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.
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.
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~
A Canon Divergent set sometime in the future after Emma and Killian are married. A series of one-shots centering around a CS pregnancy. Pregnant -Emma’s POV - here, Pregnant - Killian’s POV - here, First Doctor’s Visit - Emma’s POV - here, First Doctor’s Visit- Killian’s POV - here, Heartbeat - Emma’s POV - here, Heartbeat - Killian’s POV - here ; First Movement - here; Ultrasound - here.
Killian looked out the window, watching his Swan climb into that yellow contraption she liked and drive off down the road. Sighing at her stubbornness, he turned to the kitchen where Henry was finishing his usual morning Pop-Tarts, “You need anything else, lad?"
"She okay?” he asked instead.
“Aye lad, she’s fine. Just being Emma."
"Stubborn, you mean?"
Killian laughed, "That she is, but I was thinking more along the lines of ‘savior’ Emma. The Emma who doesn’t like to burden others with what she perceives as a problem.”
Henry sat there a minute contemplating what had been said and finally as if accepting there was nothing he could do, cleaned up his plate and ran upstairs to get his things for school.
Killian wiped down the table, grabbed his jacket and walked the lad to the bus stop. “See you after school,” he called as Henry climbed on.
As the bus drove around the bend, Killian felt a vibration in his pocket and pulling out his phone, was surprised to see Emma’s mother’s picture flashing on the screen. “Milady, is there trouble?”
“No, Killian, nothing like that. I just wanted to tell you what happened with Emma as she just left Granny’s."
"How was her appetite today? Lately, it’s been hit or miss, with days where she eats well and then turns a pale shade of green and dashes off to the lavatory.”
Scandal Review 6.02- 'Careful What You Wish For, Love.'
Oh this episode will go down as one of my favorites for many, many, many reasons that I will explain later. I decided to do this review different only do to this episode being filled with such goodness nearly every scene. This is a complete scandal episode review from every scene that I loved.
We start this episode off at the Republican National Convention where Mellie is giving her speech about women having a seat at the table that was once exclusive for men only. The speech makes an impression on everyone but more so Marcus who is moved to tears by Mellie’s speech….* sips tea* Marcus looking at Mellie the same way Olivia looked at Fitz when he publicly declared:
-Uh, I miss my babies when their only troubles was that he was the President.
Mellie celebrates her victory and thanks everyone for all their help but as Olivia is barking orders, Marcus isn’t paying her any attention but instead Marcus lingers around and whispers in Mellie’s ear “told you so." A spark is ignited and Olivia caught it right away warning Mellie once Marcus left.
"Mellie be careful with Marcus, I see the way he looks at you.”
Mellie is excited about Marcus better yet anyone looking at her that she’s blushing and wanting to know in detail just how he’s looking at her but Olivia nips that quickly reprimanding Mellie.
“Senator, he’s young, he admires you, he works for you. Don’t.”
It’s the “Senator” that gets me. As we all know when Olivia is looking to distant personal life from professional life she will constantly redirect by using their title “Governor Grant, Mr. President, Attorney General, etc.” Mellie is know different.
Olivia is watching her life being played out right in front of her with Mellie and Marcus and the sight is unnerving for many reasons which is why she tells Mellie to leave Marcus alone. Because Olivia too was young and she admired and fell in love with the President that she worked for. Olivia has seen this story but this time she wants a different ending.
There is a flashback to the night of President Elect Vargas murder which actually gives good details once you’ve seen the episode.
Once again Olivia is back at the White House trying to get Fitz to investigate Cyrus for being at fault for killing Vargas but the entire time Olivia is rambling and arguing with David and Abby he’s just sitting their watching her cause he knows baby girl is on a witch hunt and it’s just best to let Olivia get her crazy out, but she doesn’t let up when Fitz told her he already had the FBI look into it causing Olivia to refer to them as “scrubs”
Now, who is in the FBI and what has the FBI done to Olivia to make her recoil and through such shady shade. And just like that we find out when Broad/Emily walks in with her natural hair and melatonin popping.
DAMN! The look Olivia gave Fitz when she heard broad’s voice… oh shit! Now, I am more curious as to whether Olivia has ever discussed “Angela” with Fitz cause the look she gave Fitz seems to tell me that Fitz might be aware of their past and oh do believe these two successful black women have a past. But Broad walks in throwing equal shade at Olivia and not giving a shit that the President is in the room, but Olivia once again “attempting” to separate her personal life from her professional calls the Broad “Ms.Webster.” but she just responds with “Olivia”
Now, this woman hasn’t been in the damn oval for a hot minute and her ass is throwing some serious shade, she needs check herself before Olivia Fucks her up. Olivia mockingly tells Angela that she means no offense “obviously” but ole broad ain’t with that fakeness and calls Olivia out.
If looks could kill, this girl would be eight feet under and Olivia would still be bashing her with a chair until she was another six feet more. I know she has dealt with Olivia before but she hasn’t dealt with this Olivia- this Olivia is a b613 thug, she killed the Vice President. The tension in the room is felt by everyone but Fitz moves past is, asking Angela who is the director of the FBI have they found any substantial evidence pointing at Cyrus and the SECOND she moves closer to Fitz, Olivia subtly blocks her path to him. Sorry, Ma’am thats as close as you will be getting to my boo boo.
YESS! I love a petty and jealous Olivia. Angela/ Emily/ broad just doesn’t know how crazy and low Olivia will stoop when she feels someone is trying to take something or someone that belongs to her. But, wait a minute…I thought she was over Fitz. Anyways, Olivia and Fitz are arguing in front of everybody and I have this distinct feeling that Olivia relished having Angela in the audience with a front row seat at the ‘Olitz Chronicles’ but I caught Angela’s eye pop out when Fitz mention the house in the woods blowing up… uh oh, besides Olivia and Fitz’s entanglement it seems Angela is connecting the dots quickly. Fitz moves in very close to Olivia and tells her that the election is over and that she needs to let it go. Olivia is down right appalled that Fitz is letting this go but Abby knows this won’t stop Olivia if anything it will encourage her to keep going which she tells Fitz who orders her to get him a confession so that they can move on because Vargas funeral os tomorrow.
Olivia isn’t ready to move on and she most certainly will not back down. The question I have for Olivia is what are you fighting for- are you fighting for your life that you desperately want back or are you fighting for power or maybe both. I think time will answer this question for us.
Ex- Lady gang
My, my, my these two have gotten close and I mean like best friend kind of close with both of them bashing their same ex husband. Olivia and Mellie are on the phone talking about that bastard Fitz who’s giving Cyrus the oval. Olivia has found a companion in Mellie where they bash the men they love and share a glass of wine but Mellie doesn’t let it take first place in her life because when Fitz said Teddy was asking for her, she stopped what she was doing and went to see her son.
Sike! It wasn’t Teddy but Fitz tricking Mellie and Cyrus, telling them to come up with a plan save America. Boy, I love me some Presidential Fitz. Cyrus tells Mellie to become his Vice President but Mellie goes on her tirade about being “equipped” and that she’s “experienced” ….Mellie needs to go to sleep with all that foolish cause she is not qualified nor was she a suitable candidate either with her 1.2 months of governmental experience…Mellie, kick rocks! Cyrus tells Mellie that he’s innocent this time and that’s he’s not the bad guy in this situation; Olivia is. But Mellie isn’t with that and turns down Cyrus rejection cause she knows Olivia is the good guy and she already paid her members fee to the group.
Mellie and Marcus
Abby summons Jake and the first thing he brings up is that he 'hears’ Olivia is on a war path for the body in the cabin… hoe, how you know this. Abby being a big red dog wants this case closed down so she hires joke to handle it for her. Because she knows Jake doesn’t want Mellie to win. Ugh, Abby. I thought you learned by now not to cross Olivia and then you help the command fam by getting a written confession by the hands of Jake. I see you Abby and I am not impressed with this constant need to flex your power because you know in a matter of months you will be once again powerless.
Marcus catches Mellie in the White House and runs to see if she’s okay. Wow. We get it Shonda, Mellie and Marcus are paralleling Olivia and Fitz’s relationship. How Fitz would run to Olivia to see if she was okay and that he missed her. (2X08) Mellie tells Marcus not to pretend that he cares for her when he is just like every man she has ever loved, they never chose her. Now, Mellie is right though. Fitz never chose Mellie and Andrew most certainly didn’t either so when it comes to the love department Mellie is constantly looking for someone who will love her and choose her. To be honest, I actually feel and understand because Mellie is like all of us looking and wanting a love that can be life changing so I understand her quest for something real when all her life she has believed that pretending is real.
Olivia needing the footage and information from the FBI decides to have dinner with her old school nemesis Ms. Webster. The two congratulate one another on being mature adults now…* sips tea* yeah these two probably went to school together and constantly competed against each other. Olivia and Angela bond and share stories about what it means to be a successful and powerful black women and for that I salute Shonda and I also agree with their relationship as it is a constant in most black Women’s lives. Instead of us seeing another black women as our sister or ally we see them as our enemy whose trying to take something from us. Yas, Shonda ; I see you and I hear you, sistah.
Olivia makes a simple comment about the President being lucky to have her and much to her surprise, Angela immediately starts blushing causing Olivia’s head to jump up and look at her with a pointed expression. Olivia doesn’t keep this knowledge to herself but quickly exclaims “oh” because she’s at a lost that Angela has a thing for her man. Angela down plays her attraction for Fitz saying “she would never, they go way back.” And all Olivia can do is chuckle because she knows Angela and knows that Angela is after her man after all he is “attractive, magnetic, charismatic.” You know what, for a guy Olivia doesn’t love and is completely over she used quiet a bit of adjectives to describe Fitz, and Angela agreed that Fitz is all those things but she would never do that to Olivia. And for the first time since the dinner Olivia lets out a sigh of relief that Angela isn’t after Fitz with an eased “okay” but then Angela said “unless you give me the green light”
Can we take a moment to appreciate the gift that is a petty and jealous Olivia Pope. She is the gift that just keeps on giving. Broad is playing with fire and she wants Olivia to give her the green light so she could date her ex boyfriend who just so happens to be the most powerful man in the world and the same man Olivia is still very much hung up on… Olivia ain’t going to give you no green light so you can walk away with her prize, nope. Olivia is going to you a black eye instead of a green light; ok Ms. Thang. I love this entire dialogue and undertone of this scene because it says so much without giving much away. Angela, asked Olivia if she has feelings for him or anything but instead of answering Olivia agrees that Angela should ask Fitz out, especially “if he says yes, then of course.” Olivia being extra shady and petty with that jab because Olivia doesn’t think Fitz would go out on a date with Angela. I’m not sure why Olivia would think that Fitz would declining Angela’s offer, maybe Fitz is aware of their past or maybe she feels that Fitz isn’t into black women but either way Olivia does a good job at pretending and selling Fitz to Angela a with plastered fake “great” smile.
What the hell is Olivia doing. Olivia is playing with fire, she came to this dinner hoping to get something out of it and she did but she never counted on Angela getting something in return. Instead of walking away from the dinner feeling victorious, you can see Olivia regretting her decision to have dinner in the first place because nothing is going as she planned and hoped for. Makes you wonder why the hell this is all for. Be careful what you wish for, Olivia. Olivia is thinking she is handling and shutting down this case but the only thing she is doing is opening the door for more people to enter. Man, I am completely happy and pleased with Angela’s involvement in this storyline cause Olivia needs to gain some perspective.
I love the contrast between Angela and Olivia. Angela is wearing black and white. Olivia is wearing all black. And my friend Jane mentioned Angela drinks white wine and Olivia drinks red. Completely opposite people with similar goals and wants. I am here for this development.
Abby is really flexing that power with her red jacket, she sitting in the chair at the FBI like she’s running the place, and well… she is. Abby was able to stop the director of the FBI from entering the interrogation room. SHIT. Talk about a blow to the ego and the gut. Nothing shocking but Jake walks out with a signed confession. Yawns. Fast Forward. Cause ain’t nothing scary about labia lips.
Louise has finally joined Thelma at their headquarters where Olivia is finally able to have a glass of wine with her friend but Olivia isn’t really into drinking right now nor is she interested in talking about election. Their are more pressing matters to discuss like how Broad is trying to get into their gang and steal their prized boo. I love that it is clearly troubling Olivia that Angela is wanting to make an attempt at Fitz. Now, Let’s be clear. Fitz is the only man that Olivia has ever truly chosen and loved without being influenced by outside forces. Olivia and Olivia only choose Fitz. This moment is distressing for Olivia considering that Angela is equally accomplished and beautiful and worse of all she very well might have it all if she gets Fitz. But before Olivia could even begin to talk here comes meek David.
Shonda is testing me. Why is she bringing David’s ass to OPA to ruin what would have been an excellent moment for Olivia to talk about her feelings and the past. Sigh. David comes to OPA crying about the republic, blah, blah, blah.
Olivia goes to the White House to see Fitz but Big Red has that door locked and she’s not for Olivia coming in and killing her vibe. And actually uses Olivia’s own words against her.
Marlie and Me
Mellie calls Marcus and tells him about Cyrus wanting her to be his VP and basically asking for advice on what to do. Once again we get the parrels to Olivia and Fitz’s relationship and their dynamic, even to this day Fitz still wants Olivia’s help, he even asked Olivia what to do with the presidency which he threw in her face- not cool by the way but still these two people have such a foundation with one another that it’s almost second nature to seek their counsel. Before hanging up, Marcus tells Mellie that he would choose her but she just has to choose him. Aww.But still. Fast Forward.
We flash back to the campaign and the Ex-lady gang is sitting on the couch plotting together until Olivia looks at Mellie’s blissful gaze and she knows what better yet who Mellie has done because their was a time when Olivia too had that same look. Mellie describes her moment with Marcus as a catharsis, how she’s been reborn under his magical touch because she sees now how beautiful and bright life is after living in the dark for so long. Mellie is a believer. And the thing she believes in, is love.
There is no mistaking how the screen pans to Olivia’s saddened face at the mention of love. Love is the one thing Olivia wants desperately yet she denies herself the privileged of knowing what love feels like. Instead of relishing in the warmth of love, Olivia feels compelled to run from it and go back to safety and anonymity of the dark. Mellie, tells Olivia that she has gone so long without love that she misses it. And it’s painfully clear that Olivia too misses the comfort familiarity of love. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. When Olivia finally decided to embrace her relationship with Fitz and to feel the warmth of his love on her skin, it changed her. So when Mellie asked Olivia.
