Family reunion; Sirius Black x daughter teen reader

*Author’s note*

Okay so this is my first Harry Potter fanfic in awhile so if I get anything wrong, I apologize in advance. So this takes place during POA and I know it kinda drags along in some parts but I promise it gets better in some parts. Now idk if I'll make a sequel to this part, maybe with enough encouragement from you guys, maybe I'll get around to writing a part 2 that takes place during Order of the phoenix. But for now please enjoy this oneshot of Sirius Black.

Warnings: Swearing, mild violence, death of parent(s), bit of angst and fluff.

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If you had told me that when I first walked through the halls of Hogwarts that in my 5th year that I would reunite with my dad, honestly I would believe it.  I always believed my father was innocent, even at just 3 years old I remember that night very clearly.  Because it wasn’t just the night that my godfather James and god mother Lily were killed, but my mother was also killed that day.

I saw with my own eyes (my mum had borrowed my godfather’s invisibility cloak to hide me) as Peter Pettigrew killed my mother with the ultimate unforgivable curse.  I remember crying over her dead body pleading for her to wake up, I remember daddy walking in and seeing us on the floor and him crying alongside me.

I especially remember when he left me at uncle Remus’ place for protection to go hunt Pettigrew only to be framed for murder of not only him but 12 muggles.

Since then my uncle was next in line to take care of me should anything happen to either my parents or godparents (my mum had no other living relatives and my dad wanted to ensure that I had no ties to the Black family tree should the worse happen).

For years I’ve been under my uncle Remus’ care who believed every word the Ministry said about my dad.  He didn’t want to but the evidence was stacked against my dad (even though no deep investigation had been made).

Anyways—oh wait I’m getting ahead of myself. I tend to do that a lot.  The name’s (Y/n) Lupin-Black, I’m currently a 5th year Hogwarts student in Ravenclaw (my mum’s house).  Even though I’m in Ravenclaw I’ve been friends with the Weasley twins Fred and George since our first year when the two of them stole my notes and wouldn’t give it back till I could tell them apart.

Amazingly I did and since then they’ve stuck to me like glue. The three of us do cause a bit of trouble at times (I get my mischievous side from my dad and brains from my mum, according to Gryffindor’s head professor, Professor McGonagall).

I also have an ability that I also inherited from my dad. I am a legal animangus, in fact I’m the youngest animangus the Ministry ever recorded.  

It took a lot of hard work and training in order to focus but by my second year I had mastered the ability.  My animangus form is a puma, and I’ve used it to help with my uncle’s—condition.  In fact that was the reason I wanted to become one.

He was at first against it but with a letter recommendation from Professor McGonagall and my head of house, Professor Flitwick, my uncle had no choice but to allow me to go through it.

Now as a 5th year, things have been—hectic these past few years since Harry Potter came to Hogwarts.  The Chamber of Secrets had been opened last year, and we had an incident with a troll, lost 2 DADA professors (but what else is new with that), but this year my uncle is the new professor for that class, and so far according to the Golden trio, everyone loves him.

But back to this story about my dad.  This year everyone at Hogwarts was on alert because my dad had escaped from Azkaban, the first ever wizard to ever do such a thing.  Now our school was to be housing for the Dementors until my dad was found and captured.

I tried to keep a low profile about it but at nights whenever I helped my uncle out during his ‘wolf-trots’ I would also try to see if I could find my dad.

Then one night it happened.

I was out with uncle Remus but I had lost trace of him through the Forbidden forest.  As I walked along in my puma form, my ears soon picked up the sound of barking.  Not werewolf barks, they were—dog barks? But why was a dog all the way out here? Dogs are the sort of creatures allowed within a mile of Hogwarts, nor can they get pass the barrier.

I raced on ahead and when I stood over a cliff but lowered myself down behind the rocks.  There I saw a scruffy, lean, but massive black dog barking at a few Acromantulas.  God I hate those things, I don’t care what Hagrid says, spiders can’t be trusted!  And I was right because right now this dog was being attacked by about seven of these things.

As one of them knocked the dog down and pinned it to the ground, ready to bite it and fill it with its venom, I let out a protective roar.  The spiders all looked up at me and I leapt down from the cliff and stood protectively in front of the black dog.

With a slash of my paws, I struck one of the spiders across it’s many eyes before biting down on it and tossing it like a paper ball.  I then leapt forward and pinned one of the other spiders down.  Another one tried to attack me but as it reared upward, the dog suddenly came up and rolled around with the spider.

I bit the head off the one I had pinned before racing across and swiping the legs off another one.  Soon realizing that they couldn’t win since a few of their siblings had already fallen, the rest of the spiders retreated back into their burrows and caves. I let out a loud and aggressive roar before turning towards the dog.

We walked towards each other till we stood face to face of one another.  As I stared at this dog, something about it was familiar to me.  Through the scruffy, madded fur and the very lean body I looked into it’s eyes and if I were back in my human form I would’ve gasped.

This wasn’t any ordinary dog, it—it was him.  My dad. Of course this was his animangus form, I remember! All the times he’d chase me around in his dog form when I was little, our nights curled up under the stars whenever mum wasn’t home, it was him!

My ears bent back as I sniffed at him.  When he noticed that I wasn’t any ordinary puma, he came up and sniffed around me.  He let out a surprised grunt as his ears perked up and his tail went up as it softly began to wag.

I leaned my head up against his letting out a loud, affectionate purr and he nuzzled against my head as well.  His paw would reach up and lightly touch the side of my head, almost as if he were embracing me.  We continued to nuzzle each other and I knew that if we could both show our human forms, we’d both be weeping hysterically as we’d hug and kiss each other.

But for now, our animangus forms would have to do.  As his head rested on my chest, I licked down his neck where I had seen a pretty bad scratch.  I licked his wound when we both heard the sound of a werewolf’s howl. Uncle Remus.

We both turned towards the direction of the howl before looking back at each other.  Dad gave me a gentle nod.  I looked between him and the direction of the howls hesitantly while giving him sad eyes. How could I leave him when I just found him after 12 years.  He came up to me and licked my muzzle up to behind my ears.  He then backed up and let out a couple of confident yet soft barks.

I nodded and nuzzled him again purring before licking his face affectionately.  I backed up and walked to where uncle Remus was but turned back to dad one last time. He let out another bark before I let out a low meow before racing on ahead to find uncle Remus.

That was over a month ago, but here is where our story truly begins.  Harry and his friends were slowly starting to piece together the story of my dad and Peter Pettigrew but with some straying doubt from my uncle, Harry still believed that my dad betrayed his parents and sold them to Voldemort.

I myself have tried to get him to see that my father wasn’t a threat but Harry has shut himself away from me.  He’s called me practically every name in the book and refuses to listen to me, hell he barely can even stand the sight of me.  Ron’s also elected to ignore me and treat me just like the school and the whole wizarding world has treated my dad.

Hermione on the other hand tolerates me just a bit more. She wants to believe what I have to say but due to the 12 long years of ‘evidence’ against my dad, she can’t seem to fully understand why the wizarding community would lie about framing an innocent man.

I sat alone by the Black lake looking up at the gloomy sky and stared out into the still, calm lake.  I let out a heavy sigh when I heard a voice behind me.

“You should really started heading back to the castle, it’s almost curfew time.” I turned around and there stood uncle Remus.  “And I would hate to give my niece a detention.”

“Please. You couldn’t find it in your heart to ground me for a week when the Weasley twins and I exploded the supply closet in the potions classroom in our second year.”

“Yes but I did give you a stern good lecture about messing with those chemicals.” He sat down beside me on the rocky surface and stared out the lake alongside me. “This reminds me back to my years at school with your father and the rest of my friends. We always snuck out here to this lake for late night swims.”

“Now, now uncle don’t go influencing me. You never know I might just run it by the twins.” I teased.

“(Y/n).” he started in that lecturing manner of his.

“Kidding, kidding. I know of the dangers of this lake.”

“Plus I never approved of us coming here to swim. It was always James and…….” He trailed off.

“Uncle do you really believe dad did what people said he did?” I said as I looked up at him.  He sighed deeply and said in a soft manner.

“As much as I want to believe it didn’t happen, I wasn’t there to say it wasn’t your father.”

“But I’ve told you countless times about my mother’s death! I saw with my own eyes who it was that killed her.”

“And I don’t doubt that. But with your godparents and those 12 muggles……your father’s family ties…..”

“Don’t define him! That’s why he made sure to not let anyone of the Black family tree get custody of me! Why he made sure that you were to be my guardian after papa James and mama Lily died!”

“If I‘m being honest he shouldn’t have done it to begin with.”

“Because of your condition?” he went silent. “Uncle……I never cared about that. You were never a monster to me. Why do you think I studied to be an animangus?” he turned to me.

“I’m just thankful you didn’t do the same thing your father did. Going ‘bout it the illegal route.” He cupped the side of my face, “You know Harry’s not the only one with his parent’s appearance.” I smiled solemnly.

“I know. My mother’s face but I have my father’s eyes.” It’s true.  Throughout all my life I had been told of people, especially uncle Remus here that I look practically identical to my mother, my eyes however are just like my father’s.

“I wish that she did get to see the women you grew up to be. She would be very proud of you.”

“Sometimes I—fear that I’m starting to forget about her.” I admitted to him.  Uncle Remus stroked my hair and allowed me to rest my head on his shoulder as an arm wrapped around me.

“Just think of how you succeeded throughout your schooling. That’s your mother right there. She was far too clever for her own right, even more than me. I’ll even admit that at times I was jealous of her at times.” We both softly laughed.

“I do recall dad telling me some of your little competitions you and mum used to do to prove just who was the most clever. She always beat you.”

“Not at everything!”

“I’m kidding. I know you did beat her at some stuff.” I looked up and saw my uncle looking toward the sky.  He almost seemed deep in thought about something. “Uncle? Uncle? Uncle Remus?”

“Hmm? Oh sorry love. But back to the reason why I came here; even though I am your uncle and guardian, I’m still a professor at this school and I order you to get back to the castle.”

“Yes Professor Lupin.” I said as I got up and walked away. However I snuck behind a tree because I wanted to see just where he was going.

If he wanted me to get back to the castle so urgently, why not just take me all the way there himself? What’s he up to? So I quietly followed behind him in my animangus form.  Sticking to the shadows and any tall shrub or bush to hide myself from my uncle, I crouched down low behind a rock as he now stood before the Whomping willow tree.

He took out his wand and said a spell which made the tree go still.  Once the branches went still, I saw him enter inside a small entrance of the tree and I quickly followed, now phasing back into my normal form.

I noticed that this place now suddenly looked like some sort of shack.  It was haunting and creaks and groans were heard all around me.  I reached out for my wand but before I could even grab it, I felt something touch my neck and a low, graveled voice said.

“Don’t. Move.” Ahh bollocks!

“Professor Snape.” I said lowly, trying to not be a threat. Yeah much like my dad, Professor Snape pretty much hated me since day one (I’m pretty sure he hates every student that isn’t a Slytherin).

“Sneaking out past curfew, allying in your father’s hiding, I would have the right mind to have you expelled from Hogwarts and have you be taken to Azkaban alongside your fugitive of a father.” Oh man did I really wanna punch him at this point.

“Professor you know he’s—” I felt his wand press harder against my neck as he hissed in my ear.

“It’s your word against the Ministry’s. Now follow me and do as your told.” Knowing I had no other choice, I allowed him to lead me up the stairs where I heard my dad’s voice say.

“Peter Pettigrew. And he’s in this room! Right now!”

“Take your wand out, and if he’s armed, disarm him.” I took my wand out and as my dad was calling out for Peter to come out, I stepped forward and cried out.

“Expelliarmus!” I saw as a wand fell out of my dad’s hand and that’s when my dad turned to me in shock.

“(Y/n)?” he gaped at me.

“(Y/n) what are you doing here?! I thought I told you to go back to the castle!” uncle Remus said.

“You should’ve realized that she’s more like her father in every way. Including disobedience.” Professor Snape soon made himself known as he now aimed his wand at my back, making sure to let my dad see it. “Vengeance is sweet. How I hoped to be the one to catch you.”

“Severus—” my uncle started off. Snape sent him one dirty look and as usual my uncle submitted as Snape hissed out.

“I told Dumbledore you were helping an old friend into the castle and now here’s the proof.”

“Brilliant Snape. Once again you put your keen impenetrating mind to the task, and as usual it comes to the wrong conclusions. Now if you’ll drop your wand and step away from my daughter, Remus and I have unfinished business to attend to!” his wand moved from my back to my throat.

“Give me a reason. I beg you.” He challenged my father.

“Dad.” I pleaded with fearful eyes.

“It’ll be alright darling.” He assured me.  His eyes then turned cold as he stared at Snape. “It’s one thing when you put your nose where it doesn’t belong, but when you force others to do your dirty work for you, that’s where I draw the line. If you don’t let my daughter go now, then I will show you a reason why I belong in Azkaban!”

“Sirius don’t be a fool.” Uncle Remus said.

“Well he can’t help it Remus it’s habit.”

“Quiet Sirius!”

“Quiet yourself Remus!”

“Listen to you two quarreling like an old married couple.” Snape said but that’s when dad sassed back at him.

“Why don’t you run along and play with your chemistry set!?” I was then shoved out of the way as Snape now had his wand right at my father’s neck now.  I fell to the ground but was quickly brought back up and held in my uncle’s arms.

“I could do it you know. But why deny the Dementors? They’re so longing to see you. Do I detect a flicker of fear? Oh yes, a Dementor’s kiss, one can only imagine what that much be like to endure. It’s said to be unbearable to witness but I’ll do my best.”

“Severus please.” My uncle tried to reason with him again. Once again Snape glared at my uncle and sneered once again.

“After you. Then we can deal with that rebel daughter of his next.” The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife before suddenly Harry called out.

“Expelliarmus!” then Snape went flying back towards an old rotten bed which collapsed right on him.

“Harry what did you just do?” asked Ron.

“You attacked a teacher!” Hermione exclaimed.

“Tell me about Peter Pettigrew.” Harry demanded as he pointed his wand at my uncle and I.

“He was an old school friend of theirs.” I answered him.

“No. Pettigrew’s dead. You killed him!” Harry said as he now pointed his want towards my dad.

“No he didn’t. I thought he was too till you mentioned seeing Pettigrew on the map.” Uncle Remus said.

“The map was lying then!” Harry argued.

“The map never lies! Pettigrew’s alive! And he’s right there!” my dad said before pointing towards Ron.

“Me? He’s mental!”

“Not you Ron! Your rat!” I told him.

“Scabbers? But he’s been in my family for—”

“12 years?! Curious long life for a common garden rat. He’s missing a toe isn’t he?”

“So what?” demanded Ron.

“All they could find of Pettigrew was his……” Harry started off.

“Finger.” Both my dad and I said.  The two of us looked at each other and softly smiled before my dad continued.

“The dirty coward cut it off so that everyone would think he was dead. And then he transformed into a rat!”

“Show me.” Harry ordered.  At this point my dad went to grab Ron’s rat but of course he refused to let go.  Once he managed to get Pettigrew out of Ron’s grip, Ron pleaded for my dad to leave Scabbers alone.  Hermione and I held him back so that my dad and uncle could finish the job.

Unfortunately Pettigrew was too fast for them to get a good shot to change him back.  So I quickly whipped out my wand and right as the rat went for a hole in the wall, I shot the spell and he soon morphed, for the first time in over 12 years, back into the stout, pudgy man that killed my mother.

My dad and uncle pulled him out of the wall and for the first time, Harry, Ron and Hermione saw Peter Pettigrew, the real man behind my father’s framed crime and the person responsible for Harry’s parent’s death and my mother’s killer.

“Remus…….S-Si-Sirius? My old friends.” Pettigrew praised before trying to make an escape for it, but they wouldn’t have it.  When his eyes soon lay on me, I felt my blood boil. “Ohh little (Y/n). So much like your mother, and with your father’s eyes. You remember me right? Your old uncle Pete—” as he came closer to me, I allowed my puma claws to come out as I scratched him across the face.  He whimpered as blood now began to seep down his face.

“You have no right to talk to me!” I growled at him. “I saw what you did that night! I WAS THERE YOU BASTARD!! YOU KILLED MY MOTHER!!” this time Ron and Hermione had to be the ones to hold me back from tearing that rat apart.

He shielded away from me in fear before turning to Harry who was just stunned in shock.

“Harry, look at you. You look so much like your father. Like James. We were best friends you know……”

“How dare you speak to Harry!” my dad hissed protectively. “How dare you talk about James in front of him!” soon the two of them had Pettigrew pinned by the piano, their wands at the ready.

“You sold James and Lily to Voldemort didn’t you!?” my uncle demanded.

“I didn’t mean to.” Wept the rat man pathetically.  He then began to go off on a ramble of how Voldemort was powerful and had weapons we had no idea he possessed. “What would you have done Sirius? What would you have done?”

“I would’ve died! I would’ve died rather than betray my friends or the woman I love!” my dad exclaimed as Peter tried to make his escape.  Harry blocked his escape but Peter whispered into his ear about something.

Finally I decided to step in and I pulled the rat away from my godbrother and aimed my wand at him.  Without even hesitating my father and uncle joined at my side and I said.

“Then you should know uncle. That if the Dark Lord didn’t kill you, then we will!”

“No wait!” Harry exclaimed.  My breathing sharpened as I said.

“Harry, this bastard……”

“I know what he is (Y/n). But we’ll take him to the castle. Together.” He placed his hand on top of mine and he softly whispered, “Would you mother want this?” I looked at him, tears starting to form in my eyes.

I turned back to Pettigrew who was now on his knees praising Harry for his mercy.

“Bless you boy. Bless you sweet boy.”

“Get off!” Harry snapped. “I said we’d take you back to the castle. Afterwards the Dementors can have you.” oh now this I like.  The traitor’s face turned from pure bliss to absolute horror as he fidgeted fearfully trying to make himself smaller.

After leaving the Shrieking Shack and exited out of the Whomping Willow, I watched as my dad walked ahead and stood to look up at the school.

I looked to Harry and gave him a soft nod.  His eyes showed hesitation but with a gentle shove he walked towards my father and I watched as the two of the proceed to talk with each other.

“You knew he was innocent?” Hermione said to me.

“Yes, I did. As I said back there it wasn’t just uncle James and Aunt Lily that died because of Peter. I was there to see my mother die right before my eyes. She had the invisibility cloak at the time, probably stole it from uncle James just to spite him or something. But she hid me with it and I saw as Peter came in and killed her with the last of the unforgivable curses.”

“I’m so sorry (Y/n). To think you had to see something like that.”

“We’re sorry we’ve been wankers to you about this (Y/n). Harry and I especially, can you forgive us?” Ron said.  I softly smiled and ruffled his hair.

“There’s nothing to forgive Weasley. Although you’re gonna have to do a lot of kissing up to your brothers Fred and George. They’ve been wanting to slug you for your behavior towards me.”

Then something happened that I wished never did.  The clouds slowly began to move away to reveal the full moon.  Oh no!

“Uncle Remus!” I exclaimed but it was too late.  He was starting to transform into his werewolf form.

My dad quickly ran up to him trying to hold his transformation back, but it was no use.  The agonizing groans and screams coming out of my uncle as his bones snapped and broke before changing and morphing to fit his upcoming werewolf body.  And to make matters worse, Pettigrew seized that opportunity to escape from our grasp.

Even though Harry disarmed him with an Expelliarmus spell, it still didn’t stop the rat from turning into true form before making his escape.  My dad knowing he couldn’t hold uncle Remus any longer told us to run.

Soon my dad was thrown down the hill and I exclaimed out.

“DAD!!” I quickly ran towards uncle Remus hoping I could knock some sense into him before his final transformation came around. “Uncle Remus you can fight it! The monster does not control you, you control it! Fight it! Think harder on your human senses!”

Just like my father, I too was sent down towards the hill as the last thing I heard was the sound of my uncle’s werewolf howl.

When I opened my eyes, I saw myself in Madam Pomfrey’s nursing wing.

“(Y/n), oh thank goodness you’re awake. Can you stand up?” Hermione’s voice said over me.  My vision finally came back and I said.

“What happened?”

“There’s not a lot of time to explain (Y/n) but your dad’s in serious danger. The Dementors are going to suck his soul.”

“What!?” I said fearfully as I shot up. “They can’t do that. He’s innocent!”

“Which is why I need to ask if you can stand and walk?”

“Yeah I can but why?” she pulled me up from my bed over to Harry who stood at the center of the room.

“Sorry Ronald but you can’t walk.” She then took a necklace out from her shirt and placed the chain around Harry and I before holding out what looked like a mini-hourglass.

The pendent began to spin around and soon right before our very eyes, the world around us seemed to go backwards.  Night turned into the gloomy afternoon once more as the medical wing was now abandoned and Hermione stopped the pendant’s spinning and she said as she took the chain off of mine and Harry’s neck and tucked it back into her shirt.

“Where were we at this hour Harry?”

“Uhh going to Hagrid’s I think.”

“And (Y/n) where were you at this time?”

“I was down at the Black Lake with uncle Remus, why?”

“Alright come on!” she took off running.  Harry and I ran after her confused asking her just what was going on.

That’s when she explained to us about the time turner necklace she had been given by Professor McGonagall, and she explained to Harry that that was how she was able to do all her classes this term.

So throughout the day we went down to Hagrid’s and I even got to see Hermione sucker punch Malfoy right in the nose (which I praised her on). We went down to Hagrid’s hut and we made our plan to save Buckbeak the Hippogriff (apparently Professor Dumbledore said that more than one life could be spared today).

As the day went on, it was nearly time to try and save my dad. So we sat just down the hill from the Whomping Willow.  We watched as uncle Remus came in and made the tree stop it’s swaying for a brief moment before entering inside, followed by me shortly after him.

“Wait you’re also an animangus?” Harry asked me.

“Surprised?” I asked him.

“When did you become one?” asked Hermione.

“I was roughly around your age when I took my test before the Wizard council to get my official license. They said I was the youngest registered animangus there ever was.” I looked up and said, “And there goes Snape. Right in after me.”

The two young teens turned and saw that Snape did go in shortly after me.

“Now we wait I guess.” Harry said.  We all made ourselves comfortable because we knew it would be awhile before we all left the Shrieking shack and came back before the Whomping Willow.

Then after seeing us come out, I watched as Harry went down to talk to my dad and that’s when he told me.

“You see me there talking to Sirius? He had just asked me to come live with him, you as well (Y/n). He talked about you and your mother a lot. As well as my parents.”

“I know. They were really good friends Harry. Even at just 3 years old, I knew my dad would never have betrayed yours. Never, not even if he were tortured. That’s why he named your parents my godparents.”

“I guess we were meant to be siblings either way.” I softly grinned at him and ruffled his hair before pushing his glasses back up his nose.

“I remember be so excited to have a younger ‘sibling’. Though I’ll admit I wanted you to be a girl, but you eventually grew on me.” Hermione giggled while Harry turned away embarrassedly.

Then that’s when the trouble began.  We saw uncle Remus transform into his werewolf form, the fight between him and my dad (who was in his animangus form), and then even be chased by him when Hermione howled to stop him from attacking Harry.

I phased into my animangus form to protect Hermione and Harry in case my uncle came around to find us.  When he did, I stood protectively in front of my brother and Hermione snarling and roaring at him.  But before we could charge at each other, Buckbeak had came in and fought my uncle off.

Man poor uncle Remus is having a really rough night. I then felt a coldness in the air and when we looked up we saw the Dementors flying towards where my dad must’ve been at after the fight with uncle Remus.

I gestured for Hermione and Harry to get on my back and once they were on, I raced on ahead and we stopped across the frozen lake and we all watched with horror as the Dementors began to suck out both Harry’s and my dad’s souls.

“Now just wait Hermione, my dad will come. He’ll be standing right there.” Harry said as he got off my back and walked a few steps ahead of us.  Hermione and I looked at each other sympathetically and she got off my back as well and stood beside him.

“Harry—your dad’s…….”

“Dead I know but just watch. He’ll cast the Patronus right there. Just like he did before.” We waited and waited but all we saw were my dad and Harry dying right before our eyes.

“You’re dying Harry. Both of you.” I said as I morphed back into my normal form.  God I had heard of witnessing a Dementor’s kiss is something awful but—god this was torture.  I wanted to step in and save my dad and Harry from the Dementors but what could I do? I’m not strong enough to conjure a Patronus charm, plus I would be outnumbered even if I tried any other spell I could name.

Next thing I saw was Harry racing forward to the spot where he said his dad was standing at.

“Harry!” Hermione called out but I wrapped my arms around her to stop her from racing towards him and that’s when we saw him lift up his wand and exclaim.

“EXPECTO PATRONUM!” Soon a bright light came from out of his wand and a bright wave of light shot out, which sent all the dementors away, saving Harry and my father from a terrible fate.

As I stared at my godbrother, I couldn’t be more proud of him. Not even I was able to conjure up a spell like that at his age, hell I can barely do it now.  He truly was a gifted young man, and I couldn’t be more proud of him.

After saving himself, we were now flying on Buckbeak heading for the highest tower where my dad was being kept.  I was sitting right behind Hermione while she was terrifyingly holding onto Harry for dear life.

“You were right Hermione. It wasn’t my dad I saw earlier. It was me! I saw myself conjured the Patronus before. I knew I could do it this time because—well I’d already done it. Does that make sense?”

“No! But I don’t like fly-AHHH!!!” She screamed as Buckbeak took a dive down towards the school, while Harry and I were cheering our heads off.

When we reached the tower, there we saw locked up in a cage, my dad looking forlorn as he awaited his fate.  He quickly turned to us and I took out my wand and pointed it at the lock as I proclaimed out.

“Alohomora!” the doors unlocked and swung wide open. “C’mon dad, we’re busting you out of here.” I extended my hand out to him and he immediately took my hand.

The four of us now flying on Buckbeak with Hermione up front, me behind her then my dad and Harry.  

And for the first time in 12 years, my dad finally felt free as a Hippogriff flying high in the sky.  Never have I heard him sound so happy and it brought a smile to my face as I heard him cheering.

We landed in the garden wing of the school and as my dad helped Hermione as well as me off of Buckbeak he said as we walked towards the corner of the garden.

“I’ll be forever be grateful for this. To the three of you.”

“I want to go with you.” said Harry.

“One day perhaps. For some time my life will be too unpredictable. Besides, you’re meant to be here.”

“But you’re innocent.”

“And you know it Harry.” I told him. “Just like I’ve always known.”

“She’s right. And for now that’ll do.” As Hermione left the three of us to have our little family moment, my dad then turned towards me. He stood before me and gently cupped each side of my face.  His calloused thumbs stroking my cheeks as he said to me, “I expect like Harry you might be tired of hearing this, but you are a splitting image of your mother. Except your eyes, you have……”

“Your eyes.” I finished for him.  Tears flickered in my eyes but I tried to hold them back. “I’ve only dreamed of something like this happening, and—even now I fear this still feels like a dream.”

“I’ve told you once when you were little; Dreams can feel like many things. Whether to make us feel happy or afraid, but in dreams you can never feel what is happening to you. So this, right here, is real my darling kitten.”

He took my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.  When I felt it, I knew that this was real.  My dad was free, he was here, and he was right in front of me.  I embraced him as tightly as I could, burying myself into the ragged cloth of his prison uniform.  Slowly a few tears dripped from my eyes one by one as I felt my dad embrace me back just as tightly while rocking me from side to side.

“I’ve missed you so much dad.”

“Not as much as I’ve missed you. I’ve missed so much of your life. You were just a little girl when I was taken away and now I’ve seen you’ve become a beautiful young woman, just like I’d hope you’d be. Your mum would be so proud. Just as I am. I’m so sorry I put you through this.”

“I know why you did it dad. If I were older I would’ve done the same thing. I just……wish none of this had to happen.”

“As do I kitten. As do I. There hasn’t been a day that I don’t regret leaving you like I did. I made you lose both your parents.”

“That’s another thing I’ve inherited from you.” he looked at me confused. “Uncle Remus has always said I did get your stubbornness.” He softly chuckled before grabbing the back of my head and pressing his forehead against mine.

We stayed in that position for what felt like forever till he pressed a kiss to the center of my forehead before he guided me over to sit next to Harry.  He knelt down before the both of us as he said to us.

“It’s cruel that I got so much time with James, Lily and (m/n) and you both so little. But know this. The ones that love us never really leave us. And you both can always find them,” he then placed his left hand over Harry’s heart while his right hand pointed towards mine, “In here.”

Dad stood up and walked over to Buckbeak and mounted on top of his back once again, gently gripping onto the chained reins.  As Harry and I came up and stood beside Hermione, my dad complimented to her that she was indeed a bright witch for her age.

Buckbeak then reared as he let out a proud roar before taking off running before flapping his proud wings and taking off high towards the moon with my dad on his back.

Two souls finally free from the law.

The clock tower began to gong loudly and that’s when Hermine told us we needed to get back to the hospital wing.  We quickly raced towards the medical wing before the last strike of the belltower.

We saw Professor Dumbledore with his back towards us as he peeked through the doors before closing them.

“Well?” he asked us.

“We did it. They’re free.” Harry said.

“Did what? Goodnight.” The headmaster gave us a wave before descending down the stairs.  Oh that crazy old man.  The three of us walked towards the door but before we went in, we had to watch ourselves disappear to start the whole rescue all over again.  Once we disappeared, that’s when we came in the room.

“How did you get there? You were just over there. And now you’re there!” Ron said to us in shock.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Ronald? Do you Harry? (Y/n)?”

“No clue. Maybe you should have your head examined Ronny, think you might be going mental.” I teased.

“Yeah Ron. How can people be in two places at once?” Harry joked alongside me.

Things after that were pretty crazy.  After it had been leaked out about my uncle’s condition (damn you Snape!) my uncle resigned as professor at Hogwarts, Harry had gotten the new firebolt broom (curtesy of my dad) and he got to test it out.

I was in my bedroom just finishing the last bit of my packing to return home for the summer when my owl Arella came flying in.  Her familiar grey and white feathers ruffled as she landed on her perch and she made her trilling sound.

“What have you have there, girl?” I noticed she had a small jewelry box tied to her back along with a note in her beak.  I took the note then untied the box from her back as she shook herself out and ruffled her feathers.

I set the box down and opened up the note and inside was a letter written in my dad’s hand writing.

My beloved kitten,

This once belonged to your mother (I gave it to her just shortly after you were born) and I figured she would want you to have it.  Keep it close to your heart and her memory will never leave you.

Your father,

Sirius Black

I set the note down and opened up the box now and inside was a necklace.  It was a silver heart-shaped locket and I noticed a little button at the side of it. I pressed down on it and it opened up to reveal something that not only broke my heart, but also filled it with joy.

The moving picture inside was my mother holding me as a baby. Her wide smile as she held me in her arms, her eyes filled with nothing but love.  When she looked up and her smile softened, I really did get to see what my uncle and dad were talking about.

I really did look like my mother.  Same hair, same mouth, same face, almost everything was of my mother. A single tear fell down my cheek as I kissed the picture and held it close to my heart.

Soon I began to get brief flashbacks of various moments with my mother.  I remember how she’d always sing me to sleep while having the windchimes of various creatures softly ring above me.  The way she’d make breakfast, and how we’d play together at papa James and mama Lilly’s place.

I unhooked the chain and placed it around my neck and saw as the heart shaped locket actually rested against my own heart.

“Thanks dad. And thank you mum. I miss you, but you can rest easy now. Dad’s free.” I said as I stared up at the sky holding the locket closer against my heart.

would you mind finding some kid peter parker fics (especially if he was refused from hydra?) thanks so much!! we love you 💕💕

Thanks for the ask! We love you too! 

Here are a few fics that feature kid!Peter being rescued from HYDRA.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine by Pookiethefrickinbunn

With Tony’s track record of never sleeping it figured that someone would call him in the middle of the night, the one night that he decided to actually go to bed at a decent time.“Friday, time,” he muttered, rubbing his face with a calloused hand as the lights in the room began to fade up.“It is currently 2:31 a.m. boss,” the AI responded before adding. “Captain Rogers is on the line.”Well, that woke Tony up.——Or, Steve calls Tony after finding a boy in a HYDRA lab who has a file stating that he is the son of Tony Stark.Formally Titled: Still Here.

Castle on a Cloud by CaptainStarSong 

“How the Hell am I supposed to help some kid when half the time my own life is crashing and burning,” Tony asked, incredulous that Fury was thinking that he could possibly take care of some little boy that he didn’t even know. There was a reason why Tony’s life was practically always falling a part, why the closest people around him either died or left him. It wouldn’t be fair to bring some kid into the mix of his crazy life, especially after Afghanistan.Fury took a deep breath as looked at Tony with a hint of pity. “Because, Tony, his name is Peter and he’s your son.”Or in which SHIELD finds a young and hurt Peter after raiding a HYDRA base, and Tony must learn how to become the father Peter needs.

darkness will be rewritten by homebuilding

“Richard Parker was studying Cross-Species Genetics, but struggled with the ethics of it, because it required he use human DNA, which no ethics board would agree with. So he used his own. His work was successful based off of his own DNA, and every human has a unique DNA,” Bruce explains. “So, naturally, when HYDRA wanted his research, they knew they would never get his support, so they took the next best thing they could to his own DNA. His son.“Or, Tony finds a tortured and experimented-on Peter Parker in a HYDRA base and decides to help him because who else will?

And here are some more fics with a similar premise (Peter being raised by HYDRA), but he’s a teenager in these. They are all worth checking out!  

cry a storm of tears (if it helps you breathe) by homebuilding (the sequel to ‘darkness will be rewritten’)

Peter has been away from the grasps of HYDRA for 8 years. By now, one would assume he has escaped from their hold on him, right? He has gone through enough healing that his time with them should be a distant memory. However, with his nightmares returning to him at full-force and his body developing in ways he doesn’t want it to, Peter decides that something needs to change. He needs to take back what HYDRA stole from him. He’ll do whatever it takes.He just can’t let his dad know about it.

I Never Knew I Was Broken by GotMyInkPen 

Peter Parker has been living in HYDRA ever since his parents died at age four. All he can remember are the lesson’s HYDRA taught him and a series of words that strike fear into his heart. The only thing driving him forward are the memories of meeting his hero The Winter Soldier when he was seven and the goal to one day be as great an assassin as him.At age sixteen Peter finds himself tangled in the lives of the Avengers and can’t help but wonder if there’s more to life than what he’s been told.Tony wants to help him, no matter what.

I’ll Take You Under My Wing by agib, Shoyzz

Obadiah and Howard let HYDRA test on Tony Stark as a child. Now he has wings.Many years later, HYDRA contacts them out of the blue, wanting Tony back.Being the good friend Rhodey is, he warns Tony and supports his choice to go off the grid.Tony’s not upset about going on the run, although nothing can prepare him for what HYDRA has created and experimented on for fourteen years…Or - The Maximum Ride AU that (I hope) people wanted…

In The Woods Somewhere by iamq 

Re-write of "The Rituals of You and Me”.Tony Stark finds HYDRA’s latest weapon in the cold Russian woods, half starved and frozen near to death. Tony Stark adopts HYDRA’s latest weapon and takes him to the New York concrete jungle, makes him a home, and gives him a family.

The Wolf Spider by PeterNeedsAHugParker

Peter Parker was never raised with his Aunt May or Uncle Ben. He was raised by HYDRA to be a weapon just like, or even better then, the Winter Soldier. After ten years, Peter has lost all hope that he will ever make it out of HYDRA’s clutches. Until the Avengers are unknowingly sent to retrieve Peter. Maybe they can help Peter understand that he can be more then some weapon. AU where the team actually talked out their problems, like an actual team would.

hydra’s not a home by tempestaurora(series) 

At 6 years old, the son of Tony and Pepper Stark, Peter, is kidnapped, never to be seen again. Or, so they thought. Ten years later, while raiding a HYDRA base, the Avengers come across a new, enhanced individual, working for the enemy: in black spandex, with a tendency to stick to walls and shoot webs from his wrists, the Black Spider is a pain in the ass in more ways than one.

Field of Dreams

Part 2 of 2.  Y/N has a surprise for Steve when he worries about the fallout from their spat.  Fury and the Avengers just might, might, also be involved. ^_^

A little baseball history, one huge surprise, and a spark that begins to flame.

Rating: G. Steve Rogers x Reader. 

@nomadicpixel‘s winning fic from my Cleveland’s loss to Boston.  As usual it isn’t short (what moi?) but was such fun to write.  I know waaaaay too much about the ‘Trolley Dodgers’ now.   Enjoy!

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“Still can’t talk to women.”

Bucky shakes his head, reaches across Natasha’s yogurt and Clint’s pancakes with his metal hand to snag the very last strawberry while Steve sits and glowers at the morning’s feed.

It’s humbling.  Frustrating and embarrassing all at once, but unfortunately the straight up truth.  He can’t talk to women and the evidence stares up from his Starkpad.  Y/N’s elegant brows crashed together, his own mouth set in a line below the blaring headline:  ‘Unfriendly Rivalry?’  

“Tell me something I don’t know,” he mumbles dejectedly, running a hand through his still-damp blond mop. The past three days of coverage have been appalling.  Blogs and pundits shredding Fleur and Y/N for speaking out.  Blaming her for the entire stupid mess.   Branding her as some sort of Feminazi for daring to argue with America’s Hero.

It’s so unfair.  Misogynistic and unbalanced and sticks in his craw because the truth is he is the one who is in the wrong.

He shifts awkwardly in his seat “How did we go south so fast? I apologized for the tweet. She was gracious and understanding and I just…”

“Couldn’t let go of something you see as wrong?”  

