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The Reason I Don’t Do Cold Readings Anymore…

by reddit user Skarjo

I don’t do ‘Cold Readings’ anymore. I don’t tell fortunes. I don’t read tea leaves.

And I do not do contact ‘the other side’.

Look, don’t judge me alright? It was an easy gig. I mean, the first time I did it, it was a joke. I did it just to impress a girl. You’ve been there right? It was something I’d read about online and I thought I’d give it a go.

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Here we go again..................

That MTV interview with the photographer was a well written piece of propaganda for “Bare with me”, basically saying that love is love, and it is beautiful in all forms. The stuff about Lauren and Lucy was all propaganda to prop up the narrative.

The photographer and the wardrobe lady were only saying what they were advised to say. LIES! (though the wardrobe lady decided to fuck the narrative a bit with the “sisterly and maternal connection”) Management did the same thing with DWTS. Val was advised to lie about when and where he had his first meet up with Normani for DWTS. They had been rehearsing for days before that Houston Rodeo, yet they wanted to push the narrative to the general public that the girls were in on the surprise, and helped introduce Mani to her dance partner. Why? To show how much they support her decision to do her own thing.

My point is, they (management) have no problem getting outside forces, other than the girls, to help sell their narrative. The ladies who did that photo-shoot with Lauren and Lucy are no different. Why have the photographer say what she said? They needed someone, other than Lauren or Lucy, to confirm that Laucy was real, to prove that Camren wasn’t. That one interview killed three birds with one stone. It confirmed Laucy, destroyed Camren, then destroyed Laucy, all at the same damn time. Brilliant actually.

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Wait For Me To Come Home - Sebastian x Reader - One Shot

Originally posted by mebeingbored1

A/N - Got myself into the little sebby family mood again. Featuring Isabella as always aha.

Sebastian x Reader - You are completely secure in your relationship with Sebastian, until you start reading some articles that make you doubt yourself. Sebastian gets rid of your insecurities by helping you relive some of your memories together.

Warnings: Fluff and angst  - It’s a long one.

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pairing: lin x reader

prompt: twitter war/their love story (told through twitter tho)

warnings: mentions of sex, swearing?

words: 1,528

a/n: bc i fell in love with hamilbye’s chicken nugget fic (no like seriously it’s the cutest thing i’ve read in my entire life this isn’t even half as good but i hope you like it anyways :)

February 22, 2016 - 7:40 p.m.


I don’t understand how people can be so narrow-minded. The world is your oyster. Be open to different interpretations and explanations.


Got berated by some dude with a ponytail today because I asked why Alexander Hamilton was on the $10


But thank u for the history lesson. I thought he was our fourth president


I’m not sure how I passed APUSH

March 30, 2016 - 11:09 p.m.


I just saw a video of @Y/N singing a Regina Spector song at a concert and I don’t think I’ve ever been more in love in my life


@Y/N pls be on the mixtape


@Lin_Manuel: i don’t know enough about “the first secretary of treasury who happens to be a badass” and 20 more minutes of things that disqualifies me from this but thx!!


@Y/N *finger guns*

You snickered to yourself at this. It’s not like you were actually pissed or anything. And you couldn’t deny that his play was amazing. He just was a little extra sometimes.

April 19, 2016 - 4:03 a.m.


I’m tired someone help me


@Lin_Manuel go to bed


@Y/N wow1!!1!! Didn’t think of that one!!


@Lin_Manuel you asked for help :)


@Y/N how can I repay you for this great suggestion


@Lin_Manuel an apology


@Y/N what’d I do this time


@Lin_Manuel for keeping me up


@Y/N post notifs for bae?! <3 luv u


@Lin_Manuel you wish. i’m writing new music about the “narrow-mindedness of some people”


@Y/N what’s it called? “I got a 2 on the APUSH exam”?


@Lin_Manuel I’m leaning more towards “I rhymed sun with son

April 22, 2016 - 5:55 p.m.


I’m ordering chinese food and I need an honest opinion on the chicken: sweet or sour?


@Y/N definitely sweet


@Lin_Manuel wrong



April 30, 2016 - 6:59 a.m.


Thought I rode next to @Y/N on the subway this morning. It turned out to be a loud man


Thought I saw @Lin_Miranda at the subway station yesterday. Turned out to be just a rat


@Y/N @Lin_Miranda this has progressed from silly flirting to relentless savagery and i’m concerned

May 1, 2016 - 12:09 p.m.


@Lin_Miranda what happened with u and @Y/N ?


@hamiltonorsomething ask her!


@hamiltonorsomething nothing he’s just annoying


@Y/N @hamiltonorsomething I think you meant amazing, energetic, handsome, compassionate… shall I continue?


@Lin_Miranda not unless you’re describing a dog


@Lin_Miranda @Y/N woOf

May 5, 2016 - 11:21 p.m.


Found out @Y/N was at the show tonight. Care to explain?


@Lin_Manuel my best friend treated me with tickets for my birthday. It was her gag gift.


@Y/N did you thank her


@Lin_Manuel yeah


@Y/N is ur friend cute


@Lin_Manuel yeah


@Y/N am I cute


@Lin_Manuel well…


@Y/N :///////


@Y/N did u like the show


@Lin_Manuel yeah


@Y/N did u get the flowers I sent to you office for your birthday


@Lin_Manuel yeah :)


@Lin_Miranda you bought @Y/N flowers??!!


@hamforham @Y/N ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

May 23, 2016 - 7:03 a.m.


I was doing a crossword puzzle and the clue was “snakelike fish” @Lin_Manuel any ideas? Three letters with an L…


@Y/N sure! Are you positive it doesn’t happen to have the same about of letters as your name?


@Lin_Manuel, no. that was 4 down: long reigning queen.


@Y/N I thought that was 8 across: savage


@Lin_Manuel how do u go from asshole to friend in .00293 seconds


@Y/N (it’s probably eel)

July 4, 2016 - 7:08 p.m.


Bit of a crazy fourth.
My aunt: That’s your 3rd plate
My sister: That’s your 3rd husband 


@Lin_Manuel: I SCREAMED


@Y/N sounds like you in bed!


@Lin_Manuel like you’d know that


@Y/N um you have cooties…

August 8, 2016 - 5:09 p.m.


I’m debating whether to wear the gold or the silver bow tie tonight. Gold is the color of winners, but silver is dashing.


@Lin_Manuel go with the silver and come second for a change


@Y/N trust me, you’ll always come first in my heart


@Y/N and literally


@Lin_Manuel I’m avoiding you all night.

August 8, 2016 - 7:12 p.m.


should i be concerned that there are no photos of @Lin_Manuel and @Y/N at the show yet


@baldlin probably not. Seeing as she’s sitting next to me right now. (She looks really pretty. But don’t tell her I said that.)


@Lin_Manuel I’m next to you, dork

August 11, 2016 - 8:05 p.m.


I’m not sure whether to watch the Lion King or the Little Mermaid


@Y/N you’re joking, right? The Little Mermaid is obvi the way to go


@Lin_Manuel just bc you said that I’m gonna watch the Lion King


@Y/N :(


@Lin_Manuel I’ll watch the little mermaid with you a different day


@Y/N how’s this weekend sound?


@Lin_Manuel did u just ask me on a date…
over twitter…
in front of all ur fans…


@Y/N I mean we’ll have to sit on other sides of the room so I don’t catch your cooties but yeah


@Lin_Manuel text me the deets, dork

August 13, 2016 - 8:20 a.m.


@Y/N how was the date with @Lin_Manuel ?


@linternallyscreaming if I’m being honest… :) he’s the reason we have safety warnings on everything.


@Y/N @linternallyscreaming says the girl who literally broke my bed last night



August 30, 2016 - 9:30 p.m.


@Y/N are you from France bc madamn


@Lin_Manuel are you from Africa bc Kenya not

September 13, 2016 - 7:06 a.m.


Good morning! 
Okay so @Y/N went home and then brought me back coffee this morning and she put salt in it instead of sugar. I’m still not sure if it was on purpose or not


@Lin_Manuel next time it will be on purpose.


@Y/N next time just make it at my place.

September 15, 2016 - 2:02 a.m.


People who make your heart smile are so important in the world

October 8, 2016 - 1:07 a.m.


Okay so you know that feeling when you almost drop something but like rlly quick catch it and everyone is like OHHHH
You’re gonna find someone who makes you feel like that all the time

October 26, 2016 - 3:09 p.m. 


@Y/N looks fire in her latest shoot


@Lin_Manuel you have to say that we’re dating

October 30, 2016 - 6:47 p.m.


@Y/N wrote a song about you today


@Lin_Manuel what’s it called


@Y/N “she didn’t know APUSH but she knew me”

November 22, 2016 - 10:08 a.m.


Just left @Lin_Manuel at the airport. His flight was at 8, I just didn’t want to leave him yet.

November 22, 2016 - 3:25 p.m.


@Y/N landed. Please don’t make me cry.


@Y/N too late


@Y/N the security guard just asked if I was okay and I explained to him out lives for the past 40 minutes.


@Y/N it hasn’t even been 24 hours and life sucks without you.


@Lin_Manuel life sucks without u :’(


@Y/N I love you


@Lin_Manuel you’re okay


@Lin_Manuel jk I love you too

November 29, 2016 - 9:06 p.m.


@Lin_Manuel wrote a song about you today


@Y/N what’s it called


@Lin_Manuel “I miss you please come home”


@Y/N just started crying in the cab. I’ll be home soon.

December 3, 2016 - 8:56 p.m.


I hope you all got your Hamilton Mixtape! It’s got some really talented people and so really cool stuff!


@Lin_Manuel remember when you asked me to be on the mixtape


@Y/N remember when you asked why Hamilton was on the ten dolla

December 7, 2016 - 4:51 p.m.


@Y/N picked me up at the airport with a dog in the backseat. I don’t know who I was more excited to see.


@Lin_Manuel I think we both know who you were more excited to see


@Y/N the dog?

December 19, 2016 - 1:19 p.m.


I’ve almost spoiled @Y/N ‘s Christmas gift four times. I need self control.


@Lin_Manuel tell me



December 24, 2016 - 2:05 p.m.


I don’t know if I’m more excited to have a girlfriend for Christmas because of the chance to kiss under the mistletoe


(There is LOTS of mistletoe in our house)


Or if because it means I get to eat extra cookie dough she’s baking rn

January 15, 2017 - 9:00 a.m.


You’re so pretty I can’t look directly at you.
You’re an eclipse.
Good morning.


@Lin_Manuel i’m right next to you, dork


@Y/N how’d I get so lucky


@Lin_Manuel it was honestly the rant about Hamilton last year


@Y/N love me anyways?


@Lin_Manuel love you always.




FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF with the lightest most PG mention of sex

Originally posted by sugasuite

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What are your HCs if someone were to find Victor and Yuuri's very raunchy homemade sex tape? Would they be able to look at Yuuri Katsuki the same way again

It takes Yuuri a moment to reconcile the number of alert bubbles on his lock screen with a reason to panic, but when he unlocks his phone and spies the little red bubble with "529″ above the messages icon, a cold hand has gripped him by the diaphragm and begun squeezing a frigid reality into his chest.

With shaking hands, he opens his missed calls—658, what the hell—and skips right to the voice mails that have stuffed his inbox completely full. Beside him, Victor mumbles something about grass into his pillow.

Everybody he’s seemingly ever met has tried to reach him at some point during the night, and their messages are all variations of the same theme.

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What if since meeting your soulmate is the best thing to happen to you, they get teleported to the site of the worst thing that’s happened to you?

or: my take on this AU by @shitty-check-please-aus

Jack skates through the crowd of his teammates who are currently mobbing the small blonde freshman who brought pie of all things into his practice.  He’s kind of intending to ask the kid what the hell he thinks he’s doing feeding these guys before they have to go run drills, anyway.  Like seriously, does he want a rink full of projectile-vomiting jocks?  Cuz that’s an ugly scene that he does not want to explain to the ice crew.  But he’s the captain, and so when guys on his team act like morons, Jack is always the one who has to go apologize on behalf of the Samwell Men’s Hockey Team.

He’s more than ready to lay into the new guy, but when the crowd parts, and new guy looks up, he smiles this nervous little smile and says,

“Hi!  I’m Eric -” and then everything goes black.  

Coach Bittle got into the habit of always checking the janitor’s closet on his way out of the building every night.  After what happened to Junior, he ended up just sort of gravitating there.  The first time he’d had the urge to check inside, he’d ignored it and spent the rest of the night tossing and turning, imagining a tiny freshman, plopped on a bucket and crying their eyes out.  When the custodian showed up at 5, Coach was already waiting in his truck with a cup of coffee.  Now he just gives in.  Figures that as far as compulsive, guilty urges go, it’s not that bad.  Only takes him another minute out of his way, and now he goes home and sleeps like a baby.

Luckily, depite making it part of his nightly routine for the past few years, nobody’s actually been locked in there.  Well.  Locked in.  There were certainly a few encounters he interrupted.  Those times he was delayed more than a minute having to make uncomfortable phone calls to parents.  

The first and only time that Coach Bittle rescues someone from the janitor’s closet is actually not even during the school year, and he isn’t actually checking for anyone.  He’d just come in to do some paperwork for preseason and spilled coffee on his desk, and when he goes to get the actually absorbent paper towels from the closet, he finds a very large, very confused man in full hockey gear.

“AHHHH!” They both scream and jolt back, Coach stumbling and catching himself on the drinking foundtain, the large hockey man, being not so lucky and still wearing skates, sits in a mop bucket.  His only solace seems to be that it’s currently empty.

“What in the sam hell!?” Coach yells, regaining his footing.  Hockey man flinches and his eyes dart around like a cornered racoon.

“Where am I?” he chokes out.  “What’s - what’s going on?”  He looks up and meets Coach’s eyes.  Coach looks down at hockey man’s jersey.  Samwell Men’s Hockey.  And he is not a stupid man by any stretch of the imagination, so it takes only a few stunned seconds to realize that this must me Junior’s soulmate.  Why else would one of his teammates have been catapulted down to Georgia?

“You’re in Madison, Georgia, son.  Looks like you just met your soulmate.”

“My - but I - I was at practice?”  Hockey man looks up at him, and from way down there, looking so goddamn confused, he finally looks young enough to be playing with Dicky’s team.

“And now you’re here.  So what does that tell you?”  Coach raises an eyebrow.

“That…I…met my soulmate?”

“Sounds about right.  Also sounds like you probably need to be getting on your way back, don’t it?”

“Um, yes.  That would be.  I should.  Um.  Go.”

“Might want to start with taking off the skates first.”

“Oh, I.  Yes.”  Hockey man awkwardly lifts his legs one by one and scrunches up to untie his laces.  Coach helps him pull the skates off, and then offers a hand up out of the bucket.

“Thank you, sir.”

“No trouble.”

“Jack Zimmermann,” he introduces himself and holds his hand out to shake.  “Nice to meet you.”

“Eric Bittle Senior,” Coach tells him, trying not to feel a little pleased when the boy’s face goes pale in recognition.  “Come on, I’ll give you a ride back where y’all belong.”

“But I - That’s Massachusetts.”

“I know what I said.  Hussle, you’ve got another practice tomorrow mornin’ I bet.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then we oughtta hope traffic’s on our side.”

Meanwhile, Bob Zimmermann nearly cuts his ear off shaving when he hears a loud thump followed by a sqeuak behind him.  He turns to find a strange young man in a Samwell Men’s Hockey jersey sprawled across his bathroom floor, clutching a pecan pie to his chest.

“Chrisse!” He yells, razor clattering to the sink.  He manages to catch his towel before it falls, luckily, but his yelling seems to have startled the poor kid even more.  He’s shaking a little as he sets the pie down gently and sits up. The blades of his skates clink against the tile.

“I - Um - Oh dear, I am so sorry!  I don’t - I don’t know what happened!  I was at practice and then - I mean - I’ll just be going.”

“Non!”  Bob rushes to assure the boy it’s fine, but when he steps forward, it startles him all over again.  Clearing his throat, Bob steps back and switches to English.  “I mean, there’s no need to apologize.  I know why you’re here, I just - wasn’t expecting you at this particular moment.”

“You…were expecting me?”

“Well…not you exactly, but…the…concept? of you?  Jack’s soulmate.  We - His mother and I, we knew when he met them, they would show up here.”

“Oh…I…guess that makes sense?”

“I’m sorry we had to meet like this.  I feel terribly underdressed.”  The boy stares at him blankly until Bob cracks a smile.  Then, he breaks out into loud pleals of laughter.  His eyes are a warm brown and crinkle at the corners, his nose scrunches.  He looks like such a happy person.  Maybe happy enough that some of it will rub off on Jack.

Hockey boy stands up and shakes the hand that isn’t holding Bob’s towel up.  “Eric Bittle, pleasure to meet you.”

“Bob Zimmermann, nice to meet you too.”  Another good (although strange, very strange) sign: there isn’t a trace of recognition in the boy’s face at hearing the name “Bob Zimmermann”.  Of course Jack’s soulmate would be the only hockey player alive who had no clue who the fuck his father is.  

Eric hobbles out of the bathroom and sits against the wall in the hallway to take his skates off before making his way downstairs to the kitchen where Bob had said his wife Alicia was probably hanging out.  Sure enough, when he found the (gorgeous.  stunning.  drool-worthy.) kitchen, there was a  tall, blonde woman sitting cross-legged on one of the barstools, a cup of coffee in one hand and the other propping open a book.

“Hello,” he announces himself quietly.  She’s still startled, though not nearly as much as her husband had been.  When she turns and gets a look at him, she puts the coffee down and lets the pages of the book flop freely, unfolding herself from the seat.

“Hello.  You must be…”

“Eric.  Eric Bittle.”

“Right.  And -”

“Jack’s soulmate.  Yes ma’am, it would seem so.”  He smiles timidly, and is most definitely not expecting to be enveloped in a hug.

“It’s so nice to meet you.”

“The pleasure’s all mine, Mrs. Zimmermann.”

“Well,” Alicia steps back and puts her hands on her hips, regarding Eric with a motherly smile.  “Can I get you a cup of coffee while we wait for Bob?”

Jack and Coach switch drivers every state.  Coach insists that each time, they take a photo in front of the Welcome sign.  Jack snaps a few pictures on his phone when he’s in the passenger seat.  When it’s his turn to drive, he tries to educate Coach on the finer points of hockey and the top NCAA teams, and Coach in turn tries to explain how the hell football works.

The Zimmermanns put Eric on a plane back to Massachusetts that night with his hockey gear stuffed in a duffel and wearing the least obviously early 2000s clothes they could find in Jack’s old dresser.  

“We wish we could go with you,” Alicia tells him, seeming genuinely sad to be sending him off alone.

“But Jack probably wouldn’t appreciate…intruding.  He likes to keep his life at school seperate from his life back home, you know?”  

“Of course, don’t worry a bit.  It was so nice meeting y’all.”

When the airport shuttle leaves Eric in front of his dorm, he’s exhausted from the trip and starting to stress out about seeing Jack.  His soulmate.  Who he’d barely seen in the first place, only a quick impression of tall and eyes before he’d been wormholed to Montreal.  He thinks he has to be seeing things when he first catches sight of his father’s old blue truck pulled up against the curb.  

He shakes himself and starts for the building, but from behind him, Coach’s voice calls,

“Dicky!  Er- Eric!”  Eric’s head spins a little with how fast he turns around.  Because there’s no way.  His dad hadn’t been able to get away from preseason long enough to drive Eric up to school in the first place.  There’s no way he’s - But the there’s Jack, sliding out of the passenger seat.  Because Coach had driven him.  All the way from Georgia.  Because he’s Eric’s soulmate.  Coach is hand-delivering the love of Eric’s life and he just…cannot with this day anymore.

So he focuses on the one tiny part that he can wrap his travel-weary brain around.  He walks up to Jack, who’s watching him raptly, eyes darting everywhere like he’s trying to make sure he memorizes everything before he disappears again, and says,

“I don’t think we managed to introduce ourselves properly last time.”

Jack laughs.

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can you please do some more zen :3 married life hcs?