“Is this what you felt with Fitz? Because if it is. I understand. You should have It. I should have it. Everybody should have it. It’s happiness. I’m happy”
This statement is completely underrated. Mellie is telling Olivia that if she loved Fitz then she should never deprieve herself of the fulfillment that comes with love. The heart hungers for affection and as humans we suffer enough as it is, why must we add to our suffering when we can be happy. For years Mellie has degraded and cheapened Olivia and FItz’s love often referencing to it as tawdry affair but now Mellie is able to sympathize with Olivia in a way she never has before. She sees now. Mellie has now given Olivia her blessings to be with Fitz if he makes her happy. The beauty of this dialougue is that Mellie doesn’t shy away from love but she welcomes it with open arms, open legs and with an open mouth. Mellie is in love and she’s not afraid of it which is the exact opposite of Olivia who had love but ran from it. Olivia tells Mellie she’s happy for her but the look in her eyes tells a different story.
Olivia has lost too much and she can’t bear to lose her closest friend now. Everyone is growing up and moving on with their lives except Olivia. Mellie’s bad habits mirrored Olivia’s where Olivia felt half way decent about herself because Mellie never required her to look at herself in the mirror and fix herself but now with Mellie seeing baby Jesus and the light, Olivia would be losing her too which would leave Olivia completely and totally alone. The idea isn’t pleasing to Olivia and so she does what she does best, she fixes the problem. She plants a story in Mellie’s head about Marcus using her to advance his career and that he has been in scandals, etc. But Mellie doesn’t fall for the bait, she’s seen the light.
Abby needing to one up Olivia and keep her power goes to Mellie’s office and tells her that the reason Marcus got the job at the White House was because Olivia wanted to break them up. They flash back to the campaign, Olivia tells Abby that she needs for her to give Marcus a job because he has something going on with Mellie and she can tell that it is more than just a fling. Abby remarks that Olivia wants her to break them up the same way she broke up her and David. Yes. Abby! Someone needs to remind Olivia that she is playing with peoples lives and relationships and she doesn’t get to say who stays together and who breaks up just because she wasn’t brave enough to fight for her own relationship.
Upset and rightfully so, Mellie walks up to Olivia’s apartment and ask her if she gave Marcus the Press Secretary job and Olivia’s response was all Mellie needed to know. She’s completely shocked that Olivia would stoop this low, especially after everything they have been through. Mellie can’t believe that Olivia is the one person that has successfully destroyed every relationship that she has ever had. Mellie asked the question we are all dying to know “why are you doing this?” “What is wrong with You?” The answer is quite complex; Olivia destroyed Mellie and Marcus’s relationship because misery loves company and Mellie leaving her would require Olivia to look at herself and her actions , and that is not something Olivia wishes to do. But also I think when Olivia looks at Mellie and Marcus she sees her and Fitz and what they were like when they first met and fell in love. Olivia was trying to change history and erase her memories of her and Fitz had someone interfered with their relationship and broke them up. Like Olivia said in 5X03:
“If I never laid eyes on him then I wouldn’t have fallen in love and he wouldn’t have fallen in love. That may have made for two more lonely people in the world, but also a lot less pain and heart ache…is the coming of two people worth all this destruction, all this attention. If it was a choice who would choose this kind of love. So I wish we never met. But we did. And I tried and failed and tried again and failed, to hide, to stop loving him but I couldn’t, I was weak.- Olivia Pope
Part of me feels like Olivia was trying to see through Mellie what life would have been like had she stuck to her plan and not been weak and fallen in love. Olivia probably feels she was sparing Mellie the pain but the thing about it is, that Mellie wants to feel and she’s not afraid of it but welcomes the sensation. Rowan controls Olivia’s relationship but that doesn’t give Olivia the right to control everyone else’s. Olivia echoes commands words when making her point about how Marcus would have caused a scandal and is a political nightmare but more than that; Mellie doesn’t get to have both.
You get to be powerful, you get to change the world. You don’t get to be vulnerable, or weak, or compromised in any way, by any one. You said you wanted the oval, Mellie, and it was my job to get it for you. There are sacrifices.
Mellie doesn’t get to have love, and be 'weak, vulnerable and compromised. Mellie gets to be 'powerful, and change the world.’ Mellie can’t have both and she can’t see that, the same way Olivia couldn’t either so Olivia made a call to steer them in the right direction. Granted, this is Olivia’s own feelings about the impossibility of having it all. Mellie rightfully pissed off tells Olivia that she’s going to take Cyrus’s offer to be Vice President now that they are over and wishes Olivia good luck getting back into the White House, because without Mellie, Olivia is all alone.
Now that’s what I call a read. Ironic, that Olivia tried desepareatly to keep Mellie and she still ended up leaving her. Olivia’s nightmare came true she’s all alone now with no choice but to look at herself.
Dejected and depleted Olivia goes to OPA where she tells Quinn and Huck to wrap up this case because they no longer have a candidate. This conversation quickly turns to Quinn’s looming engagement where Olivia very obviously projects and stresses to Quinn that she should get married because:
"He somehow loves you and you somehow love him. And you’re looking for excuses because you are scared. What is stopping you from accepting something some people never have? What? Share. your. life. because you’re not tethered to power, because you live below the radar, because you are free from it, because you can. You are being offered normal, maybe even happy.The fact that you are questioning whether you should take them , frankly is annoying… Live, you get to live and love and be happy. Do you know what some people would give for it.”
Quinn concedes and Olivia feels slightly better now that she has steered Quinn in the right direction.
The scene picks up with Frank Vargas funeral. Touching scene with Marvin singing in the back how the good die young, fitting scene but a somber one considering Frankie would have down this fictional realm some good.
Mellie walks into Oval but is stopped by Charlotte saying that President Grant is in a meeting . Both Mellie and Olivia are adjusting to having boundaries in the White House that they both once ruled. Mellie walks into the oval and waits for Marcus to show up and he does but Mellie isn’t there.
Instead Mellie returns to Olivia and ask Olivia “did it hurt this bad when you left Fitz?” After a long pause Olivia finally answers “yes” handing Mellie a glass of red wine. The two sit down on the sofa but Mellie is looking at Olivia and you can tell that she knows something is wrong with Olivia but once again we are interrupted with Huck this time.
Here’s the thing. Mellie and Marcus are not Olivia and Fitz, not even close. But for years Mellie has wanted answers, as to why her white, successful, powerful husband would chose a black women over her. Mellie has tried to make sense of their relationship and has asked Fitz before what it felt like to be so hot for someone that you could barely breath. Mellie has cheapened their relationship every chance she got but it’s only now after experiencing something that feels real with Marcus that she sympathizes for olitz and their forbidden quest of being together. Finally, Mellie understands why once you go black you never go back. So throughout the episode, Mellie would asked Olivia, is this what she felt because she needs confirmation that if she feels this way for Marcus then she can only imagine what Olivia felt for Fitz. Mellie is desperate for love and honestly I want her to have it because like she said, everyone deserves it.
Olivia spots Fitz on the Truman Balcony and with a deep breath she walks out to face him, only this time he’s not alone.
Fitz has taken Broad to the Truman Balcony where Olivia declared her love for him. This sacred monument has been tarnished, and Olivia feels the weight of this betrayal though it isn’t really.
I can’t . This hurts my heart and though I enjoy watching Olivia squirm and hear the ticking of the clock. This has to be a mighty fall and bruise to her ego especially when she told Angela to “go for it” if he says yes. Olivia, never expected Fitz to actually say yes. Granted, we don’t’ why Angela is there but from the looks of It, Fitz and Angela are looking pretty close. When Olivia saw them together I love that Olivia pulls her cape tighter around her chest in hopes of shielding herself from the visceral stab to her heart at the sight of the man she loves moving on with his life without her. And I peeped those dark green purse and gloves, Olivia is rocking with that envious face.
Olivia is mad as hell and disgusted by what she just saw. Olivia is literally seething with such hidden jealously and anger. Olivia Pope is ticking. And when she turned her eyes on Angela, boy oh boy. Angela, please believe me when I tell you that you are in danger. If Angela thinks Olivia is going to step aside and let her walk away with the only man she has ever loved then she has another thing coming. Better yet the fact that Olivia has access to Fitz’s private chambers and is allowed to come and go as she pleases should speak volumes. When it comes to Fitzgerald Grant, Olivia Pope will always find her way to get close to him somehow. Watch out people, Olivia is out and she’s not going to be backing down.
The video Olivia hands Fitz, is of Frankie yelling at Cyrus and vowing that he would remove him from his ticket and that over his dead body will he allow Cyrus to be his Vice President. Now, this evidence still yet to be proven and I’m still not sold on Cyrus being the murderer but the play on words. Yikes.
After showing the video, Olivia gives Abby a knowing look. Yup, bow down big red cause Olivia Pope took you back to school. Olivia moves rather close to Fitz and asked him almost intimately whether they should call the Justice Department now, which causes Fitz to bark at Abby to call David.
Olivia after successfully stopping Angela’s groove and having Fitz make Abby call the Attorney General to look into Cyrus as being a suspect.
She’s back bitches, and she came to slay.
Olivia Pope is getting into formation.
This episode exceeded my expectations tremendously, less plot and more character driven narratives are always my preference and this episode delivered on so many levels. BRAVO. BRAVO.
- and don’t think I didn’t peep olé dad on Olivia’s coffee table smiling at his 'ultimate predator’. You really are Rowan’s child, Olivia. Do better.
-ready to get the backstory on Olivia and Angela’s relationship, and watching Olivia foil Angela’s plan.
-Me calling Angela ‘Emily’ is because of a story I’m writing that takes place in season 6 so you’ll hear that name from time to time for my own joy in pissing people off.
-But can we salute Olivia on this continued growth because she is seeing the error of her ways, and is trying to get her life back. She’s doing everything she can but I don’t believe Olivia has contemplated what life would be like post-Fitz.
Time is ticking. And just like Olivia and Fitz; Mellie and Marcus are far from over and I enjoy their relationship as it seems to correlate with Olivia’s own with Fitz.
Awesome episode, for me a thousand times better than the season premiere.
Can I have a request for Jacksepticeye x fem!reader and it be romantic. Where Sean is jealous of readers date and somehow these two lines are said “Why are you so jealous?” And “Don’t you realize that I’m falling in love with you?” And can there be a kiss involved? Thanks!
Warnings: language, awkward pushy guy who isn’t Sean, nothing major.
When it all started, Sean wasn’t completely sure. He met you through a mutual friend, and eventually the two of you bonded and hung out in your spare time. There were moments when Sean felt an attraction towards you, like the time you uploaded your first song cover to YouTube, and once again when you barged into his house while he was sick just to make him pancakes. Little things tugged at Sean, and a thought in the back of his mind asked, “What if?” But, no matter how many times he smiled at your happiness or broke when you cried, you hadn’t picked up on anything.
“I’m literally getting on my car, Charlie. I’m coming.” Adam rolled his eyes as he opened the car’s door and got inside. He hung up the phone, throwing it in the passenger’s seat with a sigh. Why did Charlie have to make him leave the house and put his track on hold for a meeting?
He drove through the streets, glad there wasn’t much traffic. The faster he got there, the faster he could leave.
He stopped at a red light, getting his phone so he could check on something while he waited for it to turn green. Once it did, he went ahead and in the moment right in the middle of the road, a car hit him full speed. He felt everything spinning around him, his mind no longer cooperating with him, he felt frozen. Hitting his head, he blacked out, waking into unconsciousness. Everything was black.
Taylor was just flipping channels when his name came on. She rolled her eyes, figuring it was probably nothing and there the images started rolling in. His car was wrecked. A wave of panic rushed to her hearing that he was rushed to the hospital. Was he okay? Of course not, he’s in the hospital but it could just be to get a check up, nothing major. But with his car looking like it was, the car she had been in many times, there was no way he was okay.
She had to remind herself that she wasn’t close to him anymore, that she couldn’t just jump in the car and walk into the hospital to know if he was okay so she decided to wait. But it the worry that had settled into her brain was taking over and she couldn’t even think about anything else. He had to be okay. She hated to admit that she cared about him but she did. You can’t love someone so deeply and not care about them even after they hurt you.
It was now two in the morning and she was wide awake, sitting up in bed, phone in her hand, desperately trying to know if there was more information about the accident. It wasn’t doing any good, she had a flight early in the morning, back to Nashville.
She got out of bed, taking a few deep breaths because her mind was going into an endless spiral and she needed it to stop. She needed it to stop because the possibility of him being hurt badly or worse…that was terrifying. Utterly terrifying.
It was four in the morning when she decided to call Adam’s phone and it rang about four times before the call was taken. But it wasn’t Adam on the phone. It was Charlie making her even more worried.
“Tay!” Charlie breathed out. “You know about it?”
“The accident? Yeah it’s all over the news. How is he? Is he okay? Is he hurt.” She fired her questions, albeit afraid of the answers.
“It’s bad, Tay. I’m trying to get hold of his parents and friends but I don’t know, I…I can’t…it’s all my fault. I made him come to the meeting. It’s my fault.” Charlie rambled, emotion thick in his voice.
“Charlie, you’re not making any sense! Calm down and tell me what happened!” Taylor raised her voice slightly.
“He’s unconscious. They say he hit his head. He was on his way over to a meeting I made him come to and some crazy ass dude just went pass a red light and hit his car pretty bad. They say he broke his leg but his head is the worst.” Charlie told her and she shut her eyes taking a deep breath.
“It’s not your fault, do you hear me? It’s the other guy’s, okay? Charlie, I need you to calm down so you can call Pam and David. Or maybe call Sophie.” She said to him, trying to stay calm. From the way Charlie sounded, she knew it really was as he said, bad.
“I know you guys broke up and all that but can you call Adam’s parents?”
“Charlie,” she sighed. “I’m not sure I can do that. Either way, I’m leaving tomorrow, well today. I was just worried about him.” She but her lip, running a hand through her hair. If she was being honest, she just had to make a call and cancel the flight. She had nothing having to do with work for a few days and the thought of having to call Adam’s parents, especially his mother who had been so lovely and kind to her after her and Adam had broken up made her the least bit uncomfortable because she knew they’d fly over and she would cancel the flight and she’d go to hospital and she’d be with them and more importantly, with him.