The whole table bursts out laughing. Sam’s throaty chuckle echoes.   Bucky’s head back guffaw trails up towards the ceiling.  Clint looks like he might pop the latest stitches in his gut while Bruce reaches for a napkin to wipe his streaming eyes.  

Thanks. Thanks guys.

Nat smothers her own knowing smirk in a dainty coffee cup while he groans and tries to hide his head in his hands.  Point to the assassin who always goes straight to the jugular.  He knows the whole thing is pointless but games at Ebbets Field with Bucky were some of his fondest memories from before the war.  It rubbed him wrong.  Got his back up and heck he should have known to back down from the edge but that doesn’t mean that he always can.

“I am an Idiot.”

”Confirm!!”  

“Tony!”  

“If the suit fits, Cap. Morning all.” Starks’s CEO saunters in and swipes a piece of toast from Bucky’s grip,  flips a chair back to front and casually sits astride.   Their chief needler is dressed for corporate battle in a Givenchy three piece suit.    He ignores the protest of ‘Hey!’ and wolfs his purloined breakfast down.

“Snooze you lose, Winter.  Head on a swivel.”  He grins in the face of Bucky’s glare as Bruce, ever the peace-maker, sets another piece on Bucky’s plate.  “Not that I think Miss Y/N will be too upset by the result.  There is no such thing as bad press in this biz.”  

“Not upset?!”  Steve’s jaw hits his knees.  “Even the Post and Times have carried it on page 3!”

“Exactly.”  Tony points with an absently filled coffee cup. “Headline coverage is headline coverage. The whole country is talking about it. The assholes who told her to get out of the boardroom will drive up her sales in sympathy.”    

Steve bites his lip.  “Really?”  

“Yup.  They’ll get a nice bounce out of this and probably a few million follows.  Wish I’d thought of it.”

From somewhere above Clint’s purple arrow mug there is a strangled snort. “You, publically picking an argument?  That’s not news, that’s an everyday occurrence.”

“Sure thing, Birdbrain. At least I….”  

“Guys.  Guys.” Steve puts up his hands.  The morning’s habitual serving of trash talk is giving him a headache.  He rubs his temple and tries to think this through.  Should he make some sort of statement?  Tweet out an apology? Would flowers and a note be more personal or should he assume she wants nothing to do with him in this universe or next?

That last thought makes the bright sunny day feel like a wall of cloud’s rolled in, but who is he kidding?  

Expressing himself had gotten him into this mess.  The last thing he wants is to make it even worse.  

“What should I do?”

The table falls uncharacteristically quiet.  Sam claps him on the shoulder as he rises and takes his dirty dishes to the sink. Bruce mumbles something about ‘relays’, following Clint’s retreating back.  Bucky, the traitor, puts his metal hand out as if to say, ‘don’t look at me. you’re on your own pal.’  

The only two left in support are pointedly ignoring him.  Tony and Natasha hover over their Starkphones, avoiding his pleading gaze until, suddenly, Natasha’s ‘pulls’ up a page to float, glowing blue, above the jam.      

“I think it’s been decided for you.”

Steve blinks, quickly scans the hologram of the New York Times fifth page while Tony whistles low. “Brilliant. They’re freaking brilliant. I’d like to poach their PR rep.”  

Natasha thumps him on the arm. “Tony. Focus.”

“Just kidding.  Ah, not actually.  But I will send a few tens of million their way.  Jarvis?”

<Sir, it is already done>

“Excellent.”

While Tony texts Pepper excitedly with this news, Steve, slack-jawed, reads the page size Invitation in detail.  

It is blue on white, stamped with the Dodgers official logo and signed with the sort of flourish gained only from practicing calligraphy.

Natasha’s smiling so wide he can see her pointy teeth.   Tony is grinning from ear to ear.  And Bucky, Bucky is trying to hide a tear.  

“Every boy’s goddam dream Stevie,” he says, “She’s got class.  Class and guts.”

That she does.  But holy hell.  Him play in a game? He’s so rusty a swimming pool of oil couldn’t help. Besides, when the Avengers have some downtime they more often kick a soccer ball around.  Sure he’s thrown out ceremonial first pitches since coming out of the ice, but the last time he’d hit he could barely connect the ball and bat.  Now?  Serum’d up?  Would he explode the ball like Randy Johnson did a bird?  Would it leave orbit and be a danger to traffic on Elysian Ave?  He’d have to dial it down.  Check his swing somehow.  It’s worrying, but the sweet reality of jogging freely around the bases without wheezing or coughing up a lung hits home.  

Wow.  It would be fun.  You never forget the smell of popcorn and hotdogs and chalk and…..

A little anxiety starts to set in. “I haven’t played in seventy-seven years.”  

“Seventy-nine,” quips Buck. “High school gym class.  You bunted and Mickey Ryan got to pinch run.” His best friend shakes his head and reaches for his phone, pulls up the Dodgers’ message app.   “You’re going man.  And we are going with you.”

Steve blushes.  Gives in to reality.  Yes he’s going.   And inside--in his heart of hearts--- he’s looking forward to seeing Y/N too.

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July 1st..

“Good morning Captain Rogers. Welcome to Dodger Stadium.”  

“Good morning Miss Archer,” Steve shakes hands with Fleur’s Press Secretary, stands uncertainly on the pavement outside the Player’s entrance.  It’s warm and not too windy, perfect playing weather, but already he has a little trickle of sweat down his back.  Astride the doors is the welcoming committee: the team’s Clubhouse manager, assorted assistants and one extremely starry-eyed ball boy.  He shakes hands and greets them all, tryies not to notice the crescendo of clicking automatic flash.  

The press hounds gathered in a less welcome contingent are making him nervous to say anything.

“Please call me Stephanie,” says the fresh-faced young woman in Dodger blue holding the days jam packed schedule. “I am helping LA today.  And don’t mind them Captain.  They aren’t allowed in the locker room.” She points a stylus toward to the blue tinted glass doors. “Come into the club house and we can get you suited up.”

Steve follows the ticking of her high heels into a hushed and new smelling corridor and then through one-way glass doors to arrive in a brightly lit but utterly unmodern room.

“What the?”

He stands speechless; stock still in the open central space, and his mouth is open and catching flies.

The LA locker room has been transformed.  Instead of high tech monitors and computer feeds and OLED TVs, the room is hung with old style Dodger pennants.  Pictures of 40’s Brooklyn.  Advertisements for the ‘Subway Series’; the  ’41 and ’47 World Series played by two New York teams: the Yankees and his ‘Dem Bums’. The lockers are mostly empty, a few hung with wooden hangers and old-style jerseys, baggy knickers and long blue socks.  Before each cubbie is a wooden stool.  And on the few laden shelves are blue caps and helmets with the familiar ‘B’.

Exactly as the Brooklyn clubhouse would have been almost 80 years ago.  

“We thought this might be your size,” says Stephanie, leading him by the elbow to a spot with pride of place beside the onfield door.  The white cotton of the home uniform is soft, stitched with exactly the swooping letters of yesteryear and about two size larger any other that he’s seen.  

“You did this…?”  

She nods and smiles as he gingerly takes the deep blue helmet down. “The whole team and management. I know Brooklyn didn’t used to wear helmets back in your day but the League insisted.  This is a regulation game and the bats are rather stronger now.”  

And so am I, Steve thinks, settling the heavy plastic down over his head.  It’s snug, fits so exactly he suspects Tony has been involved.  Only the cheek-guard feels odd.  He rolls his neck a little, trying to get a feel of the slightly lop-sided weight.

“Miss Y/N figured you are used to wearing helmets.”

“Yeah,“ he blushes, looking down and amazed to find a familiar pair of dark all leather cleats.  “Do you do this every year?”

Stephanie’s lips twitch as she barely conceals a grin. “No sir.  Just this one.”

All this for him?   Incredible.  Steve’s throat closes up.  “Uh.. uhm.  Thank you.”  

“Don’t thank me,” the blond ponytail gives a shake, “thank Miss Y/N. It was her idea.   I’ll leave you to dress and then you can exit through that door and meet her at the gate.”

Soon enough, Steve is left to dress all by himself.  He shrugs out of his shirt and chinos, pulls on the kit and fumbles with the knickers’ blue belt and loops.  What a time for butterflies.  He’s nervous, he really is, caught between wanting to help a team and just take in the wonder of it.  There’s a number 41 on the jersey’s back--Harry Taylor’s number musn’t be retired.   Will they play him in left field like the big Irish slugger?  If he was coach he would.  Steve doesn’t know the plays, the cutoff points, or the signs.  

He finishes tying the (perfectly fitting) cleats and stuffs white batting gloves into his back pocket feeling mostly set.  A quick few strides takes him through the home team tunnel.  It’s weird-there’s no one hanging round, no one snapping pics or asking for photographs.  He hustles a little more and then stops short just where the sunny square of outside light blinds him momentarily.

The clubhouse was a dream but this is something else.

Dodger stadium is dressed up like Ebbets Field.  Low swagged banners for advertisements on the bleachers.  Vendors in vintage dress.   Pennants for a World Series win in1955 and six for National League championships.  An organ’s live music is playing over the speakers and not a recording system.     

And on the first and third base lines the ‘home’ and ‘visiting’ teams are all lined up.  Twenty-five guys in Brooklyn white and blue, twenty-five in LA grey.  Some of the current team and veterans of many ages.

They stand at attention with caps over their hearts.

Wow.  

“Number 41, playing for Brooklyn, Steve Rogers!!”

The announcer’s words are drowned by the roar of the swelling crowd.   Steve starts forward, intending to take his place at the end of the home team line, but he makes it only to near home plate before his feet become glued again.  The audience is on its feet.  Stamping.  Shouting. Cheering on not Captain America but a man who’s had this dream.

Forever.  

It can’t be real.  It can’t, but he looks up to the owner’s box and there are the Avengers assembled in Brooklyn Blue.  Whistling and clapping.  Waving flags of oldtime Dodger blue just like the crowd.  As thrilled for him as he is.

He doffs his cap and turns around, slowly, carefully; waving it to acknowledge the entire park.      

“Captain? Steve?”

He shakes himself out of a daze and turns to look down at Miss Y/N who stands just at his elbow. She is smiling, pretty and perfect in a Brooklyn ball cap and summery light dress.  Her long dark hair is glossy and flowing down her back and incongruously he wants to tuck away a stray strand that floats in the wind.  

“Fine Miss.  Just shocked.  Amazed.”  His tongue can’t manage anymore.  His heart is pounding and his chest is tight and he know it isn’t asthma but isn’t sure quite what. A hearattack? Impossible?  Anxiety? No, he’s happy not upset.  Happiness?!  Most likely. It seems to be that her hand is warm on his. 

She’s moving to pull him over to the teams, set to introduce him but they stop a moment.   He’s having trouble not tearing up.  Her brow furrows worriedly.  “Are you ok?”

Not really but then none of this seems real.  “Fine, fine Miss Y/N.” 

“Call me Y/N, please.” 

“Thank you. Y/N.  Tell me..” he asks quietly.

Her cap tilts up and she has to shield her eyes from the sun. “What?”

“Why?  Why did you do all this?  You didn’t have to. You….”  could have hated my guts forever, he wants to say but manages to keep it in.    

Y/N gives a quiet sigh. “I thought about it. What I said and what you said and I realize that I was wrong.  Our situations are totally different.  When my team was traded I was furious for months.. years honestly, but I had that last game at Olympic Stadium.  I got Gary Carter’s autograph and Pedro Martinez’ too.  Said goodbye.  Kept a souvenir ball.   You didn’t have that time to grieve.  When you woke up they were gone and that was a cruel surprise.  I can’t turn back time, but I can take you a little of the way there.  Let America’s hero have the chance to play.  And give your Dodgers’ the proper send-off you deserve.”

Steve is gobsmacked. This incredible, amazing, baseball crazy woman has changed this game just for him.  He stands staring down at her, wondering how he got so lucky.  He ticked her off and she’s still coming back.

Like Peggy.  

He stands a moment, stunned by his own realization and watching her rummage in her purse.   She shoves a scoresheet and binoculars aside and pulls out something that looks suspiciously like a ball.  

“Steve I wanted to apologize.  And the game is that, but also I got you this.”  She puts the scuffed up, flaky old leather of a Brooklyn ball into his upturned palm.  

“It’s…”

The home run ball he caught on May 26, 1941.  

The game that Shield played on the oldtime radio as he was waking up in another world.

The blue ink of the date and name were faded but unmistakeable. The poor agent greeting him could have never known.  Of all the games to pick..one burned into his memory.  The Brooklyn Eagle had run a picture of him and Pete Reiser on the center of the sports page: the skinny ‘local kid’ giving back to the Rookie of the Year his very first home run ball.  That dinger had tied the game, launched Pistol Pete onto a year of league-leading runs.  

Of course Steve could never forget it.  It was, he’d once assumed, his fifteen minutes of fame.  

“How?”  Did you know?

Y’N laughs.  It wrinkles her freckled nose adorably. “If you thought baseball was good for stats, just see the MLB now! It wasn’t hard to find.  A Steve Rogers in the forties catching Pete Reiser’s first home run ball.”

He supposes not. But… he scans her face.  She can’t know that that was the game he woke up too?  Or can she?  Did Fury get involved?  Was this another way for him to apologize for his little trick?  

And does it really matter anymore. He scuffs a cleat against the astroturf.  “Look I’ve been an…”

“Ass?”  Y/N grins as she can’t help but tease.  “I am not the one known as ‘America’s Ass.’”

He laughs.  “Not in these baggy things.”

“I don’t know they aren’t so bad.”  

Are they flirting?!  Oh god they are and he hasn’t blundered yet.

He throws the ball nervously from hand to hand.  “It’s too much..it’s….”

“Just what you deserve.”

After that they go down the lines; shaking hands with every coach and player new and old.   The day is to honour old timers and Steve is delighted to find it includes six players still alive from before the team was moved: Sandy Koufax, Don Drysdale and Cody Bellinger,  Branch Rickey who he remembers enlisted in the Army in ’42, and Tommy Lasorda, player and then winning coach.  They are wrinkled and grey-haired but still hold their gloves with ease, josh with him about being the perfect designated hitter for a team, cat call the ‘vistors’ who are mostly LA alumni.  

Soon it will be time to take the field.  One last handshake to go.  Y/N directs him along to the next in line and he looks over to find the young LA short stop who had been there is gone.  

Replaced by a white-haired, thin bearded man in uniform and wheelchair.  

“Would you like me to autograph that for you son?”

This time Steve’s jaw hits the floor.  “Pete…?”

“Reiser..yup.”  The old man taps his head.  “So lucky to be here.  96 years young. 1 year younger than you are.. though I’ll allow it you look a little better.”

Steve laughs and shakes his head. “I can’t believe it.”

“Yeah, well somedays neither can I,” Pete chuckles.  “Got all my faculties if not my legs. Dodgers in LA. Who would have credited it, but sometimes change is good.  These bums keep winning championships.” 

Steve smiles. Perhaps he’s right, but Pete was the guy that won them a pennant after twenty years of drought. “You almost turned them round, Sir.”

“Now quite how I remember it. But I do remember a scrawny kid who volunteered to give me my ball back.”

Of course he had.  It was what a good fan does.  Steve flushes.  “I am so honoured.”

“That makes two of us, son.”

Steve looks up to cheering friends and then back at Y/N.  She’s held her official boardroom style composure for an hour under the sun; introduced with pride every player new and old, but this time it’s she that can’t speak.  Wipes tears from off her cheeks; smiling freely and quite unconcerned that Fox Sports is televising this live.  

No way she doesn’t understand how important this moment is.  And Reiser. Who’s had to give up his ball.

Fury’s so going to hear from him.  Later.

There’s a faintly impatient ‘Cap’ and Steve turns quickly back.  Pete’s gesturing, beckoning him down and so he drops down on his haunches. The old Dodger leans forward and taps a gnarled finger on the ball.

“Super serum or whatever, lad let me give you some advice.  You see that one?”  He points over Steve’s shoulder to Y/N who is distracted, joking with A.J. Ellis who will the catch the game.  The sun is bringing out red highlights in her hair. 

 “Take it from me, I can tell.  She’s sweet on you.” A pair of watery blue eyes twinkle.  “And Lordy she’s a keeper.”

“Yes sir.”

Steve rises and on Tommy Lasorda’s signal jogs out into centre-field.  Once there he punches his hand in his glove, plays a few rounds of long toss, and stands, not quite able to take it in.

The noise.  The smell.  The sheer huge expanse of field.  

I am so lucky to be here.  So blessed.  So hoping I don’t drop the ball.  

He doesn’t realize he murmurs the last out loud until Bucky’s voice breaks into his earpiece.

It is the one concession to Stark’s vigilance.  “Of course you will.”  

“Punk.”

“Jerk.”  

Steve laughs.  His and Bucky’s friendship, unlike the Dodgers, will never change.  As he waits, nervous and excited, for Clayton Kershaw’s windup,  he looks up to the owner’s box and reflects that, after all, Pete Reiser may be right.  

Sometimes change is good.  

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Lost Souls and Reveries (Part 18)

22 part AU written for @cssns​. Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6,Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13,Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17. Story available on AO3 Here and FF Here. Banner created by the amazingly talented @shipsxahoy​!!

Killian Jones is a wolf shifter without roots, without plans, and without a pack. He’s a rogue, someone humans should avoid and shifters should be wary of given his lineage. But one night years back set him on a path he didn’t realize he was taking, a path leading to a future he is destined for. That future is tied up in one woman – a human named Emma Nolan. Together Emma and Killian will find not only answers, but a love that’s truly fated. But will love be enough to set them free, or will past demons win out in the end? (Answer: love always wins – I am writing this so despite some tiny pockets of angst it’s basically a fluff-filled insta-love fest). Rated M.

A/N: Hey everyone! So another chapter of ‘Lost Souls and Reveries’ is finally here, and this one brings… well a lot of stuff I don’t think any of you are expecting. We open in cuteness and move to an unforeseen complication, and honestly a lot of really heavy emotions. This chapter talks a lot about loss and about the grief that comes after you’ve lost someone you love. It’s heavy at times, but rest assured, we will get closure and we will end in a good place. That being said, if you’re worried about reading it and being upset, I am more than willing to answer any questions before, or tell you what you miss in this chapter so you can skip to the next one. The scenes I’m talking about will come in Emma’s POV, which is the second part of the chapter. Either way, I’m really looking forward to seeing what you all think of this installment, and as always, thanks so much for reading!

So this is what it means to be truly blissful.

Killian had thought the same thing a hundred times in the past week, and each time it was just as true. For seven whole days he’d had everything he could ever dream of. Liam had returned and there was renewed hope that his brother could find a second chance. The anxiety and fear that had long lingered in the back of Killian’s mind was gone now. Instead, Killian felt the certainty of hope. He believed with an unyielding conviction that Liam’s return heralded a new day for all of them. It filled the world with promise, and though life had been no less busy with his brother’s arrival, it was exactly what Killian wanted.

Despite his baser wish to hide away with Emma and revel in their still new bond to each other, his lovely mate had other commitments. She and her father did invaluable work at their clinic, serving the town in a way that couldn’t be avoided long term. Killian was proud of all Emma accomplished, and loved how much she loved what she did even if it meant their days were filled with some hours apart. In the meantime Killian had been preparing – working towards cementing his life here and helping Liam to do the same. While there was no need to work, Killian felt strongly that he and Liam should do something together, for that was what they’d always thought might happen when they were young. Killian also felt strongly that he wanted to find the perfect spot for his next chapter with Emma. There were many beautiful homes here in Storybrooke, but the hunt for the right one was proving a bit laborious, though Killian was more than up for the challenge. All in all they were adjusting still, but things here felt right, like this was the home Killian and his brother had always been meant to find.

Mixed in with all of this business and responsibility, there were also extensive chances for fun as well. Emma’s family and friends were great fans of barbeques and dinner parties, of bonfires on the beach and the occasional fireworks show and all of it was a welcome change to Killian. What a new feeling it was to celebrate a summer again, to revel in the lazier days, the subtle heat, and unfiltered sunshine. The sea this time of year was picture perfect, and he and Liam had found themselves there a number of times, reminding him of the good times they’d had as kids in England. He was reinvigorated by the freedom and connection that Storybrooke provided. He’d never felt such a sense of belonging or peace, and though each moment had been miraculous, none of them ever compared to the ones like where it was just he and Emma.

Right now was a truly quiet moment. While he had risen with the sun and the songbirds, Emma was still nestled up beside him, holding close even as dreams still claimed her. She was totally relaxed and indescribably beautiful, with her golden hair tumbling around her and the long, lean lines of her body intertwined with his. Emma was perfection itself, and Killian couldn’t tear his gaze away or keep from grinning at all of his good fortune. He didn’t know how long he stayed this way, luxuriating in the easy comfort of this moment, but soon enough the quiet was broken with sultry words from his lovely mate.  

“How is it that I know you’re smiling, even without opening my eyes?”

The words from Emma as she stirred awake were thick but sensual, gripped with lingering sleep but filled with love and amusement. His siren might tease him this morning, but there was no doubt of her happiness at his unbridled joy, not when the first thing she did was meet his eyes and share a brilliant smile of her own. Her green eyes sparkled, and her lips called to him, demanding that he greet her with the kiss he’d been craving from the moment he woke up.

“You know because there is nothing in my life but goodness, now, love. I have you and so I have everything.”

“Everything?” Emma asked, her eyes filled with feeling as her fingers traced over the muscles of his chest.

“Everything. With you I have more than any man would dare to dream of. I want for nothing, Emma, as long as I have you.”

“Well I don’t know about that,” Emma said, her eyes heating up as her gaze slid down his body. He made no move to cover himself, knowing that the sheet that draped over them last night was no longer there thanks to the summer heat. His core muscles flexed unconsciously as a response to Emma’s eyes hungrily taking him in. They moved down his chest and his abs to the hard length that had woken him this morning. It was a given when he was allowed to hold his love all night long that he should always need her, but that need ramped up even higher as Emma licked her lips and her eyes shot back to his. “I think we both know there’s more you’re wanting right now.”

“Perhaps,” Killian said, pulling a surprised gasp from her lips and then a laugh as he moved above her quickly, but it turned into a moan as he moved his lips to her neck kissing her before he nipped at her sensitive skin. “But I can sense my mate is just as willing and desirous as I am.”

“Always,” Emma sighed out, her hands clutching to him and driving him mad as the love continued to grow between them. “I always want you. It’s never enough, even if it’s everything.”

Killian knew exactly what she meant when she said that, and so no more words were needed. What Emma wanted was action, and Killian was desperate to give it to her. He traced every beautiful line of her body and every erogenous place that drove his love wild with his hands and his mouth. He chronicled every sound she made, every arch for closeness, and every beg for more, feeling more alive as he brought her closer to the edge than he ever could outside of this space between them. He gave over to his instincts and his urges, feasting on the love of his life, and tasting as she came not once but twice. He’d have stayed there forever, blending Emma’s need for slow steady patience at the start that then became faster and more demanding, but his beauty had other ideas, bringing him up over her again before taking control and giving them both what they wanted. They chased a joint completion, crashing towards an all too blissful finish, and when Emma’s soft plea fell from her lips that begged him to come with her he was lost. He had no choice but to give in, and then revel in the glory that was their love made real.

“So, is it living up to all that you expected?” Killian asked when they’d both regained their breath enough to speak again. Emma arched a brow at his question and he couldn’t help grinning at her perplexed look. “The calm after the storm. This is the normal you wanted, isn’t it?”

“I would hardly call anything we just did normal,” Emma countered, pressing another kiss to his lips as a smile played at the corners of her mouth.

“What would you call it?” Killian growled, his want for her growing again even though they’d just sated this need a moment ago.

“I’d call it perfect or destined or fated,” Emma whispered, her eyes misting up a little in a show Killian knew was brought on by sheer joy. “Every day I think maybe some of this will fade, but it never does. I love you more today than yesterday, and I know tomorrow will be the same. It’s so much more than normal. It’s exceptional.”

There was no way to hear this and not immediately want to ravish her again. Where Emma had breathtaking words that mirrored his own feeling so exquisitely, he had physical response. He’d show her all over again just how much he loved her, but then a knock sounded at the door, and without even knowing who was behind it Killian groaned loudly. This prompted Emma to laugh, which in turn lit him up inside, but he resented the fact that whoever had come to see them was ending this moment for the time being. Emma got out of bed, finding some clothes to throw on and pulling her hair back in a tie as she mirthfully watched him where he still lay in bed.

“I think it’s safe to say you jinxed us. You said our life was peaceful, but you forgot, we don’t really do calm, quiet moments. At least not for long.”

“No I guess we don’t,” Killian said, admitting defeat and getting up. Before he went about clothing himself though, he brought Emma in for another kiss, taking delight in the way she went a bit breathless and the touch of pink kissed her cheeks as her eyes widened ever so slightly.

“I’ll get the door while you get dressed. There’s no telling who this is, and if it’s my Mom…”

“If it’s your mother, I’ve got roughly thirty seconds before all hell breaks loose. Aye, I know, love. I’ll get a move on.”

Killian took comfort in Emma’s laughter that reverberated through this home that he thought of as theirs. It was small, but it was bursting with life and with love, and Killian knew that while it wouldn’t be their forever place, he couldn’t think of giving it up. Someday soon, if all went as he hoped, Emma and him would marry and then grow their family, but he had enough saved away to keep this place and any other home they may acquire in town. Perhaps it was strange to think that way, but Killian had eyes set on the future, even as he and Emma shared an incredibly present.

“Elsa, are you all right? Did something happen?”

The words from Emma spurned Killian to dress faster and close the space between them. He moved hastily to the front hall, seeing that Elsa was not alone outside. His brother stood next to her, and behind them were Ruby, Graham and Anna. Not a one of them looked to be at all happy to be here, and Killian immediately felt the same sense of foreboding that his mate was grappling with. These were their dearest friends and family, and there was clearly something very wrong.

“I’m fine, Emma. Just tired, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.”

“Elsa, I don’t know what’s going on, but I do know that’s not true. You’re more than tired. You’re shaking, you’re pale -,”

“Well technically I’m always pale,” Elsa joked, but Killian could see what Emma meant. Her friend was whiter than normal, and there were dark circles forming underneath her usually bright blue eyes.

“Elsa, you look like you’d topple over at the next strong breeze. What’s happening?”

“It’s my fault,” Liam said, his voice gruff with anger at himself and pain at his mate’s suffering. Killian’s brows knit together. How was Liam the cause for this? Surely he’d never willingly do anything to harm Elsa. He’d rather die than do so.

“It’s not, Liam,” Elsa attested, squeezing his hand as she looked at him with nothing less than full-blown love. “All of this is just a lot for my magic to handle.”

“Elsa’s essence and Liam’s are being tied together naturally,” Ruby explained. “Their mating bond has created a natural sharing of energy, but it’s not sustainable for it to go on this way. The sickness is strong, and right now Elsa is overextended.”

“So what do we do? How do we fix this?” Emma asked, ready to do whatever it took to help her friend. Killian pulled her back to him, and though she was still determined, Emma welcomed the gesture, pulling strength from him and his supportive presence.

“There is a way,” Anna said, her usually bubbly demeanor now softened and unsettling. Emma’s friend was quieter than Killian had ever seen her, leading him to believe the answer would not be a satisfactory one. “We found a spell in the family archives that essentially ties two lives together. Our great-great aunts used it when one of them was sick as a teenager. They blended their life lines together, making them both healthy for many more years. They lived together for decades, and ultimately passed together too.”

“That’s amazing,” Emma said and Killian nodded in agreement. It sounded spectacular to him, but also, Killian was guessing, very dangerous.

“It is,” Elsa agreed. “But the thing is, when we’ve done this, my magic will be severely limited. I’ll still have it, but it won’t be as strong.”

“Oh,” Emma whispered, but where she seemed to understand something new from Elsa’s disclosure, Killian was still at a loss. True Elsa had just recently discovered her gifts, but what was a little sacrifice when it came to securing a life long love?

“What am I missing here?” he asked, and after a moment of awkward silence, Emma filled in with her own guess.

“Elsa was going to help lift my block if I ever decided I was ready to be a shifter. She was going to do what she did for Neal with me.”

The weight of that came crashing back into Killian, and though he’d never forgotten that Emma was a hybrid of two species, he had allowed himself to forget that this was a risk she could someday face. He knew that Emma was unsure about what she wanted, but deep down Killian also realized the what-if would always stay with her. A part of Emma was a brilliant, vibrant animal, just as he was, and he knew first hand how hard it must be to not feel truly whole by not having an open connection with one’s wolf. As much as he loved her, and as much as she loved him, it would always be something missing if she didn’t rectify that rift. Killian grieved for Emma, believing as she did that Elsa was saying she could no longer perform such magic. But a not so little part of him was relieved that the choice had been made already and that Emma would not undergo such a potentially dangerous process when she was well and healthy right now.

“I still can,” Elsa said, prompting Killian’s heart to plummet. “It’s just… well the time table has moved up a little.”

“How much?” Killian asked, and Elsa looked at him blinking in confusion. “How much time does she have to decide? A few weeks? Days?”

“Hours,” Ruby replied.

“Hours?” Emma parroted, her voice flying up an octave.

“The sooner this is done the better for Elsa,” Ruby reiterated. “She’s only growing weaker, and she needs as much energy as she can possibly garner. Also, the moon is strong right now and the tides will be in longer than they normally would, meaning Emma’s wolf will hopefully be stronger too, even if she’s currently suppressed.”

“But you don’t have to do this, Emma,” Anna assured her. “If you’re not ready it’s okay. We can probably figure something else out. We can study Elsa’s memories more and maybe together Ruby and I can -,”

“No,” Emma said, halting Anna’s words and making Killian’s heart skip painfully again. “I’m sorry, Anna, I know you mean well, but it has to be Elsa. I don’t know why, but I just… know.”

“Just like you know that this is what you want,” Killian said, not needing to ask a question when he could feel Emma’s decision coursing through the link between them. She looked at him then, turning to face him and focusing solely on him. Her arms wrapped around him and he pulled her close, and though he was worried and so damn scared – more scared that at any other point in his life – he did everything he could not to show it.

“This isn’t just my choice, Killian, and I know that. I won’t do this if you think I shouldn’t.”

He was so close to saying just that, but Killian couldn’t take that choice from Emma. He loved her with everything he was, and sometimes love meant giving up one’s peace of mind in the name of their love’s happiness. He knew he could never live without Emma, and so her risking herself in this way was a risk to him too. But in the depths of her jade colored eyes Killian could still see belief that this would be okay. She was hopeful, despite the odds stacked against it, and because Emma’s hope had never served him wrong before, he chose to follow it again. He brought his hand to push away a strand of her wayward hair, his fingers running lightly against her cheek as he memorized her every feature.

“I trust you, Emma, and I trust in us. We’ve a lifetime ahead of us, and if you and Elsa feel good about this, then this is what we do.”

Emma’s eyes looked to Elsa and the two of them shared a nod of certainty. Killian felt his throat tighten at the choice, but he stood by what he’d said. He would follow her anywhere, even if it terrified him in every way.

“What do we need to do?” Emma asked. “Can we do it here? Now?”

“But Emma, your parents. Maybe you should…” Graham let the idea trail off, knowing that his thought process insinuated that Emma should be saying goodbye. That riled Killian up, and he stiffened up at the notion, but Emma put her hand on his chest above his heart to calm him as she responded.

“There’s no need to worry them. It’s going to be fine, and I don’t want to put them through that. After everything with Neal… they just should never have to face something like that again.”

“That’s your choice,” Anna said with a nod. “And we will all respect that.”

The group agreed, and things felt like they moved impossibly quickly from there. Killian’s nerves continued to fray as he watched Elsa, Anna, and Ruby get everything ready. It seemed that Elsa’s memories had given enough clues of how this worked to instruct some of their choices, but Killian felt lost and unhelpful at every turn. There was nothing he could do except support Emma and try to keep the terror he was feeling from showing and worrying his mate. When everything was finally ready, Elsa looked to Emma, another silent exchange between the friends telling Emma that it was time. For the first time Killian could see that Emma wasn’t as calm, cool, and collected as she’d been before. She was still certain this was what she wanted, but Killian could sense her fear and unease. Not knowing what would happen was a scary thing, but in seeing Emma falter, Killian felt his own courage rise. He had to be there for her to defend and protect her, and though he couldn’t do much, he could remind her that he loved her always, and that he’d be here every step of the way.

“I’ll be right here, Emma. There’s no need to worry. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Emma let out a soft laugh at his resolve, and then pulled him down by the collar of his shirt so he was jut a breath away. “I know you won’t. But trust Elsa, okay? If it looks a bit dodgy at any point you have to respect her choices. She’ll know what to do. Right?”

Emma looked to Elsa who nodded and responded with an immediate, “Yes.” This prompted Emma to finally be led to the couch, the place that Elsa had decided was best for the treatment. She lay back, closing her eyes for a moment, before opening them again and looking only at him.

“Don’t let go, okay?” Emma whispered, and though she smiled at him, Killian could sense her lingering fear. He swallowed harshly, fighting against his own emotion and nodded.

“I’ll never let you go, love. I love you, Emma. You can do this.”

With that Emma nodded, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, and then Elsa moved her hands to hover over her, and Killian and the others watched in awe as magic filled the room and the process of blending Emma’s souls began.

…………………

It was beyond difficult to act like she wasn’t scared shitless at the thought of submitting herself to such an unknown magic, but Emma did everything she could to hold on to her calm. It should have been impossible to do so, but the love in Killian’s eyes was so comforting, and knowing that he would never leave her helped Emma to push forward.

Closing her eyes and giving into this was a monumental task. Emma tried not to hyperventilate and to count the breaths she took. She heard Elsa’s words, felt the warmth of her magic, and eventually her mind evened out, settling into something more comfortable than fear. The sounds all around her faded, and Emma transitioned into a new state of calm that made her feel like things must be going okay. It could have been seconds or days that she stayed like this, but finally Emma’s consciousness told her to open her eyes again. She expected to see the ceiling of her and Killian’s home, or maybe the faces of the people she loved most, but what she saw instead was as beautiful as it was perplexing.

As her gaze took in her surrounding, the light she saw was too raw and too natural for her to be in the right place. It glowed like the first few moments where sun breaks through the clouds on a gloomy day. The gentle swirls of gold were lovely, but it didn’t fade as Emma blinked her eyes from the sleepy state of rest she’d just been in. When she saw the canopy above her she felt her brow furrow in confusion. She inhaled the air around her, sensing she was definitely outside, and that this wasn’t a trick of her imagination. There was the hearty smell of forest with the softest kiss of something floral. A cool breeze settled over the grass around her, and as she realized she was laying somewhere on the ground and not on the couch she’d started on she bolted up.

“Oh no,” Emma whispered, her eyes watering immediately as she contemplated what may have happened. Had she… no please, say it wasn’t so. Had she really sacrificed all of her happiness only to have it end so soon? She felt ready to crumble at the thought, when a voice sounded out around her.

“You’re not dead, you’re healing, becoming something new. It’s all right, Emma. Everything is going to be all right.”

The words came from a voice just shy of familiar, and Emma jumped at the realization that there was anyone else here at all. Then when she turned to find out who had spoken, she was struck by the sight of a beautiful woman who she had never seen before. This woman was a complete stranger to Emma, dressed in a flowing light green dress that danced in the slight gusts of wind around them. Her hair was curled and long, held back by a bold emerald ribbon, and the color was so dark it was nearly black. Her skin was fair, spattered with a few freckles that Emma could see even from this distance, and those eyes – she’d only ever seen eyes of that exact shade one place in her life, but that had to be a coincidence. Surely no one else in the world could have the same eyes as Killian.

“I don’t understand,” Emma said, not knowing how to formulate any other thoughts. The woman smiled, and again Emma was struck by the resemblance this woman had to the love of her life.

“Oh I think you do, Emma, at least to some degree. But let me clarify so as to spare you that impossible question. My name is Meera, Meera Jones.”

A physical bomb detonating in that moment would have been less jarring to Emma than that claim. At some level Emma knew it could be true. Just looking at this woman, the resemblance was uncanny. She could see Killian and Liam so acutely in her features, but Emma’s rational mind argued that it couldn’t be possible. Their mother was killed so many years ago, and seeing her while also being alive had to be, by definition, impossible.

“I thought you said I wasn’t dead,” Emma blurted and though she was mortified for a second, she was instantly soothed by the sound of genuine laughter. It was easily given, and though it was distinct from Killian’s, Emma sensed a familiarity in it, as if her bond with the man she loved gave her insight into this special sound he must cherish deep in his memories.

“You aren’t. You are still very much alive, but this is a plane outside of life and death, it just… is.”

Meera gestured at their surroundings, and though Emma took the time to look around again, tracking all of the wild natural beauty that was bursting with energy while still being still and tranquil, she noticed Meera didn’t do so. Her lack of interest in this otherworldly place interested Emma, and ultimately curiosity about the particulars of this meeting right now won out.

“But you… I mean, Brennan…” Emma blanched as she realized that hearing the name of her psychopathic husband/killer might upset Killian’s mother.

“It’s okay, my dear, you can say his name. Brennan took me from my boys too soon,” she acknowledged, and though the words were painful, it didn’t sound like Meera was carrying that pain any longer. Killian’s mother seemed calm and unbothered, as if she’d long ago accepted what her fate had been. It was an unexpected response, when Emma knew forgiveness must be near impossible when someone had wronged you so horribly, but the perseverance in this woman’s whole demeanor inspired her. She wasn’t devoid of feeling; she simply had stopped giving the evil actions of her husband any kind of power. “He had his reasons, at least in his mind.”

“But why? Just for revenge? Because you left?”