  • zen always gets up at the weirdest times to do hair rituals. mc thought he was a burglar once and he was bonked with a lamp.
  • zen generally is the designated tall person to grab anything from a super high shelf, and he likes being useful.
  • they have a mass of wedding photos all over the house. he was just so happy and plastered them in every room of the house. 
    • shamelessly shows said pictures every time a guest comes over.
  • definitely the type to have a night in of movies and snuggles when he can. he’s usually pretty busy with schedules and working out but he takes out time to be with mc.
  • takes out a little too much time and mc has to remind him yes, he has to go to that shoot at 4am tomorrow, and yes they should just call it a night and go to bed.
  • he’s whiny as hell about the whole thing, but he thanks her later when she has to help him get ready at 4am to leave.
  • always leaves kisses all over mc’s face if he has to leave while they’re still asleep; he can’t help that they look so cute.
  • hair styling is officially a group effort between the two as a married couple. zen does mc’s hair, mc does zen’s hair, and zen has been beginning to sport manbuns thanks to mc.
  • sometimes if zen is on set for hours on a day, he and mc snuggle up in his dressing room to nap together for a little bit. it’s very cute until zen moves in his sleep and makes the two of them topple over onto the ground.
  • zen cries during movies. this is not up for discussion. mc likes making fun of him when he complains that elizabeth third just still has some fur in their house from that one time jumin came to visit over a year ago.
  • zen sings during the showers but it’s not as if mc minds it; he’s a good singer, and sometimes mc blurts out the next line for him when they pass by.
  • zen is a Dramatic Ass Ho sometimes and you can hear him say in the most exasperated voice in their small ass apartment that he’s never going to move out of mc swears to god “WOW, WE HAVE NO MORE BEERS, OH NOOO” mc doesn’t buy his woe is me act. 
    • yes, not even when he walks over to her and slumps dramatically over mc’s lap like some kind of pet.
  • grocery shopping is always left to mc because once mc wrote him a very detailed list of what to get (how do you just ‘read over’ low fat soymilk?) and the only thing he came back with two six packs of beers, a pack of cigarettes, and three tv dinners. he doesn’t know how to survive on his own and mc wonders how literal everyone was when they said zen used to just drink beer and smoke cigarettes.
  • sometimes zen can be found sulking in a corner of the house like some sort of seven year old in the time out corner because he discovered a pimple. 
    • as if his diet wasn’t just beer and chainsmoking
  • sometimes mc likes hiding his cigarettes in tough places around the house so he gives up and has to spend a day without them. 
  • mc likes to read while zen lays on mc’s lap to check social media, and they play with his hair idly a lot.
  • he needs attention 110% of the time like it’s wild. mc could be working on a four page essay and zen would honest to god physically cling to mc and whine about how he’s so lonely when mc isn’t paying attention to him and then makes whiny noises and kicks his feet around in their bed while mc types. sometimes he stomps. mc swears they married a child.
  • they’ve got cheesy movie soundtracks and yes, they dance to it together in the living room. they’ve got the whole beauty and the beast choreo down.
  • when zen has to travel, mc and him come as a package and they always coordinate matching airport outfits along with matching suitcases, and it’s all a very stylish and very Extra thing to do. 
  • overall they’re just a very extra married couple and will probably die wearing coordinating outfits
Relentless | Calum Hood Series Pt.11

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Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?

Word Count: 3k+

A/N: im back, hello! im so, so, so sorry for the slowness of these parts! school is crushing me rn and my recent break up is no help. but, i decided to let you guys in on a little personal side of me: im implementing some of my lyrics into this part (i write music a bit, too), so i really hope you like it! 

Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. [DONE]  

                                                    I M A G I N E

At the airport, 6:23 A.M.

At 11:11 P.M., Calum tweeted a photo of you and him kissing with the caption, “made a wish, got a wish.” 

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Chyler Interview

What was casting for Maggie like? You went through chemistry reads, so what do you remember of Floriana coming in to do it?

Well, in that conversation when I was talking with Greg, I was like, “Listen, I don’t want to come across like I’m super strong about this whole thing, but at the same time, just hear my heart, hear where I’m coming from: I’m insisting on being in the room.” We were in Canada at that point. We had already made our move up there, which we learned we were moving to Canada, and then I learned that I’m a lesbian, and I’m just going, “All right, hold on a second, give me a minute to breathe here.” [Laughs.] So, I was up in Canada, and I was like, “Please give me the short list of who you were thinking,” because I want to make sure that we’ve got a good connection. I’m very particular about who’s on our set, just because we’ve got a vibe. We’ve got such a great cast, and it’s a family, and I’m a mom, so for me, I want to make sure that everybody gets along. This was incredibly important to me because I knew how delicately this was going to be treated.

They sent up the audition tapes for three girls. I looked them over, my husband looked them over with me. He’s like, “I’m going to make sure you get a good girl!” I was like, “All right, honey.” It’s pretty great — he picked out my girlfriend before I did. So, we saw the tape, and he was like, “I think this is your girl,” and he was talking about Floriana. I said, “All right, I’m going to test her in the room to see how it goes.” She was the second one to come in after the first girl who came in — they were all lovely. The first girl came in, and I looked at casting and everybody in there is like, [shakes head] “Not it.” Then, Floriana came in second, and the moment she walked in — and she’s stunningly beautiful, so that is one thing, but I could see that she and I, we’re a wear-your-heart-on-your-sleeve kind of person and real-deal kind of person. Life’s too short, I don’t have time for B.S. I was like, “I’m just going to put it out there and say, ‘This is me, this is where I’m at, this is who I am, who are you?‘” We didn’t even have many moments to really talk, because she’s testing. But it was just this thing, all of a sudden I just look over at her, “Huh, I like this one, I think she’s great.” We did the scenes, she walked out, and I looked over like, [nods head] “She’s the one.” We had the third girl come in, she was lovely, too, but I was like, “No, no, Floriana is the one.”

We get through the whole process, and it seemed like everybody was on the same page. I wrote to Greg, I wrote to Andrew, I wrote to Peter Roth. I’ve known Peter since I was a teenager, so I was like, [mimes typing] “Dear Peter, I want her. Get her for me. I love you. Thank you. Take care. Bye.” He was just like, “Chyler, I can’t believe you emailed me.” I was like, “No, for real.” He’s like, “I totally see it, I get it, she’s lovely and wonderful.” Then I get the call that she was going to do it. I got her information. I literally hunted her down. It sounds really creepy, actually. Hmm. But I was like, “Please, please, you’re lovely and wonderful, please come, please be a part of it.” She’s like, “I love it.” It was pretty awesome.

Since you didn’t know each other beforehand, did you take any time to get to know each other, or was the onscreen chemistry just immediate?

Well, she was in L.A., so I didn’t really have time to sit down or what not. But we texted each other quite a few times and went back and forth, tried bonding that way. But when she came on set, it was like, “Oh, okay.” It’s one of those times where you meet somebody and it feels like you’ve known them forever. It’s the same thing. We were very similar in a lot of ways, so it was just easy. That’s what I really appreciate about it; we didn’t have to manufacture something. In our business, you never really know who you’re going to get and who you’re going to work with. Sometimes it’s great, sometimes it’s awful, and you gotta do what you gotta do. But this was one of those cases where she’s a special girl and we have a cool bond.

When you started shooting the episodes with the very first seed of Alex and Maggie’s burgeoning relationship, were you nervous?

I was. The first scene that I had with Maggie was in episode 3, and she shows up in the airport, and we’ve got this whole crime scene situation. That was fine. There was this flirty thing, and it was this unspoken thing going on, but you see the fans that watched — the second they saw a photo of us, they were just like, “Oh my god, they’re in love with each other!” [Laughs.] I’ll tell you when it was, it was when the light bulb started to go off in the dialogue for Alex, and all of a sudden, I was like, “These words are coming out my mouth!” and I felt uncomfortable, because I hadn’t walked in Alex’s shoes from that side of her. I felt like I was coming out as Alex, so I’m just saying all these things, and I’m talking to my husband going, “This is so strange, but it’s amazing and I love it.” It was challenging, though, for sure. The director, Glen Winter, who is just amazing — this was episode 5, the episode where I sit down with her in the bar and say, “Maybe there’s truth to what you said.” I kind of felt like I was nauseous doing it, because I’m a very emotional person, so I don’t have to sit here and think of things that make me super sad from my past to be able to cry. I don’t know, I think I have this empathy reserve in my body that I can just defer to that. “Okay, I feel things really intensely, just use it.” So all the stuff in the bar, I really felt it. That’s something that people have been relating to the most because it’s honest. I’m not trying to [whispers] bullshit people. That’s not me. That’s when it started for me, episode 5, when it was going, “Oh my gosh, these words are coming out of my mouth!”

Read the rest here! :)


Originally posted by tomhollandislife

Summary: High school is the checkpoint in your life where you begin to notice boys more, Peter Parker especially. You have a hard crush on him, but he doesn’t notice it, or you for that matter. But then one day, it’s as if the Gods had fulfilled your wishes, in which you two come together in a collaboration that you’ve been dying to have happened.

Author’s Note: PART ONE of ‘BOY, OH BOY’. Hey, everyone! Just a warning, all I want to say is that I’m sort of new at this, which means I’m a bit rusty. But all in all, enjoy this imagine!

Written by @auzzie-pengu


Boy, oh boy, you thought, sitting by the window, in the fifth row, near the back of the classroom. The teacher hadn’t arrived yet, but you’d figured that since the door was left open, it would be okay to enter. All your other classmates were still out. Then Peter Parker appeared. Stumbling through the entry, bumping his elbow right against the doorknob, he then tripped. His textbooks flying out of his arms, plummeting to the floor.

You contemplated whether or not to help him out, but when you finally approached, everybody filed in, in which you retreated back to your desk. You didn’t like big crowds, and Biology had a large number of students. They stopped and glanced down at the poor boy, gathering his things. Laughter echoed. All walked around to find their own seats. When the time was right, you went for it, taking big strides and picking up the last book. You took no notice of the cover or title.

When you were about to give it to him, Peter had already moved and sat at the back, wearing earphones with his laptop opened.

Should I approach him? You asked yourself. This was a major dilemma. You wanted so badly to talk to him, to sit next to him, to be friends with him, or even more. And you tried. But you’re always late with open chances. One time, he was standing in the corridor, by his locker, putting away textbooks and other things, and you felt this rush of confidence. But that quickly drained into the abyss of over-thinking, once you began to hesitate more and more that he’d already left.

You didn’t want to risk it. Maybe he wasn’t interested. Maybe for now, you should just sit down, resume the homework of last week, and completely ignore the idea of Peter ever liking you.

Ms. Warren walked in, holding folders and her laptop, and setting everything down on her spacious desk. “Hello, class. My apologies for my time management. Just needed to finish off printing your projects for the term.”

You turned your head and watched the teacher begin to hand out the task sheets.

You walked up to her and offered some help. “Did you want me to hand out the rest?”

She nodded. “That would be great, Y/N, thank you.”

You took half of the pile and went up and down the aisles, before reaching Peter. You hid the book under the task sheet and rested at his side. He smiled up at you, only briefly, then resumed to his laptop. Taking a brief glance at a screen, you saw it was a battle at an airport, but you thought no more of it, and left a task sheet at your own desk, before handing everything back to Ms. Warren.

“You can go back to your seat, Y/N,” she’d instructed. And you followed suit, overlooking the printed paper in your hands once you’d sat down. “Alright. Now, pay attention, everyone. Peter?”

You looked over your shoulder, a little too obvious, but felt relief when nobody noticed your eagerness, as they were all watching him intently.

“Peter!” Ms. Warren tried again, finally getting his attention. He lifted his head up, abruptly, and as if by instinct, he flicked his eyes to you, then to the teacher.

“Sorry,” he said, rushing to close his laptop, and pulling the earphones out.

She said nothing, just nodded her head. As everyone else turned back to the front, you thought it was best if you did too, just for the sake of not being a creeper.

“I’d suggest you all listen, alright? Your performance and participation will effect your grade.” She began to go through everything, talking about the purpose of this term project and what you all had to do. “Everyone will have a partner. And with your partner, you must dissect a cow heart. Afterwards, make a report. Help each other out. There are no rights or wrongs, but just try to be included.”

