become more stubborn, refusing assistance and insisting she was still quite capable despite her delicate condition. That morning Loki had made a small concession, allowing Sigyn to walk to the nearby bakery by herself to pick up something to break their fast.  Loki smirked as he located her - she had indeed visited the bakery, and then the greengrocers, and then the “smoothie bar” to pick up one of those berry concoctions she had been craving these past few weeks.

A knock at the door pulled him from his post at the window. Setting his coffee down on the kitchen bench he cloaked himself in his standard glamour as he approached the door, gazing through the peephole, his eyes blown wide in shock. It couldn’t be…

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Day of a Lifetime

A/N: Okay, so this is my Secret Santa gift to samvvise. They said they like Ishimaru in a uniform and steamy makeouts, so I went with that. Sorry it wasn’t revolving around Christmas/the holiday season. I hope that this is okay.

Pairing: IshiMondo

Warning: Fluff, AU, guys kissing

Disclaimer: I don’t own Dangan Ronpa

Ishimaru’s heart was pounding loudly in his ears as he stared at himself in the mirror, hands pressing themselves against his uniform nervously. Today was the day: his first major interview that, if successful, would open doors for him to getting a position within the government. Ishimaru had dreamed of this moment for years. Ever since the disgrace that his grandfather had brought upon their family, Ishimaru knew that he needed to work towards pulling their family name out of the ground. And the first step at achieving that was working from the bottom up.

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Paper Airplanes

He folded his feelings like you would a paper airplane - sharply and precisely. After much deliberation on his part, he placed this airplane in the palm of his mind and gave it a gentle flick, a push, to make it go somewhere. 

To make it take flight.

In a way similar to thoughts and ideas, emotions are formed in the mind. Your brain is the center of everything, after all, even the concepts that are ‘all heart’. Once an emotion has begun to take shape, to form itself, it, much like the planted seed of an innovation, cannot be stopped. Once its wings have grown, there is no way to clip them - not easily.

Even then, Jinwoo wasn’t sure if he wanted to stop this feeling.

It scared him, that much he knew. The way he didn’t actually know anything about it. Jinwoo had lived nineteen years of his life believing that he knew, if not everything about his loved ones as well, everything about himself. 

This feeling, this thing that made his cheeks flush, his pulse race, his throat dry, and every goddamn stereotypical novel he had ever read come to life, was foreign. He should’ve hated it. Gotten it out of his system by lengthening his morning jogs, by sweating it out, by channeling it into his music, something. It wasn’t something he was familiar with, in his own body. 

He should’ve hated it, he really should’ve. It should have lapsed already. The feeling, his becoming increasingly antsy, him paying more attention to his looks than he already did. Jinwoo should have absolutely loathed feeling like a stranger in his own skin.

Should have, should have, should have.

The problem was, Jinwoo didn’t hate it. At all, actually. Sure, it made him feel sick to his stomach sometimes. Hell, there were days he didn’t need to wear blush because his face was just perpetually red. None of it, however, bothered him. 

Maybe it was because he never noticed these things about himself while you were around. 

A bit unfortunate, from an outside view, considering it was these times when he was the most red-faced and stuttering. 

It was after a particularly fateful meeting (he hadn’t meant to spill his drink all over your shirt, and then accidentally get too close to you when cleaning it up - he was convinced there was no way to ever apologize and clear everything up with you again) that caused him to realize that the butterflies in his stomach beat their wings faster whenever he neared you. After you had smiled uneasily and told him you had it, and walked away trying to clean yourself up, Jinwoo knew that he loved you.

When you waved at him and walked over to him, they got excited. Whenever you smiled at him, they flew around in crazed circles. When his name fell easily from your lips, Jinwoo swore they were practically in his throat.

And, of course, he had fucked it up royally by more or less feeling you up. Accidentally, yes, but it was still borderline groping.

When Jinwoo got back to the dorm after that horrific incident, he couldn’t sleep. 

Unfortunate, considering that they had an interview the next day, early in the morning.

Keeping his head up was difficult, and forcing his eyes to stay open was even harder. The interviewers were in no way boring, of course. It was just that with all of his leader responsibilities, idol duties, and, now, ‘emotional issues’, Park Jinwoo hadn’t caught a break in weeks.

“So, have any of you had any ‘special someones’ in the past?” 

Jinwoo’s head snapped up from his waking slumber, his eyes widening for half a second. Immediately he tried to go back to acting more or less normal, afraid that his (obvious) actions had been noticed.

