#this is. amazing. also fringe aside i adore his smile

[liunaticfringe]

Liunatic Fringe Sees Lucy Liu Receive Her Walk of Fame Star and Will Never Recover

I promised I’d share some impressions (and my crappy pics) of this glorious experience, so here goes: Pre-ceremony:

-- I got there a day early and checked out the placement of the star. You don’t want your star down a side street or in front of a strip club -- or a Scientology building. Lucy’s was placed diagonally next to Anna May Wong’s, on the northeast corner of Hollywood and Vine, one of the most famous intersections in the world. Score!!

---The ceremony was set to start at 11:30am, on Wednesday, May 1st, so I got there at bright and early at 8:00am wearing my t-shirt (see below) and got a shot of them varnishing the star itself. Cool. 

(The above is a mock-up on a gorgeous model. The shirt is available on tons of different products, including books, pillows, etc. at https://www.redbubble.com/people/liunaticfringe/works/29106752-pop-art-lucy-liu?asc=u&p=mens-graphic-t-shirt&rel=carousel)

--There were only two other people there that early, and they both turned out to be professional autograph hounds. Several other pros showed up soon after. They were all as nice and friendly as could be. It was great chatting with them while we waited. I was the only superfan there. :( I really expected a couple more to show up, or at least a few O-ren Ishii cosplayers, but alas, I was disappointed.

-- Ana Martinez (the Walk of Fame manager) arrived, and we had a lovely chat about Anna May Wong and Lucy. She asked me if I liked the placement of the star, and of course, I raved about it. We both noticed that the loudspeakers were blasting Louis Prima for some reason, which was fine, but not exactly on theme. I suggested the Charlie’s Angels soundtrack, and lo and behold, five minutes later, I had my request!

-- At about 10:45am, they gave out wristbands and let us behind the barriers. I picked a spot with a prime view of the podium, to the right of the press risers. The first to arrive was Lucy’s mom, with someone I didn’t recognize. LL’s sister and brother arrived a little later.   

 --Then it seemed like everyone arrived all at once (I was too far from the corner to see where’d they come from, whether the building next door, the W Hotel across the street or a limo bus). I recognized Rhea Perlman (the planned speaker, of course). And LL’s New York friend posse, plus Elementary crew -- including Jason Tracey, Rob Doherty, Christine Moore and Jon Michael Hill. Apparently Samantha Quan was there too, though I didn’t spot her. A couple of LL’s fave makeup/hair folks were in the audience too, and I thought it was very cool that she used a different glam squad for the ceremony so her peeps could relax and enjoy their day.

LL’s manager(s) and agent were there, of course, and good ol’ Ryan Su from Singapore. I thought it was lovely of Michael Cudlitz to come -- he appeared with LL on Southland and then went on to Walking Dead. The adorable Mike Colter was there, along with Luke Cage EP Cheo Hadari Coker. Demi Moore arrived, looking drop dead gorgeous...

--And then, SHE rounded the corner -- looking so stunning in that Peter Pilotti gown, it didn’t even strike me at first that she’d gone back to her natural hair color. She was just LUCY LIU. And she was radiant. She was carrying Rockwell on her hip, and he was grinning from ear to ear in his little seersucker suit. He was so good throughout the ceremony. He was sitting in someone’s lap, and he didn’t make a peep.

--Lucy stopped to greet a bunch of people before making it to her seat, and then, the impossible happened. Drew Barrymore and Cameron Diaz suddenly appeared in all their angelic glory, gliding to their spots next to her in the front row. The crowd and press gasped and cheered. I was long past dead by this point, but I remember thinking, WAY TO GO, Britney (LL’s press agent)! By having the Angels there, she ensured she’d get plenty of coverage for the event.

Ceremony:

Then the ceremony started -- and the hostess started to read LL’s bio, which is hella long. I woulda cut that way down.  

The rest is captured for posterity on this video… 

https://youtu.be/vUJ18w6QbsM

--Aside from the adorable Rhea and the kick-ass Demi (My fave quote: “She’s a badass with brains, a beautiful heart, with a deep loving soul and a damn good sense of humor”), LL also received a proclamation from the city and a shout-out from the LAPD (not sure whether that was standard or from her role on Southland).

--Lucy gave her speech, and it was one of the best speeches I’ve ever heard her give. It was beautifully written and delivered.

And then it was over.

Post-ceremony:

--The press began shouting LL’s name, and she posed for pictures at the star for a good 20 minutes. You guys probably saw the completely adorable Rockwell. She motioned to him, and he came running over, totally ignoring everyone shouting his and Lucy’s name. He was just totally focused on her big colorful rings. LL was completely serene throughout this whole thing. She just let him play. He was all smiles the entire time -- and from the pictures LL’s posted in the past, it looks like this is his default mood.

--After the press pics, she finally came over to the autograph area, where everyone once again began to scream her name. I was trying to elbow my way in, and one of the lovely autograph guys helped me to the front. I was able to catch her eye. I told her I was Liunatic Fringe and a lightbulb went off. I babbled for a couple minutes about how proud I was of her, I think there was a hug involved, the whole thing is kind of a blur. I didn’t ask for a picture or for her to sign anything -- I just wanted to share that moment with her, and I did. It was really lovely.

--And then two or three of the Chinese-language outlets grabbed me to do an interview, since I was the only one outfitted in Lucy attire. I was more than happy to oblige.

And that was it! By the time we got done, they were dismantling the stage and everyone was gone. It was beyond amazing and a dream come true. I’m so glad I made the trip, and I’ll never forget it.

I’ve made an album with a few pics (they’re terrible, I would check out Getty, Alamy and other stock sites for much better images), but here’s the link. If you post it elsewhere, please credit #LiunaticFringe.

https://photos.app.goo.gl/UsopFVsgESVPotnt9

[yg-got7scenarios]

Infinity Part 18 (M)

**GIF NOT MINE

Mini-Masterlist

Characters: Mark Tuan (GOT7), You (Reader/OC), GOT7 members, Mark’s parents, Marika (Your friend), and other surprise characters

Genre: Slow Build, Smut, Fluff, Angst (on previous and future chapters)

Warning/s: Tons of smut here omg what did I do, Overstimulation, and Mark being horny and sweet AF

Length:     5,695 words

Plot:  You have always believed the line from your favorite book that some infinities are larger or smaller than other infinities.  You always wonder if you even have an infinity that you get to spend with someone or you will be forever alone?

A/N:  I am extremely sorry for the long wait, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter!

After two more rounds in the bathroom, Mark finally decided that it’s time for the two of you to actually get cleaned up. You can barely keep your eyes open as he lathers your back with the shower gel, your hands and forehead leaning against the tiled wall, your wet hair carefully tied into a bun.  He scrubbed your ass and legs where majority of his cum went, since either of you are too impatient to get a new condom from the bedroom.

“Baby, turn around for me.”

“Fuck you.” You spluttered and Mark just giggled heartily, pushing you against his chest softly before proceeding in spreading the soap on your neck, your breasts, and your torso.

“I’m exhausted.  And sore.” You said as he continues washing you, his palms gliding over the front your shaky thighs and legs.

“I know.”

“But it felt good.  I’ve missed you.”  Mark again laughs when you turn your head to kiss the slope of his jaw.  Earlier you were just cursing at him and now you’re being cuddly, placing your hands on top of his that is now circled around your waist.

“I love you.” You kissed his cheek and he grabs the shower head from the rack and began rinsing the suds and bubbles from both of your bodies.

“I love you too, baby girl.”  He presses a lingering kiss on your lips and you closed your eyes, letting Mark hold you and finish cleaning you up.

You two had stayed in the tub for a few more minutes just to relax your sore and slightly tensed muscles.  You are cradled in his arms, your arms wrapped around him and your face at the crook of his neck while you are conveniently settled on his lap, the warm water that surrounds the two of you definitely helps in soothing your stiff and tired bodies.

“You okay baby?”  Mark asks as he rubs soothing circles on your back, slowly lulling you to sleep.  You hummed against his neck and you felt his pillow-like lips dropping a soft kiss on your temple.

Mark helped you out of the tub and the two of you dried and dressed yourselves up before climbing on the bed.  You were out like a light the moment your tired body met the comfy sheets of Mark’s bed. Before you completely succumb to sleep, you felt his lips pressing a lingering kiss on your forehead after murmuring a soft “Good night”.

  You were a little dazed when you were stirred from the sleep the morning after.  You weren’t used to having someone next to you when you sleep, aside from Marika, though that is very rare, your best friend for about 10 years is still not used to a lot of skin ship and physical contact.  Moreover, they are not just sleeping next to you, the other person’s legs are also tangled against your own that you are wondering which legs are yours and their arms are wrapped around your shoulders and waist, respectively, while both of your arms are around the other person’s middle.  Your brain is still catching up on what’s happening really when something in your brain clicked, flashbacks of what happened last night dawned on you full force — which made your head throb just a little but a smile immediately registered on your face when your gaze met a now very familiar neck and upper chest.

Instead of pulling away just like how you pictured you would do when you woke up dazed, you scooted closer to him (if that is even possible considering that you are clinging on to each other like koalas) burying your face further on the crook of his neck, breathing in the man’s musky scent beneath the lavender smell from the shower gel you two had used last night when you showered together.

It was a fantastic feeling, everything that happened between last night and today; waking up in the arms of the man whom you had loved both consciously and unconsciously for the last ten years.  You feel secured, loved, contented, and protected even just being in Mark’s arms on his king-sized bed.  This mix of feelings is something you never thought you would crave for in life, or even imagine if you are honest.  You never thought that it is possible, after all the challenges life had thrown at you over the years, as well as the sickness that has been with you for about a decade.

You pressed a light kiss on Mark’s neck — smiling when you feel him move a bit just to push your closer to his chest, his steady, calming breaths hitting the crown of your head and you bit your lip to stop yourself from giggling too much, you never felt this way before, even with Jinyoung, whom you thought was your first love. He was a good man and you had loved him then, but it was never like this, the passion and love you felt for Mark grew about a thousand times more after you had confessed to him, and you already know that you had loved him more than how you’ve loved Jinyoung before — so you guess that was the difference after all.

You slowly removed pulled your face away from Mark’s neck so that you can look up to him and you smiled dearly.  Mark looks like a kid, adorable and oh-so cute with his brown fringe blocking his forehead and closed eyes, his pillow-like lips jutted out slightly, reminding you of how he looks ten years ago when he appeared on your dream a few weeks back, very youthful and handsome.

It appears that Mark is in a very deep sleep because he didn’t move an inch when you retracted your legs from his, as well as your arm that is underneath his body. You felt a little sad that he didn’t notice, but, at the same time, you were delighted because it means that your boyfriend can get a little more sleep, and you can explore his house and his kitchen to see if you can put something for breakfast.

