i want to know this man in real life

anonymous asked:

Which Austen book/movie do you think had the most sexual tension?

Persuasion, hands down.

Think about it: every other novel depends wholly upon the uncertainty of the heroine being unaware of the hero’s romantic interest for some portion of the novel, with misunderstandings and difficulties largely brought on by the structure of Proper Courtship where it was generally considered inappropriate for either party to display too much obvious inclination until a proposal was actually made. (Marianne’s quick and clear affection for Willoughby makes a lot of people uncomfortable. Fanny Price is commended for her placid response to Henry Crawford’s flirtations. Elizabeth Bennet doesn’t even begin to remotely consider Darcy as a marital prospect until after he’s proposed and been rejected with some of the sickest burns ever committed to the page.)

But Persuasion. Ah, Persuasion. Anne has already previously accepted and then rejected Wentworth before the novel even starts. The whole book already exists at the level of tension we see reached when Lizzy runs into Darcy unexpectedly on her visit to Pemberley. That’s the whole book.

And it gets better.

Anne didn’t reject Wentworth because she couldn’t fuckin’ stand him, the way Elizabeth chewed off Darcy’s ear for being a dillhole to Jane and (she thinks) to Wickham. Anne loved Wentworth, and he loved her. They were devoted to each other. It’s the fact that she broke off the engagement despite this that rankles, for both of them. The attraction was there. It was acknowledged. It was allowed to burn wild and bright for that brief, delicious time before Lady Russell’s doubts and concerns seized hold of Anne and persuaded her to wreck his happiness, and her own. No, they were both fully aware of how much they wanted each other, and they were like “yeah, let’s get married, it’ll be great, I love you so much, oh God you’re so attractive, you’re amazing, I want to spend the rest of my life with you, you’re everything I could ever want.”

It was real and undeniable. They cannot unsay any of it. And then it was over.

[SAD TROMBONE]

And that’s just the backstory.

So despite Wentworth being hella difficult for Anne to read, and her own shattered expectations and self-esteem leading her to believe that of course he’s over her and totally into Louisa Musgrove, why wouldn’t he be, she’s young and cute and so many things Anne is not…we still get to watch Anne burn for this man after eight years apart and know that that’s a fire that’s never going to go out for the rest of her life, if time and distance and hopelessness and even the attentions of other charming young men in Captain Benwick and Mr. Elliott haven’t managed to put out those flames.

And on the re-read we can pick up on every look and cue from Wentworth which we then know to be signs of the fact that he is as helplessly lost to his desire for this person as he was nearly a decade earlier. He wants to believe otherwise and tries to act as if it is–and in a classic case of over-compensation gives rise to hopes and expectations from Louisa Musgrove which then very nearly lock him into an attachment which would surely divide him from Anne forever. And even when he feels himself safe from that, he confronts the possibility of Anne being taken by a rival in Mr. Elliott, and can only watch, rather than give a clear sign of his intent. After all the time that has passed, he is now in the position Anne was in at the beginning of the book, and must painfully struggle to weigh his own doubts against his desires. The no-liking-each-other-too-much-until-you-pop-the-question courtship rules still apply, and an open and happy flirtation at this point is not in their natures as individuals–they’re older than most other heroes and all other heroines. They know the risks. They’ve seen happiness slip away, before, and wonder if it is lost forever. Their emotional stakes are higher. He cannot bear to ask again, face to face.

The misery. The agony. The helpless and resentful eyefucking. That LETTER.

I͚̞̖ ̗̮͈̰̬͇͙c̺̗̮a̗̗̤̜ṉ̯ ̦͔̞̫̟l̯͎͇i̮̱͓̹̭̝͍̥s͓̣̱͎͉̙̻̱̩t͖̠e̼͍̻̣̼n̪̜̮̟̖ ̼̣̼̱̩n̬̳o̩̱̪̟͚̟̲ ̪̺̺l̗̦o͉̝̺̳̤̺̬̻ͅn̗̤̦̥̥͔g̗̰e̜r͎̙̲͚̥̫͇̰ ̜̻͎͈i̘̻̲̫͖̘̫n̩̳̻̮̳̪ ̖̳̳̬̭s̩i̹̩̗̻̘l̹͚e͈̮͖͚͈̫n͔̣̰̯̝̠̤̝c͚͍̙͈̱͉̗͇e̤̭̯̳̹̳.̘̖̫̩̭̻̤͖̱ ̳̞I͓̞̣ ̦̗̼͙͙͎̗͚m͚͙͖̜̜u͈̱̦̩s͓̰͚͎t̼͕̬͈̗̫ ̝͉͕̯̣͈ͅs͖̼͓̤͎͚̮p̲͇̮͓̩e͍̦̹͉͕̠͎̠a̻͎̝̭̜k͉̫̭̣ ̫̣̲̜͙͉̳t̺͚͔̜̗o̫͓̩̝ ̯̻̙̱y͕̳̘̺͎̞o͍̮u̲̭̙̦ ̺̦͎̬̦̣̤

b̩̹͖y̦̝͙̣̮̦̫ ̼̪s̜̜̼͓̝̣͉̺ṵ̼̦̪c͕̝̝h̝̞͈̻̺̩̼̬̩ ͕̺̟͓ͅm͖͈̣̰͍̫̦e̫͕͇̗̳̩̣̠a̬͕̭͕ͅn̖ͅs̲͕͉̙̥͉̠͙ͅ ̤̳̞̖̼̥̰a̗̗̹̰̳̟̙s̭̭͍̦͎͙ͅ ͇̭̰a̱̩͈r͍̦̟̣͚͙̱e̠̟̬̮ ̘w͔̩͈̩̠̮̭̘i̳̻̯͙̦̼t͇̖̹̙̩h͎̣͎̖̩̬̥̪̦i̙n͚̫͈̗̘ ̱̺m̯̜̬͈y̹̟̝̱̼̝̰̘ ̖̞̪̪̦̭r̮̝̙̻̣̯e̳̮̦͚̞̣a̱̞c̠̞̝͎̥̯͚͍ḥ͎̟̯.͎̪̬̟̻̥͉̦͙
̭̭͕̲̫̖̜
͙̰̬͓̪̹͈ͅY̰̯̟̜͎̼̳͖̱o̘̜̞̣̭̥u̩͎̰̣̤̻͚͙ ̫̲̻̲̜͈p̱̹̯i͎e͈̣̩̠̲̖r̳͉̺c̩͔͉̩̤̥͉̲e͎̗ ̞̠̮̲̝̠̤̜m̯̙̹̖̗̺y̤̺͙̼̮ ̮s͇͔͔̦̮̤o̯͖̥̭͓͍̤ͅu͔̥̩̯̻̖̙̲l̟͎.̤͕ ̰̼̘I̭̝̫ ͚̠̝̜a̮̮̘m̝̖͖̫͙͖̟ ͔̳̯̟̺h̗͖̩̬̟̱͓a̺̳͔̲͈l̙̺̙͓̞f͍̠ ̠̞̘̮̩a̲̝̬̟g̪͖̲͙o̩͚n̩̞̹y̗̖͔̪̮͚̹̻,̖̩̬̗̣͇̺̹ ̥̙͇̜͓̙̠̰͎h͕̮̪͕ạ͙̰̠͓l͚͙͚̤͇̮f͉̰̝͈̳͍̖ ̭̘ḥ̞o̗̲͎̩̜̙p̭e͖̮̼̱ͅ.̻̳ ̙̣͍͍̦̩̼͓̯