It was to no avail.

“Wow! Judging by Jinwoo’s reaction, he’s had a few girlfriends, right?” The interviewer teased him. The individual in question blushed and cleared his throat.

“No, I haven’t. It was just…” He trailed off, scratching at the nape of his neck. There had only been you, and he had screwed that up. It wasn’t really worth talking about, if he had no chance with you.

“It was just…?” He was prompted, and he looked up at the interviewers, and then glanced at his members. Jinwoo sighed.

“It was just one girl, a pretty good friend of mine, and she’s really great. I didn’t realize how strongly I felt for her in time, though.” He gave a small smile.

“She got another boyfriend?”

“No, I kind of…” Jinwoo gave a sheepish, ashamed grin, much to the amusement of the other members.

“Ooh, hyung, what did you do?” Sanha laughed, earning a light smack upside the head from the leader. 

“I spilled a drink all over her by accident, and I went to wipe it up and I may have accidentally made her really uncomfortable.” Jinwoo chuckled, trying to play his embarrassment and slight hurt off. “I ruined my chance with her, pretty badly.”

“Did you ever try talking it out?” The question came from Moon Bin, behind him. Jinwoo turned around to look at him.

“Nah, she didn’t try calling me after or anything. Probably scared her off.” Jinwoo laughed again as the next question was read out. He gave an imperceptible sigh as Dongmin answered a question about how they were leaving for their world tour the next morning, the fact that you and him really may not work out settling around him like a dark cloud.

Just as the members’ airplane would soon, your ideas took flight after watching Astro’s latest interview. Thinking back to the encounter he was describing, you went red. It had been awkward, yes, but you had never been uncomfortable. You had just blushed because it was closer than you had ever been to Jinwoo.

You hadn’t realized Jinwoo had felt the same way toward you, and now the man who could very well be the love of your life was mere hours from leaving the country for four months. No contact, for four months. 

There were prettier girls than you, smarter girls than you, more talented girls than you on the planet, you thought. He could easily find somebody better while on tour.

You turned the tv off and stood up, shrugging on your jacket. It didn’t matter than you were still in your pajamas - there was no time to change. There was no way in hell you were letting Park Jinwoo get away from you again.

Origami wasn’t really your thing, but you could fold a nice enough paper plane. Quickly scribbling your feelings onto a piece of paper, you creased it into a fair enough looking plane, wrote your name on the wing, and set off towards Astro’s dorm. 

You reached it barely an hour before the boys were set to leave, but you could see their half-awake figures moving slowly through the windows.

Good - you hadn’t wanted to wake them up too early. 

Picking up a handful of pebbles, you lightly threw them at the window, praying that it was the four room and not the one Dongmin and Bin slept in. After a few tries, Minhyuk threw the window open.

“Whoever you are-” A pebble hit him squarely in the middle of the forehead. “Yah!” He shook his head and looked down, ready to give the perpetrator a piece of his mind. The moment he saw you, however, he sighed and shook his head, a small smile gracing his features. “Ah, it’s only you.”

You laughed and waved. Just as you were about to ask for Jinwoo, however, a familiar low voice from behind Minhyuk stopped you. 

“Why is the window open?” Jinwoo asked, his voice sleep laden. Before the other rapper could reply, the leader came to stand beside him and witness the disruption himself. At the sight of you, his eyes widened slightly. 

“Go help pack.” He directed his bandmate, giving him a small smile to reassure Minhyuk that all was okay. Once he was sure the two of you were alone, he looked down at you, a pink blush across his face.

For a second you lost your ability to speak - you hadn’t thought of what you were going to say. After a moment, however, you remembered the paper airplane in your pocket. 

“I-um…” You sighed. “Here.” Recreasing the airplane, you aimed and threw it into Jinwoo’s window. He caught it by the nose, looking confused. After staring at it for a second, he seemed to remember that it was you outside his window. He blushed beet red, again.

“Hey, about a few weeks ago, when I-”

“Don’t worry about it.” You smiled. “Just read my airplane, and have a safe flight, and call me or text me when you can, and send me pictures of your concerts and stuff, and, of course, have fun and be safe, yeah?” All of the words rushed out of you as your cheeks began to flame up. A small corner of Jinwoo’s mouth turned up as he began unfolding your plane.

His smile grew as he read through the note, until he was positively beaming. “Wait.” He said, grinning down at you.