You continued your slow, cat-like movements as you stepped out of Mark’s bed.  When you’re finally off of it, you quickly looked at Mark and you sighed in relief when he didn’t move an inch.  You stretched your arms above your head before walking towards the direction of his bathroom, wanting to brush your teeth and wash your face.  Mark had given you a spare toothbrush last night and dressed you in some knickers too as well as his t-shirt.  When you asked him why he has knickers with him (with a subtle raise of your eyebrow) he just giggled and showed you the tag of the underwear, telling you that it’s new and he just bought it randomly and out of nowhere when he was thinking of you. You were surprised that it was a perfect fit now that you had woken up and not in a post-coital bliss — smiling once again as you splash some water on your face to remove the suds, wiping your face with the towel before going out of the bathroom.  You shake your head when you find that Mark still hasn’t moved from his previous position, and just walked your way out of the room and down the stairs to his kitchen.

You are surprised when you found out that there are actual edible contents inside Mark’s fridge.  There are eggs, some processed and fresh meat and chicken, even kimchi and vegetables, as well as a variety of drinks from soju, beer, apple juice, sodas, and milk. His kitchen drawers have lots of canned goods and boxes of waffle and pancake mixes; which made you decide to cook pancakes along with eggs and bacon for breakfast.  

It amazed you big time on how easy and natural this all feels — this is the second time you’ve been at Mark’s house but as you move around his kitchen, you felt like you’ve been here for a long time already, going by your instinct on where the pans and cooking utensils are as well as how light and homey it feels especially when you started mixing the ingredients for the pancakes while you thaw the frozen bacon on the sink.

Because of how focused you are with what you’re doing, you didn’t hear voices calling out for you and footsteps nearing the kitchen.

  The very first thing that Mark noticed when he finally woke up that morning is that a certain warmth that he had felt the entire night is missing, along with the wonderful scent of something sweet and floral against his nose.

You’re not next to him on his bed.

Mark sat up abruptly, the sudden force making his sight blurry — but he didn’t pay much attention to it as he scrambled to get off of the bed, panic rising in his chest at the thought of you leaving — he cannot bear for you to leave him this time, not now that he had felt that as though his love towards you had reached something infinitive and non-stop or unchangeable, no, he cannot take it.

“______!” He calls for you as he grabs the first thing that he can get from his closet, luckily, it was a tank top as he storms out of his bedroom.

“Baby? Where are you?”  He puts on his tank top before dragging his feet down the stairs in a lightning speed.  However, he stood to a halt when he heard some clinking of plates and utensils as well as a soft voice humming to the tune of a popular dance song from one of the hottest boy groups in Korea (when he thought about it, it was actually Really, Really by WINNER), making him let out a huge sigh of relief.  He had to steady his wobbly limbs by grabbing on the stair railing, his sudden reaction to your disappearance while he’s slightly light-headed from just waking up brought discomfort on his head, but he is sure that it will be gone in just a few seconds.

When Mark managed to get himself steady, he walks down the stairs languidly, now smelling the wonderful scent of brewing coffee — which made him assume that the love of his life is trying to put up a nice breakfast for him.

Mark smiled even wider when he finally reached the mouth of the kitchen.  Your back is on him as you carefully add water to the huge bowl, stirring it with a small hand mixer which he recognized as something that he got for free when he purchased a whole cooking set years ago. He never thought that he had used it before, which made him even more amused on how you were able to set your hands on it.

Mark doesn’t want you to notice his presence since he wanted to just enjoy the sight of you being overly domestic in his kitchen, in his house, making his heart flutter even more thinking that you are actually there, with him, and even if it’s just less than a day that you two are together, he felt like he’s been dating you for months, and that you belong there, with him, at his house, together.

He leans against the wall on his right to get a better view of you as you continue to mix something in the bowl, which he now assumed to be pancake batter if the box next to you is not enough indication.  In this angle, the counter is not a hindrance so he can see the entirety of you, clad in just his oversized shirt that just reach your mid-thighs, so he has a view of your luscious legs.  Your hair is also tied in a bun and the neckline of the shirt had ridden on your right shoulder, exposing the smooth skin there as well as a little of your back and your nape which is not covered with your hair.

A chill run down Mark’s spine when you accidentally dropped the scissors you are holding, bending over to pick it up from the floor and Mark’s mouth watered at the sight of your behind — wanting nothing more than to run his hands over the soft flesh and to knead them until he’s more than satisfied.  His lewd thoughts were interrupted when you stood up and resumed cutting the plastic wrapper of the bacon so that you can start frying them.

Mark tried to wither his mind from the obscene thoughts that are clouding his foggy brain — though he cannot deny that even though you two had made love multiple times last night, he still had managed to sport a semi-erection just seeing you dressed in his shirt and some panties he bought.  

Maybe he is just hungry, though he is trying so hard to convince himself that it is for food, but his dick is saying otherwise.

  “Ah!” You squealed in surprise when you felt two strong arms circling around your waist from behind — ready to slap the intruder on the face with a spatula but when you felt the person’s chin on your shoulder and the feeling of his soft, plump lips grazing your bare neck, you slapped one his arms that are wrapped around you using the wooden utensil instead.

“You scared me!”  You pouted and Mark smiled against your neck, burying his nose deeper against you before breathing in your scent, which you assumed smelled like a mix of butter, eggs, and some processed meat.

“Good morning baby girl—“  Mark mumbles against your neck as you began to flip the first pancake you had cooked — making you smile when you saw the even light brown color on the top part.

“Good morning to you too, handsome — slept well?”  You asked and you giggled when he nodded against your neck, his hold around your waist getting tighter, showing zero intentions of going away anytime soon.

“Alright — I hope you don’t mind me invading your kitchen, love.  Breakfast will be ready soon, and I think the coffee is ready, will you help yourself in making some coffee, hmm?”  You ran your unoccupied hand on top of his arms dearly as you remove the cooked pancake from the pan and transferring it to the empty porcelain next to the stove.

“I don’t want to move.”  He said as he pulled his face away from your neck before burying his nose on your hair. “I want to stay here.”  He mumbled against the crown of your head and you laughed as you pour another mixture on the pan.  You also turned off the stove that cooks the bacons — setting them on the other plate with oil drainers.

“You’re such a baby—“  You giggled when Mark tickled your side a bit.  “And don’t do that— I don’t want to ruin my perfect circle-shaped pancake.” You grabbed his hand that tickled you and he laughs against your hair.  He does it again and you let out another sharp giggle.

“Mark!”

“What?” He answered innocently and you rolled your eyes at him.

“Don’t what what me, stop or pull away from me.”  You said and Mark pouted against your nape.

“Sorry — I won’t move.  But give me that perfect circle-shaped pancake.”  He murmurs and you laughed; amused, before nodding.

“Okay baby. You’ll get it.”

  After tons of convincing, you finally had Mark pull away from you to arrange the table and make some coffee while you cook the remaining batter in the bowl. When you put the pancakes, eggs, bacon, and sliced fruits on the table, you smiled when you saw Mark walking across the counter bringing two mugs of steaming coffee.  The table has a small pitcher of water as well and it’s all set.

You two had eaten in silence; the night prior surely made the two of you really starving that no one dared to talk once you had the food inside your mouths.  Mark even choked at one point by trying to eat half of the pancake portion (he grumbled that he’s too hungry so decided to eat it all at once) and you laughed at him while patting his back and refilling his glass with water.

When you’re done, Mark insisted to wash the plates and the pans, which you told him that you can take care of, but he said that you already cooked breakfast so he needs to do the rest.  You sighed in defeat and just pouted, which he kissed away quickly, making you blush before you proceed in wiping the grubs on the table.

Once you’re done, you sat on the counter on the other side of the sink to watch your boyfriend being overly domestic —washing the plates and pans and you definitely didn’t notice how his tank top would showcase his arm muscles whenever he lathers the sponge over the kitchen items.  You are not sure if Mark is doing it on purpose, but he is flexing his back a little too tight for someone who’s just washing plates; his back muscles ripping against the fabric of his thin tank top.  He even lifted his arms and stretched them above his head before turning from side to side…

He is clearly doing it on purpose.

“What a show off.”  You scoffed under your breath as you sway your legs from where they’re hanging off of the counter, and Mark barks a loud laugh, amazed by how you had caught on his act.

“What are you talking about?”  He asks but he was still laughing; his shoulders shaking in an attempt to muffle his laughs and you just roll your eyes dramatically.  Mark finally finished wiping the last plate as he sets it on the counter before making his way towards you.  He immediately settled in between your legs, like he belongs there, before wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Thank you…” He presses a light kiss on your lips and you smiled against his lips.

“What for?”

“For coming back to me.”  He presses his forehead against yours and you smiled as you bump your nose against his. “For trusting me and for forgiving me, for everything, really.”  He chuckles before pulling away, looking at you deeply with his dark, brown eyes.  “You surely had been even more beautiful than before, ______.”  He says with sincerity that made your heart do flips and making your face two shades darker.  Mark noticed your blush because of your proximity so he hugs you tighter against his body.

“So, so beautiful, and pretty, and lovely — very sexy too.”  He pushes on and you snorted, ducking your face to your chest but Mark is quick to lift your already flaming face by your chin to meet his gaze.

“Don’t go shy on me now.”  He kisses your lips and you just hugged him tighter, burying your face against his neck.

“I love you.” You mumbled against the pale skin in front of you and Mark giggles.

“I love you too, ______.”

“You look more handsome when you were a kid though.”  You puffed and Mark made a noise of disagreement.

“Oh really?” He started and you are already slightly shaking from trying to control your laughter.  “Is that the reason why you almost drooled when you saw me naked last night?  And how my muscles look tight when I stretched them earlier?  I saw you — ____, don’t even deny.”  He blew a raspberry at you and you just shake your head, Mark is such an old child, but you find that you don’t mind.  It is funny that you can switch from being two young adults being so in love with each other to two bickering old children in a second.

“Fine. I appreciated your body, but you were the one who drooled when you saw me naked…”  You tilted your head to the side and Mark was lost at the sight of your neck covered in bruises that he caused, making you bite your lip in victory.  Mark gained control of himself by shaking his head and looking elsewhere.

“Whatever.” He grumbles and you laughed before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him against you for a sweet, longing kiss, which he returned in no time.  His hands roamed over your bare thighs, snaking them inside your shirt to touch the warm, naked skin of your waist, making you moan against his mouth which he gladly swallowed, your fingers threading on his brown hair before gliding them down to his nape and shoulders.

Mark was first to pull away when you two are running short on oxygen — looking at you as if he’s going to bear holes on you, however, he decided to play a little, trying to hold off the animalistic desire bubbling at the bottom of his stomach. He removes his hands from your waist and you whined at the loss of contact, but he immediately wrapped them around you once again before leaning forward to press a kiss on your nose.