“No. In the end, his actions had very little to do with me leaving at all. It wouldn’t have mattered if I stayed or left. He wanted me gone forever, and he told me as much when he found me. I was always a means to an end, and running, in the end, gave me so much more precious time with my boys. Time I am incredibly grateful for.”

“It’s not right though. You should have had so much more.”

“I wish we could have, but the thing about dying is that you truly learn a lesson we’re all taught when we’re very young,” Meera said, pausing a moment before explaining to Emma. “You realize that life really does unfold with purpose. Things happen for a reason, things end in their time, and every pain and every heartbreak serves a purpose. It hurts you, it changes you, but it ultimately makes you, you. Brennan understood that in his own twisted way, and he thought that my death would push my sons towards a darkness not unlike his own. He hoped to take my boys and make them monsters just like him, and he knew that as long as I lived, I would never let that happen.

“But despite his best laid plans, Brennan ultimately failed, because he neglected to understand that a mother’s love is stronger than life and death. It doesn’t ever end or fade. It is eternal. I loved my sons from the first moments they knew life, and I will love them always and infinitely. Truly nothing could take me from them, and I’ve been with Killian and Liam every step of the way.”

“You protected them,” Emma said, knowing from the fierce love in Meera’s eyes that she’d done everything she possibly could from whatever kind of spirit world this was.

“In every single way I could, but even a mother’s love has limits. I hoped that time would heal all wounds, but for my boys the wounds seemed to get worse and worse, just in different ways. I’ve fretted over that for years, until you came dear.”

“Me?” Emma asked and Meera nodded, stepping close enough to pull Emma into a huge bear hug. Emma was surprised for a moment, but accepted the gesture, hugging this remarkable woman back not just for her but for Killian and Liam too.

“I’m sorry, I know I should have asked,” Meera said as she pulled back while shaking her head. “I just don’t know what else to do. You saved my sons – both of them.”

“I didn’t,” Emma said but Meera cut her off.

“You did.  You opened my youngest boy up to love when he’d hardened himself to goodness on the whole. You brought him back, you made him remember,” she said, her words whispered with the subtle tone of tears. “I fought for years to be close to Killian, to guide him, to help him feel like hope wasn’t lost and like he wasn’t alone, but I couldn’t reach him. He closed himself off in order to survive, but when he found you he remembered how to live. In Boston you paved the way, and in Storybrooke you changed him for the better, and through your love you saved Liam too. My sons will be healthy and whole now. They will live long and lovely lives, all because of you.”

“You sound so sure of that,” Emma responded and Meera gave a small shrug.

“That’s because I am. Things work differently here. Fate is clearer, and she makes no attempt to hide. I’ve known since I came here how things would end. I held onto it every day – my impossibly possible dream. I knew that you would heal my family, just as I know that you will make it grow.”

“You mean like kids?” Emma asked, her hand absentmindedly moving across her abdomen as Meera looked to her totally flat stomach with a knowing smile.

“Your children will be beautiful and wonderful, Emma. They’ll be the perfect blend of you and Killian. And yes, some may be here a bit sooner than expected, but that just means more priceless time to love them. Don’t let any of it go to waste, my dear. It’ll never be enough, no amount of time can be.”

“I – I don’t know what to say,” Emma replied, her mind and heart both overwhelmed by all of this.

“You don’t have to say anything. All you have to do is believe that you and Killian have everything you need to walk this life together. You two can and will weather every storm. No matter what comes, you’ll be ready. Just think of all you’ve already done for your children without even knowing they would come.”

Emma nodded, appreciating that thought even though she was still stunned. Kids. She was going to have kids, and from what Meera was saying, it sounded like one – or maybe more – was already on the way. Was she okay with that? Yes, her mind thought immediately and she smiled at the way things were shaping up.

“I need to thank you, Emma. It’ll never be enough, no words ever could be, but I am so grateful for all that you have done. You believed in love and took the risk, and in doing so, you inspired Killian to do the same. That is no easy feat, but you rose to the challenge. I owe you everything, and I will always be in awe of all that you have done.”

“It was just as much Killian’s work as mine. He’s saved me just as much as I’ve saved him,” Emma confessed, and at this Meera smiled even brighter.

“You are partners, equals in all ways. Well almost. There’s just one last thing that needs doing.”

Meera motioned to the tree line and Emma saw the white wolf that had been in her dreams so many times before. The beast was beautiful and bold, unflinching and unafraid. Her fur was a silky, creamy color, almost white, but laced with a hint of gold. Immediately Emma started to walk towards the animal, pulled in by her presence in ways she couldn’t explain, she didn’t even have the space to think if that was rude to Meera. She had to go see this part of herself that had always been there, but never truly in reach. But when they were close enough to touch Emma faltered, wondering what it was she was meant to do.

“Listen to your instincts Emma, for there is where your wolf will meet you.”

Emma heeded Meera’s command as she tried to listen to her inner thoughts. She allowed herself to trust her gut, and to follow the eyes of the animal before her. Finally she nodded at the beautiful beast before her, and she stood unflinching as the animal charged at her, jumping at her but landing with no impact, instead dissolving into Emma’s very being. The moment that they blended together was transcendent, and aside from the moment that she’d first seen and bonded with Killian, it was the strongest lightening bolt of rightness that she’d ever been struck by. Suddenly Emma felt so much more and sensed the whole world around her in new and transformative ways. She’d internalized her gifts, and the world was an all the more glorious thing to behold because of it. 

“Amazing! That was fantastic, and so much easier than it was with Neal.”

“Neal?” Emma asked, her level of surprise vastly outpacing what it had been even ten seconds ago when her wolf essentially crashed into her innermost being. “You know my brother?”

“I do, but let’s finish the task at hand before I explain why, okay? Best to settle the present before we journey back into the past.”

Emma agreed to give Meera time, and she listened with rapt attention as Killian’s mother explained to her what shifting was like and how to access her animal now that they were joined. She was a wonderful teacher and patient and kind when Emma faltered slightly, but soon enough it became second nature, and Emma felt the power and the pleasure of being connected to her wolf and in command of her shifter abilities. She sprinted at top speed, loving the complete command she had of her body. She fed off of the exertion, living for the feel of a hunt and the adventure of running through unknown wilds. She tried out her strength, jumped higher than she could have imagined, and learned so much that she knew was still only at the surface of her potential. Soon she was pleased with all of it that her wolf acted on instinct, howling into the open air and prompting a feint echo in the distance.

“You are a natural, Emma,” Meera said with glee as she clapped her hands excitedly once they’d shifted back to human form and returned the quiet calm of the field where they had started. “Killian won’t know what to do with himself.”

Emma was happy to hear that, and she knew Meera was right. Killian and her would get the chance to share so much, and in time share that gift with their own little ones too.

“But I know you have questions, and I promised to answer them. Ask away, Emma. I swear I will tell you everything I can.”

“How is it possible that you were there for Neal?”

“That was fate acting in her way,” Meera replied with a smile. “The night you and Killian met in Boston, you two couldn’t know what you were to each other. You were still too young, and mates must come of age to sense their bond in all its glory. But I knew exactly what you’d become to each other, and could see it all. I was curious to know who this girl was that was so right for my boy, and so I stayed with you. I watched you pull yourself together after facing such a terrifying moment and I knew then that you were strong and brave. Then I saw what life had given you so far and I understood that bravery had become part of the very fabric of who you are. 

“Seeing your brother and the grief your family was facing, my heart broke for you all, and I knew I had to help in some way. I saw that the doctors couldn’t fix this. Neal needed magic, and you already had magic in your life, even if you never knew. I couldn’t believe how fortunate that was, and when I realized that Elsa was meant for Liam… well it was one of the happiest days I’ve ever known, experiencing all this newfound hope for my boys. I sent Elsa a dream that night, and low and behold she came. Then, when she wielded her magic on your side, I was here, helping however I could.

“It was admittedly much harder the first time around. Your brother was so young, too young to shift, and he had no idea about any of this. Explaining shifters to him was tricky. I didn’t know much he should know, and I had no idea how he could blend his shifter self with his human self. He was so fascinated by this world and his wolf was still just as young and excitable, and he and his animal ran and ran and ran. I think he was so sick for so long that running was a relief to him. I couldn’t bring myself to stop his fun. Lord knew he’d had so little of it those long hard months.”

Emma felt tears running down her cheeks as she held herself together at the thought. It made her so happy to think that Neal had had that experience because Meera was right. His illness had been so draining and limiting. Running must have felt amazing after so long spent in confinement.

“Does he remember any of this?” Emma asked and Meera smiled again.

“That I don’t know. I think he chalked it up to a dream, but knowing how smart Neal is, he could very well understand it all. I did tell him that this had to stay a secret and that when the time came for him to tell your family, he would know.”

“You never know with him,” Emma said with a laugh. “But we’ll find out soon enough when he comes home.”

“Yes, and there will be plenty to catch him up on. The story is hardly finished, but you just need to remember what I said Emma, it will all be okay in the end. You can handle this and everything still to come.”

Emma didn’t know what Meera was speaking of. It felt like she was being purposefully vague so as to not give Emma too much insight into the future, but as she reached out to touch Emma’s stomach Emma knew that her hint about babies had been a real one. Inexplicably Emma felt a stirring inside too, and she realized it was her wolf confirming that she was in fact pregnant already with her and Killian’s cub.

From there, Emma’s questions were a little less easy to respond to. Meera couldn’t give the particulars of how she’d gotten here or what things were like here long term. She could only say that unfinished business had kept her from being able to move forward. Until she knew that Liam and Killian would be okay, her soul would never rest easy, but that business was now resolved after years of uncertainty. Meera also shared that while Elsa had an incredible gift, this would be the last time such a spell could ever be wielded. Once she and Liam were truly mated the door would be closed, but since everyone who wished to be a shifter was now able to do so, and since all of Emma’s children wouldn’t suffer the remnants of this block, there should be no need for such an exorbitant magical showing. Meera than gave Emma some last tips about communing with her animal, and reminded Emma that while time was a great teacher, she already had all the same tools of a wolf at her disposal.

“Thank you so much. I couldn’t have done this without you,” Emma confessed and Meera hugged her close again before pulling back and wiping away a happy tear.

“You are stronger than you know, Emma, but it has been my pleasure to help you with this. I only wish I could do more, but time, I’m afraid, is not on our side.”

Emma knew she was right, and she was beginning to feel restless to return. She could only imagine how worried everyone was. She’d been here so long and it was time to go back. She couldn’t wait to get back to her life and embrace all the people she already missed to pieces, but she also felt a loss to say goodbye to Killian’s mother who had been nothing but wonderful to her.

“And what about you?”

“Me? I finally get to move on,” Meera said thoughtfully, looking to the other end of the field where they stood. In that corner the sunlight was strong, but Emma found her vision was hazy, and she couldn’t really see what lay beyond. It was obscured, but Emma could imagine that it was beautiful and serene. “Take care of my sons, Emma, and my grandbabies, and know that wherever I go next, I’ll still always be with them, and with you.”

With one final hug, Emma bid farewell to Meera, watching as she moved into whatever beyond lay in store. It was a bittersweet moment, but Emma chose to cling to the good. After years of limbo, Killian’s mother could finally be at peace, and though she may be farther away than she was before, Emma knew Meera and her love would never really disappear. Closing her eyes Emma quietly willed herself to be taken from this place too, wishing for the chance to go home, and when she opened them again she was delighted to find that she was back safe and sound on the couch once more.

“Emma!”

The chorus of everyone’s happiness at seeing her awake was the best kind of welcoming Emma could imagine, but immediately she got up and flung herself into Killian’s arms. He hugged her back, his relief undeniably washing over them as he held her close and murmured words about how much he loved her. It was too much for Emma, and all the emotions of the past few hours bubbled over into happy tears that quietly streamed down her face.

“I missed you so much,” Emma whispered and Killian smiled before kissing her surely.

“Missed him? You’ve been asleep for like thirty seconds. I know you love him, Emma, but that’s a little much,” Ruby joked. Emma looked over at her friends shaking her head.

“You’re not serious. I was only gone that long? God, it felt like forever.”

“Aye it did,” Killian agreed and Emma looked back to him as he continued his thought. “Longest thirty seconds of my life, and one I have no intention of ever repeating.”

“No, there’s no need,” Emma agreed. “It’s over now. I’m a shifter.”

“Well, let’s see then!” Anna said excitedly. “Show us what you got!”

Emma happily agreed, and as they all moved outside she wondered if she’d feel any pressure or worry about doing this. It was still so new, but Emma felt totally in control. She also couldn’t wait to see Killian’s reaction, and as she shifted before them all she got exactly the response she was hoping for. Everyone else commented on how amazing it was or how gorgeous her wolf was, but Killian was looking at her so intently, his eyes burning her from the inside out. Emma could sense that he was ready to pounce, and the image of him shifting and them being like this together made her tummy flip, but before he could she shifted back, knowing that she had to tell them all the truth of all she’d gone through before doing anything else.

Telling the story was difficult in its way, especially at first. Emma stayed close to Killian, holding onto him as she outlined what her time in the in between had been like and who was waiting for her. Throughout her retelling, Killian was still and silent, but Emma felt all of his shock and wonder and awe. Both Liam and Killian were astounded, but Elsa was the most vocal when confronted with the unbelievable news.

“I can’t believe that was your mother, Liam. She came to me in my dream that night. I couldn’t remember the particulars before, I just knew I had to get to Boston, but now that you’ve said that…” Elsa trailed off, her eyes glazing a bit as she recalled the memory. Liam for his part was holding her so tight, and he was clearly overcome with the thought that his mother had not only been watching him, but that she’d found a way to meet his future mate. “She was so beautiful, and so kind. She told me I had to get to Neal and to Emma because only I could make things right. She said my magic was a great healer and then she hugged me. When we broke apart she said she was sorry, but that things would be the way they should be soon.”

“Do you think she was talking about Mom and Dad?” Anna asked, her eyes absolutely watering as she made no attempt to hide her emotion. Elsa nodded, and the sisters embraced even as Liam kept hold of Elsa.

“They weren’t there with us,” Emma said, hoping to offer her friends support. “Which makes me think they must have already moved on to whatever comes next. They didn’t have the same anchors here, because they knew you two had each other.”

“And you,” Elsa and Anna said at the same time as Emma smiled.

“Yes and me.”

Everyone continued to ask Emma questions about all that had happened, but eventually the hour grew late and the day drew to a close. Emma, for her part, was exhausted, but more than anything she just wanted to be alone with Killian. He’d been so quiet since she revealed the truth of how her block was lifted, and she needed to be sure he was okay. So as soon as everyone left and they were in the house once more, Emma brought him to face her, and ran her fingertips against his jaw until his deep blue eyes met hers.

“Talk to me.”

“I don’t know what to say,” Killian replied honestly as his hands snaked around her, drawing her in. “You met my mother, and it turns out she has been protecting me all this time. It’s miraculous. But…”

“But even if she was there, you didn’t always feel it. You might not have been alone but you felt that way for a long, long time.”

“Aye,” Killian agreed, closing his eyes as he pressed his forehead to hers. “Maybe that’s wrong. I should only be grateful, and God knows I love her and I am thankful for all that she’s done. I just wish we had more. I can’t forgive as easily as she can.”

“And you don’t need to,” Emma replied with conviction. “All you need to do is what’s best for you. Forgiving your father brought your mother peace, but if it doesn’t for you, then don’t push it. I told her myself I found her strength incredible. I don’t think I could ever do what she did.”

“So you don’t fault me then?”

“Never,” Emma affirmed. “I know you, Killian. I know your heart. I know who you are and what you’ve been and I love every part of you. The light and the dark. We’re all a mix of both in our own ways, and I would never judge you for how you handle the pain you’ve faced in your life. I love you for everything you are and I always will.”

“Marry me,” Killian begged and Emma’s heart skipped a beat as she took in his incredible words.

“What?” she asked, hoping she’d heard right and knowing she had as he grabbed a tiny black box from the side table and then came down on one knee in front of her.

“Emma Nolan, I love you in ways that I can’t possibly describe. You are the sunshine of my life, the hope in the darkness, the beauty in everything I see. I am who I want to be when I’m with you. You’re my mate, but you’re so much more. You, Emma, are the magic in the world. You’re the calm in the storm and the peace that I’ve been craving. No one could ever deserve you, but damn if I won’t try every day to do just that. So please love, please say you’ll be my wife so that I may be your husband for this day and every day.”

“I want to say yes, but I have to tell you something,” Emma said, and immediately she blurted it out when Killian started to worry at her reaction. “I’m pregnant.”

The growl that came from Killian as he jumped up and pulled her in for a kiss took Emma’s breath away and she couldn’t help but meet him at exactly the same level of frenzy and passion. She could feel his joy pulsating between them, and eventually when he broke away from the kiss, his hand came to rest over the space that would soon swell with their child. His eyes were filled with so much admiration, and his voice was tinged with the sounds of genuine felicity.

“I will love you, this child, and every other we may have for this life and any others there may be. I’ll never stop, and I’ll never let go. It’s us forever, Emma.”

He slipped the ring on her finger without her even vocalizing that she would marry him, but for good measure she said what they both already knew aloud. Of course she would marry him, for marrying him was part of the big beautiful dream that was her life. And all she asked was that the wedding happen soon, so that she and her mate could have a chance to enjoy being newly weds before the impending joy of their new child graced their lives with even more beauty and joy and hope.  

Post-Note: So there we have it. I know it’s kind of wild for me to have included Killian’s mother in this story in such a tangible way, and I won’t get into the details of whether she was a ghost or an angel or what, but I will say I have had this as part of my story idea from the moment I was first drafting a concept for this story. The magic Elsa uses which defies explanation had to be bigger than something from this world, and I loved the thought that though she was gone, Killian’s mother never abandoned him or Liam. I also tried to time this moment with some really good news, namely the baby on the way and an official engagement. Emma and Killian are definitively moving towards happily ever after, and now they have it all. If you can believe it though, there is still definitely more to come and I am so looking forward to what the next few chapters bring. Thanks again so much for reading and hope you all have a great rest of your day!

W I L D

Can I tell you a secret? I think someone’s trying to kill me. Actually, I know they are since they told me point blank they would kill me if I ever told anyone about this. But I have to tell someone.

I’ve always felt…different than everyone else. In high school I was the kid who didn’t fit in with anyone, not even the misfits. I was the one lone wolf and no one wanted to be friends with me or talk to me. I got bullied. Not a whole lot, but you know, enough to make it mean something to me. I always wondered what was wrong with me. There’s just something that makes people think I’m a werido and a loser. But that’s why when I’m online I can be something…else. People don’t know me as me, you know? They don’t know Calvin the weird guy who doesn’t have friends. They know C.C Andre, the esteemed smut writer.

I know what you’re thinking: a smut writer? What the fuck is that? I write stories about sex. People having sex with each other, people having sex with household objects, people having sex with animals, animals having sex with animals, etc. Basically anything that can have sex with something else, I’ve written it. I get people emailing me requests for stories all the time. I don’t actually want to write about someone fucking their pet dog but people idolize me. They tell me how great my stories are and how rock hard they get when they read my words. That’s all I’ve ever really wanted. I feel like I’m almost needed, you know?

I know, I know. It’s fucked up. I decided recently I was going to stop writing them altogether. And I swear, I was going to but then I got an email from someone. It was an anonymous email, most of them are, but that wasn’t the weird part. I’ll just copy and paste what this person sent me:

“C.C. Andre,

I hope this email finds you well. I have a request for you to write a story. I’ve attached a file to this email. Watch the video. Memorize the video. I would like for you to transcribe every single detail. I mean, every single detail, down to the last hair. I am entrusting you to not share this video with anyone else. I hope I wouldn’t have to threaten you but if you do share the video I will know, and I will kill you.

I am willing to pay any price you name. I look forward to hearing back from you.”

None of this was really strange to me. I mean, sometimes people send me pictures of their furry suits to use as reference but no one had ever sent a video before. I had just assumed it was a at home porno some couple made. I opened the link without thinking twice. What I saw on that video…it was…it was something else.

The video opened up in the woods. There were trees all around, you couldn’t see past the thick bunches of leaves. The camera was shaky. Whoever was holding it seemed nervous. You could hear their heavy breathing. They walked further into the woods and eventually came upon a clearing. They put the camera down on a tree stump and stood in front of the lens. The person was a man and seemed to be in his early forties. When he got in front of the camera he stopped for a couple seconds. He looked like he was listening for something. When he was satisfied with whatever he was waiting for he began to undress. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt and folded it. He started a pile of his clothes next to him. Next, he took off his jeans. He too folded those and added it to the pile. He waited for a second before taking off his boxers. I could see his boner through them already. I didn’t know what to expect from this. Maybe he was just in the woods alone and filming himself jacking off? Also not the most unusual request I’ve received. Finally, he took off his underwear and released his throbbing cock. It sprung over his boxer’s band with full force. He added those to the pile.

Once all the man’s clothes were folded neatly and he was stark naked in the woods, he slowly got down on his hands and knees. He stayed in that position for a long time. I waited five or so minutes before I started to skip ahead to see what would happen next. I finally saw motion behind him, in the woods. The leaves had moved just slightly. I played the video and waited again. I saw a hand or…a paw or something move the leaves. I couldn’t see a face. The hand receded back into the woods. I could hear a sound. It was like a grunt or like a snort. It sounded almost pig like or a noise only an animal could make. The man in the video heard it too and a grin broke out across his face. He started to work his cock in his hand, pumping up and down at a fast pace. The grunt happened again, closer this time as if whatever was making the sound was behind the camera. The man looked up at the camera and moaned. It sounded more like a battle cry than a moan. There was a noise then that sounded like a bark. The man immediately stopped touching himself and looked down at the ground. Nothing happened for another ten minutes. I waited and waited but there was no more noises and the man was as still as a statue. I almost thought the video had frozen because of how still he was. Eventually though, whatever was standing behind the camera, whatever had been making those noises started walking towards the man. I don’t know what that thing was. I can’t tell you with any confidence or surety but I can tell you what I saw.

The thing was huge. I’m talking seven or eight feet tall kind of huge. Mother fucker was big too, at least a couple hundred pounds. I thought it was a bear at first with all the hair it had. It was covered head to toe in brown hair. The hair looked a little straggly. It seemed almost like a combination of human hair and fur. I guessed it must have been a furry suit someone created. Kinda weird, but again, nothing I haven’t seen before. The weird part is what happened next. The creature or the man in the furry suit or whatever the fuck that thing was mounted the guy on his hands and knees and started to fuck him. When I say it started to fuck him, I cannot emphasize this enough, it fucked him. I could have sworn there was something wrong with the file. The thing moved faster than any normal human could have. It continued for forty five minutes. I’m not kidding. I watched every single fucking second. I tried to see if there was some kind of loop happening but it wasn’t on a loop. It was real time happening for forty five minutes. Eventually the guy started to bleed basically everywhere. There was blood streaming down from his ass, blood was coming out of his eyes and nose. Halfway through, he wiped his face and saw the blood covering his hand. He didn’t seem worried or scared he fucking smiled. He took his bloodied hand and started masturbating with it. I was disgusted. I couldn’t watch another minute yet I watched the whole thing. Then I watched it again, and again. I had to make sure I was actually seeing what I was seeing.

When the creature was done fucking the guy it, I’m assuming from the insane growl it let out that it had come inside the man. The creature moved backwards to remove itself from the man’s ass and put its hands on the man’s waist. It flipped the guy onto his back and with one swipe it opened up the man’s midsection. His intestines spilled out of his body and the man screamed. He screamed and screamed. The creature grabbed the intestines and shoved it into the man’s mouth to muffle his screams. The man continued to scream through his own organs and tried to shake the creature off of him. But like I said, this thing was fucking huge, there was no way this man could buck it off. Eventually the man stopped screaming and he stopped fighting. He lay still and silent. The creature pulled the intestines out of the man’s mouth and put them in its own mouth and started to eat. It slurped it up like it was a plate of fucking spaghetti. When the creature was done it got up off the man and walked to the camera. I could finally see its face. It looked like the combination of a dog and a human. It picked up the camera and looked right into the lens. It growled one last time and the screen went black.

I don’t know what the fuck any of that was. I watched it over and over trying to decipher it but I couldn’t find any indication that it was a hoax. I started to do my own research. I felt like a fucking fool googling this shit. I looked up any creature I could think of and in my mind I’ve come to a conclusion. I think…that video is of big foot fucking a dude. I don’t know who sent it to me or how they got their hands on it but I can’t just fucking sit here and do nothing. This needs to be seen it needs to be researched. If anything, I need to know if it’s a fake so I can sleep better at night. I can’t be the only one who’s seen this.

I just heard someone open my front door. I think they’re coming for me. Please, I need you to watch this. I might not be alive anymore by the time you’ve finished watching and if you don’t hear from me send this to everyone you know. Reporters, bloggers, your friends, everyone needs to know the truth.

  10/24/2019

Colleen Burke

11/11/11 Tag Game

I have finally done it. I was tagged twice by @bookenders and now I have completed all 22 questions. So this will be a long post, you’ve been warned. Here’s a little insight of me.

Rules:

Ask 11 questions, answer 11 questions (my case 22) and tag 11 people. I’m probably not going to tag 11 people.

First I’ll have my 11 question here:

Has writing always been your main interest or where you drawn to other paths?

What’s your favourite movie genre? Does it different from your reading taste?

What is your Hogwarts House?

If you could be any animal for a week what animal would you be and why?

How do you deal with writer’s block?

Do you use any tools to help you write, such as music, images ecetara?

What are you top recommended books?

Do you have any interests that most people don’t know about?

Which fictional world would you choose to live in if you could?

Where in the world would you most like to visit?

Do you share your writings with close friends and family?

Okay, I hope you enjoy me question. I couldn’t help adding in a Harry Potter related questions. Now for my answers!

What kind of stories always get you right in the feels? What makes u cri evrytiem?

Loss and self sacrifice. Anything where a character I have grown to love and am attached to dies I’m in tears. Sometimes I have to step away before I can return to that world.

Do you keep notes around for your stories? How do you organize them? Yes I do. I keep notebooks usually specific to what I’m working on. The notes I keep in them however mostly vary from WIP to WIP. I do outlines or beat sheets (if you know what those are) and keep them in labelled folders.

What’s the nerdiest trinket/swag/item you own?

I own a lot of nerdy stuff, tough choice for what’s the nerdiest. I’m gonna go with my Harry Potter collection. I have two different Hogwarts house robes (points if you can guess which ones), three house ties, a Hufflepuff scarf, Hermione’s wand and more. Extra points if anyone can guess what my House is!

What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever written?                                    When I was in year 6 (age 9-10) I wrote two stories about a vampire called Bob for a school assignment. One set in a river and the other on a mountain. Bob is a strange vampire, for starters his coffin lay on the bottom of a river.

What was your favorite story/kids book when you were little? What do you think of it now?

I remember my favourite story being from this collection of bedtime stories and it was the wolf and the seven little goats. I don’t know why but I remember younger me asking for it to be read to me as my bedtime story. Well now I know the story is a little different than the children’s version, doesn’t mean I dislike it. However now that I’m older I have moved onto other stories.

Do you have a “writing outfit?”

I don’t have a specific outfit but anything comfortable qualifies as a writing outfit for me, mainly pyjamas.

What book (that you’ve read) would you say was your favorite to impress someone? What book would you say is your favorite to a young kid?

One thing I’d like to say is I’d never say a book is my favourite with the intention to impress someone. My favourite book at the moment is Northern Lights and not just cos I’ve read it recently. I’ve always felt this weird draw to Philip Pullman even before I read any of his writing. To a young kid I would say Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone. Have to contribute to the next generation of witches and wizards.

How do you bookmark pages in a physical book? Dog ear? Actual bookmark? Random nearby item?

I used to be someone who dogeared and then I read a post that changed my mind about that method. Now I prefer to use an actual bookmark. If there isn’t one about I’ll use a random bit of paper.

Do you reread your favorite books/stories?

I do when the mood hits me. The Harry Potter series is one I’ve been meaning to do. So far I’ve reread Philosopher's stone three times in the past year. I’m doing well as you can tell.

Do you read literary magazines?

I don’t but I know I should.

Do you like graphic novels/comics? Which ones?

Yes, although I haven’t read any recently. I’m a huge Harley Quinn and Batman in general fan, so I read her most recent series for awhile as well as Suicide Squad. I’ve also read two stand alone Joker graphic novels: The Killing Joke and Joker. Both amazing and would recommend, if you’re into that sort of thing.

What would you do for a Klondike bar?                                                     It’s probably because I’m British but I don’t know what I Klondike bar is. Would anybody like to tell me? Am I missing out on something?

When do you title your WIPs? It is the first thing you do? The last? Does it come to you during drafting?

On my screenwriting we were taught to always name our work, it is our baby it deserves a name. Most of the time that name changes during drafting but naming has become on of the first things I do.

How many inside jokes do you put in your WIP(s)?                                     I haven’t put any as of yet. The possibility for that happening in future is certain.

Your WIP’s antagonist is now The Riddler. How do your OCs handle that?

My WIP I’ll use for this is Welcome to Crestwood Moore. My protagonist Alice would love it, she’s sees herself as an amatuer detective. Being clever she’d bounce from one riddle to the next with ease. Her boyfriend Connor on the other hand would be more interested in watching her. Enjoying her delight in solving one riddle after another. Victoria, Alice’s best friend, would help but at the same time be trying to mislead her because she’s got secrets. And finally Alice’s brother Lewis would be kidnapped by now Riddler antagonist. Being in their company I’m pretty sure he’d rather they just end his misery rather then listen to the endless monologuing and boasting.

Do you use sticky notes?                                                                              I do not but I do believe they are useful.

Laptop or desktop?                                                                                       I tend to switch. Sometimes I’m in a laptop phase and then I go through a desktop phase. I guess it depends on where my desktop is located. At the moment I would choose my laptop.

Your OC is a wrestler. What’s their hype music?                                     Alice would be great as a wrestler, she does have superpowers though, so not so fun for her opponents. I’m honestly draw to Spice Girls Wannabe for her. She really wants to ziggy zig ahhh.

Do you own any craft books/books on writing?                                            I own Save the Cat. A screenwriting book I would recommend to anyone.

What’s your favorite book cover?                                                                A favourite book cover?! There are so many book covers out there. I couldn’t possibly choose just one.

How many unread books do you have sitting around right now? Which are you most excited to maybe get to eventually some time?

Quite a few. Exactly how many I don’t know. I’m most looking forward to The Interview with Vampire. It’s patiently waiting for me to finish His Dark Materials series.

How committed are you to your outline(s)?                                              Not very. With each new draft it drifts further and further away from the first finished outline anyway.

And there we go! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed! Thank you again @bookenders for tagging me.

The people I’m going to take are: @awritinglen @radiowrites @mouwwie @narwhal-writings @ladycravenheart

I’m sorry if I tag you when you don’t wished to be tagged but do have fun if you decide to tack part!

Chapter 11: NED III - Why Didn’t You Want Me?

@helloimnotawesome - Finally chapter 11. It was really hard for me to write this and I’m sorry if it’s hard for you to read. Chapter 12 will be up in a few mins.

NED III - Why Didn’t You Want Me?

"I'm ready when you are...I think. If I could just get this out of my eyes."

He was watching his eldest son trying to fix that unruly mop on top of his head that they called hair.

With a frustrated groan Jon threw his hands up in the air. "Stupid hair! It has a life of its own. Let's just forget about it. It's fine."

"Here, let me help you." He stepped up behind Jon and tied his hair up in the back just like his own was. "There! All neat and tidy like you wanted it." He leaned around and smiled.

"Thanks, dad."

"No worries." He padded Jon on the shoulder. "You're ready?"

Getting a curt nod from Jon he turned to Barristan.

"Camera ready, Commander Selmy?"

"Ready as can be, Dr. Stark."

Today Jon was having his picture taken for his first official identification papers carrying his real name of 'Jonathan Dayne'. That would make him, and his children, the last of the Daynes - a lineage thought to have ended with the deaths of Ashara and Arthur and the disappearance of Jon. Well, once they got the legal thing sorted out that is. Once again something he dreaded telling his newly returned son. Why does getting your child back have to be such a mess?! DA Martell had offered to come join for this particular matter, but he'd told the lawyer that it might be better to just be him and Jon for now. He wasn't entirely sure how Jon would take the news.

Jon sat on a chair propped up against the wall by the door. Still just wearing hospital scrub-pants and a shirt, tie and jacket borrowed from Robb. Looking very formal and handsome from the waist up. We need to get him some clothes of his own. We need to get him a place upstairs with the rest of the family. We need to get him home! With just a few quick snaps and a signature, Commander Selmy was out the door again, promising to be back later in the day with all the documents.

"So how many people know I'm back?"

"Besides the family?"

Jon nodded as he removed the jacket and hung it on the back of the chair.

"Only Commander Selmy and your Dr. Tarly."

"Oh well, that would explain the Dothrakhi guards still by my door," Jon laughed lightly.

"In part," he laughed nervously. Crap!

"...and in part..?" His son looked at him expectantly. More crap! Remember, no beating around the bush. Just say it!

"Well, I couldn't quite figure out the legal ramifications of bringing you back from the dead."

Jon laughed. "I'm sorry I thought you said 'back from the dead'."

"You've been missing for 20 years..."

"You had me declared dead?" Jon had a disbelieving look in his eyes that grew darker with every second - as did his voice. "Dead! DEAD?!?" Stay calm, Ned, stick to the facts.

"Well, actually it was the Martells. With Arthur and your mother's tragic deaths and no known whereabouts for you they became the legal guardians of your ancestral home, Starfall. The law stipulates that, in such a case, if no heir has come forward after 10 years then the guardians automatically become the default owners of the property or properties in question as the case may be. In this case the Martells chose to extend the waiting period till your 21st birthday, but..." He looked warily to his son who stared back at him with such a look of betrayal he found it hard to keep the eye contact. "Currently Starfall is owned by the Martells, but out of respect they've left it untouched."

"Respect?!" Jon snorted. "You've got to be fucking kidding me!"

"I'm sure they'd give it back to you—"

"I don't give a shit about some stupid old keep that I can't even remember ever having set foot in! Didn't even know it was mine until now. Why the fuck would I care?" He was at the receiving end of one of the harshest looks he'd ever seen. I've woken the wolf in him. Sneering Jon added, "it's the principle!"

Jon was highly agitated as he paced back and forth along the length of the bed, clenching and unclenching his fists and jaws.

"So you just agreed? Just like that?"

"No, I...it isn't like that, Jon. Listen to me, son..." He held his hands up so show he meant no harm, but Jon wasn't having it.

"Son? Oh yeah right, now that I by dumb fucking luck managed to land myself in your hospital, I'm suddenly your son again? Huh?" He snorted and shook his head in disbelief. "Was I your son while I was rotting away at Pyke Island and Craster's Keep?" More sneering. Wait. Craster?! Thought it was bad enough when he'd mentioned Pyke Island a few days ago.

"Jon...please calm down."

"Calm down?! Why?? I'm dead aren't I? Can't get much more calmer that that!!" This is going worse than I imagined.

"Jon, just listen. Please..."

"Listen to what? You explain how no one bothered to look for me all those years? How no one cared to try to find me at all? Listen to that you mean? Yeah can't wait to hear your excuses for that, 'father'!" The last word clearly said to mock him.

"That's enough, Captain!!" Raising his voice had made Jon stop in his tracks. He slowly turned around to face his father. Glaring. Good, get it out son. Now talk calmly and evenly. He's a wounded animal, Ned.

"I know I deserve your anger." Jon snorted. "And I'm sorry. Truly I am. There's nothing I can do to change what's happened, if I could I would've years ago." Jon continued glaring at him. "I understand your anger—

"—no you don't!" His son was practically growling at him now. Good thing Ghost isn't here he would've ripped my throat out by now.

"Fine. I don't understand, but I do know the kind of anger you must be feeling. That impossible anger strangling the grief, until the memory of your loved one is just...poison in your veins. And one day, you catch yourself wishing the person you loved had never existed, so you would be spared your pain."

"Oh wow! You didn't just have me declared dead you actually wished me dead? Did you wish my mom dead too? Aunt Lya? Uncle Arthur? Huh?? Just so you could've been spared the pain you felt? Not selfish and self-pitying at all, Doctor!"

Jon was back to his pacing but there was a more aggressive edge to his walk now. A fury looming underneath, bobbling like lava in a volcano just waiting to erupt. I'm going to need Vis for this. Why didn't I think that could be a possibility? Crap on crap! He slowly went to the door, slightly cracking it open and in a low voice told Aggo to go get Viserys asap. As he turned back to face the room, Jon was standing over by the window hands resting on the frame. Amazing how anger and adrenalin can make his body forget how much pain it's actually in still.

"I didn't feel that anger you speak of, Dr. Stark. I had used up all my anger being dragged across the Dothrakhi Sea. Burned skin and blistered feet. They loved taunting me by calling me names like 'Ahesso' because I was white as snow, or 'Verro' because I growled like a wolf whenever they touched me. Every night at camp they'd take turns to pick one of us 'slaves' for target practice. For the first many months they didn't bother with me because I was so small." Dothrakhi Sea? Did we even look there? Did we ever consider him a victim of human trafficking? Oh gods!

"One day one of the Khal's sons picked me to fight against him for 'the evening entertainment'. He was maybe a year of two older than me. I was seven I think. Everyone laughing. Clearly expecting an easy fight with him just toying with me. Of course they didn't know that both Uncle Arthur and Aunt Lya had been teaching me old fashion sword-fighting. Of course neither of them had noticed me watching them every night from my spot in the shadows. So I held my own. He still won but it was a tough win for him. After that they only referred to me as 'Hrakkar' - their infamous and illusive white lion. Because I had hid like a predator in the grass they said and because I was fighting like it was a matter of life and death. Something they found endlessly amusing."

