next is a quell!

anonymous asked:

Same au as the argument one. Trini gets hurt and Kim goes all protective freak out girlfriend

Thanks for the prompt!

Trini isn’t one for looking after people, and it’s not because she doesn’t care; sometimes she was so distracted with everything going on around her that she simply doesn’t remember to check up on them. It’s the reason why she doesn’t blame anyone when they don’t notice her lagging behind. It’s getting harder for her to breathe, her chest feels like someone was standing on it, her eyes blurry as a headache bounces around in her head. She stumbles for a few more steps before her eyes roll to the back of her head, her legs giving out as she collapses.

“Kimberly,” it’s a hushed whisper, but she doesn’t turn to look at Jason, her eyes trained on the girl in the hospital bed. “You should go home.”

She shakes her head because, no, she doesn’t want to go anywhere that isn’t near Trini. This was all her fault, anyway, she hadn’t been paying attention after they had finished fighting; she had been talking with Billy about how to make her arrows explode when they hit their target when they had noticed Trini wasn’t with them. Had she been paying attention, maybe she would have gotten her help sooner. So she doesn’t turn her head, just keeps her eyes on the still figure laying on the hospital bed, afraid that if she looks away, the other girl might disappear.

“Kim,” Jason tries again, his voice gentle as he looks at her from the door, but she simply shakes her head. She hears him sigh before he walks out of the hospital room, his head hung as he walked down the hallway to meat up with the other guys. She settles herself into her seat, making herself as comfortable as she can before grabbing the other girl’s hand. She lets her thumb stroke smooth tan skin as her eyes trace the dark halo around the other girl’s face, Trini’s brown hair going every which way on her pillow, but she lets her eyes trail to the white bandage wrapping around her forehead, and she can’t help but frown. 

Kimberly doesn’t know when the Latina had hit her head during the fight, but the doctor had said Trini’s brain swelling had been caused by a hard hit to the head, the girl’s air circulation had stopped and caused her to black out - they made sure not to tell the doctors they had ran over with Trini in Kimberly’s arms when he asked how they managed to get there on time.

“I’m so sorry.” Kimberly whispers into the quiet room, her thumb still stroking tan skin as worry swirls in her eyes, her stomach coiling with tension as she sits by the girl’s hospital bed, waiting impatiently for the ranger to wake up. She hates the quiet that surrounds them, makes her think something is trying to sneak up on her, makes her realize she’s alone with her thoughts - with her guilt. She shifts in her chair, running her fingers through her hair, a frustrated huff escaping her lips as she bows her head.

She figures she should get some rest before Trini’s family comes, Trini’s parents leaving April Grove tomorrow, giving them enough time to find someone who’ll stay with Trini’s brothers.

She lets a frustrated huff escape her lips as she lifts her head, looking at her girlfriend as she bites her lower lip with worry. Kimberly stands, unable to stay still for long, and shuffles forward until she’s standing beside a sleeping Trini, the heavy feeling in her chest unwavering as she sees the IV Trini had in her arm, the cables for the EKG machine doing their job as the sound of Trini’s beating heart calms her enough not to be in tears..

“Wake up soon, yeah?” Kimberly whispers - pleads - as she bends down and kisses Trini’s forehead, frowning when her lips meat heated skin. She takes her seat and waits.

“You should be at school.” Trini says with an eye roll as she watches Kimberly walk through the door of their bedroom. Kimberly doesn’t reply, just waves her off and walks closer, bending down to press a kiss against her lips. Trini smiles when Kimberly seems to take a step back before pecking her lips one more time, almost as if once was not enough.

“How are you feeling?” Kimberly asks instead, taking a seat at the edge of Trini’s bed, brushing a strand of black hair behind her ear as she watches the shorter girl struggle to sit up. There’s worry in her eyes, but she doesn’t help - she doesn’t need another angry rant about Trini being strong enough to do a few things by herself.

Trini groans, but she doesn’t realize it until Kimberly’s brown eyes fill to the brim with worry.

“That bad, huh?” Kimberly asks as she smiles, but Trini can see the concern that cloud brown eyes, and she hates seeing it there. She can tell her girlfriend was stressed out about the fact that she’s still having trouble with her health, but there wasn’t much she could do. At least her ranger powers were helping her heal a little faster. She had woken up the next morning and had been sent home three days later with the doctors questioning how she was able to heal so quickly.

“I’m fine, just a small headache.” Trini says as she tries to wave off the worried brown eyes.

“Do you need something? When did you last take your pain medicine? You should have taken it for breakfast, right? That was probably around..” Kimberly takes a second to think before she’s rambling again, “eight? and it’s one?”