T̻̣̖̼͍͉̝e̳̮̯̘̜͖l̪̰l͕͕ ̼͈͉̻̙̗̰̬m̟̬̙̫ͅḙ̬̰̲̦̮̜ ̣̲̘n̺̰̦̟͍͔̫o͙̬͓̗̫̻̻̱t̻̘̰̜̖̦̜͈ ͖͇̜͚̣͍t̳̞̼h̗̹͓̮̖̲̟͕a̫̞̖̣̳̩ͅt͈͚̩ ̝̤̗̲̭̫̭I̪͙͙ͅ ̝̜̭͚̙̞a͉̹͖̫͔̪̮m̯̘͇̪ͅ ̳͍̩t̠͈̻͚̩͇͚o̩̭o̘̦̝̙ ̰̬̠͓̠͚̙̹̹l͚͕͍a̰͎t̖̭̥ẹ͈̝,̩̲͓̖̘͇͎ ̻̲̬̲ț͔͎̹̪͍h̘͔̙̝a͇t̫͎͙͖ ̬̩͇̫̮s͖͉̘̙u͔̹͚c͕̣̝͙͍h͖̤̲̱̟ͅ ̖̺͔̠̰̬p͈̤͔̖̯ṛe͚͙̯̖c̝͔͙͉i̻o̖͙̠u̜̬̦̹̻̫ͅș̝̪̹̝̦̩̼ͅ ̦̥͉̞͉͚̗f͇̪e̝̰̠̝ẹ̹͔͉̟̤l̻͖͔̜͇̝ͅi̟̘͎̦͈̞̱n̲̮̤̤͉͈̬g̱͓͖͕̣̯͚͙s̱ ̩̯̲̪͕̩a̪̠͓͈̩ͅr͓͚e͍͇͖ ̹g̳̖͎͙͉͇͎̯o͓n̘̜͈̫e̲̥̥̞͖̩ͅ ̭̺f͓̺̮͈͚̼̲o̼̝r͖̰̩̞̺̼̮̰̪ ̗̮e̼̬̹̳͕̼̤v̲̝e͙̤͎ṟ̙̘̱.͕̞̥͙̝
̘̭̪͙̙̥̲̗
̰̺̮̗̳̭̹I̺̼͎͕ ̳̖̘͇͚̦̳͉o̞̥̥̞̘̗̗f̜̱̞͔͕̹͙f̟̹̖̺e̲̬͉̥r̲͚̣̘̪͓̫̳̹ ̙͚͍̘͍̘̦m̪̫͔̼̙͔̯͕y͎̖̯͇s̞e̺̣͓̻̗͎̹͇̻l̙̣̮͈f͖̩̫̱̤͙̘ ̝̩̥͖̞̜͉̻͎t͇̳͈̳o̙̜̳͎̣ ͕̤̣y̱̞̦͈̳̥o͚u̦̭̥͔ ͈̹̗̮a̠̺͓͕͖g̤͇̟͍a͚̱͉̯̬͍̘i͚̣̣̻̥n̞͍̜̗̝͓ ̤̠̹̪̳͉̪͓w̼̭̠̭̝i͖̭t͎͕̮̭ẖ̟̱ ͉̩a̗͇̪ͅ ̩̥̺̱̱̦h̺̝͕͓̠e͈̜̮̪a͚̦̦͇͔̗͙̝͈r͖͔̜̠̰̥t̬̥̻̭͕̬ ̦͇̠͎̱͓͎e̥̙̠̥̼̩͎̘͍v̩͙e͎̭̺̫̥n͍͚̙̺̼ ̘̰̱m̗̲̯̞͇o̝͈͓̰͇r̹̤̞̙͕e͙͍̦̦̦ͅ ̱͔͇̩͓y̻̖͚̱̼ͅo̜̯̗u̦̲̦͎̙̬̭r̼̲̗̟̯̟̱͓ ̗͖o̜͍̤̩͓̲̬ͅw͈̳͎̩̪̤͓͍͎n͖͍͈͔̪͖͔ ͇̳͔̫̮͙̭͕

t̤͕h̲̲̩̱a̪͚͚̞͈͈͉ͅṇ̝̪̞̰̦͎ ͍̺̼̳̦̜w̝̹̖h͉̥̟̝e̮̞͇͕̩͉̰̮n̘͓̜͙ ̙ͅy͕̗͇͎͙͉̹̻o̖͈͈ͅu̺̱͈ ̮̥͍͍͓a̝̮̱l̥̩̤̹m͖̻o̻͚̯s͚͎̳̻͙t̟̹ ̱̹̤̝̞ͅb̰͍̺̜ͅr̤̙͍̹̯͎̻o̥͚͇̻k̹e̟͍̪͎͖ ̱̝̭̥̠i̠̝̬̙̲̤t͇͚̺̯̣̮̜͚ͅ,̙̣̭͓̭̮ͅ ̗̰̞̳͕͔e̦̱̹i̺̙̰͕̲͓̜ͅg̖̯͈͇͔̣h̻̻̺̼͉͍͇̞t̠̝̦̮̟͈ ̤̩̦̻̥y͕̼e̺͉͖a̭r͎̜̻̯͖s̺ ̰͔a͚̗̰̞̺̣n͕̳̜̲̰̱̮ͅd̮ ̲̳͉̙̲̙a͖̞͕͍̗ ̝̲͖̖h͈͈̮͉̯̱̪a̺̖̼̘̯̳͕̼̩ḻ͚̩̰̪̻̞͙f̺̫̻̬͓̩͇̜ ̖̮a͎̯̣͍̻̲̺g̞͖̹̭̻͓̻̥ͅo̺̲̯͔̪̹͖̭.̭͓̮̖
̞̞̜̩̮̖
͚͍̮̟D̹̺̺͚͎͈a̱̫͕͕̩̞r̭̟̖̤͍̘e̫̞̞͉̖̮̳̣ ̼̱̜ͅn͙o͇̮̰̫̠̺t͕̱̜͎ ̟͕̩̼̙s̹a͖͉y͓̣ ͕̩̠̗t̟͈͍͚h͕͕͖̣̟a̤̹̯̗̪͕t̮̳͓ ͎̳̰̳̙̹͙ṃ̟͕̟ͅa̪̩n̥̲͇̺̞̖̰̫ ̫̖̯̜̼͖͖̼f̟̮̪̖̞o̯͉̝͚r̺̭̞͕g͕̹̤̖̣̤e͖̦̜̘t̺̮s̳̯̳̻̘̟ͅ ̻̜̻̱͉s͍͙̟͇̜̦̬͍o̬̪͔̟o̖̠̺͙̺̯̘͙n̼̫̥̮̬̜̞͖e̤̹͇͇̼r̬̻̰̻̻̹ͅͅ ͇̠ṭ̪̰͈̪̥͙̫h̫͕̙̞̟͍͖̺a̬̭̼̲n̹͙̮̹͚̘̞ ̜̺̤̪w͇̦͖̦͕ͅo̫̪̦͎̜̭m̜͕̹a͉͚̮̫n̪̥̣͖,̠̣ͅ ̺̺̪̠̮̘̮ͅͅ

t̫̳͎͙͎̩̹͕h̙̬̦̟̣̝̜̹a̟̠̖͍̜t̘̣͉͍̤̦̮ ͔̲̹̤̤̝̮͔̠h͖̲̲̣i̜̲͈ͅs̝̠̪̭̝̭̳ ̪̤͓̗̣̩̺l͔̺̱̼͇͕̩o͖̠͖͖v͓̫̤̲̬̳̳͔e̟̮͖̩̲̯̻ ̹͕h̼͚̠̘̺̖a̯̰s͍̹̠͔̠ͅ ̟͈̞̩̳͉̮ͅa͔̺̹̟̼̲̝̦n̳̖͕ ̣̗͍͎͇e͓͉̦̺ͅa͔̰r̠̺͖̝̗̼̼̘l̻̘͕̤̯̩̟̙i͔͚͙̠͓̥ẹ̯͙̼͙ͅr̲͈͉ ̣ḏ̲̯̟̪͇e̳͓̫̲̻͚a̯t̲̭̬̻̯̥̼̭h̠̘.͍̰ ͚͍