A cow heart. You gulped, scratching the metallic layer off your pencil, all the flakes falling on to your text book. Ms. Warren held a list in her hand, and wrote with her other, the chalk scraping against the blackboard, making you cringe. Then you realised that there were names beside each other. You saw yours. Next to Peter’s.

Boy, oh boy.

After pairing everybody else, your teacher had informed everyone to sit with their partner. You stood up, just as Peter sat beside you. You made space for him, accidentally pushing your notebook off the edge of the counter. You picked it back up, then turned to him, ready to say hello.

He beat you to it by a second. “Hello,” he was quiet when he spoke. His eyes avoided yours. Not purposely. Or maybe even so.

“Hi.” It was almost a squeak when you’d responded.

You two said nothing else, and listened to Ms. Warren’s instructions, after fetching a trolley of large plastic bags, that had the hearts of a cow. She told everyone to grab one for each duo. You went to grab a bag, smelling the odour of the blood, wishing that the ziplock did a better job at barricading the smell. It didn’t. You tried not to gag.

Placing it on the table, where there was the equipment that assumably Peter had taken, you ‘plated’ the heart on the tray, using the plastic bag as a glove substitute. Peter had given you your own pair of rubber gloves, as he was already wearing his. You put them on, equipped your safety goggles, and finally a lab coat, and awaited more instructions.

“I’d like all of you to inspect these following attributions. Identify them. Then take photos. Raise your hand, and I’ll help you.”

You grabbed the scalpel, hands shaky. The stench of blood was disgusting and it made you sick; not to be over dramatic. Peter noticed how nervous you were and so he helped you.

“Maybe you could start by slicing it in half. Vertically, so we can see the arteries and the heart valves and stuff,” he said, outlying where you should preferably cut it. He glanced up at you. “Unless, you wanted me to. Because I can. You could just take pictures.”

“No, I’m pretty sure you’re a better photographer than me. I can do it, don’t worry,” you assured him, holding your breath, then positioning the scalpel at the bottom of the heart. You pushed the blade forward, watching it sliding through he muscle, smoothly.

To you, this felt wrong. It’s basically—no, it’s EXACTLY—like stabbing someone in the heart. You sliced right around as suggested by Peter, who clicked away on his camera, taking photos.

“I think you’re able to open it up, now.” He used a paddle stick to inspect the gouge. “Yep. Do you want to?”

“Yeah, yeah. Uh, just… okay.” You peel one half, like turning a page of a book. You had to cut the arteries and veins in order to open it fully. “L-Low and behold… the inside of the heart…”

He took more pictures. “I think we’re done with pictures for now. Let’s start labelling parts.”

You stood back, just to catch your breath. It took a lot for you to be around a fresh organ that reeks of bodily functions. Peter got real close to the heart as you watched him. You liked how his jawline hardened, and how his eyes squinted a bit. Then he looked up at you, and you hoped he didn’t notice you gawking.

"You’re really good at this,” he commented, with a smile.

This threw you off. “What, d-dissecting a heart?”

"Yeah. Everything is identifiable, and we could see each chamber clearly. Look, which one do you prefer to be the right ventricle?”

You pointed, your finger a centimetre away from the slimy texture of the heart muscle. He nodded, agreeably.

"I didn’t think it would be that ‘neat’,” you air quoted and laughed, awkwardly.

It was a moment you cherished when he stared at you with a genuine smile. You stomach churned and your heart raced. You smiled too. He then looked down at his camera and picked it up. He was contemplating something, then he said, “Do you want to pose for one last picture? I had an idea for our report.”

(Credit to @auzzie-pengu the writer of this request. If you wanna send love, leave a comment (not an ask to this blog as she won’t see it), or go over to her blog and send her the love there. Thank you for taking on the request, can’t wait for the next part of this. - Rosalee)

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Can i request a Yurio x fangirl scenario? :)

Yuri’s Angles < ⦜ ⦦ aha. Hope you enjoy !!

f/b = favorite band



The seatbelt sign was turned off as the plane begun to steadily drift above the clouds. A whimsical purple-pink sunset painted the sky. A girl with lovely [h/c] hair wearing [c] sweats and a [f/b] shirt leaned against the window uncomfortably in her seat, her left leg proped up on her seat, barricading her phone from the person sitting in the middle.

‘I CANNOT BELEIVE THE YURI PLISETSKY IS STILL SITTING RIGHT NEXT TO ME. I have to get a picture- but I can’t look like a stalker- not that I am, of course. I mean, If you saw your favorite celebrity of course you would want a pictu- oH MY GOSH HOW LONG HAS MY LEG BEEN UP LIKE THAT AAA he probably thinks I sit wierd iTS COMFORTABLE OKAY.’

The girl, [y/n], slowly lowered her leg and sat up in her seat, holding her phone close to her chin. The boy seemed to be too intrested in the show he was watching on the screen in front of his seat to notice.

‘But now he can glance at my phone whenever he wants and I can’t guarantee a Yuri edit won’t pop up on my feED NOPE.’

[y/n] disconnected from the plane’s wifi and turned her phone to airplane mode. She began to tap through the tv selections on the screen attached to the back of seat in front of her. She quickly snuck a glance at the boy sitting next to her. 

Yuri Plisetsky was wearing an olive green army jacket over a black hodie and a black shirt. He wore leapord print sweats and he had big headphones with cat ears on. [y/n] figured the headphones were too big not to be noise canceling, and he seemed to be watching a show about crying mothers.

‘Wait, is this Say Yes to the Dress?’

[y/n] stealthily glanced at his screen, but then became sucked into the show, leaning a bit foreward to try to read their lips.

She then felt a tap on her shoulder.

She turned to see Yuri offering her an earbud, the headphones he was wearing now back around his neck. He had a smirk on his face, as if he had just caught her doing something she didn’t want him to see.


[y/n] gingerly took the earbud, freezing a bit when her fingers touched his, and placed it in her left ear. She leaned a bit closer, using her arm rest, so she could see the screen better. Yuri did the same, their heads just almost leaning on one another.

‘AAAAAA- you know what? This, this actually feels nice! Relaxing. Not how I thought meeting him would be..’

After about 20 minutes, [f/n] decided to rest her eyes, only to fall asleep against Yuri’s head instead. 

“Excuse me m’am?”

[f/n] groggily opened her eyes to a foggy window and docked planes. She put a hand on her forehead, which wasn’t as cold as it should have been if she had leant against the window the entire time she slept. She hazily pushed a blanket off of her, too sleepy to wonder when she had put it on. She turned to the hostess, one of 3 left cleaning in the abandoned airplane.

“The plane landed a couple minutes ago.”

“Oh! Sorry! I’ll be right off.”

“No rush, darling.”

20 minutes later [y/n] quickly paced through the empty halls of the airport, groggily trying to connect to the airport wifi.

‘Sorta creepy when there’s not a lot of people here…ugh. I can’t believe I fell asleep like that. I didn’t even get to ask him anyth-’

She stopped walking to rub her eyes at she stared at her camera roll. There were 2 new photos and 1 new video.

The first was a picture of her sleeping on Yuri’s shoulder, Yuri looking off to the side dramtically, pretending not to notice her.

The second picture was of Yuri giving [y/n] a peck on the cheek, but only his red flushed nose and tinted lips were visible in the shot. [y/n] was also now covered with an airplane provided blanket.

[y/n] had to slap herself to guarantee she wasn’t hallucinating from the jetlag. After that, she played the video:

“You really shouldn’t have a picture of me as your lock screen if I’m also the password, angel.”

‘oh my gaaaah he did that little smirk at the end i cant belie- wAIT WOT’

[y/n] searched through her apps, pink rising to her cheeks from embarrassment and being a bit flustered, to see if he posted anything or messed around with something. To her surprise, everything was left the way she had left it.

All except, she had a new contact named ‘Call me, angel’


OTEverybody: Airport

Originally posted by nctuhohahyes

Rated: DIY it!

Pairing: Everyone and no one at the same time.

Summary: Being NCT’s manager was challenging as it is, add to that the fact that suddenly half of them feel the need to win your affection.

(A/N): I’m very curious about something, what about this do you enjoy?

Proposal | Practice Room | Meeting | Third Floor | Airport

“Has anyone seen Hansol?” You called out, trying to gather the unbelievably large group.

“You sound like a fan.” Yuta mumbled beside you making you turn to glare at him. He only grinned in response.

“He went to buy something from the pharmacy.” Taeil said, hitting Yuta.

“Okay let’s go sit for a while then.” You said as you counted over the number of boarding passes in your hand again.

As soon as you sat down, a sudden voice shocked you to the point of dropping the contents in your hand.

“Hello, oh sorry.” Minho crouched down to pick up the paper scattered on the floor.

“I’ll do it.” You started but he had already picked them up and handed them to you. You looked around the airport nervously, you were screwed if someone took a photo. You took the things quickly and told him to get back up.

“Hyung what are you doing?” Taeil asked with a frown, “There are cameras everywhere.” Minho stood up immediately but was still smiling.

“They’ll just think I’m polite, don’t overreact.” He said then turned his attention to you, “So how was your day?” He asked grinning as he sat back.

“I saw you in the morning Minho-sshi. Since then I’ve just had to finish different things.” Minho hummed like he sympathised.

“Yes you didn’t even have time for coffee.” You blushed hard at his words.

“I’m-I’m sorry about that really. But I thought you were joking.”

“Maybe I was but now you owe me a coffee.” He gave a dazzling smile.

“What is happening here?” Taeil whispered to Yuta.

“It’s a very long story.” Yuta sighed, his gaze still fixated on the both of them.

“It’s about the get worse.” Jaehyun spoke behind them, making the both of them jump and made you turn to them momentarily before your attention was demanded again. Jaehyun pointed ahead as he sat down and both of them turned and then braced themselves.

“Hi!” Baekhyun said brightly making you jump again but this time you didn’t drop anything. You just bowed politely.

“Do you mind coming with me to the store? Kai said no.” Before you could reply a couple of voices interjected.

“We have to wait for the other members.” Yuta said.

“You can’t take our manager away hyung.” Jaehyun said.

“It’s almost time for the flight.” Minho spoke up last with a sharp tone.

“Why am I being attacked from all sides?” Baekhyun defended himself rather loudly.

“I’m going to go look for Hansol.” You interrupted and got up quickly.

“Are you sure we didn’t leave him in the bas-ow!” Yuta started. Taeil hit him again.

“I deserve a raise.” You mumbled under your breath and walked away rapidly.

 “How are things at Ouran sm?” Heechul walked up with a smile on his face and mockery in his voice.

“I swear he shows up at the worst times.” Jaehyun mumbled, even Taeil agreed.

“I heard Minho is losing to our baby idols.” He laughed maniacally.

“I am not!” Minho’s eyes went wide.

“Where does he hear these things?” Yuta said looking confused.

