it was going to happen again we all knew it

'YOU NEVER WALK ALONE EXPLAINED'

In ‘I Need U’ Jin in is in a deeply dream where he can see all members. All of them represents his alter egos or emotions. All of them are happy and having good times but nothing last forever.

In ‘RUN’ we can see how Jin is acting weird, he’s starting notice that nothing is real.

In ‘AWAKE’ (the short film) he awakes, while he’s walking in the place where he is we can see some stuff that appears in the other short films. He made that stuff to feel them in real life, to not to feel alone. It was not enough so, he dreams again to see them.

In ‘BS&T’ the scene when V cover the eyes of Jin is because he knew that Jin was going to leave them but he doesn’t want that to happen so basically he killed him. He made Jin to sleep forever to be with them.

In 'Spring Days’ all looks a little sad and lonely. They were on streets but why no one appears except for them? Because they are not real. Also they visited places that appears in another MVs to say goodbye to that moments that Jin made.
And there we are, the train scene. They were heading to heaven, also Jimin hangs tennis in a tree(just a pair). When someone does that it means that someone has passed away, Jin died and the others too because they were in the imagination of Jin. Also the solo of Jin (AWAKE) makes references to the sky, you need to pay attention at the lyrics by now.

The meaning of 'You Never Walk Alone’ (and from the other eras too) is that even if someone leaves you is not forever, they will be always with you walking and supporting you by your side. Enjoy the little moments in your life with that persons before they leave.

The Fight

Warning: Angst


Dean was pissed.

 The car drove silently along the dark, empty road. Not even the sounds of Zeppelin played in the background. His knuckles were white. You knew you were in for it when you got home. You knew that you two were going to yell at each other until you were blue in the face and you were more than likely spending the night in your old bedroom. You had been spending a lot of time there recently. You were starting to wonder if maybe you should move your stuff back in there.

 You and Dean had been fighting more and more these past few months. It was about anything and everything. You didn’t pick up any beer. You forgot to pack an extra shirt and now I’m stuck giving you mine. It was everything. He had just started flirting with bartenders when you went out after hunts. It was only a matter of time until he forgot all about you.

 You were hurting. Dean was the love of your life. He was there for you when you needed him the most. He made your heart race and your knees weak. He brought out the best in you and sometimes the worst. He challenged you in the best ways. Now? Now it felt like you were the last thing on his mind unless he was pissed at you. You no longer felt like you were the girl he loved. You felt like it didn’t matter if you were there or not. You fought so much that you’d rather that than face life without him.

 Dean pulled into the garage and cut the engine. You were out of the car faster than you ever had been. You forgot about your bags and headed straight in, Dean hot on your tail. You weren’t ready for this fight. You weren’t ready for any of them. But this time, you were so close to your breaking point. You couldn’t handle it today. You didn’t want to have this fight. You wanted to feel your boyfriend’s arms around you, and just for once. Just once, have him tell you that everything was going to be okay.

 That was wishful thinking.

 “What was that back there?” he started, shrugging his jacket of his shoulders.

 “I made a mistake,” you admitted.

 “A mistake? You nearly got yourself killed Y/N!” he raised his voice.

 “Yeah I know. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again,” you practically whispered.

 “That’s what you said last time,” he scoffed.

 “Dean, I really don’t want to fight,” you said softly. “We fight all the time. Can’t we argue about this tomorrow and just go to bed?”

 “Fine. Don’t wait up,” he practically growled, grabbing his jacket. He was headed to the bar.

 “Dean!”

 “What?” He rolled his eyes.

 “What happened to us? We never used to be like this,” you breathed out.

 “You knew how hard this was going to be before we started-”

 “Of course I did, Dean! We’re hunters. We don’t know if we’re going to have tomorrow or not but that’s not what I meant. We never used to fight like this. Now it’s like every conversation we have, it turns into an argument,” you started. “Is this not enough for you anymore? Am I not enough for you?”

 “Can we talk about this later?”

 “No! No we can’t! I’ve been pushing this down for months Dean! MONTHS! Every fight! Every time you absentmindedly flirt with the bartender right in front of my face. You think I don’t feel it every time I sleep by myself? You think that this what I want hanging over my head every day? Constantly wondering if today is the day you kick me out or worse, tells me that you don’t love me anymore.”

 “Y/N, stop!”

 “You know, a part of me wished that I would have gotten seriously hurt on that hunt today. It’s a sad thought that I figured that if I got hurt that maybe my boyfriend would care. Maybe he would stop fighting with me to realize that I was hurting more than just physically.  But you don’t care and I can’t make you care. Just like I can’t make you fall in love with me again,” you sniffled, wiping away the tear that slipped down your cheek.  “I’m sorry that I wasn’t enough for you Dean. I can’t keep putting myself through this. I love you with all my heart, Dean and more. When we were happy together, you gave me some of the greatest memories. But I’m sorry, I can’t do this anymore.”

 “Don’t. Don’t walk away,” he pleaded.

“Give me one good reason not to.”

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The Proposal

“Oh, look, Draco. It’s Mr. O’Sullivan, the Arithmancer. We should introduce ourselves,” Harry said in an overly-chipper tone.

Draco eyed his boyfriend speculatively over his glass of champagne. Harry usually hated Ministry events such as this, and he hated meeting the people there even more. Draco did not for one second believe that Harry wanted to meet Mr. O’Sullivan, especially considering that the man’s job was one of the most boring in the Wizarding World.

“Should we now?” Draco asked suspiciously, raising an eyebrow.

“I just said we should, didn’t I?” Harry kept talking in that annoyingly buoyant way and Draco rolled his eyes.

“If you insist, love.”

Harry and Draco crossed the crowded room, Harry’s hand placed possessively on Draco’s lower back. The smile on Harry’s face was about a mile wide when they reached Mr. O’Sullivan. Draco was smiling too, but not in the manic way that Harry was, his was simply a polite nice-to-meet-you smile.