Moments later Jinwoo was running down the steps of their dorm to meet you. After months of you both skirting around your emotions for each other, Jinwoo finally knew about your feelings.

As he wrapped his arms around you and pressed his lips to yours, you had a good grasp of his emotions, too.

dancing queen (or princess);

Show: The 100
Pairings: Clarke Griffin/Bellamy Blake
Words: 2,359
Timeline: Modern AU
Notes: singlefather!bellamy and danceteacher!clarke what more could you ask for? this isn’t edited i’m sorry friends but college is hard and i’ll do it later promise alright? (also the beautiful underbellamy told me she wanted to be tagged so here you go gorgeous)


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“Dad, I want to take dance lessons,” Cleo said as she stomped into the living room of the two bedroom apartment she and her father shared. The seven year old knew that if she slapped on a pouty face and wide eyes, she could get him to start researching for the best dance studio in the city.

And, it’s what he did. He spent hours after their dinners searching for the best of the best for his daughter before stumbling across the Ark Dance Academy.

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Dinner? (Part IV)

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: Language. Fluff. Mild Angst.

Word Count: 2369

Author’s Note: It’s a short ass chapter!! Forgive me please!! Based on a conversation with @pleasecallmecaptain​. FINALLY. PART 4 IS UP. I’M SORRY IM GARBAGE. PLEASE FORGIVE AND FORGET. This is NOT the end! PART 5 IS COMING. I SWEAR. Thank you to everyone who has liked and reblogged this fic, and helped this blog grow tremendously within the past month!!!! ALSO. DISCLAIMER BECAUSE I’VE NEVER BEEN TO A CON BEFORE SO IDK HOW ACCURATE ANY OF THIS IS.

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V |  Part VI/Epilogue

By the time you had finished getting ready, your underwear was dry. You slipped it on, opting to stay in Sebastian’s shirt. After finishing the leftover pizza, you, Sebastian and Hayley left for the convention centre.

When you arrived, there seemed to be some sort of commotion so you were all escorted into the centre through the back entrance. There was still some time left before the panel started so while Sebastian and Hayley left to join the cast, you wandered around backstage aimlessly, checking your Tumblr.

You were just mindlessly scrolling through your dashboard when suddenly something caught your eye.

Is that? Ohmygod. What? Is that? No way. How?

There, on your dash, was a picture of you and Seb leaving the centre together last night. You stared at it. You felt hot tears prickling the corners of your eyes. How would he react? What if he refutes it? Or what if he’s not ready to talk about the pair of you? What if, what if, what if?

You didn’t want someone to catch him off guard at the panel. He didn’t deserve that. You set of in search of him, nervously wringing your hands. You had no idea where he was but you had to try. You walked around backstage, frantically searching for Sebastian.

As you ran about the convention centre, you failed to notice the stares that people were giving you. Especially from those that were extreme fangirls of Sebastian’s. However, in your hurried state, you simply breezed past them, head swiveling left and right, eyes focused and snapping about. Every time you thought you saw someone who even remotely looked like Sebastian, your neck snapped around, eyes narrowing in before disappointment and frustration settled in as you realized you were mistaken.

You searched and searched but it was no use. You wouldn’t be able to warn Sebastian that someone had seen you two leave together. You didn’t know the extent of the reactions of Sebastian’s fans over the picture but if you had to guess, they would either be really supportive or hate your guts.

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[TRANS] Ryu Jun Yeol for Harper’s Bazaar China (May 2016 issue) - Part 2

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Source: Harper’s Bazaar China
Translated by Eyes On RYU | eyesonryu.tumblr.com
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Even if I have to try again 1000 times, I must stand up and shine.

Year 2016, Ryu Jun Yeol had to promote 3 movies at once, <Sori: Voice from the Heart> ,<No Tomorrow> and <Glory Day>. Everyone who sees him recently will congratulate him, and through <Reply 1988>, he has already become the new generation’s trendy man. “It is strange, but despite the difficulties I went through, I have never thought of giving up. I always think that I must achieve success so I work very hard.”

Because of his outstanding acting skills in <Socialphobia>, <Reply 1988> invited the not too famous Ryu Jun Yeol for auditions. This was his first time acting in a television drama so he doesn’t know what his role would be. After 3 interviews, he acted all the roles in the drama and stood out in the 100+ number of people who went for auditions. After he knew what his role was, he was shocked at that moment. “During my third round of auditions, Shin Wonho PD made me read all the young character’s dialogues and decided that I will act as Jung Hwan. I was very excited and may have said a hundred ‘thank you’s to him.”