“Okay.” Charlie frowned. “I’ll promise I’ll call you if there’s any news.”
“Thank you, Charlie.”
Despite her efforts to stop herself, she cancelled the flight and stayed in LA. In case anything happened, she’d be close and although she didn’t really want to face it, she was concerned.
Charlie had stayed in the hospital the whole night, waiting for Adam to wake up and the doctors had told him it wouldn’t take long. They had also told him that there was a possibility of memory loss which worried him a bit but at least he was out of danger.
Sitting on the chair next to Adam’s bed, Charlie noticed him move his finger making him jump off his seat.
“Adam?” He called out carefully. Then pushed the button to call the nurse.
After a few basic questions, like his name, age, date of birth they left him alone with Charlie.
“My head feels like it’s about to blow.” Adam mumbled, trying to sit up.
“You me scared there, mate.” Charlie chuckled softly and watched as Adam shut his eyes sighing. Then after a second, his eyes shot open and he looked around the room.
“Charlie, was Taylor with me? Where is she? Is she alright?” Charlie’s eyes widened at his question.
“She wasn’t with you. Why would Taylor be here?” He questioned, confused.
“Because she’s my girlfriend, Charlie and I almost died, she’d be worried.” Adam explained and Charlie stood frozen for a second, not really knowing what to say.
“Right, yeah. I’m just gonna go have a word with the doctor okay.” He nodded his head, walking towards the door.
Memory loss. He had no recollection of the last six months. So no break up, no fighting, no online outburst. All gone from his memory. So in his mind, Taylor was his girlfriend and they were happily in love which would be hard to break it down to him so Charlie didn’t know better than to call Taylor.
“Hi, any news? Is he alright?”
“Good news is he’s awake.” Charlie told her.
“Thank god, that’s great.” Taylor breathed out a sigh of relief then quickly realized there was something else. “Okay, what’s the bad news?” She gulped.
“I…” Charlie cleared his throat. He was afraid of what her reaction would be. “He doesn’t remember anything that happened in the last six months.”
“The last six months? You mean…” she gasped. “He doesn’t remember…”
“Your break up, yeah he doesn’t.” The silence on the other side of the line worried Charlie. Obviously this would be a complicated situation. After all Taylor and Adam had gone through, how the mistakes they had made had become almost irreparable, this would be hard. “Taylor, say something, please.” Charlie murmured.
“You need to tell him.” She snapped. “You need to tell him what happened. I don’t care.”
“It’s gonna break him.” Charlie warned.
“It doesn’t matter. It’s the truth. It’s reality.” She sighed.
“I think it’s better if you’re the one to tell him.” Charlie said.
“What why?” She questioned.
“Because you were there. You know what happened, I don’t. Adam doesn’t really open up about that time. He didn’t say much when I asked about it.”
“This is great. Just great. I haven’t seen him in months, Charlie. Months. Do you know how hard this is for me?” She sighed. She could feel herself overthinking it. It would be the first time she saw him ever since they broke up and she’d see the man she loved, not the one she had left but the one she fell for.
“Taylor, please, I can’t do it. I don’t know how. You have a way with words, you can make it easier on him. I just…please.” Charlie begged her.
“I’ll do it.” She decided. “But I’m not sugar coating it, okay? I’m telling him the whole story. I know it’s going to hurt him but I can’t do it any other way.”
She entered the hospital, the nervous feeling becoming bigger by the second as she knew she was a second closer to be face to face with Adam. She walked up to the reception.
“I’m looking for Adam Wiles?” She spoke gently with a smile.
“Name.” The lady behind the desk asked, busy with whatever she was doing on the computer.
“Taylor Swift.” She told her quietly not wanting to attract attention. The lady looked up from her computer, her eyes going wide.
“Oh hi! It’s you, wow!” The woman chuckled.
“Yes,” she looked at the woman’s tag, reading it. “Jessica. His room?”
“His friend warned us you’d be coming. He’s in room 105.” She smiled.
“Thank you.” She nodded.
As she entered the elevator with people with nervous looks on their faces, much like hers. She started thinking about the reasons these people were here. Births, sickness, visiting people. She wondered the reason for their nervousness, wondered if it was anything like hers. Then her mind travelled to Adam. She had been preparing her speech all the way to the hospital. She’d tell him why things went wrong what she felt on her end and what he had told her on a very long conversation after all the mess, what he had felt. She’d tell him about how they both screwed up, what lead to them breaking up in the first place and why she left.
She saw Charlie standing by the door on his phone. She called out his name and he looked up, smiling. Giving him a hug, she opted for asking how he was instead of going straight for the Adam topic.
“I’m good.” Charlie answered. “You?”
“I’m okay, I think. I’m not sure how I feel right now.” She sighed and Charlie bit his lip.
“I’m sorry.” He mumbled. “I know it’s hard for you. It’s just that none of us really understand what went down and you can tell him everything.”
“I know.” She nodded. “Should I go in?” Taylor questioned, staring straight at Adam’s room in front of her as she took a deep breath.
“Might as well get it over with.” Taylor shrugged.
She opened the door slowly, admittedly scared of what she would be faced with. He was there, sitting up in bed, looking a little beat up but not too much. His lips spread into a huge grin that took over his face.
“Babe!” He called out and felt her heart drop. God, she hadn’t heard that in ages.
“Hi, Adam.” She murmured, looking a little awkwardly standing by the door. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m better now. Where’ve you been? You must be worried sick. If me having a cold gets you worried I can’t imagine what you felt.” He chuckled and she felt like she was in a wicked dream. She felt as if she was in the past and she desperately wanted to tell him the truth because she couldn’t handle this Adam. The old Adam.
“It’s okay.” She cleared her throat. “Um, I…when are you free to leave?”
“A couple of days and I’ll be home.” He smiled softly. “What’s up with you? You’re off.” He noted and shifted setting down her purse on the chair next to his bed. “Not even a hug?”
She felt trapped, a little breathless as she heard his voice almost like a distant thought. “We need to talk.” She choked out.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, looking at her as her eyes travelled anywhere but him. “Babe, come on!”
“Don’t call me babe!” She snapped and he looked taken back by her reaction. “I’m sorry, that’s not how I wanted to go with this.” She took a deep breath, shaking her head, trying to clear the mess inside her head.
“What the hell is happening?”
There was a pause, silence taking over because she needed to gather her thoughts and he was waiting for an answer.
“You lost your memory.” She began. “You have no memories of what happened in the last six months. You’re missing a lot, Adam!” Her eyes widened a bit as she talked.
“Are you joking?”
“No.” she breathed out, finally looking back at him.
“How different can things be?” Adam furrowed his brows and Taylor felt her heart sting in her chest. He had a lot coming his way.
“We broke up.” She mumbled after a few seconds, playing with her hands. She didn’t want to look at him. Didn’t want to see the look she had hoped to see when she left him. Not that she liked seeing him hurt but it would’ve meant that if he was hurt then he cared.
He didn’t say anything, trying to take in the new information that had fallen into his hands. So they weren’t together? She wasn’t his girlfriend anymore? He felt his heart break as it sunk.
“Was I the one who broke up with you?” He asked a bit hesitantly. She shook her head, the silence making her want to run off. “Okay” He whispered. “Oh my god…” she saw tears welling up in his eyes and her heart broke just like his was breaking.
He felt as if his world was crashing down. The floor breaking beneath him and he was free falling into a never ending hole. His heart breaking in a million pieces. She had broke up with him. He didn’t have her.
“I’m sorry. I know it’s hard but I had a few reasons to leave you.” She gulped down the lump in her throat, playing with her fingers.
“What did I do?” He asked her quietly, sniffling.
“Well…” she took a deep breath. “You pushed me away, started spending more time in the studio and ignoring every attempt I made to spend time with you, at least that’s what I felt, like you just stopped caring but you just took it for granted that I’d never leave.” She shook her head, the memories becoming all too vivid in her mind, memories she had tried to ignore. “It felt like you didn’t want me anymore. You stopped trying, stopped coming to big events with me, you got jealous every time a guy talked to me for more than a minute, we had a few big fights and you accused me of cheating on you at the MET Gala. I hated it, hated the way you talked down on me like I was just something to pick up and play around and then drop it whenever you felt like.” She laughed bitterly and he could see the pain evident on her face as she relived those moments in her mind. How in the world was he capable of hurting the woman he loved most was beyond him. “I just wanted you to love me so I tried, I even declared my love for you on national television and still, it was all the same. I tried too much, I tried to fix what was broken beyond repair and you didn’t even notice me when I felt like I was yelling at you to love me again, you just stared blankly as I packed my suitcases and left.”
“I didn’t- I didn’t try to get you back?” He asked her, wondering what made him turn out like that.
“No.” she shook her head. “You Just ranted on social media about how terrible I was.”
He almost choked. “I did what.”
“Well I did throw it that I was seeing someone after you at your face but goddamn it, you won the golden medal for how petty a person can be.”
“You- you were seeing someone? You broke up with me for someone else?”
“No!” She told him immediately. “He was just there. He was a rebound.” She assured him, not even knowing why she felt the need to do that. “And you were pissed about it and also the fact that I confirmed that I wrote ‘This is What you came for’ so yeah…”
“Wow…I really am missing a lot.” He whispered burying his face in his hands.
“I know this is hard, trust me, it is for me too but you needed to know and I couldn’t pretend.” She mumbled, watching him uncomfortably, wanting to leave as soon as possible and at the same time, she wanted to comfort him, tell him it was okay.
“Yeah, you’re right. It’s just…I don’t know how I could’ve done something like that, it’s a bit unreal.” He breathed out. It felt as though someone was crushing his heart, stomping on it repeatedly in hopes to cause more pain. “Are you okay now? Is it better?”
“It’s okay, you can never ask for too much. It’s not the best but I guess it gets better.” She shrugged and he nodded.
“Anything else that happened I should know about?” He asked, smiling softly trying his best not to break down.
“About us? We’ve covered all the basics I think.” She pondered for a moment. “Well, I’m not sure how to explain what you felt but I could…try?”
“That would be nice, yes.” He nodded.
“What you told me was that you didn’t feel like anything was wrong until the MET gala after we had this huge blown out fight, you said you were too caught up on everything you were working on and you just couldn’t make time for me or you forgot or something. Then you started to feel like you were losing which was the truth so you took me out to the Bahamas again to fix it and everything so we decided to split there or I guess I did, you just went along. Then a month later I started seeing someone for fun because I needed a distraction, he was nice but you were hurt by it. You said it felt like I was telling you I did cheat on you since the guy was the reason for our fight and who I hung out with a bit at the MET. Then I guess we just started throwing things at each other’s faces out of spite. You said shit about me online, I walked around the world with him.” She found herself laughing a little bit at the situation. “It was ridiculous, really.”
“It sounds ridiculous and nothing like us.” He runs a hand through his hair, trying to make sense of everything.
“That’s what happened to us.” She frowned.
As if remembering something, his eyes widen. “Do we talk to each other again? After all that?” He questioned and she smiles at this, nodding.
“We do make up, sort of. We have a civil conversation about our feeling and we agree to be friends. All is well.” She chuckled.
“Just friends?” He mumbled quietly, hoping she hadn’t heard him.
“Yeah, it’s not like we could just go back so um…yeah.” If she was being completely honest with herself, she knew deep down that her feelings for Adam were buried within her, still there and they had never gone away but actually bringing herself to be vulnerable again was terrifying and besides, Adam had shown no signs whatsoever of wanted to get back together when they talked. “Listen, I have to leave now. I have a meeting in a couple of hours.”
“Oh. Yeah that’s fine!” He nodded, forcing a smile. She stood up and for second, pondered hugging him goodbye but decided against it so she just waved, smiling at him.
“I hope you get better, Adam. Maybe I’ll visit or something, sometime.”
“That would be nice, yeah. So I guess, I’ll see you.”
“Take care! Bye!”
And with that he was left alone with his thoughts. He had lost her. He had broken her heart and he knew one thing for sure, he was going to get her back. No matter what.
~1.5k words of kilted shenanigans for Captain Charming Friday
It took some time to acknowledge, but there was definitely something going on between Emma’s father and boyfriend.
(Not like that, but…they were up to something.)
The first thing she noticed was a bit of plaid in the back of Killian’s closet. She thought it was pretty weird at first—the pattern of green, blue, and red didn’t really match the rest of his dark leather wardrobe—but figured he’d borrowed something from her dad at some point and just never gave it back.
A few days later, David was late coming to work at the sheriff station, and was moving uncharacteristically slow and stiff.
“You okay, old man?” she teased.
To her surprise, he shot her a glare on his way to the coffee maker, muttering something under his breath that sounded a lot like “damn pirate” and “I’ll show you who’s old.” Her curiosity was piqued, but then Aladdin and Will Scarlet got into a scuffle that somehow took all day to deal with and it was forgotten.
Until the next morning, when she woke up alone yet again. It had happened every day this week, and while she wouldn’t complain about the coffee already being made when she got downstairs, she kind of liked to have a morning cuddle (and maybe a bit more) with her True Love.
Killian was reading the newspaper at the kitchen table, already having set out her mug and sipping from his own. He was wearing the t-shirt he’d worn to bed last night and a pair of athletic shorts, and judging by the salt on his brow when she gave him a good morning kiss to his temple, he’d already been working up a sweat today.
“Hey, where did you go this morning?”
“I went for a run,” he lied, eyes never leaving the paper. It wasn’t just her lie detector going off—the few times she’d managed to convince him to go for a jog with her, he absolutely hated it.
“You wanna try that again?”
He glanced at her sheepishly. “I was just…getting some exercise. It was nothing you need worry about, love.”
She assessed him suspiciously, but didn’t say anything else as she poured her coffee. It wasn’t like him to keep secrets, especially with something as mild as this. He usually told her everything in due time, but this felt different.
The last straw was her mother’s comments at lunch regarding her father’s similar behavior that morning. Those guys were hiding something and Emma was going to find out what.
(Rewrote this entire story yesterday because I hated the first one 👍 - somewhat based off Zoe, Alfie and Mark’s Insta stories last night)
October 31st. Halloween. A holiday that way too many people get into, people like your boyfriend…and his sister.