“Mr. O’Sullivan?” Harry said and the middle-aged man who had been gazing out the window turned to face the two gentlemen.

“Yes? Oh, my. It’s you.” O’Sullivan’s eyebrows lept up to where his hairline should’ve been, had he not been bald. Draco’s smile widened almost imperceptibly, as he found it quite amusing when people twice his age were awed to be in the presence of his boyfriend.

“Yes, it’s me,” Harry responded. “I’ve heard that you’re a very talented Arithmancer and I wanted to introduce myself.”

O’Sullivan turned a horrid shade of scarlet as he said, “Oh, my. Oh, my. That’s very kind of you, Mr. Potter, but I’m just one of many Arithmancers in the world. But you, Mr. Potter, there’s only one of you. It’s such an honor to meet you.” O’Sullivan gazed admirably at Harry and only when Draco cleared his throat did he seem to realize that Harry was not alone. “Oh dear. I’m sorry. It’s an honor to meet you as well, Mr. …”

“Malfoy. Draco Malfoy,” Draco said, forcing himself to ignore the way O’Sullivan’s eyes widened as he realized that Harry Potter was accompanying an ex-Death Eater.

When O’Sullivan failed to reply, Harry spoke up, “He’s my fiancé.”

It was now Draco’s turn for his eyebrows to rise to his hairline and his eyes to widen. He and Harry weren’t engaged. If they were, Draco was fairly certain he would know about it.

“Congratulations,” O’Sullivan said. He didn’t sound like he meant it.

“Thank you,” Harry said, his smile as ardent as ever. He promptly led still-confused Draco away from O’Sullivan without so much as a goodbye.

Once they were a safe distance away from O’Sullivan, Draco blurted, “Engaged? Are you completely insane? We’re not engaged!”

Harry winked and replied, “Not yet, we’re not.”

Draco looked at his boyfriend like he was a madman, but was too stunned to argue.

“Oh, look!” Harry’s gleeful voice rang out like a bell. “There’s Mrs. and Mrs. Oswell. Let’s go meet them!”

And for the rest of the night, Harry kept introducing Draco to everyone they encountered as his fiancé. It wasn’t until they were strolling down the streets of Muggle London on the way back to their flat that Draco got to question Harry.

“What the fuck just happened?” Draco said. He tugged on Harry’s hand and whined, “You can’t just go around telling people we’re engaged when we’re not!”

“We will be, soon enough,” Harry said cryptically.

“That’s the most vague yet prophetic thing I’ve heard that didn’t come out of Dumbledore’s mouth.”

Harry chuckled and smirked smugly.

“Are you going to propose or what?” Draco asked anxiously.

“Yes,” Harry answered.

“You are? When?”

“Soon.”

Draco elbowed Harry and scowled. “Soon? That’s all you’re going to give me?”

Harry laughed again. “Yep. Deal with it, Malfoy.”

“Are you kidding me?” Draco let go of his boyfriend’s hand and pouted pettishly.

“Calm down. You knew this was going to happen soon anyway. You’ve been leaving ‘hints’ for me all over the place. You think I didn’t notice when our Froot Loops were transfigured to look like rings?”

Draco had stopped listening to Harry and started ranting about all the things he needed to know about the proposal. “Is it going to be fancy and romantic with rose petals and all that? Or are you just going to hide the ring inside a burrito like a hooligan? Because, I love you Harry, but I’m not willing to risk my life by eating something that contains a ring I could choke on. Which means that I can’t eat anything until you propose. Oh, and what if it’s in public? I’ll have to practice my shocked face. You’re not going to have, like, a secret photographer or anything who jumps out and takes pictures when you get down on one knee, are you? I think I might have a heart attack if you do. Shit. And now I’m also going to have to look really nice everyday.”

Harry shook his head in amusement and touched Draco’s cheek fondly. “Slow down, babe. Everything’s going to be okay. And by the way, you already look really nice.”

Draco sighed and allowed Harry to pull him into his arms. “Thanks, love, but there’s a difference between casually looking really nice and getting engaged looking really nice.”

Harry chuckled. He broke the hug so he could kiss Draco. “Well, I think you look nice enough to get engaged right now,” Harry said slyly.

“You mean-” Draco started and Harry nodded.

“The ring is in my pocket,” Harry told him. Draco nearly stopped breathing right then and there.

Harry smiled as he got down on one knee and retrieved a white velvet box from his dress robes. He snapped open box to reveal two rings, one gold and one silver. “Dra-” was all Harry got to say before Draco interrupted him.

“Yes,” Draco said, his eyes fixed on Harry’s.

“You have to let me ask you first,” Harry pointed out.

Draco frowned. “Fine.”

“Draco Malfoy, I love you and I cannot imagine a life in which I don’t. You-”

“Yes,” Draco said, cutting off Harry again.

“Not yet,” Harry said, a bit irritably.

Draco rolled his eyes and Harry went on, “You’re my keeper, my person, my everything. I want you to be my husband too. Will you-”

“Yes.”

“Stop doing that. I’m trying to make a memorable moment here.”

“Right now the only thing memorable about this moment is how much of an insufferable prat you’re being.”

Harry scoffed. “I’m the insufferable prat?”

Draco groaned loudly. “You’re killing me, Potter. Would you just ask me to marry you already?”

“Fine,” Harry said petulantly. Then, tenderly, “Will you marry me?”

There was a beat of silence and Draco didn’t say anything.

“Are you for real right now?” Harry asked.

“Well, I don’t know if I want to marry you anymore. You were being mean,” Draco said, crossing his arms childishly.

“You kept interrupting me! Will you just fucking marry me already?”

Draco stroked his chin, pretending to consider before finally answering, “Yes. Of course I will, you git.”