“At least you’re better than Baekhyun.” He put a sympathetic hand on his shoulder.

“What do you mean?” He said looking offended.

“Why is he starting a fire?” Taeil mumbled. Heechul turned to them and winked before walking away still laughing.

“What is happening here?” Ten asked obliviously after walking up to them and earned glares from both his seniors that made him walk away immediately, “Nevermind.”

The flight was long which was expected, but the number of times you were summoned was not. You were called by the same flight attendant the fourth time now pausing the movie you were engrossed in, she looked incredibly apologetic and asked you to escort her to the front of the plane. The curtain that separated the economy class from the rest was pushed aside and you walked in with a long sigh. You looked around till you noticed a hand wave at you frantically.

“Noona I’m not feeling well.” Chenle said with a small voice that made you worry instantly.

“What’s wrong?” You asked putting your hand over his forehead to check his temperature.

 From the other side of the aisle Donghyuck and Doyoung watched you treating Chenle warmly.

“Why doesn’t she treat me like that?” Donghyuck whined.

“You’re not sick.” Doyoung sniffled after he spoke. He turned to him with a pout.

“You have a cold and she’s not coming over here is she now?” Doyoung rolled his eyes at his childishness.

“I’m not a child, firstly. And secondly, I don’t want her help.” He mumbled looking over at you walking back to Chenle with a cup of something warm in your hand.

“Just admit you’re jealous and petty like the rest of us hyung.” Donghyuck put a sympathetic hand on Doyoung’s and he glared at him.

“I’m not jealous.” He shoved his hand away, “I could care less about Johnny and Mark’s manager.” He scoffed, sniffling again thereafter. A sudden sneeze from him made you turn to him and made him turn his face away from you and cover it under the blanket.

“Hey.” He heard a familiar voice and a pointless ‘knock’ on his blanket.

“What?” He said more sharply than intended, but Donghyuck had managed to rile him up as he did best.

“Here’s some medication, I asked them to get you some tea and I got you a mask to wear.” You smiled at him warmly and put a hand on his forehead focusing, “You don’t have a fever so that’s good. Just rest a little.” She smiled again.

“I didn’t know you were a doctor too.” His words didn’t sound as rude with his fumbling.

“Your younger members fall sick at least twice a week and I have siblings. Just do what I say okay? You look adorable sick but you won’t be able to keep up with the schedule.” You smiled one last time and tried to go back to your seat but Johnny called you over eagerly.

Doyoung couldn’t hide the red of his cheeks as he watched you walk away.

“I could care less about her.” Donghyuck used an annoying mocking voice.

“Shut up Mean Girl 2.0.” Doyoung retorted and Donghyuck was at a rare instance, rendered speechless.

“I can’t believe she called you cute.” Jaehyun whispered from the adjacent seat, surprising Doyoung.

“It’s the bunny cheeks.” Ten whispered in his ears rather loudly.

“I don’t have bunny cheeks.” Doyoung threw a pillow at the both of them, “I’m going to rest now.” He announced and covered his face.

“Yes, doctor’s orders after all.” Donghyuck chirped in and earned a punch on his forearm.

Austin Nights - Part 5

Pairing: Single!Jensen × Reader

Word Count: About 3500

Summary: The reader lives in Austin and unknowingly runs into Jensen at a bonfire and sparks fly. Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 Part 4

Obviously I intend no hate or ill wishes to him or his family. This is purely just for writing and wasting my time.

This is purely for a hobby and my enjoyment. Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I am by no means a writer so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors. I appreciate any feedback or suggestions!


When Jensen had said he would be in touch, you actually assumed it would be him. However, you felt like you had talked with his marketing and security team more than him in the last three weeks. (Yes, you promised him two but the school had asked for three in order to find a substitute counselor for such a long period of time.) If you had to go over your social media privacy settings one more time, you might begin pulling your hair out. It was driving you bonkers to say the least. Honestly, you didn’t care what people did and didn’t know about you or what could possibly happen if someone came across an unflattering photo, god forbid. But it was all to maintain Jensen’s image and you were determined to keep it up as much as you could.

All that behind you now, you were waiting in an airport terminal with boarding passes and passport in hand. The $3 fedora from Target rest atop your head being your constant companion for any traveling adventure. Angie hardly let you go and if she had a valid passport she would have definitely come with you.

“Take a picture with Jared for me.” She demanded. “No, call me with him, wait make sure it is a video call!” She had instructed you.

Thinking about it now, you were super nervous and unsure why. With Jensen it came and happened so naturally. With Jared it seemed like you needed to meet an expectation, you were dating his best friend, you needed to live up to his standard and make a good impression. Regardless, there was no turning back now as you boarded the plane.

Customs were quick and easy. You couldn’t remember who told you but someone had once explained getting into Canada was fairly easy, it was coming back when you would run into problems. Jensen had texted you earlier explaining a car would meet you there. However, you tried to make it clear that you would be fine with a cab. Regardless, coming down the escalator you saw a man dressed in black holding a sign with your name. You rolled your eyes and tucked your hair up into your hat, trying to disguise yourself. You said you were taking a cab so that’s what you were going to do, you thought. As soon as you hit the floor you b-lined for the opposite direction of the driver, trying to make it outside before noticed.

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Everything that makes me love sehun even more
  • the lil scar on this cheek
  • he has the cutest laugh ever
  • his braces
  • his lisp
  • his canines
  • When rests his head on other members shoulders
  • “I’m the youngest” ™ 
  • e.x.o
  • Airport fashion !!
  • His bubble tea love
  • That he made alot of selfies with fans in concert
  • that one clip of sassy 14 year old sehun dancing
  • “I’m gonna be a star” - 12 yr old sehun
  • his pre debut story about running away and hiding in a bathroom
  • Baby photos
  • His long legs
  • Vivis dad !!??!
  • The rap in lightsaber ohhhhhhh goood
  • yehet ohorat ™ 
  • That he had the most lines out of all of them at exactly 1:20min in Love me right  !!!!!!!!!!!!! ( I’m not lying ok look at the line distribution and fast forward to 1.20 ,,, he had the most)
  • His dancing
  • #sebooty ™ 
  • When he performs Baby don’t cry
  • His hands ( i lov hands okay )
  • rainbow hair ™ 
  • broccoli hAIR ™ ™ ™ 
  • His habit of sticking his tongue out
  • sebaek
  • That one time he was hosting that one radio show with chen and the fan said she likes chen the most no he went like “the call has been disconnected due to bad signal”
  • Overall that time he hosted that radio show my little bub did such a great job !!he also looked really cute that day
  • *points at his socks* “This is the main point of my fashion”
  • Whenever he tries to wink
  • “should we make this a 19+ brodcast”
  • “ I’d like to do a 19+ concert”
  • His freindship with all the members
  • especially the cute friendship with suho
  • and the dumb and dumber ™  kind of friendship with chanyeol
  • His instagram updates w/ the members
  • His acting in Exo next door
  • The posibility that he might be a lgbt member as he said suggestive things
  • His selfie with lgbt icon hong suk chun
  • the “do it together” rap
  • when he wears pink !!!! Soft sehun is !!!!!!!!
  • Hes sassy
  • When he hugged the air the becuase the fan couldnt be there but asked for a hug
  • “Thats right my type”
  • Whenever he speaks chinese and then looks at yixing to ask if he was correct and he allways is (I’m such a proud mom)
  • when he hits the person next to him and stomps on the ground when he laughs
  • That he can be super serious and professional
  • That hes always confident and pleased with himself
  • Handsome Model!hun
  • abs
  • “If there was an angel in this world………. it would be me”
  • arm and neck veins
  • That he took ksoo to jeju after he couldnt go to hawaii
  • sesoo
  • 11 MINUTES !!,,,!!!
  • his little pink nipples
  • That one time on the airport where he had his jacked over his head looking like a turtle
  • When he wears a suit
  • His 50cm shoulders
  • “ U like orange??”
  • His favorite colors are black and white and I think thats relatable
  • He said that he likes to cry and I think thats even more relatable
  • His beautiful natruAL NON WHITEWASHED SKIN
  • Pinku pinku
  • When he makes that one particular face,,,you know what i mean
  • When he said “ Hello I’m sehun” in english and then clapped for himself
  • When suho asked why he hugged the blanked when he slept last night and he got offended like “How could you ask the youngest member something like that?”
  • Chapstick ™ 
  • His perfect eyebrows ( i cry)
  • “how are you.. ?
  • cola, coke coke please ? yah yha yha thank you
  • chocolate icE CREAM ? yahahy ah thank u
  • PIZZA PEPERONI yahhh thank U “
  • When he meowed cutely and then angrily
  • ik i mentioned that before but !!! hiS SMILE!! HIS LAUGH!!!
  • he,, half man half cat,, everybody loves cats
  • When he was gossiping on The Viewable Sm
  • Hes so tALL
  • “you should ALLWAYS ask for MY opinon”
  • Hes super clingy and thats adorable
  • w/ grey hair he looks like zen from mystic messenger ngl
  • eomAYYAAAA
  • He has rly pretty eyes
  • okay but his personality, i think he would be such a fun person to be around with.
  • He said that we do not have to buy the albums if we can’t afford it, all we have to do is like them and he’ll be happy
  • He’s honeslty just so sweet!!!! he’s an angel okay!!!!
  • How he really always tries his best !!
  • His fluffy hair ahhh i really want to tuch his hair !! it always looks so nice
  • When he read that “Damn good advice” Book
  • He’s such a meme
  • (fun fact: every sehun stan i kno is a meme hoe)
  • When he copy and pasted “byebyebyebye..” like 1000 times because thats #mood af
  • His angelic voice in sing for you !!!! AHhhhh
  • vegetable ???
  • i lov my lil bub so much

Author’s Note: This is going with the idea from one of you. ‘At first it was the right person at the wrong time. Now I’m ready and I won’t let anything hold me back from loving you the way I always wanted to.’ Thank you, anon, for this amazing idea. I hope you all enjoy this fluff. 

Yoongi walked with the crowd of photographers snapping photos of him as he made his way through the airport. BTS had just landed and were finally back on home soil after a long tour. It was full of the usual problems, tiring work days, amazing arenas, and the occasional crazy fans. Yoongi sighed as he continued to bob his head slightly to the music blaring through his headphones. His mask covered half of his makeup less face and his eyes were hidden behind large glasses, his disheveled hair and simple outfit were in contrast to the rest of the guys, who all took their airport fashion very seriously.

Yoongi began walking through the sea of reporters as he headed toward the exit of the airport, when Namjoon walked up next to him.

Hyung. Namjoon’s deep voice carried through the loud snapping of cameras. Yoongi looked up at him as Namjoon’s eyes seemed to narrow on something behind Yoongi. Glancing behind him, Yoongi’s world stopped.