Jon finally turned to face him again. Those beautiful grey eyes had turned almost black with pain, anger, and betrayal. His mouth still holding a sneer.

"I learned something that night. I learned I could survive if I wanted to and if I was smart enough. I learned that befriending pain and violence can be a means of survival. A lesson that carried me through the hells that were the orphanage on Pyke Island and the so-called 'military boarding school' of Craster's Keep. Ever since that night in the Dothrakhi Sea whenever I've learned a lesson it comes with another painful memory. I've watched family and friends die, I've had to kill to survive."

"Jon, please, you don't have to do this to yourself anymore."

"No, I don't, but you need to hear it." Jon again sent him a hard look. No room for debate or negotiation.

"As a small child I was told there was nothing out there to fear. But the day I saw my parents brutally murdered I caught a glimpse of something. And, wherever I was taken next I went looking for it, searched in all the shadows. Until one day I discovered that that 'something' that was out there lurking in the darkness, that 'something' terrifying, that 'something' that wouldn't stop until it got its revenge...that was me."

"...you speak of your parents murdered, but I'm right here—"

"—because I thought you were dead, dad!! What I saw, what I heard didn't give little Jon any indication that you could've possibly survived. So when I talk about thinking someone would be out looking for me I don't mean you. For all I knew my parents were dead, so of course didn't expect you to come find me anywhere, but I kept hoping that someone, anyone would come. But...no one did. No one ever did! I might as well have been dead all this time!"

The pain was dripping from his son's tongue like drops of blood - and it might as well have been. His own or his son's he couldn't say, but it felt like blood being spilled like it had been 20 years ago in Meereen. He couldn't stop Jon's stream of words flowing like a strong river through the canyons. He's seizing his moment. He's never had the opportunity to lash out at me like this before!

"Do you know what it feels like to be abandoned like that? To know that no one cares? That you were not worth looking for, not worthy of being found? To know that the love and care and light and laughter you'd known were never meant to be yours?" Jon was beginning to sob no longer able to hold back the tears he'd fought so bravely all this time. "In fact maybe it was never real in the first place. It was just a figment of your stupid childish imagination! Because you're just a worthless piece of shit, a pathetic excuse for a human being who is not worthy of any form of love or kindness whatsoever!!!"

His son was back at yelling now. Angry tears streaming down his face. Glancing back over his shoulder he saw Viserys' face looking like he'd caught a big chunk of Jon's speech. Jon himself had given no indication that he'd noticed or even seen Viserys standing there in the door.

Suddenly Jon swung his head around as if something hit him.

"Why didn't you look for me then? Why didn't you do something? Anything? ANSWER ME!! Were you just up here in your ivory tower hoping, wishing, praying I was dead like all the others?!?"

With tears running down his own face he tried to find the words to answer his son, but there was nothing that could be said. I'm so sorry, son, so sorry for all the pain you lived through, all the hells you've survived. My heart is breaking for you, not for your angry words at me, but for you, my sweet boy. Thinking so little of yourself to be able to survive. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry!

Standing in the middle of the room Jon stared at him with murder in his eyes. Wolf written all over his face - sneer on his lips, jaws clenched, fists clenched so hard the knuckles were white. Out of nowhere he started screaming.

"ARGHHHH!!!! I HATE YOU!!!! I HATE YOU. SO. MUCH!!!!"

Frozen in place all he could do was listen to the sound of his son's already broken heart being smashed again and again.

"Never a hint that you were searching for me. Never a sign. Not. One. Sign. Ever. And now," Jon's laugher was bitter with a manic edge to it, "now you want me to believe that I'm just to step back  into this family like nothing happened? 'Here's your family castle, son', 'here's you're inheritance, my boy', 'here's where you'll be showered with love'. I can't take it. It's too much. It's. Too. Fucking. Much. I CAN'T TAKE IT!!!"

Jon grabbed the nearest chair and threw it against the wall smashing it to pieces. In the background Viserys' calm voice could be heard in the hallway.

"Nothing to worry about. He's just passionately redecorating the room. Move along people. Nothing to see here."

He felt a hand on his shoulder. Looking up with a start there was a pair of lilac eyes looking at him with nothing but sympathy.

Jon had collapsed on Ghost's mattress now covered in splinters from what used to be a chair. Curled up in a fetal position he was sobbing uncontrollably.

In a quiet voice Vis said, "I think it's time for me to take over, Dr. Stark. If you can, please go find Davos and tell him to bring Max, ok?"

All he could do was nod as he helplessly watched his son fall apart before his eyes. As he quietly closed the door behind him his mind kept repeating Jon's heart-wrenching words: "Why didn't you want me?"

The UpsideDownWhat? (Steve Harrington xx)

THIS COULD BE A SERIES - This Depends on the amount of replies and likes the first chapter gets.

Parts - One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six - Seven - Eight - Nine - Ten

Short Description - The reader thinks Steve is cheating because he keeps bailing on your plans to meet up, one night you follow him and find him at Nancy’s house. Steve and Nancy explains what’s going on and you’re left with the information of the Upside Down.

Pairing - Steve + reader

Warnings - Swearing + Sexual remarks and scenes (Smut - not it this chapter though.) + Violence

(A/n) - This is my first attempt of writing an imagine series. If you could maybe comment at the end of this or just send me a message to tell me if it is good and if you want to find out the readers reaction when seeing the demodog for the first time.

Words - 1342 (Kinda short sorry guys)

I DO REQUESTS!!!!! - Fandoms mainly include: Stranger things + Supernatural  + Dexter + Vampire Diaries + The Originals + Teen Wolf + Tru Blood etc. (I do A lot more, just didn’t want to type every one.)

I hope you enjoy this!

You watched as Steve drove off, he was clearly upset when he hung up his phone and hastily explained to you why he had to leave, even though he couldn’t tell you who he was going to meet up with. You can't take this anymore, you have been together for almost two months and you know it’s not that long, but you just can't help the idea that he is cheating on you.

   Today has been the third time he’s left to go help some person who he doesn’t want to mention, and he says that he cannot explain as to why he is going to this person and what is going on because it could put you in danger. “Fuck it.” you mumbled as you grabbed your car keys and ran out to your car.

You pulled out of the drive way and sped to meet up with Steve’s car, but keeping a good distance. If you were not mistaken the road he was taking was leading up to Nancy’s house. You couldn’t take it, not that, not her. Tears were threatening to spill as Steve’s car pulled into her driveway. You didn’t stop, you didn’t even look at him as he climbed out of the car. Your eyes were focused in front of you as you made your way back to your house.

(NEXT DAY) 

You woke up the next morning still angry at everything and everyone, how could Steve do this to you? You couldn’t even think straight as you got dressed and moved through the house like a zombie, you grabbed an apple and barely said goodbye to your parents.

  The drive to school went slowly, and the music was also not helping. It is as if every song that came up made you feel even worse about yourself. You sighed at the feeling of your heart getting heavier, it was pulling your spirit down with it. You pulled in to the parking lot, you were not prepared to face Steve. What if he wasn’t even cheating, what if she just really needed help? You forced yourself to hope for the later.

You spotted Steve’s car in his usual spot and the anger returned instantly. He climbed out of his car just as yours stopped. You grabbed your books and got out, “(Y/n)!” Steve called but you ignored him and headed straight for the building. You were not emotionally strong enough to speak to him right now. “(Y/n)!” he called again but you were not going to give in that easily.

  He grabbed your wrist right before you reached your locker. “(Y/n) what the hell?” Steve leaned on your locker and tried making eye contact, but you refused. “(Y/n) speak to me, please.” He half begged. You slammed your locker shut and stared at him, causing a few of the other students to turn and stare at you.

 “How was last night?” Steve looked confused. “What?” You shook your head. “Do not try and to play dumb with me, asshole.” You hissed and turned around, almost bumping in to someone. Your blood boiled when your eyes landed on Nancy’s face. “Ah, just the shithead I wanted to see! Hope you had fun with my boyfriend last night.” You said, a little bit too loudly, which caused you to feel embarrassed when people started whispering, so you blushed.

“Excuse me?” She asked in her annoying voice, clinging onto her books, eyes darting between you and Steve. “Forget it, you two deserve each other.” You mumbled and stepped away. Suddenly someone grabbed your wrist and pulled you in to a closet, you turned around to see Steve and Nancy both staring at you. “What the hell.” You exclaimed, kidnapping was not on your list for today.

  Steve pulled his fingers through his hair and looked at Nancy. “I can't lie to her anymore. So, are you going to explain, or should I?” He asked, standing with his hands on his hips. She looked deep in thought. “Listen, I don’t want to know who kissed who first or where they touched each other, I'm out.” You sassed and tried to leave but Steve blocked your way, his hand reached for your face, but you pulled away. You could’ve sworn you saw pain flash in his eyes. “Listen here you dickhead, you are going to sit your ass down and just listen to what we are trying to say to you, or so help me God! I am not cheating!” Steve started to get angry, so you just listened and did what he said. You felt annoyed that he called you a dickhead though.

(Almost three hours later.)

 “I've already missed three of my classes just to listen to this ‘upside down’ bullshit story?” You questioned standing up, your heart was racing. Secretly you did believe the stuff they were saying, even if it was crazy. “Are you kidding me?” Steve exclaimed and threw his hands up in the air, over exaggerating. “Do you want proof?” Nancy asked you with a straight face. “Obviously.” You replied, moving your head in the way that can only be described as a bobbly head. 

“Then let’s go, my brothers friend, Dustin has this lizard thing he found and it’s locked up in his bedroom.” Steve frowned. “How do you know that?” She rolled her eyes and grabbed her bag. “Mike, duh.” She then left the room, leaving you alone with Steve. You picked up your bag and hanged it over your shoulder. “Well, I'm not going to miss another class, see you later.”

   You stepped forward to leave the room, but Steve stepped in front of you. “(Y/n).” He said softly, reaching for your face. You allowed him to touch you. His hand was warm against your skin, and the heat spread to the rest of your body. “I'm sorry.” You blurted out. Steve just nodded his head, “Yeah, I know. It was kind of funny when you called Nancy a shithead though.” He chuckled softly, now bringing both hands to your face. 

He leaned in slowly, “I can't believe you called me a dickhead, you dickhead.” You mumbled. Saying that to him made him burst out laughing. His beautiful face breaking into that heart melting smile that you loved. “You sure are beautiful.” You mumbled. Steve’s cheeks turned a very light shade of pink. “Stop that bullshit.” He smiled. “We all know who’s the real beauty here.” He said and snaked his arms around your waist, pulling you closer and making you smile. “I don’t know, who?” You asked and looked around the room. He didn’t say anything, he just pressed his lips firmly to yours, taking your breath away.

Theon and Robb tell the History & Lore of the Greyjoy Rebellion (Part 1)

Rewatching these videos, a bunch of thoughts I had started to come together and it became a Thing. A very long thing.

The "Histories & Lore" featurettes are short animated videos, narrated in-character by relevant cast members, that appear as bonus material on the Game of Thrones blu-rays. They flesh out the world by essentially providing book exposition that the writes couldn't fit into the show.

(Transcripts were copied off the Wiki and then edited by me to correct errors in them.)

First off, the videos themselves:

"Dark wings, dark words". I was only a boy when the raven came to call my father, Lord Eddard Stark, to another war. Balon Greyjoy had raised the Iron Islands in revolt, and burned the Lannister fleet at anchor. King Robert Baratheon again needed his old friend.

My mother, Catelyn, was not happy to lose her lord husband to Robert again. Six years before he had left her to avenge his father and brother against the Mad King. But now he had sons and daughters of his own, and, unspoken, another son who wasn't hers from the last time he went to war: my brother, Jon Snow.

But she knew that in marrying my father she had married The North, we hold our honor and duty as dear as our own gods. When the time came, my father marched south to restore peace and order to the realm.

My father always told me the Iron Islands were a strange and dangerous place. Its people, the ironborn, keep neither the Old Gods nor The Seven, and despise all honest toil. Their ancestors ravaged the western shores, raping and slaving and putting it to the torch. And their songs still ring through the halls of the ironborn; while everywhere else they are whispered to wayward children at bedtime.

Perhaps Lord Balon thought Westeros had not healed from the war against the Mad King and was as fragmented and suspicious as the ancient kingdoms his forbears had terrorized. Robert's navy corrected him at Fair Isle, when they smashed the proud Iron Fleet. Robert and my father corrected him at Pyke, his own castle, when they pulled down his towers and breached his walls.

My father never liked to speak of his battles, but from other men I learned what transpired: Thoros of Myr was first through the breach with his flaming sword. Not far behind him was Jorah Mormont of Bear Island, my father's bannerman who earned the knighthood he would later shame, and lords from every corner of the Seven Kingdoms. All day through every passage in the castle they fought side by side: my father with our ancestral sword Ice and King Robert with his warhammer, against a horde of axe-wielding ironborn. In the end, Lord Balon bent the knee.

King Robert generously allowed Lord Balon to retain his title and castle. The price of peace was custom: The only son of Balon's to survive his foolish rebellion would be taken as a hostage against future treasons. My father even volunteered to foster the boy himself.

I suspect to make Theon Greyjoy a different man than his father, who would bring honor and duty to the Iron Islands when he returned as heir. So my mother's silent fear came true, and my father returned with another child. Theon ate with us, played with us, and fought with us.

Once the great bond between my father and Robert Baratheon united the realm against the Mad King, and brought him to justice for his crimes. Now, another monster sits on the Iron Throne, and another debt of blood is owed my family. Theon is my murdered father's ward; I am my murdered father's son. Like my father and Robert, bound in blood if not by blood, we are brothers.

The following video is actually a compilation of three different featurettes. The one that is of interest is the third one, which starts at about 6:23. However the others are interesting too. The first one is Theon and Yara narrating the history of House Greyjoy. In the second Stannis Baratheon gives his perspective on the Greyjoy Rebellion, including details on how he destroyed the Iron Fleet.

When Aegon and his dragons burned Harren the Black and all of his sons at Harrenhal, the days when men feared the sight of our longships were over: Aegon would not permit marauders and raiders in his Seven Kingdoms. With Harren died our empire, and the old way that forged it. But what is dead may never die.

Six years after Robert Baratheon won his crown, my father - Balon Greyjoy- sought to restore our ancient rights. He declared the Iron Islands independent, and himself its king; and sent the Iron Fleet in a daring raid on Lannisport where they burned the Lannister ships at anchor, making us unchallenged in the Sunset Sea. This was the seed of the our undoing.

My eldest brother, Rodrik, led a frontal assault on Seagard, a town built to protect the mainland from us. After ferocious fighting beneath the city walls he was slain by Lord Jason Mallister, and his men defeated.

By this time Stannis Baratheon had brought Robert's fleet around Westeros and somehow managed to trap the Iron Fleet at Fair Isle, smashing it. Robert's victory was now all but assured, yet we made him bleed for each island.

Stannis Baratheon captured Great Wyk, the largest of the Iron Islands, and Ser Barristan Selmy himself subdued Old Wyk. Robert and Lord Eddard Stark led the main assault against the island of Pyke. They razed the town of Lordsport to the ground before Robert turned his full fury on our family stronghold.

When they breached the walls the first through was Thoros of Myr with his ridiculous flaming sword, followed by every minor lord of Westeros hungering for glory. My other brother, Maron, was killed when siege engines brought down a tower on his head. I was now my father's only living son, and heir to the Iron Islands.

When my father saw his cause was lost he wisely conceded defeat to Robert, who otherwise would have pulled down the castle stone by stone with us in it.

As my father said to me then: "No man has ever died from bending his knee. He who kneels may rise again, blade in hand. He who will not kneel stays dead, stiff legs and all". As it stands Robert allowed my father to keep his lands and title as Lord of the Iron Islands, King of Salt and Rock, Son of the Sea Wind, Lord Reaper of Pyke... for a price. His last son and heir shipped off to Winterfell as an "honored guest".

I would eat at the Stark's table and play with the Stark children. And if my father rebelled again, Lord Eddard would take his sword and cut off my head. It would be his duty.

One thing that struck me about the videos was the differing perspectives on Theon's situation. Theon and Robb viewing the Rebellion differently is one thing, but even Theon leaving is framed differently, with Robb seeing it neutrally (if not positively), and Theon…not so much.

There's also the framing of them playing as kids, which I suspect is more a manifestation of Theon's mental state in book/season two than of reality.

But more than that, I couldn't help but notice what is and is not said about family, specifically, Theon's family.

Robb: "But now [my father] had sons and daughters of his own, and, unspoken, another son who was not hers from the last time he went to war: my brother, Jon Snow."   "So my mother's silent fear came true, and my father returned with another child."   "Like my father and Robert, bound in blood if not by blood, we are brothers."

Robb mentions his own siblings and how he considers Theon a brother, but never even thinks to mention Theon's own dead brothers…which Theon does bring up.

"My eldest brother, Rodrik, led a frontal assault on Seagard…he was slain by Lord Jason Mallister, and his men defeated."   "My other brother, Maron, was killed when siege engines brought down a tower on his head. I was now Balon's only living son, and heir to the Iron Islands."

See also, little Theon apparently seeing part of his brother's crushed body!

Then again, with the way Theon talks about his brothers, maybe that's not so surprising….

[Speaking to Patrek Mallister] "When my brother stormed Seagard," Theon said. Lord Jason had slain Rodrik Greyjoy under the walls of the castle, and thrown the ironmen back into the bay. "If your father supposes I bear him some enmity for that, it's only because he never knew Rodrik." [A Clash of Kings - Chapter 11 - Theon I]

Later in the same chapter:

"This wolf king heeds your counsel, does he?" The notion seemed to amuse Lord Balon.

"He heeds me, yes. I've hunted with him, trained with him, shared meat and mead with him, warred at his side. I have earned his trust. He looks on me as an older brother, he—"

"No." His father jabbed a finger at his face. "Not here, not in Pyke, not in my hearing, you will not name him brother, this son of the man who put your true brothers to the sword. Or have you forgotten Rodrik and Maron, who were your own blood?"

"I forget nothing." Ned Stark had killed neither of his brothers, in truth. Rodrik had been slain by Lord Jason Mallister at Seagard, Maron crushed in the collapse of the old south tower . . . but Stark would have done for them just as quick had the tide of battle chanced to sweep them together. "I remember my brothers very well," Theon insisted. Chiefly he remembered Rodrik's drunken cuffs and Maron's cruel japes and endless lies. "I remember when my father was a king too." He took out Robb's letter and thrust it forward. "Here. Read it . . . Your Grace."

I'll come back to this point in a later post.

Part 2 | Part 3

TEACHING VIXX - CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN

Hello dears! I hope everyone is having a lovely week~~

I’m so excited for LR’s comeback!!! I hope Monday gets here soon! Its going to be a good day! We get the Whisper MV, the showcase, and a new episode of School 2017 (yes, I’m addicted) !!!!

Anyway, I hope everyone enjoys the new chapter. I’m slowly working on Demon Leo so the first chapter should be out soon.

As always, comments are welcomed. Or just come say hi!

Have a good weekend!! 💕💕

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The hairs on the back of your neck stood up. You leaned back to search his eyes for any sign of green, but the irises were completely black. Your heart picked up speed. You didn’t know if you should run or just hold on for dear life.

“Now, now, no reason to fear, my love. I’m still me. Just a bit more…..”

“Animal?”

He chuckled low into your ear and you shuddered. He nuzzled his nose against the skin below your ear while you struggled to maintain coherent thoughts.

“Hmm, yes. But I’m still me.”

“Um….why don’t you tell me what JooHyung said first?”

“I don’t want to talk about him right now.” His statement was said through gritted teeth. You decided that it was probably safer just to drop the subject. Not for fear of Taekwoon, but to keep him from going back to the apartment and killing the wolf.

“Well, just the same. I don’t think it would be wise to test the panther’s……abilities while I have a head injury.”

“Hmm….well….you don’t have to do anything. You can just…” He ran his hands over your thighs and placed a light kiss on your neck. “lay back and enjoy.”

Nervous laughter erupted from your mouth and his hands stilled. He raised his head to look at you.

“I-I don’t think that would work.” You watched as his lips turned up into the most devilish grin you’d ever seen. His fingers walked themselves along the skin of your thighs until they reached your hips.

“Yeah? Why not?” His hands pulled at the hem of your shirt. “Just because I’m letting the panther take over, doesn’t mean it has to be rough. We can go slow. Very slow.”

His eyes seemed to go even darker and goosebumps rose on your skin. You had to admit that you had been curious about his more animalistic side. And he did seem to be more in control now. You understood that he had left-over energy from “talking” to JooHyung. He needed to send that energy somewhere. You certainly were not complaining. However, you were still unsure.

You were still immersed in your thoughts when Taekwoon’s hands gently cradled your face and brought your lips to his. True to his word, he was not rough. If it weren’t for the fact that his eyes were black, you would have thought that the panther was at bay again. You kissed him back as his hands began to wander again. Fingers caressed your spine and travelled lower. His hands once again found your legs and his thumbs began to trace circles along your inner thighs. A sigh of pleasure released from your throat as his lips found your tattoo. Your skin was heated and you ached for him to put his hands elsewhere. You decided to hell with the consequences and rolled your hips down on his, giving him silent permission to continue. A growl erupted from his chest and he abruptly stood up with you, stalking towards the bedroom. Your legs wrapped around his waist and you smiled. He had half of your clothes removed by the time you reached your bed. You knew you would be exhausted and sore in the morning but you didn’t care. Perhaps, you needed this as much as he did.

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“How do we not know anything about this?! When I think about where she could have ended up I-I….”

“I know, Taekwoon-ah. Maybe some of the other hybrids we know will have some knowledge about it. We need to keep a close eye on them. Especially if there is a market for their abilities. (Y/N) is a bit safer because she’s attached to you but that doesn’t mean they wouldn’t take her.”

You woke up slowly to Taekwoon and Hakyeon’s conversation. It was a bit confusing so you gave up and decided to ask Taekwoon later. Right now, you were too sore to care. Taekwoon’s…..stamina was apparently enhanced when the panther side of him is in control. Your legs felt like jello and your heartbeat was echoing in your head.

Your last thought made you stop and lie very still. It took a few minutes to realize what was happening. It wasn’t your heartbeat.

It was Taekwoon’s.

Now that your head was clearing, you could make out the two different beats. Yours was more dominant, of course. But, you could still hear his, loud and clear.

You wanted to get up and jump for joy but when you tried to sit up, you were unable. No matter how you tried, your body did not have the strength to move. You could move your arms sightly but not enough to matter. This was more than just being sore. You felt almost paralyzed.

“Taekwoon?”

You listened for him and heard Hakyeon say his goodbyes, promising to talk later. Not three seconds later, Taekwoon was at the door, a concerned look on his face.

“What’s wrong?”

“I can’t move.” Panic was setting in and you hated the feeling of helplessness.

“Its okay. Its normal.” He walked over quickly and sat on the bed next to you.

“I wouldn’t really call this normal, Taekwoon. What happened?” You tried to sit up again but failed. Taewoon reached forward and pulled you up to a sitting position and leaned you back against the headboard.

“You had a bit of an overload to your system. I didn’t mean for it to happen but somewhere in the midst of our…adventures last night, the panther took over completely. Its hard to explain. I was still me and I could control my body but it was more….enhanced. To put it in simpler terms, its like the purest form of mating for hybrids.”

“More so than the tattoo? I could at least move after that.”

“Yeah, I know. Its a little different. Its usually reserved for making babies, but that obviously wasn’t the goal last night. Unless you want it to be. If thats the case, I may need to call into work.” He chuckled a bit but you could only blush.

“I think we can wait to experiment with that a few more years down the road.”

“Hmm, pity.” You simply rolled your eyes at his response. Taekwoon was the type of man who wanted a house full of kids. You didn’t mind at all but you also didn’t think it was the right time.

He scooted closer to you and placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

“I can hear your heartbeat.”

He leaned back and smiled down at you.

“I was wondering if you would. Its usually a side-effect. Is that….okay?”

“Of course its okay! You told me it would take practice so I thought I was doing something wrong. I’ve always been jealous that you could hear mine.”

“Well….that part was true. I just didn’t mention was KIND of practice.” His eyes slid over your body and you could hear the rhythm pick up. If it was possible, your cheeks would have turned an even darker shade of red. He noticed your embarrassment and laughed. He reached forward and pulled you into his arms.

“Do you feel okay, though? How’s your head?”

“Other than the fact that I can’t move? Sure. I think I’m okay. My head feels strangely…okay. What about you? You look tired.”

“Letting the panther take over so much yesterday kind of took all of my energy. I was planning on waking up next to you this morning but Hakyeon came over.”

“Yes, I heard you both talking earlier. What was it about? JooHyung?”

“You know, I really don’t like his name coming from your lips.” He sighed and played with your fingers. You giggled at his obvious jealousy.

“Sorry.” You cleared your throat and started again. “Was it about the short, idiotic wolf-hybrid who is definitely going to need help walking around for a while?”

He grinned at your description and looked back down at your hands.

“He’ll need help writing, too.” You looked at him, confused, and he continued. “I may have also broken his fingers.”

“What?!”

“He was bragging about how he had gotten to touch you first and what he was gonna do when he got his hands on you again! It was his own fault. He knew what would happen.” He sounded like a kid trying to justify why he had stolen the last piece of cake.

“I’m not saying you shouldn’t have. Its just a little surprising. You seem to be more upset with him than you did HaeJeong.”

“Oh, believe me, if you would have left me alone with HaeJeong, he wouldn’t be in prison now. He’d be six-feet under.”

Taekwoon placed you back against the headboard and rose to his feet. You thought he was leaving but he stopped at your closet. He rummaged around until he had a full outfit for you to wear, complete with underwear. He walked back over and snatched the blanket from you, leaving you completely exposed.

“Taekwoon!”

“The guys will be over here soon and I rather not have to kill my bandmates. It was difficult enough for me to let Hakyeon in earlier.”

“But they wouldn’t come in here. All of you are complete gentlemen.” You tried to reach for the blanket at the edge of the bed since you could move your arms but it was too far.

“I know that. But it’s instinct, you know? I can’t help it. Its fine if your dressed and all but in the back of my mind, your naked and helpless.” He shrugged as if he was silently apologizing. You could do nothing but laugh.

“Yes, I am aware of that. But how am I supposed to shower and get dressed? Are you forgetting that its your fault that I’m naked and helpless?”

“Well it just so happens that I need a shower too. So…”

It took only a couple of seconds to realize what he was suggesting. Your eyes went wide and you shook your head violently.

“Nope. Absolutely not.”

“Aw, come on. You never let me in there with you. Why not?”

“How much longer will I be paralyzed?”

“At least a few more hours.”

You groaned in frusration and collapsed onto the mattress. You reached over, grabbed your pillow and covered yourself with it. Your actions earned a slight growl from the other side of the room. He was miffed that his view was blocked.

“Oh, be quiet.”

You felt the bed dip and you were surprised that he didn’t try to remove the pillow.

“Why not? Its perfectly natural for couples to want to shower together.”

“I-I know. I just…..”

“I’ll be on my best behavior. I’ll just help you and then I’ll take my own shower. Deal?”

You wanted to say no but you also really wanted a shower.

“Fine.”

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Apparently, Taekwoon’s ‘best behavior’ meant kissing every newly washed patch of skin for “good luck”. You were a mess of giggles by the time you were finished. But, he did as promised and took his own shower separately after he helped you get dressed.

Now, you were sitting on the couch avoiding eye contact with Hakyeon and Jaehwan. The others had yet to arrive.

“Noona, are you sick or something? You’ve barely moved.” You silently cursed Hakyeon for being his usual observant self.

“I’m fine. Just a little wore out from everything that happened yesterday.” It wasn’t a lie. You just didn’t specify WHICH part of the day that had worn you out.

Finally, Taekwoon emerged from the bathroom, freshly showered, and sat down next to you.

“Taekwoon hyung, are you not taking proper care of your wifey?! She looks exhausted. Don’t you know she went through a lot yesterday?” Jaehwan huffed at his elder and winked at you.

“What do you mean? I’ve taken extra-special care of her.” Your eyes widened at Taekwoon’s change in heart rhythm and you knew exactly what he was thinking about. You prayed that they wouldn’t notice your blushing.

“We’re not here to question their personal lives. We need to talk about what we learned from JooHyung.” Hakyeon gave Jaehwan a look and the raven quieted immediately. You had a horrible suspicion that Hakyeon knew everything. He was just too much of a gentleman to say it.

“True. But where are the others?”

As if on cue, Hyuk and Hongbin burst through the front door, full of giggles.

“Wonshikkie hyung isn’t coming.” Hyuk was trying to explain through his laughter.

“Why not?”

“He texted me earlier and told me in not so many nice words that if anyone came near his room today, they would be singing soprano for the rest of their lives.” Hongbin struggled just as much as Hyuk with his words.

“So, we decided to help him out.”

Hakyeon smacked his own forehead in frustration and turned to the maknae.

“What did you do?”

“Well….we kind of tied one end of a rope to his doorknob and the other to Hongbin’s doorknob. So unless someone unties it, they aren’t getting out at all.” After Hyuk finished explaining, he fell into a fit of laughter on the floor.

You couldn’t help but laugh with them. Sometimes, you really loved how childish they could be.

“Well, we’ll just have to deal with that later. Taekwoon? Why don’t you fill everyone in on what JooHyung said?”

“Yeah, sure. To put it simply. He was planning on selling (y/n) and JiYoon. There is apparently a hybrid underground market that deals with these kinds of things. With JiYoon being a healer and (y/n) a handler, he would have been very rich. I was going to ask Jimin’s uncle when he came to get the wolf but I was over here.”

Your mind reeled at what Taekwoon was saying. You mourned for the friendship you thought you’d had with JooHyung. You couldn’t believe what had almost happened.

“So, we would have been sold to other hybrids?” Taekwoon’s hands sought out yours to still their shaking. “This happens a lot?”

“Apparently. But we’ve never even heard of something like that.” Hakyeon shrugged.

“I have.” Hyuk had his head down and spoke softly. “A girl, a rabbit hybrid, went missing from my school in ninth grade. Everyone thought she had just ran away. But, I heard my parents talking about her parents suspecting that it was the underground market. They said they had seen some hybrids in town that were known to be connected to the market. They trade the weaker species to predator species for different…..things. Her parents never heard from her again.”

“We definitely need to talk to Jimin’s uncle.” Taekwoon looked at Hyuk sorrowfully. You suspected that the rabbit hybrid may have been his friend. He looked as if he would never be happy again.

“I’m so sorry, Hyukkie. Maybe if we find out more about this, we might be able to find her.”

“I doubt it. But we do need to find out more.”

Your heart broke for Hyuk.

“Did you get any names out of JooHyung?” You turned to Taekwoon but he only growled. You remembered what he’d said earlier about you saying JooHyung’s name. You sighed. “I’ll take that as a no.”

“I think Taekwoonie hyung is still a little on edge from last night. I haven’t seen you that angry in a while.” Hongbin smiled a bit. You realized that he was trying to lighten the mood.

“Yeah. Thank goodness we had Noona there.”

“He controlled himself rather well without me. He even resisted me calling out his stage name for a bit.”

“He did?!” JaeHwan looked over at Taekwoon, surprised.

“Mmhmm. Usually he just goes all limp-noodle. He should have been on the floor but he just stood there.” You shrugged as you recalled his reaction from the previous night.

“I do not go "limp-noodle”!“

The others laughed at his obvious frustration at being center of attention.

"It’s okay, hyung. It happens to guys sometimes. It doesn’t mean you’re any less of a man.” Hyuk’s face showed a mock concern that only resulted in Taekwoon’s anger.

Taekwoon started off towards the maknae and you felt compelled to stop laughing and save him.

“Leo!”

Your eyes widened when he didn’t stop. He looked as if he was struggling but he was still moving. He turned to you with red eyes and a confused expression. The entire room gasped as they realized what was happening.

“Shit.”

First Half of 2017 Fic Rec

A compilation of some of the fics that I’ve enjoyed this year [with little glimpses into the stories and comments about them, do check them out to see the actual summaries and do support the authors if you enjoy them as well 💕]:

trndsttrs of seoul by chimint || yoonmin, namjin || t || wip

chatfic; jimin is a cinnamon roll and yoongi is whipped™.

(literally the cutest thing ever, i reread it every day. jungkook calls yoonmin ‘dadgi’ and ‘jimom’ respectively (which is so fcking cute nghhh) and namjoon is the captain of the ship and they all ship ym - all concepts i am 100% up for. something to brighten up your day ^^)

Seven Days (Or The One Where Min Yoongi Asks Out Park Jimin Because Of A Girl) by minyoongayashell || yoonmin || bg taekook, namjin || m || wip || tw sexual content (but like, no actual sex)

seven days au; jimin is called “cheot-nal ye” or “first day yes”. basically he’s famous at school for agreeing to date the first person who asks him out on the first day of the week - 100% of the time, he breaks off the relationship at the end of the week and the cycle repeats itself. now, yoongi hates this girl in class and she wants to ask jimin out. naturally, he has to beat her to it.

(the manga was such a sweet thing and the fic gets me so excited. i don’t read a lot of high school aus, but this one is special! it’s not updated very frequently, but it’s definitely worth a read.)

Bullet Boy by sugamins || yoonmin || e || tw homophobia/sexual content || wip || tw references to drug use/depression

in which yoongi’s an underground rapper and jimin collabs with other rappers to break into the scene and flash forward into the future, they are caught up in a ‘scandal the likes of which the industry has never seen before.’

(the writing is so amazing, wow, it’s only on the first third chapter but the author makes it feel so promising. i kid you not, i actually messaged them and fangirled embarrassingly bc I am that kind of person. also ! underground yoonmin !)

Hiraeth by haruguk || taekook, yoonmin, platonic yoonkook || not rated but probably e || 100k || tw sexual content/graphic content/drug abuse/mental instability/psychosis || tw referenced child abuse/cheating/alcohol abuse/self-harm (basically a lot of warnings!)

diary of an oxygen thief au; perfect fratboy jeongguk gets off of breaking hearts, but he can’t quite do the same to kim taehyung. “hurt people hurt people.” read the warnings carefully!

(basically this fic broke my heart time and time again and everyone has probably already read this but i still must rec it bc it is that good.)

tats'n'thots by Death_Impala || taekook || bg yoonmin || not rated but probably m || 12k || tw sexual content

tattoo artist au; taehyung to jeongguk: “I feel inspired, and I want to work with you, so how about this: let me tattoo you in any way I want, free of charge – with your input of course.” also, bottom jk. c:

(i am trash for the using-your-body-as-a-canvas trope and similarly, or even more so, for bottom bby jk. :’) this fic is a blessing. taekook and art obviously belong in the same sentence.)

Idiosyncratic by jiminsfw || taekook || e || 19k || tw sexual content/knots/ruts/usual abo things

a/b/o au; taehyung and jungkook are an alpha/alpha couple, and no one thinks that alpha/alpha couples can last. involves ruts and switching and so much emotion.

(this was a particularly interesting read bc it took me forever to find a fic with alpha/alpha taekook! alpha/alpha taekook nghhh it’s just the cutest thing, a little sad, but ultimately very fluffy.)

Mileage May Vary by rix || taekook || e || 80k || tw sexual content/age difference/strip clubs/recreational drug use

“Jeongguk is a stripper with a penchant for trouble. Taehyung is curious.” taehyung is nine years older than jk, who has a prince albert btw. bottom jk as always. sort of soft sugar daddy tae? but not really.

(once again i am trash for bottom jk. and all of rix’s fics are so good ;A; the quality just gets better and better. also, tae is once-divorced, heads up. in rix’s words, nothing really happens but still, it’s so enjoyable. <3)

spring day by Bangtanbananas || yoonmin, taekook, namjin || e || 70.9k || tw violence/graphic content/sexual content/mpreg/heats/usual abo things

wolf au; only 5% (i think) of wolves find their fated mates (but most wolves believe they don’t actually exist bc soulmates?), and although jimin dreamt of finding his when he was a pup, he didn’t actually expect to in the mysterious alpha from the mountains.

(i crave shit like this bc wolves + a/b/o + pack dynamics is just - c: omega jm and alpha yg, yes please. seokjin is the real mvp.)

half feral, but just right by themelonlord || yoonmin, platonic jikook || e || wip || tw discrimination/bullying/graphic content (but not really)/probably sexual content || tw referenced child abuse

a/b/o au; in a world where alphas are considered little more than rabid animals, yoongi’s just trying to scrape by and achieve his dreams. but then he meets omega park jimin and his pseudo little brother, young alpha jeon jeongguk.

(yoonmin with their son /dongsaeng jjk is evidently my absolute favourite thing. :’) i was dreaming about an au where the alphas are victimised for a change a week before i discovered this fic and i wanted to cry bc it was better than i could ever imagine it to be.)

Laugh and I Love You by ifisayhiyousayoops || jinkook || bg vmin || e || 21.9k || tw sexual content

canonverse; seokjin and jungkook are just - so domestic and codependent. literally it. the softest slice-of-life on this side of the internet.

(jinkook has always been my guilty pleasure and i love them. bratty btm bby jk is basically my religion? i’m this fic is so well written! it’s very gentle and sweet and wow. i love love.)

time follows you (and fades) by thebestofme || yoonmin || bg taekook || t || 17k

hogwarts au; half-veela jimin finds himself in slytherin house and falling for slytherin prince, min yoongi. alternatively, jimin is so pretty and yoongi just wants to love him.