Harry grinned and laughed. He slid the silver ring onto Draco’s finger and the gold onto his own. After shoving the box back into his pocket, he stood again and pecked Draco lightly on the lips.

“That’s it? That’s our engagement kiss?” Draco said.

Harry laughed wickedly and dragged Draco into a nearby alley.  

“No, this is our engagement kiss,” he said. He pulled Draco into a deep, passionate kiss and Draco Disapparated in an instant, apparently very eager to celebrate the engagement in a deeper, more passionate way.

Evan Hansen Is A Fucking Terrible Liar And Here’s Why

Congratulations. You read this post’s title and decided it was a good idea to read the rest of it. Welcome to my TED talk.

Evan Hansen is a goddamn fucking idiot. Class A moron. Pure blockhead. I mean like, he’s a complex and nuanced character with differing drives and motives, but I’m gonna focus on how his idiocy manifests itself.

So the musical timeline starts on the first day of school, right? For the sake of conversation, let’s say it takes place in 2016, so that would put the first day of school on Tuesday, September sixth. And that would put his dinner with the Murphys after Connor’s death on… what? Friday? Monday? It’s only a short while later, and on a school day, so let’s go for Friday the ninth.

And of course, we all know what happens at that dinner.  🎶You’re making things up again Evan! 🎶 He broke rule one of the liars’ handbook: he made shit up on the spot, with no plan, and no end goal. Because of this fucking mess of  extemporization, Evan later needs to fake and backdate dozens of emails which are a clusterfuck of contradictions within themselves, but he also says something that, if any of the Murphys knew shit about health care, would have gotten him caught immediately. Evan says that he broke his arm something in “end of May of early June”.

An arm bone takes six-eight weeks to heal. If we’re going along with his story, and giving Evan the benefit of the doubt, an arm broken on June seventh would have the cast off, at the latest, by August the second, a full motherfucking month before the dinner

His cast is only off by the beginning of act two, which I’d say takes place at least a month later. For all your fanfiction needs, this would mean Evan actually broke his arm roughly sometime between the fifteenth and the twenty-ninth of July.

Conclusion: Evan Hansen is a fucking terrible awful no good very bad liar and it’s a miracle he wasn’t #exposed the second he opened his mouth.

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111. A (whispering): I really like you and want to kiss you a lot.
       B: What?
       A: I said you suck. 
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107. Do you live on Elm Street, because you’re a nightmare.

(yas! tom holland omg imma tear up! *tears up*) Here you go, love!! :)

Growing up in a family of boxers, you were never the typical girl who played with dolls and thought everything in pink. For your ninth birthday your uncle and your father bought you your first set of throwing knives. 

Every day from your Summer holiday you practised with them on the targets they placed to you in the backyard of your house. And with every year you were getting better and better, but your heart wanted more.

Yes, by the age of eighteen you have already mastered the art of blades, but you didn’t stop there. Your soul was saturated with lust for adrenaline and you were always looking for more.

This got the attention of some very dangerous people. Your confidence got the best out of you when in one night - outnumbered one to ten, you pushed yourself to your very limits, knocking out seven of your opponents, but on the verge of your strenght you were about to lose your life…

If it was not for Steve Rogers, whose attention you managed to capture after seeing you fight in this dark alley. He saved you back then and helped you get a grip of your unstoppable desire for adrenaline.

With his guidings you became not even a better fighter, but a better version of yourself and he was also seeing this. So when he told you The Avengers wanted you to join them and become one of them you were on the Seventh sky.

Things were alright for a few months. Though a part of the team your strongest bond was still with Steve. Tony and Steve were the people you admired the most, while Natasha’s training made you acknowledge the fact that it’s better to fight elegantly, and smart, not full of aggression and violence.

But nothing that’s too good can last forever.

Today was the day. The Avengers were a team no more and today you were about to face them, fight them, maybe even hurt some of them. As much as it pained you to stand there - a few feet away from Clint and Tony and all the people you admire and have fought side by side; at the end of the day you had to pick a side.

Steve has been there for you from the very start and so you were about to return him the favor - ready to fight until the last drop of blood.

However you couldn’t help but notice the new addition to the family. “So that’s him the new guy. ” - you said, eyeing the guy in red suit, though you didn’t know that behind his mask he was checking you out as well. 

Like fully checking you out. “Earth to Peter” - Tony’s robotic voice brought the boy back to reality - “We’re about to do some serious shit, can’t have you checking girls out all day” - “Sorry, Mr. Stark, won’t happen again”

Tony couldn’t roll his eyes more than that. Fortunatelly for you, you didn’t hear any of their conversation, because boy, that would have made things very awkward.

“Just like we talked about it”- Steve told you with a nod of his head “Roger that!” and you bolted to the left. “Ah, Mr. Stark?” - “Don’t ask kid, go!”

And so it begun.

Steve knew Tony would be looking for someone new to take your place on his team and told you to keep the new one out of their way, when you were done you could go back and help with the rest.

Sprinting forward you felt yourself losing your balance and in the matter of a second you were now in the air “Oh, shit” - you cursed, looking up, just as your body got slammed against a truck. “I’m so sorry about that! Didn’t mean to hurt–” you pushed your body up and jumped back to your feet, landing a blow on him.

He bent over, using this chance you threw yourself at him, twirling your legs around his neck and knocked him out on thr ground. He grunted in pain, but you waited not a single second - throwing a set of three knives at him, but he leaped up, shooting his webs to the wall behind you.

“Damn it!”- you hissed, teeth clenched. He was fast, you would give him that. “Please – I – really – don’t want – to hurt you!!” - landing a series of kicks and blows on him, his words were just a white noise to you - “But I guess you leave me no choice” - the next time you tried to jump at him with a kick he swung his web at your leg, capturing it and bringing you to the ground.