“Did you prepare any dessert for me, baby?”  He smirks as he eyes your face and your exposed neck and cleavage, making his throat dry as he fights the urge to just bury his face there all at once. You shared the same smug smile Mark is wearing as you caught on the invisible hook, line, and sinker.

“It depends on how you like your dessert to be…”  You smiled as you run your fingers through his brown locks; tugging at his follicles softly but enough to make Mark let out small groans, before massaging the back of his neck.  “We have some cookies on the jar to your right…”  You bite your lower lip and Mark desperately wants to do that instead.  “There’s a cake in the refrigerator too?”  You licked your lower lip before accidentally dropping the neckline of your shirt to the side, revealing your collarbone and shoulder as well as the upper part of your breast and if you noticed that Mark’s hold around your waist tightened and his breaths slightly quickened, you didn’t say anything.

“Or…” You leaned forward as you press your chest against Mark’s — causing a groan to bubble out of Mark’s throat at the feeling of your breasts clashing against his clothed chest, his eyes dilated and burning with restrained lust, but he didn’t say anything, waiting for your next move or words as he licks his suddenly dry lips.  You kissed the side of his jaw before trailing more kisses at the side of his face until you reach his ear, whispering in the sultriest and breathless voice you can manage.

“Or you can have me.”

Mark wasn’t able to hold himself back any longer at that statement — immediately cupping your face with his hands and mashing his lips with yours, kissing you fervidly, his tongue finding its way inside your equally eager mouth.  His hands went down to grope your ass through your shirt and knickers, making you squeal against his mouth as he sucks on your tongue before nibbling on your lips until they’re raw, red, and slightly swollen, your grip on his shoulders tight and your nails digging against his skin, adding more fuel to the already burning fire within Mark.

“Damnit baby—“ Mark kisses you again before lifting you off of the counter without pulling his lips away from yours, blindly navigating towards the direction of the living room.  Luckily, you two had managed to get to the living room without bumping into any walls or decorations that might cause some physical damage, though he did make a stop at the hall way to messily make out with you even more, dropping his face your neck to your collarbone, before walking towards the living room once again, stopping when he felt the familiar leather material of the couch against his knees.  

Mark pulls away from the hickey that he is making at the base of your collarbone before setting you down on the couch gently.  Mark takes a moment to admire your flushed face, disheveled hair, as well as your ruined shirt. You put on a sexy smirk when you met Mark’s gaze and he growls with need when you slowly spread your legs, placing your feet flat on the carpet before sliding down the couch a little.

“Fuck—“ Mark quickly pounces on top of you, kissing you for whatever you’re worth, his hands snaking inside your shirt to cup your breasts firmly, his thumbs rubbing your nipples in steadfast, circular motions and all your whines and moans of pleasure are immediately being swallowed by the man above you.

“Fuck!” Mark pulls away from your lips to lift your shirt just enough to free your breasts.  He licks his lips before flashing you a playful grin, ducking his head to enclose one of the hardened nubs inside his hot, wet mouth.

“Mark — fuck!”  The brunette bites and sucks on your nipple hungrily while the other one is being massaged and fondled with equal intensity and you can feel your wetness soaking your knickers and you’re dying to have some friction against your center, so you arch your back and grinded against Mark’s crotch, making you wail when you felt his hard on against the inside of your thigh.

“You’re so hard, Mark.”  You moaned when Mark switched sides, sucking on your other nub so, so hard making your eyes roll at the back of your head while his hips started to meet your not-so-subtle grinds, dry humping you while he continues to suck on your nipple like a hungry baby.

Mark pulls away from your swollen breasts and he smiles as breathes in your wrecked from beneath him as he grinds against your core once more, making you bite your lower lip and press your center closer to his.  He detaches his hips from yours to lean on his knee at the edge of the couch, and he chuckles when you whimpered at the loss of contact.  He kisses the middle of your chest before trailing more kisses downwards to your torso.

“Patience, baby girl.”  He nibbles at the skin of your stomach before kissing lower and lower until he reaches the waistband of your knickers.  He presses a wet kiss where your skin met the waistband and you shivered with want, your hand immediately flying to his hair.  He licks his lips when he saw a patch of wetness against the center of your knickers and he rubs his thumb over it, making you sob when the pad of his finger brushed against your clothed clit.

“You’re so fucking wet, baby…”  Mark groans as he continues to rub you through your knickers.

“Mark — please.”  You are grinding against his thumb earnestly and Mark smirks but he pulls his finger away after leaving a few more fleeing touches.  You are about to protest and question why he stopped but it was gone immediately when Mark takes your knickers off — sliding it down your legs before grabbing your arms to heave you in a sitting position.

“Turn around for me, baby girl.”  He mumbles and you obliged quickly, turning around and kneeling on the couch, separating your legs as far as you can, and pressing your knees on the back of the couch.  You mewled when your sensitive nipples hit the cold, smooth surface of the furniture, which only heightened when Mark suddenly grabs your ass, kneading the globes of muscle and he groans when he sees you squirm at the touch.  His hands went down a little further until he reaches your inner thighs, pushing your folds further apart, which made him sigh and curse at the sight of your overly wet core right in front of him.

“You’re dripping so, so much¸ baby girl.”  He gulps heavily upon seeing your pink twitch when his hot breaths grazes it, along with your juices that are dripping down your thighs.  Without hesitation, he sticks his tongue out and lapped up the juices that run down your thighs up to where the actual source of the sweet liquid is.

“You’re so sweet…”  He licks your hole languidly before delivering a soft suck on your lower lips. “So fucking sweet…”

“M-Mark…” You moaned aloud when Mark wraps both of his arms around your thighs before burying his face on your dripping folds, placing his mouth on top of your throbbing clit before delivering hard, fast, and wet suctions on the bundle of nerves — causing your hips to grind against his mouth at their own accord.

“S-shit!” Your hand flew behind you to settle on top of Mark’s head, craning your head back to meet the hungry and dark look on Mark’s eyes as he continues to suck on your clit.  “Ri-right there… Holy shit.”  Your head fell back when Mark circled your clit with his tongue, before running the soft muscle up and down your folds, nipping at your inner lips before dragging his tongue from your wet hole and back up to your clit again, his nose prodding your entrance and it is just too much to take all at once.

“M-Mark… Oh my God, Mark…”  Mark smirks against your center before resuming on sucking your clit harshly, the wet sounds of his filthy mouth devouring your clit ringing against your ears and he was becoming even more aroused with the sounds of pleasure you’re letting out from the back of your throat.

“FUCK!” Mark bites on your sensitive clit before sucking on it again, this time, he didn’t hold back, he suck harder and harder, your thighs and legs shaking against his arms at the intensity of his suctions and slurps and you tried to press your legs together but Mark’s hold around thighs disables you from moving, he even tightened his hold to tell you wordlessly to just take it.

“I’m cumming, oh my God Mark please don’t st—“  A screamed ripped out of your throat when your orgasm suddenly hit you out of nowhere, your insides releasing waves and waves of hot, white pleasure as Mark continues to suck your pulsating clit, adding his tongue to the mix by rolling it against the bundle of nerves alternately, heightening your already top of the notch peak.  You buried your face against the back of the couch as Mark continues the harsh movements of his tongue and lips.

“Goddamnit — MARK — let me ride this out, holy fuck!” Mark didn’t stop licking your clit as you try to wiggle your hips to avoid his mouth, as you let out uneven, loud breaths and moans, his continued assault on your sensitive clit making your whole body burn as if you’re caught in a huge wild fire.  Your toes are curling against the sole of your feet and your nails are scratching the expensive leather of the couch, but you or Mark do not give a single shit as he continues eat you out while you’re still climaxing.  The wet, slurping sounds of his mouth and tongue lapping up your center and your juices as well as your moans and cries of pleasure are the only sounds you can hear — and it seems to be the same with Mark because you can feel him humming against you while he continues to devour your dripping center.

“Pl—“ You bit your lip so hard and leaned your forehead against the leather material in front you when Mark inserted his tongue inside your hole, swirling and circling his tongue inside you before he started fucking you with it — moving the wet muscle in and out of your hole and he groans against you when you unconsciously moved your hips back to meet his thrusts.

“Holy shi—“ Two of Mark’s fingers were suddenly on top of your engorged clit, flicking and rubbing the bundle of nerves in hard, tight, and small circles — causing your knees and legs to buckle heavily, your hands gripping the leather couch so tight that your knuckles had turn white.  It also didn’t help that Mark had buried his tongue and face deeper into you; his tongue hitting a hidden nerve inside you and in just a few more thrusts of his tongue into that spot, along with the non-stop movements of his fingers on your clit, you came once again, your orgasm eating your insides up; your whole body writhing and trembling densely, streaks of white, hot pleasure coursing through every nerve in your body.

“Fuck—“ Mark finally pulls his mouth away from your still pulsating lips, his arm wrapping around you since your wobbly legs proved to be unreliable at this state.  He kisses both of your ass cheeks before pulling your shirt up and kissing your spine, helping your still quaking body relax by massaging your sides.

“That was so hot…”  Mark kisses your exposed nape before chuckling against your neck.  “That was the best dessert ever.” You can’t help but blush at his words and you let out a small laugh when Mark hugs you from behind as you try to catch your breath and come down from your high.

“Damn it.” You chuckled and Mark smirks against your neck.

“I know I’m good…”  He kisses your temple and you laughed before playfully slapping his arm.  Since Mark had made you feel so, so good, you thought that you need to return the favor.  You turn around slowly before sitting on the couch comfortably while Mark is still standing in front of you.  You flashed him a wicked smile — making Mark raise his eyebrows at you. All of a sudden, you pulled his arm so that he sits next to you before standing up and kneeling in front of him.

“Now…” You ran your fingers on top of Mark’s thighs before reaching the band of his sweatpants and boxers, hooking your fingers inside before slowly pulling them down his legs; freeing the rigid muscle from its restraints, making you lick your lips before looking up to your lover.

“It’s time for my dessert.”

More sexy times on the next chapter, I promise!

[fcklifeex]

Dean Ambrose - Request 3

Request: Hey there darling ! First off I’d like to say I love your work. Secondly I was wondering if you could a Dean Ambrose x reader where the reader is the Bella Twins’ younger sister and secretly dating Dean and Nikki and Brie and a bunch of the other women on the roster find out on Total Divas or something ? Fluff and all that good warm fuzzy stuff ? (If not I’m sorry for bugging you ❤️)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Total Divas - Episode 1

Interview Segment: “Hi!” I gave a little wave to the camera. “I’m Y/N and I’m a WWE Diva. I’m 28 years old and as most of you know, I’m Brie and Nikki Bella’s little sister. Being in the business with my older sisters has its ups and downs. In real life, the twins usually outnumbered me so things went their way but when I came into the WWE, that wasn’t the case. I chose make a name for myself separately and so far I’d say I’ve done pretty well.