Ị̱̻ ̙̭͇̗̟̠͓̠h̲̳͎a͍̠̤̗̠̰̝v̙̘̖̼͖e̞̻̟̹̣̣̭ ̠̱͍̯͈l̹͇̗̣̙͈͈̩̰o͎̭̝v͈͕e̠̳̗͓͍̺ḓ͍͔̯̖̹̼ ̹̼̳͙̗̘̬n̳͕̰̻̲̰̖͉o̬͉n͚̭ͅe͚̮̯ ̺̺b̥̬̩̼̣͈̻̺͖u̫͖͖̦̪̜̠̱t̲̤͓̩ͅ ̙̮̣̜y͚͎̘̭̤̼̞̞o͔̩̭u̖̩͍̫̤͖.̠̬̞̰͍

Originally posted by kickinyoass

ladiekatie  asked:

I see and love your american assassin/sterek au list. but consider... American Assassin!Stiles and Everybody Wants Some!Derek. Stiles the super high tense military man, who has worked his whole life in the field and doesn't know what a real home is and Derek the super chill frat boy that never really grew out of it plays softball with his coworkers but takes it way too seriously. They meet while Stiles has an unusual break and decides to go home to see his parents graves. and Stiles is (1/?)

Stiles is walking through town seeing how little it’s changed since the last time that he was here, probably like 5 years before. And Somehow he runs into Derek and maybe they were friends in kindergarten before Stiles was shipped off to who knows where after his parents died. And their such juxtapositions that they hate each other? like Stiles was so fun loving and happy as a kid and now he has a murder-y vibe about him, and derek had so much potential to be a professional ball player (2/?)

but he blew his knee in college and his career is over. so now he just bums around, he’s got a part time job a few places, but he isn’t very good at one thing or another. They fucking hate each other. and somehow, they keep bumping into each other. and some-fucking-how they are at the same restaurant at the same table together, and they’re both nervous because this is not a date, nope. IT’S NOT A DATE OKAY?!?! but Derek manages to make Stiles crack a smile, and maybe seeing Stiles so taken (3/?)

care of by his job makes Derek want something more from his life of living paycheck to paycheck. Soooo, Derek starts feeling Stiles out, asking for career advise and maybe taking the jobs he has now more seriously? while Stiles hasn’t felt so light talking to someone in years, and he keeps trying to find ways to talk to Derek because he makes him feel /happy/. And then SOMEHOW they end up on a real date. and that date goes all the way to Derek’s apartment. *Wiggles eyebrows* (4/?)

Stiles break gets extended, and they spend more and more time together. Stiles realizes he’s falling for Derek a little bit? and Derek realizes that despite his broody demeanor, he can really see him and stiles being something long term. And Stiles is called into go to work, and he takes off without really telling Derek. Derek doesn’t know what he does, he wouldn’t understand, and Stiles really has to get away from him because he can’t fall in love. He isn’t enough for anyone, especially (5/?)

Derek. So he leaves… and he tries not to look back, but he dreams about Derek at night. Both sexy and not sexy dreams. He even dreams about them having a fucking house together with dog and a little girl. like. fuck he’s in deep. and it affects his mission. when he finishes, his bosses are like “this isn’t you stilinski” and he’s like “no, not anymore. I’m out.” and after some yelling and threats to and from stiles, he leaves. He goes home and tries to find Derek but he can’t find him. (6/?)

He goes around to all the shops he works at and they all tell him he skipped town a few days ago. after getting his number, he tries to call, but derek won’t answer and stiles starts to worry that someone found out who he was to stiles and kidnapped him. So Stiles uses his army/assassin contacts to find him. He’s in San Diego. so Stiles goes to san diego and is tracking derek onto UCSD campus and bursts into a lecture hall to find… derek… in class??? (7/?)

Derek is super embarrassed and sends Stiles to his apartment with promise they’ll talk after class. So Stiles goes, and when Derek comes back they talk. Turns out Stiles leaving lit a fire under derek’s but to be better. because he thought Stiles left becuase he was such a deadbeat. and then Derek asks “Why did you bust into my lecture hall with a gun?” and that’s when Stiles tells derek what he does… did. love confessions ensue. happily ever after ensues after that. (8/?)

Once Derek graduates, and once Stiles finds a job he can do (ptsd makes it hard to find a job) they buy a house, get a dog. a few years later, Derek is teaching at BHHS, and is the baseball coach. He takes himself more seriously than he ever has. they adopt a little girl. Stiles hasn’t touched a gun in years, and he can sit in a room without being on high alert. He can relax. EVERYTHING IS SUNSHINE AND RAINBOWS. (9/9)

KATIE I WOULD READ 100K OF THIS JFC.

ALL THE STEREK AUS. I love it. I was reading them as each message came in just like… YES WHAT’S NEXT.

Originally posted by maruminn

  • yoongi, half asleep: uh, man, i wanna sleep some more...
  • hoseok: what if i told you're still dreaming?
  • yoongi: lol really?
  • hoseok: yeah, this is a dream
  • yoongi: does that mean i can do whatever i want and it will have no harm in my actual real life?
  • hoseok: i guess
  • yoongi: oh
  • yoongi: hobi i think we need to have a serious conversation
  • yoongi: it's a dream anyway
  • yoongi: i want you to fuck me ok i know we're like best friends and i shouldn't be saying this but i've been passing my days horny because of you i think you might like it
  • hoseok: uh, dude
  • yoongi: what
  • hoseok: it's not a dream
  • hoseok: i was just playing with you
  • yoongi:
  • hoseok:
  • yoongi:
  • hoseok:
  • yoongi, a professional, pretending to be a sleepwalker waking up from an usual nap: DUDE GUESS WHAT I JUST HAD THE FUNNIEST DREAM

Not to get real emo but it’s so hard to tell people you’re struggling with loneliness. Like it’s often misinterpreted so people will be like ‘you just need a man in your life’ or ‘you need to be more outgoing’ but that’s just the tip of the iceberg. And it’s so hard to tell a loved one bc I don’t want them feeling like they’re ‘not enough’ you know. Like sometimes I just feel really lonely even when I’m w a bunch of people I love and i know it’s prob Depression but damn idk

HELLO EVERYBODY THIS DRAWING MADE ME REALLY SAD BECAUSE I LOVE GYRO BYE

She Likes (Bittersweet Love)

A part of the drabble series When Two Worlds Collide for the 500 Followers Celebration.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader x Sebastian Stan

Summary: Bucky is scared that another man was better at making you happy. 

A/N: A continuation of Double Take. This is the last part of the drabble series (though let’s be real, this one is not a drabble)!! Thank you guys for being the most awesome readers a writer could ever wish for, thank you for following me and reading my stuff, you have no idea how happy you guys have made me.