His role in the drama was someone with a sense of humor, simple, and secretly sacrificing himself for others, and Junyeol acted it out naturally. People were captivated by this man who is not very good-looking. In many scenes, Junyeol used his exquisite and relaxing acting skills, acting like it was a love scene that happens in life regularly. “Although I was using my acting skills, in that scene, I will still blend into it and put my feelings in it. Acting is all about expressing feelings in order to captivate the audience.” He was embarrassed to admit that every time he read the script, he cried, as this was a story with human nature and is a warm topic.

Recently, Ryu Jun Yeol said when he got an award,”<Reply 1988> was able to attract so much love because in our lives, during the ‘80s, there were such warm things such as justice and till now it is still preserved. Please always remember this and use a warmer heart to look at the beautiful things, think of the good things and live the future with warmth.”

Even if he had not met <Reply 1988>, Ryu Jun Yeol’s life would not cower. He believes strongly in accumulation. “I have thought of going to 1000 auditions should be alright, who knows, maybe the chance comes when I’m preparing or waiting. If I really cannot make it, I will act seriously, continue to go for auditions, till the 1000th time.”

He shared that before filming <Reply 1988>, the director saw his yearning gaze and he wrote two words ‘Rough Gem’ on his palm without saying anything. It means 'the stone that hasn’t been polished.’ Ryu Jun Yeol then had mixed feelings. “The picture is on my instagram, but most people does not know where it came from. Actually, it was the director who wrote it on my palm. Those two words bear the director’s expectations about me, and to me, it also meant that I should work harder.”

I would like to live calmly.

After <Reply 1988>, his invitations (for dramas and movies) increased, at the start of 2016, Ryu Jun Yeol took part in reality show <Youth Over Flowers> where the shooting took place at South Africa. From there, he let others realize his all-rounded aura: full marks for perfect English, full marks for being considerate, full marks for shooting (photographs and videos) skills! It feels like you would want nothing but Junyeol in your life!

Early spring this year, Ryu Jun Yeol was cast in Director Im’s new movie <The King>, being one of the most important movies in his life, he told the curious us, “I’m acting as the hometown friend of Jo In Sung sunbae, resembling a criminal syndicate. Can’t imagine how I would be acting as a gangster right? Wait for the movie and watch it!”

Working with Korea’s treasures  Jo In Sung and Jung Woo Sung, Ryu Jun Yeol gained a lot. “In the past, I saw them on the screen but now that I’ve met them, I have a lot of thoughts and feelings, the feeling of working with them is great as they let me know what knowledge and attitude an actor should have.”

Actually, after chatting with Ryu Jun Yeol for an hour, although it is through a translator, we can still feel this natural, humorous, persistent and always improving spirit in this man. His charisma is slowly spreading,similar to Jung Hwan. However, he is not similar to Junghwan, if he meets someone like Deoksun in real life, he would never hold back. His determination in love shows the obvious difference between him and Junghwan.

Reaching 30 years old, he stepped into the golden time for actors, welcoming the best phase, Ryu Jun Yeol possesses a more gentle persona. “Appearing handsome is not the most important thing. The most important thing is whether you have the charisma to attract people, to me, it is being friendly, allowing people to put down their guards down, treating everyone naturally.”

[INTERVIEW] 10+Star January 2014: Teen Top Step Up

Eng trans: @oursupaluv
Source: http://myteentop0710.com/bbs/zboard.php?id=data&no=215
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The boys are dancing. Their smiles are filled with cheekiness but the young boys never look awkward. However, when they leave behind their children-like expressions, their fingertips and feet are filled with energy to set the stage on fire. Just like that, Teen Top debuted with the title of ‘Korea’s youngest idol group’ in 2010 with the average age of 16.3 years old with members C.A.P, Chunji, L.Joe, Niel, Ricky and Changjo. Since then, they’ve grown up; they’ve grown taller; they’ve become more talented; they’re much better. 1st January 2014 will mark the day when all the members will be in their 20s (Korean age) and Teen Top will spend their 5th year in the industry. They used to put on perfect ‘knife-like’ dance but now it seems like they have grown out of it as we see them moving more freely on stage.