(slytherin yoonmin! yoongi is such a sweetheart and he has a pet kneazle named holly. :’) jeongguk is also adorable, i’m so weak. the first part is in jm’s pov and the second one’s in yg’s, so you literally get two sides of the story. i am trash for hogwarts aus and i’ve probably read all of them, and this one is such a gem!)

Once Upon A Dream by yururin || yoonmin || t || 17k

“soulmates AU where you can see a glimpse of your past life on the eve of your 18th birthday and Jimin dreams of a forbidden Joseon era love story with an upperclassman Min Yoongi, popular basketball player in uni, 18384/10 out of his reach”

(what is sin - it doesn’t exist. this entire thing is so soft and cute and pure. a great pick-me-up!)

glub glub glub by rabbitme || yoonmin || g || 6.7k

sort of chat fic that begins with jimin and yoongi missing each other.

(such purity. i love love. basically ym travelling, together and apart. ot7 interaction is something to look forward to, as well. it’s so fluffy, please read this and be blessed.)

light side of the moon by themelonlord || yoonmin, namjin, taekook, 95line || e || 80.8k || tw brief graphic content (blood)/sexual content

wolf au; jimin moves into a quiet town and befriends kim taehyung, who subsequently changes his life.

(it is such a lovely story, very pure, very gentle, with filth. :’) nothing really happens; it’s just a story about a boy who finds himself loving a man who can turn into a wolf. the ot7 is strong in this one. highly recommended if 95line and puppy piles make you smile.)

King of My Heart by wanderment || taekook || t || 17.7k

jeon jeongguk is the youngest son of the king of korea. taehyung is a friend of a friend - and a fan, but don’t let jeongguk know that. yet.

(a very wholesome and pure fic. they’re all rich college kids in this; minus namjin who are jk’s bodyguards. it feels short when you read it, but definitely very enjoyable. it’ll make you smile.)

The Victorious V and his Vast, Venturesome Heart by aprofessorstale || taekook, yoonmin || e || wip || tw sexual content/identity crises?

canonverse; taehyung is in love with love. jimin doesn’t believe in it.

(this is probably one of the best non-aus i’ve read in forever. it’s very introspective, incredibly heavy when it comes to discussions of sexuality and identity. it is very well-written and the author had captured their personalities well, while sticking to a timeline mostly following reality. (basically everything happens post-ynwa era) taekook are complicated and as are yoonmin, and while the story isn’t over yet, it is definitely worth the read. nam2seok are the resident straights and they deserve to be loved. on that note! yg is demisexual, rejoice.)

I Wrote This For You by chikichikichuu || yoonmin, taekook || bg namjin || t || wip || tw referenced depression/self-harm

the “cliffhanging heartbreaking motherfucking breakthrough debut novel” you will not read this story frustrates jungkook enough for him to send an aggressive e-mail to his newly proclaimed favourite author, min yoongi. (or, yoonmin through jungkook’s eyes. painful, yet worth it. taekook are relationship goals, basically, and everything is seemingly lovely until it isn’t. it hasn’t been updated since february ::) but it’s the kind of story that you can’t stop thinking about. suffer with me. <3)

a silhouette of new by mygz || yoonmin || m || wip || tw sexual content

sugar daddy gone wrong au chatfic; an unknown number sends jimin a message, thinking he’s a sugar baby.

(very very cute! i look forward to this a lot. yoongi and jm are both very natural and very adorable, spicy and sweet. uwu seriously something to look forward to if you’re into fluffy and sexy sugar daddy au chatfics.)

Lurking Shadows by GrandDragon03 || taekook, yoonmin, nam2seok, platonic yoonminkook || m || wip || tw violence

monster hunter au; jungkook is taken in as an apprentice by the legendary (and also married) hunter pair, min yoongi and park jimin.

(this is so good? the world-building is a+. please read if you want to see yoonmin with their son jk and good writing. the summary is in first person, but the story itself isn’t written that way, i promise. jk is a reckless prodigy but yoongi’s working on it.)

A New World by lonelyonion || taekook, yoonmin, nam2seok || e || wip || tw graphic content/violence/character death

super powers/not today au; “Jeon Jungkook was born to save the world, that’s a fact. Everything else, that was spontaneous.”

(this needs more attention! it’s still very short but very well-written and i am sooo excited for where this is headed. there are also not enough nam2seok fics in the world. :’) also! author says not to worry about the character death, but let’s see.)

Breathless by makkurokuro93 || yoonmin || bg namjin || e || 37k || tw sexual content

swim team au; after an unexpected break from the athletic world, yoongi finds himself back in south korea as their national team’s new coach. everything is almost the same as when he left, except, now, there’s park jimin.

(admittedly i haven’t finished this yet. 🤷 but! it seems very promising and there’s a nuance to the writing that colours everything in this sort of hazy blue filter. it’s just really pretty, wow. i say this bc i haven’t gotten to the smutty bits yet, tbh. what i’ve seen of the characterisations are brilliant! will update this when i finish reading. ;; let’s scream together.)

Impractical Magic by springrain21 || yoonmin || t || 16.8k || tw dismembered toes/spirits

witch au; yoongi is the worst witch jimin has ever met, basically.

(so so so cute! thank you to the original creator of the tumblr post that inspired this entire thing bc it just makes me so happy. yg is such an endearing character, and jm obviously feels the same way. you will fall in love.)

Once Upon A Dream Chapter 67: Windows

Read the full work on my AO3.

Can I just say that writing playful, fluffy, Solas is one of the great joys of mine.  It isn’t something that he allows to come out often which really makes me treasure it more when it peaks up out of nowhere.  Ahhh that elf man.

That night, when Emma entered the Fade, she found she was nervous.  She paced the living room of her Fade home, putting things down, adjusting, double checking for anything embarrassing.  Solas was taking a while tonight.  She kept thinking how she wished she’d not asked Sherlock to give them a bit.  If she hadn’t, then she’d have her friend here to distract her thoughts, keep the doubt at bay.

It was not that she didn’t want Solas to see this.  It simply felt like opening up the final piece of herself to him.  There was something frightening in that.  Frightening to lay herself bare, strip herself down even to her most intimate memories.  

She felt the moment he finally slipped into the Fade.  Then, before she could even figure out how to call out to him, he was next to her.  Expression puzzled and eyes focused on her.  He opened his mouth, but then his eyes finally caught on the area around him, and his lips snapped shut again.

Her heart beat hard in her chest, the thud of it even heard in her ears.  Solas looked around himself slowly, keen steel eyes taking in everything.  The longer the quiet drew out, the more Emma found herself fidgeting.  Then his eyes locked onto something and he was moving across the room.

“Solas?”

He was at the mantle, fingers reaching out to lift one of the framed photos.  She saw the gentle upward curve of his lip before he said, “How old were you?”

She released a breath of air as she walked over to him.  She peeked over his shoulder to see which one he’d picked up.  It was a picture from one of the years they’d gone to pick raspberries.  All the girls’ lips and fingers stained red from the juice.  They’d eaten much more than they’d actually picked to bring home.

A slight lean and she was pressing just a touch against his side, “Seven I believe.”

“That is your mother and sisters with you?”  

“Yes, Tess is the older one and Meredith the younger.”

“Your mother has your eyes.”

She laughed, “Usually it’s said the other way around.”

He lifted it closer to his face, fingers tracing along the edge of the glass, “I have never seen such a detailed painting.”

“It’s a picture not a painting.”

His eyes shifted to her, “A picture?"

“Uh yeah it’s...,”  She thought for a moment, “I admit, I don’t know much about exactly how photography works, but basically I think it has something to do with mirrors.  Reflections imprinted onto film.  It’s like capturing and freezing a moment in time so you can look at it later.”

“That is...,”  He put the picture back and his eyes went to over the others, “All of these, this is truly what you looked like in those moments?”

“Yes, well sort of.”

“You are so happy.”

Something in the way he said it, a wistfulness and resolve to his tone, made her nervous.  She hurried to ease whatever had come into his mind.  

“Smiling for photos was a rule.  You have to look happy in pictures, even when you’re not.”

He looked unconvinced, eyes going back to the first picture, “You look truly happy, lighter.”

“I was a kid.  Kids are like that for the most part.”  She smiled, “I mean, when your biggest worry is if you’re going to have cheerios or frosted flakes that morning, the world is fairly straight forward and easy.”  At his puzzled glance she added, “It’s cereal brands, breakfast food.”

“Ah.”  He looked over the grouping of pictures once more, “You don’t seem to have any of you when you are older.  I would ask if age restriction is also a rule to this, picture, but your mother is in them and your older sister.”

She shifted, a hint of old pain stabbing at her, “We moved.  I haven’t been in this house since I was eleven.”

Solas straightened, turning to her and reaching out to brush his knuckle along her cheek, “Will you show me the rest of your home?”

Her eyes lifted to meet his, “You don’t seem very surprised.”

He chuckled, leaned in to brush his nose against hers before he kissed her light and teasing, “I am not, only because I have come to expect a constant flow of unexpected from you.”  He pulled from her.  His hand left her cheek to draw a path down her shoulder and arm till his fingers twined with hers, “Besides, I knew you were capable.”

She moved up to her tiptoes to place a quick kiss on his jaw before she gave his hand a gentle tug and began showing him around.  At first he remained reserved, but it was not long before his curiosity won out.  Then he reminded her of a kid at Christmas morning with each new discovery he made.  

It was simple things too, like he was absolutely fascinated by the toilet and shower.  Plumbing in general was of great interest to him, and she couldn’t blame him at all, plumbing was one of the things she mourned the loss of herself.

They moved through the house slowly because of his inquisitiveness.  Not that she minded.  It was nice to see this side of him.  Even with her he always tended towards reserved, stoic, it simply was part of who he was.  So, to see him like this, wide eyed and full of excited wonder, was a true treasure to her.

When they arrived at the office, he immediately went to the shelves, fingertips brushing along the various titles as he read through them.  Emma leaned against the doorframe and watched him.  She tried to imprint the little details of him, the way his head would tilt just a hint when something caught his interest or how his ears would occasionally twitch at some sound only he heard.  The grace of each movement as though every breath of his was part of some intricate dance.

Then he spoke, head still looking down at whatever book he had in his hands, “It would appear you were not always lacking in a desire for sweets.”

Her brows knit, “What are you---”  Then it dawned on her, there were family photo albums in here, and if the books were all filled from what she remembered then…  She hurried forward, “You do not need to be seeing those.”

He turned as she neared and, just as she made to grab for the photo album he lifted it high over his head, “Why?  This is nothing to be embarrassed about.  It too is fascinating.  I have never seen so much color on a cake, nor on such an adorable little face.  Tell me, did you smash your whole face into it or bring up handfuls with your little hands?  I wish to envision the scene correctly.”

Despite knowing it was ineffectual, she tried to reach up to grab the book from him, “Solas.  Really, this is unfair.  It’s not as though we can make it even by me seeing embarrassing pictures of your childhood.  Now give it here.”

He chuckled, “Why be embarrassed?  You were rather endearing.”

She kept reaching, practically climbing up him in her attempt, “Were?”

The arm that wasn’t holding the book up slipped around her waist, forcing her to still against him, “Endearing would now be far to understated a term.”

He dipped his head and pressed his lips to hers in an easy kiss.  When he pulled away it took her brain a moment to come back from the feel of him on her mouth.  Then she frowned and continued reaching for the album.

“You can’t woo me on this, wolf.  Give it.”

“Feel free to climb me for it, cat.”

She opened her mouth to speak and then realized what she should have from the start.  This was the Fade, her part of the Fade.  If she didn’t want the book here then she could simply will it away right?  Her mouth closed and she gave him a mischievous smirk.  One of his eyebrows quirked up at the expression, but before he could speak the book was gone from his fingers.

He looked up at his now empty hand and then back to her, “Now that is unfair.”

“Hardly anymore unfair than your height.”

He brought his hand down bringing it to her waist with his other, “Bring it back, vhenan.  I was not done.”

“Ha, no way sir.”  

He hummed in the back of his throat as his fingers sought along her sides.  “Please.”

“Nope.”

Then his fingers found the flesh of her hips, they dug in there massaging, she squirmed against him, “Bring it back.”

She tried to wiggle away from him as his fingers somehow managed to find one of the few areas she was ticklish at, though she had no idea how he had guessed at the particular area of her hips.

“I won’t.”

“Very well, you leave me no choice.”

His fingers increased their movements, holding her close even as they mercilessly tickled her.  She struggled, but in the end he was stronger than her.  All she could do was squirm while she broke into a fit of giggles.

She spoke through her laughter, hands against his chest, “Solas, stop.”

“Do you surrender?”

“Never.”

“Then I shall not.”

He scooped her up and, before she could even react, she found herself perched on the edge of the desk, pinned there as his fingers continued their merciless journey over her.  As she laughed, he dipped his head to her throat, breathed against her there, then nipped at her ear.  It was only a few moments then before tickling turned to something else.

The breathlessness of her giggles shifting to another kind of breathlessness as his mouth trailed along the skin of her neck.  Her fingers now gripped onto his shirt as he tasted her.  His fingers stopped their tickled and instead began to caress, moving along her till they slipped under her shirt, brushed against her skin.

He nuzzled at her, hands continuing their path up her sides, “Emma, I---”

Then as abruptly as he had started, he stilled.  Pressed as she was against him she could feel his muscles stiffen for a beat before he moved his hands out from under her shirt.  Her eyes fluttered open to look at his face just as he pulled his mouth from her.  His eyes were on the door to the room.

As he straightened, Emma followed his gaze to find Amynta standing in the doorway.  Solas stood tall now but kept a hand on her, kept himself between her and Amynta.  Though, it didn’t remind Emma so much of him guarding her, more like a child who was concerned a parent was going to take away a favorite toy.

Amynta’s eyes went to Emma and she smiled, “I’m sorry to interrupt.”  Then her eyes shifted back to Solas, “Hello Solas.  It has been a while.”

“It has.”

“I confess when I had thought of ways we would meet again this did not cross my mind.  Though I suppose I should not be entirely unsurprised.  Old habits.”  Then, Amynta’s eyes went to Emma and she shifted, “I apologize I did not mean---”

Emma smiled and hopped off the edge of the desk, “It’s fine.  He has already hinted that he was more… rambunctious in his younger years.  I don’t mind, his past is his past.  He is---”  She stopped herself than, unsure if being so possessive as calling him hers would be appropriate.

Solas glanced at her, leaned down to kiss her forehead, “Yours.  I am yours, vhenan.”  Then he straightened once more and looked at Amynta, “Amynta, I believe you and I should talk.”

“If you wish.”  She clasped her hands together and gave a slight nod to Emma, “Take a night to yourself, child.  You deserve a bit of peace.  We will work on your training more tomorrow.”  Then her eyes went back to Solas, “I will meet you in your study.”

With that, she was gone.  Solas turned back to Emma, brow raised, “Training?”

“Oh.  Yeah, I suppose I forgot to mention that.  Amynta is teaching me some basic fighting techniques.  Just in case.”

“Ah, that is good.  She is a skilled fighter.”  He reached up to place his palm to her cheek, thumb brushing along her cheekbone, “Was she the spirit that helped you when you healed me?”

“Yes.  Does that bother you?  You two seem...”  she paused, “Well…”

“No, I am glad.  We were friends once and even now, I would be a fool to be upset by someone so skilled offering you their aid.”  A pause, “Has she told you about...,” another hesitation.

“About your history together?”

A release of breath, “Yes.”

“Not really, just that she knew you and it was a long story.”

“It is complicated.”  A slight knitting of his brows as he added, “We were never romantic.”

She laughed, “She told me that already and even if you had been, I meant what I said about your past.  What matters to me now is what time we have together.”  Then her expression turned serious again as a thought crossed her mind, “She didn’t… betray you somehow did she?”

“As I said it is… complicated, but she would not harm you.  She has offered you her protection and aid, she will not go against that.”

“It’s good to know I was right in placing my trust with her.”

She felt a slight twitch to his fingers, the smallest hesitation before he spoke, “Yes, you were.”  He bent his head towards her, “You do not mind if I go speak with her now?  I know we had intended to---”

She brought her fingers up to his jaw, “I don’t mind at all, dearheart.”

A smile before he pressed his mouth to hers, breathed her in with his kiss, then pulled away, “Ar lath ma.”

And he was gone.  

She took a deep breath and looked to the shelves around her.  It felt as though there wasn’t that much time left till they would need to be awake.  Had there been more, she might have tried to explore the Fade a bit, let the spirits show her something new.  Instead, she pulled a book from the shelf and settled into one of the plush reading chairs.  She tucked her legs beneath her and allowed herself to try to focus on the book.

It wasn’t a very successful attempt all in all.  Her mind kept wandering to what Amynta and Solas could be talking about.  Not that it was any of her business, but that didn’t keep her from being curious about it.  The whole thing between them was strange to her and the way they’d greeted each other only served to make the curiosity about their past stronger in her.

On top of that, she kept feeling out into the waking world.  It was comforting to have him so near.  To be able to feel his body against hers still.  

She had no idea how long this struggle to read went on for.  Time in the Fade could be different from time in the waking world, but she felt when he woke.  First she felt it in his breathing, the overall stirring of him next to her.  Then she felt it in the soft brush of lips upon skin, fingers curling in her hair as others feathered along her skin, lighting a trail of electricity in their wake.

When her eyes opened it was to find him trailing kisses along her jaw.  The morning light just starting to make its appearance as it painted the room in a warm gold.  One of the beams from the window set along his broad shoulders, painting the strength in them along with the adorable softness of the freckles that were scattered there.

She shifted, brought her mouth so she could brush against the dotted flesh of his shoulders.  He sighed into her skin before he moved his hand to turn her head to him and took her mouth.  There were no words.  They didn’t really need them in those last little stolen moments together.  

She opened for him, like a bloom in the bright spring sun.  He took and took till she felt everything drained out from her, released in floods of light and song.  Then he gave back to her, gave her everything of him to fill up all those places he had drained.  And for a bit longer they simply were.

When they were both coming back to themselves, to awareness of the world around them, she allowed herself to think what it would be like if they could be like this.  If there really was another world where things were easier.  Another world where she could fall asleep every night so entwined with him that their bodies couldn’t be told apart.  A world where she could wake up every morning to him as her shining sun.  

Solas nuzzled to her breast, gripped her tighter to him for a while longer.  Then, when the room was almost full yellow with the day’s light, he gave a deep sigh against her.  He unraveled himself from her slowly and moved to get their things from the bedside table.  His movements uncharacteristically slow.  

Emma set up behind him, pressed kisses to his back,  “I love you, Solas.”

He shifted so that he could see her, started to turn his head to bring his mouth to hers then stopped himself with a shake of his head.  Instead, he touched his brow to her’s for just a moment before standing from the bed.

“If I kiss you again, we will never join the others.”

“It’s a tempting thought.”

They both knew that given the current situation they would be unlikely to get any time alone, not outside of the Fade at least.  It was likely many of the mages would be traveling with them, this would mean sharing of tents which in turn would mean no stolen nights.  Given that, once they left here they would probably not have each other again until Haven.

Emma set up fully, letting her legs swing over the side of the bed as she reached for her clothing, “We could run away together.”

He chuckled, pulling his undershirt over his head, “Where would we go, ma vhenan?”

“You mean if the world was not ending?”

He smiled at her as he reached for his leggings, “Ideally.”

She stood and started to pull on her own clothing as she thought.  Once she had on her underclothes she paused, “Everywhere.”

He stopped just as he was putting on his belt that soft smile still on his lips, “Everywhere?  That is quite a broad suggestion.  I was thinking more specific.”

“I want to travel with you.  I want you to take me to all the places you’ve told me about.  I want to walk with you in the ruins, the battlefields, all of it.  I want to see everything with you, walk the Fade as one.  Then, when we are both ready, find somewhere quiet to settle.”  She pulled on the outer layer not looking at him as she focused on the various fastenings, “But in the end, what I want most, is simply to be with you.  To fall asleep knowing that I will wake to you every morning and fall asleep against you again the next night, be that in a bed, under the stars, or tucked away in ruins.”

There was absolute silence then as she finished the last of her clothing.  When she was done she was almost afraid to look up, but she forced her eyes to his face.  He was staring at her, his gaze piercing into her.  

She fumbled to find words, “I’m sorry did I… I mean was that too much?  I didn’t mean to make you---”

Her words were cut off as he moved to her in one long stride.  His hands went to her hips and pressed her against him as his mouth went hungry to hers.  He bent her backwards again, leg finding it’s place between hers to hit the spot that made her release a little gasp into his mouth.  Then he kissed her as only he could, consumed her.  Lit her on fire till the world fell away.

When he released her, she stumbled and he had to hold her shoulders to help her balance.  Both their breathing was ragged and, as soon as he knew she was steady, he took a large step back from her.

“It was not too much, Emma.  I wish with all my being it could be so.”  He looked out the window and for a moment his eyes went dreamy, distant, “I never thought I would meet anyone who could so thoroughly pull me from the Fade, but since I have met you, I find that I would give everything, even that, if…”  His eyes turned back to her, sadness turning to resolve, “In another world, vhenan.”

It took her a moment to come back, to be able to register that his words weren’t in reference to that kiss, but to her words earlier.

When she did she took a deep breath.  What she wanted to say was why not this one.  What she wanted to do was throw away everything to simply be with him.  Her life wasn’t just hers though.  She’d made a promise long ago.  A life for a life.  It should have been hers now she had to amend.

She forced a soft smile, “Who knows, maybe there is some world where we are already together.  Living in some cute little cottage with all the best things from my world and yours.   Like not as many people and magic, but still with plumbing and coffee.”

His hand reached for her but he pulled it back to his side,  “I hope it is so.”

His eyes went to the last item left for him to put on.  He walked over to the it, picked up the wolf jaw, and let it drop slowly over his neck.  It was like watching a new skin being thrown over him, his mask back in place, shoulders pulled straight and stoic.

She walked to him, placed a hand over the jaw, the other going to his face.  There was something more to this.  Something to the necklace he still wasn’t telling her.  It hurt him and she wanted to help ease that, but how could she if she didn’t know the cause.

“Solas, what is---”

A banging followed by a shout from the other side of the door, “Alright you two rabbits, you better be decent.  If you’re not, pull out and get that way.”

Solas and Emma exchanged a mirrored look.  She let her hand fall from him as he bent to give her a kiss on the head before he chuckled.

“I am surprised it took this long, if I am honest.”  He ran his hands along his clothing once to make sure everything was straight.  Then he went to the door and opened it, “Good morning, Herald.”

“Is it?”  Ivy’s head peeked around his shoulder to find Emma and she grinned, “Ah so it is.  Look at her all glowey.  Good job old man.  I had my doubts but it appears you must have been adequate.  Your no complaints record shall continue it would seem.”

“What a relief.  That is my true goal in this existence.  Though I am curious where you found these records from my earlier exploits.”

“Top secret Herald shite.  Now scoot on out.  Me and your misses need to talk.”

“You--”

“Out ya old egg.”

“Egg?”

Ivy reached up to tap on the crown of his head, “Isn’t it obvious?”

“No.”

Ivy shrugged and then pushed on his shoulders, “Scoot.”

He didn’t exactly go on his own, but Emma knew he could have stopped her from pushing him out had he really wanted to.  

Still, once he was on the other side of the door he turned to look at Ivy, “I am---”

Ivy shut the door on him and turned to Emma with a grin, “Alright where can I go to sit or lean that you guys didn’t rub all over last night?”

Emma snorted then looked around, “To be honest…”

“Are you serious?”

She grinned but gave Ivy a shrug, “He’s rather enthusiastic.”

“How enthusiastic?  How many times did you actually do it last night?”

She flushed, “Uh well, I dunno a few times then we bathed, then again, and then again this morning.”

Ivy gave a deep sigh and walked over to the bed.  She lifted the cover between two fingers and tossed it to the side, then set on the edge of the mattress.  “Andraste’s tits, so the old man does have some staying power.”

“You have no idea.  He is quite---” Then she realized he might not exactly relish her telling all this, even if it was all a glowing review.  She cleared her throat, “Anyways, I should thank you.”

Ivy looked up at her, head tilting, “Thank me?”  Then a half grin,  “I wasn’t there.”  

Emma snorted again, “You know what I mean.  Thank you for giving us this.  A night to just be.”

For a moment Ivy’s face turned serious, “We don’t know what tomorrow will bring.  If you can, you deserve to have a few moments of love.  You should hold onto them.”  Then she patted the bed next to her, “On another topic, I believe you were going to tell me the truth sissy.  We won’t have privacy again for a while so, have at it.”

Emma took a deep breath.  She loved Ivy, wanted to tell her the truth, but at the same time she was afraid.  It was a lot to take for anyone.  Still, she had to just keep having faith in this woman she’d come to love.  So, she went to sit down next to her and started from the beginning.

Worth It

Features: Original!Caroline, Hybrid!Caroline, KC with kids, altered backstory, etc. Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, minor death of children who were turned, and infertility. Rated G/SFW.

Sheila Bennett paced nervously. She was wearing a hole in her patio, but it was unavoidable.

An Original was coming.

Sure, she’d called him there, but that made her no less nervous. She wasn’t sure what she’d called him for was worth it. Plus, Bonnie was there with her, and the Original would surely use her as leverage if he didn’t like what he heard.

“Grams, sit down. It’s okay. Whoever this guy is, he can’t be that bad,” Bonnie cajoled.

Sheila shook her head. “You have no idea who you’re talking about. We’re meeting an Original. One of the first vampires in existence. He’s extremely dangerous and if he doesn’t like what I have to say, he’ll kill us both.”

“I think you confuse me for my siblings,” a voice called.

Sheila turned around so quickly her hips popped.

There he was, standing just before the steps. In a full suit, he didn’t look nearly as threatening as some said. But Sheila could feel his power like it was a tangible thing.

“You are Sheila Bennett, yes?” She nodded, struck mute by the sheer wrongness of his existence. Nature hated this man. “You summoned me.”

Bonnie peeked around Sheila. “Hi, I’m Bonnie. Her granddaughter. She didn’t really tell me who you are…?”

He looked amused. “I am Elijah, an Original vampire. I’m also very busy, so if we could move this along?”

Sheila snapped out of it. “Come, have a seat.” She directed him to one of the chairs. She sat opposite him, Bonnie at her side. “I hope you don’t mind, Bonnie is training right now. I thought it would be a good idea for her to watch. But if you’d rather she not….”

He put a hand up. “It’s alright. But please, let’s get to it. I have other business to attend to after this.”

“Okay.” She breathed out through her mouth. “I recently found a collection of family heirlooms. Many grimoires were part of it, but only one really stood out to me.” She gingerly pulled out the book she was talking about. He took it carefully. “This grimoire belonged to a woman named Ayana.”

“Ayana. She was a friend of my family’s.” He looked at the book, facial expression slightly surprised. He looked up. “If you want to keep this, then it is yours. It’s your family history, not mine.”

“Thank you,” she said, though she never planned on giving it away. She leaned forward and opened it to a well worn page. “I wanted to show this page to you. It’s a spell for temporary infertility that was used quite often. It was a drink, ingested during puberty, during the ovulation part of the menstrual cycle, if applicable. And it can be reversed. Do you see, here she says that it was often reversed on the last night of the wedding, before the couple had their private time.”

Elijah read the spell quickly. “Yes, I do. I believe I was given this spell, now that I look at it.” He spoke more to himself, “Mother probably didn’t want us giving her grandchildren before marriage.”

Bonnie grinned. Elijah did feel extremely powerful, but that comment made him seem really human.

“I do not understand why you are showing me this.”

Sheila steeled herself. “May I ask a few personal questions?”

He stared for a moment. “Alright.”

“Were you the only one of your siblings to get this spell?” He shook his head, remembering each of them getting the special drink. They’d gotten them at random, only once, leaving all the rest jealous. They’d all been given the drink that night, though. Her next question made him frown. “Do the hybrids want children?”

“I won’t presume to know. Why are you asking this?”

“Because I can reverse this spell. I can take away the infertility from the wolf side and it would be possible for them to have children.”

Elijah eyed her. Niklaus and Caroline already had Isaac, who was partly the pride and joy of the family, but they’d always wanted more.

“Explain,” he finally said.

“I can make the reverse of this spell quickly and easily. They will ingest it, then wait a little while, and they should be fertile again. That is, if she was given this spell?”

Elijah shrugged. “I don’t know if she did or not. Let’s assume she did for now. I have a few questions before this goes anywhere.”

“Go ahead.”

“How long is a little while?”

Sheila pointed to a line in grimoire. “A few days, a week at most.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“I was told by the spirits that a hybrid can only live if it is natural. I’ve heard stories of the hybrids he attempted to make. They could not live because they were against the balance of nature. But if they make a hybrid like this, then it will be allowed to live. I am a servant to nature, and She says this is something that can happen without bloodshed.”

Elijah looked both contemplative and defensive. “Why, though? Why are you willing to risk yourself and get this news to them?”

She looked away for a moment. Bonnie watched avidly. “I want your help finding someone. It should be easy, but she is blocking me. You won’t be putting yourself or your family in danger, I promise you.”

“I will get back to you. For now, do not tell anyone about this, do you understand?” She nodded. “Do you have a number I could call you on?”

“Yes, I do. I’ll go write it down.” Sheila was hesitant to leave Bonnie with him, but Elijah had been calm and peaceful, so she hoped he would do anything and went inside.

Bonnie asked, “so...Original vampire? What does that mean, exactly? If you don’t mind my asking, I mean.”

“It means that my siblings and I were turned into the very first vampires after the death of my youngest brother. Also turned were my father, sister-in-law, and nephew. All vampires in existence come from us.”

“Woah. What did she mean by hybrid?”

Elijah smiled at her curiousity. “Hybrid in this case means part vampire, part werewolf. Both my brother, his wife, and their son are hybrids, the only ones alive. My brother has made attempts to make more, but they always die.”

Bonnie frowned. “That’s sad. But, do you think he’ll go for it? If he wants more hybrids, this might be the only way.”

She was overstepping her bounds, just a little, but he allowed it. “I’m not sure. I’m going to ask him and return his answer to you two.”

“Okay,” she said as Sheila came back out. Elijah and Bonnie both stood.

She handed a piece of paper to Elijah. “My number and Bonnie’s are on there. If you can’t reach me, just call her.”

“I will. Thank you, Ms. Bennett.”

And then he was gone.

He was in Richmond not long after, shut away in his hotel room. He loosened his tie and steeled himself.

“Caroline? Great news.”

When Isaac was born, the whole family had rejoiced. The last addition had been Henrik, some thirteen years before.

Isaac spent every waking moment with his family. His aunt and uncles adored him, his maternal grandparents doted on him, and his parents, most of all, loved him more than anything else in the whole world.

He’d been there, that night. He’d been in his father’s arms, and he’d been killed by his step-grandfather. He’d barely been seven months old, not quite able to stand up without assistance. He’d had two front teeth on the top and bottom, and he’d never known a world of violence.

But then, he was killed.

Unlike his parents, who drank the blood because they were forced, he did it because he was thirsty. And unlike his parents, who killed after turning, he never did.

Isaac was a hybrid in name only, a vampire in reality. He’d never killed. He didn’t even have fangs to kill with. His parents, however, had turned into wolves that fateful night and killed Esther when she later plotted to bind their natures.

Mikael went on a rampage, and the Mikaelsons had been running ever since.

There had been only two additions since -- the emergence of their sister, Freya, and her son.

It was the 1400’s, and she found them, heavily pregnant and being chased by their aunt. She’d proven herself quickly, and they’d killed Dahlia with no remorse.

Freya had given birth to her son, Théo, soon after. He’d never been adept at magic, and Freya had him turned at a young age. (“Better companion for Isaac than any of the rest of us,” Kol had drawled, the only one who’d agreed with her actions. He’d been the one to turn the boy.)

There had been no one else, unless you counted the many people Elijah and his single siblings had claimed to love.

That didn’t mean they didn’t want more. As children, they’d envisioned their lives being aunt and uncles to many little Mikaelsons, spread between the six of them evenly. It wasn’t a lost dream, or at least, Elijah thought not. He hoped not.

Niklaus and Caroline, Isaac and Théo accompanying them as was usual, came to town a few days later. Elijah had already bought a property and was having it renovated. Hotels were not an option with two little boys who liked to throw their bottles of blood (a baby bottle for Isaac, a water bottle for Théo) at the walls. Isaac only did it when he was excited, but Théo would do it if he was excited, mad, or being defiant.

It was because of that that Elijah’s nephews did not live in hotels, ever.

He told this to Bonnie, who found it all amusing. Sheila smiled, but she was too nervous to laugh. The hybrids of the Originals were surrounded by rumors, and no one knew the truth. Elijah had told them little tidbits here and there in the hopes he could ease their fears, but no luck.

When Niklaus and Caroline entered the clearing, Sheila tensed. Bonnie stood away from them, behind them, so Elijah wasn’t sure how she reacted.

They greeted Sheila shortly but not unkindly.

“Brother,” Caroline said, moving to him. She pressed a kiss to his cheek and allowed him to do the same before she stepped back. Isaac was in a sling on her chest, excitedly kicking his feet.

“Hi! Hi!” Isaac screeched happily.

“Caroline. Isaac.” His tone was as affectionate as it got.

“Not going to say hello to me?” Niklaus questioned. Théo ran at him and jumped up and down until Elijah picked the little boy up. He hadn’t seen his nephews in months.

“Hello, brother,” Elijah said a little exaggeratedly. To Théo, he booped his nose and said, “hello, darling. How have you been?”

Théo chattered, “we got to see Unca Kol! He showed me the magic he learned and then he made me a magic puppy! It’s soooooo cute, Unca Lijah! But Mama said no.” He pouted.

Caroline cut in, “she said no because it tried to bite you, baby. Kol has it and he’s training it, so next time you see him, you’ll get to see your puppy again.”

“What did you name it?” Elijah questioned, seeing that Théo was unhappy with that explanation. His nephew’s whole face lit up at the question.

“Théa!” He giggled.

“He’s turning into an egomaniac,” Niklaus joked. Isaac giggled, though he was too young to understand what they were saying. At his age, he was too young to be talking or comprehending them, but his thousand years had aided him in the former. All he could say was ‘hi’, ‘mama’, and ‘papa’.

“You’re one to talk,” Caroline and Elijah said at the same time. Théo found it hilarious and threw his head back in a laugh.

He righted himself quickly, and turned in Elijah’s hold, holding onto his shoulder to keep his balance. “Who’s that?”

Elijah looked back. “That’s Bonnie. She’s a friend. We have to do a spell, so she’ll be watching you. It won’t be very long at all, and Isaac will be with you.”

Niklaus and Caroline eyed him warily. “Elijah, are you sure she’s safe?”

“Yes. She can’t hurt the boys, I promise you. And as I said, this won’t take long at all. Trust me,” he implored.

After a long moment, Niklaus took Isaac from Caroline and Théo from Elijah and walked them to the younger witch. “If any harm comes to either of them,” he threatened, “you will not live to see another day.”

Then he moved back to his family and the older witch. Bonnie stared after him, then sat to play with the little boys.

She handed them both cups of the special drink. “It won’t take long before the infertility wears off. Though I wouldn’t expect to start reproducing right away. Your reproductive bits have been frozen for a very long time,” Sheila advised.

They nodded and downed the drink. It tasted just the same as they remembered.

“So, we should be back in business in, oh, the next month?” Klaus asked, licking the remnants off his lips.

“Yes, good luck,” Sheila said with a small smile. The spirits were happy with her.

“Now, who was it you needed to find?” Elijah asked, watching his brother and sister-in-law closely. They seemed indifferent, but when he’d told them, they’d been overjoyed. They hid it well, though.

Sheila lowered her voice when she said, “Abby Bennett. She’s blocking me, I can’t find her.”

They shared a look. “Very well. Expect an update soon.”

She thanked them and watched them leave. It was definitely worth it, she thought.

Bang Crush part 3

Also read-> part 1 , part 2

"Hey, I am home," I said as I put my bag down in the corner of the room. I looked up seeing Izuna point at the tablet that Itachi was holding and looking at as if it was some new discovery. Whatever they were watching ended, both Shisui and Itachi looked up at me.

“What?” I asked.

“Are you flirting with your chemistry professor?” Shisui was the one to speak up. My eyes widened.

"What? Why are you asking?!" I grabbed the tablet from their hands and tapped my finger on the play button. "Uzumaki fucking Naruto…" I hissed seeing a video of how I fell on Nardo's lap and remained sitting there. I guess it was obvious to them that I had a bang crush. I was actually looking decent for once.

"Is it true?" Itachi asked the clueless expression remained in his eyes.

“I am not in love with him.” I wasn’t lying...I was not in love with Nardo.

“We are asking if you had a crush.” Damn it, I should have known I couldn’t get around it.

“Uhm..It is called a..A bang crush.” I looked at Itachi.

"Bang cruuussshh~" Izuna raised his cup of tea.

“You knew about this?” Itachi asked.

“Yes, I was the first one who knew.” Izuna bragged.

"I told Sakura, she told...Izuna." I sighed, "Listen, it is really nothing. I am not going to act on it. I just...Flirted a little." Itachi stood up and walked towards the bookshelf.

“What are you doing?” Shisui asked.

"I am not prepared for this," Itachi said and grabbed a book before sitting down.

“You have...A parenting book?” I questioned.

"Bought it the moment mother went to the mental institute," he said, going through the pages. "There is nothing about it." He turned his head to Shisui.

"Maybe Google what to do?" Shisui grabbed his phone, "What am I supposed to type in the search bar. What to do when your little brother has a crush on the professor?"

“Try daughter instead of little brother. I bet it has more results." I was getting ignored like I was a hard question on a test and got skipped.

“What is going on?” Obito looked confused as he got downstairs. I let my head hang the moment Shisui and Itachi both started telling him everything.