“Jesus.” You jumped at the feeling of a hand on your waist making you pull your attention from the gloomy London weather that the large pane window protected you from.
“Ha, sorry love I thought you heard me.” Joe said snaking his hand around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.
“Obviously not.” You said giving him a half smile before turning back towards the window.
“Perfect Halloween weather dontcha think?” Joe teased, poking your sides, “Zo said it’s even fogger in Brighton.”
“Mhmm…” You mumbled as you watched the fog settle over the rooftops, “Are you ready then?”
“Yeah, that’s why I came up here. Believe it or not love, scaring you isn’t always on my mind.”
“Only just sometimes right?” You rolled your eyes before giving Joe a kiss.
The two of you headed down the stairs, grabbing your overnight bags that were also packed with halloween goodies; most of which were things Joe would later use to scare you and Zoe.
You and Joe were headed down to Brighton for a few days for Zoe’s ‘Halloween Bash’ as she called it in her text. Since you weren’t totally keen on the holiday, you thought going to Zoe’s would be the better of all the parties you and Joe were invited to.
When you had first told Joe that Halloween wasn’t necessarily your favorite holiday of the year, he nearly fell over with shock. He knew that you didn’t like being scared but he wasn’t aware that you disliked the entire holiday. He told you that this holiday was practically made for the Sugg’s and that if you were going to date him you’d better learn to love it. Of course he was kidding but he couldn’t exactly promise you that he wasn’t going to prank you in some way on Halloween.
You didn’t have a problem with all the non-scary ‘halloweeny’ activities. You liked the pumpkin patches, the shopping for decorations, the ones that screamed ‘autumn’ rather than the ones that screamed at you, and you loved the idea that you could eat all the candy you could stomach without judgement but when it came to the scary stuff, you wanted no part of it.
Haunted houses were out of the question and so were costumes with masks. As the years went on, you found that you wanted absolutely no part in running from a man with a chainsaw with Freddy mask on in the dark. You never did see the point in willingly putting yourself through that kind of fear.
‘Perfect.’ You thought looking around the barely visible scenery as you and Joe began your journey through the thickening fog down to Brighton. This year’s Halloween was already becoming way more creepier than last years solely based on the weather.
You were greeted by a David Bowie-esque Zoe when the two of you finally made it to the Zalfie household.
“Hey guys!” She said greeting you each with a hug.
“Wow Zo, you look great!”
“Yeah, very convincing.” Joe laughed eyeing his sister up.
“Thanks, don’t feel rushed to get your costumes on. I just don’t think I’ll have time after I finish setting everything up.” She said stepping aside, letting you two in.
“Hellooo!” Alfie said appearing into the hallway, his face all painted white.
“Hey Alf.” You and Joe said.
“Mark and Alfie are currently working on their makeup, Y/N you might need to help them little.” Zoe said giving you a wink, ignoring the dirty look her boyfriend was giving her.
“I would love the help actually, I’m a bloody mess!” Mark’s voice floated through the house.
It was now much later in the night and the party was in full swing. After you had finished helping Mark with his makeup, you went upstairs to do yours and Joe’s, slipping into your costumes soon after.
You hadn’t seen much of Joe that night, you had mostly been catching up with Zoe and Poppy and weren’t really paying attention to the whereabouts of your boyfriend.
The three of you were standing in the kitchen when your attention was drawn to Zoe and Alfie’s tent outside. They had originally bought the tent for their Zalfie Sports day party, but enjoyed it too much to take it down afterwards. Tonight they decided to take advantage of the tent that was still strung with fairy lights and the semi-decent weather.
You watched the tent light up, revealing Alfie and Sean standing underneath the lights.
“Oh!” Zoe said bringing your attention back to her, “The boys got the lights set up, and if its not too cold out, we were thinking about having a fire before winter fully kicked in.”
“I could go for a cozy fire.” Poppy said as you nodded your head.
The three of you gathered a few blankets and headed outside to Alfie who was beginning to start a fire in the fire pit he had bought ages ago and had forgot about.
“Y/N, will you help me with this?” Zoe called out from the the other side of the garden as she stood next to the picnic table.
“Yeah sure thing. Hey have you seen Joe?” You asked, the two of you lifting up on of the benches and bringing it closer to the fire.
“Umm, I thought he was out here with Alfie and Sean…or inside with Mark?” Zoe asked the you walked back over to the table, “Come to think of it, I haven’t seen much of Mark either.” She said giving you a strange look which you returned.
“That out here somewhere…watching.” You and Zoe jumped at the sound of Sean’s voice behind you.
The sound of Alfie’s laughter floated through the air as you realized not only did you jump but shrieked a little.
“Need a hand?” Sean asked after he too had finished laughing.
“That’d be great, yeah.”
Once the two benches were situated around the fire Alfie had successfully started and the picnic table was stocked with treats, you wrapped yourself into a blanket and took a seat next to Poppy and Zoe.
The three of you were once again engulfed in each other’s stories, Alfie and Sean talking into their vlog camera. You watched them look at each other before turning their camera’s towards the three of you. There was a split second where you were able to give them a puzzled look before you felt hands grip your shoulders making you scream at the top of your lungs, Zoe and Poppy matching your pitch seconds after.
An eruption of laugher exploded from Sean and Alfie as well as from behind you. The hands that were on your shoulders leaving your body just as fast as they had touched you, the body they belonged to falling to the ground, half laughing, half crying out in pain.
“Joe! What the hell?!” You shouted looking behind you seeing you’re boyfriend laying on the ground, Mark standing to the left of him laughing behind Poppy and Zoe, “Are you okay?”
“Not really love, you got me pretty good.” Joe said calming his laughter as he rubbed the spot on his stomach where your elbow as made contact when you jumped, “But I got you!”
“Guys that was not funny! You better sleep with one eye open Ferris.” Zoe warned, causing Mark to hold his hands up in defense.
“We’re you guys in on this?” Poppy asked Sean who was still filming.
“Of course we were!” He laughed.
Joe took a seat next to you on the bench, draping the blanket over his lap before pulling you close to him.
I think I liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 22
When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she’s certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit….
Blake was lying down. That was all she knew…
Her mouth felt parched and her entire body felt sore and bruised…like she had gone ten rounds in a boxing ring.
It took her a long moment to realise why everything was still dark….slowly fluttering open her eyes.
She gave a hard, painful gulp and blinked a couple of times…staring up, as sunlight danced across the white ceiling above her.
Blake took in a deep breath, filling her lungs with well-deserved air, realising at once that she was in her room at the Sanctuary.
The window was obviously open, because a warm breeze seemed to dance across her face as she shifted beneath the white sheets that lay across her, turning her head to the side.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Doll-face,” came a sudden lazy voice. “I thought you were never gonna wake up. I have been bored out of my fuckin’ mind sittin’ here waitin’. I mean there’s only so much shit I can read about what face cream I should be usin’, or how many time a day I should be drinking green fuckin’ juice.”
Swing Dancing Reader x Spencer fic :))))) Based off of this post
Basically, both you and Spencer and really awesome at swing dancing and happen to pair up one night at the jazz club that the both of you frequent ;)
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Warnings: Alcohol but it’s barely drank/mentioned
Swing dancing was most definitely not a common hobby among people your age.. Or people in general, to be honest. But when you found a jazz club that in fact had a special day called ‘Swing Dance Saturday’, you just had to go. Who knew, maybe you could find a new partner or friends that share the common love for the dance form.
Dressed in a black blouse with polka dots tucked into a red skirt that fell past your knees all tied together with white stockings and your hair pulled back with a scarf, you entered the club to be pleasantly surprised at seeing how many swing dancers there were. There were obviously different levels of skill (you were better than all of them) but that didn’t matter because everyone was having fun and the live jazz music was in full swing.
A small smile made its way onto your face as you went to the bar, requesting a gin and tonic before seating yourself. The drink was placed in front of you and you took a sip, letting your deep red painted lips enclose around the straw as you observed the people in the club. Most people had partners. While some were on the dancefloor, others were taking a break, talking about something. No one really stood out to you until you reached the opposite end of the club. There stood a man who seemed to be your age. He was tall with long legs, his sandy color hair messy in an attractive way and his hazel eyes observing the people as well as he talked to an older man who was sipping a bourbon.
With the hope that he was a dancer as well, you got up from your seat at the bar, holding your beverage in one hand as you approached him, speaking in your naturally gentle tone when you finally reached him, “Are the two of you here for the dancing or for the sight and drinks?” You let a smile rest on your face as you spoke, observing both of the men with a gentle gaze.
The elder man spoke first, a suggestive smile on his face as he looked to the man he’d come with, “I’m here for the sight, but Spencer here is here for the dancing.. He just can’t seem to find a partner.”
The man who the elder man named Spencer’s cheeks reddened lightly as he takes a sip of his water, shooting a glance to the man before looking to you with a shy smile, nodding to agree with the other man’s statement. “I can’t seem to find anyone with a similar level of skill.”
You simply nodded in an understanding manner, “I get it… They all know some basic concepts and application but aren’t as advanced.. Although that doesn’t stop it from looking nice.” You sipped your drink as you spoke once more, “I’m Y/N, by the way.. It’s nice to meet the both of you.”
The older man introduced himself as David Rossi before excusing himself to go to the bar and get another drink, saying that it was okay for you to sit in his. That of course left you and Spencer alone at the table.. Him watching the people on the dancefloor while tapping his foot along to the music and your gaze switching between the man and the dancefloor, sipping your drink. “How long have you been swing dancing for, Spencer?”
Spencer’s gaze shoots to meet yours and he shrugs a little bit, “I’ve been swing dancing for nearly 6 years now.. But honestly I believe practice is more important than the duration of knowing something. Technically, I’ve known what swing dancing is ever since I was 6 but I didn’t actually start learning till some time later. At first it was pretty bad but-” He cut himself off, realizing that half of the things he’d said were not relevant to the question, “Sorry, I tend to ramble..” He cleared his throat slightly before speaking once more, “Uhm.. How long have you been swing dancing for?”
You offer a reassuring smile to say that his rambling was most definitely not a problem, “I’ve been swing dancing since I was 5.. My grandpa taught me the basics and I taught myself everything else that I know..” You hold his gaze for a moment, feeling your cheeks redden lightly before you speak once more, “Want to see if we fit each other’s skill level?”
Spencer’s brows raise slightly in mild surprise. He hadn’t expected that you’d be so quick to ask if he wanted to dance or not. He simply shrugs a little, getting up from his seat before extending a hand to you, “Yeah, sure.” He offers a small smile to you and you take his hand, setting down your drink as you began nodding your head to get a feel for the tempo of the music, getting the counts ready in your head.
Spencer glanced down at you, it seemed that you fit perfectly in his arms as the two of you began moving. Your tempo and movements were impeccable as the two of you started out with a basic step before a send out. Easy enough in all honesty. The two of you continued that pattern before switching to the open position, doing the basic step there before he sent you back in. This was easy, in all honesty, but you could tell that Spencer was just getting warmed up.
Eventually, the tempo of the music increased. With an increase in the tempo, you could feel his level of advancement increase as well. He was telling you to do some moves and you were telling him to do some moves, it was working out quite nicely. In fact, you both complimented each other so much that a crowd had formed around the two of you to watch. He grabbed your hand tightly as you prepped yourself for a flip, feeling the momentum increase as you jumped, Spencer’s arm going around your waist as you quite literally flipped around him, landing perfectly on your feet. There was a bright smile on your face and Spencer was smiling too because he had found the perfect partner. The crowd cheered as you landed the flip and you and Spencer continued moving round and round, enjoying each other’s presence and most definitely appreciating the communication as well.
Eventually, the both of you needed a break and you guys both left the dancefloor, still hand in hand. You were breathing heavily and you shot him a bright smile. He did the same and the two of you let go of each others hand as you approached the table. David Rossi was back there and when he saw the two of you, he applauded, “Bellissimo! You two were the best dancers on the floor!”
Your cheeks reddened and you said a thank you and you finished off your gin and tonic. It was getting late and you had to get to work in the morning. “I hate to have to go, but I have work tomorrow.” You worked as a cardiac surgeon and had your own practice so you needed a good night’s sleep so you’d be ready for tomorrow’s surgery.
Spencer frowned a little but spoke in a breathy tone for he was still trying to catch his breath as well , “Are you going to be here next Saturday?”
You bit your lip lightly, feeling a smile make its way onto your face, “It depends.. Are you going to be there?”
His cheeks redden and he nods lightly, “If I don’t have work, then yes, I will be.”
You looked into your purse, grabbing out one of your business cards and extending it to him, “If you don’t have work, give me a call.” You smile shyly, leaning up and giving him a ghost kiss on his cheek so as not to leave a mark from your red lipstick. You wave to David Rossi before turning on your heels and exiting the jazz club.
Spencer Reid stood there, holding your card with a flabbergasted look on his face because he was most definitely not expecting that. Rossi chuckled quietly, getting up from his seat to take the card out of Spencer’s hand before reading it outloud, “Doctor Y/N Y/L/N, cardiac surgeon.. Wow, kid, you really got a catch here.”
Spencer simply smiles sheepishly before taking the card back from Rossi, putting it in the front pocket of his pants before taking his seat once more, sipping his water as he let a wide smile slowly form on his face as he pulled out his phone, typing in your number before sending you a text
Till we meet again, Doctor Y/L/N… -Spencer Reid
Idk but I kind of want to make this a series.. We’ll see how well this does, first :) Thank you guys so much for your support! ~G x
Imagine: Being in love with Four, and
comforting him after Tris’ death.
life you’ve lived outside the fence, watching the lives of members of the
factions in Chicago. At age 15, you joined your parents as a worker in the
control room of the Bureau, one person in particular caught your eye during
your shifts. Your heart hurt at the sight of poor little Tobias Eaton being
beaten by his father in his home in Abnegation. You watched the change happen
in Tobias over the one and half years before he transferred, it almost seems
that he was preparing himself to transfer. You were surprised when he had
chosen Dauntless, however this made you even more attracted to him, you had
never met this guy, but you watched his life, you watched him go from Tobias, a
timid, beaten, Abnegation boy, to Four, a strong man, who was one of the most
courageous people you’d ever seen. In all honesty, you had fallen in love with
Tobias, and you had fallen hard. So hard, that you were completely heartbroken
when you had to watch him and Tris share their first kiss, when you had to
watch him fall in love with another girl.