I never would’ve thought that I’d been working for WWE much less that I would’ve been a Diva’s Champion not once but twice and to top it all off, I’m dating the WWE World Heavyweight Champion - Dean Ambrose.”

My cheeks turned pink as I blushed and I couldn’t help but smile offering a shrug to the camera. “It’s great.”

---

“Dean!” I called out walking through the front door making my way towards the kitchen.

Catching my breath from my run, I walked into my bathroom to wash the sweat off my face. The Vegas heat was cruel this time of year but I saw it as a way of building endurance.

“Dean!” I yelled out again, walking into the kitchen only to see a trail of clothes leading out towards the backyard.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed a bottle of water, taking a sip before I followed the trail out into the backyard where I saw him swimming in the pool.

Interview Segment: Unbeknownst to almost everyone, Dean and I have been dating for a little over 2 years now. We bought a home together about a year into our relationship and it’s our own little escape from the 300-plus days on the road.

“Hey babe.” He smiled at me as he swam to the edge. “How was the run?”

“It was alright. Mind telling me why you’re in the pool in boxers?” I laughed, approaching him.

“Well, I worked out and I was going to take a shower, but then I heard the pool calling my name. You know I can’t resist that…” I laughed and he reached for my ankle. “And now you’re going to join me.”

“Ahh!” I laughed, backing away. “Like hell I am. These leggings are brand new.”

He cocked his head to the side before a smirk crossed his face. “They make your ass look great.” He replied then he was all of a sudden out of the water. “But you’re getting in this pool one way or another.”

“Dean!” I squealed, laughing as I tried to run away around the pool.

He chased after me, wrapping his arms around my waist and lifting me up into the air.

“No! Don’t you dare suplex me, Dean Ambrose!” I warned but he called my bluff, throwing both of us in the pool.

---

“Drinks and Karaoke?” I asked, throwing on an ACDC tank top.

Dean laughed, tying his sneakers. I slipped into my boots and walked closer to him so he could tie them for me. “We’ll be on the road for the next three weeks, Josh and Mel wanted to hang out before then so this is what I picked.” He replied, standing up from the bed to kiss me.

“God, you’re amazing!” I smiled as he spun me around.

After meeting our friends at the bar, we all let loose with a couple of drinks while catching up with them regarding family and and work. Dean threw his arm around me, keeping me tucked into his side while we all hung out, ordering us two more shots of whiskey which we downed pretty quickly.

“Dean and Y/N? You’re up next, here’s the song book.” One of the staff said, handing us a binder full of songs.

Dean placed it in front of us flipping through the laminated pages. “What’re you feeling like this time?”

“Ooh! They got Rebel Yell.” I pointed at the song name on the list.

He laughed, nodding his head. “Billy Idol for the win.”

Once the other couple finished, we walked up, grabbing the mics. Dean cleared his throat, shaking his legs to gain some adrenaline before he looked over at me with a wink.

The music started and on que, Dean began to sing.

“Last night a little dancer, came dancin’ to my door. Last night a little angel, came pumping on the floor. She said -”

I danced around him, bobbing my head to the music before joining him on the verse. “Come on baby I’ve got a license for love, and if it expires, pray help from above.”

“Because -”

I shook out my hair before singing with him. 

“In the midnight hour, she cried more, more, more!” We sang together, laughing and bobbing along to the music. “With a rebel yell - she cried more more more!”

Interview segment: Our favorite thing is karaoke. Both of us are music junkies and we get really into it. We’re always dancing and singing oldies in the car or at home - wherever. It’s one of the things that’s always bonded us.

The song came to an end and everyone cheered as Dean pulled me into his arms giving me a gentle headbutt before kissing me and returning to our seats.

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��Pizza’s here!” Dean said, walking out to our backyard and setting the box down on the table. Pulling two bottles of beer out of the pockets of his shorts, he sat down beside me, grabbing a slice. “You all packed for tomorrow? Flight’s at 4:40 in the morning.”

“I’m packed, just my toothbrush and dry shampoo.” I replied, grabbing a slice and putting my feet up on the table looking through my phone.

“Ugh, i hate when you use that, your hair just feels like powder.” He replied, making a face, before taking a bite out of his pizza.

“We can’t all be lucky as lucky as you, walking around all greasy headed.” I retorted.

“They don’t call me the lunatic fringe for nothing.” He laughed.

“Hey look!” I said, showing him my phone. “There’s finally a new Lore podcast.”

“Do you wanna save it for tomorrow on the plane or -“

“No way, I’ve been waiting way too long.” I shook my head. “Besides, i already filled me laptop full of Ghost Adventures and Unsolved Mysteries to keep us busy the next few weeks.”

“That’s my girl.” He smiled, grabbing another slice.

After eating, he laid down beside me on the patio sofa, both of us with one headphone in as we looked at the string-lit trees listening to the spooky stories on the podcast.

I curled into his arms, my legs resting on his lap as he traced circles on my back with his fingertips. He laid his head on mine, kissing my hair softly as he held me close.

Interview Segment: See, people have this expectation of wrestlers that they’re always eccentric and hyper like we are during shows. Well while that is the case at times, we’re also human. Dean and I might be at the height of our careers but we’re just like everyone else.

We like listening to music and scaring ourselves with horror movies. We binge on pizza on the few nights we’re home because neither of us feel like cooking. We go out and embarrass ourselves with friends. Hopefully all this gets to give you guys a peak at how we are outside of the ring.

Monday Night Raw - Backstage Screening

“Well?” Sean asked, looking at the room full of Divas but all of their eyes were on me.

Tonight we got to screen the first episode of Total Divas Season 6. The screening however was shown to us during a Monday Night Raw show, which meant any Diva and Superstar that wasn’t busy could drop in and watch if they wanted too.

“What...the...fuck, Y/N!” Nikki hit me in the arm while both her and Brie demanded answers.

Unfortunately, I was going to catch a whole lot of heat seeing as nobody knew Dean and I were dating. Until right now.

For the last 2 years we were able to keep it on the low. We had our home in Vegas. We had our own group of friends we hung out with that weren’t in the WWE. During shows we’d arrive separately, we never really ran into each other and we’d only meet back up in the hotel room. It was the only way to make it all work between super crazed fans of both of ours as well as my nosy family.

See, while I adored my friends, family, and fans - they could be overbearing at times which is why we kept it to ourselves. We were extremely private about our personal lives and aside from the company execs, nobody had known. Even the company had been kept in the dark until we had to go update our addresses when we moved into our home.  

Then WWE decided I needed to be on Total Divas. They said they wanted to add fuel to one of Dean’s upcoming storylines and since I’d appeared in background scenes of the show every so often with the Twins, they thought the show would be the perfect way to do that - despite all of our protests.

But once the decision was made, Dean and I talked and decided we would give it our all. If it had to be shown, they were going to see us on our terms and get a real glimpse at our relationship. It was only for one season and people were bound to find out anyway.

“What?” I asked, trying to play dumb but this time Brie took a turn to hit me in the arm.

“When the hell did you start dating Dean?” She asked, placing her hands on her hips.

I shrugged, rubbing my arms in the spots they’ve hit. “Chill - I don’t know exactly when. We just were talking all the time and then we were together all the time, and then we bought a house - it just kinda happened.”

“You BOUGHT the house?! Buying a house with someone doesn’t just ‘kinda’ happen, Y/N” Nikki said wide-eyed. “How could you keep this from us?”

“Is that why you never invite us over to visit you in Vegas?” Brie asked, just as bewildered.

“You’ve literally watched me flirt with Dean every chance I get - how could you never have said anything?!” Renee said while Naomi and Natalya laughed.

“Guys relax - it’s not that serious.” I shook my head. “Dean and I -” “How could you call that not being serious?!” Nikki interrupted.

“No - not that - it’s just -”

“Just what?” They said together, interrupting me again.

“Woah - what’s going on in here?” Dean asked, stepping into the room with Roman.

I opened my mouth to speak but Brie answered instead. “You’ve been dating Y/N this whole time?!”

He looked at me instantly then at the TV with a Total Divas screen paused.

“Oh.” Dean shrugged, eatting something then coming around to throw his arm over my shoulder, offering me some of the starburst chews he had in his hand. “Well guess the cat’s outta the bag.”

“You guys are so cute together! How could you keep this from everybody?” Nattie asked looking between the two of us. I grabbed a piece of candy, tossing it into my mouth before looking at everyone. “Guys - it’s not a big deal. We just went with the flow, this is where it led us. We just share so much of everything all the time, we wanted to keep this between us. And I mean, Brie - you’re so caught up with Brian and Nikki’s so caught up with John, all you guys do is talk about them to anyone that’ll listen. I’ve just never been like that. What Dean and I have …”

“Is pretty kickass.” Dean said, finishing my sentence as he looked down at me with a smile.

“That is adorable.” Naomi nodded. “Good for you guys.”

“I just feel like we’re so out of touch with our own sister.” Brie pouted.

“Everything just makes so much sense now.” Nikki finally gave in with a small smile. “Missing from holiday get togethers - never hanging out after work…” “We just wanted to keep it to ourselves for a little while.” I looked up at Dean, turning to wrap my arms around his waist as he hugged me into his chest. “We knew you’d have to find out eventually and we figured at least this way we could show you instead.

Dean smiled down at me, leaning his head down to kiss me for the first time in front of people. “What can I say, I wanted her to myself for a little while. I love her.”

“AWWWWH!” They all said, watching us.

I kissed him back as my cheeks flushed red in blush before everyone came around to hug us.

**GIFS not mine

I hope you enjoyed, as always - let me know if you have a request.

[keichanz]

Advance

This is for my love @echobows​ and the prompt she sent me because I love her, she is amazing and deserves the world. <3

This can be considered a part two to her fanfic Growth, where Kagome asks Sango to train her and Miroku learns the hard way why it’s not a good idea to sneak up on her hahaha. You don’t have to read it first, but I highly recommend it! And because she’s so awesome she even managed to sneak in some InuKag fluff too! Check it out, you won’t be disappointed! Here it is on FFnet if you’d rather read it there.

I hope you enjoy this doll! <3<3<3

On an irrelevant note, I AM NOT GOOD AT FIGHTING SCENES. THIS WAS SO FUCKING HARD TO WRITE. I DON’T DO FIGHTS. I DO SEX. I WRITE THE SEX BUT NO FIGHTING I’M SO GLAD THIS IS DONE. 

“I bet I can kick your ass, dogboy.”