"Eeey~ Bang crush!" Obito said, causing Izuna to repeat after him, "But really both of you get off the internet. We will just talk this through."

“Please go back on the internet,” I said.

“Don’t be shy Sasuke, we all have our weird crushes. You are just a teenager experiencing-”

"Ennoouuugggghhhh~" I wanted to shelter my ears from his misery talk.

“What is our plan? Send him to boarding school?” Itachi asked.

“No!” Izuna and Obito both shouted.

"Come on, we all had our fair share of crushes. I mean, did you guys not see me wink at the ice cream man every time he gave me a free scoop." Izuna said, crossing his leg and leaning against the armrest. "It will pass….Through sex." He muttered the last part and I rolled my eyes. I swear this half an hour that they kept talking about my crush and about my ‘teenage hormones' made me cover my ears.

“I don’t want to talk about it!” I shouted.

“Come on, Sasuke. You got to tell us,” Obito tried to pull my hand away.

"Maybe we should call Namikaze, he seems like one of those good dads. He surely knows what to do." Shisui said.

“If he was such a wonderful dad, explain Naruto.” Itachi sounded salty.

"Wonderful dad, wonderful kid. For crying out loud Itachi, he sent us that video because he cares."

“Enough! You guys really want to hear about my sex dream!? Fine! Hear it! Listen to it! Alll theee waaayyy~!!” I was so pissed right now.

“Sex? Are we talking about sex?” Madara took his coat off once he entered the room and suddenly got a long explanation about how I was sexually attracted to my chemistry professor.

“So you are not asexual?” Madara asked and then raised his shoulder, “Eh.”

“You don’t care?” Both Itachi and Shisui said at the same time.

“Dude, look at Sasuke..No way that guy is even considering it. He probably thinks the kid is pathetic and slow with learning. That is why he is babying him around...Aren’t we all?” Madara said before sitting down.

“Thanks...I guess.” I frowned, “I mean...What do you mean he is not even considering it…I mean...I can be ..Sexy? Right?” I suddenly heard all my brothers laughing loudly. “Can I be cute?” I asked and saw them look at one another rather...Awkwardly. “Hashirama said I am cute.”

"He was just being nice," Izuna said looking at his nails in an arrogant way.

"You are the guy people think about when they choke themselves while masturbating. Y'know when there is no wifi or magazines laying around...Or commercials….Actually, let me rephrase that. A guy that is stuck in the woods, that would choke himself while masturbating..In wolf shit." Madara said, "Either way..We don't have to worry at all."

"I guess you are right. A professor won't risk his career just to be Sasuke's bang crush."

“Bang crush.” Izuna raised his glass again.

“What if he does?” I asked.

"You didn't mention your teacher being blind and paralyzed." Madara got up from the couch. "Nothing to worry about."

“I swear to God if I managed to bang him I will film it...And you guys will watch.” I hissed before realizing what I said,”Ugh no..Poor you guys, you will judge me on my lousy performance. Nevermind the tape!” I got up. “But since you guys don’t think I can do it anyway...I won’t stop trying!”

"I am not adult enough to handle this," Itachi whispered in Shisui's ear.

"Yeah, I have no idea either," Shisui added.

"Officially we will blame Obito and Madara if something happens," Itachi said.

“I will make sure they sign the legal papers.” Shisui got up and walked towards the dining table to grab his laptop.

That night I was staring at the ceiling, thinking of every ‘ugly' joke I had heard so far. I sighed before allowing my hand to go through my hair, I grabbed my bangs and looked at it.  How could it be possible all my brothers were so good looking and here I was..Being the ugly duckling. I sighed and grabbed my phone from under my pillow. I was going to write an email to Nardo, explaining to him that the next lesson I would be in a little late because of a doctor's appointment, but after that Naruto mentioned the rash I had..I figured to be straight forward and tell him I would come in late because of my "monthly blood donation" and if I would need a doctor's note or not. I better ask Itachi now before I would have to go around the entire hospital to find him. Honestly, I didn't want to miss more than the first ten minutes of Nardo's class. I was learning too much and yes...I just want to enjoy every second I could get with the man.

“Hey,” I heard Izuna say as he opened the door to my room.

“What do you need?” I asked and put my phone on the nightstand.

“Hmm..I thought what Madara said was sort of mean.” He went to sit on the edge of the bed. I let go of my hair, allowing it to fall on my face.

“I wish I could say shit like, I don’t care about beauty, it is the brains that count..But I don’t have that either.” I sighed and sat up, “What I have is the ability to shoot people and beat them...to death.”

“You are a wonderful author. We have read your fanfiction,” Izuna chuckled.

"It is not good...Nothing is." I laid back down, putting my hands behind my head. "What if legit..Nobody is able to love me?"

“I will fuck you, don’t worry.”

“I appreciate that.” I sighed.

“Come on, you are very good looking,” Izuna climbed on top of me.

"You don't have to lie to me. I have eyes and a mirror to look in."

“You are just not embracing your beauty..And seven years of combat training.” He pulled my sweater up, all the way to my chest, “Behold! Sasuke’s inner beauty!”

“Knock it off,” I tried to get him off me, but he refused.

“One picture, come on!” Izuna reached for my phone before lowering my sweatpants so they hung dangerously low, “For reference!” he shouted. I laid my head back down and held my pillow.

"Why won't you just use google!" I closed my eyes annoyed. I felt Izuna's hand ruffling my hair up.

“Just making it look like you had a rough night.” He smiled and I opened my eyes, looking at him with half lidded eyes.

"Wha-" I couldn't even finish what I said before I saw a flash. "My eyes!" I hissed, shutting my eyes.  

“Perfect! See you can be sexy as hell!” Izuna turned his phone.

"Eeeiik!!" I got up staring at his phone screen. "TOO ECCHI! DELETE IT, DELETE IT!" I tried to grab his phone, but he pulled it back. "You played me!"

“I am just going to send it to Madara! So he can take his words back!”

“You said reference! Don’t send it! He insulted me enough for a day!” I tried to get the phone back.

"He will take his words back! I will send it to Tobirama, sure he will fap to it!" Izuna laughed and I managed to grab my phone back, wanting to delete the picture if it wasn't for the loading sign.

“Sent" My heart stopped beating seeing the animation on the screen of an envelope reaching a mailbox. "Sent…" I repeated and quickly pressed on the "sent emails" seeing the last email I sent was to "Professor Sunray!" I shouted pressing on it and seeing both ecchi pictures Izuna took.

“What? What?” Izuna asked. I looked up.

"I can never show my face to him again...I have to kill myself." I was being rather serious. Izuna grabbed my phone and gasped before chuckling.

“Oooh! Guy has no idea what is coming to him!” Izuna laughed.

“Izuna!” I shouted, hiding my face in my hands.

"Don't worry! Don't worry!" Izuna repeated, typing something. "We just tell him not to open the first email. That it is was a misunderstanding and it contains some private documents you would appreciate him not looking at."

“What will stop him from looking at it!” I shouted.

"Hey...If he is interested in you. He will look at it, probably fap to it." I smacked his head when he mentioned "fapping" again. "Listen, you go tomorrow. If he blushes when he sees you. It means he opened it and I can't blame him for saving the images. In other words,"

"I have a shot..With my bang crush." I gasped, "What if he is straight and is disgusted by the picture?"

"Then he turns gay," Izuna smiled, "The guy wears an orange tie, you have nothing to worry about!"

“Okay...I need to relax...I will just go there and the worst case scenario he asks me what the fuck is wrong in my head and I can lie it was meant for...My girlfriend or some shit.” I looked at Izuna typing.

"Told you Tobirama would fap to it." He turned the screen of my phone, apparently, now I had sent that picture to Tobirama now and he hadn't responded for two minutes..Even though he was online.

"He is questioning me…He is probably showing Hashirama and they're laughing their asses out. Why did you do this!" I shouted.

‘He responded!” Izuna turned the screen again.

"Is this the same hobo we know?" He asked. Of course, he knew it was Izuna that sent him the pictures. I would never. Izuna texted back: "I KNOW RIGHT!"

"Give me my phone back!" I demanded.

Oxoxoxo

I knocked and opened the door of the lab, seeing everyone looking at me. I turned my head to the blackboard seeing Nardo putting the chalk down. My heart started beating faster and this awkward silence took over.

“Overslept?” Sakura asked.

"I..Uhm..Was at the hospital." I said holding up the note Itachi wrote for me.

"Right.." Nardo wiped his hands off on his pants before reaching for the note. His hands awkwardly stopped halfway, he extracted his hand, then reached for the note again and grabbed it. "Uhm yeah…" He scratched his cheek, looking down at the sheet of paper. I wasn't sure if he was being dorky or… If he was being nervous. I bit down on my lip and stared at the sink.

"What is written here?" He turned the sheet of paper, but my eyes could not read from so far. I leaned in and grabbed the note. Reading Itachi's handwriting was a skill not many possessed.

“One brain for this sucker…” I read and I felt an imaginary brick fall on my head, hearing the class laugh behind me. Of course...Niisan...You piece of shit.

“I never said my brother was a good doctor.” I scratched my cheek.

"Wasn't he the chief of medicine?" Nardo asked.

"Look at you paying attention to what I say. He is a real tease," He put the note down and leaned in.

“Why did you have to go to the hospital.”

"Eh? No! No! I am as healthy as they come." I said putting my hands up in an innocent way.

"Physically...Mentally is questionable." I heard Sakura shout.

"Physically? I am concerned where all the food goes he eats." Neji commented and I turned my head and glared at Neji. Why the fuck was he paying attention to what I eat, though..It wasn't that weird hearing me say every minute of the day "I am hungry, let's go grab food from the KFC," though Sakura thought I was glaring at her.

"Come on, you go to a therapist so often the therapist gets his monthly living just from you," Sakura said.

“Sakura,” Naruto said and for a moment I thought he was going to tell her to shut up, “Don’t tell him. My dad will go out of business without him.” Everybody laughed again and I turned my head back at Nardo.

"I donate blood, every month," I said before turning to my spot next to Suigetsu.

“Noble.” He smiled kindly before continuing his explanation.  I turned to the blackboard and I couldn’t help having my eyes on his butt.

Time seemed to fly by when you are focused on something. He turned around and put the chalk down.

"Go on," he said. My eyes widened seeing the board filled with words, I looked at my notebook and well..The blank page was probably not going to help me a lot. Everybody else was already grabbing their supplies and getting started while I didn't even get what I was supposed to do.

"Did you pay attention?" Suigetsu asked.

"Give me a minute," I said as I grabbed the assignment sheet and skimmed it before reading it thoroughly.

“Were you sleeping? I thought you were always the eager one with making notes.” Suigetsu commented as he looked at my notebook.

"Forgot your colored pens?" Naruto walked behind me and chuckled slightly. I turned my head around and shook it. His comment was unnecessary. "It always looks like a unicorn took a dump on his notebook."

"Usuratonkachi, it is a scientifically proven fact that people memorize better when using colors!" I stood up and pushed my palm on the table just when Hinata walked by. Apparently, she got startled by the loud sound. She threw the Erlenmeyer and yelped, taking a step back as the liquid fell on my shirt and the bottle shattered on the ground.

“Fuck,” I took a step back, and this thick chemical smell was now hanging all around me.

“I-I am s-sorry!” I looked up and saw tears appear in her eyes. Either she was pretty fucking scared of me, or she didn’t like everyone’s attention on her right now.

“What was that?” Nardo asked and maybe it was the urgency of his voice or the fact that he was frowning.

"I-I don't k-know-" That was a silly response, surely she must have known what chemicals she has put in there. However, she probably was too nervous to think straight.

“Everybody out, now!” Nardo raised his voice to the class before grabbed me by my upper arm. I could see some tears escape Hinata’s eyes. I bet she taught professor Sunray was mad at her. Naruto quickly wrapped an arm around her and I could see her hug him tightly as he guided her out of the lab.

“I didn’t do anything!” I guess it was my natural instinct to claim my innocence, but can you blame me for always getting blamed for the tiniest stupid things.

I could see Hinata hiding her head in Naruto's chest as my sunflower tried to calm her down by stroking her hair. I never felt such hating feeling boil inside me before. I was the victim! Not her! The door closed and I suddenly realized the situation I was in. Nardo gave me a weird look, perhaps my comment appeared concerning to him. He pulled something and I yelped from the sudden cold water. Yet again my natural instincts were kicking in when I wanted to get out of this cold zone, but I got pulled back and I wanted to struggle to get out.

"Sasuke!" I looked up seeing Nardo look annoyed, "Didn't they teach you about the safety shower?!" I shook my head innocently. Honestly, we didn't really do experiments at school, I am not even sure if our small little school lab has a safety shower. "Strip." My eyes widened in shock and I wrapped my arms around me.

“How about some dinner first?” I raised my voice. The sound of the water sounded so loud. I saw him crack a smile. I took my shirt off where the chemicals were spilled.

"Everything." He said pulling his now wet sleeves up.

"Why is this happening to me!" I hissed as I kicked my shoes off and took my pants off, standing in my boxer shorts with my hands crossed in front of my chest. I was shaking from the cold. "My underwear too?"

“What do you prefer?” He raised an eyebrow.

"On...It is cold…" I said and looked around the lab. It was deserted. Nobody to be seen except Nardo. "How long..Do I have to stay under this thing?" I asked.

“Fifteen minutes.” Nardo leaned against the cupboard not far from me.

“How many minutes have passed?” This was getting uncomfortable.

“Three minutes.”

"I can't survive fifteen!" I shouted my hand clenching in a fist as I unwrapped my hands from my chest. I could suddenly see a small smirk on Nardo's face before he looked away. I looked down at my chest before I wrapped my arms around my torso again.

"Are you laughing about my nipples…" I bit my bottom lip before looking at the tiles under my feet, "This is so embarrassing."

“It is not like there is anything that I haven’t seen from the picture-” The words escaped his lips and I could see regret in his face right away.

"You..You...Saw...The picture…" suddenly it wasn't so cold in the shower anymore. My head felt like it was burning.

“It wasn’t my intention!” He put his hands up.

"I had sent you an email two minutes later asking you not to open the first one!" I looked up with desperation clearly shown in my eyes. "Why would you still open it!"

“Hey! Why would you have even sent it?”

“It wasn’t meant for you!” I protested.

"Really, because the email started with: Dear Mr. Sunray." It was as if he had practiced his excuse in his head.

"There is...There is a real big story going before that-" My nails dug into my skin. I was so embarrassed now. "I have nothing to explain to you! Besides! Why would you bother to open the first email when the second one clearly stated that you must delete it! You obviously read the second one before the first one. Why would you still open the first one!"

"Because!" He remained quiet. I guess he didn't expect he would have to defend himself like that. "I was checking my email the moment you sent it. So, when you sent the other, two minutes later, it was too late."

"What a coincidence. 24 hours a day, sixty minutes in an hour and checking your emails takes about ten minutes. What are the odds that within those ten minutes you checked your email when I emailed you."

"For somebody who can't draw lewis structures, you sure suddenly got your math straight." Nardo ran his hand through his hair. "Well, odds remain odds. The odds can be in my favor."

He suddenly remained quiet, "What wait..No..That sounded wrong. Aaaa!" He quickly walked away. I couldn't help but to chuckle. He was so adorable. He grabbed a few supplies and cleaned the broken glass from the ground before putting something on the ground, possibly to absorb the chemicals from the floor. I looked up and saw the water finally stop. I could only assume the fifteen minutes were over. A few drops of water fell down and I was reminded by the cold again. I was shaking and I had goosebumps all over my body.

"Here," I turned my head to look at Nardo who wrapped a big towel around my shoulders.

“Thanks.” He had his hands on my arms as he looked at my stomach where the liquid was spilled. “How do you feel?” He asked me.

"I don't think the chemicals did any damage to my skin. I could always go to my brother if something pops up." I used the towel to dry myself off. "Ugh..Soaked." I looked at my clothes that littered the floor. Was I supposed to wear my wet clothes again? I would turn to ice before I even got outside!

"Well, I wouldn't risk putting on the shirt, but I could put your pants on the heater." He said picking it up, wringing the water out.

“I never felt this clean in my life...” I used the towel to dry my hair.

"Ha, it is still standing up." I felt Nardo's hand go through the back of my hair, "cool." I held a lock of my hair between my thumb and index finger, examining it thoroughly. My hair was a disaster and I just don't understand: Starting from Itachi's straight hair all the way to Shisui's curly one, why I was stuck with the "duck butt". There was such variety in genes and I was stuck with the weird one.

"Something's up?" Nardo asked from next to the heater. I assumed it was a pun because my hair was always standing up in the back.

"I feel so exposed," I said as I wrapped the towel around me.

"Would you want my shirt? Would that make you feel more comfortable?" I wasn't sure if he meant it as some sort of joke, but I eagerly nodded my head. He loosened the orange tie and unbuttoned his shirt before handing it to me. I couldn't look away from his torso, I had to admit….He looked like prince charming. I had to rip my eyes off him to not be so notable, but I was sure from that point my bang crush went from ‘an attempt' to ‘a must'. I put the shirt on. It smelled a little sweaty, but I didn't mind that. In fact, I quite enjoyed it. I let my fingers go stroke the tie.

“You like orange?” I asked.

"Yes, yes I do." He seems a bit distracted as he kicked this big yellow bin towards those sacks that absorbed whatever liquid Hinata spilled. He put them in the yellow bin. "A friend of mine always buys me orange tie for my birthday."

“Sweet of him.”

"Actually, it's his way of telling me to fuck off." Nardo scratched his cheek before kicking the bin in the corner. "So, Sasuke. That is quite an old fashioned name. How did your parents come up with it?"

“Well...My parents didn’t. Have you ever heard of the book: “The adventures of samurai Sarutobi?” I asked, “Yeah, samurai Sarutobi’s name is Sasuke.”

“That is a book that was already considered old when I was a kid.” Nardo grabbed his lab coat from his chair.

“My brother is weird, but it was either Sasuke or Hime and believe me I think this was one of the few right choices of my parents.” I laughed.

“Hime?” he questioned.

"Yes because the doctors couldn't see what gender I was and my parents assumed I was a girl. So, they decided to call me Hime."

“And then you were born and you ended up being a boy. Ironic.”

"Yeah, and then they were left with yet another boy. Sixth try." I said.

"So, actually your name would have been Hime if it wasn't for the weird brother. You owe him."

"I already give him my blood, what more could he want. A kidney, one-eighth of my liver? Bonemarrow? A lung?" I rolled my eyes.

“Sperm?” Nardo gave me a questionable look.

“You may have that.” I didn’t mean for my words to be said out loud and yet...I did. He laughed and I was relieved he took it as a joke.

A knock was heard from behind the door. Nardo and I shared a look before he walked towards it and opened it.

"Hey, is everything alright?" Naruto asked as he entered the lab and gave me the most arrogant look I had yet to see him give. "These lab coats must be hanging here for decoration purposes, dattebayo!"

I returned the arrogant look, but the difference between his and mine was that I was more advanced in it and overpowered his.

"Is Hinata alright?" I asked, crossing my legs, causing this shirt to move slightly more up, revealing more leg. Hey, I was allowed to show my shaved legs off! I saw Naruto turn his head away, rolling his eyes.

"She is fine, she feels very guilty, but it seems you are just fine." He leaned his hand on his hip.

"I am. So you can do what you are good at." I leaned in, "fuck off."

“What is your problem, dattebayo!” Naruto snapped.

"Jeez, I don't know, why don't you make a video and send it to my siblings!" I raised my voice. I saw Naruto narrow his eyes, probably cursing Itachi for leaking the "source".

"I sent it by...accident?" Naruto gave it a shot.

"Oh, just like Sasuke send me that pic-"

"Naaaaahhh professor! I think there is actually a dryer. Perhaps you can put my pants there?"

“Hey! Good thinking!” Nardo said as he grabbed my pants from the heater and walked out of the lab.

"You sent an ecchi picture, to the professor!" Naruto frowned, "What is wrong with you!" Wow...I never saw his idiotic brain work so fast in figuring something out.

"Apparently a lot! If you haven't noticed, I am constantly in sessions with your father! Besides, why would it even concern you what I do? Perhaps I have sent him a rather erotic picture, what is it to you!? If I remember clearly it is my body and I can do whatever I want with it."

"Yes! But!....But…" He remained quiet and lowered his eyes, "I don't think this is what your parents had in mind when they created you." He scratched his cheek.

"Really?" I got off the table I was sitting on, "You are playing that card with me?" I grabbed him by his collar. For a moment I wanted to snap. Tell him how hard it was to grow up like I did. Forgotten, not cared about, hated. I was just a fighting machine and a punching bag at the same time, but my throat numbed. It is just the way how I was...Not able to express my feelings and just turn everything to anger. "Don't talk like you knew them. You know nothing about how fucked up life can be. How could you? You have a perfect understanding father and amazing mother that both love you so much even if you end up as a failure." I pushed him. "So, don't give me that crap!" I hissed.

“I am sorry...That was a low blow.” Naruto rubbed his neck, “but I just care about you, Sasuke. I am your friend.”

"And that is all you are. You can go back to Hinata and just tell her that everything is alright and she has nothing to worry about."

“What is that supposed to mean?” He frowned and suddenly he was back at being his dumb self.

"Get the fuck out. That is what I mean." I tilted myself on the desk. "If you haven't noticed, I am half naked and wet and frankly I am not enjoying it nor am I feeling comfortable at this very moment."

"I should have known that bitch attitude was an Uchiha thing." he shook his head, "You are telling me you feel perfectly comfortable around Sunray but not me? Hell to the no! That is such bullshit, dattebayo!"

“Yeah, I think I am who decides that.”

“You know what, bastard. I hope you get what you want. I really hope you achieve boning that guy. “

“Thank you?” What was I supposed to say…

"And then when he leaves and you lose your virginity to a married man. You will feel like scum-"

“And that is the key to your satisfaction?”

“No… I will still be here...I won’t even rub it in your face.” He said.

“I am...Losing the point of your dramatic speech.”

"Deep inside you will always know. I was right. And fuck, will you live full of regrets."

“So you are going to back off and let me bone him?”

"I warned you." he walked towards the door looking back to meet my eyes one more time.

"I think it is a mistake worth making," I said. I could see him turn his head, his eyes looking at the ground as he left the lab.

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• A great day for me is not getting out of bed. I like to see how many snacks I can eat..and how many really bad TV shows I can watch – Gwen Stefani • A TV show is constant work, which is the great thing about it. – Seth Rogen • An actor gives voice to the many multitudes that we all contain. That’s why we love the movies, why we love TV shows: we watch different people portray an aspect of ourselves, maybe even one we don’t like. – Kristen Stewart • And I don’t think that success can be measured by how many TV shows you’re on. – Clay Aiken • And so as a director, as a leader, and myself as a director and a leader, I kind of try to make sure that we hold onto the vision and kind of corral it, but by the time you finish whatever the project is, a TV show, a series, a movie, a stage show, it should be a product of what all those people can do, and therefore, it can never be what you imagined it would be in the beginning. – Brian Henson • And the consumer doesn’t care. They don’t watch networks, they watch TV shows. – Dick Wolf • As an actor, you very rarely have the experience of picking up a script and getting a few pages into it and realizing that what you’re holding in your hands is not just a role on a TV show, but it’s one of those special parts that comes along, once or twice in a career. If you’re lucky, you get an opportunity to do something really memorable and to be part of one of those rare shows that passes into that special category. – Holt McCallany • At the end of the day, the TV show is the best job in the world. I get to go anywhere I want, eat and drink whatever I want. As long as I just babble at the camera, other people will pay for it. It’s a gift. – Anthony Bourdain