Shocked, you weren’t quick enough to escape his next attack, but he just jumped over you - shooting away more of his web - trapping you to the ground. You glared at him - “I’m Peter Parker by the way” - he introduced himself an obvious smile in his voice. “You’re very pretty, we should go out sometimes –”

You used his little talk to pick up a knife from your left boot and cut off your restraints and then tossing it at him, but he dashed to the side and dodged off your attack. Just in time for you to thrust yourself in the air, spinning around and strike him with anoter hard hit. 

He fell, rolling on the ground, just as you landed on the cold cement gracefully.
 Approaching him, you heard him groan in pain heavily. You knelt down and pulled his mask up.

Eyes narrowed because of the sunlight that was caressing his face ”So now that we fought and stuff is it safe for me to admit I really like you and want to kiss you a lot” he mumbled, a pained smile on his face, but you didn’t really pay attention - too interested in observing his face “What?”- you asked nonchalantly.

He just tilted his head back in desperation, hitting the floor with it - “I said you suck, like girl do you live on Elm Street, because your hits are nightmare, God, for a girl you really hit hard”.

He was rubbing the back of hit head with one hand. You stood up chuckling and throwing his mask back at him - “Lakeview Drive, 8 o’clock” - you said putting your knife back in your boot.

He just made a very confused “huh?” sound and you turned back at him with a wink - “If you’re still up for that date, pretty boy.”

Do Kyungsoo // Calamity

Summary: Kyungsoo is the owner of a coffee house, and extremely adorable and fun - and he’s also one of your closest friends. It’s just such a shame that you had to ruin everything by falling in love with him. playlist 
Scenario: angst, barista!au
Word Count: 4,740

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Guys, you know this scene where Shiro tells Keith that if he doesn’t make it off of the planet, he wants him to lead Voltron

And then Keith says “Stop talking like that, nothing’s going to happen to you.” 

This is Shiro’s face after he says that:

There’s just something really off about his expression, almost like he wants to believe that what Keith is saying is true, but he knows deep down inside that it isn’t. 

Do you think Shiro might’ve already known that something bad would happen to him that might possibly cause him to separate from Voltron?

Even in this scene in the Blade of Marmora episode

He said to Keith: “You’re going to have to control your emotions if you’re going to lead this group someday.” He was talking like it was a sure fact that Keith may possibly lead Voltron in the future.

Keith even tried insisting again here that nothing bad was going to happen to him, but all Shiro said is: “It’s just in case.” 

Just in case for what Shiro?? 

And then coincidentally during their fight with Zarkon who we all know he has a connection with through the Black Lion, he just disappears randomly?

What if Shiro knew that potentially defeating Zarkon meant the same fate for him? But he kept going along with everything because he knew how important it was to keep the universe and his friends safe?

Shiro’s very selfless, so it makes sense, and we know how much everyone means to him.

This is his family right here, he’d do anything for them. Even possibly sacrifice himself. I’m not saying he’s dead or anything (I’m almost positive he isn’t), but I do believe he took the chance to risk his own safety for everyone’s sake.

And I don’t think it’s a coincidence that above everyone else, he wanted Keith to lead Voltron someday. Shiro is close to Keith (who looks at him like his brother), he knows him, he trusts him, he believes he’ll do a good job. This probably made him feel better and more at ease about having to possibly leave the group someday. 

Faking it

I’m from wales, uk and this happened in year 8. So there was this one girl called Sarah and she was such a drama queen I was friends with her and had been since year 2, anyways, every year she’d tell everyone oh I’m moving soon, I’m going back to England and whatever else she thought to make up but we just ignored her like usual. So this one particular year she’d said it and we were like just pretending for her saying stuff like ‘aw really?’ And ‘I bet you’re pleased’ and things even though we knew she was lying but we wanted her to feel happy so we went along with it but I guess she thought we were being sarcastic or just didn’t care at all because a the next week at school she came in and told us her mother had cancer and she like teared up and everything and we tried our best to keep her mind off it and things obviously feeling bad for her. I went home that day and told my mam, she knew Sarah’s big sister Abbey and messaged her that night saying how she was there if Abbey needed to talk about it and things but basically she had told us that it wasn’t true and everything so the next day at school I’d told the rest of the girls before we saw Sarah that it wasn’t true so that day we told her we knew the truth and none of us wanted to speak to her really that day because we were so mad at her for lying about something like that. Bare in mind she had plenty of friends so it wasn’t like she was all alone by us not speaking to her. She ended up telling the teachers that me and my 3 other friends were bullying her. I was in class with one of the girls, Sammy, and we got pulled out of class by our head of year Miss Matthews, she didn’t bother shutting the door to the class so ever one could see us and she was shouting at us that we were vile little girls and that we shouldn’t have friends if we were to treat them like that and things, no word of a lie her face was about 2 inches away from ours and she’d spat on our faces as she was shouting and it was so humiliating that me and Sammy ended up crying and we were shaking. We went to the head of year 9 and told her what had happened and why we simply weren’t talking to Sarah and Mrs Davies relayed that to Miss Matthews and we had an apology off her. We went back to class and about 2 hours later we got pulled from another class and we were so puzzled Mrs Davies opened the door and we found our other two friend Cara and Emily sat round a table opposite from Sarah so we sat the with the girls. Sarah was forced to apologise to us all but we still weren’t happy with her at all it was such a sick thing to lie about, so we went about the rest of the day and we still didn’t really want to talk to her after everything and we had told her that and the Mrs Davies and she said well that’s fair enough. We then get pulled out of class the next day, turns out Sarah had tried telling a different teacher about us “bullying” her but luckily the teacher already knew what Sarah was trying to do and he pulled us out of class and we went to watch the boys rugby match on the field with him while Sarah was put in isolation waiting for the head teacher to talk to her. She tried that stunt with a bunch of other teachers and of course they have to take us out of class as procedure or something but each time we were told nothing was going to happen it’s just her stirring things up again and one teacher Mr Hughes even drove half hour away to get us all a McDonald’s meal while we sat in his class listening to Christmas songs and decorating ready for a class party. Sorry it was so long but I thought I’d share this. I’m sorry but you just don’t lie about Cancer for attention. Jokes on her because we got to keep our grades up and still got to be out of lessons a lot and messing around while she was under head teacher supervision.