Dark brows rose up into a fringe of silver bangs as amber eyes flashed with thinly veiled amusement. Twin ears flicked atop his head and a pair of arms rose to fold almost haughtily across a chest toned from years of hard battling and exertion.  He didn’t answer her right away, instead taking the opportunity to slowly trek his gaze down her body, silently appraising what he saw. He had to admit; all of her hard work with Sango had definitely paid off. Gone was the soft schoolgirl he’d met years ago, and in her place stood a strong, subtly muscled young woman without an ounce of fat on her. He new from experience her waist had shrunk and toned up, her thighs had firmed and even her arms had a bit more muscle definition in them. Of course she was still soft and feminine where it counted, but he couldn’t say he disagreed with her decision to train, and he couldn’t be more proud of her.

Finally he lifted his gaze and gold collided with slightly arrogant dark brown. The corner of his mouth kicked up in a smirk as he drawled, “You think so, huh?”

 Kagome’s eyes glinted impishly at him as she damn near purred back, “Oh, I don’t think. I know.”  Then she crossed her arms, cocked a hip, and raised an infuriating eyebrow at him, a silent challenge.

 Inuyasha didn’t know if it was his instincts or simple male pride that goaded him into accepting, but he did all the same and wordlessly, keeping his eyes on hers, Inuyasha untied his robes, shrugged out of them, then carelessly tossed the garments to the side. “Alright, little girl,” he growled, rolling his shoulders. “Let’s see how tough you are.”

 Absolutely delighted and trying not to gawk at her husband’s muscled chest and abs, Kagome grinned and followed suit on disrobing, shrugging out of her light kosode and tossing it aside, revealing the simple wrap around her chest she’d been using as of late. It was lightweight and didn’t restrict movement while she trained so it was her homemade version of a sports bra.

 She didn’t miss the way Inuyasha eyed her bared stomach appreciatively and her grin morphed into a smirk as she sunk into a sparring stance, legs apart, knees bent, hands raised. Kagome watched him to the same and a tiny thrill traveled through her body at the almost predatory look in his eyes.

 Inclining her head, Kagome breathed, “Come at me, Inuyasha,” and braced herself.

 Golden eyes flashed, fangs were bared in a lethal grin, and faster than a blink he shot forward, prepared to take his wife down to the ground in a single swipe.

 He was not expecting to encounter empty air, however, his hand making contact with the space Kagome had been standing in a second prior. Quickly he spun around and just narrowly missed the punch aimed at his face by ducking and retaliating by driving forwards and shoving his shoulder into her stomach. Kagome grunted and used the momentum to hitch herself up onto his shoulders, roll over his back into a perfectly executed somersault then landed gracefully on her feet behind him.

 Slightly impressed, Inuyasha didn’t give her time to recover before he was coming at her again, sweeping out his leg to knock her off her feet but again his wife surprised him by deftly leaping out of the way and responding with a swift kick to his side with enough strength to maybe leave a tiny bruise. Maybe. Frowning, a tad put out, Inuyasha turned, made to grab her around the waist and hoist her over his shoulder, but his sneaky little wife bested him again and ducked below his grasping arms, hooked her fingers into the waistband of his hakama, and threw her weight to the side to in turn throw his balance off. Predictably he stumbled and she released him in time to avoid the upper cut she was sure he’d only deployed as a reflex.

 Getting annoyed now – just when the hell did his mate get so fast? – Inuyasha scowled and turned to regard her silently and he fumed even more to see her standing there completely unwinded, calm as you please and staring at him with a smirk that looked awfully familiar. “Something the matter, Inuyasha?” she had the gall to ask him and his eyebrow twitched. “And here I thought you wouldn’t hold back on your wife.” She sighed, and Inuyasha really didn’t like the glint in her eye as she cooed, “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of getting beaten by a girl, Inuyasha. That’s adorable.”

 Inuyasha gaped at her. She did not.

 Kagome smiled sweetly, fluttered her lashes, and blew him a kiss.

 She did.

 Inuyasha’s eyes narrowed and a low rumble thundered in his chest. “That’s it,” he growled and he sprung forward; Kagome barely managed to dodge with a yelp and then suddenly she was avoiding swings left and right, doing some fancy footwork in order to miss his feet that kept trying to knock her off of hers and yet the entire time she was smiling because this is what she’d wanted!

 Laughing in pure delight, her bright expression completely at odds with Inuyasha’s determined scowl, Kagome gave as good as she got, darting in with quick jabs and kicks while simultaneously blocking and eluding any of her husband’s attempts to splay her on the ground, keeping his claws away from her skin at all times. There were a few close claws, to which he always had a mini panic attack, but his nimble wife always managed to escape with scant few centimeters and he could breath again and concentrate on their spar.

 They were so absorbed in their scrape that they failed to notice the two onlookers who drew ever closer, one face filled with pride while the other unabashed amusement, both of them silently rooting for the smaller of the duo.

 Several more intense moments passed of the two of them dancing around each other, dodging, sweeping in, jumping back, aiming a punch, and repeat and by now Kagome was starting to breathe a little heavier now, sweat dotting her brow and running down her temples. She was immensely pleased to see that Inuyasha was in similar straights, sweat glistening on his chest and dampening his silver hair to his forehead. Still, it would be best if she wrapped this up, and soon because she knew her mate and also knew that his endurance far outweighed her own, no matter how much progress she’d made in Sango’s training. Long, sweaty nights told her intimately how much stamina he possessed, but now was definitely not the time to be reflecting on that.

 Blessedly, it was only a moment or two later that she found her opening and she was a little surprised she hadn’t noticed earlier. One of Inuyasha’s favorite maneuvers was an intimidation tactic, she was sure, which was to dart in really close, crowding her, and cage her with his arms, but not wrap them around her. She suspected it was used to make her fumble, forget herself, but it hadn’t worked thus far. She supposed Sango’s training really had paid off if all she was focused on was the fight and not her sexy husband’s gloriously sweaty body so close to hers.

 This time, however…she’d let him think he’d finally gained he upper hand.

 So when Inuyasha suddenly charged forward and stretched his arms out on either side of her, Kagome fought against the initial reflex to flee and instead purposely blundered like he expected her to, pretending to misstep and “fall” back into him. Surprised, but reacting swiftly, Inuyasha snapped his arms around her upper chest and shoulders and Kagome just managed to pivot her hips in the right direction before she was hauled against him, his groin snug with the outside of her hip and her right arm poised to snake under his left arm.

 A dark, slightly husky chuckle sounded right next to her ear, her mate’s warm breath ghosting over her skin and eliciting a very real shiver. “Gotcha now, wench,” he growled and made the grave mistake of loosening his hold, thinking he’d already won this scrapping match. Kagome let him think that and allowed herself to enjoy their proximity for a minute or two, knowing she could end this any time she wanted.

 “Oh, no,” she murmured as Inuyasha nuzzled the shell of her ear, so absorbed in his apparent victory that he completely missed her soft words. “Whatever shall I do?” Then, with a wicked grin, Kagome abruptly bent forward, dragging the hanyou at her back with her and she heard his soft grunt of surprise as she dug her hip into his pelvis, feeling his heavy weight drape over her back and with a mighty heave and a rough cry, Kagome threw her much heavier half-demon husband over her shoulder and onto the ground.

 Inuyasha wasn’t quite sure how it happened. One minute he had his delicious smelling wife trapped against him quite nicely and was nuzzling her ear, about to suggest they take their antics to a more private setting, and then the next he was suddenly staring up at the sky, dazed and truth be told, a little sore.  And as realization slowly dawned that his small wife had indeed kicked his ass, so too did he realize that there were others who had witnessed his defeat as the sound of hysterical laughter penetrated his stunned thoughts.

 Rolling his eyes, Inuyasha sighed then scowled as he turned his head to regard the stupidly laughing monk, bent over and holding his stomach and loud guffaws continued to escape him, face red, tears leaking from his eyes. Vaguely he was aware of Kagome squealing in delight and from his peripheral he could see her bouncing in front of Sango excitedly, exclaiming about her victory and generally just being so damn happy that Inuyasha couldn’t find it in him to be mad. He sighed and closed his eyes, figuring it wouldn’t hurt to let his mate have her bragging rights. Just this one time, though. Next time – and there would be a next time – he’d show her a thing or two about sparring, and if he planned it right, it would end up with them in naked and in bed.

 Miroku’s obnoxious laughter interrupted that particular daydream and Inuyasha scowled again, opening his eyes and glaring at his supposed “friend.” “Shut up, monk,” he growled, annoyed that he found his defeat so hilarious.

 Miroku, of course, ignored him and continued cackling. “How’s it feel, asshole?!” he managed to gasp out between laughs. “What was it you told me? ‘You got your ass handed to you!’” Doubling over again, he continued to taunt and snort, making a complete fool out of himself in Inuyasha’s opinion, while the girls completely ignored them and went over the fight, Sango pointing out her strengths and commenting on certain moves while also praising and giving advice.

  Groaning, Inuyasha let his head drop to the hard ground and tossed an arm over his eyes, wondering why he had ever accepted his wife’s challenge.

[prinanalogicality]

Kitty Anxiety

I am a huge fan of an AU where Anxiety is half cat, like a neko, so I wanted to just make a drabble piece that is all about Anxiety being a total and complete cutie kitty guy. 

Just a side note, I messed up my wrist real bad so I have a bit of a hard time typing. That being said, I’m super sorry if I don’t upload quite as often! I have several drafts, I’ll work on them as I go along, but even typing this was tough

AO3 link here.

My amazing friend @notallpotatoesarefrenchfries made super cute art of the kitty Anxiety idea!

Summary: A series of drabble-like pieces of Anxiety being half cat.

Pairing: Prinxiety-centric! Fluffy and cute stuff. Also, light background logicality!

Not even Logan can explain what happened.

One day Anxiety was as normal as the others in appearance. The next he woke up with cat ears, a tail, and an affinity for being pet, napping, and being thoroughly entertained by the movement of a pendulum or a laser pointer (to which Morality will not let that go).

“I do not see a blaring cause of the ailment, but I shall look into it. Something must have caused it,” Logan had said.

Morality finds Anxiety with cat tendencies to be adorable.

Logan finds it to be fascinating, and, though he will never admit it, quite precious.

Roman, who thought his beloved was cute to begin with, is often overwhelmed with cute by the development.

Anxiety simply wants to sleep.

The home within Thomas’s mind space is quiet, save for the sound of soft humming, purring, and the occasional hiss coming from the living room area.

Roman, sat on the sofa, looks at his lap with fondness, eyes roving over the fluffy head of hair resting on his thigh. His fingers card through said thick locks, pausing briefly to scratch behind perky cat-esque ears before moving on, repeating the process over and over. There, lying on the sofa, rests his boyfriend, the source of the purring. His eyes are closed, his face is free of makeup (Roman refused to risk foundation smearing on his immaculate trousers), revealing the healthy flush on his cheeks. He looks like an angel - but Roman knows the truth.