There you were, your hair cascading in an easy and perfect manner. Your face was looking to the side as you were preoccupied with someone talking to you. The outfit you wore was what most people would wear to the airport, comfortable and casual, and you seemed less than interested in the ruckus surrounding the guys. Your eyes scanned the crowds and landed on Yoongi.

He stopped in his tracks as the managers stared at him. Namjoon stood next to him and shook his head. Yoongi didn’t know if he should smile, wave, call out to you, or run. He continued to just watch you. You tilted your head in response to his incessant stares and let out a small chuckle. Looking over your shoulder, Yoongi craned his neck to see who you were with, but was happily relieved when your parents came into view. You helped with their bags as you seemed to point to a different exit from the building. Yoongi looked at where you had pointed and almost wanted to run to that door, but instead he turned back to where the group was now just standing.

Yoongi followed you with his gaze as you walked around the crowd of reporters and out the door. Sighing and looking back at the six remaining members, they all smirked at him.

What? Yoongi asked and Namjoon nudged him.

First time seeing Y/N since the breakup, looks like she’s winning. Namjoon murmured and Yoongi scoffed.

Winning? Seriously, it was amicable. Yoongi replied and Tae laughed loudly.

Sure, hyung, whatever you say. Tae responded and Yoongi shook his head in annoyance.

The worst part about it was that he had no reason to be annoyed with the guys. They were right. Yoongi had broken up with you, somewhat out of the blue. It just was a case of bad timing.

As you opened the apartment door and let your parents in, they looked around in excitement. You had just received a bonus and a raise at work that helped you pay for a bigger place, and your parents came into town to visit you.

Wow, Y/N! Look at this place! Your dad exclaimed as he walked from room to room. Your mom rolled her eyes as she followed him.

Your father is always so loud! She said to you and your dad shrugged.

What can I say, I’m proud. He responded simply and you laughed. Looking around the still box stricken apartment, you were happy with life at the moment. Then your mom looked at your zoned out face and sighed, which brought you back to reality.

I saw that Yoongi boy at the airport. He was causing all that commotion. She murmured in her usual concerned voice, you shrugged. It had been about a year since the two of you broke up and you hadn’t heard from him since he drunk called you one night when he was on tour, but that was probably 6 or 7 months ago. Seeing him in the airport was a bit of a shock and you looked down at your casual attire and shook your head.

Yea, since he’s an idol, he kinda causes a commotion everywhere he goes. You replied and your mom put her arms around your shoulders and gave you a tight squeeze.

Well, you are always my beautiful baby. He looked like he was drooling! She exclaimed and you blushed, rolling your eyes.

Mom! You responded with a laugh as your dad came back into the room. You helped the two of them leave for their hotel and made your way back to your empty apartment. It was the first time since your breakup with Yoongi that you truly felt lonely. Seeing that he was back in Seoul really made you think about everything that had happened.

Bad timing. You murmured to the empty air. That was the best way to describe what had went wrong. Yoongi was dealing with BTS’s comeback and you were hard at work. The two of you rarely had any time to see each other and when you did have time, you both wanted to sleep more. You thought that it could work if the two of you, if you just toughed it out with all of the work, but Yoongi had a different idea and broke up with you. Instead of falling apart, you dove into work, and since the breakup you had been promoted and given a nice raise. So in a weird way, you were thankful to the breakup. Shaking your head with a small smile, you made yourself a cup of tea and tiptoed past the boxes through your apartment.

Yoongi kept typing out messages then deleting them as he tried to draft the right thing to say. Hey … No that’s too casual … How’ve you been? … I can’t just start with a question … Weird seeing you today, like weird right? … Jesus, what am I? 12?  He whispered to himself as he chastised and tried to figure out what to say. To be completely honest, he hadn’t forgotten about you for a moment since he broke up with you. He spent more time wishing he could call you when he was on tour, there were moments he thought he saw you in the crowd, and whenever he saw something that reminded him remotely of you, he immediately wanted to text. Now he had the chance to strike up a conversation and didn’t know what to say. Pacing around the room, he tried to figure out the perfect way to start talking to you again, but nothing came to mind. Stopping mid-stride, he smacked his phone to his face in an act of frustration. He had lost all hope.

But then, his phone buzzed.

Behind The Story S2 | Pt. 8

Summary: They say things never go as planned and oh were they right. When you are giving a second chance in life, you’re only just begun to live. A baby girl came to the world but it doesn’t mean their road is over yet. The story about their relationship and family while shooting Supernatural and attending Conventions continues…

Author: sleepywinchester [prev. deanwinchester-af]

Characters: Jensen, Reader, Jared and Cast Cameos.

Pairings: Single!Jensen x Actress!Reader (Nina Dobrev)

Words: 2.1k

Beta: @waywardlullabies

Warnings: Fluff. { slightly angst }


Title: To The Freakin’ Moon.

Note: Hope you guys like this one!!! Feedback is always appreciated it. (x)

Jensen: “Good trip so far?”  

You: “She only dropped juice all over herself once and cried to the top of her lungs twice. It’s going great and everyone in this plane loves us.”

Jensen: “Ha! I’ll be in the lookout for viral videos of you sending someone to hell if they cross the line. Show em your mean right.”

You: “Funny. I wouldn’t be surprised if someone is a jerk to us.”

Jensen: “I wouldn’t be surprise if you kick their asses.”

You: “You know me so well. She’s sleeping right now.”

Jensen: “Give her a kiss for me. Gotta go.”

After locking your phone, you looked down to the sleeping beauty in your arms. Knowing she rested peacefully in your arms melted your heart. She didn’t have a care in the world. You knew she was feeling cold when her tiny body curled towards you. The corner of your lip curved up watching her seek for warmth in you. Slowly and trying not to wake her up, you grabbed the pink blanket from your bag and covered her up.  

The flight went on for two more hours until you finally landed in Vancouver. Jensen was waiting for you as you walked out of the airport. His smile got wider watching you walk towards him with the stroller.  The sudden flashing lights interrupted the moment.

Jensen’s picked up his pace and reached you and JJ. He gave you a kick kiss on the lips before escorting you towards the car. You re-adjusted your bag and followed him closely towards the car.

“Are you okay after the accident, Y/N?”, “When’s the wedding?”, “Is there a wedding at all?!”, “You gotta put a ring on it, Jensen! She’s too hot!”.

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Imagine making up with Chris. (Part A)

A/N: Part 5A 🙃 My heart is trying so hard not to give out with each part I write. You can read the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader - Masterlist’, ‘Little Ways Away - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4)

It was 2:20AM and Chris found himself standing outside your door. Again. He was even more nervous than the day he came to confess his love for you because this time, he knew the girls living behind said door wouldn’t be as warm and welcoming as they were two months ago. It was late, so Chris assumed that you, and Ava, and Dodger were probably all asleep; he was wrong. Ava and Dodger were up, fighting their tired eyes and worrying about where you were; you, on the other hand, were out and attempting to digest everything that’d happened. Chris was also wrong about you not wanting to see him because as he stood at your door, you were standing at his. But you weren’t in Atlanta, you were in Los Angeles, too afraid to get on a plane because what if he turned you away? You’d fucked up, like- really fucked up. You couldn’t face him, you didn’t know what to say; you hadn’t had the time to think about your current situation and write a story about it to see how things were going to play out. You were out of your comfort zone, and way, way out of your league.

How did things become so complicated? When you were friends, you never fought. You talked and he listened, and vice versa. You didn’t lie to each other, you were honest about things even if he had to push you a little. Why did becoming a couple change that? How did it change that? Things always flowed so smoothly for your second person protagonist and Chris, and the two of you were so much like them- so why weren’t things working out? Then you realized it was because of you; you, unlike your second person protagonist, were flawed beyond imagination. You started this because you couldn’t depend on Chris like he’d asked you to, like Ava had told you to. That was the point of being in a relationship, wasn’t it? To have someone be there for you, and love you despite everything. He was your other half, he’d told you that; he’d even promised you a lifetime and meant it, so what were you doing sabotaging the relationship?

It was obvious sabotage. Maybe not at first, but it was starting to become clear to you that it was. You were still afraid that you weren’t good enough for him, which was why you didn’t want to tell him about your struggles or take money from him. You wanted to make your own way because you were terrified that if you didn’t, you’d become a burden- an anchor weighing a transcendent and magnificent boat down. Chris was right when he wrote you that letter, about how you would search for greatness and strive for perfection you didn’t believe you deserved. You needed to stop questioning everything good in your life and appreciate it instead, then maybe you’d actually get to keep that good in your life for longer than a few months. You needed to improve, to better yourself- not just for yourself, but for those who loved you- for Chris, especially if you wanted the lifetime he promised you.

Chris finally worked up the courage to knock on your door; he heard Dodger bark and felt his heart skip a beat. He was definitely relieved to see that Dodger was still living in your apartment, and not with the contact he gave you just in case you couldn’t take care of him anymore. He waited for the door to open, and it didn’t take very long which surprised him. Then he saw Ava and felt his eyes narrow at the concern in hers, “what’s wrong?” Dodger barreled towards Chris, head butting his leg and demanding for attention that Chris couldn’t give him. “What’s wrong, Ava?”

“Nothing,” Ava shook her head then continued before Chris could say anything, “just your girlfriend went out at like seven and it’s fucking two in the morning and she’s still not back.” Chris’ heart dropped and he quickly pulled Sebastian’s phone out of his pocket so he could call you. “Don’t bother,” she told him. “I’ve tried her a dozen times, she turned it off.”

“Did she say where she went?”

“If she did, would I be this worried?” Ava bit. “All she said was ‘I’m going out, Ava. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be back. Just…in a few days.’ And she mumbled the last bit thinking I wouldn’t hear her, but I did and I’m losing my mind. I called her parents, I called her brother- she’s not with them.”

“What the fuck?” Chris frowned. “I don’t- Why didn’t you try and stop her from leaving?” Ava scoffed at him and he sighed, “I’m sorry. I know this is- This is my fault, I had a bad day and I wanted to talk to her. I didn’t expect things to escalate so quickly, I just- it was all a huge misunderstanding. We both said things we didn’t mean and- I’m sorry, Ava.” She sighed and gave him a small smile because she knew it wasn’t entirely his fault; it was yours too. “I promised you I wouldn’t hurt her and I did and-” He cut himself off with a huff. “I’m going to make it up to her, I promise. But in order to do that, I need to find her first. Could you tell where she was going from what she was wearing, or what she took with her?”

Ava didn’t know if telling Chris what you looked like was the best idea. At first glance, she thought you were going on a date or to a bar to pick up a guy to take your mind of your breakup. But of course she knew you weren’t the kind of girl who did that kind of thing, so that thought dispersed almost immediately. Now Chris knew you too, but he was already frazzled enough; she didn’t need to add to his mess of thoughts, so she lied. “I didn’t see what she was wearing, I was too focused on the whole- y'know, almost breakup.”