cerastes  asked:

ok bro, it's been three years since that post, the one with the Koishi fumo and the burgers, so I really, really gotta ask, if I may: Why did you have so many burgers? It torments me every night, I need an answer to liberate me from this torture. Why did you have so many burgs?

ok so like one day i was walking back from class and i saw like… 40 or so giftcards just dumped on the floor and i for shits and giggles decided to take a few to see if they had money on them. they were all spent but to check the last card i decided to go to a mcdonalds to see if that one had funds. now i was pretty dumb at the time so for again shits and giggles i ordered 12 cheeseburgers and when i swiped the card… it worked. there were funds on it. the order was processed and i sat there with a straight face waiting for my burgers. they came in a big bag and i came home wondering what i should do with them. then that post happened, the funny thing though is after i have no idea what happened to them, i ate two but after that they just disappeared. zip. gone. adios. i asked my dad if he had any but he never knew they were there at all. no one has been home otherwise so where they’ve gone remains a mystery to this day.            

pictured is present day koishers, haunted koishi fumo that eats your burgers and calls you a bitch

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Outlander: Here's When the Infamous Print Shop Scene Is Coming
If you're an Outlander fan who has not read the books, do you sometimes feel like book readers are perhaps speaking a different language? Talking about things
By Andrea Reiher

If you’re an Outlander fan who has not read the books, do you sometimes feel like book readers are perhaps speaking a different language? Talking about things like the headstone, Mr. Willoughby, and the famous “print shop scene”? If you’re particularly curious about that last one, we’re here to help with a primer for this heart-stopping moment. Be warned: there are light book spoilers ahead

In Voyager, the third book in Diana Gabaldon’s series upon which the Starz drama is based, the print shop scene happens about a third of the way through the novel. In it, Claire has traveled back to Scotland (not a spoiler, we all knew that was coming) and is quite nervous about seeing Jamie again after 20 years. In fact, prior to leaving 1968, Claire asks her former medical school classmate and now-colleague Joe Abernathy if she is still sexually attractive.

“I haven’t seen [Jamie] in 20 years. You’re the only person I know who’s known me for a long time; have I changed terribly since we met?” Claire asks Joe.

Joe assures her that it’ll be like going to a high school reunion. “You see they’ve got some gray, and some lines, and maybe they aren’t just the same as they were, but two minutes past that shock, and you don’t see it anymore. They’re just the same people they always were,” he tells Claire.

Actress Caitriona Balfe sat down for a group interview at the 2017 Summer TCA, where she explained that at first she was against Claire being so insecure, but she came to really like that aspect of the character.

“I think it ends up being quite a sweet thing to do because … it’s boring to play someone as strong and positive all the time. It gives her a vulnerability that I think ends up playing very well,” said Balfe. “At the end of the day, we all worry on some level about how we look and how somebody sees us and she’s worried about meeting the man that she loved so much again after 20 years and it’s not just, ‘Is he going to love me again?’ but, 'Will he actually find he attractive again?’ which I think is a valid point to play.”

So Claire pushes past her insecurities because, hey — it’s Jamie (!), and they’re about to be reunited. When Claire enters his Edinburgh print shop, Jamie is so stunned at seeing her (and that she’s real, not a hallucination or a dream) that he faints dead away.

It’s a lovely scene, definitely worthy of a epic romantic reunion between two meant-to-be lovers. And the show version does not disappoint, especially because it doesn’t solely explore the scene from Claire’s point of view. It also gives us some insight into Jamie’s life and his perspective on seeing Claire again.

We can’t tell you exactly when it happens, but we can tease for you that you don’t have to wait too much longer. Showrunner Ron Moore revealed this Summer at the TCA that the big Jamie-Claire reunion is at least five episodes in, “almost halfway through the season,” which is 13 episodes long.

Not only that, but if you think the print shop scene is great, hold on for the scene where Claire and Jamie spend the night in his room together getting to know one another again.

No specifics, but executive producer Maril Davis has teased a few juicy details for us. Davis said they are “so proud” of that episode because they spend “a luxurious amount of time” with that scene.

“We wanted to have it not be the classic romance-novel moment,” added Balfe. “We wanted to play with it in terms of that they’re like two teenagers again, to do some kind of mirroring to the wedding episode, where even though they’ve never forgotten about each other, they don’t really know each other, so there’s definitely a process of discovery and they’re not quite sure what to do with their bodies or their words. I think that lends a realism to it.”

“It’s kind of our love letter to the fans,” said Davis.

I’M SO READY 😭😭😭

Some Jonsa commentary

So I’m pretty new to the Jonsa fold but I’m already a sucker for their relationship. This is my first time writing anything in depth about Game of Thrones and Jonsa so I hope this all makes sense. here goes nothing!

I was talking to a friend privately about Jon and Sansa and their tension so far this season and it really started to make some see some of things about Jon and Sansa and about why they have this tense dynamic with each other. It’s easy to put it all off on them having differing opinions on their situation but honestly that’s just….basic, for lack of a better word. Their is so much nuance to their dynamic so putting it all off on different opinions just doesn’t work for me. There is more to it than that.

I think that a lot of the tension between then from Jon’s end comes from Jon being confused about how he’s supposed to function with her and feel about her. Now I’m not saying he’s secretly in love with her and can’t handle it because their isn’t enough support for that idea yet BUT I think he does feel a connection to her and something that’s beyond brotherly affection towards her and it’s confusing and affects his behavior with her. On the surface it might seem weird for Jon to be confused but when you really think about it, it makes a whole lot of sense.