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Yours, Unfaithfully [Chapter 5]

Originally posted by got7-ijb-imjaebum

Chapter 5 of Yours, Unfaithfully

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4


Jaebum felt the room spin as he tried to grasp what Jackson was telling him. He didn’t love you. Not like Jaebum did.

“But the real reason I wanted to talk to you was that I want to know if you’d be my best man? You’re my best friend and I know how much you mean to Y/N. Honestly, there’s no one else in the world I’d want there with me”.

Jaebum felt nauseous. He WAS special to you. The most special person in your life. To have to stand right next to Jackson as he married the love of his life was the worst scenario he could ever imagine. But Jackson was his best friend. He was his first real friend. He was always there for him no matter what. How could he turn his back on him?

The promise he made you about tonight suddenly floated to the from of his mind… along with another vital piece of information, no one but him knew about yet. Not even you.

“JB… did you hear me? Will you?”


Jaebum fiddled with the small box he had tucked away in the center compartment of his car for some months now.

Waiting for 25. His new favorite number. 25 meant being with you the way he wanted. 25 meant asking your father’s permission to put this ring on your finger and love you the way you deserved for the entirety of both your lives.

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Hangover

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Featuring: Natasha Romanoff and Tony Stark

Words: 886

Warnings: mentions of alcohol

Tags: @vashanatasha

Request: none

Notes: none

Originally posted by little--batman

Opening your eyes that morning was like stabbing them the moment the sun came into your view. At the same time, a pounding started inside your head making you groan and letting you feel how sore your throat was. Water. You needed water. First, you took a deep breath and sat up on the slowly, but you still got dizzy so you had to lie down again. Damn alcohol.

Judging by the amount of light coming through your window, you imagined it must be around noon so it wasn’t surprising that you were in bed alone. Bucky would had been up for hours now.

It took you around three time to get you out of bed without getting dizzy and still, you didn’t feel too safe on your own feet yet. Slowly, you grabbed one of Bucky’s hoodies, put on your woolly socks and left the room. As you went downstairs, you could hear the team talking in the living room. Damn lucky bastards. Steve and Bucky couldn’t even get drunk, Natasha had too much control over herself to drink that much and Tony always managed to avoid hangovers, it didn’t matter how much he drank. Your only hangover partner used to be Wanda but she was out of town with Clint.

“There she is!” Natasha exclaimed when you made your appearance.

She has a hangover oh! She’s been drinking too much!” Tony sang making them laugh.

“Noisy” you mumbled as you headed towards the kitchen without paying too much attention to their mocking.

When you walked into the kitchen, you went straight to the fridge and grabbed some water to drink, not even bothering on grabbing a glass. Glasses weren’t important; water was.

“How are you feeling?” Bucky’s voice said behind you. With a sigh you turned around to face him. Despite how awful you were feeling, a smile appeared on your lips as you saw his.

“I think I’m dead”, you replied making him laugh.

“You definitely look like you are” he smirked walking over you.

“That’s nice” you rolled your eyes.

He laughed and wrapped his arms around you, hugging you, so you could place your head over his shoulder and close your eyes. No. Bad idea. The moment you closed your eyes, the dizziness came back so you pushed them back open and took a step away from your boyfriend who looked at you with confusion for a moment, before getting it.

“Dizzy?” He asked.

“My head is spinning more that after flying with Tony” you mumbled.

“I’m not surprised. You were so wasted last night” he said stroking your hair slowly. You took another sip from the bottle and looked at him, expecting a lecture.

“Did I say or do something too stupid?” You asked, not being able to remember a single thing.

“Don’t worry” he chuckled. “You were adorable actually, telling everyone how much you loved them” he added.

“Oh God…loving drunk. My favourite” you said sarcastic.

“Actually you said something it surprised me”, he said.

Panicking you looked at him. You knew the big mouth you could be when you were drunk, so you didn’t even know what to expect when it came to alcohol and Bucky mixed. Probably it wasn’t something too bad, since he was grinning like a real idiot.

“You said you wanted to marry me someday”, he said.

“Oh…did I?” You whispered blushing.

It was true though. You loved the man that was standing right in front of you, more than anyone else in this world. You knew he was the love of your life, you didn’t want anyone else with you. You wanted a life and a family with him, but you had always been too scared to bring it up since, maybe, it would have been so much for him. Apparently, Drunk (Y/N) wasn’t that scared of the repercussions of that statement.

“Was it true? Or was the alcohol talking?” He asked taking your hand.

“Don’t people say that drunks always tell the truth?” You asked back as you bite your lip.

“They do”, he nodded with a smile.

“There you have your answer” you shrugged looking down at the bottle.

He took the bottle from your hands and put it away, before grabbing your chin and making you look up to those piercing eyes.

“Then I do”, he said making your heart skip a beat.

“W-what? Are…are you proposing? Have I proposed? What?” You started asking confused and suddenly nervous. You did want to marry him someday but you weren’t ready to take that step yet. He laughed a little and kissed your forehead.

“None of it. It’s just a promise…that one day, when our lives are not this messy or in danger every time we go out on a mission, I will marry you” he told you.

“Really?” You asked biting your lip.

“Of course. Plus, I love how (Y/N) sounds” he shrugged making you laugh.

“You’re an idiot” you said grabbing his head to pull him down towards your lips and kiss him, but he pulled away way too soon.

“Ok, go brush your teeth. Jeez” he said giving the bottle back to you. “Damn hangover” he mumbled walking back to the living room, leaving you even more confused with a bottle of water on your hand. He was weird.

Make A Wish (3/4)

Stuck in the Enchanted Forest after her wish was granted, Emma seeks out Killian. She doesn’t expect what she finds.

Endless thanks to @caprelloidea for reading over this for me.

Rating: M

Word count: 5002

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 4

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Killian’s fingers never leave Emma’s skin. It’s as though he can’t decide where he wants to touch her, first brushing her hair from her forehead before his knuckles caress her cheek, drifting down over her collarbone before sliding under the covers to lightly trace nonsense patterns across her bare back.

It’s one of Emma’s favorite things about him, how he becomes so soft in intimate moments like these. Even before he remembered her it was the same, the way he let her hold his hand, the way he kissed her back when she took a chance and pulled him to her. She closes her eyes and rests her cheek to his chest, falling into the feeling, the only sounds his steady heartbeat under her ear and the faint crackling of the fire.

She touches him too, her thumb painting circles over his chest before sliding her hand over his shoulder and down his arm. He sighs when she wraps her fingers around his blunted wrist and she loves that about him too, that he’s vulnerable enough to let her do this. Someday she’ll work up the courage to ask if anyone had touched his bare wrist before her. She suspects not, but it’s such a delicate thing, the way he feels about it. Sometimes it’s all bravado but in others she can see the insecurity there, all the subtle little looks and playful self-deprecating comments he thinks she doesn’t notice. In the meantime she settles for grabbing his hook whenever she can, for holding his wrist like it’s nothing because it truly is for her, for making him forget and telling him she loves him.

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A touch of Gladnis

Ignis doesn’t think of himself as someone easy to love. He knows that it is hard to love someone who is already giving everything they have to another, and he knows that he should resent Noctis for that.

He never has. The Prince, for all of his sulking and temper, is kind and Ignis loves him. He watches the young man fall apart without a shoulder for comfort, forget to clean his room because he can barely get himself out of bed, forget to eat because he’s so busy watching his father’s body fail him. Ignis decides that he doesn’t need someone to love him, not when the Prince smiles at him with that barely there raise of his lips, not when he’s the only barrier Noctis has.