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It’s overwhelming how much it was needed, that I didn’t know that’s what was needed. – Brian Michael Bendis • But long story short, I didn’t start doing stand-up because I wanted to have a TV show or be an actor or even wanted to write sketch comedy. I got into stand-up because I love stand-up. – Demetri Martin • Cancer is so much bigger than a TV show. – Laura Linney • Critics say it’s illegal for Donald Trump to run for president while hosting a TV show. It’s also illegal to run for president if your hair wasn’t born in this country. – Conan O’Brien • Doing films as an actor, you spend maybe 40 percent of the year doing your chosen profession. If you are on a successful TV show, you spend 80 percent of your year doing the thing you love. – Christina Ricci • Dont take Portlandia too personally – Its just a stupid TV show – Greg Graffin • Especially for people who are unknown, it’s easier to get a TV show because you don’t have to put a certain amount of people in movie theaters for a box office weekend. It’s really difficult to get a great lead role in some big film, if nobody knows you. – Eve Hewson • Especially with the video games and social media we have now, I think that turning point from kid to sort of adult has gotten earlier with TV shows that are on right now and video games. They all contribute to that. – Gage Munroe • Even if you go out there and try to make the most vanilla, non-offensive TV show possible, people are going to criticize you for doing that. It’s just part of the game. You can’t let it get to you. – Thomas Sadoski • Even when people are rich and successful on TV shows, there’s always some trouble – you have to poke holes in them, throw them out of a job, put a pie in the face. – Drew Carey • Every single job I do. It sounds goofy but I did a music video for Fergie. I was in full on tattoos, ponytail, but it’s like even things like that they help other people to see you in a different light. They give me opportunities. I try and change the image with every job that I can, it’s just hard when you work on a TV show and you work so many months and trying to get away from that. – Milo Ventimiglia • Every TV show I’ve ever made, every game I’ve ever built, and every book I’ve ever published has had the common thread of building the biggest, brightest spotlight imaginable and then flipping it around to shine on you. – Elan Lee • Everyone has days where they don’t get their way, where you have to go to bed early or you have too much homework to do or you can’t eat the candy that you want or you miss your favorite TV show and, in those moments, you just want to tear the whole world down. – Alex Hirsch • Film and television are very different. On the TV show, we do seven or eight scenes a day, so time and money are of the essence, and we have zero room for creativity because you’ve got to do each scene in only five takes. Whereas, on a film, you have an entire day to film one scene, so you have so much time to choose how you want to fill in a scene. – Shailene Woodley • Going out hanging out with the troops, and you know it’s kind of all summed up in the TV show, I don’t what else I can say about it. It’s a great thing to do, something I’m definitely proud of. – Kid Rock • Good comics stick around. There are people who have TV shows that might be successful, but comics can’t really fake it. If you say, ‘Hey, I love what you guys are doing – you’re funny,’ then you’re in. It’s legit. – Wanda Sykes • Government and politics isn’t like a reality TV show. It’s not about voting the bad guys out of the house. You know, it’s about what do we need to take our country or our state or our city forward? And people, frankly, would be well advised to really get back into understanding politics. – Campbell Newman • Growing up, I remember my parents feeling a little wary of ‘The Simpsons.’ This was the late eighties, and there was a wave of articles about TV shows that were bad for America. Then we all started watching it and loved it. – Mindy Kaling • Hailey [as a character] was born when I left the courtroom and moved to New York for Cochran and Grace, my TV show with Johnnie Cochran. I moved with two boxes of clothes, a curling iron, and $300; I didn’t know a soul in the city, so I would come home at night and I’d be all alone and just write. I missed the courtroom and [what led me to the courtroom] so much I wrote about it. After my fiancé Keith’s murder, I had never thought I would have children – I thought that it was not God’s plan for me to have a family. – Nancy Grace • Here’s my proposal, which is based on the TV show Survivor: We put the entire Congress on an island. All the food on this island is locked inside a vault, which can be opened only by an ordinary American taxpayer named Bob. Every day, the congresspersons are given a section of the Tax Code, which they must rewrite so that Bob can understand it. If he can, he lets them eat that day; if he can’t, he doesn’t. – Dave Barry • Honestly, after doing a TV show for eight years and a cartoon for more than a decade, you are, financially speaking, in a very lucky position where you don’t have to work for the sake of working. And I decided to take advantage of that. – Mila Kunis • Hosting a TV show is a full-time job in which success is defined by it never ending. – John Hodgman • I acted in millions of TV shows. – Sebastian Bach • I always did TV commercials and made great money to put myself through school. That became guest starring roles on TV shows. – Malin Akerman • I always looked at magazines. Ever since I was little I was obsessed with Elle magazine and the models. I would watch the model TV shows, like the specials on Milla Jovovich. – Katherine Bernhardt • I always wish the hotels were like they are in movies and TV shows, where if you’re in Paris, right outside your window is the Eiffel Tower. In Egypt, the pyramids are right there. In the movies, every hotel has a monument right outside your window. My hotel rooms overlook the garbage dumpster in the back alley. – Gilbert Gottfried • I am a little suspicious of industry paradigms. I feel like so many movies and TV shows feel so familiar because of over-reliance on these paradigms. – Alan Ball • I believe I’m just getting started. The TV show is just the foundation…. If you’re open to the possibilities, your life gets grander, bigger, bolder! – Oprah Winfrey • I believe that, not only in chess, but in life in general, people place too much stock in ratings – they pay attention to which TV shows have the highest ratings, how many friends they have on Facebook, and it’s funny. The best shows often have low ratings and it is impossible to have thousands of real friends. – Boris Gelfand • I came down to Orange because I sold the Smothers Brothers a song called ‘Chocolate,’ and that gave me enough money to move down here. I was washing windows down in Orange County when they called me up and said they wanted me to do their TV show. – Pat Paulsen • I came into the ‘Comedy Bang! Bang!’ TV show with a level of confidence that I don’t think I would’ve had if I hadn’t been doing the podcast for three years already. I certainly had to figure out in those three years the sense of humor I wanted to do and the way to talk to celebrities without being incredibly intimidated by them. – Scott Aukerman • I can’t do anything I want to. I mean, I can’t have my own TV show. I can’t have my own movie. But within my little world, nobody tells me what to put on the albums. – Lou Reed • I definitely want to start my own production company at some point. I’m actually teaming up with Funny or Die to put together a TV show right now, that I can’t really talk about because it’s still in the very preliminary stages, but if it pans out this will be the first project under my production company, which I have yet to name. – Dave Franco • I did a lot of terrible TV shows and was really terrible in them, and I’ve done terrible films I was terrible in, but nobody really noticed. – George Clooney • I did this TV show, which was my first job ever. It wasn’t a real acting part. It was like this promo for this sitcom and the main actress was meeting three different real people and then she was going to decide who was going to be on the episode. – Sean William Scott • I do a TV show about a priest in London, and he is also slightly beleaguered and is subject to fate and misfortune and daily difficulty. – Tom Hollander • I do think a lot of sexual violence stems from experiences in childhood or at puberty. Some people become sadistic after suffering early abuse at the hands of parents, relatives or friends. But for others, the seed is planted in the formative years by the conflation of images of violence with those of sexual arousal. Magazines, TV shows and, especially, slasher movies are masters at doing this. – Park Dietz • I do think that people get really emotionally involved in the TV shows that they love and I think that is fantastic. Of course they are going to have opinions. The other thing is that people project onto their television shows. They see a character and layer on many traits that are actually their own or their idea of what that character is. – Lisa Edelstein • I don’t care if I never do another TV show in my life. – Bobby Darin • I don’t really like to arrange shows by best performances. That’s why Emmy season is kind of a chore for me. Unlike movies, where it’s easier to decide who was the best performance, a TV show goes up and down, including characters/portrayals. – Hank Stuever • I don’t want my dad to say, ‘My daughter is an actress on a TV show.’ I want him to say, ‘My daughter cares about people.’ I would love to know that I’m a role model in Hollywood. – AnnaLynne McCord • I don’t want to be a TV star for the sake of being on TV. I want to have a TV show that’s based around my comedy. – Jim Gaffigan • I download TV shows more and more, especially from the US. – Julian Ovenden • I find America falling in love with a TV show flattering and interesting, but at the same time a little sad. – David Schwimmer • I find the film world very romantic. I want to try to be in more movies. When you’re on a TV show and you do the same thing for years and years, it can get a little bit boring. – Jane Levy • I found myself in Zurich Airport. I’d done a TV show, oddly enough, with Mavis Staples. That’s the way they do it in Switzerland. And I’d had a bit of a late night with members of her band. And I was – my flight was delayed. And I was sitting in the airport, and I just came up with the idea. And by the time, we landed at Heathrow, I’d pretty much sort of got it. – Nick Lowe • I get bored easily, so I need to do a lot. I’ve started a record label, so I get to nurture new talent and talk about music, which is a passion of mine. I’ve written another book. And I get to come to work and do the TV show, which is always really fun. – Ellen DeGeneres • I got on the TV show at 40 and that is something very rare. So, I know that God gave me that role (on) One Life to Live – the role of Carlotta, the role of a mom. – Patricia Mauceri • I had a TV show called ‘The Apprentice’ and it’s one of the most successful reality shows in the history of television. And now I’m doing something else. – Donald Trump • I had started acting when I was 7, and I was always wrong. I would always get to the very end [of the audition], but I wasn’t a perfect package of one thing. I wasn’t a cliche, and it always worked against me. I wasn’t pretty enough to play the popular girl, I wasn’t mousy enough to be the mousy girl. Then there was a TV show that Toni Collette was starring in. And when a role to play a girl who was struggling with identity came, I thought: “Oh, this is what I was supposed to do. Everything’s leading up to this moment.” I was 18. I was like, “This is it.” I didn’t get it. And I was devastated. – Brie Larson • I had told my agents that I never wanted to do an hour-long TV show. I said, “I’m not that stupid.” Because it’s the worst lifestyle in Hollywood. – Geena Davis • I hate remakes of TV shows – I didn’t like the new Charlie’s Angels at all – and I just don’t see the point of going back and doing the same thing over again. Baywatch was fun and successful, probably because we didn’t know what the heck we were doing. – Pamela Anderson • I hate those TV shows where characters talk about one thing, such as their patient on the operation table (let’s say they’re a doctor), then you realize they’re actually talking about actually talking about themselves. The patient’s open-heart surgery is nothing compared to their own messed-up heart or whatever. It’s selfish. And means they’re not concentrating, which is medical negligence. – Jaclyn Moriarty • I have a hit TV show. – Kim Kardashian • I have no plans to get an iPad. I know it will do more things than my Kindle, but I don’t want more things. If I want other stuff – movies, TV shows, weather forecasts, the forthcoming Josh Ritter album – I have my Mac. – Stephen King • I have not watched the TV show. I do not generally watch TV sci-fi drama shows. They make me itch. – Charles Stross • I have to be careful of what TV shows I choose, particularly ones that have commercials in them, because it’s going to be a different kind of television show. – John Hawkes • I just remember the early days of Tenacious D. There was no talk or thought about doing a TV show or a movie. – Jack Black • I just watch a lot of different films and different TV shows. Really for me, it’s just looking at how people react to different shows in different genres. For me, it’s more a study of people than a study of acting. – Sterling Beaumon • I keep it real normal, like I don’t try to act like a celebrity, or say that just because I’m on a TV show I can do other types of TV. I take it very seriously and I respect the art of acting. – Vinny Guadagnino • I know artists that have tried for a long time in the Christian industry and then they were on a TV show and all of the sudden the doors swing wide open. Christians want to connect with things that are mainstream.- Anthony Evans • I like doing both comedy and drama. I’m not really feeling more drawn to one over the other. I also like dramedies. I like movies and TV shows that are mixtures of the two. – Jane Levy • I like to know why a video has suddenly gone viral, why a song has broken, why a TV show is suddenly rating out of pattern… I’m pretty good at understanding why things are becoming popular. – Simon Cowell • I like working on the house, small carpentry stuff. I also like working on the van. That’s about as quiet as my mind gets, I think. I always loved working on the How’s Your News? TV show and at Camp Jabberwocky too. – Chad Urmston • I love Godzilla, but my favorite was on this TV Show, Johnny Sokko and His Flying Robot. I used to love the idea of having a giant robot under my control. That was like a dream come true for a kid. – Ice Cube • I love going to work, doing acting. I love when I’m done with a movie or a TV show. I love hitting the road or being in the studio or going on tour. That’s what I get off on. I don’t need to have my business in the press and all that stuff. I’m pretty low key. It’s all about the work for me. – Bryan Greenberg • I love hanging out with friends and family, going to the beach or just being a couch potato and binge watching TV shows or watching a good movie. – Yvette Gonzalez-Nacer • I love ‘Homeland.’ I think it’s such a well-done, well-acted TV show. – Victoria Justice • I love TV. I love being behind the scenes on a TV show but there’s something about, I don’t know there’s something very special when you’ve signed an artist and that first record comes in and it’s a good record. It is an indescribable feeling. – Simon Cowell • I owe my whole acting career to the fact that I’m a singer. I went out to Los Angeles and auditioned for a TV show called ‘Fame L.A.’ The original role was for a comedian, but they said I wasn’t very funny, so they asked me, ‘What else can you do?’ So I played a singer. – Christian Kane • I played some shows, but I’m disappointed it didn’t do better. I wish all my shows sold out, I wish I had sold more copies, I wish that a song was picked up to be in a TV show – whatever these little benchmarks are. You always want something more. – Eleanor Friedberger • I practice yoga at home to a TV show called ‘Inhale,’ taught by Steve Ross. I figured that if the people on the show could stretch that deep then I could too. I ended up pulling my hip flexor. But that’s how I met my husband. Paul was the physical therapist my coach called to meet with me after hours. – Danica Patrick • I push to be in good films and good TV shows. I don’t really pick and choose. I pick and choose what I will read for, and I’ve gotten to the point where I’m being offered stuff. – Darren Shahlavi • I rarely watch TV, and in the past two years, I’ve done three TV shows. It’s quite interesting. – Oliver Jackson-Cohen • I really like ‘Batman.’ Not the TV show, but the dark ‘Batman.’ – Denis Leary • I remember my first show was a live TV show in Ireland, and I was just petrified. It was horrific. – Caroline Corr • I sort of knew very early on that I wanted to be a writer. Even in high school, I was a big movie buff, very much into TV shows, and would critique them. – Lena Waithe • I spent my entire first pay cheque from Cracker, a TV show on ABC, on an Audi because my other car broke down and I needed to get to work. – Josh Hartnett • I started out dancing on a reality TV show, but always with the intention of making my way over to film. I transitioned into the film world by doing certain things that my fans had been used to seeing me do. My dancing and singing gave me the confidence to act. – Julianne Hough • I started using the Internet in 1999. That was pretty late. But as soon as I did I just stopped watching TV. The idea of sitting down and waiting for a TV show at a certain time, I couldn’t do this anymore. The Internet is a better form of entertainment to me. – Tom Anderson • I think comedians should focus on what makes them happy, what art form fulfills them the most. Don’t be calculated about it and say, ‘Okay, I’m gonna tweet, and I’m gonna podcast, and I’m gonna do standup, and one of those things is going to lead me to my own TV show.’ I don’t think that should be the goal. – Scott Aukerman • I think my biggest problem was, as a celebrity on a TV show, you get an inflated ego and you think you’re the center of the universe. – Kirk Cameron • I think that it’s just extremely rare to see any kind of TV show that’s completely written by one person, regardless of what any showrunner will tell you. – Judy Greer • I think TV shows have usurped films! – Edie Campbell • I want to do more comedy… I’ve done a couple TV shows that had some comedy going on. – Sunny Mabrey • I wanted people to see that I really am a real person. I’m not just some guy who was on a TV show, some guy engulfed in the Hollywood life. I’m just a normal guy when it comes down to it. – Scotty McCreery • I wanted to end it now, like a bad TV show turned off in the middle. – Tawni O’Dell • I was able to make the jump to theaters without having a TV show. My passion for getting a TV show just plummeted. It was like I had already achieved what I wanted to achieve. – Jim Gaffigan • I was on some TV shows with Lady Gaga the other week, and you could see the difference in reaction between her fans and my fans outside. She comes out, and she looks like a star, and the reaction is just tears, crying, people going, ‘Oh my God, Oh my God.’ My fans are like: ‘Alright, Ed.’ – Ed Sheeran • I was once asked if I had any ideas for a really scary reality TV show. I have one reality show that would really make your hair stand on end: “C-Students from Yale”. – Kurt Vonnegut • I’d always wanted to do a film than TV show because film is always where my heart has been. I like diving into the character for a few months, and then leaving it behind. I love the idea of that. – Shailene Woodley • I’d love to be on a TV series someday, but I believe you get the jobs that you’re meant to get. If the job that I’m meant to get is another musical or another play or film or TV show, I’m just happy to keep working. – Stark Sands • If by that you mean that I dislike celebrity magazines, prefer food to anorexia, refuse to watch TV shows about models, and hate the color pink, then yes. I am proud to be not really a girl. – John Green • If I did a TV show, it would have to be in North London because I’m a bit of a homebody, and my work takes me away from home enough. But yeah absolutely. Television has never been more exciting than it is now. – Simon Pegg • If I only did TV show, I’d probably not be the happiest girl. I love the show, but I’m an actor and I want to work on different things. TV lasts for so much of the year that you’re just aching to play a different part. And I love movies so much that I want to be a part of as many as I can. – Jane Levy • If you get on a TV show that’s successful, odds are that you’re playing the same character for as many years as the show is running, which can be its own blessing, but it can also be a curse because you’re playing the same thing and that can be tiresome. – Sarah Paulson • If you’re going to do a guest spot on television, they need bodies on those procedural TV shows. You’ve got to keep working, and that’s where a lot of the work is. – William Mapother • If you’re in a popular TV show, you can attract attention, and I like to help focus that on stories that deserve to be told – which is what politicians do. But I would lose my autonomy, and to get things done I would have to compromise and get into the weeds of policy. I don’t know if I’m smart enough. – Tony Goldwyn • I’m a character-driven director, and I tend to fall in love with the characters in my movies and TV shows. – Doug Liman • I’m a guy here to play football. I’m not here for photos or newspapers or TV shows or trophies or awards. I’m not into all that. – Randy Moss • I’m a huge fan of film primarily. But, you can get a great TV show and get attached to it. Making a great film is forever though; so I always want to be part of film. It’s my first love. – Aml Ameen • I’m actually really lazy. I tell myself, “Okay, you work six months out of the year and you have to get up at 4 a.m. …” I’ll relish the downtime by chilling on the couch and watching my favorite TV shows. – Liana Liberato • I’m always feeling like I don’t belong, no matter where I am. So I’m just searching for a family nonstop, and sometimes I find it in the mosh pit, sometimes I find it when I’m doing some French TV show with the president’s wife. – James Hetfield • I’m fortunate enough to act in a TV show that makes me a lot of money so I can pay for my own movies. I don’t have to wait for anybody and that’s more of what I like doing. But I still think that you don’t have to be connected in the industry to make your movie. You just have to write something that is meant to be made cheaply. – Mark Duplass • I’m in a play on Broadway, I have an animated TV show coming up, I have a few movies that just came out. – Neil Patrick Harris • I’m just saying stupid, funny things when I’m hanging out on the TV show. When I’m making music I’m in a completely different zone. – Chanel West Coast • I’m looking for a deal from one of you TV networks to give Snoop Dogg his own hood TV show where I can find America’s hottest hood artists. – Snoop Dogg • I’m not disciplined in terms of scheduling. I work best late at night, but I can’t do that when I’m on a TV show – our hours are roughly 10-6:30, so I have to go to sleep at a reasonable hour. So I’ll sometimes write fiction for an hour or two in the evenings, or several hours on the weekend afternoons – unless I’m actively writing a script for the show I’m working on, in which case there’s no time to write fiction at all. – Nick Antosca • I’m not going to watch two TV shows with vaginas in them unless somebody tells me why they’re different! – Ilana Glazer • I’m obsessed with voices in film. I have this memory of how people say words, even on the most intensely stupid reality TV show. – Jenny Hval • I’m proud of everything I achieved with ‘Idol,’ and away from ‘Idol’ also. It’s just such a different show now to what it was when I was on it. I didn’t even know it was a TV show until the third audition. – Kelly Clarkson • I’m really excited about my TV show. I wrote it with my best friend. – Pell James • I’m scared of watching a TV show about vampires. I can’t fall asleep. – Maurice Sendak • I’m so grateful to be living doing what I love. Whether it’s acting in Films or TV shows or writing and directing my own projects. – Kyle Cassie • I’m used to seeing it, but it’s weird having an Academy Award. You usually only see one of them on the TV show when they give them out, so it’s kind of surreal to have one in your house. – Steven Wright • I’m very grateful for work especially in film industry. It’s highly competitive and there are a lot of people standing behind me jumping at the opportunity to only do one thing, like one movie or one TV show or one episode. – Famke Janssen • In California, they don’t throw their garbage away – they make it into TV shows. – Woody Allen • In France, anyone can use your music on like a TV show or whatever – they don’t need to ask permission. It’s almost like a child when it has its own life. – Thomas Mars • In some ways, a novel isn’t as structurally rigorous as a screenplay or a TV show, which have finite real estate. In a novel, you can more deeply illuminate a character’s interior and get away with digressions. – Howard Gordon • In the middle of Beaches there’s a scene from the “Laverne & Shirley” TV show so they see some history of my work in each film. – Garry Marshall • It is tough, every time. The ensemble is great. I would always ask Andrew, “Is this how Hollywood is? Is this how every TV show and movie is?” And he was like, “No, dude. This is not. Do not get used to this. Be thankful that this is how your first gig is.” – Steven Yeun • It was actually the production group that ended up producing the show for us…Every musician, especially in the hip-hop community, you always make these show recaps or vlogs, and essentially what “Touring’s Boring” was is, we tried to make our vlogs interesting and almost more like a TV show. That’s how we got discovered by TV. – Mike Stud • It was feminism that made it possible for women to go to the Ivy League and women to be astronauts and women to have their own TV shows. What happened, though, was that the generation after feminism, which is my generation, misunderstood what feminism was saying. – Debora Spar • It was such a bigger picture [ Westworld] than what I thought it was. It’s more of a revolution than a TV show. – Evan Rachel Wood • It’s a lot of hard work to do a weekly TV show. It’s certainly not fun. – Michael Moore • It’s a TV show. Only the emotional damage is real. – Steven Moffat • It’s actually much harder to develop a TV show than I had anticipated. – Diablo Cody • It’s also one thing to see a celebrity or some kind of character on a TV show being gay. It’s a totally different thing when you know your husband… not your husband, but your brother or your friend or the dude you hung out in high school was gay. I mean, that is what changes people’s minds, what changes people’s minds. – Andrew Sullivan • It’s fun being on a TV show and not having to wear heels. – Trieste Kelly Dunn • It’s hard to find success and it’s hard to find hit movies or hit TV shows and to stay relevant. I think it’s a very difficult thing for actors, because a lot of us get lost, frankly. – Dylan McDermott • It’s impossible to overvalue the importance of television – both in its serious and less serious functions. It’s one of our most important ways of finding out the truth – and also of changing the world, and finding out what in the world needs changing. It’s also an immense bringer of joy – I learnt how to laugh through television, and now my children and I, every day of every week, share the joy and stupidity of TV shows – they actually make us HAPPY – Richard Curtis • It’s often the case with successful TV shows that they kind of inadvertently live on past their prime. It’s best to leave the audience wanting more. – Vince Gilligan • It’s weird how with a TV show, you don’t have just the one ending – you have the many. – Vince Gilligan • I’ve always been fascinated, obsessed even, with books and TV shows about unsolved murders, cold cases, forensic science, mysteries, and so on. Many times when I get inspiration for my work, it’s from something in one of these books or TV shows, or perhaps some newspaper article about a specific case. – Scott Heim • I’ve always got five or six things that would either make a good feature or TV show. And you just never know. You go and you pitch and it may be exactly what they’re looking for, or they may stop you after two sentences and say, “Oh, we’ve already done something just like that.” – John Sayles • I’ve been careful to keep my life separate because it’s important to me to have privacy and for my life not to be a marketing device for a movie or a TV show. I’m worth more than that. – Lisa Kudrow • I’ve had lots of things that didn’t work out, like TV shows. You learn a lot through mistakes – I learned that you have to be the captain of your ship. Actually, I own my ship. – Pamela Anderson • I’ve never been on a TV show for more than a season and you have to continually keep it interesting and you have to keep it connected, even as you change. – Ian Somerhalder • I’ve only done two other TV shows [instead of Sex&Drugs&Rock&Roll], one was Rescue Me and the other was a show called The Job, which was at ABC and only on for two seasons. – Denis Leary • I’ve seen [Donald Trump] appear in a film or a TV show cameo or the tabloids, and he’s a grotesquely distasteful human being and always has been, always made me want to take a shower. But other people fell in love with him as a reality star. So does that mean that the entertainment industry is doing something wrong? I think reality TV answered that question a long time ago: Yes, it’s doing something terribly wrong. But there’s some great reality TV, and I’m not bagging on it completely. – Joss Whedon • I’ve seen [Trump] appear in a film or a TV show cameo or the tabloids, and he’s a grotesquely distasteful human being and always has been, always made me want to take a shower. – Joss Whedon • Josh [Friedman] and I have been friends for years, and he said, “Hey, if you ever want to do a TV show, I can take it over and run it,” and I was like, “Yes!” He’s always been so busy that I never dared to ask that, but it just worked out, time wise, that this was the season where we could probably do it, so I jumped at it. So, even though I’m busy with other stuff, I’m excited to be writing this. – John August • Just concentrate on the performers. Make sure you get the performers, and that’s it. That’s all we need to do.” And I was thinking, “Well what if you do both? Of course the performance is important, the writing is really important. But what if you could have the perfect marriage of making it look really slick as well?” I think that’s kind of what I tried to develop as a style, and Spaced was the first TV show I did where all the elements came together. – Edgar Wright • Knowing the right questions is better than knowing all the right answers” Caleb from Pretty Little Liars (TV Show) – Sara Shepard • L.A. ispolluted. It’s overpopulated. But it is very much home. It was inevitable for me, the moving back. I was living in San Francisco, and Joan broke it off with me, and I needed a place to live. I’d been divorced. And I needed to write movies and TV shows to earn a living. Alimony. All that. So I figured what the hell, I’ll go back to L.A. – James Ellroy • Launching a new TV show is probably one of the most difficult things that a writer can do. – George Meyer • Like we were saying, the fact that the relationships on the show are love-based, and in the sense that I wasn’t aware of how special it was in contrast to a lot of the other TV shows that are on right now. It was our audience members that pointed out the love that you see in the show is special. – Steve Zissis • More American young people can tell you where an island that the ‘Survivor’ TV series came from is located than can identify Afghanistan or Iraq. Ironically a TV show seems more real or at least more meaningful interesting or relevant than reality. – John Fahey • Most people get their politics, obviously, from TV shows about senators or movies about them or… all the day-to-day press and the talk shows. – Judd Gregg • Most TV shows don’t reward you for paying attention. – Matt Groening • Movies, novels, TV shows – these are the water fountains of today. We thirst for stories which speak to us by representing us, but we go to the water fountains in the centre of town looking for that, and we’re turned away, sent to the ghetto. – Hal Duncan • My approach to ‘Star Trek’ was, ‘I know science fiction, and I know screen writing.’ That was very arrogant of me, but you really need to be a little bit arrogant to think that what you have to say is good enough to justify the expense of hundreds of thousands – now millions of dollars – to make an episode of the TV show. – David Gerrold • My boy, that was a TV show. I used a stunt double. I always use a stunt double. Except in love scenes. I insist on doing those myself. – William Shatner • My favorite TV show is probably ‘Glee.’ I’m a Gleek, like everyone – else!Victoria Justice • My tastes in all things lean towards the arty and boring. I like sports documentaries about Scrabble players, bands that play quiet, unassuming music, and TV shows that win awards. In that way, I am an elitist snob. And proud of it. – Michael Ian Black • My TV show had been cancelled; nothing else had gone anywhere; some alliances I had made petered out and nothing came of them and I was looking at a long, long year ahead of me in which there was no work on the horizon, the phone wasn’t ringing. I had two kids, one of them a brand-new baby, and I didn’t know if I would be able to keep my house. – Tom Hanks • My wife is like, You finally get your own TV show, you can have any kind of car you want and you get a darned truck. But my brother and I have the same kind of truck now. – Jeff Foxworthy • My wife says I’m much happier when I’m not a regular on a TV show. – Alan Dale • Nasty is the new normal in Florida. Politics here is very gutterlike. It’s like a very bad reality TV show that still gets very high ratings. – Dan Gelber • Nira Park, who is my longtime producer and friend – I’ve know her since we did Spaced, the TV show – she gave me this script the last day of filming The World’s End. She said, “Take a look at this. It’s filming in London next year, and you might like to look at Jack.” I trust Nira implicitly. – Simon Pegg • Nobody’s talking about movies the way they’re talking about their favorite TV shows. – Steven Soderbergh • Obviously, in this day and age, with the TV shows, there are some really interesting ones. I’m not that interested in going and doing a network show, but like everybody else, trying to find something good. – Scott Speedman • Ok so there’s no TV shows, no movies going on fine, but I love going on stage and performing stand up so my situation is a little better than someone who’s strictly just an actor or actress. – Wanda Sykes • On Michael Moore TV show, when he went to the home of the guy who invented the car alarm and set off all the car alarms on the block… pretty funny. – P. J. O’Rourke • One day it was that I wanted to go make a movie with my kid and then another day it was that I wanted to climb Mt. Kilimanjaro and another day it was that I wanted to sit in the studio and figure something out. All those things manifested themselves into what the TV show was. – Casey Neistat • Parodies of commercials are by no means new and have been popular going back to black-and-white TV shows of the ’50s. – Dan Aykroyd • People always ask about the transition from TV show to a movie, but it felt like just going to a different school. You don’t really notice the transition, when you’re in the moment. – Shailene Woodley • People are recognizing that I am an entrepreneur and do more than be on a reality TV show. -Kim Kardashian • People on both sides of any conflict believe they are right, whether it’s on a TV show or in the real world. – Mandy Patinkin • People say that you want to be varied in your career, and I’ve done so many things and am very appreciative. But, the one thing I’ve never done and wanted to do was to be a regular on a TV show, where you get 22 weeks of the year to develop and play a character. I’ve done arcs of five or eight episodes on shows, but I’d like to have a character that’s rich enough and deep enough to want to explore and live with for a few years. Playing the same character, but doing different scenes seems very exciting to me. – Jim Piddock • Phil Harris and Pat Boone were once paired as guests on an episode of Andy Williams’ TV show. During a rehearsal break, Harris suggested the three of them go out for a drink. When Boone declined, explaining he did not drink, Harris asked Williams, “Andy, can you imagine getting up in the morning knowing that’s the best you’re going to feel all day?” – Andy Williams • So I do have to work, you know, and I find as many movies and TV shows that I can, because otherwise I wouldn’t have an income. – Tippi Hedren • Some people may contend that there is no image more charming that a child holding a puppy or kitten. But for me that’s a distant second. When I see a child clutching a book… to his or her tiny bosom, I’m moved. Children can possess a book in a way they can never possess a video game, a TV show, or a Darth Vader doll. A book comes alive when they read it. They give it life themselves by understanding it. – Chris Van Allsburg • Some TV shows are like really good novels in that there are enough episodes that you start to have your own feelings about how the characters should act. When the scriptwriters go slightly wrong, when they make the character make a left turn that he or she wouldn’t do, you know enough about the characters to say, “No, that’s not what she would do there. That’s wrong.” You can actually argue with a TV show in a way that you can’t do as much with movie – you inhabit a TV show in the way you inhabit a novel. – Nicholson Baker • Something economically changed. It used to be that you needed 20 million people to watch a TV show for it to be a hit. Now, with just a few million people watching, you’re considered very successful, for a lot of these streaming services, or cable channels. Now, that allows people to do much more creatively ambitious work, because it’s not lowest common denominator. – Judd Apatow • Sometimes directors get hired into TV shows, and it’s so formulaic and they’re a slave to whatever everybody wants them to do. But everyone came in with their own style, and it blended together with the Helix style that was set, and at the same time, they’re bringing their own ideas and their own input. It was really fun working with all of them. – Kyra Zagorsky • Sometimes you see auteur TV shows and movies, and those are great. – Akiva Goldsman • Sony and Nickelodeon knew they wanted to create a TV show that was a platform for a band they would have for Sony. They knew what they wanted, and it took two years of auditions and screen tests and countless people coming in and out the door until they finally settled on the four of us. – James Maslow • Television is competitive now, and the great stories live on television right now. I’m finding that I’m enjoying television more than film, these days. That was my motivation to take a TV show. – Jaimie Alexander • Thanks to NBC News and thanks to the NBC primetime TV network, Donald Trump has been in living rooms for 11 years being who he is. The Donald Trump running for president is not an unknown quantity. The Donald Trump running for president is the Donald Trump everybody’s gotten to know, and quite a lot of people watch those Donald Trump TV shows, The Apprentice and whatever else on there. – Rush Limbaugh • The Baha’i celebrity, or the Belebrity, is a character actor with a big head playing an annoying creep on a TV show. – Rainn Wilson • The bigger budget films only shoot about a page or two a day, so there’s very specific amount of time spent on detail and getting each tidbit exactly how they want it. In a movie or TV show, you shoot eight or ten pages and you aren’t afforded as much time to do each scene. – Dan Payne • The consumer mentality – we like something, what other flavor does it come in? We like that TV show, does it come in a book form? Does it come in a capsule? How about a soup? – Paul Reiser • The headmistress was a very well-respected theater teacher. She taught me what stage left and stage right were, what a director was, and what all these things meant, which was something I had no concept of. She sent me off to drama school, at age 18, and I stayed there for three years. Before I knew it, I was working on a TV show. – Robert Kazinsky • The Netflix brand for TV shows is really all about binge viewing. The ability to get hooked and watch episode after episode. – Reed Hastings • The only thing worse than a crappy TV show which Paddy Chayevsky couldn’t have conceived in his worst nightmare is two megacorps fighting over who thought of the crappy show first. – Judd Apatow • The really great thing about having two TV shows going on at the same time is that I can go to one and say that I have to go and visit the other and then I can just go home and they don’t know. – Matt Groening • The scheduling thing is really weird with TV shows. Certain projects haven’t been able to work out because of the schedule, so some of it is out of your control. You don’t have very many opportunities. There isn’t much time, so you want to make sure you’re going to be doing something that you really feel good about or that you’re going to have a good creative experience doing. You’re taking up vacation time from your job, so you want it to be meaningful. – Ty Burrell • ‘The Simpsons’ from the very beginning was based on our memories of brash ’60s sitcoms – you had a main title theme that was bombastic and grabbed your attention – and when you look at TV shows of the 1970s and ’80s, things got very mild and toned down and… obsequious. – Matt Groening • The thing about working on a TV show is that it becomes, very quickly, all consuming. – Jonathan Nolan • The truth is that we have to, as American citizens, stop thinking that this life that we’re living, the things that we’re dealing with, is some reality TV show. This is real life, real children, real situations. – Stevie Wonder • The wonderful thing about a TV show is if you get picked up for another season, there’s no happily ever after. – Guy Branum • There are many films and TV shows I make where people find themselves in fantastical situations; as often as possible their reactions to it are very normal. – Joss Whedon • There were a lot of lessons of production to be learned. On the page, the biggest thing you learn on any TV show is how to write to your cast. You write the show at the beginning with certain voices in your head and you have a way that you think the characters will be, and then you have an actor go out there, and you start watching dailies and episodes. Then, you start realizing what they can do and what they can’t do, what they’re good at and what they’re not so good at, how they say things and what fits in their mouth, and you start tailoring the voice of the show to your cast. – Ronald D. Moore • There’s a huge demand for my entertainment, and I can’t meet the need. So I decided to try a TV show to reach as many of my fans as possible. – Tyler Perry • There’s two kinds of press that you get when you put out a TV show: The reviews, and the people that just decide what the reviews say. – Louis C. K. • This election ain’t no stinkin’ TV show. – Bradley Whitford • This is the contradiction we have in the media. We love vigilantes: Batman, Tarzan, Green Arrow – the comic books and the TV shows are filled with vigilantes. We love to promote it. Jesus Christ was a vigilante. We admire these people, but we don’t want to be associated with them. – Paul Watson • This whole thing about reality television to me is really indicative of America saying we’re not satisfied just watching television, we want to star in our own TV shows. We want you to discover us and put us in your own TV show, and we want television to be about us, finally. – Steven Spielberg • Those rosy memories we all share are actually memories from our favorite TV shows. We’ve confused our own childhoods with episodes of “Ozzie and Harriet,” “Father Knows Best,” and “The Brady Bunch.” In real life, Ozzie had a very visible mistress for years, Bud and Kitten on “Father Knows Best” grew up to become major druggies, and Mom on “The Brady Bunch” dated her fifteen-year-old fictional son. – Cynthia Heimel • To a certain degree, with a TV show, people are looking for a certain amount of familiarity. You don’t want to pull the rug out, but you also want to keep things fresh and keep changing it up. – Jonathan Nolan • To me, the greatest thing in the world is downloading TV shows on iTunes because there are no commercials, and yet if I were a working stiff, I could never afford to do this. But I don’t even think about money. – Stephen King • Trying to negotiate getting a couple of kids to watch the same TV show requires serious diplomacy. – Dee Dee Myers • TV and film are very different media with different requirements. In a TV show, you have actors and fellow writers and directors, who are interpreting your work. With a novel, you only have ink, words and your reader. – Howard Gordon • TV is such a success nowadays because it gives back in a way that features can’t. If you go to a film, you only get two hours of great storytellers and performers, and you pay top dollar for that. If you’re subscribing to premium channels and you’re getting all of these amazing TV shows, and you’re watching them as you want, where you want, when you want, on what you want, I think that is the “the golden era of TV” in what television shows are offering to audiences. We’re giving them a lot more. It’s quality. – Milo Ventimiglia • TV series, there’s a lot of everybody talking to you and giving you input for the first couple episodes, and then they’re on such a crazy schedule that you get another episode on a Monday, you have to have it done by Friday and it becomes very solitary work usually, TV shows. – Mark Mothersbaugh • Veep is the best and most realistic political TV show out there. – Christopher Michael Cillizza • Way back in 1979, as a guest on a local TV show in Arkansas, then Hillary Rodham was quizzed about not taking her husband’s last name when they got married and keeping her job as a lawyer while being first lady of the state. – Tamara Keith • We did ‘The Simpsons Movie,’ which took almost four years; it was the same people that do the TV show, and it just killed us. So that’s why there hasn’t been a second movie. But I imagine if the show ever does go off the air, they’ll start doing movies. – Matt Groening • We may not have a sample size larger than one, or we may not have unlimited resources – it’s a TV show, and we generally turn these things around in about a week or so. – Jamie Hyneman • We now have a generation of people who in many cases feel that if they become chefs, they’ll get a TV show. They have a signature haircut, a year into the business, or a branding arrangement with a shoe company. I don’t really relate to that. I guess this is the world we live in now. – Anthony Bourdain • What if it was cats who invented technology, would they have TV shows starring rubber sqeaky toys? – Douglas Coupland • What was bizarre, when I was younger, I never watched TV. I would rather watch a movie 100 times than to watch a TV show, just to find another nuance. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve watched ‘On the Waterfront’, just to find a flaw so that I can learn and try to improve my thing. – Vin Diesel • When I did TV shows and my other movies, I never try to do it for anybody. I just do what I think is good no matter what the genre is. – Will Gluck • When I first started writing for television in the seventies and eighties, the Internet didn’t exist, and we didn’t need to worry about foreign websites illegally distributing the latest TV shows and blockbuster movies online. – Al Franken • When I open many books, or most leading women’s magazines, or see almost all TV shows, I don’t find myself at all. I am completely anonymous. My value system is not there. – Bela Karolyi • When I planned my wedding the first time, my ex-husband and I, we were both struggling comics. I had a TV show that had gotten cancelled. Basically, I rented a wedding gown; the reception hall smelled like feet. – Sherri Shepherd • When I’m writing a theme song for a TV show I always think, “What would be Pavlovian where a kid would be in the kitchen, or an adult would be in the kitchen, and they hear the theme song come on and it would draw them back to the other room so that they would watch the show?” – Mark Mothersbaugh • When my TV show, ‘Sports Jobs with Junior Seau,’ assigned me to be a ‘Sports Illustrated’ reporter for a weekend, I didn’t realize I’d have to squeeze it in around another sports job. I had planned to retire from the NFL to enjoy the cushy lifestyle of a full-time reality TV star, but I wound up getting run over by a bull. – Junior Seau • When you do a TV show, the cumulative intimacy you develop with the audience through your characters is pretty profound. It may be the most profound storytelling there is, because the character gets to live and roll around in the audience’s mind week after week. – Howard Gordon • When you do a TV show, there’s always the fear that it will become tired and you’ll know exactly what’s going to happen.- Mads Mikkelsen • When you say, ‘I spent my summers at the Jersey Shore,’ people always say, ‘Oh, really?’ They think of the TV show. So I just say, ‘A cute little harbor town in New Jersey.’ – Taylor Swift • When you take on a TV show, you give trust to people that you really just met. – Katee Sackhoff • When you’re a regular on a TV show, they give you more of a backstory, so with these recurring gigs, you have to make up your own backstory. – Alan Dale • When you’re recording a TV show, you really feel like you’re in a bubble. – Judy Greer • When you’re writing for a TV show, what’s great is that you always know what actor you’re writing to. – Michael Brandt • Whether it’s being a leading man, making TV shows, being with my family, I’ve learned a lot. – Ashton Kutcher • Whoever calls and asks me to do stuff and obviously, with having your own TV show, people want you to get involved. They know you’re a stand-up comedian so they’re always looking for somebody funny to host an event. – Chelsea Handler • Writing for television is a great job. And it’s a job. Most people watch TV and have a comment about one or two moments of an episode – whether they love it or hate it or something in between. To come up with every moment of an entire season of a TV shows is heavy lifting. – Steven C. Harper • Writing pilots is such a specific thing. It’s not even really writing TV shows. A pilot is its own beast. – June Diane Raphael • You [Bill Maher] seem to have done alright with your TV show… I mean, I don’t get a sense… to the extent that they’re boycotting you, it’s because of your other wacky views rather than your particular views on religion. – Barack Obama • You and your scars. Please! You don’t kill youself like this!” I gesture, holding a wrist turned up to the ceiling, then pretending to cut across it with my other hand. “That’s just a cry for help. That’s just attention. Everbody knows that. Cutting across just gets you to the hospital. That’s just from movies and TV shows and stuff like that. You didn’t really try to kill yourself. you just wanted attention, but you screwed up. Try harder next time. – Barry Lyga • You can say “ass,” but you can’t say “asshole.” That’s why I always cringe when a character in a TV show refers to someone as an “ass.” Unless you’re British, calling someone an ass really doesn’t work. But those are the rules of television. You can be a dirtbag, but not a scumbag. – Gilbert Gottfried • You come to America, and, if you do a big TV show, then you can be overexposed, or old, before you’re new. – Chris Hemsworth • You get a kind of familiarity on a set when you’re on a TV show. – Alia Shawkat • You know, a TV show is a slow build. – Ray Romano • You want to put out a TV show? If you have the money to do it on your own, by yourself, and you have a TV network, you can do it by yourself. But the nature of the beast is, art needs finance. That’s how this industry works. So until the Internet becomes our source of entertainment – and watch it, I believe it will – this is how things go. – Nathan Fillion • You were doing a TV show – you don’t realise that you’re also making social commentary at the same time. – Amber Benson • You’ve got to do something to fill up your day. And I can only play so much guitar and watch so many TV shows. It fulfills me. There are two things about it I like: It makes me happy, and it makes other people happy. – Stephen King [clickbank-storefront-bestselling]

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• A great day for me is not getting out of bed. I like to see how many snacks I can eat..and how many really bad TV shows I can watch – Gwen Stefani • A TV show is constant work, which is the great thing about it. – Seth Rogen • An actor gives voice to the many multitudes that we all contain. That’s why we love the movies, why we love TV shows: we watch different people portray an aspect of ourselves, maybe even one we don’t like. – Kristen Stewart • And I don’t think that success can be measured by how many TV shows you’re on. – Clay Aiken • And so as a director, as a leader, and myself as a director and a leader, I kind of try to make sure that we hold onto the vision and kind of corral it, but by the time you finish whatever the project is, a TV show, a series, a movie, a stage show, it should be a product of what all those people can do, and therefore, it can never be what you imagined it would be in the beginning. – Brian Henson • And the consumer doesn’t care. They don’t watch networks, they watch TV shows. – Dick Wolf • As an actor, you very rarely have the experience of picking up a script and getting a few pages into it and realizing that what you’re holding in your hands is not just a role on a TV show, but it’s one of those special parts that comes along, once or twice in a career. If you’re lucky, you get an opportunity to do something really memorable and to be part of one of those rare shows that passes into that special category. – Holt McCallany • At the end of the day, the TV show is the best job in the world. I get to go anywhere I want, eat and drink whatever I want. As long as I just babble at the camera, other people will pay for it. It’s a gift. – Anthony Bourdain