Jon and Sansa didn’t have a very close relationship growing up. We know he was much closer to Arya. Even Sansa admitted that she was awful to him growing up. I’m sure they both shared a very basic affection as siblings but that affection never materialized into a close sibling bond like it usually does among siblings. Basically there has always been a wall there between them that never allowed them to truly connect with each other in a strong and healthy sibling way.

Then Kings Landing happens.

Jon and Sansa split up as well as the rest of their family. Sansa heads south a happy naive girl who still believes in knights and wants to be a perfect queen loved by all and give her loving king heirs like she’s been taught. She wants to be the princesses in the songs and she believes her knight awaits her. Her perfect fairytale life comes crashing down quickly and she ends up in the clutches of vipers like Joffrey and Ceresi who manipulate and lie to her and take her father’s head right in front of her. Her world changes and there is no going back. From there she’s forced from one abusive and precarious situation to another. Never finding stability or peace. The optimism and hope she once had gradually fades as she realizes that the only thing keeping her alive is her name, the only thing that gives her any value to the people around her is the name that is synonymous with treason, death, and pain now. She believes she has no family left except Jon until she later learns that Bran and Rickon are alive. By the time Sansa makes her way to the wall in season 6 she’s become disillusioned and has hardened but she’s also blossomed into a strong young women with a unique intelligence due to her surroundings. She’s very different from the Sansa Stark that was awful to Jon and wanted to leave winterfel

Jon heads to the wall where he’s isolated from his entire family but he thinks he has found a place to belong, a place among fellow outcasts. Much like Sansa, his ideas about his new home and his future are quickly shown to be nothing more than delusion. Immediately he’s placed In the middle of things far greater and dangerous than he ever imagined. His isolation from his family also starts to gradually hit home as as he learns of the deaths of his father, Bran and Rickon, and Robb and Catelyn one by while he is powerless to do anything about it. His sense of duty to the nights watch grows even greater as he’s forced to put his feelings about his family away. He matures into a warrior, a knight who feels a profound duty to protect his brotherhood and the rest of the realm from the dangers he now knows aren’t just found in stupid songs and tales they tell children. His life becomes about one battle after the another. He’s drawn into fight after fight. He’s thrust into leadership positions that he never wanted and has to carry the burden of the entire nights watch and the realm on his shoulders as the threat of the Walkers gets greater and greater. He gives everything to the Nights Watch, only to end up being killed by his own brothers.

Jon is resurrected and his entire world changes. His already broody personality is amplified. Nothing about his existence makes sense anymore. He’s forced to kill all the men who betrayed him, even Ollie who was just a boy. At this point Jon is completely disillusioned with his life and no longer feels like he has a purpose. He’s tired. He’s exhausted with trying to be a hero. Minutes before Sansa arrives at castle black Jon is packing his bags His friend tries to convince him to stay, tries to remind him of the great threat out here and how they all need Jon to keep leading and fighting but Jon doesn’t want to hear it. He can’t stay with the nights watch anymore after what happened. He feels he has no purpose there anymore and is planning to head south. We doesn’t even know what he’s going to do in the south. He feels lost and the only thing he knows to do it get away from the place that’s taken everything from him. It’s a jarring for the audience to see Jon being content with a purposeless life of drifting because we are used to Jon being our hero. The man who always finds the courage to keep going despite the odds. A man who carries the burden of saving everyone even if he doesn’t want to or feels like he can’t. The hero never stops fighting. The hero never gets tired.

Right as this debate his happening Sansa arrives at Castle Black so we never get to hear the end of it. When she comes it’s the first time Jon has seen her or anyone in his family since season 1. I won’t rehash their reunion but the timing of Sansa’s arrival is not a coincidence.

Sansa was the one who gave Jon purpose and motivation to be our hero again. This was crucial for him because as I mentioned above he has lost it all after all he’s been through.

Sansa’s presence reignites the knight in Jon. It wasn’t a complete transformation right away but it starts to happen for him almost instantly. As soon as she’s back with him he immediately feels a duty to protect her. When she asks where he is headed he corrects her and says “where will we go”. When he wanted to just drift south alone he immediately changes his plans to accommodate her. There is no way he’s leaving her behind. Where he goes she will go and we know that Jon will protect her until his last breath. That’s the hero we all knew and loved starting to rise to the surface again and it’s all because of Sansa.

When Sansa comes we see Jon smile again, laugh again. In their first sit down conversation after the reunion Jon is hesitant and regretful about what ended up happening to them all, but for the first time since he was resurrected he’s not dwelling on what happened to him at the wall. Being around Sansa starts to give him his identity back, the identity he had lost when he died and came back to life.

Despite this welcomed return of some of the shades of his former self, when Sansa suggests they go back to Winterfel his softened and light hearted demeanor changes back to the worn out former hero that he’s become now. I won’t get into that scene too much but Sansa is the first person Jon shows his exasperated feelings about war to. When he takes to his friend he said he couldn’t stay at the wall because of what happened, but when he talks to Sansa he’s much more transparent. I believe he decides to finally tell his truth to her because she’s one of the few people who doesn’t see him as the hero who is supposed to save them all from doom, and because he knows that this is important to her.

Jon was tired of fighting. He was tired of death, The destruction, the politics, the way war corrupts good men, the way war claims the lives of not only men but when children. He tells her that he’s been fighting since he left winterfel and he can’t do it anymore. He fought and he lost. Like I said he’s a broken hero, an exhausted man who can’t bring himself to be the knight that everyone wants him to be anymore.

When he tells her he’s tired of fighting she can see the exasperation and the exhaustion in his eyes, and I believe she felt great empathy for him. She can probably relate since I’m sure she’s also tired of the cycle she’s been on since she left her home, but Sansa still has a cause to champion, her own cause, her families cause. She reminds him that their survival depends on taking the North back. They will never be safe out their drifting in the south. Never. And she tells him that she will do it herself if she has to.