When Noctis meets Prompto, Ignis finds himself lost in the drift. Prompto pulls real smiles from the Prince and Ignis finds himself cooking too large portions on nights that Noctis stays with his friend.

He’s surprised then, when Gladiolus starts showing up at meal times. The big man has a family there in the citadel, he has friends among the Kingsglaive and Regis’ guard, yet he always chooses to eat with Ignis. It’s nice…not to be alone as much.

It’s only much later, when Gladio has him cornered next to the door and Ignis feels his hands shake as he carefully reaches to place a hand on the tall mans arm, that he realizes, he wants to live for more than just Noctis. He wants to feel something real, with someone who might be the man in front of him.

He clears his throat under Gladio’s questioning gaze, aware how much space the other takes up.

“It’s…it’s not going to be easy, being with me,”

He is relieved to watch the way Gladio smiles at him, “I always liked a challenge. It’s not like I’m not going to spend the rest of my life half married to Noctis too, you know.”

Ignis supposes that in all of his thoughts about a romance of his own, he never considered finding someone else who’s life is not their own.

“I see….”

He doesn’t get to finish his sentence as Gladiolus presses their lips together and Ignis is very thankful that Noctis spends so much time at Prompto’s. As it is, Ignis is going to be very behind in the morning.

Take your bad days with your good

 Requested by @ daisygonzalezmexican :  Hi ☺ Captain Boomerang imagine, after leaving Belle Reve, meets a girl (reader) and after a while he falls in love with her and decides to be a better person for her, she feels the same for him even though he knows who he really is but she does not judge him. Please and thanks ☺😊

 Pairing: Captain Boomerang (George Harkness) X Reader

 Word count: 866


 “Do not move, luv.” A low voice whispers in your hear while pulling you into an alley.

 With your heart pounding against your chest, you try to set free from his hands, but it’s useless. A dozen of police cars passes by, making him hold you tighter.

 “Please, just let me go.” You mutter as the man slowly lets go of you, keeping you close by grabbing your arm.

 “Don’t even try to run. I won’t hurt ya.”

 When you turn around to face him, you gasp. Captain Boomerang is well known in this city and you’ve heard a lot about him in the last few days. He just escaped from Belle Reve. Pushing his chest violently, you struggle to get away from him. Again, it’s useless.

 “Take me to ya place, would you?”

 “What? No!” You take a deep breath, planning to scream, but you feel a cold metal against your throat. “No! Please. I’ll take you there. You can hide for one night and then…”

 “Deal.” He barks, pulling you with him as he leaves the alley, looking around. “Tell me where to go.”


 You sit on your couch, drying your hair and pretending Captain Boomerang isn’t using your shower. He made you close all your windows and lock them. At least he gave you his bloody money to order something to eat. When you hear his footsteps, your heart beat increases. Only God knows what’s going through his head. Boomerang sits by your side, relaxing and focusing on the TV.

 “You’ll be leaving by mor…”

 “Shut up. I’m watching TV.” He gestures to the TV, making you raise your eyebrows.

 “My TV. Now you shut…” You lose your voice when you look at him. The bastard is shirtless, his muscular chest moving as be breathes, making you have dirty thoughts.

 “Ya were saying?” Boomerang smirks at you, his blue eyes locked on yours.

 You jump when someone knocks, Boomerang giving you an angry look that means you better not try anything. Sighing, you take the pizza and close the door softly. You run to the kitchen in order to take the bigger slice. When you’re about to cut it, Boomerang comes running, wrapping his hand around your waist and you can’t help but burst into laugh.

 “Ya’re ticklish, huh? Now I have somethin’ to use against ya.” He keeps tickling you, forcing you to lay down on the floor, his body pressing against yours. “Will ya share our pizza equally, luv?”

 “Yes! Yes! Stop it! Please!” Yelling at him, you can see that he’s smiling too.

 You suddenly think about how his life has been. Boomerang is a villain and everything, but still, years locked up and being chased like a rat would damage anyone. There’s this felling in your heart. Something you’ve never felt. What if you could change his life? Make him feel better, happy, even though all this chaos?

 “That’s fine then.” He stops tickling you but doesn’t move, pinning you to the floor.

 “You have a beautiful smile.” You whisper, noticing how Boomerang’s eyes are kind. “I like it.”

 “I wanna stay for a while.” His low voice sends shivers down your spine a brings a smile to your lips.

“That’s fine by me.”


 You hear someone downstairs and sit up straight. Boomerang isn’t on his place on your bed.

 After a few weeks, when winter finally came, you were thankful to have his warm arms around you at night. It soon became a routine.

 But this is the worse part of it. You run downstairs, almost tripping on the last step.

 “(Y/N)?” He calls your name, his voice making you jump, both hands covering your mouth.

 “Holy shit, Boomy.” Sighing, you hug his waist as he drops all the three backpacks he was holding. “Where did you go this time?”

 “Sorry, luv.” George lifts you from the ground, his tight grip taking your breath away. “I can’t help it.”

 When George finally told you his real name and told you everything about his story, he also promised to slow down on his villain life. But you never asked for that. On these past months, you slowly fell in love with him. With the man and with the villain.

 “I know. I told you I’d take your bad days with you good. I don’t want you to go back to prison.” Cupping his cheek, you peck his lips. “Just be careful. I don’t give a damn if you like stealing. I… I want you to stay free.”

 “Does that means ya don’t hate me anymore?”

 “No.” You sigh when the police cars pass by your street. “I want to be with you. Being a villain or not.”

 “I think we should move then.”

 “I bet we can with all the money you took.”

 “We move so ya can be my woman.” Pulling you close, you feel his erection. “I wanna five children at least.”

 “Only five?” You giggle, taking a look at those backpacks he brought home. “Let’s have sex first. Then we can choose where to go and think about our kid’s names.”

 “Great idea, luv.”

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It turns out my worries were for nothing! 😊He was absolutely ecstatic to finally see his fantasy play out in real life.

Knowing he was watching me with someone else and feeling both of their hands on my body at the same time made my orgasms absolutely mind blowing. We have opened a new part of our sexual lives together and we’re both really excited to see what else happens. I love you so much honey! 💜Thank you for sharing me and loving me, hopefully we find our regular soon!😊😊😊😊Anyone interested??? @nearswisky

gotham sentence starters ( s3ep14.)

( !!! SPOILER ALERT !!! for those who haven’t watched this episode yet.)