Now he stood
in front of you, alongside Tris, Christina, Peter, and a few others, and you
didn’t know whether to feel excited that he was here, in front of you, or to be
jealous that he was here with Tris.
course of a few months, you and Tobias became close friends, since you already
knew him so well, he wasn’t afraid to open up to you. Tris clearly didn’t like
that you spent time with her boyfriend, but you could see how much they loved
each other, you never had the intention of getting between the two of them.
Sometimes it really hurt seeing them together, but you were happy because
Tobias was happy.
death of Uriah, Tobias had gone back inside the fence, along with Peter, in
order to execute some sort of plan with his mother and father. Here, Caleb was
supposed to go into the weapons lab, however, Tris decided to go in his place. Tris
survived the death serum, but was shot my David. Once Tobias came back, he was
A year has
passed since Tris’ death. Tobias decided to continue living outside the fence
with frequent visits inside. You currently sit with him on the balcony of your
apartment. A month ago you and Tobias had shared your first kiss on this
balcony, you were madly in love with Tobias, and he really did like you, but he
obviously still had a large place in his heart for Tris, and no matter how much
he wanted to be with you, he couldn’t help but feel guilty. Though she was
gone, he still felt like he was betraying her.
You take his
hand and both of you just stare off into the distance, watching the sunset for
a while; it is actually quite peaceful, you finally decided to break the
silence, “You thinking about her?”
not,” He lies, you sigh.
know you still miss her, you don’t need to lie to me.”
Y/N, but I really can’t stop thinking about her,” He looks down, unable to make
eye contact with you.
Tobias. I want you to know that I’m still the same Y/N that I was when you
first came here, you can still open up to me and talk to me. I know you miss
her Tobias, I know that you’ll always have a special place in your heart for
Tris, I understand that,” He still refuses to look at you and you sigh, “I also
know that I will never be Tris, but
that doesn’t mean that I don’t love
you. This is something that I didn’t tell you. The first time I saw you were
when you were 15, I instantly wanted to get to know you better, and at some
point within the time that I started working to the time that you transferred,
I fell in love with you. I’ve been in love with you for the past three and a
looks up to you, “W-what, I know you had feelings for me, but I never thought
they were that deep?”
“I know I
sound dumb, but I really love and care about you, all that I ever want is for
you to be happy. I know Tris is gone, and I know that you’ll never forget her,
but would she too have wanted you to move on? How do you think she would feel
seeing you mope around like this? Even if I’m not the one that you make you the
happiest, I don’t care if moving on means being with someone else. I love you
Tobias, and that means that I want you to be happy.” Tobias instantly leans in
and kisses you passionately.
“I love you
to Y/N, and I want to be with you, I just need a little more time,” You move
closer to him and he wraps his arms around you.
Toby, I know, and I’ll always be here if you need me.”
So a couple of days ago @materialofonebeing messaged me,
saying that we shared the same 6 months anniversary in the Holmes fandom and
asked the excellent question as to what might have been so appealing about it
that we’d both fallen so quickly in love with it all.
I don’t have an answer, but I thought it was an awesome
question to extend to all of you as I’d love to hear your thoughts.
four times where karen meets frank, and the one time he doesn’t show
or, the one where karen is dragged into a double date with sarah, david and frank
Karen laboured in a work place full of men. A place with such a negative ethic where she had to practically beg Ellison to hire another female intern. He let her sit in on the interviews and the meetings, which shocked her, but revealed that it was something he wanted to see more in her: strife. She wasn’t to take any more shit.
Six months to the day, Karen had bonded majorly with Sarah Taylor, the two of them becoming the absolute “best of friends”. In terms of work, they’d taken on bigger cases they could chew only to report them efficiently; enforced the idea of femininity in the Bulletin, Ellison having no choice but to obey their want for more female roles of power; and gotten pass out level drunk more than once together.
A Wednesday morning; Sarah knocked on the door of Karen’s shoebox apartment with a coffee and a walk to work ahead of them. It had become routine for them; Sarah living quite a while away so she’d catch the bus to Karen’s block, before they walked the rest of the way together. She said, “You’ll never guess what”
Karen sipped at her coffee as she locked the door to her apartment and shoving her keys into her pocket. She grimaced at the hot liquid that she drunk too eagerly as it burnt her throat. “What?”
Sarah grinned, shoving her free hand in the pocket of her coat. It was cold out, and Karen regretted not wearing something thicker. “You remember that call we went on a few weeks back, right? The Lieberman brothers?”
Karen nodded, the two of them stepping out into the snowy sidewalk. “Don’t tell me that one of them hit on you. The one who was ogling you all through our interview?”
She elbowed Karen who stumbled into the street with a laugh. “He was not! I swear, I didn’t expect it at all. He turned up at the Bulletin the other week when you weren’t in. We…had drinks and things progressed, and now he wants to take me on a proper date… thing”
“Sarah” Karen deadpanned, stopping in the street. “If you pull some double date shit on me right now, I swear—”
“Karen,” she replied, elongating her words as she yanked on her arm. “Please. Look I promise it won’t be anything formal and romantic, just please come along and support me”
“I’m not going to sit opposite some random guy whilst you cosy it up with your date” She proclaimed. “Plus, I have nothing to wear. And, I gained like 50 pounds over thanksgiving, nobody, not even your boyfriend’s friend is going to want to date me”
“That is not true, shut up!” Sarah retorted, her voice going higher and more accusatory. Karen knew the exact tone, and she wasn’t getting off lightly. “When have I ever asked of anything from you?”
“Uh” Karen began, “Literally the other day you asked me to buy a car so we didn’t have to walk to work in the snow. You think I have that kind of money laying around? And for lessons? No. Not a penny”
Sarah went silent. “Okay, I admit. That was a bad example. But Karen, listen, Dave’s friend is really good looking. I promise, I’ve seen pictures. It’ll just be one date, I absolutely promise. It’s not like I’m forcing you into marriage if things don’t work out. Please, for me”
Karen found herself giving in. “One date. That’s all”
Sarah’s instincts were not wrong.
When Karen entered the bar the four of them were meeting at, she was self-conscious in the outrageously out-of-character red dress that Sarah had made her buy. It turned more than a few heads in the dark bar, and recognising David Lieberman from their previous meeting, she noted the bulky man in a black shirt sat next to him at the bar.
Sarah approached David, the two of them exchanging words of greeting before a small peck on the cheek. Karen reacquainted with David, her memory of him slightly foggy. In their interview, he’d done less of the talking which is why she was getting such an unknown friendly vibe from him as he spoke.
“Lovely to see you again,” He said, shaking her hand with a smile. Karen could only smile back in response, and saying something along the same lines. “This is my buddy Frank,” he said, motioning toward the man sat beside him. “He’s in town for the weekend so I thought I’d bring him along to meet you”
He immediately stood from his bar stool, approaching Karen who instantly felt self-conscious once again as she could feel his eyes on her body. All she could do was smile, holding her hand out for him to shake. He was an attractive man, to say the least, Karen felt her heart flutter slightly. He was exactly the guy she wouldn’t go for, yet, here she was, wanting to know more. “Nice to meet you” She said, watching his every move.
He took hold of her hand, shaking it firmly before smiling back. “Karen, right?”
She nodded, her lips pursed apprehensively. “That’s me”
“Frank” He replied, gruffly. “I, uh, like your dress”
“Glad that someone does” She answered with a nervous laugh. Her hair fell from behind her ear and she found herself running her hands through it quickly, nervously. “Sarah practically forced it on me”
Frank mused over her body once more before speaking with a small smile. “Red suits you”
The next time they met, Sarah was turning 30.
She decided to throw a huge party in a hall, inviting almost everyone the two of them knew because of how closely both their lives were intertwined. For almost two months, the entire office was abuzz over her 30th party, everyone planning things behind her back in terms of gifts. Karen found it hard to keep everything a secret.
It’d been about 8 months since she’d gotten into a relationship with David Lieberman, and Karen saw a completely different side of her. Yeah, there had been times where she’d blown Karen off on their movie nights or walks to work because she’d stayed over at Dave’s the night before and he drove her there. It’s not like Karen wasn’t used to it, she’d been dumped by friends plenty of times in the past.
She stood in the empty room of the town hall downtown from Sarah’s place. They’d arrived hours earlier to set up, and by the time the actual party arrived, Karen’s feet ached like crazy. She took a seat at the bar, instantly ordering a large glass of wine. Her way of coping with the preparations was drinking, so she was already pretty drunk. By the time she’d drank most of her wine, he appeared at the bar.
“Two beers please” He grumbled, before turning on his side to overlook the party. Karen eyed him from her spot, straightening her back as she realised she was slouched over the bar like a desperate loser.
“I bet you don’t remember me” She called over the music. As soon as the words slipped from her drunken slumber, she regretted it. His eyes clocked on hers and she could tell he was slightly startled. He was cleanly shaven, his hair a lot higher on his head than before. In general, he looked well. His loss of a friend in David when he began dating Sarah had obviously not taken such a toll on him as Karen’s loss of Sarah had.
“Of course I do” He answered, his mouth sliding into a lopsided smile. Tonight he sported a dark green shirt. The man looked good in dark colours, Karen noted to herself. She wasn’t wearing red, and she wondered if it was just her that’d remembered that small anecdote. “Karen”
She nodded, not fighting the smile that presented itself on her own face as she looked at him. Sipping from her glass and drinking the remnants of wine, she placed it back on the bar. There was a silence between the two, as close to silence as you could get in the rowdy party, but his eyes remained on her. Karen kept her eyes ahead, feeling his stare burn into her.
“Hey,” Frank then called to the bartender, leaning over the bar slightly with a five dollar bill in his hand. Karen clocked on at his voice, looking toward him to see the bartender approach him once again. “Another glass of red, too, please. For the lady”
Karen stood immediately, yanking the bill from his hands and placing it back on the bar. She shook her head as Frank levelled with her, their chests almost touching as they looked at each other intently. Her drunkenness was not adding to how she felt herself weaken around him, how his stupid face was enough to send her into a fluster. “You don’t have to do that, I’m not incompetent”
“I never said you were,” Frank replied, before he shoved her hand away when she offered the money up, handing the bartender his money before she could complain anymore. “You’re sitting at the bar of your best friend’s birthday party alone. You clearly want to get drunk. At least let me buy you another drink”
“You bought the drinks last time, that’s not fair” She spluttered, folding her arms as she sat back on the stool. Frank sipped at his beer before taking the stool next to her, the gap between their bodies closing in as he shuffled closer toward her. Their legs clashed, his knees bashing against her own. She crossed her ankles to keep her legs as close together as possible and create enough room between them; because she didn’t want him to go.
He merely smirked at her slight slurring. “Then you can repay me in drunken conversation”
And it looked like he didn’t want to, either.
It surpassed a year, almost a year and a half, of their relationship before Sarah woke Karen at 2 in the morning screaming with an engagement ring on her finger.
There was an almost immediate party to plan for, and as designated maid of honour, Karen got left with all the huge chores and basic responsibility to make sure that everything was perfect. Her and Sarah began spending more time together, which evidently, was something that she wanted. She took it and held onto every aspect of it.
Sarah had busied herself with the task of selling her place and packing things into storage whilst simultaneously house hunting with Dave. She’d been staying at Karen’s a few nights, when they got too drunk or Sarah got too tired to go home. By the time the engagement party rolled around, both of them were exhausted.
The theme was white. A specific shade of white, not that it mattered, and everything had to be this specific shade of white, and it pissed Karen off endlessly. The guests outfits could be any colour though, which only confused her more. However Karen knew she’d have to take it easy on the red wine or it’d be visible. Sarah was busy greeting guests, accepting gifts and talking to long lost family and friends, so yet again, Karen’s only acquaintance was a glass of red.
Until he appeared.
“We’ve got to stop meeting like this” He said, hands in pockets as he approached her from across the room. She was mid-drink, his voice sending her into a fluster and causing her to spit a little in front of her. Luckily, he was not in the firing line, and only laughed at her response.
“Oh, God, Frank” She replied, pressing her hand to her forehead in exasperation. “I’m getting quite the reputation as an alcoholic with you, every time you see me I’m drinking fucking wine”
He only laughed again, assuming position next to her as the two of them overlooked the hall. “Nice what you’ve done with the place. Dave told me all about this white colour scheme. How absolutely riveting”
“Every time I close my eyes, it’s all I see” Karen answered lowly, leaning toward him discreetly. His cologne wafted her way, cinnamon. Frank let lose another laugh, causing Karen to snort quietly to herself. Both of them were stood laughing quietly in the corner of the room, Frank taking her by the arm and turning both their bodies toward the window as some people turned and looked at them.
“Just saying, if this were my engagement party then I’d choose something way more upbeat” Frank replied, shrugging his shoulders. “Like, I don’t know, blue. There’s nothing wrong with a bit of blue, still keeps things classy, I guess, if that’s what you’re about”
Sipping from her wine, Karen nodded. She watched Sarah hugging a woman that walked into the hall, resembling her mother, realising that she hadn’t met her before that day. “That’s what I’m saying. Sarah’s a traditionalist, and Dave would obviously die for her. White was always the plan. I mean they’re moving in together, it’s a ride or die kinda thing”
“Speaking of,” Frank said, changing the topic immediately. “Delaware is no more. I’m moving to NYC. Got a place just downtown and a job pretty much straight after. The construction unit I work for is transferring some of the crew up town for an opening of a new lot. He wanted me to head the force”
“Really? That’s great news,” Karen replied, ignoring the way her heart danced inside her chest at the thought of him being around more. He just nodded, still looking out onto the hall of people as Karen fixated her eyes on him. She almost stared for a little too long before clearing her throat as he looked at her. A smile. “Good for you”
He nodded, a small smile appearing on his face. “It’ll be better than travelling down here for every extravagant event Mr-and-Mrs-Lieberman-to-be throw on” He replied, only causing Karen to laugh once again. “Plus…” he trailed off, eyes on the floor before back at her. “Maybe then we’ll see more of each other”
Karen just took a sip from her wine, swallowing it quietly and shrugging her shoulders innocently. “Maybe we will”
Sarah figured it out moments before he walked through the door to their house warming dinner.