Those words are what shook Jon out of his funk. Sansa is the person who inspired him to be the hero again. She was his motivation to fight again when he wanted to give up for good. When she stormed back into his life he found a purpose again, protecting her, and when she said she would take their home back he found his resolve to fight again because he couldn’t let her go to war with the boltons alone. Sansa was determined, and if she was going to do this he had to do it with her because he loved her and it was his duty to protect her. She needed him to fight for their home and their survival so he did what he said he was tired of doing. He rallied an army for her, found his inner knight and went to battle despite negative odds because Sansa (and Rickon) needed him. By doing so he found his purpose again, he became a leader again, he becomes the hero that the North needed again.

This is a major turning point for Jon and almost all of it is motivated by Sansa. It’s important because that caused this experience together formed an emotional bond between them, a bond that was nothing like what they would have had if they had been close as siblings growing up. Sansa wasn’t his delicate little sister anymore, she was the rightful Lady of Winterfel, a fearless and determined partner, a smart and cunning woman who does things like boldly tell to her abuser to sleep well because he will die come morning and publicly undermines him

The circumstances by which Sansa came back into his life and the timing created this dynamic between them that didn’t feel like siblings to Jon, it felt like something else, something neither of them quite understood or knew how to manage. That’s why once the fighting is over and the war is won they don’t know how to truly handle it. Jon struggles with it the most because he wants to put her back into the little sister box but she clearly doesn’t fit in it. He tries to be her “brother” but she’s not the “sister” he knew and he can tell. She’s not delicate, she’s not the gently naive girl anymore. When she reaches for his drink the first time they talk he’s surprised that she drinks because the Sansa he knew was just a girl who didn’t do such things. When she’s assertive as they plan their attack he’s a little taken back because the girl he knew wasn’t a part of military strategy.

He doesn’t know how to function as a brother with her because that role clashes with everything he knows and feels about her now. It’s confusing for him because his head says she’s his sister, duty says he she’s his sister and he should treat her as such, but she feels like a partner when they interact, their bond feels more like one you would find with two spouses, bit too siblings and he can’t turn that feeling off because they never had a strong sibling like relationship to begin with. Sansa functions and feels like Queen to him, not like a sibling and he can’t quite wrap his head around it. He had difficulty embracing it because the idea of Sansa as something other than his sister is too jarring for him.

It’s also hard for him because Sansa doesn’t need a brother she needs a King and a partner. She doesn’t need him to protect her in the typical brother like way. She even tells him that he can’t, that no one can protect her. She doesn’t need him to hover over her and make sure the boys don’t mess with her and she doesn’t hurt herself. She doesn’t need him to shield her from the bad things of the world and treat her like she’s made of porcelain glass. She needs him to lead the North and let her be at his side as he does it. She needs him to be a smart, brave and fierce leader that stands at her side to protect their home and their family. She doesn’t need him to replace Ned, she doesn’t need him to replace Robb, she needs him to be the opposite of all the men she’s been with since she left her home. She needs him to function not like a brother, but like the antithesis of who Joffrey, Ramsey, and Littlefinger were in her life. He senses it, and he is reluctant to do it because having a bond with your sister that’s more like the bond of a spouse just isn’t what’s supposed to happen. It’s not how they are supposed to be with each other, it’s not how they should be on some level they both know that it’s not normal but it’s their reality. Sansa needs him to be the Ned to her Catelyn, and to him she already feels like the Catelyn to his Ned, but he can’t embrace that because what does it mean? Your sister Isn’t supposed to feel like your wife. So he is distant from her. He is reluctant to listen to her, he tries to assert his authority over her and his kingdom to get her to back off and to try to force her into a role she doesn’t want and he knows she can’t fit.

So they clash. They clash because Sansa can not be boxed in and Jon is confused about how he’s supposed to function with her. It’s too late for them to go back and make their relationship into something that it’s clearly not, into something that resembles a proper sibling relationship. Jon is forced to embrace it because if he doesn’t he will alienate her and hurt her, and he doesn’t want to do that, he cares too much about her and respects her too much to treat her that way. He’s also aware that he needs her just as much as she needs him and If they are going to make it together he needs to let go.

Episode 2 was Jon finally giving up his futile fight to keep his relationship Sansa in a place that he’s comfortable with, in a place that’s safe and not confusing and dangerous. He finally treats her like a partner, he asks for her advice, considers her opinions. He gives her what she needs, what she craves from him. He decides to be the man she needs, the man she’s been missing from her life all this time. It’s no coincidence that this culminates in him practically embracing her as his Queen publicly. I know her official title isn’t “Queen in the North” But symbolically that’s exactly what she is and most important it’s what she is to Jon. There is no one else in the North he would trust to run Winterfel and the North as he travels south. He leaves their Kingdom to her. He could have left it to anyone of those male Lords but he didn’t because Sansa is his partner, Sansa is the one who rules at his side and Sansa is the one who shall rule in his stead. When he announces that he’s going south his only real priority is Sansa. She was the one he wanted to understand, she was the one he wanted to support his risk to save her and everyone. She was the one whose fears and apprehensions he wanted to tame before he left. Sansa is the most important person in his life and the only opinion that truly mattered. Just like her affirmation was the only affirmation that truly mattered when he needed to break free is the stigma of being Ned Stark’s bastard, just like her affirmation is the affirmation he needed the most when he came to how he was doing as a leader, just like Sansa was the one who motivated him to become the leader that he is once again.

All roads lead back to Sansa for Jon which is why It was never even a question for him when he made his decision to leave. His kingdom belongs to his queen, Sansa Stark.

It’s going to be interesting because after this there is no going back for the two of them. Even if they never get romantic they will never be able to pretend they are just siblings. They will never play that role for each other.