  • “ get those freaks in the cages!”
  • “ we need to find ___”
  • “ let go off me!”
  • “ what about you, huh? you know where ___ is? where is s/he?!”
  • “ look around! s/he’s everywhere!”
  • “ get down!”
  • “ are you all right? tell me you’re all right.”
  • “ i’m fine.”
  • “ where are they? who dared to think they could lay their hands on you?!”
  • “ i’m alone.”
  • “ oh, you escaped. you did. didn’t you, you rascal?”
  • “ did you bring anyone else?”
  • “ just wondering if i was gonna have to reload.”
  • “ i don’t understand.”
  • “ i know. that’s been half the fun.”
  • “ i’m sorry, i- i… what is happening? i…”
  • “ you weren’t kidnapped?”
  • “ recognize it? oh, why should you? i doubt you did the deed yourself.”
  • “ i know it was you.”
  • “ ___ was my everything and you took her/him from me.“
  • “ now i’ve taken everything from you. well, almost everything. you still have your life.”
  • “ if the situation worsens we may be forced to step in.”
  • “ the city will bend long before it breaks.”
  • “ your faith in ___ is touching. and possibly dangerous.”
  • “ lights aren’t coming back tonight. tomorrow, if we’re lucky.”
  • “ this thing just keeps getting bigger.”
  • “ that might actually be good news.”
  • “ maybe we can limit this to a single bad night.”
  • “ how the hell are we supposed to find __ out there?!”
  • “ the city’s one giant dumpster fire!”
  • “ you’re not one to miss out on all the fun, so what do you want?”
  • “ how the hell should i know? i didn’t talk to him/her.”
  • “ but… my father appeared to me… i saw him.”
  • “ no. you saw a man that i met in ___ that does killer impersonations.”
  • “ you see, how do i put this…? ghosts aren’t real!”
  • “ my father’s remains… you stole them from his grave?”
  • “ don’t worry. s/he’s at peace now..”
  • “ i gently placed his/her remains inside a dumpster behind a chinese restaurant.”
  • “ you were angry. i understand. i even forgive you, but-but killing me is not the way.”
  • “ so you admit you killed ___?”
  • “ fine. is that what you want? i confess.”
  • “ i had him/her killed. but guess what: you should thank me! because we both know what would’ve happened if i hadn’t!”
  • “ i could’ve lived a life with the wo/man i loved! i could’ve been happy.”
  • “ you would’ve killed her/him, just like you did the other one!”
  • “ you couldn’t have helped it! and afterward you would’ve hated yourself.”
  • “ well, we’ll never know, will we.”
  • “ i did it for love… i did it because i love you. you should know that.”
  • “ shut up!”
  • “ love is about sacrifice. it’s about putting someone else’s needs and happiness before your own.”
  • “ ’cause the truth is you would sacrifice anyone to save your own neck. even me.”
  • “ when the ice melts, the chain comes loose, the vat of acid tips… you get the idea.”
  • “ please…! no, please… i can change.”
  • “ say you’re right. say you’re right, i… the fact that i love you proves that i can change. just give me a chance.”
  • “ you know as well as i that a man facing death will say anything to save his skin, and you won’t change. because you can’t.”
  • “ i was going to have you say hello to ___, but i think you are going to a very different place.”
  • “ what do you want?”
  • “ i’ll light these candles.”
  • “ i’ll nip downstairs and see if there’s any life left in that old generator.”
  • “ who’s calling at this hour?”
  • “ my, my. hmm. look how big you’ve gotten.”
  • “ are you okay?”
  • “ i’ll be fine, i’ll be fine.”
  • “ nice place you got here. you rent?”
  • “ what do you want?”
  • “ teenagers, am i right?”
  • “ oh, i remember those days. so many exciting new emotions flowing through ya, wanting to kill everyone you saw. aw…”
  • “ you know, i will never understand rich people’s tastes.”
  • “ it’s worthless. i keep it for sentimental reasons.”
  • “ nice try.”
  • “ oh, it’s got some heft to it. expensive, i’m guessing. would be such a shame if i– huh. tougher than i figured.”
  • “ aah! bloody hell!”
  • “ i asked you what you want.”
  • “ sorry. the old noodle’s still a little al dente post-thaw.”
  • “ the reason i’m here is i’m gonna kill you.”
  • “ well, it’s the last thing i remember wanting to do. it’s been nagging at me since i woke up.”
  • “ the idea of slitting that pretty, pink throat of yours. figure that’d clear the decks. what do you think, huh?”
  • “ i remember that night. you were quite the showman.”
  • “ thank you, always nice to be appreciated.”
  • “ and you’re just going to kill me here? that’s kind of disappointing.”
  • “ what do you mean?”
  • “ after all the buildup, killing me here it just doesn’t show a lot of…”
  • “ go on boy/girl, spit it out, i can take it.”
  • “ killing me should mean something, and you’re telling me no one’s going to see it?”
  • “ you’re saying i need an audience? oh… look. i know you’re just trying to buy time so you can escape. but your point is still valid.”
  • “ kill him/her.”
  • “ this is what you’ve been training for.”
  • “ you’re gonna be all right on your own.”
  • “ i will see you again.”
  • “ strangely intimate. come on.”
  • “ try not to get any blood on the couch. i might come back for that.”
  • “ help! somebody help me! help!”
  • “ over here! oh, thank god… there’s not much time. cut me loose! hurry!”
  • “ you look familiar.”
  • “ free me, and i promise there’ll be a handsome reward.”
  • “ yes! now stop standing there and get me out of here!”
  • “ i- i don’t know… what did you do?”
  • “ ah, i’m gonna die here listening to this moron.”
  • “ just cut the ropes! hurry!”
  • “ fine! come on, then. what are you waiting for?”
  • “ you in a rush to die?”
  • “ who’s gonna kill him/her? who’s gonna do it?”
  • “ come on in, sunshine. don’t be shy. your mother wasn’t. chop-chop!”
  • “ who are you talking to?”
  • “ well, we’re off to a good start. what d’ya say? wanna have some fun before the main event?”
  • “ i’d be proud if i wasn’t so bloody terrified.”
  • “ gotta be honest, you don’t make the world’s funniest clown.”
  • “ but… we can fix that. let’s turn that frown upside-down.”
  • “ ah, shut up, you big baby.”
  • “ we have to find ___ and kill him/her.”
  • “ looks like i’m not the only one trying to kill that guy/gal.”
  • “ i’m sorry, what? speak up.”
  • “ what are you doing in my house?”
  • “ oh, i heard you. i’m just surprised you knew the word!”
  • “ speaking of words, any last ones?”
  • “ i don’t work for ___.”
  • “ stop pretending that you’re anything but muscle! yes, you used to be someone, but those days are past!”
  • “ remember when i put a knife in your mom’s back? that was awful, wasn’t it? you never did anything about it.”
  • “ nahh… you had your chance to kill me.”
  • “ stop turning us against each other.”
  • “ oh, if you think i’m going anywhere with you…”
  • “ you realize you have to carry him now?”
  • “ is there a plan for all this madness?”
  • “ these people don’t want a plan, they want an excuse.”
  • “ all they want is someone to tell them: do it. kill them, it doesn’t matter. it doesn’t.”
  • “ ooh, i love this game!”
  • “ you won’t get away with it.”
  • “ already did. now shush. i need to concentrate.”
  • “ so what’s the point?”
  • “ the point is that all these people out here, looting, robbing, killing, they’re the people who wash your car, who pour your coffee, who take out your trash.”
  • “ and what happened the moment the lights went out? they showed their true faces.”
  • “ that’s not true. there are good people in ___.”
  • “ face it kid, there are no heroes.”
  • “ hey, hey! foul! s/he pushed me, did you see that?”
  • “ you want to kill someone? let’s get on with it, come on!”
  • “ you’re so boring, ___.”
  • “ did that hurt?”
  • “ all right. enough dilly-dally. to the main event.”
  • “ where the hell is our backup?”
  • “ yeah, but we can’t wait, mate.”
  • “ hear ye, hear ye, gather around! the show is about to begin.”
  • “ well, i think we can all agree that tonight was a rousing success.”
  • “ we brought this miserable city to it’s knees.”
  • “ well, so what do you say? shall we end the night with a bang? or better yet, a boom?”
  • “ what’s next? death by a thousand cuts, very poetic. i like it.”
  • “ this is very important: whatever you do, please, definitely try this at home. preferably on a family member.”
  • “ you ready, partner?”
  • “ you’re just in time for the big finish!”
  • “ i suppose i underestimated you.”
  • “ it’s the curse of great beauty.”
  • “ honestly, wasn’t too hard.”
  • “ and brother, did you ever take the bait.”
  • “ well, i hope you’re happy at the head of the table.”
  • “ you know, i think of it as a limited partnership that needs dissolving.”
  • “ oh, ___. where are you, boy/girl? come on out, boy/girl. i won’t hurt ya.”
  • “ you ruined my show. hiding’s just gonna make things worse.”
  • “ i didn’t come here to hide. i wanted you to follow me.”
  • “ you’re going to pay for what you’ve done.”
  • “ why don’t you call him?”
  • “ it is our time to rule.”
  • “ you understand if i feel compelled to refuse?”
  • “ i’d do it in three.”
  • “ give up ___, save your own ass. live to love another day. hey?”
  • “ what’s going on? you have a weird look on your face. like, weirder than normal.”
  • “ you’re right. i should want him/her dead.”
  • “ should? you loved him/her, and s/he betrayed you.”
  • “ so you’d rather die than give up the wo/man that tried to kill you?”
  • “ i would! isn’t that crazy?”
  • “ guess you’re not as smart as you thought you were.”
  • “ you’re in this together. but why?”
  • “ because i didn’t want to just take what you had. i wanted to take what you believed. i wanted you to die, knowing that you were incapable of loving another person.”
  • “ but i can! i just proved that, right? does that mean i passed?”
  • “ i… don’t know what it means.”
  • “ i have to tell ya, this is way more fun than i was expecting.”
  • “ we make a good team, you and me.”
  • “ is that what this is about? yeesh…”
  • “ this is about doing what’s right.”
  • “ you wanna be a hero? tell you what, buddy… i’ll give you a fighting chance.”
  • “ let’s do this mano y mano, my little conquistador.”
  • “ what kind of hero tackles someone from behind?!”
  • “ let it out! that’s it, that’s it. let it out! do it.”
  • “ i thought you were dead.”
  • “ can’t get rid off me that easily, can you, mate?”
  • “ behind you!”
  • “ you wish i would’ve shot him?”
  • “ at least you get to say you punched a man’s face off, that’s something, right?”
  • “ come on, let me buy you breakfast.”
  • “ well, gotta say. the clown make-up was way more terrifying than the damage underneath.”
  • “ did i ever tell you that i don’t like clowns?”
  • “ in a couple of days, you’ll be back to your old self, i guarantee it.”
  • “ you ready to tell me what happened?”
  • “ i almost killed him/her.”
  • “ ah, but you didn’t, now, did you? you controlled your anger.”
  • “ it wasn’t just anger.”
  • “ the idea of killing him felt like… it felt like justice.”
  • “ there’s a very fine line between justice and vengeance.”
  • “ i knew where the line was tonight. i didn’t cross it.”
  • “ if you keep going, you’re gonna need rules. rules you cannot and you will not break. never mind what the reason, never mind what the circumstance.”
  • “ i will not kill.”
  • “ tonight was close.”
  • “ soon we will act, and you will be called upon. are you prepared?”
  • “ never fear. you are only part of the plan.”
  • “ are you sure about this?”
  • “ hello, ___. it’s been a long time.”
  • “ i love you.”
  • “ you need to listen to me when i tell you by doing this, it will change you.”
  • “ i’ve killed before.”
  • “ you need me, just as i need you! you cannot have one without another.”
  • “ you can’t talk your way out of this!”
  • “ i’ve wanted you to suffer as i suffered!”
  • “ when i met you, you were a nervous, jittery loser. you were nothing! i created you, and i am the only one in the world who truly sees you as you are. who you can still become.”
  • “ you can’t do this…! are you listening to me?”
  • “ i’m listening.”
  • “ say something.”
Yours, Unfaithfully [Chapter 4]