He bites back a grin as he pulls his hand away from his lover’s head, watching with keen interest as Anxiety almost immediately rouses from his content state, eyes opening and glaring up at him. His lips pull back in a hiss, revealing the sharp canine teeth he has.

“Stopping is a no.”

Anxiety shifts to reach up with curled fingers covered by his sleeves, his sweater paws settling on either side of Roman’s wrist. He tugs, craning his neck to convey to Roman what it is that he wants. In turn, Roman laughs, lowering his hand back to push Anxiety’s fringe from his eyes, the expression of his boyfriend melting back into content.

“I love you.”

“If you did, you wouldn’t keep stopping.”

“Are you not going to say it back?”

“It’s an understood thing.”

“How is that comfortable?”

Morality enters the living room with Logan, both eyeing the form sleeping on the back of the sofa.

“I do not believe that it would be a satisfying position for you or myself to be lying in, but his body chemistry has shifted to personify that of a human and a cat. Perhaps that could contribute to why he is pleased to lie there.” Logan responds, pushing his glasses up further on the bridge of his nose. “I do not suggest that we pause to rouse him from his rest in order to inquire about this, though. We may ask when he arises naturally.”

“Good plan. Let’s just go back to my room! We can snuggle!” Morality reaches out to grasp Logan’s hand, giggling as he pulls the intelligent trait along.

Anxiety yawns, sitting on the counter in the kitchen, sipping at his glass of milk. Morality is beside him, cooking pancakes, occasionally cracking jokes. 

“How do you make a pancake smile? You butter him up!” “Thin French pancakes give me the crepes.” “What is the best pancake topping? More pancakes!” The delighted giggles from the male bring small smiles to the morose trait’s lips, despite his urge to cringe at the dad-like comedy.

Anxiety’s ears twitch and perk up at the sound of whistling coming from another room, slowly getting louder, meaning the whistler is approaching - and he immediately knows it is Roman. He sets his mug aside and hops off of the counter, fingers already itching to cuddle up to his boyfriend (something he used to be able to control but, ever since the cat development, he has been attaching himself to Roman’s side more often). But, when Roman enters the room, Anxiety’s eyes are automatically drawn to it.

Held in Roman’s left hand is a thin black stick, about six inches in length, but what is attached to the stick is what gains Anxiety’s attention. There is a long, white fluffy material, about eighteen inches, in which every flick of Roman’s wrist causes the fluff to shift and twirl about, and all Anxiety can think about is how much he wants to catch the floof.

He reaches out for the end of the fluff, only for Roman to cruelly flick it away, expression amused. Anxiety, in turn, pouts, trying again, and again, and again. Roman simply watches, entertained, enjoying the sight of Anxiety’s pupils blown wide with interest and a childlike excitement in his movements.

No one likes this cat thing as much as Roman does.

“Did you just bite me?”

“You stopped again.”

“Anxiety? Anxiety, where are you?” Roman calls out in concern, walking down the steps to the living room. He has checked his room, the bathroom, Anxiety’s room - really, the entire upstairs, along with the living room and the kitchen downstairs. But, no matter where he looks, he cannot seem to find his boyfriend. “Anxiety, this isn’t funny, love. Where are you hiding?”

Roman is not met with a verbal answer, but instead, he sees a tail peeking out from beneath the coffee table in front of the sofa. Approaching the table, he crouches down, viewing Anxiety sleeping, curled up in the tightest ball possible, laid on a pile of carefully arranged pillows and blankets.

The sight is so adorable that Roman doesn’t even question when, why, or how. All he does is carefully scoop him up to carry him back to his room, where they can snuggle and take a cat nap together.

There is something about Roman’s voice that simply calms Anxiety. To him, Roman is home. Roman is his love, his universe, his go-to. Roman puts him at a peace he has never known, and no matter the topic - Roman could talk about the specifics of how cheese molds and Anxiety would hang on every word, taking each one in and simply basking in the glory that is his prince.

That is why Roman cannot just sit anywhere.

He sits and boom, Anxiety is there, settling on his lap. The sofa could be empty, the entirety of the bed could be available, but Anxiety craves Roman’s touch. He always has, but now, it makes his body ache when he goes without Roman’s caresses for too long.

Anxiety just loves to be close to him, to listen to him, to be reminded that he has an amazing, loving boyfriend.

Logan cannot sleep.

Roman, being Roman, had left to go on a quest two days ago, and he plans to be back the next afternoon. He made Logan and Morality aware of his trip, how long it would be, when he would be back, but he did not want them to tell Anxiety. He wanted to surprise the male with his return, and at the moment, Logan is cursing his promise to keep it a secret.

He can hear Anxiety’s lonely mewling (more like screeching) from down the hall. His door is closed, he made sure Anxiety’s door is closed, and despite the barriers, the boy’s voice just keeps carrying. Logan truly does enjoy Anxiety’s company, but Anxiety suffering from Roman withdrawals is downright unbearable. Perhaps, if Anxiety was aware of Roman’s return the next day, he would not be quite so upset.

Curse Logan’s honor.

He drinks plenty of coffee the next morning.

“Anxiety? My love, I have returned!”

Footsteps in quick succession, a bright smile, a surprised “oof!” as one is tackled to the ground.

“Darling, I was only gone a few days-”

Purring, soft mewling, gentle nuzzles.

“You know, Logan.” Roman speaks up, grinning as Anxiety perks up at the sound of his voice, looking up at him.

“Yes?” Logan hums a bit in response, looking up from his novel. Morality also turns his attention to Roman, leaning back against Logan’s chest.

“I am unsure if whether you were trying to come up with a solution for Anxiety’s current, you know, affliction. But, I do believe that it is unnecessary.”

Anxiety immediately rolls his eyes and mutters to Roman about how it actually sucks to be more tired than usual and that he hates being so easily distracted - but then Roman’s fingers deftly scratch beneath his chin and he goes quiet, the purring beginning.

Logan smiles to himself. He never had any plans to get rid of Anxiety’s cat-like qualities, nor does he plan to.

Roman smiles, kissing the crown of Anxiety’s head, lying in bed with him. “I love you, my kitten.”

[demialwrites]

That’s Touching Ch 12

Link to AO3 Page

"Everything's fine," you informed Genji.

He didn't exactly disagree with you, but he didn't agree either. You wish he would, because you couldn't even convince yourself everyone was fine out there. Something seemed so off, and you couldn't figure out what it was. Which was strange, because you were alone, inside the Orca. The only danger you were in was if you ran out of diapers.

"You're adorable, and I love you, but I wish you were back to your old self."

"He is cute. Tell me Shifter, why is a baby here?"

Sombra voice made you jump. So you were right. Something was off. She must have snuck in when the door opened initially, when everyone went out.

The way she spoke, as if she belonged here, made your skin prickle with irritation. Lucky for you, she made the mistake of thinking her surprise would result in you just sitting there, stunned. She was wrong. You immediately stood, shifting to Genji, and moved to block her view of him. Your hand went to your wakazashi.

"Sombra is in the Orca," you said into the comm.

"Tsk tsk tsk. That was a mistake," she scolded, raising her machine pistol, "Sure, you could deflect my bullets, but my gun sprays so many. Who's to say a few won't hit your precious Mijo over there?"

She smiled as if she had already won.

"Acknowledged," answered McCree.

"Hold tight. On my way," said Tracer.

And just like that, Genji had become a liability. Because now you were frozen. Your brain short-circuited every time you considered a situation where Genji ended up wounded. Dread started to sink into your body like rain water sinking into the ground.

Genji fussed behind you, and it was the only thing that could distract you at the moment.

Something nudged at your mind. Your grip on the wakazashi slackened. Then the something nudged harder, like someone pushing a finger on the back of your head. It drew your attention to the Dragonblade on your back. You wrestled your attention, trying to focus on the gun pointed at your face.

Again, your attention drifted to the second sword. But you already had your wakazashi in hand. You never used the Dragonblade. You weren't a Shimada, so if you pulled it, no dragon would pop out. It was an understandable limit to your ability to shift; you were existing as a copy of the original form, not the real thing.

You felt the nudge again, and you felt a little dizzy. Sombra was speaking, but you couldn't listen. The nudge felt like a demand this time, like someone was yelling into your brain, but there were no intelligible words.

"Fine!"

Sombra looked surprised at your frustrated outburst.

You drew the Dragonblade, spinning it on either side of your body like you had seen Genji do many times before. You expected nothing to happen and for Sombra to start shooting at you.

Something forced you to shift. That was a little scary, because that had never happened before. Suddenly, you were really tall. You were looking down at Sombra. She looked up at you in dumb awe and lowered her machine pistol.

"Al la fregada con esta chingadera."

She disappeared. She must have used her translocator. You made a frustrated noise, but it came out as a quiet growl. You gasped in surprise and slammed a hand over your mouth. Except you missed. Your arm wasn't long enough.

You heard a happy coo from behind you. You tried to turn around and promptly tripped over your own feet. A long, green tail waved in the air as you tried to roll over and gain your balance back.

You managed to crawl over to where Genji was and climb up to look at him. Genji was reaching out to you with the happiest look on his face. At least he was safe. You tried to reach over to Genji with your hand, but it had long claws. And only three fingers. You growled again and took it away.

"Whoa! Shifter, is that you?!" Tracer called from the door behind you, "I hope it is," she added.

You had to answer Tracer in some way to communicate that it was you, so you struggled some more and finally used your arms to stand. You craned your neck backwards to take stock of what the heck you were. A long, scaled body extended from your neck. A yellow mane snaked its way down your back. You were too long for the length of the Orca, so your tail was stuck tapping nervously against the wall.

"Wow. You look...AMAZING!"

You wanted to answer her, but you weren't sure you could speak. You tilted your head, thinking. Genji was still reaching for you, and he was starting look frustrated that he wasn't getting what he wanted. You could see it a mile away, he was about to fuss.

Your point of view was suddenly much lower. You almost fell over. You had shifted back to Genji.

"Hey, you okay?"

Tracer ran over to scrutinize you. She helped you up after deciding you were fine. You picked up baby Genji, and you were immediately relieved. Genji seemed content, too.

"Yeah, I think so."

"You should check with Dr. Ziegler when we get back," she said, her brows furrowing in thought before her face lit up, "but I think...you just got a few form!"

"Yeah. I don't know what happened, though."

The idea of a checkup put a suppressor on your ability to be excited about this development.

"I got that covered. Athena!"

She walked over to one of the screens on the wall. You followed.

"Athena. Can you play back what happened on the Orca the last five minutes?"

"Of course, Agent Tracer."