I suspect that Jon knows this, which is why it’s no coincidence that Jon’s brewing confrontation with Littlefinger comes after he has finally embraced her role in his life and why Jon looses control and violently acts out aganist him when he tells him that he loves Sansa. His rage towards Littlefinger can can’t hide behind this tameness of “brother” since he’s officially shed that role. What we see instead is the rage of a King, a king who will not stand for anyone, especially someone like Littlefinger, breathing near his Queen.

When I go to the bookstore, I’ll grab books and read the last few pages. I want to know how it ends. I want to know where we end up.  Hollywood executives always read the first and last page of a screenplay, and if the characters don’t change, they toss the script.  We inherently want a landing, a safe conclusion, a final punctuation on the sentence of life.  

When I first read the Bible for myself, I started at Revelation.  I wanted to know if everything was going to be okay.  I heard about the Fall of Man and all the ugly things that happened in Genesis; I knew about the flood and the tower of Babel and the incest and the wars.  In Revelation, I was overwhelmed. Everything was getting put right again.  Justice was unrolling from Heaven, angels speaking with mere men, evil squashed to pieces, healing was all over the place.  Since then, I read the Bible very differently.  I know that the first page doesn’t get to say everything about us, and we get a landing, a final sentence of victory.  We get to win, because God does.

 — J.S.

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

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


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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That…I…met my soulmate?”

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

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

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

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

“Thank you, sir.”

“No trouble.”

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

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

“But I - That’s Massachusetts.”

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

“Yes, sir.”

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


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

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

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

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

“You…were expecting me?”

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

“Oh…I…guess that makes sense?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Hello.  You must be…”

“Eric.  Eric Bittle.”

“Right.  And -”

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

“It’s so nice to meet you.”

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

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


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


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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

Jack laughs.

Obsessions (Part 4)

Writer- @myhellyourstories

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Disclaimer- I do not own any of the Descendants characters, all credit goes to the creator and producers of Disney’s Descendants. All I own is my story.

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Pairing- Harry Hook x Fem! Reader

Warning(s)- Cursing, Taking about abuse, Self-harming, Blood.

Words- 2561

A/N- I don’t feel like writing Harry’s pirate grammar, so imagine it’s more piratey.

Originally posted by seaside-stars

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Do you love me anymore? (Alec x Reader)



You stood there watching Alec as he talked to Lydia, for what felt like the hundred time today. Every time you try to talk to him he would tell you he was busy and that he would see you later when you guys did a mission together later that night. But what was so important that he was only talking to Lydia and no one else? As far as you knew nothing big was going on with The Clave. It just didn’t make any sense. Your watched buzz as a reminder to go train with Jace, so you took one last look at the pair and turned away.


 


   “What’s gotten into you today?” Jace said as he stood over you. You were laying on the matt trying to catch your breath as Jace knocked you over moments before for the fourth time today. By look on Jace’s face he could tell there was something wrong. You were never this bad at training with him. You guys had the same skill level and everyone knew that but today you couldn’t focus. All you could think about was Alec.  You jumped up and told him “There’s nothing to worry about Jace maybe I’m just having an off day.” You didn’t want to say anything to him knowing that you were probably just being over dramatic. “I’ll be better tomorrow, Don’t worry about it. I got to go now and get ready, so I’ll catch you after.” You said as packed your things and left.


    “Y/N” Someone shouted behind you, so you turned around. It was Izzy.


“Thank god Izzy, I’ve been waiting on Alec to show up. Do you know when he’s coming?” You asked her as she got closer.


“That’s what I’m here about, Alec can’t go so I had to fill in” She told you.


“Oh” was all you said. You were disappoint that Alec couldn’t go, you figured it was something to do was he’s been talking to Lydia a lot lately.


“Come on then, lets go” Izzy said grabbing your arm and pulling you with her. Maybe this night wouldn’t to bad after all.


 


     “See you later” You yelled down to Izzy as you both walked into your rooms. You jumped back as soon as you walked into the room not excepting Alec to be stood in the middle.


“Hey what are you doing here?” You asked as you finally walked in laying your bag to the side.


“We need to talk” Alec said as he stood looking serious with his arms crossed.


“Sure but can it wait? I need a shower after this mission” You told him as you started to walk to the bathroom.


“No it can’t” He said grabbing your arm, stopping you making you turned to look at him.


“Why not? It’s not a big deal that you couldn’t go on the mission” Even thou that was a lie, you were mad at him that he couldn’t go, more importantly that he didn’t tell you. You were just standing by yourself until Izzy showed up.


“Do you still love me?” Alec questioned you.


“What? Why would you ask me that? I wouldn’t be with you if I didn’t” You just look at Alec blankly. He stepped away from you, you went to step closer but he put his arm out stopping you.


“This is going to be harder then I thought then” Alec told you. You gasp, you knew what was about to happen. He was about to break your heart.


“I umm I” Alec started to stutter before he took a breath and started to speak again.


“I think we need to break up”


“I thought you loved me?” You asked with tear building up in your eyes. Alec looked away, he didn’t want to see you cry because of him.


“I don’t anymore, I’m sorry”


“YOUR SORRY?” You yelled, Alec filched back “You just broke my heart into a millions pieces and all you can say is sorry” Your voice breaking.


“I’m so-“ He went to say but you stopped him


“Don’t say it again” You took a deep breath trying to calm yourself down, “Just get out of my room please” You said closing your eyes trying not to break down. Alec just nodded and started to make his way out.


“Wait” You whisper, Alec just barely able to hear you. He stopped but didn’t turn around.


“It’s Lydia isn’t it?” You asked not really wanting to know the truth. Alec stood silence for a moment, he didn’t know what to say so he just left. As he shut the door, you broke down into tears knowing that the man you loved was about to walked into someone else’s arms. He didn’t love you anymore and you wondering how long had you been living a lie.