“Right, um-” Chris licked his dry lips as he thought about places you liked going; majority of them would’ve been closed at this time of night, so he had no clue. “Oh God, why does she like doing this kind of thing?”

“Look, Chris-” Ava began then sighed. “I know we’re worried about her, and me staying up and pacing the living room doesn’t help your angst but- I don’t think we should go and look for her.” Chris narrowed his eyes at her. “Hear me out,” she said before he could speak. “She’s more than capable of looking after herself. LA is her hometown, she grew up here. She wouldn’t go wandering if she didn’t think she’d be fine, you know what she’s like. I think we give her some time and when she’s ready, she’ll come home and I’ll text you.”

“I can’t stay too long, Ava,” he reminded her. “I love her and I’d do anything for her, but- my career is on the line by being here.” Ava nodded, understandingly. “I want to work things out, but I also need to go back to work. Seb can only help me stall for so long, I can’t spend days in LA hoping she’ll come back from wherever she’d decided to go.”

“I know,” Ava nodded. “Just give her a day, if she doesn’t return by tomorrow afternoon then- you can head back to Atlanta and I’ll be sure to make sure she calls you to sort things out.” Chris sighed, but agreed with a nod. “Go home and get some sleep, I promise you things will be okay.” Chris turned to leave when Ava asked, “do you want to take Dodger with you?”

“He should stay here,” Chris patted Dodger’s head. “Just in case I have to head back before I speak to her in person. I have a feeling she’d be more forgiving if his furry face was in front of her,” he managed one of his half smiles, “she’s a bigger fan of him than she is of me, sometimes.” Ava chuckled softly at his weak attempt at a joke. “Text me as soon as she gets home, okay?” After seeing a nod from Ava, he left and took a cab back to his Los Angeles home.

The ride back to his place felt dreadfully long and he wished he had his phone instead of Sebastian’s so he could browse all the photos he’d taken of you, as well as the photos you’d taken together. He missed you so much that he hated you a little for running out instead of staying home; he’d planned to grab you and kiss you to show you how sorry he was. But that plan had been foiled because as he’d learned, not everything went according to planned.

As the cab drove up his driveway, he spotted a female figure in the dim light standing by his front door. He practically stopped breathing as the cab slowed to a stop and he pulled out some cash to pay his fee. He tumbled out of the vehicle, tripping over his over feet when he realized it was you. You were in a trench coat; your red dress peeking under your coat; your black heels lengthening and complimenting your already long legs. Your hair was done and your face was made; you looked absolutely beautiful which made him curse himself for letting things escalate to this point. He could’ve lost you for good, things could’ve been over between you. But it wasn’t; you were still here, pacing his drive way because you were sick of pacing the airport. Boy, did he need you; he needed you in his arms and in his life, now, tomorrow, and until the end of time.

“Y/N,” he called out to you and you turned.

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Part 5B

Long Lost Love

Summary: Can you please write a imagine with Raphael Santiago from Shadowhunters. Where the Reader was with him together were the both were Mundes. But as Raphael became a Vampire, he broke up with her. Years later the Reader is also a Vampire and she is a member of the London Vampire Clan. She must meet with the Leader from the New York Clan. She doesn’t know the Leader is Raphael. When they meet Raphael saw the necklace that he gives her as he was a human. In the end they come together.

Characters: Reader, Raphael Santiago

Fandom: Shadowhunters

Word Count: 1098

Requested: @snowflakexss

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The Irony of Choking on a Lifesaver Teddy x Reader

Sorry if there are mistakes! This took me ages by the way…

The sound of laughter and voices filled the Slytherin Common Room. It was the last day of the year, and everyone was making last minute plans for the summer holidays, and saying goodbye to their friends. I had come down to grab my Defense Against The Dark Arts textbook that I had left on the arm of one of the sofas. Once I had it in my hands a ran back up to my dorm taking the steps two at a time. After all, I didn’t want to be late to meet Teddy. My three friends with whom I shared my dorm with were packing their trunks and chatting about the last year. I walked in and put my book in the case, closing it afterwards. I was just about to say goodbye when Y/F/N looked up from her packing and smirked at me.

“What?” I said with a smile
“Is it going to happen this summer Y/N?” The others giggled along with her
“Is what going to happen?”
“You and Lupin of course!” I started blushing furiously. All of my friends knew how much I liked Teddy, even though he was my best friend.
“I don’t know…”
“Well if it does, you must write and tell me!”
“I will, but I doubt it will happen.”
“Of course it will,” Y/F/N said as she picked up her bag, “He’s head over heels in love with you.”

My friends had all left the room smiling. As I put my bag on my shoulder I thought about what she had said. Head over heels in love with me? I found that quite hard to believe.

Teddy was waiting for me on the Platform in black ripped jeans, despite the heat, and a Weird Sisters tank top. His hair was a shocking shade of green. As soon as he saw me coming towards him, his face lit up. Looking at him smiling like that, made me smile too, which was always the case with Teddy.

“Hey.” He said, pulling me into a hug. We were almost the same height.
“Hey Teddy,” I replied, “Ready to go?”
“Always. I have a surprise for you.”
“What is it?”
“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise.”
“There’s no way I’m telling you until it’s time. Now get on the train.” I rolled my eyes at him playfully as I got on the train. Teddy followed me as I found us an empty compartment. We sat down opposite each other, settling in for the long journey back to Kings Cross.

When we arrived, we got off the train and started searching for our parents. Obviously they were standing together. I ran up to my dad, Sirius, and gave him a massive hug.

“Hello sweetheart,” He said with a grin, “How are you?”
“I’m good dad. You?”
“Better now you’re home. Did you know that were staying at Grimmauld Place? Everyone’s coming to stay too?”
“Yeah I know. Hermione and Ginny said I can help with the decorating.”
“Sure you can. Let’s get home first though.”

I said hello to Remus and Tonks, Harry and Ginny, and Ron and Hermione before we headed out of the station and to the port key. I couldn’t wait to spend time with Teddy this summer, and I couldn’t wait to find out what this surprise was.
My room at Grimmauld Place was small, but perfect. It had everything I needed in it, including my record player. Dad put my trunk down in my bedroom and went downstairs to make the tea and ask everyone what they wanted for dinner. The first thing I did was put my Fall Out Boy record on. I started to unpack, putting my books on the shelf and hanging things up in my wardrobe. Not long after I began, there was a knock on the door. I opened it and saw Teddy standing with his hands behind his back.

“Ready for your surprise?”

I dragged him inside and sat down. Teddy sat next to me and bought a rectangular box out from behind his back. There was a brown envelope on the top.

“Open the box first.”

I did. Inside, was a photo frame which contained a picture of Teddy and I from a few years back. We were wearing matching My Chemical Romance shirts and matching black Doc Martens. We were standing outside the venue for our first concert. I picked up the envelope and opened it. Two tickets fell out, and when I turned them over I screamed rather loudly. All Time Low tickets!

“MERLIN’S PANTS TEDDY! ALL TIME LOW TICKETS?! FOR THEIR TOUR! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!” I threw myself into his arms and hugged him. He laughed, and I felt it vibrate through his body.
“Have you notcied anything else about them?”
I looked at the tickets again and realised exactly what he was talking about.
“But they’re for America?”
“Wait. Are we-”

I screamed so loudly I think the muggles must have heard me. I heard footsteps running up the stairs. Remus and my dad were standing in my room.

“What’s going on?” My dad said
“Oh yes. That. You might want to get packing Y/N. We leave for the airport tomorrow night. Harry and Hermione are going to have to come along because I have no idea how it’s all going to work.”
“Who’s coming with us?” I asked
“Your mother and Tonks.”
“Okay that’s good,” I said with a grin, “I can wear whatever I want because you won’t be there to stop me.”

Remus and Teddy laughed at that while my dad just rolled his eyes.

“Dinner will be ready soon. Hermione is cooking.”
“Okay, we’ll be down soon.”
I looked at Teddy and smiled.
“I can’t believe this!” I said
“Me either. We’re going to New York City. And we’re going to see All Time Low!”
“Come on, let’s go down and eat. Then we can pack.”

Teddy and I went downstairs and into the dining room. The smell of roast chicken and homemade Yorkshire puddings made my mouth water. I sat down next to Harry and started telling him about the concert. Ron was listening too.

“Aren’t you a bit young for this?” Ron said
“Sod off Ron!” Teddy said “Next year’s our last year!”
“Yeah but it could be dangerous.”
“DANGEROUS!” I shouted “Ron you were playing death chess and sliding down into the Chamber of Secrets when you were twelve!”
“Fair point.”

My dad just laughed as he set my dinner down in front of me. My mother Dorcas and Tonks were talking about where we were staying and what we were going to do when we got there. I was so excited I was finding it hard to keep my food down.
My suitcase was packed and standing at the end of my bed along with my carry on. I was already in my pajamas and sitting up in bed. I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight from excitement. I just couldn’t quite believe it. I was going to New York. To see All Time Low! I couldn’t fathom how this was all happening. A part of me wanted Teddy and I to get together on this trip, but everything would be perfect even if we didn’t. I decided to go downstairs and make some tea to try and help me sleep. My mum and Remus were still up and were sitting at the dining table with mugs of hot chocolate in front of them. Remus looked up as I walked in and smiled.

“Can’t sleep Y/N?”
“No way. I’m too excited.”
“I’m not surprised.”

I poured myself a hot chocolate and sat down next to my mum.

“I still can’t believe I’ve agreed to take you two to America! America for Merlin’s sake.”
“It’ll be fine mum. Actually, it will be amazing!”
“I hope so. Now, go upstairs and try and get some rest. We’ve got to get up at five to get to the airport.”
“I can’t believe we’re going on a plane. With muggles.”
“You and me both Y/N.”

I downed the rest of my drink and put the mug in the sink. After saying goodnight, I made my way back upstairs. I passed Teddy’s room. The door was ajar slightly and I could hear voices. It was Harry and Ron talking to Teddy. I was about to walk away when I heard my name.

“-Y/N does too Teddy I promise you!” Ron whisper-shouted
“Yeah,” Agreed Harry, “You just need to tell her Teddy. I’ve seen the way she looks at you when she thinks nobody is looking.”
“Really?” Teddy asked
“Really.” Harry and Ron said in unison
“And,” continued Ron, “This trip will be the perfect time to do so.”
“You could tell her in the middle of Central Park."Added Harry
"I will tell her, it’s just deciding how.”

I tiptoed as quickly as I could back into my room without making noise. My heart was beating so hard I was sure that everyone in the house would be able to hear it. I perched myself on the edge of my bed and tried to stop the massive grin that was spreading across my face. It was no use. He feels the same way! I thought to myself. I was even more elated than before, if that was even possible. I knew I definitely wouldn’t be able to sleep now. There would be no way in hell. I didn’t really know what to do with myself. I was restless, and I knew this wouldn’t change. I took a book off my shelf and sat back in my bed. Reading would be the only thing capable of taking my mind off of Teddy, his feelings, and the trip tomorrow.
At some point last night, I fell asleep with my book still open in my lap. Tonks came bounding into my bedroom at five singing Dark Side Of Your Room by All Time Low. She only knew it because Teddy and I listened to it so much.