“Oh my god,” She said, her whole face lighting up immediately. Karen felt her entire heart sink into deep panic, Sarah practically jumping to the ceiling with supposed joy. “I can’t believe I didn’t figure this out before”
“What?” David asked over his shoulder, preparing a bowl of salad at the kitchen counter. “What’s going on?”
“Sarah,” Karen warned snappishly. “Don’t”
“Karen and Frank, that’s what’s going on” Sarah replied devilishly. Karen watched as she played with the ring on her finger, twisting it in a clockwise motion. “How long have you been pining after him?”
“I have not been pining after him” Karen replied angrily. Her cheeks had flooded red, and she took a deep breath before moving across the tiny kitchen toward the open window. “Don’t put words in my mouth, Sarah. He’s just a friendly face I enjoy the company of at all of your gatherings. He’s just about the only person I know”
As if on cue, the doorbell rang and Karen felt herself dive further into humility. Sarah practically ran to the door, leaving Karen in the kitchen with David. “Don’t worry,” He said, grabbing the bowl of salad before patting Karen’s shoulder sympathetically. He then picked up his bottle of beer. “I’ll keep her in line”
Karen gave herself a second or two to calm herself, before walking into the dining area where the three of them were already stood. She forced a smile, ignoring Sarah’s devilish glance. Frank smiled back at her, Karen’s eyes scouring his hands as he presented the bottle to her. “Got you a gift”
She snorted. Red wine.
Aside from all the glances from Sarah through the entire meal, Karen made it out alive. She offered to do the dishes, which the two of them were happy about as they picked a movie and settled on the couch almost as soon as she’d offered.
She soaked herself in the soapy water before starting the dishes, taking advantage of the time to wash her hands. Her head was a little woozy due to the three glasses of wine she’d drunk way too quickly.
The door clicked shut behind her and she jumped out of her skin, dropping a plate into the soapy basin. Frank had entered the room behind her and she sighed when she clocked eyes on him, closing her own for a brief second. “Are you alright?”
“Me?” She asked, a frown appearing on her face. “Fine. I’m fine”
“You were really on edge throughout the whole dinner” He replied, shoving his hands in his pockets as he leaned against the doorframe on the opposite side of the room. “Did I do something? Or, is it-”
“No” She said softly. “No, it wasn’t you. You didn’t do anything” She found herself looking directly at him, her frown softening at the slight confusion in his eyes. Karen gulped, the silence between the two of them thicker than ever with tension.
“Karen” He said quietly, walking across the kitchen toward her. She backed into the kitchen counter, her hands gripping onto the basin edges, fingers slipping due to the soap. “What is it?”
She paused, before dragging her words out, adding a chortling laugh to completely sell it down the river. Her self respect. “I just had one too many glasses of wine”
Frank laughed, and she was grateful, taking a small sigh of relief. He reached for something on the kitchen counter before speaking. “Listen why don’t I do the dishes and you go watch the movie, you’ll end up hurting yourself otherwise-”
“I am not incompetent” She snapped, unintentionally, grabbing at his arm as he held a dish cloth in his hand. His arm tensed up as she gripped onto his bicep awkwardly. Karen’s heart was doing somersaults inside her chest, her breathing slightly laboured.
“So you’ve mentioned” He replied, a small smirk playing on his face. Karen kept her eyes on him as he subconsciously moved closer toward her. She let go of his arm, not knowing where to place her hand other than let it fall to her side. She felt his hand on the small of her back, her face softening as he leaned toward her lips.
The buzzing of her phone interrupted them instantly. Her humility was beyond a scale anymore, and the alert that appeared on her screen was from a cab company. The one she’d called so she could escape that very situation.
Frank stepped away. Karen swallowed nervously. “My cab. It’s outside”
He nodded, seeming completely un-phased. “Safe journey”
“Thanks” was all she could muster in response before she grabbed her bag and fled the tiny apartment.
New Years approached. Karen had made excuses to get out of every social event that Frank would be at since the house warming. Sarah had tried to convince her to go, swearing that he would’ve forgotten, but Karen’s humility still hadn’t died down.
The only reason she’d been talked into New Years was because Frank wasn’t going to be there. Apparently he had something with his work force that he’d planned to go to. It put her a little at ease, but she knew she’d be completely out of place there.
Come midnight, Karen had spent the entire evening alone, speaking with Sarah only in brief moments as she spent most of the night mingling with other people. With her trusty stead, a bottle of red wine, she figured she was gaining a problem. It was something she did at almost any given opportunity, even if she didn’t drink excessively.
She made it a new years resolution to get to the bottom of it.
The other guests behind her began their countdown with one minute to spare. Karen sipped at her wine before looking around the entire room at the different mix of people. Sarah was nowhere in sight and she sighed, sipping once again from the glass.
When it reached thirty, she figured she’d head toward the door and escape before she got cornered by someone and stuck within their happy new years wishes. The back door to the house was open, and the cold air was refreshing as she stepped out into the brief silence. She placed the wine on the wall in front of her, watching the millions of fireworks explode in the sky from other people’s celebrations.
The countdown hit ten. His voice hit her immediately. “Karen”
She turned quickly, and there he stood, out of breath and in a thick jacket. “Frank” she breathed, eyes widening in shock. “I thought you were— what are you doing here?”
“I called your name all through the house” He replied, walking toward her quickly just as the countdown hit 5.
“Why?” She asked quickly, a fearful frown on her face, her heart pounding loudly in her ears.
He shook his head, looking toward her lips before back into her eyes. “I couldn’t let you slip away again”
As the countdown reached 0, and the new year began, Frank held her by the waist before laying his lips on hers, Karen’s initial shock taking her a few seconds before she kissed back. People cheered in the distance, more fireworks dancing across the sky as they moved closer together.
Karen’s heart slowed as the spur of the moment passed, their lips still joined together, Frank’s hands on the small of her back, her hands in his dark curls. The sky was lit up like a skyline behind them, the stars twinkling extra brightly in the moment of passion. The madness.
Karen forgot about her red wine. Because her hand finally had someone else’s to hold.
I haven’t really spoken out that much about this current arc of Agents of SHIELD, and more specifically, the FitzSimmons storyline. This is mainly bc I’ve really enjoyed it. But the level of disappointment coming from this fandom has gotten me thinking about how we perceive the show in general, which is why I wanted to explain my point of view. Hopefully, this may help others enjoy it a bit more as we move into the final two episodes of the season.
To put this into context, I watch quite the variety of shows across different networks. AOS is my fave, but I also devotedly watch Game of Thrones, Mr. Robot, and How to Get Away with Murder (besides a shitload of others that aren’t so dark, lol), but these are the shows I’m going to be discussing alongside shield.
For me, AOS is doing something that not many shows can get away with - telling a highly complex story across 22 episodes of television with a production value of some major movies. But AOS is not on HBO, or Netflix, or cable. It’s on network television, and that is where I let go of unrealistic expectations. Not my expectations for the quality of the story, oh no. I’m talking about the expectations of what a show of this caliber is capable of doing under those circumstances - 22 episodes on a major network.
For shows like GOT or Mr. Robot, where the networks basically worship them (legit - I think USA Network will let Mr. Robot get away with anything at this point), the creators and writers have a lot more freedom. For Mr. Robot, creator Sam Esmail directed the entirety of season 2, and they’re even pushing back season 3 bc he wants more time to develop the show to make it better. GOT was pushed back to summer bc of the current story arc, plus the creators David and Dan have a lot of sway as far as how the story unfolds. (and although I don’t watch it, Westworld is doing similar work, and they literally stopped production for months to write the final four scripts to figure out a better story for the entire series.)
In other words, they have time - time to write intricate stories, where every detail is thought out, so fans can rewatch the episodes to catch everything they missed, where everything actually connects.
Derek x Reader Derek
and reader are dating. Y/N is being threatened by a violent unsub that can’t be
caught so she’s instructed by Strauss to leave the BAU until they catch the
guy. The whole team is sad and mad. She leaves but gets kidnapped and the team
watches her get tortured via online live webcast. When Derek finds her some
Whew this is a long ass imagine but I’m actually pretty proud of it! I hope you like it!xx
not leaving.” You looked from Strauss to Hotch both of whom watched you pace
for your own safety, this unsub is extraordinarily violent and has made several
references to you directly. If you won’t leave for your own safety think of
your team” Strauss motioned to the group standing in the bullpen watching your
exchange through the glass “If he can’t get to you he will go for them. Leaving
is the best chance.”
want to. This is all I have. Hotch? Please tell her, I’m safer here, surely?
I’m with the top team in the FBI; I can live in a safe house with Derek or I
can just move in with Derek. Please!” You fought back the tears. This unsub was
dangerous and you knew it, but leaving the BAU would break your heart.
have a choice Y/N. The paper work has been put through. You will be put into
witness protection until we believe it is safe.” Strauss nodded at you and
Hotch before walking out of his office. You stood open mouthed and angry.
Witness protection?” Hotch nodded silently “This is Bullshit!” you stormed out
of his office and into the arms of Derek.
happening?” he whispered into your hair, holding you tightly.
yourself out of his hold you turned to face the team who looked on in
leaving. Well going into witness protection. And there’s nothing I can do about
it.” You watched their faces. They looked angry and upset.
do that!” Emily spoke at Hotch, who stood in the doorway.
with you” Derek wrapped his hand around your waist and kissed your head.
“No you’re not Morgan. And I’m afraid
they can.” Hotch received a glare from everyone in the team.
“I have to go alone. If this bastard hurts any of you I
won’t be able to live with myself.” You turned to face Derek “and I’m going to
miss you.” You hugged him tighter “I love you”
“I love you too.” Bringing your lips to his for a moment
you forgot everyone else was with you.
The first 10 days in the safe house had been extremely
lonely. Witness protection meant no communication with anyone in your normal
life. You missed the team but you missed Derek the most. After dating for
almost 2 years a day without talking to him felt strange and unnatural. The
safe house was empty and grey, you’d managed to sneak in a few old photographs
but they did little to brighten up the house.
Having been stuck inside for the 10 days you’d become bored
of watching Friends reruns on TV you remembered a phone box you’d seen on the
way. It was about a 40 minute walk but though times call for desperate measure.
After a long walk you’d managed to clear your head and
figure out what you were going to say when you got hold of Derek. Stepping into
the phone booth you sighed as the phone began to ring.
“Hello?” Derek’s voice was warm and comforting.
“Derek.” You breathed.
“Y/N? Oh it’s so good to hear your voice! Wait, What are
you doing? You’re not supposed to be calling me?”
“I know, but it’s so hard, I’m so lonely. I miss you.”
“I mi…” the phone went dead.
“Derek? Derek?” You hit the machine with the palm of your
hand. in a plea to continue the phone call you began fumbling with the change in your pocket. You tried to push the cash into
the slot; with each coin that returned your frustration grew. “NO! Come on!
Please.” You threw the phone at the machine and turned to leave.
As you stepped out onto the street something wrapped
around your face, covering your mouth. As you struggled another hand latched around
your waist keeping you stationary. Slowly you remembered the smell, Chloroform.
Your eyes widened and you tried to scream. Your vision began to fade and your
limbs became weaker. As quickly as it occurred you fell asleep.
“Baby Girl. Can you track where this call came from?”
Derek handed Garcia his phone.
“Of course! Chesterfield near Richmond? Why?”
“Y/N made a call from there and I think she’s in danger.”
Derek looked upset.
“No, no I’m sure she’s fine! Get Hotch and I will call
everyone in.” She stood up and pulled him into a hug “She will be fine.”
Garcia’s computer began to flash and beep. She pushed
Derek out from her and looked from screen to screen.
“No. no. no no no no no!” Garcia began to tap on keys,
and unplug monitors.
“Babygirl whats happening?” Derek held the blonde by the
shoulders calming her down.
“Someone has hacked my server! All I can do is click on
the link. Morgan what do I do?” Garcia’s makeup ran down her face.
“The link; what is it?” Derek centred Garcia’s focus. She
opened the link and gasped. “Y/N? Y/N! Garcia that’s Y/N!”
You spat out the blood that had pooled in your mouth. The
taste of iron plagued your tongue and the vision out of your swollen eyes began
“Why…are…you…doing this?” You said through ragged breath.
“Because the look-a-likes can only get you so far. I
watch you on TV every week talking to the public, telling them how to be safe.
I wanted to try you, see if you practice what you preach and quite obviously
you don’t.” He walked around you, slowly, bringing his face close to your ear
causing you to flinch “I hacked your servers, I know what happened to everyone
of your team members. And guess what, I want you to understand their pain.
Shall we start with Dr Spencer Reid? I didn’t realise how hard Dilaudid was to
find until this.” He pulled out a full needle.
“No! NO!” you shook your head and did as much as you
could to escape him but it was no use. The sharp scratch of the needle halted
your movement and sound. You let your head drop backwards as the world around
you faded to black.
“Spence.” JJ watched the young agent assess the screen.
He stood wide eyed and silent watching your reaction on the screen. His breath
was heavy and he began to sweat.
“Oh Y/N, I’m so sorry!” he wiped his eyes.
“JJ, take Reid outside for some air.” Hotch stood between
Reid and the screen obstructing his view. “We’ve got Richmond PD at the
safehouse and Garcia is going over the CCTV footage from her journey to the
“You shouldn’t have sent her away.” Derek muttered under
“We did what we thought was right.” Hotch looked
sympathetically at him.
“The woman I love would’ve been safe with me but you and
Strauss sent her away. Alone!” Derek threw his chair backwards and stormed out
of the room.
“Next up Emily Prentiss, I can’t exactly resurrect you
like she was but I read about a brand?” as he pulled out the cattle brand, you
managed to flick your eyes open just enough to catch his eye.
“I hope you rot in hell.” He grabbed you by the hair and
pulled your head to the side, pushing the brand against your shoulder.
“I can’t just sit here and watch this anymore! Please
give me something Babygirl!” Derek looked helplessly at her.
“This man, our unsub, grabs her and puts her into the
back of this taxi. I tracked the number but it’s not a real taxi. The car isn’t
even registered.” Garcia looked defeated and tired. She looked at Derek who
smiled at her appreciatively “But I found where they might be. The signal is
coming from a house here in Quantico. It belongs to David Brookes, 46, retired
policeman. Forced retirement.”