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It’s overwhelming how much it was needed, that I didn’t know that’s what was needed. – Brian Michael Bendis • But long story short, I didn’t start doing stand-up because I wanted to have a TV show or be an actor or even wanted to write sketch comedy. I got into stand-up because I love stand-up. – Demetri Martin • Cancer is so much bigger than a TV show. – Laura Linney • Critics say it’s illegal for Donald Trump to run for president while hosting a TV show. It’s also illegal to run for president if your hair wasn’t born in this country. – Conan O’Brien • Doing films as an actor, you spend maybe 40 percent of the year doing your chosen profession. If you are on a successful TV show, you spend 80 percent of your year doing the thing you love. – Christina Ricci • Dont take Portlandia too personally – Its just a stupid TV show – Greg Graffin • Especially for people who are unknown, it’s easier to get a TV show because you don’t have to put a certain amount of people in movie theaters for a box office weekend. It’s really difficult to get a great lead role in some big film, if nobody knows you. – Eve Hewson • Especially with the video games and social media we have now, I think that turning point from kid to sort of adult has gotten earlier with TV shows that are on right now and video games. They all contribute to that. – Gage Munroe • Even if you go out there and try to make the most vanilla, non-offensive TV show possible, people are going to criticize you for doing that. It’s just part of the game. You can’t let it get to you. – Thomas Sadoski • Even when people are rich and successful on TV shows, there’s always some trouble – you have to poke holes in them, throw them out of a job, put a pie in the face. – Drew Carey • Every single job I do. It sounds goofy but I did a music video for Fergie. I was in full on tattoos, ponytail, but it’s like even things like that they help other people to see you in a different light. They give me opportunities. I try and change the image with every job that I can, it’s just hard when you work on a TV show and you work so many months and trying to get away from that. – Milo Ventimiglia • Every TV show I’ve ever made, every game I’ve ever built, and every book I’ve ever published has had the common thread of building the biggest, brightest spotlight imaginable and then flipping it around to shine on you. – Elan Lee • Everyone has days where they don’t get their way, where you have to go to bed early or you have too much homework to do or you can’t eat the candy that you want or you miss your favorite TV show and, in those moments, you just want to tear the whole world down. – Alex Hirsch • Film and television are very different. On the TV show, we do seven or eight scenes a day, so time and money are of the essence, and we have zero room for creativity because you’ve got to do each scene in only five takes. Whereas, on a film, you have an entire day to film one scene, so you have so much time to choose how you want to fill in a scene. – Shailene Woodley • Going out hanging out with the troops, and you know it’s kind of all summed up in the TV show, I don’t what else I can say about it. It’s a great thing to do, something I’m definitely proud of. – Kid Rock • Good comics stick around. There are people who have TV shows that might be successful, but comics can’t really fake it. If you say, ‘Hey, I love what you guys are doing – you’re funny,’ then you’re in. It’s legit. – Wanda Sykes • Government and politics isn’t like a reality TV show. It’s not about voting the bad guys out of the house. You know, it’s about what do we need to take our country or our state or our city forward? And people, frankly, would be well advised to really get back into understanding politics. – Campbell Newman • Growing up, I remember my parents feeling a little wary of ‘The Simpsons.’ This was the late eighties, and there was a wave of articles about TV shows that were bad for America. Then we all started watching it and loved it. – Mindy Kaling • Hailey [as a character] was born when I left the courtroom and moved to New York for Cochran and Grace, my TV show with Johnnie Cochran. I moved with two boxes of clothes, a curling iron, and $300; I didn’t know a soul in the city, so I would come home at night and I’d be all alone and just write. I missed the courtroom and [what led me to the courtroom] so much I wrote about it. After my fiancé Keith’s murder, I had never thought I would have children – I thought that it was not God’s plan for me to have a family. – Nancy Grace • Here’s my proposal, which is based on the TV show Survivor: We put the entire Congress on an island. All the food on this island is locked inside a vault, which can be opened only by an ordinary American taxpayer named Bob. Every day, the congresspersons are given a section of the Tax Code, which they must rewrite so that Bob can understand it. If he can, he lets them eat that day; if he can’t, he doesn’t. – Dave Barry • Honestly, after doing a TV show for eight years and a cartoon for more than a decade, you are, financially speaking, in a very lucky position where you don’t have to work for the sake of working. And I decided to take advantage of that. – Mila Kunis • Hosting a TV show is a full-time job in which success is defined by it never ending. – John Hodgman • I acted in millions of TV shows. – Sebastian Bach • I always did TV commercials and made great money to put myself through school. That became guest starring roles on TV shows. – Malin Akerman • I always looked at magazines. Ever since I was little I was obsessed with Elle magazine and the models. I would watch the model TV shows, like the specials on Milla Jovovich. – Katherine Bernhardt • I always wish the hotels were like they are in movies and TV shows, where if you’re in Paris, right outside your window is the Eiffel Tower. In Egypt, the pyramids are right there. In the movies, every hotel has a monument right outside your window. My hotel rooms overlook the garbage dumpster in the back alley. – Gilbert Gottfried • I am a little suspicious of industry paradigms. I feel like so many movies and TV shows feel so familiar because of over-reliance on these paradigms. – Alan Ball • I believe I’m just getting started. The TV show is just the foundation…. If you’re open to the possibilities, your life gets grander, bigger, bolder! – Oprah Winfrey • I believe that, not only in chess, but in life in general, people place too much stock in ratings – they pay attention to which TV shows have the highest ratings, how many friends they have on Facebook, and it’s funny. The best shows often have low ratings and it is impossible to have thousands of real friends. – Boris Gelfand • I came down to Orange because I sold the Smothers Brothers a song called ‘Chocolate,’ and that gave me enough money to move down here. I was washing windows down in Orange County when they called me up and said they wanted me to do their TV show. – Pat Paulsen • I came into the ‘Comedy Bang! Bang!’ TV show with a level of confidence that I don’t think I would’ve had if I hadn’t been doing the podcast for three years already. I certainly had to figure out in those three years the sense of humor I wanted to do and the way to talk to celebrities without being incredibly intimidated by them. – Scott Aukerman • I can’t do anything I want to. I mean, I can’t have my own TV show. I can’t have my own movie. But within my little world, nobody tells me what to put on the albums. – Lou Reed • I definitely want to start my own production company at some point. I’m actually teaming up with Funny or Die to put together a TV show right now, that I can’t really talk about because it’s still in the very preliminary stages, but if it pans out this will be the first project under my production company, which I have yet to name. – Dave Franco • I did a lot of terrible TV shows and was really terrible in them, and I’ve done terrible films I was terrible in, but nobody really noticed. – George Clooney • I did this TV show, which was my first job ever. It wasn’t a real acting part. It was like this promo for this sitcom and the main actress was meeting three different real people and then she was going to decide who was going to be on the episode. – Sean William Scott • I do a TV show about a priest in London, and he is also slightly beleaguered and is subject to fate and misfortune and daily difficulty. – Tom Hollander • I do think a lot of sexual violence stems from experiences in childhood or at puberty. Some people become sadistic after suffering early abuse at the hands of parents, relatives or friends. But for others, the seed is planted in the formative years by the conflation of images of violence with those of sexual arousal. Magazines, TV shows and, especially, slasher movies are masters at doing this. – Park Dietz • I do think that people get really emotionally involved in the TV shows that they love and I think that is fantastic. Of course they are going to have opinions. The other thing is that people project onto their television shows. They see a character and layer on many traits that are actually their own or their idea of what that character is. – Lisa Edelstein • I don’t care if I never do another TV show in my life. – Bobby Darin • I don’t really like to arrange shows by best performances. That’s why Emmy season is kind of a chore for me. Unlike movies, where it’s easier to decide who was the best performance, a TV show goes up and down, including characters/portrayals. – Hank Stuever • I don’t want my dad to say, ‘My daughter is an actress on a TV show.’ I want him to say, ‘My daughter cares about people.’ I would love to know that I’m a role model in Hollywood. – AnnaLynne McCord • I don’t want to be a TV star for the sake of being on TV. I want to have a TV show that’s based around my comedy. – Jim Gaffigan • I download TV shows more and more, especially from the US. – Julian Ovenden • I find America falling in love with a TV show flattering and interesting, but at the same time a little sad. – David Schwimmer • I find the film world very romantic. I want to try to be in more movies. When you’re on a TV show and you do the same thing for years and years, it can get a little bit boring. – Jane Levy • I found myself in Zurich Airport. I’d done a TV show, oddly enough, with Mavis Staples. That’s the way they do it in Switzerland. And I’d had a bit of a late night with members of her band. And I was – my flight was delayed. And I was sitting in the airport, and I just came up with the idea. And by the time, we landed at Heathrow, I’d pretty much sort of got it. – Nick Lowe • I get bored easily, so I need to do a lot. I’ve started a record label, so I get to nurture new talent and talk about music, which is a passion of mine. I’ve written another book. And I get to come to work and do the TV show, which is always really fun. – Ellen DeGeneres • I got on the TV show at 40 and that is something very rare. So, I know that God gave me that role (on) One Life to Live – the role of Carlotta, the role of a mom. – Patricia Mauceri • I had a TV show called ‘The Apprentice’ and it’s one of the most successful reality shows in the history of television. And now I’m doing something else. – Donald Trump • I had started acting when I was 7, and I was always wrong. I would always get to the very end [of the audition], but I wasn’t a perfect package of one thing. I wasn’t a cliche, and it always worked against me. I wasn’t pretty enough to play the popular girl, I wasn’t mousy enough to be the mousy girl. Then there was a TV show that Toni Collette was starring in. And when a role to play a girl who was struggling with identity came, I thought: “Oh, this is what I was supposed to do. Everything’s leading up to this moment.” I was 18. I was like, “This is it.” I didn’t get it. And I was devastated. – Brie Larson • I had told my agents that I never wanted to do an hour-long TV show. I said, “I’m not that stupid.” Because it’s the worst lifestyle in Hollywood. – Geena Davis • I hate remakes of TV shows – I didn’t like the new Charlie’s Angels at all – and I just don’t see the point of going back and doing the same thing over again. Baywatch was fun and successful, probably because we didn’t know what the heck we were doing. – Pamela Anderson • I hate those TV shows where characters talk about one thing, such as their patient on the operation table (let’s say they’re a doctor), then you realize they’re actually talking about actually talking about themselves. The patient’s open-heart surgery is nothing compared to their own messed-up heart or whatever. It’s selfish. And means they’re not concentrating, which is medical negligence. – Jaclyn Moriarty • I have a hit TV show. – Kim Kardashian • I have no plans to get an iPad. I know it will do more things than my Kindle, but I don’t want more things. If I want other stuff – movies, TV shows, weather forecasts, the forthcoming Josh Ritter album – I have my Mac. – Stephen King • I have not watched the TV show. I do not generally watch TV sci-fi drama shows. They make me itch. – Charles Stross • I have to be careful of what TV shows I choose, particularly ones that have commercials in them, because it’s going to be a different kind of television show. – John Hawkes • I just remember the early days of Tenacious D. There was no talk or thought about doing a TV show or a movie. – Jack Black • I just watch a lot of different films and different TV shows. Really for me, it’s just looking at how people react to different shows in different genres. For me, it’s more a study of people than a study of acting. – Sterling Beaumon • I keep it real normal, like I don’t try to act like a celebrity, or say that just because I’m on a TV show I can do other types of TV. I take it very seriously and I respect the art of acting. – Vinny Guadagnino • I know artists that have tried for a long time in the Christian industry and then they were on a TV show and all of the sudden the doors swing wide open. Christians want to connect with things that are mainstream.- Anthony Evans • I like doing both comedy and drama. I’m not really feeling more drawn to one over the other. I also like dramedies. I like movies and TV shows that are mixtures of the two. – Jane Levy • I like to know why a video has suddenly gone viral, why a song has broken, why a TV show is suddenly rating out of pattern… I’m pretty good at understanding why things are becoming popular. – Simon Cowell • I like working on the house, small carpentry stuff. I also like working on the van. That’s about as quiet as my mind gets, I think. I always loved working on the How’s Your News? TV show and at Camp Jabberwocky too. – Chad Urmston • I love Godzilla, but my favorite was on this TV Show, Johnny Sokko and His Flying Robot. I used to love the idea of having a giant robot under my control. That was like a dream come true for a kid. – Ice Cube • I love going to work, doing acting. I love when I’m done with a movie or a TV show. I love hitting the road or being in the studio or going on tour. That’s what I get off on. I don’t need to have my business in the press and all that stuff. I’m pretty low key. It’s all about the work for me. – Bryan Greenberg • I love hanging out with friends and family, going to the beach or just being a couch potato and binge watching TV shows or watching a good movie. – Yvette Gonzalez-Nacer • I love ‘Homeland.’ I think it’s such a well-done, well-acted TV show. – Victoria Justice • I love TV. I love being behind the scenes on a TV show but there’s something about, I don’t know there’s something very special when you’ve signed an artist and that first record comes in and it’s a good record. It is an indescribable feeling. – Simon Cowell • I owe my whole acting career to the fact that I’m a singer. I went out to Los Angeles and auditioned for a TV show called ‘Fame L.A.’ The original role was for a comedian, but they said I wasn’t very funny, so they asked me, ‘What else can you do?’ So I played a singer. – Christian Kane • I played some shows, but I’m disappointed it didn’t do better. I wish all my shows sold out, I wish I had sold more copies, I wish that a song was picked up to be in a TV show – whatever these little benchmarks are. You always want something more. – Eleanor Friedberger • I practice yoga at home to a TV show called ‘Inhale,’ taught by Steve Ross. I figured that if the people on the show could stretch that deep then I could too. I ended up pulling my hip flexor. But that’s how I met my husband. Paul was the physical therapist my coach called to meet with me after hours. – Danica Patrick • I push to be in good films and good TV shows. I don’t really pick and choose. I pick and choose what I will read for, and I’ve gotten to the point where I’m being offered stuff. – Darren Shahlavi • I rarely watch TV, and in the past two years, I’ve done three TV shows. It’s quite interesting. – Oliver Jackson-Cohen • I really like ‘Batman.’ Not the TV show, but the dark ‘Batman.’ – Denis Leary • I remember my first show was a live TV show in Ireland, and I was just petrified. It was horrific. – Caroline Corr • I sort of knew very early on that I wanted to be a writer. Even in high school, I was a big movie buff, very much into TV shows, and would critique them. – Lena Waithe • I spent my entire first pay cheque from Cracker, a TV show on ABC, on an Audi because my other car broke down and I needed to get to work. – Josh Hartnett • I started out dancing on a reality TV show, but always with the intention of making my way over to film. I transitioned into the film world by doing certain things that my fans had been used to seeing me do. My dancing and singing gave me the confidence to act. – Julianne Hough • I started using the Internet in 1999. That was pretty late. But as soon as I did I just stopped watching TV. The idea of sitting down and waiting for a TV show at a certain time, I couldn’t do this anymore. The Internet is a better form of entertainment to me. – Tom Anderson • I think comedians should focus on what makes them happy, what art form fulfills them the most. Don’t be calculated about it and say, ‘Okay, I’m gonna tweet, and I’m gonna podcast, and I’m gonna do standup, and one of those things is going to lead me to my own TV show.’ I don’t think that should be the goal. – Scott Aukerman • I think my biggest problem was, as a celebrity on a TV show, you get an inflated ego and you think you’re the center of the universe. – Kirk Cameron • I think that it’s just extremely rare to see any kind of TV show that’s completely written by one person, regardless of what any showrunner will tell you. – Judy Greer • I think TV shows have usurped films! – Edie Campbell • I want to do more comedy… I’ve done a couple TV shows that had some comedy going on. – Sunny Mabrey • I wanted people to see that I really am a real person. I’m not just some guy who was on a TV show, some guy engulfed in the Hollywood life. I’m just a normal guy when it comes down to it. – Scotty McCreery • I wanted to end it now, like a bad TV show turned off in the middle. – Tawni O’Dell • I was able to make the jump to theaters without having a TV show. My passion for getting a TV show just plummeted. It was like I had already achieved what I wanted to achieve. – Jim Gaffigan • I was on some TV shows with Lady Gaga the other week, and you could see the difference in reaction between her fans and my fans outside. She comes out, and she looks like a star, and the reaction is just tears, crying, people going, ‘Oh my God, Oh my God.’ My fans are like: ‘Alright, Ed.’ – Ed Sheeran • I was once asked if I had any ideas for a really scary reality TV show. I have one reality show that would really make your hair stand on end: “C-Students from Yale”. – Kurt Vonnegut • I’d always wanted to do a film than TV show because film is always where my heart has been. I like diving into the character for a few months, and then leaving it behind. I love the idea of that. – Shailene Woodley • I’d love to be on a TV series someday, but I believe you get the jobs that you’re meant to get. If the job that I’m meant to get is another musical or another play or film or TV show, I’m just happy to keep working. – Stark Sands • If by that you mean that I dislike celebrity magazines, prefer food to anorexia, refuse to watch TV shows about models, and hate the color pink, then yes. I am proud to be not really a girl. – John Green • If I did a TV show, it would have to be in North London because I’m a bit of a homebody, and my work takes me away from home enough. But yeah absolutely. Television has never been more exciting than it is now. – Simon Pegg • If I only did TV show, I’d probably not be the happiest girl. I love the show, but I’m an actor and I want to work on different things. TV lasts for so much of the year that you’re just aching to play a different part. And I love movies so much that I want to be a part of as many as I can. – Jane Levy • If you get on a TV show that’s successful, odds are that you’re playing the same character for as many years as the show is running, which can be its own blessing, but it can also be a curse because you’re playing the same thing and that can be tiresome. – Sarah Paulson • If you’re going to do a guest spot on television, they need bodies on those procedural TV shows. You’ve got to keep working, and that’s where a lot of the work is. – William Mapother • If you’re in a popular TV show, you can attract attention, and I like to help focus that on stories that deserve to be told – which is what politicians do. But I would lose my autonomy, and to get things done I would have to compromise and get into the weeds of policy. I don’t know if I’m smart enough. – Tony Goldwyn • I’m a character-driven director, and I tend to fall in love with the characters in my movies and TV shows. – Doug Liman • I’m a guy here to play football. I’m not here for photos or newspapers or TV shows or trophies or awards. I’m not into all that. – Randy Moss • I’m a huge fan of film primarily. But, you can get a great TV show and get attached to it. Making a great film is forever though; so I always want to be part of film. It’s my first love. – Aml Ameen • I’m actually really lazy. I tell myself, “Okay, you work six months out of the year and you have to get up at 4 a.m. …” I’ll relish the downtime by chilling on the couch and watching my favorite TV shows. – Liana Liberato • I’m always feeling like I don’t belong, no matter where I am. So I’m just searching for a family nonstop, and sometimes I find it in the mosh pit, sometimes I find it when I’m doing some French TV show with the president’s wife. – James Hetfield • I’m fortunate enough to act in a TV show that makes me a lot of money so I can pay for my own movies. I don’t have to wait for anybody and that’s more of what I like doing. But I still think that you don’t have to be connected in the industry to make your movie. You just have to write something that is meant to be made cheaply. – Mark Duplass • I’m in a play on Broadway, I have an animated TV show coming up, I have a few movies that just came out. – Neil Patrick Harris • I’m just saying stupid, funny things when I’m hanging out on the TV show. When I’m making music I’m in a completely different zone. – Chanel West Coast • I’m looking for a deal from one of you TV networks to give Snoop Dogg his own hood TV show where I can find America’s hottest hood artists. – Snoop Dogg • I’m not disciplined in terms of scheduling. I work best late at night, but I can’t do that when I’m on a TV show – our hours are roughly 10-6:30, so I have to go to sleep at a reasonable hour. So I’ll sometimes write fiction for an hour or two in the evenings, or several hours on the weekend afternoons – unless I’m actively writing a script for the show I’m working on, in which case there’s no time to write fiction at all. – Nick Antosca • I’m not going to watch two TV shows with vaginas in them unless somebody tells me why they’re different! – Ilana Glazer • I’m obsessed with voices in film. I have this memory of how people say words, even on the most intensely stupid reality TV show. – Jenny Hval • I’m proud of everything I achieved with ‘Idol,’ and away from ‘Idol’ also. It’s just such a different show now to what it was when I was on it. I didn’t even know it was a TV show until the third audition. – Kelly Clarkson • I’m really excited about my TV show. I wrote it with my best friend. – Pell James • I’m scared of watching a TV show about vampires. I can’t fall asleep. – Maurice Sendak • I’m so grateful to be living doing what I love. Whether it’s acting in Films or TV shows or writing and directing my own projects. – Kyle Cassie • I’m used to seeing it, but it’s weird having an Academy Award. You usually only see one of them on the TV show when they give them out, so it’s kind of surreal to have one in your house. – Steven Wright • I’m very grateful for work especially in film industry. It’s highly competitive and there are a lot of people standing behind me jumping at the opportunity to only do one thing, like one movie or one TV show or one episode. – Famke Janssen • In California, they don’t throw their garbage away – they make it into TV shows. – Woody Allen • In France, anyone can use your music on like a TV show or whatever – they don’t need to ask permission. It’s almost like a child when it has its own life. – Thomas Mars • In some ways, a novel isn’t as structurally rigorous as a screenplay or a TV show, which have finite real estate. In a novel, you can more deeply illuminate a character’s interior and get away with digressions. – Howard Gordon • In the middle of Beaches there’s a scene from the “Laverne & Shirley” TV show so they see some history of my work in each film. – Garry Marshall • It is tough, every time. The ensemble is great. I would always ask Andrew, “Is this how Hollywood is? Is this how every TV show and movie is?” And he was like, “No, dude. This is not. Do not get used to this. Be thankful that this is how your first gig is.” – Steven Yeun • It was actually the production group that ended up producing the show for us…Every musician, especially in the hip-hop community, you always make these show recaps or vlogs, and essentially what “Touring’s Boring” was is, we tried to make our vlogs interesting and almost more like a TV show. That’s how we got discovered by TV. – Mike Stud • It was feminism that made it possible for women to go to the Ivy League and women to be astronauts and women to have their own TV shows. What happened, though, was that the generation after feminism, which is my generation, misunderstood what feminism was saying. – Debora Spar • It was such a bigger picture [ Westworld] than what I thought it was. It’s more of a revolution than a TV show. – Evan Rachel Wood • It’s a lot of hard work to do a weekly TV show. It’s certainly not fun. – Michael Moore • It’s a TV show. Only the emotional damage is real. – Steven Moffat • It’s actually much harder to develop a TV show than I had anticipated. – Diablo Cody • It’s also one thing to see a celebrity or some kind of character on a TV show being gay. It’s a totally different thing when you know your husband… not your husband, but your brother or your friend or the dude you hung out in high school was gay. I mean, that is what changes people’s minds, what changes people’s minds. – Andrew Sullivan • It’s fun being on a TV show and not having to wear heels. – Trieste Kelly Dunn • It’s hard to find success and it’s hard to find hit movies or hit TV shows and to stay relevant. I think it’s a very difficult thing for actors, because a lot of us get lost, frankly. – Dylan McDermott • It’s impossible to overvalue the importance of television – both in its serious and less serious functions. It’s one of our most important ways of finding out the truth – and also of changing the world, and finding out what in the world needs changing. It’s also an immense bringer of joy – I learnt how to laugh through television, and now my children and I, every day of every week, share the joy and stupidity of TV shows – they actually make us HAPPY – Richard Curtis • It’s often the case with successful TV shows that they kind of inadvertently live on past their prime. It’s best to leave the audience wanting more. – Vince Gilligan • It’s weird how with a TV show, you don’t have just the one ending – you have the many. – Vince Gilligan • I’ve always been fascinated, obsessed even, with books and TV shows about unsolved murders, cold cases, forensic science, mysteries, and so on. Many times when I get inspiration for my work, it’s from something in one of these books or TV shows, or perhaps some newspaper article about a specific case. – Scott Heim • I’ve always got five or six things that would either make a good feature or TV show. And you just never know. You go and you pitch and it may be exactly what they’re looking for, or they may stop you after two sentences and say, “Oh, we’ve already done something just like that.” – John Sayles • I’ve been careful to keep my life separate because it’s important to me to have privacy and for my life not to be a marketing device for a movie or a TV show. I’m worth more than that. – Lisa Kudrow • I’ve had lots of things that didn’t work out, like TV shows. You learn a lot through mistakes – I learned that you have to be the captain of your ship. Actually, I own my ship. – Pamela Anderson • I’ve never been on a TV show for more than a season and you have to continually keep it interesting and you have to keep it connected, even as you change. – Ian Somerhalder • I’ve only done two other TV shows [instead of Sex&Drugs&Rock&Roll], one was Rescue Me and the other was a show called The Job, which was at ABC and only on for two seasons. – Denis Leary • I’ve seen [Donald Trump] appear in a film or a TV show cameo or the tabloids, and he’s a grotesquely distasteful human being and always has been, always made me want to take a shower. But other people fell in love with him as a reality star. So does that mean that the entertainment industry is doing something wrong? I think reality TV answered that question a long time ago: Yes, it’s doing something terribly wrong. But there’s some great reality TV, and I’m not bagging on it completely. – Joss Whedon • I’ve seen [Trump] appear in a film or a TV show cameo or the tabloids, and he’s a grotesquely distasteful human being and always has been, always made me want to take a shower. – Joss Whedon • Josh [Friedman] and I have been friends for years, and he said, “Hey, if you ever want to do a TV show, I can take it over and run it,” and I was like, “Yes!” He’s always been so busy that I never dared to ask that, but it just worked out, time wise, that this was the season where we could probably do it, so I jumped at it. So, even though I���m busy with other stuff, I’m excited to be writing this. – John August • Just concentrate on the performers. Make sure you get the performers, and that’s it. That’s all we need to do.” And I was thinking, “Well what if you do both? Of course the performance is important, the writing is really important. But what if you could have the perfect marriage of making it look really slick as well?” I think that’s kind of what I tried to develop as a style, and Spaced was the first TV show I did where all the elements came together. – Edgar Wright • Knowing the right questions is better than knowing all the right answers” Caleb from Pretty Little Liars (TV Show) – Sara Shepard • L.A. ispolluted. It’s overpopulated. But it is very much home. It was inevitable for me, the moving back. I was living in San Francisco, and Joan broke it off with me, and I needed a place to live. I’d been divorced. And I needed to write movies and TV shows to earn a living. Alimony. All that. So I figured what the hell, I’ll go back to L.A. – James Ellroy • Launching a new TV show is probably one of the most difficult things that a writer can do. – George Meyer • Like we were saying, the fact that the relationships on the show are love-based, and in the sense that I wasn’t aware of how special it was in contrast to a lot of the other TV shows that are on right now. It was our audience members that pointed out the love that you see in the show is special. – Steve Zissis • More American young people can tell you where an island that the ‘Survivor’ TV series came from is located than can identify Afghanistan or Iraq. Ironically a TV show seems more real or at least more meaningful interesting or relevant than reality. – John Fahey • Most people get their politics, obviously, from TV shows about senators or movies about them or… all the day-to-day press and the talk shows. – Judd Gregg • Most TV shows don’t reward you for paying attention. – Matt Groening • Movies, novels, TV shows – these are the water fountains of today. We thirst for stories which speak to us by representing us, but we go to the water fountains in the centre of town looking for that, and we’re turned away, sent to the ghetto. – Hal Duncan • My approach to ‘Star Trek’ was, ‘I know science fiction, and I know screen writing.’ That was very arrogant of me, but you really need to be a little bit arrogant to think that what you have to say is good enough to justify the expense of hundreds of thousands – now millions of dollars – to make an episode of the TV show. – David Gerrold • My boy, that was a TV show. I used a stunt double. I always use a stunt double. Except in love scenes. I insist on doing those myself. – William Shatner • My favorite TV show is probably ‘Glee.’ I’m a Gleek, like everyone – else!Victoria Justice • My tastes in all things lean towards the arty and boring. I like sports documentaries about Scrabble players, bands that play quiet, unassuming music, and TV shows that win awards. In that way, I am an elitist snob. And proud of it. – Michael Ian Black • My TV show had been cancelled; nothing else had gone anywhere; some alliances I had made petered out and nothing came of them and I was looking at a long, long year ahead of me in which there was no work on the horizon, the phone wasn’t ringing. I had two kids, one of them a brand-new baby, and I didn’t know if I would be able to keep my house. – Tom Hanks • My wife is like, You finally get your own TV show, you can have any kind of car you want and you get a darned truck. But my brother and I have the same kind of truck now. – Jeff Foxworthy • My wife says I’m much happier when I’m not a regular on a TV show. – Alan Dale • Nasty is the new normal in Florida. Politics here is very gutterlike. It’s like a very bad reality TV show that still gets very high ratings. – Dan Gelber • Nira Park, who is my longtime producer and friend – I’ve know her since we did Spaced, the TV show – she gave me this script the last day of filming The World’s End. She said, “Take a look at this. It’s filming in London next year, and you might like to look at Jack.” I trust Nira implicitly. – Simon Pegg • Nobody’s talking about movies the way they’re talking about their favorite TV shows. – Steven Soderbergh • Obviously, in this day and age, with the TV shows, there are some really interesting ones. I’m not that interested in going and doing a network show, but like everybody else, trying to find something good. – Scott Speedman • Ok so there’s no TV shows, no movies going on fine, but I love going on stage and performing stand up so my situation is a little better than someone who’s strictly just an actor or actress. – Wanda Sykes • On Michael Moore TV show, when he went to the home of the guy who invented the car alarm and set off all the car alarms on the block… pretty funny. – P. J. O’Rourke • One day it was that I wanted to go make a movie with my kid and then another day it was that I wanted to climb Mt. Kilimanjaro and another day it was that I wanted to sit in the studio and figure something out. All those things manifested themselves into what the TV show was. – Casey Neistat • Parodies of commercials are by no means new and have been popular going back to black-and-white TV shows of the ’50s. – Dan Aykroyd • People always ask about the transition from TV show to a movie, but it felt like just going to a different school. You don’t really notice the transition, when you’re in the moment. – Shailene Woodley • People are recognizing that I am an entrepreneur and do more than be on a reality TV show. -Kim Kardashian • People on both sides of any conflict believe they are right, whether it’s on a TV show or in the real world. – Mandy Patinkin • People say that you want to be varied in your career, and I’ve done so many things and am very appreciative. But, the one thing I’ve never done and wanted to do was to be a regular on a TV show, where you get 22 weeks of the year to develop and play a character. I’ve done arcs of five or eight episodes on shows, but I’d like to have a character that’s rich enough and deep enough to want to explore and live with for a few years. Playing the same character, but doing different scenes seems very exciting to me. – Jim Piddock • Phil Harris and Pat Boone were once paired as guests on an episode of Andy Williams’ TV show. During a rehearsal break, Harris suggested the three of them go out for a drink. When Boone declined, explaining he did not drink, Harris asked Williams, “Andy, can you imagine getting up in the morning knowing that’s the best you’re going to feel all day?” – Andy Williams • So I do have to work, you know, and I find as many movies and TV shows that I can, because otherwise I wouldn’t have an income. – Tippi Hedren • Some people may contend that there is no image more charming that a child holding a puppy or kitten. But for me that’s a distant second. When I see a child clutching a book… to his or her tiny bosom, I’m moved. Children can possess a book in a way they can never possess a video game, a TV show, or a Darth Vader doll. A book comes alive when they read it. They give it life themselves by understanding it. – Chris Van Allsburg • Some TV shows are like really good novels in that there are enough episodes that you start to have your own feelings about how the characters should act. When the scriptwriters go slightly wrong, when they make the character make a left turn that he or she wouldn’t do, you know enough about the characters to say, “No, that’s not what she would do there. That’s wrong.” You can actually argue with a TV show in a way that you can’t do as much with movie – you inhabit a TV show in the way you inhabit a novel. – Nicholson Baker • Something economically changed. It used to be that you needed 20 million people to watch a TV show for it to be a hit. Now, with just a few million people watching, you’re considered very successful, for a lot of these streaming services, or cable channels. Now, that allows people to do much more creatively ambitious work, because it’s not lowest common denominator. – Judd Apatow • Sometimes directors get hired into TV shows, and it’s so formulaic and they’re a slave to whatever everybody wants them to do. But everyone came in with their own style, and it blended together with the Helix style that was set, and at the same time, they’re bringing their own ideas and their own input. It was really fun working with all of them. – Kyra Zagorsky • Sometimes you see auteur TV shows and movies, and those are great. – Akiva Goldsman • Sony and Nickelodeon knew they wanted to create a TV show that was a platform for a band they would have for Sony. They knew what they wanted, and it took two years of auditions and screen tests and countless people coming in and out the door until they finally settled on the four of us. – James Maslow • Television is competitive now, and the great stories live on television right now. I’m finding that I’m enjoying television more than film, these days. That was my motivation to take a TV show. – Jaimie Alexander • Thanks to NBC News and thanks to the NBC primetime TV network, Donald Trump has been in living rooms for 11 years being who he is. The Donald Trump running for president is not an unknown quantity. The Donald Trump running for president is the Donald Trump everybody’s gotten to know, and quite a lot of people watch those Donald Trump TV shows, The Apprentice and whatever else on there. – Rush Limbaugh • The Baha’i celebrity, or the Belebrity, is a character actor with a big head playing an annoying creep on a TV show. – Rainn Wilson • The bigger budget films only shoot about a page or two a day, so there’s very specific amount of time spent on detail and getting each tidbit exactly how they want it. In a movie or TV show, you shoot eight or ten pages and you aren’t afforded as much time to do each scene. – Dan Payne • The consumer mentality – we like something, what other flavor does it come in? We like that TV show, does it come in a book form? Does it come in a capsule? How about a soup? – Paul Reiser • The headmistress was a very well-respected theater teacher. She taught me what stage left and stage right were, what a director was, and what all these things meant, which was something I had no concept of. She sent me off to drama school, at age 18, and I stayed there for three years. Before I knew it, I was working on a TV show. – Robert Kazinsky • The Netflix brand for TV shows is really all about binge viewing. The ability to get hooked and watch episode after episode. – Reed Hastings • The only thing worse than a crappy TV show which Paddy Chayevsky couldn’t have conceived in his worst nightmare is two megacorps fighting over who thought of the crappy show first. – Judd Apatow • The really great thing about having two TV shows going on at the same time is that I can go to one and say that I have to go and visit the other and then I can just go home and they don’t know. – Matt Groening • The scheduling thing is really weird with TV shows. Certain projects haven’t been able to work out because of the schedule, so some of it is out of your control. You don’t have very many opportunities. There isn’t much time, so you want to make sure you’re going to be doing something that you really feel good about or that you’re going to have a good creative experience doing. You’re taking up vacation time from your job, so you want it to be meaningful. – Ty Burrell • ‘The Simpsons’ from the very beginning was based on our memories of brash ’60s sitcoms – you had a main title theme that was bombastic and grabbed your attention – and when you look at TV shows of the 1970s and ’80s, things got very mild and toned down and… obsequious. – Matt Groening • The thing about working on a TV show is that it becomes, very quickly, all consuming. – Jonathan Nolan • The truth is that we have to, as American citizens, stop thinking that this life that we’re living, the things that we’re dealing with, is some reality TV show. This is real life, real children, real situations. – Stevie Wonder • The wonderful thing about a TV show is if you get picked up for another season, there’s no happily ever after. – Guy Branum • There are many films and TV shows I make where people find themselves in fantastical situations; as often as possible their reactions to it are very normal. – Joss Whedon • There were a lot of lessons of production to be learned. On the page, the biggest thing you learn on any TV show is how to write to your cast. You write the show at the beginning with certain voices in your head and you have a way that you think the characters will be, and then you have an actor go out there, and you start watching dailies and episodes. Then, you start realizing what they can do and what they can’t do, what they’re good at and what they’re not so good at, how they say things and what fits in their mouth, and you start tailoring the voice of the show to your cast. – Ronald D. Moore • There’s a huge demand for my entertainment, and I can’t meet the need. So I decided to try a TV show to reach as many of my fans as possible. – Tyler Perry • There’s two kinds of press that you get when you put out a TV show: The reviews, and the people that just decide what the reviews say. – Louis C. K. • This election ain’t no stinkin’ TV show. – Bradley Whitford • This is the contradiction we have in the media. We love vigilantes: Batman, Tarzan, Green Arrow – the comic books and the TV shows are filled with vigilantes. We love to promote it. Jesus Christ was a vigilante. We admire these people, but we don’t want to be associated with them. – Paul Watson • This whole thing about reality television to me is really indicative of America saying we’re not satisfied just watching television, we want to star in our own TV shows. We want you to discover us and put us in your own TV show, and we want television to be about us, finally. – Steven Spielberg • Those rosy memories we all share are actually memories from our favorite TV shows. We’ve confused our own childhoods with episodes of “Ozzie and Harriet,” “Father Knows Best,” and “The Brady Bunch.” In real life, Ozzie had a very visible mistress for years, Bud and Kitten on “Father Knows Best” grew up to become major druggies, and Mom on “The Brady Bunch” dated her fifteen-year-old fictional son. – Cynthia Heimel • To a certain degree, with a TV show, people are looking for a certain amount of familiarity. You don’t want to pull the rug out, but you also want to keep things fresh and keep changing it up. – Jonathan Nolan • To me, the greatest thing in the world is downloading TV shows on iTunes because there are no commercials, and yet if I were a working stiff, I could never afford to do this. But I don’t even think about money. – Stephen King • Trying to negotiate getting a couple of kids to watch the same TV show requires serious diplomacy. – Dee Dee Myers • TV and film are very different media with different requirements. In a TV show, you have actors and fellow writers and directors, who are interpreting your work. With a novel, you only have ink, words and your reader. – Howard Gordon • TV is such a success nowadays because it gives back in a way that features can’t. If you go to a film, you only get two hours of great storytellers and performers, and you pay top dollar for that. If you’re subscribing to premium channels and you’re getting all of these amazing TV shows, and you’re watching them as you want, where you want, when you want, on what you want, I think that is the “the golden era of TV” in what television shows are offering to audiences. We’re giving them a lot more. It’s quality. – Milo Ventimiglia • TV series, there’s a lot of everybody talking to you and giving you input for the first couple episodes, and then they’re on such a crazy schedule that you get another episode on a Monday, you have to have it done by Friday and it becomes very solitary work usually, TV shows. – Mark Mothersbaugh • Veep is the best and most realistic political TV show out there. – Christopher Michael Cillizza • Way back in 1979, as a guest on a local TV show in Arkansas, then Hillary Rodham was quizzed about not taking her husband’s last name when they got married and keeping her job as a lawyer while being first lady of the state. – Tamara Keith • We did ‘The Simpsons Movie,’ which took almost four years; it was the same people that do the TV show, and it just killed us. So that’s why there hasn’t been a second movie. But I imagine if the show ever does go off the air, they’ll start doing movies. – Matt Groening • We may not have a sample size larger than one, or we may not have unlimited resources – it’s a TV show, and we generally turn these things around in about a week or so. – Jamie Hyneman • We now have a generation of people who in many cases feel that if they become chefs, they’ll get a TV show. They have a signature haircut, a year into the business, or a branding arrangement with a shoe company. I don’t really relate to that. I guess this is the world we live in now. – Anthony Bourdain • What if it was cats who invented technology, would they have TV shows starring rubber sqeaky toys? – Douglas Coupland • What was bizarre, when I was younger, I never watched TV. I would rather watch a movie 100 times than to watch a TV show, just to find another nuance. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve watched ‘On the Waterfront’, just to find a flaw so that I can learn and try to improve my thing. – Vin Diesel • When I did TV shows and my other movies, I never try to do it for anybody. I just do what I think is good no matter what the genre is. – Will Gluck • When I first started writing for television in the seventies and eighties, the Internet didn’t exist, and we didn’t need to worry about foreign websites illegally distributing the latest TV shows and blockbuster movies online. – Al Franken • When I open many books, or most leading women’s magazines, or see almost all TV shows, I don’t find myself at all. I am completely anonymous. My value system is not there. – Bela Karolyi • When I planned my wedding the first time, my ex-husband and I, we were both struggling comics. I had a TV show that had gotten cancelled. Basically, I rented a wedding gown; the reception hall smelled like feet. – Sherri Shepherd • When I’m writing a theme song for a TV show I always think, “What would be Pavlovian where a kid would be in the kitchen, or an adult would be in the kitchen, and they hear the theme song come on and it would draw them back to the other room so that they would watch the show?” – Mark Mothersbaugh • When my TV show, ‘Sports Jobs with Junior Seau,’ assigned me to be a ‘Sports Illustrated’ reporter for a weekend, I didn’t realize I’d have to squeeze it in around another sports job. I had planned to retire from the NFL to enjoy the cushy lifestyle of a full-time reality TV star, but I wound up getting run over by a bull. – Junior Seau • When you do a TV show, the cumulative intimacy you develop with the audience through your characters is pretty profound. It may be the most profound storytelling there is, because the character gets to live and roll around in the audience’s mind week after week. – Howard Gordon • When you do a TV show, there’s always the fear that it will become tired and you’ll know exactly what’s going to happen.- Mads Mikkelsen • When you say, ‘I spent my summers at the Jersey Shore,’ people always say, ‘Oh, really?’ They think of the TV show. So I just say, ‘A cute little harbor town in New Jersey.’ – Taylor Swift • When you take on a TV show, you give trust to people that you really just met. – Katee Sackhoff • When you’re a regular on a TV show, they give you more of a backstory, so with these recurring gigs, you have to make up your own backstory. – Alan Dale • When you’re recording a TV show, you really feel like you’re in a bubble. – Judy Greer • When you’re writing for a TV show, what’s great is that you always know what actor you’re writing to. – Michael Brandt • Whether it’s being a leading man, making TV shows, being with my family, I’ve learned a lot. – Ashton Kutcher • Whoever calls and asks me to do stuff and obviously, with having your own TV show, people want you to get involved. They know you’re a stand-up comedian so they’re always looking for somebody funny to host an event. – Chelsea Handler • Writing for television is a great job. And it’s a job. Most people watch TV and have a comment about one or two moments of an episode – whether they love it or hate it or something in between. To come up with every moment of an entire season of a TV shows is heavy lifting. – Steven C. Harper • Writing pilots is such a specific thing. It’s not even really writing TV shows. A pilot is its own beast. – June Diane Raphael • You [Bill Maher] seem to have done alright with your TV show… I mean, I don’t get a sense… to the extent that they’re boycotting you, it’s because of your other wacky views rather than your particular views on religion. – Barack Obama • You and your scars. Please! You don’t kill youself like this!” I gesture, holding a wrist turned up to the ceiling, then pretending to cut across it with my other hand. “That’s just a cry for help. That’s just attention. Everbody knows that. Cutting across just gets you to the hospital. That’s just from movies and TV shows and stuff like that. You didn’t really try to kill yourself. you just wanted attention, but you screwed up. Try harder next time. – Barry Lyga • You can say “ass,” but you can’t say “asshole.” That’s why I always cringe when a character in a TV show refers to someone as an “ass.” Unless you’re British, calling someone an ass really doesn’t work. But those are the rules of television. You can be a dirtbag, but not a scumbag. – Gilbert Gottfried • You come to America, and, if you do a big TV show, then you can be overexposed, or old, before you’re new. – Chris Hemsworth • You get a kind of familiarity on a set when you’re on a TV show. – Alia Shawkat • You know, a TV show is a slow build. – Ray Romano • You want to put out a TV show? If you have the money to do it on your own, by yourself, and you have a TV network, you can do it by yourself. But the nature of the beast is, art needs finance. That’s how this industry works. So until the Internet becomes our source of entertainment – and watch it, I believe it will – this is how things go. – Nathan Fillion • You were doing a TV show – you don’t realise that you’re also making social commentary at the same time. – Amber Benson • You’ve got to do something to fill up your day. And I can only play so much guitar and watch so many TV shows. It fulfills me. There are two things about it I like: It makes me happy, and it makes other people happy. – Stephen King [clickbank-storefront-bestselling]

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