A number of squares appeared on the screen, each showing a different view of the interior. Tracer pressed her pointer finger on one of them, and it enlarged. You both watched intently.

It showed your face-off with Sombra and Genji behind you.

"What the hell is that..."

A small, green, snake-like creature flew out of Genji and disappeared into your back. Your eyes widened. What happened next was your unusual shape change. You were a dragon, with a yellow fringe along your jaw and horns jutting back from your skull. You loomed over Sombra with your mouth open and sharp teeth on display. She fled, as you saw before.

You made an embarrassed "ugh" when you saw yourself awkwardly flail around on the floor, a mess of green scaled limbs and tail, white belly up in the air. What happened next was also interesting. The green creature left your body to rejoin Genji's, immediately forcing your change back.

You looked down at him, as if he would provide answers. Which he wouldn't. Not only was he still a baby, but he was asleep.

"Oh, right. It's his nap time."

You yawned. It surprised you to find that you were sleepy. It felt like the day had been long and arduous.

"I think Dr. Ziegler should look at you and Genji when we get back," you heard Lena say. Your eyelids dipped down. You fought to keep them up. Genji felt like he weighed three times more than he usually did.

"...no..."

"C'mon, Love. Just sit here and get some rest. You earned it."

She guided you to one of the safety seats, and you sat down.

"...yeah. I did," you responded sleepily.

It was difficult to care about anything besides sleep. Tracer gently freed your hands from Genji and took him. You whined incoherently at her.

"Don't worry. I'll give him back when we get back. I promise."

"Okay," was the last thing you said before letting your head rest against the metal next to your head. Everything went black.

After successfully driving Talon back, McCree pulled Winston aside. As much as he could, considering the commander's size.

"Sir, dontcha think it's real suspicious that we expected more soldiers out there, today?"

"Yes. You think they're planning something else?"

"Oh, I know it."

"These people are tired. Let's let them get some rest, and then have another meeting tomorrow morning."

[i-kneel-for-king-loki]

Love Is Blind

Alright, so...  This is my first attempt at fanfic, hopefully it’s not too bad.  Uh, I want to take a minute to thank my Shield Sisters @p0tat0catofwesteros (Who was also sweet enough to give me title ideas to choose from)and @straight-outta-the-asylum for being amazing and taking the time to read this over and support me.  You guys are seriously so amazing and I love you both!

There will probably be a part 2 at some point.

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2126

Warnings:  Uh, little bit of blood, AJ Styles being an ass (still love you AJ), protective!Dean, swearing

Dean Fucking Ambrose. You’ve been accompanying him to the ring for about three months now, ever since he saved you from an overly flirty AJ Styles backstage.  Ever since then, Dean has insisted that you stay close to his side.  At first you thought he only wanted to keep you around in order to irritate AJ, but the longer the two of you stuck together, the closer you both became.  If you’re being completely honest with yourself, you were more than willing to spend as much time with Dean as he wanted.  You’ve had a huge crush on the man for a long time now, ever since his days with the Shield.  Although, you would never admit that to him.

The only person that knows about your feelings for Dean, is Nikki Bella.  As your closest female friend on the Smackdown roster, she took it upon herself to bombard you with questions about your relationship with the Lunatic Fringe, until you became so frustrated that you blurted everything out. Which is how your current conversation came about.

"I don't understand why you don't just tell him you like him.  He spends almost every waking moment with you, by choice.  He has to like you back.  And look at you, you're gorgeous, he'd be completely stupid to not want you."

"Nikki, I can't just tell him that I like him."  This is how most of your conversations with Nikki have gone for the past week.  She says she’s tired of watching you drool all over yourself whenever Dean is around, which is all the time.  She only wants you to be happy, you know that, but she tends to forget how horribly awkward you can be.  You may have confidence inside the ring, but outside?  Especially when it comes to men?  Let’s just say that you’re single and ready to get awkward as fuck around anyone you find attractive.  It's a real problem.

Nikki scoffs, "What are you talking about?  Of course you can!  It's easy. Here, watch me."  Clearing her throat, she stands up straight and looks you in the eye.

"Oh, Dean!  I've loved you for so long.  The past couple of months have been the best ever!  You're so sexy and crazy, and your blue eyes make me want to sin!"  Nikki said in a mocking tone.

"What the hell?" you say in between laughs. "I don't sound anything like that!"

She laughs, "sorry to break it to you, hun, but that is EXACTLY what you sound like."

"Seriously, Nikki."  you say while sitting down on one of the benches in the locker room.  "I can't, Dean and I, we've been hanging out almost constantly, for months now.  We've become really close friends.  I don't want to ruin that.  Besides, I've only recently stopped being completely awkward around him."

Nikki looks at you seriously before making her way towards you and sitting down next to you. "Alright, all joking aside, I really do think he likes you.  I mean, have you seen the way he looks at you?"

"Yeah, actually I have. He looks at me like he's just waiting for me to either choke or trip on thin air, because I'm awkward as shit, and he knows it."

"Well, I for one, think that he finds your complete lack of social graces, adorable." She said while smirking at you.

Before you can open your mouth to say something, even mildly witty in response, there is a knock at the door.

"Y/N?  Are you in there?"  Dean calls through the door, causing Nikki to let out a soft laugh. "If you want me to tape up your wrists before we head out to the ring, you're gonna have to get your pretty ass out here."

Nikki smirks at you while repeating his words, "Your pretty ass!"  She laughs.

You roll your eyes at her before replying, "uh, yeah.  I'll be right there."

You glare at Nikki before standing and making your way towards the locker room door.  When you open it, Dean is standing next to the door, leaning up against the wall.  God, he looks amazing, you think to yourself. Tight jeans and an even tighter black shirt, which shows off his tanned, toned arms.  Fuck, those arms.  Before you realize what you’re doing, your eyes begin to wonder.  Traveling along his neck, to the scruff on his jaw, to those perfect, soft lips. Lips that you would do anything to feel on your own.  Your gaze lingers there for a moment.  Then finally, you find those amazing blue eyes...  Amazing blue eyes that are looking to you in amusement.  Shit. How long was I starring?  Did he notice?

"See something you like, doll?"  He said, tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip.  Fuck.  He did notice.  Of course he did.

"W-what? No.  Shut up.  You wish, Ambrose."  You say with a nervous laugh.  Smooth, real smooth.  "Are you going to tape my wrists, or what?"

"Oh, someone's feisty tonight."  He laughs, blue eyes never leaving you.  "Come on then, darlin'."

You and Dean head off to the backstage area behind the Titantron.  He grabs a chair and motions for you to sit.  Dean then kneels down in front of you and takes your left wrist in his hands, beginning to apply the tape.

This is one of your favorite moments to share with Dean.  He started taping your wrists for you, about three weeks ago.  You twisted your wrist pretty badly during a match against Alexa Bliss.  You didn’t tape your wrists as well as you usually do because you were too busy thinking about The Lunatic.  Of course, Dean had to call you out on it after the match, "You know, Y/N, if your wrists were taped right, that wouldn't have happened," he said, smirking as you rolled your eyes.  Ever since then, he has insisted on doing the job for you, even though he knew you were more than capable.  Not that you would ever complain about it.  He is always so gentle when he does it.  Something people might not expect from The Lunatic Fringe, and you love every second of it.  The way his hands travel along your skin sends bolts of electricity pulsing through your veins, and sets your skin on fire.  Sometimes you wonder if he feels it too, but you know better than to entertain those ideas.

"Alright, you're good to go."  Dean said with a smile, breaking you away from your thoughts.  "You ready for this?  Our match is next."  He said, still gently holding your wrist in his hands.

Wondering if he realizes that he is still holding on to you, you laugh nervously.  "Y-you mean your match.  All I'm gonna do is stand there and watch you be a badass."

He chuckles and squeezes your wrist before letting go and standing up.  Smiling down at you he says, "Nah, you're my good luck charm!"

You’re completely helpless to stop the blush that creeps its way onto your cheeks.  With a small smile, you look away.  "Whatever you say, Dean."

Dean only smirks at you before putting his arm around your shoulders and leading you out to the ring.

When Dean's music hits, the fans go crazy, screaming and cheering for the two of you.  You made your way into the ring where Dean's opponent for the night, Dolph Ziggler, was already standing.   You and Dean both had smiles on our faces, smiles that soon fell when AJ Styles began making his way to the ring with a microphone.

Dean, watches him like a predator watches its pray.  "Oh, sorry, don't mind me Dean-o.  I'm just coming down to watch your match."  AJ said with a stupid smirk on his face.  "Pretend I'm not even here."  He takes a seat at the commentary table next to JBL and Tom Phillips. He makes sure to put his Championship on display, while winking at you.

Dean throws you a worried glance before you exit the ring, silently warning you to watch your back. As soon as the bell rings, Dean’s focus shifts to the match, only breaking concentration occasionally, in order to make sure AJ is still at the commentary table.

Despite the slight distraction AJ caused by sitting ring side, Dean is able to do what he does best in the ring.  That is until AJ decides he wants to get involved.  AJ rushes into the ring while Dean has his back turned, hitting him hard on the back of the head causing Dean to tumble forward.  As the referee calls for the bell, Dolph exits the ring, while you decide to get in, to try and pull AJ off of Dean.  

You leap onto AJ's back, putting him in a head lock, using all of the strength you have to tighten your hold, giving Dean a moment to recover.  AJ slams your back into the turnbuckle causing you to groan loudly and loosen your hold enough for him to break free.  AJ is clearly annoyed that you got into his fight with Dean and turns his attention towards you.  

"What the hell do you think you're doing, Y/N!?"  AJ snarls at you.  "Mind your own business, sweetheart.  I am not above hitting a pretty girl if I have to."

Dean is slowly starting to stir on the ring apron.  AJ attempts to turn his attention back to Dean, but you grab him by the arm and turn him, your fist connecting with his jaw.  He holds his jaw and looks back at you, eyes filled with rage, his hand raising and then coming down to smack you across the face.  "What did I just tell you!?"

You hold your cheek, the smack causing your lip to begin bleeding lightly.  A small trail on blood coming from the corner of your mouth making its way to your chin.  By now, Dean is up and he is livid.  His eyes travel to the blood on your face and he snaps.  Dean, immediately jumps on AJ, tackling him to the ground and punching him repeatedly.  

You have never seen Dean so mad.  It's a bit scary, but you’d be lying if you said watching him beat the living hell out of AJ, wasn't incredibly hot.  

After a few more hits, AJ manages to crawl out of the ring and up the ramp, successfully getting away from Dean.

Dean then turns his attention to you.  He's looking at you with a look you haven't seen before.  He was definitely concerned, but there was something else in his eyes. Something you couldn't quite put your finger on.  Whatever that look was, it was making your heart beat wildly in your chest.