“Jennifer Jareau was subjected to multiple forms of
torture but perhaps my personal favourite was the waterboarding.” With every
assault he became more violent. The beatings in between had made it harder and
harder to stay awake.
“Please. Please stop.” The towel was draped over your
face and the water came pouring down onto you.
“Prentiss, JJ, Rossi; take the back.” Hotch sent the swat
team with them whilst Derek, Spencer and him took the front door.
“David Brookes! FBI open up!” Derek called out waiting
only seconds before kicking the door down.
They swung round each room checking they were clear; after the rooms had
been cleared out they headed towards the small garage at the very end of the
Derek once again kicked the door down, he was on a
mission and he was going to find you.
There was a clattering from outside distracted David. He
swung round quickly and grabbed a shotgun from the shelf.
“Derek! He’s got a shotgun!” you hoped he could hear you.
You didn’t need him running in and getting shot. David stood behind you aiming
the shot gun over your shoulder.
The sound of a gunshot made you jump. But it wasn’t from
the gun next to you, it was from further away. The gun dropped off of your
shoulder and landed next the Daniel’s body. Pulling your head up to where the
gunshot had come from you saw Derek aiming through a small gap in the boarded
Within second the door burst open and the sight of your
team was blissful. You began to cry involuntarily as each restraint was
removed. Derek walked towards you and grasped you in his arms, holding you
close to him. You rested your head against his chest, feeling it move you with
every breath. He laid you on the bed in the ambulance and sat next to you,
holding your hand and stroking your hair.
“I was so scared I was going to lose you. When you were
sent away I realised how hard it was to be without you, and then when you were
taken I couldn’t stand the thought of not having you near me. I love you Y/N
and I know that I have to be with you forever. This isn’t the most romantic of
settings but will you marry me?”
“Of course, I love you too.” You used everything you could muster to
nod and smile. Crying with joy Derek placed one chaste kiss on your forehead.
i hate people keeps saying hyde only loved jackie when he was in love with donna for good part of season 1. he clearly loved her deeply and probably still does until season 5 (he even casually offered to sleep with her in season 4). in season 1 he fell for his girlfriend chrissy, in season 4 he had feelings for the cute black girl and he had feelings for his wife (they were married!). it's selfish of JH shippers to say the only woman hyde ever loved is jackie.
i hate people keeps saying hyde only loved jackie when he
was in love with donna for good part of season 1.
I’m going to analyze this assertion from a fact-based
standpoint, using evidence from the show.
On Friday the 26th of May 2017, I was lucky
enough to see The Cursed Child for the third time, this time with the new cast.
I was sat in E3 stalls, the best view I’ve ever had. Here are my thoughts.
Now, Albus is possibly my favourite character thanks to Sam’s
previous portrayal. He is brilliantly layered and a very interesting character
to watch, so naturally I was intrigued to see what Theo would bring to him.
Theo’s Albus is considerably different to Sam’s in several
ways. He plays him much younger and vulnerable, which I adore. He was quite
nervous at the beginning, but it was only the second time they had performed so
nerves were inevitable, but he soon settled into the swing of the audience and
the stage and took over completely. I really liked his acting. He reminded me
very much of Christopher from TCIOTDITN; he captured his innocence and vulnerability
so well! Not to mention his relationship with Samuel Blenkin (Scorpius) on
stage was just so lovely to watch.
If there’s one thing to critique Theo on, it would be to
work on the relationships with Harry and Ginny. This goes for the actors of
Harry and Ginny too, but with time I think they will be perfect. At the moment
it just felt like actors acting rather than the characters we know and adore. Despite
this, Theo has a lot of potential and will be perfect soon enough!
As a fandom, we were all really nervous about who was going
to play Scorpius. He’s a fan favourite, and we were so lucky to have both
Anthony and James play him in the original cast, and they were extraordinary.
But never fear, Scorpius is in very safe hands!
Samuel is different to the previous actors, but he has kept
the essence of Scorpius very much alive. He was absolutely hilarious, delivering
his iconic lines perfectly and the audience immediately warmed to him. He plays
Scorpius much geekier and more nervous, which I loved, and developed little
mannerisms that had everyone smiling (always fidgeting and using his hands a
lot). Not only was he hilarious, but he managed to break our hearts in the
library scene. I was sat quite close so I could see their faces perfectly, but
you could feel how broken he was after his mother’s death and it genuinely
almost made me cry. He was just spectacular.
I have to say that I had fallen in love with Jamie Parker’s
portrayal of Harry, because he understood the character right through to his bones.
New Jamie was who I was most nervous for.
Jamie Glover plays Harry much quieter than Parker, which
made quite a nice contrast to his fiery and explosive Gryffindor temper. I only
wish he emphasized his temper more, however. Theo has clearly worked hard on
his sly Slytherin temper through his actions and words, but I almost wanted
more anger from Glover. It felt like it was all at the same pace, and he often
overlooked some of Harry’s best lines (“and you’re still talking to me?” “there’s
plenty you’re good at, albus!”) I did enjoy watching him on stage, but he needs
time to develop and understand the character a bit more. I missed Parker’s
screaming as well, the nightmare scenes felt a little anti-climactic, and I
wanted more of a reaction than just quiet sobbing when he watches his parents
Despite this, he was wonderful in the scenes with
Dumbledore. He almost regressed to teenage Harry again and it brought a tear to
Likewise, I was very comfortable with Noma’s Hermione, and
as she is my favourite character I was intrigued to see a new portrayal. And I
really enjoyed it.
She plays Hermione much brighter than Noma and I can’t tell
which way I prefer, the schoolgirl Hermione that we grew up with still exists
and it was lovely to watch. One scene where she shone considerably was the
first alternative reality, instead of being stern and cruel, she was almost
hysterically evil. It was really fun to watch, and Theo’s reaction helped the
both of them act off one another, and it worked fantastically. The scene where
she meets Ron on the staircase was particularly tear-jerking, you could tell
that she was really holding back from sobbing. Not to mention the bit where
Rose jumps into her arms later in the play, honestly one of the most emotional parts
of the production. Rakie held on to Helen for dear life and tears happened. It
just hits you how wonderful Hermione truly is.
Thomas Aldridge: Ron
I wasn’t worried about a new Ron as I had complete faith in
the casting team that they would find someone as funny as Paul, and they absolutely
The only thing that bothers me in TCC in general is that Ron’s
character is only for comedic purposes rather than the brave lion we knew from
the books, but I suppose it worked for comic relief. Despite this, Thomas was
wonderful. He portrayed the lines so well and almost always got a brilliant
response from the audience. Like Rakie, the staircase scene in the first
alternate reality was so beautiful. You could feel the love radiating from the
stage. One moment I had never realized before was in Act One Scene Two, where
he gives James a bag of sweets secretly to stop him from taunting Albus about
the thestrals. It was such a Ron thing to do.
It’s safe to say that we all fell in love with Poppy’s
Ginny, and so I was hoping to see the same portrayal this time.
Emma plays Ginny much more like the feisty book Ginny which
was nice to watch, but she was missing the motherly stance that we all felt at
home with. She did warm up towards the end, particularly in Act Four Scene
Nine, but I wish we had seen this throughout her performance. She just needs
time. Also her relationship with Ron wasn’t as good as I wanted it to be; the
accents were a big signifier of this. Emma herself is from the north so
deliberately had a RP accent, however it didn’t match with Ron, whose dialect
was less perfect. They just need to work on their relationship a bit more,
because I would not have known they were siblings had I never read/seen Harry
Obviously James had had experience as Draco in the previous
cast, so I was assured that he would be fantastic. And he really was.
Like Samuel Blenkin, James really understands the complexity
of his character and it was so lovely to watch. He kept the pride of the
Malfoys whilst giving Draco every bit of recognition and justice that he
deserves. He was particularly brilliant in the duel scene and was hilarious
when he mocked Harry in the EGM. His relationship with Scorpius was lovely as
well, every time they almost hugged it really pulled at our heart strings, so
when they eventually embraced towards the end it was so beautiful. They were holding
each other when watching Lily and James’ death, and I think at that moment it
was like they had also seen Astoria die. I was sobbing.
I had only ever seen Esther as Delphi before and quite
enjoyed her portrayal, but there was always something missing, and so I was
most excited to see Annabel.
She started off so well that I almost forgot who Delphi
actually is. She reminded me very much of Tonks, out of the ordinary and
bubbly, but you could really tell how manipulative she was over Albus. I
suppose Annabel’s height works better for the “I’m flattered” line, as she does
actually look older than the boys. But she really stole the stage in Act Three
Scene Sixteen, where she changed so quickly even I was petrified. She was pure
evil, and so terrifying. I genuinely don’t have the words to say how impressed I
was at her performance. What I really liked was her range of vocal expression
in particular, something Esther sometimes lacked towards the end, and it was
really exciting to experience. I’m so glad this is her permanent role now.
Helen Aluko: Rose
I like Helen as much as I like Cherrelle as Rose. She was
really sweet and showed signs of the fiery Gryffindor within her, but I wish
she had exemplified that a bit more. If Rose had a bigger role in the play,
then I wouldn’t have any complaints! She looked very, very suspicious as young
Hermione towards the Durmstrang Scorpius and Albus, which was a lovely hint to
how it created a ripple in time.
Moaning Myrtle/Lily Potter Sr
I have to talk about April because she was just fabulous as
Myrtle. She had developed her voice so perfectly that it was an almost
identical match to Myrtle in the films, and she was so active and girly on the
sink. I was laughing the entire way through, and everyone loved her.
Madam Hooch, Aunt Petunia, Dolores Umbridge
I also have to talk about Elizabeth because of how good she
was. You could really feel her upset and guilt when she was at Lily’s grave as
Aunt Petunia, and her relationship with Mackley as Dudley was hilarious.
What was most impressive was her Umbridge. She was bloody
spine-chilling. She really exaggerated her laugh and you could feel the whole
audience sink into their chairs.
David Annen: Uncle
Vernon, Severus Snape, Lord Voldemort
I’m not a fan of Snape for many reasons but I actually
really liked Annen’s performance. He delivered the lines perfectly and even I
felt some sort of attachment to him. (Did I really just sympathise with
Snape?!) The patronus scene was stunning, as usual.
He was also very good as Lord Voldemort, he really took his
time walking downstage and through the audience and it was quite horrifying to
Minor roles that
Wonderful as ever. Totally deserving of speaking roles, and was really fun to
watch on stage. I think he yelled “Fleur Delacour, give me more!”, to which he
said was “weak” at stage door!
Brilliant. You could tell he was enjoying every moment on stage, and was really
wonderful as Craig.
Station Master earned lots of laughs. Looks fabulous in a dress.
Really fun as James Potter and kept the “Daaaaaadd” alive. Also brilliant as
In general, the cast just need time to perfect everything.
The performance ran smoothly considering how little time they had to rehearse
and run tech, but they will get better in time.
The polyjuice scene wasn’t as smooth as with the previous
cast but that will come with practice.
During the Cycle song (my favourite part of the play,
admittedly), Theo’s wand had split slightly when it was in the floor. We only
noticed because we were so close. When they eventually pulled it out, the
splintered bit flew across the stage. Also the puff of smoke was a second too
late with the lighting and music. Live theatre, everyone!
Jamie Glover needs to work on his shouting, his voice broke
a bit when he said the iconic “Sometimes I wish you weren’t my son” line, which
affected the atmosphere a bit.
Theo was lovely to watch when seeing Lily Potter with baby
Harry, he almost couldn’t help himself when he walked up to her and waved. It
Seeing Dumbledore for the first time, where he is stood
upstage and walks down to his portrait, is one of my favourite parts of the
play. The audience always has the same reaction, everyone gasps and suddenly
feels at home, and it makes me cry every time. I’m tearing up even thinking
They have a new Krum chant and I can’t remember it!
Something along the lines of “I love Krum, you love Krum…”. I miss the original
Stage door was really quiet, it only went up to the corner
so some of the actors had the time to talk to us for quite a while. (Also I can’t
remember the exact order of who came out!) Everyone signed my programme and I
got photos with the majority.
Emma came out very quickly, I think she was in a rush so I
only asked for a signature and told her she did a good job and she was very
Rupert was really friendly and asked if we enjoyed the play
(I was stood with friends who had seen the play the day before).
I was a bit excited to see James Phoon (not to mention I had
had some wine which made me even friendlier than usual, oops) and I think I
gave him a hug. God damnit, tipsy Immy. Nevertheless, he was so friendly, I
complimented him on his performance and his drag, to which he was SO HAPPY. He
gave me another hug before moving on.
James Howard was lovely as usual and looked so happy when I
told him how much I adored his Draco.
Martin is my new favourite person. He said he was going to
come out with a new fashion line.
Barry is just so lovely and friendly, I got to compliment
him more at this stage door than at cast change which was really nice!
Thomas was so grateful for the compliments, you could tell
how much he loved playing Ron and he said we were very kind.
Jamie was sweet, he seemed quite shy but was happy at our
April is just the cutest thing ever. She was so excited when
we told her she was just perfect as Myrtle and was so lovely!
Rakie was SO lovely. We all praised her and she said she had
big shoes to fill before saying she’s very good friends with Noma and will tell
her that we miss her, but Hermione is in good hands!
Henry Rundle was super friendly and was really happy we
enjoyed the new cast.
I had heard that Theo is quite shy but we got him talking.
He came over with a big smile on his face and I essentially gushed at how
wonderful he was. He was so happy. I asked which Hogwarts house he is
in, to which he laughed and said that he thought he would be a Hufflepuff but
is a Ravenclaw on Pottermore. He says he thinks a lot, but he identifies as a
Hufflepuff! (Yaaaasss) He was so kind and friendly.
Tom Mackley was great as usual, and we had a full on
conversation with him for honestly a good few minutes. My pictures with him are
hilarious, we were laughing at something my friend said.
Samuel was just the sweetest guy. I gushed to him about how
bloody brilliant he is, and he looked so surprised and grateful. It was as if
he wasn’t expecting much of a reaction, but we told him how impressed we were
with his performance and that we are so glad Scorpius is in good hands.
Annabel had friends at stage door so I didn’t ask for a
picture as I knew she was in a rush, but she signed my programme and I told her
she was brilliant and bloody terrifying, to which she said “I think I’ll take
that as a compliment!”