Originally posted by got7-ijb-imjaebum

Chapter 4 of Yours, Unfaithfully

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Series Genre: AU/Angst/Fluff/Smut


“I promise to keep you safe and do my best to always make you feel loved,” he smiled.

He pulled you in for a tight hug as your tears flowed, heart beat sporadically as you tried to stop it all from hurting so bad. He kissed your cheek, wiping away the tears as he turned to show you off to the room.

An applause broke out, your mothers hugging you both as they too cried. They must have thought you were just as happy as them. For them, and for Jackson, you were going to keep it together today, even if it killed you.

You shifted your swelling face to search for him once more, needing to find some sort of solace in this emptiness you felt, but just like this morning, he had disappeared.


“Excuse me, I need to go clean up,” you smiled softly, letting go of Jackson’s hand.

“Hurry back, okay?”

You nodded and moved through your close family friends as you made your way to your old room. You needed a minute alone.

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Reasons why Yakumo is not Shinnosuke's Father

Ok so looking through the tag I can see that I’m not the only one angry about this which is a good thing, but also others are really into it which I just don’t get. Honestly, a potential plot point has never irked me this much, so here’s an overlong rant about all the reasons why I hate this theory so much. And I hate it a lot.

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Highlights from the Rebecca Mader panel at Storytelling Con, Barcelona, April 22, 2017