Dean stops right in front of you, his right hand coming up to gently run across your now red cheek. "I swear to God, I'll kill him for putting his damn hands on you!  Are you okay, Y/N?"  You nodded your head slowly, captivated by those damn blue eyes.

"When he hit you, I saw red.  Nobody, gets to touch you like that, not ever.  Not if I have anything to say about it."  Dean smiles softly at you, his anger subsiding as his eyes traveling back to the blood on your face.  He leans down, tongue darting out to lick the blood from your chin to your lip.  You let out a small gasp as your breath hitches. Before you can even comprehend what’s happening, he is sliding his tongue into your mouth, kissing you with more passion than you have ever felt in your life.  

His lips were just as soft as you imagined them to be.  You knew in that instant, no one would ever make you feel the way he does.  You wrapped your arms around Dean's neck, hands in his hair, while you kissed him back with just as much passion as he was showing you.  He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you flush against his body.  After another minute, Dean pulled away slightly to look you in your E/C eyes.  There was that look again, what the hell was it?  You weren’t sure, but the look he was giving you was making your knees weak.

You couldn’t think straight, too focused on the fact that Dean Ambrose just kissed you.  In the middle of the ring, and the fans were going insane.  You could still feel the ghost of his lips on yours.  When Dean's hand began to travel down your arm, bringing you back to reality. He took your hand in his, leading you out of the ring.  "Come on, Y/N.  Let's get out of here and get you cleaned up"  He said smiling down at you.  

[dream-in-charming]

Just saw Newsies live and I have some feelings <3 <3

It just closed it’s last show here in Gilbert, AZ and I am dying to talk about it. I’ll add a page cut though since there will be many thoughts and I don’t want to annoy anyone with just a chunk of text who doesn’t want to see it. if it doesn't work on mobile, I'm sorry. I dont know how to fix it...

OMIGOD the show was incredible! 

I’ll be posting pictures from the show, and of the theatre in another post, so you can see what I’m talking about (sort of, I only got a few, I wasn’t going to disturb the show).

Warning. This is going to be VERY VERY long. :)

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For those of you not from AZ and whom have never been to this particular theatre, this theatre does shows in the round. Meaning the audience is on all sides of the performance. It’s a challenge but they pulled it off brilliantly! 

So lets begin with the quick things. 

The program is corny and I love it. It’s designed to look like a newspaper (the New York Sun) and the captions on it are funny. “Weather forecast: Cloudy, Clear By Evening”; “Miss Medda Larkin Dazzles.” and so on.  The set was super basic, considering that it either had to be on the sides of the theatre, or easily moved on and off since there wasn’t really any place to keep it on. Honestly, the whole stage floor is maybe… 20ish sq ft? Maybe a bit more, I can’t find the actual dimensions. Heck the whole place only seats 350. But that aside, it worked WELL. Nothing blocked sight-lines, and anyone could see what was going on from any angle, they didn’t just play to one direction.

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The who cast was INCREDIBLE! Every last one of them.

So let me talk about them now :)

The guy who played Jack was great. Insanely tall which worked well and made it easier to find him when he was the important speaker in the crowded scenes. Plus his facial expressions were the best. I loved them in “Something to Believe In”. Lily just adored him and any time he wasn’t on stage she was asking where he went, pretended to talk to him (in a super quiet whisper) when he was on stage, pointed him out in scenes, and just loved him. She wanted a picture with him after the show and he was sweet enough to oblige. 

The guy who played Davey played him meek and it WORKED. Plus it helped to show his progress from the new news boy who just wanted to help his family, to the strong supporter of the Strike and voice of reason. And his voice was so melodic. 

Medda. OH MEDDA. A STUNNING WOC and an amazing singer. Her song just made me smile the whole time. Please keep being amazing because damn. AH. Plus, she let me poke and prod at her costume after the show because I was curious about the material and the way it was made. Made to look like brocade, but wasn’t so as to save the actress from dying of heatstroke. 

Wisel, Snyder, and the Delancey Brothers. I hate you. It’s a good thing

Les had the most adorable fluffy fringe sticking out of his bowler hat. I wanted to ruffle it. He was very talented and a great fit with Davey. 

Katherine was beautiful. Though her timing for certain lines were off, and thus some of her funniest and strongest bits were lost, she still made up for it with a powerful presence and lordy what a smile. Also, the hair. Teach me!

Crutchie was tiny and adorable and everything I ever wanted for that role. Perfect. Plus, participated in quite a few dances. Done in a way where it doesn’t ignore his bum leg either like I’ve seen some shows do. They figured out a way to include him and make a point to continue to show, “he ain’t been walkin too good”. Also, Santa Fe - Prologue, “watch me run” broke me. 

Pulitzer. A great demanding presence. And when he belted his final note in “Bottom Line” I got good bumps and turned to jelly. I love a voice like that. Ugh. Though his hat in the final scene…. bro, you is a rich man, you can do so much better. hahaha. 

The guy who played Specs was a very good looking person, and when he took off his hat and exposed the mass of exceedingly curly locks, my heart stopped. Also very talented dancer!

All of them were SO talented (there were others I didn’t name here, the case was 23 people, I’d be here all day) The dancing was fantastic and the acting was amazing, the singing just floored me. I am so happy to have gone to see the show. 

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Now to talk about the scenes (skipping the filler scenes because again, time)

Santa Fe 1.0 - Crutchie. You broke me. 3 I loved it and it was a great start of the show. Just pulled me in right away. Lily too. From that moment on, she was smitten with Jack. 

Carrying the Banner - So good! They had to work things around to make them fit into the smaller space, but it still was amazing. Seeing people practically above me performing was great. 

Bottom Line - That final note. AMAZING. I got goosies! And Nunzio’s hair made me giggle. 

That’s Rich - Medda you are one great performer. Performing for not just the audience, but the fake one for your ‘show within the show’. And teasing the one guy for “it may be rough but soon enough I’ll learn to make do” was the best. You go girl. You don’t need him!

I never planned on you - Whoever did the art for this show to display on the screens was terrific. However, the slow progression shots to show it was being ‘drawn’ weren’t completely timed right and I could see the jumps. Granted that’s both the software person and artist in me that picked up on it. 

World Will Know - I WAS WITH YOU. Like, if someone really started a strike or rally or anything with those lines and the power built into that song, I would follow them 100%. Les’s lines were lost in the overlapping dialogue during the part where they were thrown out, but that didn’t take away from the whole scene. 

Watch What Happens - Her voice was great, she his the notes brilliantly, but this is where the timing bit that I mentioned above was the biggest. She seemed to have just rushed through the song. Still, a good song, she’s a wonderful singer. I would love to hear her do more. Also, the type writer broke. Made me grin. 

Seize the Day - Here arrive the Girlsies too! Also, the dancing was at it’s PEAK here. Loved it. Loved it. Loved it. Plus this is the scene where Specs spent the most time in front of my seat. Totally okay with that. Got hit in the face with a paper by Mush. Kept it. Lily folded it up and put it in her purse. It is themed for that time period. Perfect touch. 

Santa Fe - Felt a tad rushed, but not in a way that distracted or pulled anyone out of the show. Plus hearing Jack belt and Lily light up at him then whisper “It’s okay Jack, You’ll go to Santa Fe” was the sweetest thing ever. If she could have, she would have taken him there herself. 

King of New York - When they danced on the tabletops I felt like I was going to have a heart attack. the tables were on WHEELS. And one of the tables I could tell only had one of the two locks, locked. YOU GONNA DIE! Also, spoons.

Crutchie’s Letter - a clever way to do it without a ton of boys. Crutchie is so smol. I love him. 

WWH Reprise - “POOR GUYS HEAD IS SPINNING” Davey, you did not disappoint. Also, the way they did the painting was excellent. On the floor instead of a stand, so everyone could see it. Monopoly money? Ish?

Brooklyn’s Here - someone please turn their mics on. Please? They sounded so muffled and far away. Still good though. Watching Davey stick his tongue out at Bronx was a great growth. Also, them Brooklyn boys IS big. I’m sure Spot could take both the Delancey brothers on his own. Wow. 

Something to Believe in - their expressions just MADE this song. Their smiles glowed. Also, after the kiss, Jack leaped forward to have another kiss but Katherine turned away making him nearly fall flat on his face… that the best version of that I have ever seen. 

Once and For All - again, mics? What the heck? This is such a strong song that just builds to a HUGE ending. But seemed so quiet? The gal who played Mush whispered the words too, which I thought was odd. She danced past a number of times and I noticed she was whispering the words instead of actually singing. Not sure why this was done. Still, a good song, and the fact that they timed the printing press to turn on and start spinning right as the beat kick at the start  of the song hit, was a brilliant visual. Made my heart speed up. If it weren’t for the odd quietness of the song, I would have been SO hyped!

Finale - was a good ending. Roosevelt was great, though his hat didn’t match his suit which made my artist side hiss. He did fit that role well though. If he gave speeches like Teddy did in real life, I’d totally listen to them all. Cruchie’s return was sweet. Jack’s HUGE hug when he came down to him was the epitome of friendship. And Race practically tackled him. They’s a great group of buddies. The taunting with the Money from Jack on whether he should get more papes was funny and showed off something that people tend to forget. They are just KIDS. Loved that choice. 

Also, instead of “Newsies of New York!” they shouted “News of the Hale!” and I am living for that. My smile was huge. Thanks for adding that part, because it felt so much more personal and not just another show. Also, Roosevelt dancing with everyone at the end and his “AHHHHH GO!” face was hilarious! I was dying. 

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All in all, a fantastic show and I am so happy I got the chance to see it. I don’t think I’ve ever sat up, sat forward, and at so much attention for such a long time, in forever. I told them as I walked out to the cast (who stands out to say good bye after every show, they do that no matter what show they have) that they all did incredible because they did. I could tell it was rough on some of them, with red rimmed misty eyes, closing nights are always rough and so final. But they gave it their all and it was brilliant. I hope to see many of them in future shows. 

Lily was begging to take a pic with Jack before we left, so we did, and it was adorable. She got embarrassed and shy soon as we got near him. I told him and the gal who played Kath that stood next to him what she said and did the whole show and how she just adored him and they thought she was so sweet. They were happy I brought her and I am introducing her to theatre. Well, I’m her mother, of course! Still, thanks for taking time to talk to her. I know she’ll love you forever. 

Did I talk to Specs? No. I got way too flustered, just did a quick “incredible job” to the group of them as I passed. I am such a whimp. But then again, he’s likely taken, and/or doesn’t swing my way. Plus, how rude would it have been to just go up and (try) to flirt? Though I am bad at it, it would have been funny. Anyway, he is a person, one whom I don’t know, and I wasn’t going to be rude or creepy.  

Anyway! That’s what I thought of the show. 

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