“WAKE UP Y/N!” She sing-songed, “WE’RE GOING TO AMERICA!”
Once she had left my room, I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. Thankfully, it was empty. I showered, did my hair, and makeup, and then ran back to my room with my towel wrapped tightly around me. I had set out my outfit the night before. I knew we would be travelling for most of the day so I put on some black leggings, my Wierd Sisters top, and black hoodie, and my ox-blood Doc Martens. After checking I had everything, I picked up my bags and made my way downstairs. Teddy, mum, Tonks, Hermione, and Harry were sat around the table. I put my bags down and sat next to Teddy. He smiled at me as I did so.

“Morning Y/N.”
“Morning Teddy. Are you excited?”
“Are you kidding me? I’m freaking screaming inside!”
“Me too!”

I poured myself a cup of coffee and put some buttered toast on my plate. As Teddy told Hermione exactly who All Time Low were, I took a moment to look at his outfit. He was wearing black jeans, black army boots, a white t-shirt, and a camo bomber jacket. Let me tell you, he literally looked amazing. His hair was brown today, making him look exactly like Remus when he was younger. Once we had eaten our breakfast, we got ready to head to the airport. We were going to apparate. As I took my mum’s hand I looked at Teddy. He winked at me, and I winked back.
The airport was buzzing despite the early hour. People were dragging suitcases along the floor, some running to catch their flight, others taking the time to look at overly expensive perfumes in the shop windows. I had never been to the airport, and neither had Teddy. After all, it was for muggles. Hermione and Harry were leading us to border security, and our mothers were behind us talking about the muggles. Teddy and I weren’t talking, we were taking in our surroundings. Once we had got to where we were supposed to be, we said goodbye to Hermione and Harry and went through the gates. We had our passports checked by the muggle security guards before we could make our way onto the plane. Huge glass automatic doors led out onto the runway where our plane was sat. With Teddy leading, we made our way up the massive metal staircase and onto the plane. Our seats were right at the back. After putting our cases away, we sat down. I was in the window, Teddy was next to me, and then on the next row sat our mothers. Teddy and I talked about what we were going to do when we got to New York and our favourite All Time Low songs until the plane took off. We went silent then.
The streets of New York were bustling with life and noise. Cars, buses, trucks and of course, yellow cabs were speeding along the roads, only stopping when the lights went red. The buildings towered above us as if they were watching down on the new arrivals. Men in suits walked along with briefcases in their hands, women in heels and beautiful dresses strolled along on the phone speaking in their amazing accents. Their were tourists too, taking photos of the skyscrapers, backpacks on their backs and sunglasses on their heads. The city was beautiful, and unlike anything I had ever experienced. It was nothing like London.
We had already checked into Hotel Pennsylvania and dropped our bags off. We were now taking a walk around, looking for a coffee shop. We were spoiled for choice. There seemed to be a Starbucks on every street corner. We went in and bought a coffee before heading back outside. We had decided to walk to Central Park. Tonks had a map in her hands and was figuring out which way to go. I was taking photographs on my muggle camera that I had got for my birthday last year. I loved taking photos, and this was the perfect opportunity. Teddy was looking around at the shops and buildings.

“Hey Y/N, look at that.”

I looked at what Teddy was pointing to. It was the top of the Statue of Liberty. I snapped a picture of it before we carried on walking.

Central Park was beautiful. The leaves on the trees seemed more green than the ones in London, and the people seemed happier. I could see why. How could anyone feel sad in a city like this? Teddy was talking to his mother about the concert. Every now and again I would remember where I was and have to pinch myself. We finished out coffees on one of the benches. Mine was simply delicious. It was an iced latte with a shot of vanilla, and it tasted like the coffee that the house elves made you at Hogwarts if you went down there in your pajamas in the middle of the night. Teddy had a hot chocolate along with Tonks, and my mum had a black coffee, like always. It was about four thirty by the time we were done with our exploring, and my mum said we should probably head back to the hotel and start getting ready for the concert. We ate dinner on the way. Traditional hot dogs in New York City. Everything seemed perfect to me.
Teddy and Tonks went into their room, and mum and I went into ours which was next door. I went over to my case and took out my outfit and my make up. I was just about to head into the bathroom when my mum stopped me.

“Y/N, I’m so happy that you get to spend some time with Teddy, but I need to ask you something.”
“Sure mum. What’s up?”
“Don’t get mad at me for asking this.”
“What is it mum?”
“Do you love Teddy as more than a friend?”
I was shocked. I didn’t think anyone had noticed, least of all my mother.
“Oh come on Y/N, i’ve seen the way you look at him, and the way you talk about him in your letters when you write to me during term time.”
“I need to go get ready.”

I went into the bathroom and slammed the door. How was everyone noticing this? First Harry and Ron, now my mother. I was angry but I didn’t know why. I started doing my makeup which helped me ti forget about everything for a while. I went for the full works, including winged eye liner. For once, I was happy with the way I looked. I let my hair fall around my shoulders in curls. As for my outfit, I went with ripped jeans with fishnets underneath, an All Time Low top, my Doc Martens, and my All Time Low bomber jacket. After spraying some perfume, I went back out into the room. Tonks and Teddy had arrived and were talking to my mum about the concert. Teddy looked the same as me except for the tights obviously, and he had blue hair, which looked amazing. He smiled when he saw that we had the same outfit on.

“You ready to go Y/N?”
“Hell yeah I am.”

My mother and Tonks smiled.

“Right,” Tonks started, “We’re not coming with you, but there’s still rules. Go straight to the venue that we walked past earlier, go straight inside when you get there, stay safe, don’t do drugs or drink, don’t get into a muggle’s van, and when it’s over, come straight back here where we’ll be waiting for you. Got it?”
“Yes mum.” Teddy said with a grin
“Good. Now go.”

Teddy and I didn’t need to be told twice. We walked out of the hotel room and to the elevator. I was so happy to be going to a concert with Teddy, and in New York! I still couldn’t quite believe it.
Not gonna miss you when you’re dead and gone
Not gonna talk about you over and over and over
Not gonna find you under latest nostalgia, not happily ever after
Not gonna listen ‘til you play that song (play that song)
Don’t wanna think about you over and over and over
Not gonna read about the latest fads on your trendy blog
I want nothin’ to do with that
'Cause you’ve made a mess of everything
(And I’m not listening)
You’re not a hero, you’re a liar
You’re not a savior, you’re a vampire
Sucking the life out of all the friends you’ve ever known
You’re just a train wreck, not a winner
Up on your soap box preaching down to the sinners
The saints without a cause, we’re not listening, we’re not listening

We were in the best place in the whole venue, even though we were standing. We were right at the front, and if we leaned far enough, we could touch the edge of the stage. The music was loud but that was a good thing. Every now and again I would jump on Teddy’s back and belt out the lyrics when one of my favourite songs came on. Teddy and I were still waiting for our all time favourite, The Irony of Choking on a Lifesaver, to be played.

When we heard the first chords of Therapy, we both screamed. It was another of our favorites. Alex, the lead singer, told us to put our hands in the air and we did, singing along to the lyrics that were so true.

Give me therapy, I’m a walking travesty,
But I’m smiling at everything.
Therapy, you were never a friend to me,
And you can keep all your misery.

Teddy and I shouted our favourite line:

I’m flesh and bone, but I’m a rolling fucking stone.

When the song was over, everyone erupted in cheers that soon got louder when The Irony of Choking on a Lifesaver started, especially us. It was our favourite song. I jumped up on Teddy’s back as we started singing.


“You'e the snake hidden in my daffodils when i’m picking flowers.”

I jumped down from Teddy’s back and turned to face him, both of us still singing. I smiled at him and made the leap. I kissed him like there was nobody else around us, and he kissed me back, letting the concert melt all around us. When we parted, we both laughed and carried on dancing and singing, although we both knew that we weren’t done.
The concert was over, and we were almost back at the hotel. W e knew how to get there surprisingly well. The whole walk back we talked about the concert and how amazing it was, but the one thing we didn’t talk about was the kiss.

“Teddy, we need to talk about the k-”
“No we don’t. I need to do this.”

And in the middle of New York City, Teddy kissed me. He didn’t care about the cars that were driving past or the muggles that walked around us, and neither did I. Without warning, Teddy pulled me up onto his back and started walking back to the hotel, causing me to laugh the whole way. We started belting out the lyrics to Guts, earning us some strange looks from the odd passer-by.

When we got back to the hotel room, our mothers were waiting for us. They had confused smiles on their faces when they saw me on Teddy’s back.

“How was the concert then?” My mum asked us.
“Fucking fantastic!” We said in unison
“Language!” She hissed
“Yeah yeah we know.”
“So it was good then?” Tonks said
“It was the experience of a lifetime and they played our song.”
“That’s good the.”
“Good?” I started. “It was bloody marvellous!”
It was raining when we arrived back at Grimmauld Place. Cold, icy sheets of rain were pouring from the sky, and it made me miss New York and the daily Starbucks I had gotten used to. My dad and Remus opened the door, and as soon as we got in, the bombarded us with hugs and questions about America and the muggles. Lily and Rose came running up and Teddy and I to give us hugs, as did Hermione and Ginny. I saw Harry and Ron smirk at Teddy, and I knew exactly what they were smirking about.

Once we were in dry pajamas and seated in the living room with mugs of tea, we began telling the stories of the concert and our adventures in New York. While Tonks and my mum were telling everyone about the restaurant they went to while we were at the concert, I looked at Teddy and whispered something to him so that nobody else would hear.

“Should we tell them about us?”
“I have a better idea.”

Teddy put his hand on the back of my neck and kissed me, despite our ENTIRE family being in the room. He tasted like tea and everything good in the world. Everyone stopped talking and I immediately felt their eyes boring into us. Ron and Harry cheered causing Teddy and I to break apart and blush.

“What the bloody hell?!” My dad shouted
“Teddy my boy, congratulations!” Remus said
“CONGRATULATIONS?!” My dad hissed

Everyone just laughed at him and his reaction, after all, it was rather funny. My dad looked at my mother and Tonks, and in all seriousness, he asked them:

“Did you let those two have sex in the hotel room.”

I picked up a pillow and threw it at him, causing more laughter.

“Of course we didn’t Sirius!” Tonks said through her giggles “We didn’t even know until just now. They did a good job at keeping it a secret.”
“Let’s just say this,” Teddy began “It was the best trip ever, and if the next was even half as good as this one, I would be more than happy to go back.”
“Me too.” I agreed, “Wonder when Fall Out Boy are touring again?”