  • Asked about visiting Prague:  “My favorite thing to do in Prague is just to walk around the old part, walk over the bridges, drink the wine and eat the food.  I ate and drank so much in Prague it was fantastic.  A really beautiful city.”
  • Asked about Elizabeth Mitchell:  She missed working with her on Once Upon a Time but loved working with her on Lost.
  • About Zelena’s relationship with Hades:  “That died a death didn’t it?  Zelena and Hades no more.  […]  Being with Hades was the first time Zelena has ever been in a romantic relationship with a man or a woman.  It definitely changed her.  It broke down some walls around her heart.  […]  He was awful.  She can do way better than him.  He’s an amazing actor.  I think she deserves to be with someone who doesn’t want to murder her sister.  You know what i mean?  […]  I need some new blood.  Someone new.”
  • If Regina and Zelena weren’t sisters would she ship them:  “Yeah.  It doesn’t matter because in real life we’re just Bex and Lana.”  What story would you like for them?  “To be lesbian lovers you mean?  I’d watch it!  It would have to be on cable or netflix.  And for them not to be related.  Just girlfriends, not sisters, two strong women?  I ship it.”
  • Why she became an actor and move to the US:  “I always wanted to be an actress but I couldn’t afford to go to college.  So I just decided fuck I’m going to move to America and see what happens.  So I moved to America with $200 and said I’m going to be an actress!  And everyone said okay… and I showed them.  Haters gonna hate….”
  • What would you like to be if you weren’t an actress:  “I don’t have a plan B.  I always wanted to be an actress so I did it.  I don’t have an plan B.  If it all goes wrong I’ll just have to do it at home.”
  • Asking about Glinda:  “Yeah I love it when there are lots of Wizard of Oz characters.  Tomorrow night, because you’ll all be watching illegally on your laptops, is a big episode for my character where you’ll get to meet the Tin Man and maybe the Cowardly Lion.  I think it would be great if Glinda came back at some point.  She’s beautiful.”
  • Bex cannot remember the Lost numbers.
  • Bex wants Star Wars characters added to Once Upon a Time.
  • How does she view Regina blaming Zelena for the death of Robin:  “It was not my fault!  I didn’t do it!  I didn’t kill him!  I killed Hades for her!  I’m FINE!  I literally killed my boyfriend to save my sister.  You’re welcome.  Regina lives because of me.”
  • FMK:  Emma, Rumple, Regina.  F: Emma, M: Regina, K: Rumple.  Because Regina would cook for her and be a good wifie.  “That’s a whole new tv show!  I’d watch it.”
  • If Zelena had a pet what would it be:  “A flying monkey.  And a broomstick.  And if you ever don’t see my baby in a scene, they’re like ‘the flying monkeys are taking care of it.  They’re good nannies.”
  • A love interest from Lost for Zelena:  Sawyer.
  • Funny stuff between the cast:  She directs people to Snapchat and she suggests Lana is always trying to feed her and make her fat.   
  • Favorite character on Grey’s anatomy:  “The hot guy who is always moody and works in peds.  And then like the hot blond lesbian.  I love her.  If I had a sick baby I’d take her to her stat.”
  • Promises that we’ll see some “sister stuff” in the coming episodes.
  • Question about Zelena finding true love, someone suggests Emma, “Sorry Hook.  Maybe she should break up their relationship.”  More suggestions about Zelena and Belle.  “At the end of this season I don’t know that she’ll find true love.  She’s still getting over that Hades thing.”  But says she doesn’t need a man.
  • Favorite ship on the show:  “Zelena and her broomstick.”
  • Favorite bloopers:  “When i forget a line I say such awful things.  There is a reason I’m not on the blooper reel much because when I forget a line I immediately swear.  Once my sister came to visit me in Vancouver in September and we were in Mr. Gold’s shop and Regina, she was the Evil Queen, and there was Rumple, and my sister was by what we call video village where the monitors are and I walked up to the Evil Queen and ‘FUCK!  I forgot what my fucking line was!’ and I heard my sister in the back scream and that made it so much worse.  I don’t even remember what the question was.”
  • Favorite life advise:  “Be yourself.  Piss off hater.  Do you.  Just do you boo.  And whatever you are doing in life just don’t give up.  And when things are really awful and you just want it to be over and you don’t want to do it anymore it never feels the same the next day.  Hashtag ThisToShallPass.”
  • What it was like working with Barbara Hershey:  “Awh mama.  Barbara Hershey was wicked.  She’s really kind.  She had really good candy.  I had a bit of a love affair with Barbara Hershey.  We fell in love and she would like hold my hand.  We had these beautiful scenes with Barbara, Lana and me, and before we shoot while the cameras were rolling we would just hold hands and look into each other’s eyes and just say ‘I love you’.  The three of us together was magical.”
  • Would she like to have a romance with King Arthur:  “A bit weird because Liam is a very good friend and I know his fiance so I’m going to say no.”
  • She’s only ever been to an airport in Sweden.  But she’d like to go there and see more then the airport.
  • What does she think about the Black Fairy:  “I love her.  I’ve known the actress who plays her Jaime Murray, for seven years.  Jaime Murray is an amazing actress.  But it’s nice.  We’re the same age.  We’re both English.”  About the final battle:  “Buckle up for safety, it’s about to get real.”
  • Memorizing dialogue:  She learns each line and then the second, and then goes back to the first and does both, and then goes onto the third, and repeats until she learns all of it.  She credits doing soup opera acting.
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Death of a Bachelor

I don’t know what I’m doing, but I’m writing fic again so hi, have some Klaine AU happenings based on The Bachelor!

Rated PG… for now. Butts later.


Chapter 1


“You did what?”

“Come on, Blainey Squirt boy. It’ll be fun!”

Blaine grimaced as his older brother rambled into his ear over the phone. Every week they tried to set up at least one time and day to chat and stay in touch with each other’s lives, but Cooper, as always, had derailed that. It was six o’clock on a Thursday morning—Blaine’s one day off this week.

“Look, I had a blast when I was on The Bachelorette. Made a lot of friends, got to go all over the place on really fancy dates. It was great for my image, too. That’s how I got the recurring spot on The Young and the Restless. They’re talking about making me a regular!”

“Didn’t they kill you off last month?”

“That’s not the point. Everyone comes back to life on those shows.”

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anonymous asked:

16 or 92 + Fitzsimmons please??😆

Hey there, anon! “It’s okay.  I couldn’t sleep anyway.” and “I want you to be happy.” coming right up!  Prompt list here if you want to send me one!

“Sorry,” he says. “I didn’t mean, to … I just can’t seem to …”

She reaches over to where he lays next to her on the bed, finding his hand and holding it tight.

“It’s okay,” she says. “I couldn’t sleep, anyway.”

She doesn’t blame him for tossing and turning, after the string of nightmares he’s been through. She feels it herself in the way she has to keep making sure he’s really here. 

“I just can’t …” He sucks in a breath. “It’s all so—”

“It wasn’t you,” she says. “None of that was you. That wasn’t your life.” 

She squeezes his hand and reminds herself that it wasn’t her life, either. She didn’t watch him bleed. She didn’t stab the life out of him. She crossed a universe to save him just like he did for her, just like she will always do. 

“Jemma,” he breathes, and she has to roll onto her side to watch him. He’s there, and he’s breathing, and she’ll make sure no one takes him away from her, ever. She puts her free hand on his chest and watches his eyes flutter.

“I want you to be happy, Jemma.”

“Fitz,” she says, letting go of his hand only so she can prop herself up at look down at him, “I am happy. You have to believe that.”

He squeezes his eyes shut, and she doesn’t want to know what he sees. She puts a hand on his cheek so he’ll see her instead.

“It wasn’t your life, Fitz. None of it was real. You can’t hold yourself responsible.”

He covers the hand on his chest with his own, rubbing her thumb with his.

“You saved me,” he says. “You saw who I was, and you saved me.”

She takes his hand properly, sliding her fingers between his.

“I always will.“ 

“Jemma …”

“You were worth saving, Fitz.” She lets go of his hand to run her fingers through his hair, smiling when he closes his eyes. “You’re still the best man I know. No one stole that from you.”

She swipes a thumb across his cheek and leans in for a kiss, afraid at first that he won’t kiss her back. He does, though with more force than she expected. He kisses her so passionately that she understands why his hand is in her hair, why he flips her over to be on top. This is not a time for Fitz to fight against gravity.

She’s surprised by his heat, but she relishes it. She’s been fighting for so long, and she’s been waiting for this victory, for this release of pent-up love. She finds that she’s smiling into his lips, and he only pulls away because she’s laughing.

“Jemma?”

She’s blinking back tears, and aren’t emotions strange? She’s crying and laughing, and they both should be asleep.

“They’re never going to take you away from me, are they?” Her hand is still on his cheek, his lips are too far away, but she needs him to know. “They can’t, because I’m never going to let them.”

“No,” he says, carding his fingers through her hair. “No one stands a chance against you. And if they ever tried to take you from me, well …” He lowers his head, and she wishes he could feel her joy. The best she can do is grab his hand and let him feel the beating of her heart.

“They won’t take you from me, will they?” Fitz furrows his brow. “Even if I’m …”

She sees the tears shining in his eyes, and she wonders if it will work one more time, if her kiss can soothe his heartache. This one is slow, but his fingers curl over her skin. 

“They won’t,” she promises. “You won’t let them.”

“I won’t let them,” he repeats, and she hopes he knows what she means, that he is strong enough to overcome the demons the Framework gave him, that he won’t have to fight them alone. 

When he kisses her lips, her face, her neck, she thinks he understands. 

It’s late, but sleep was never going to come for them tonight. Maybe it will find them in the morning, when their exhaustion overcomes their need. They’ll wake up as two bodies tangled into one, still heavy with sleep and full of each other, knowing half the day is gone and not caring one bit. 

Jemma knows that this is what she means, that this is what she’s been fighting for. Together, they will steal the time that was stolen from them. Together, they will show the cosmos once and for all they are the only thing that is truly inevitable.