To anyone about to see the new cast, or to anyone that is a
bit apprehensive, give them time. They didn’t have nearly as much rehearsal time
as the original cast (who also could rehearse in the theatre itself, so they
had all the time to perfect it all!) and only had 4 days of tech, so they have
done considerably well! All I can say is go in with an open and fresh mind and
embrace the new portrayals of characters, and remember that actors only get
annual contracts so you can’t get attached to the ways characters are
performed! Just give the new cast time, and when you see them just be as
friendly as possible in the audience. Our audience was quite quiet (except for
myself and my internet friends sat in front of me who laughed at everything),
so give the new cast a metaphorical warm hug and they will be so thankful.
WARNING-Murder and violence against a man and a woman are in this imagine. Along with some other sensitive content is discussed in this imagine, proceed with caution. Thank you!
“Oh cmon y/n you two together are absolutely killer cute!” I chuckled as Eric wrapped his arm around my shoulder pulling me closer to him. Eric and I had been together for a little over one year. We met by complete accident, through my brother Dylan. He had Eric and Nate over while our parents were out of town, that is where it all started. Eric was given the cash by Nate to go out and buy more cheap drinks, I thought maybe Eric wasn’t really fit to drive. So I offered to drive and he could go in and negotiate with the cashier/good friend. He slurred out a chuckle and “I think I can drive better drunk than you sober hun.” I grimaced at him and walked up to jerk the keys out of his hand, he tugged his arm away from my grasp and held the keys above his head. This prompted my shouting fit for Dylan and Nate, as soon as I began to shout he began to shush me. He got closer and closer until finally he mashed his lips against mine in a sloppy attempt of a kiss. We held that pose until Dylan and Nate both appeared and began to shout. Eric pulled away with a smirk as Nate held Dylan away from Eric while I giggled like a giddy school girl. This prompted Dylan to begin shouting obscenities like “GET THAT GODDAMN SMIRK OFF YOUR FACE REB! SHE IS A DAMN SOPHOMORE!!”
With that Eric and I became closer and closer, Dylan hated it but eventually got used to it. He would always check up on the both of us, making sure Eric was treating me well. It always made me smile when Dylan would mumble “How are you…two doin?” It was a little cute how much he cared about the both of us. Of course some people were not exactly “supportive” of our relationship. Columbine was a shit place to be to begin with, but when you were on the lower end of the food chain it was survival of the richest. If you weren’t dumb, a jock, a bimbo, or rich you were total shit in the eyes of everyone else. We were the underdogs, Me, Nate, Brooks, Dyl, Eric, Brandi, Robyn, and Chris. Dylan didn’t really intentionally drag me into the “trench coat mafia” it just kinda happened when Eric and I got together. A large part of me loved the fact that we were the underdogs, but I also want to be accepted. I hate when they pick at us for being together, they always call me the “cover up” or my personal favorite “the crazy dyke bitch.” How can I accomplish being a dyke while I have a boyfriend?
“Y/n am I walking you home?” Eric whispered into my ear as I lay my head on his chest during free hour. “Yeah, you’re still grounded from the firework stunt?” He laughed as he looked over to Dylan, I could feel his smirk “Yep, no car for at least another couple days babe.” He rubbed my back as we sat together, not even attempting to hide our relationship. We all lived outside town, well only one of us didn’t and that was Brooks. “Cmon up with you baby, you have 1 more class then home.” I groaned not moving from his warm welcoming body, he was always so warm. “I don’t wanna go babe.” I whined as I moved to face him. He smiled down at me as I stretched out like some sort of cat, this caused him to chuckle. “Kiss me harris.”I demanded and with that he blushed and leaned down and pressed his soft lips against mine. “Guy’s cmon I am right fuckin here. Have some shame!” Dylan joked as Eric pulled “Your sister makes me lose all shame V, sorry.” I laughed as Eric pulled a sly grin making Dylan scoff as he pulled himself off the bleachers to go into AP Calc. “It’s just gym, just say you feel sick and sit out baby.” Eric groaned as he kissed my forehead. “You know that isn’t the problem reb.” He nodded as I leaned up and watched him gather his stuff, “I’ll wait outside the west downstairs exit, okay baby?” I nodded and stood up to give him a hug as everyone piled into the gym. “I love you hun.” He wrapped his arms tight around my waist and gave me a sloppy kiss on the neck “Just think about that until we get to your place, Loves baby.” With that he jogged down the stairs and suddenly as he reached the bottom turning back to wink and do that god forsaken lip bite. I raised my eyebrow as he smiled and turned away just as the warning bell began to ring.
I tapped my foot as I stood waiting outside West downstairs exit, then I saw Dylan running towards me with a panicked face. “Y/n it’s Eric, h-he’s fighting Garret fuckin Walker.” My jaw hit the sidewalk as Dylan Grabbed my wrist and tugged me to the smoker’s pit. I ran faster than I ever have, pushing past countless people to see Eric laying on the ground. I jumped between them without thinking and caught Garret’s fist to the side of my head. I was only out for a couple seconds because when I came to Eric was hovering over me with only rage behind his eyes. I could still hear voices around us mumbling in shock, “I’ll kill him.” was the only words falling from Eric’s mouth. “You o-okay babe?” I asked still setting up in the dirt with a grin, he smirked “Am I okay, you caught a fist to the fuckin temple.” I chuckled and looked at the crowd around us. “Y’all got a fucking problem? Get the fuck outta my face.” I boomed as Eric stood above me sneering at the cluster of shit heads around us. He lowered his hand to me as an offering of help up. “Thanks babe.” I said as I took his hand, he pulled me up and dusted my back off. I saw Dyl leaning against the pole with a smile, I flipped him the bird. “Hey hey, you saved Eric’s fuckin nose from that whopper of a punch.” I chuckled and looked at Eric as he looked down at the ground with a frown. “Go on home Dyl, I gotta talk to Reb.” He tossed his hand up and I smiled waving him away.
“Are you for real y/n?” Eric asked as I looked around the parking lot “Yeah it’s possible, everyone is cleared out and it would only take a second.” Eric started walking to the north entrance and I followed in suit. We pushed past the big metal doors and looked around, way too obviously nervous. He headed up stairs as I followed behind like a good little soldier. We said nothing until we reached the main office doors. He looked at me as he pushed the door open to an empty dark office. He smiled at me and walked over to the desk and sat in the swivel chair. Waking up the old computer as he tapped his feet nervously “I’ll stand watch outside the door, write it down on a sticky note and keep the pen.” I said kissing him roughly and sauntering out the door. Only 8 minutes later he came out and grabbed me by the arm pulling me into his arms kissing me roughly “You’re so hot, you know that?” I smiled as he ran his thumb over my cheek. “Let’s fucking go baby.” I whispered as I looked in his eyes with a sort of lust that isn’t describable with words.
Eric paced back in fourth as we stood in Garret’s back yard. “We are gonna walk in, I am gonna knock the absolute fuck out of him and we leave. Simple as that hun.” Eric shook his head and stopped “That’s too easy to actually work y/n.” I grunted and stood up off the swing in frustration “Fine, I’ll go by my damn self.” I stood up and made for the back door, Eric didn’t say anything most likely out of shock. I flung open the door, knowing full well his parents were gone and his room was upstairs. I made my way up the stairs quietly and paused at the last door on the right. I took a deep breath and opened the door, he was setting on his bed.
“Hey honey.”I said with a smile. His mouth was open as I walked over to him and straddled his hips, “You’re one hell of a man baby.” I whispered into his ear and begin to kiss his sickly salty neck. He groaned and mumbled something like “Mhm why are you here?” I giggled and kissed on his neck, “Just for this babe.” I stabbed my knife into his fucking gut, twisting it as he coughed. I couldn’t help but smile as I yanked it out and pulled myself off his lap. He fell forward busting his face on the floor, then made quick work of this and flipped him on his back so he could look up at me. I sat on his hips yet again and looked into his shock and pain filled eyes. “You should never hit a lady Garret.” I said with a small smirk and with that I drug my knife across his throat stopping right below his block chin. Slowly I began to push it into his neck, and it was much easier than I thought it would be. He began to sputter as his mouth filled with blood. I smiled as I let the knife stick out of his neck, I pulled away to gently caress his cheek as the life drained from his big brown eyes. He lay there as I hummed “Ring of fire” by Johnny Cash. I pulled the knife out with a odd squelishing sound, and stood up stuffing the knife in my pocket. I turned to the door to see a petrified Eric. “W-what have you done y/n?”
Hope you guys enjoyed! If you have any requests or comments feel free to send them my way-Erica<3
Chris and I had been together for 3 years, I used to live with him in jersey but my parents decided it was time for a change and moved to London. I, of course, followed them not knowing how stupid I was. They even told me I could keep the family house for myself but at the age of 18, I wasn’t ready to part with them. Leaving Chris was hard but I knew that if we both really loved each other we could make it work. It was my birthday next month and my parents were trying to plan things for me but it was the last thing I wanted. I knew that Chris would be busy around and that I wouldn’t be able to spend my special day with him and we hadn’t seen each other in person for months. I missed him like crazy.
“We could go to Alton Towers?” My dad suggested
“Don’t be silly she hates rides, what about dinner? Or lunch if dinner is too formal?”
I was barely listening to them as my mind was taken over by the thoughts of Chris. “I’m just gonna go upstairs.” I left my seat practically running up the stairs to my room and shut the door behind me and slid down the door. I could still hear my parents talking as my eyes welled up and I sat against the door.
“What’s up with her?”
“Oh, I think she just misses Chris, he’s been busy with work lately.”
“I don’t know why they are together anymore really, it’s never gonna last if they are so separate”
“Ow, that hurt!”
“You can’t say that, Y/N loves him so much I reckon she is more likely to move than let that happen.”
A tear fell down my face as I listened to them chatter about me. I pulled out my phone and found on Chris’ contact and pressed the call button. I held the phone to my ear as it rang before he said “Hello”
“Hey Chris,” my sobbing was evident when I spoke.
“What’s going on? Are you okay?”
“I miss you so much Chris”
“I know, I miss you too.” His tone saddening slightly
“Maybe I should just move back to Jersey.”
“No Y/N, you can’t just leave, where would you stay anyway?”
“I don’t know, I would find somewhere obviously”
“Well, I am coming to see you soon anyway. I made some arrangements so I can be there on your birthday,” Positivity ran through his words.
“Really? That’s all I get? Why aren’t you happy?”
“I just, how is this ever gonna last if we aren’t together. I can’t spend the rest of my life skyping you and sending messages, I’m miserable a lot of the time because I’m not with you.”
“I know Y/N but I don’t want to talk about this now. I want to talk to you face to face about it.”
“What do you mean?”
“I have already booked the flights, three weeks from now we will be together and we can talk about it then yeah?”
“How long are you staying?”
“At least a week but I’m not sure yet, Okay?”
“Okay. I love you”
“Love you too”
The next few weeks went by agonisingly slowly, the more excited I became the further away he seemed but it was finally happening. It was the night before I would see Chris and I couldn’t contain my feelings. I was excited, nervous, scared and happy all at the same time. I didn’t know that was possible but somehow, I managed it.
The later into the night the more nervous I became. I started to question whether this would be the last time Chris came over to visit me. Before I let my thoughts get the better of me I decided to go to sleep, I brushed my teeth, washed my face and laid out my clothes for the next day so that I could leave as soon as I woke up. I curled up underneath my duvet trying to keep warm and eventually I drifted off.
I locked my car door and walked inside. I checked my watch for the time, I was a little bit late but oh well, maybe I wouldn’t have to wait as long. I walked to arrivals and saw the people pouring out of the gate but I couldn’t seem to find Chris. Still after waiting until the kerfuffle had died down there was no sign of him until I looked elsewhere. I walked over to the baggage claim area and there he was, lifting up his suitcase off of the conveyor belt. All of my worries instantly went away when I saw him. I ran up towards him as he rolled his suitcase away, still not noticing me and he saw me just before I got to him. His face lit up as I practically jumped on top of him, he swung me around in the air before letting me down on the ground and we gently intertwined our hands and pressed his forehead up against mine.
“I missed you so much”
“I missed you more,” he said. I knew that this time I wasn’t going to let him leave me again. I needed to persuade him to move or I would have to. It was a decision, and I wasn’t backing out of it. Home is wherever he is.
1 + 2) When did you discover your love for Raúl Esparza? and what was the first thing you saw him in?
Well I decided to watch Hannibal as I was (and still am) a big Richard Armitage fan but I also loved the silence of the lambs so it looked like something I’d enjoy, but totally by accident I just fell in love with chilton. So after a quick google I ended up binge watching all of seasons 14 to 17 of SVU (which has replaced my dear L&O UK which was cancelled *cries*) and then started getting involved in the fandom as season 18 was airing which wasn’t that long ago at all! #newbie
3) Which is your favourite Raúl character face? This classic
4) Would you die for Raúl Esparza?
5) What are your current top 3 favourite Raúl songs?
Well I mean Being Alive obviously but I also love Hallelujah and a multitude of Amy’s cause he says my name ya’ll
6) How many seconds can you go without thinking about Raúl Esparza
Hahahaha it’s 24/7 fools
7) Do you prefer beardy Raúl or clean-shaven Raúl (does this exist??) or stubbly Raúl?
RARE STUBBLY RAÚL IS WHERE IT’S AT
8) Rafael Barba insults you in your workplace, what do you do
I would shut that bitch down that’s what I’d do (I also would totally not be aroused at all)
9) What is one of your favourite Raúl outfits pray tell? Come on we all know this is peak Raúl
but also this shit, I mean wtf is it?
10) What is one of your favourite Raúl character outfits? Anything with suspenders, but especially this one as it’s my icon, I love pastel blue….
11) What is your favourite Raúl character? I adore Chilton, he’s such as sweetie, but I also have a special place in my heart for David Ostrowski that minor character he plays in like 1 episode of medium lol I don’t know why, I would just die for him.
12) If you had to choose between never hearing Raúl’s voice again and never seeing his beautiful face (OR BODY OR ANY BODY PARTS) again which would you choose?
I’m sorry as much as I love his voice I cannot contemplate a world where I don’t get to see his gorgeous face again (I mean was it carved by angels? wtf) or those arms, or veins, or tum I JUST CAN’T IT’S TOO MUCH