2013 was a special year to them. They released their 1st full album ‘No.1’ after 2 years and 7 months and even held their first concert in Korea. Not to mention, their Europe tour in Germany, London, France and Spain and they even held multiple concerts in Japan showcasing their talent. They’ve been training hard since young but they never rushed things; they took it one step at a time. Showing constant growth and development, they’ve begun to receive love from many people. Never forgetting their first motivations in becoming singers, Teen Top is always thankful and is becoming even better. We have met up with these boys before 2014 begins.

Q: It seems like 2013 was a busy year for you guys. How was it for each of you?

Changjo: I learnt many lessons with the start of the Europe tour and the Asia Tour. I felt that I needed to work even harder.

Niel: I turned 20 (Korean age and legal age in Korea) so for the first time, I felt the burden of being an adult. I felt that I needed to mature and become even better. I needed to learn more and was determined to work even harder.

L.Joe: I think I was a much cooler person than I was last year (laughs). I want to become even cooler in 2014.

Ricky: We went overseas a lot this year; it was great meeting the fans there. It was really fun.

C.A.P: I feel that I’ve become more grown-up as compared to when I was 20. I really feel like an adult now.

Chunji: It was a year in which we let a lot of people learn about Teen Top. I hope more people will know about us in 2014.


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anonymous asked:

Hi! Can you please repeat the reasons why you think that FitzSimmons is save (from dying)?, because I'm reaaally freaking out over the promo and all the people listing exactly why it's proof that Fitz's the one to die :( I keep repeating to myself that they would never get rid if FS just like that, 'cause they are the heart of the show and all that, but with them finally being together and having some sense of completion on that front I can't help but being very scared for them both :(

Hi Anon!

All right folks consider this my grand master post of why neither of Fitzsimmons will be the Fallen Agent.   Why they are safe.  I have notes in here from others on the Crazy Theory Train who were with me in making the Great and Powerful Timeline, @jessiecrimefighter and @blake-wyatt

I know everyone is worried and upset.  The promo team did its job and freaked everyone out.  So now I’ll do mine!   

Here we go!

  • They’ve been in the background for 3b - no real character arcs or closure for Jemma’s guilt or Fitz’s insecurities. Person who dies will have been heavily featured and story drawing to an end. 
  • Since they got together in 17/18 we’ve only had glimpses of their relationship - hasn’t really been explored, still a lot of stuff unresolved, lot of potential for new storylines next season.
  • FS are not just a ship, they’re a pair, a duo. The show’s marketing has treated them like the one character since the beginning. Iain and Elizabeth always do interviews and promotional stuff together. ‘Fitzsimmons’ is a character, an element of the show in its own right. Killing one of them off doesn’t make any sense - as you loose them both.
    • Look how fast Fitz got Jemma back in A.
  • The show has gotten a lot of mileage out of the FS relationship, a lot of popular and critical acclaim for the actors and the storylines. It doesn’t make sense for the show to spend three seasons building that up, then to just kill one of them off. It doesn’t just kill Fitz or Jemma, it kills Fitzsimmons.
  • The character who was left behind wouldn’t ever be able to move on or end up with anyone else without the fandom rioting!   There wont’ be a fandom left.  
    • I for one WILL stop watching if either one of them dies.  I’ve stuck with a lot of shows after loosing major characters but here, no. because it makes no sense and it would be for pure shock value, nothing more.  
  • There is also the fact that Jed and Mo created Fitzsimmons, that they are based a little on their relationship and they have said that they’re very proud of their popularity, that FS are very special to them.
  • Also, there is Elizabeth being too damn happy in that FB video, talking about filming her favorite scene of the season, Iain smiling when she mentioned it, and Iain saying it was a nice story.
  • the EW journalist who said she spoke to the person who dies, but she didn’t interview Iain!   That day she interviewed Ming, Clark, Liz, Luke, and Chloe.   She has also quoted all of those people in two recent articles, not Henry or Iain.
  • If the writers had known early on that Iain wanted to leave (or that they would write his character off) they wouldn’t have added yet another roadblock to the fs relationship (Will). 
    • Every critic pretty much said that they were only trying to delay the blossoming of this romance but why delay it if they only get ONE season (heck not even half a season with them together)  to delve into it and explore the new dynamic? (see how lincoln and daisy on the other hand hit it off right at the start) 
  • They’ve been teasing fitz’s death all season long, and at this point I think they wanted to build a believable red herring for the finale 
  • In the promo he’s been seen with the necklace. again, a little too on the nose for agents of shield.  
  • Okay getting long so under the thing we go….

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