Trini just raises an amused smile because this has been her girlfriend for the last two weeks. She grabs Kimberly’s hand when she notices the other girl was about to stand. “Will you relax?” She tugs on Kim’s hand until the other girl sits down reluctantly. “I don’t want anything, and you’ve only been gone for a couple hours.”

“Why not?” The question is shot quickly, brown eyes skimming over Trini’s body as her brows furrow.

“The medicine makes me feel funny.” Trini excuses, tugging at the girl’s hand again, but Kimberly doesn’t budge, a tentative look crossing her face.

“Okay, so do you want ice or your heating pad?” Kimberly says, getting ready to stand before Trini tugs again. “What? Do you want Tylenol or Advil?”

“Will you please just sit with me?” Trini asks exasperated with an eye roll, tugging at the other girls hand again.

“Not until you tell me how to help.” Kimberly stubbornly says, half-heartedly glaring at the other girl. Trini watches as Kimberly’s face twists with an intrigued look as she scoots herself forward and feels her forehead with the back of her hand.

“Will you please stop?” Trini says frustrated, shoving the other girl’s hand away slightly, but she’s not surprised when Kimberly goes undeterred and lets her hand fall to her neck, switching from side to side to check her temperature. Trini gives up and lets Kimberly finish checking her. Trini swears she worries too much. “Are you done?” Trini asks, annoyed.

“Do you want ice or heating pad?” Kimberly persists, brows furrowed as she stands and moves towards the table in the corner, the desk full with medicine and different size heating pads. 

“Ice.” Trini grumbles, eyes rolling when Kimberly gets a satisfied smile playing on her face.

“Here,” Kimberly says after a few second, fishing out an ice gel pack from the mini fridge Trini had in her room. Kimberly goes to put it on her head, but Trini simply snatches it out of her hand with a huff and places it on the back of her head, glaring at her girlfriend. “Will you stop being angry?” Kimberly says with a shake of her head, taking a seat in her previous position.

“Will you stop babying me?” Trini snaps, crossing her arms and letting the ice pack fall at her side. “You can’t just come lay with me like a normal girlfriend?”

Kimberly rolls her eyes as she stands, kicking off her sneakers before pulling back Trini’s sheets, scooting herself next to the other woman, tugging her gently into her side. Trini lets Kim pull her closer, but she doesn’t lean into her as she looks across the room towards the TV.

“I’m just making sure you’re not in pain.” Kimberly says with a sigh, a small chuckle escaping her lips when Trini rolls her eyes. She waits until her girlfriend turns to look at her, an annoyed frown playing on her lips, before Kimberly pouts and bats her eyelashes.

“I hate you.” Trini says simply as Kimberly tugs her again and Trini simply curls herself around the taller girl, tucking her head into Kimberly’s neck, smiling when Kim kisses her forehead gently. Trini loves moments like these when Kimberly just relaxes, small content sighs escaping her lips every now and then as she lets her hand stroke Trini’s back. She doesn’t miss the small moments when Kimberly leans her head on Trini’s forehead to make sure she wasn’t running a fever. Trini’s head does hurt, so much so that she can barely keep her eyes open, but just having Kimberly next to her was enough to quell the pain.

“I love you.”

“You betta.”

Ease - Part 15



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SummaryYou and your best friend Taehyung have recently got into the same university in the capital of Seoul. Hoping that this was your year to finally admit your romantic feelings towards your said best friend, uni seems an exciting prospect. But of course, the future never really goes according to plan.

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“So, it’s over between you and Jungkook?” Yoongi asked, his words indistinct as his teeth were clenched around a pepero stick. “Didn’t last long, did it?”

“King of sympathy, aren’t you Yoongs?” scorned Hoseok, quickly shooting a death glare to his friend before focusing back on his phone screen, which was so close to his face his nose was almost brushing it.

You shook your head understandingly. “It’s okay, we were never really together in the first place. Just trying things out, seeing if we would make a good couple. I’m still sad that it’s over though. I really thought we could make it work, in the end.”

Yoongi continued nibbling at his food, not noticing the crumbs that was accumulating in the folds of his clothes. “I think,” nibble, nibble, “that Jungkook did the right thing. From what I saw,” nibble, nibble, “your relationship was heading down a dangerous road. Outcome wouldn’t have been pretty.”

“Deep down, I knew it was too problematic for true romance, but he’s always been so supportive and he’s had my back. Although,” you added, looking around the practice room, “I have no idea where he is. He was supposed to be here half an hour ago.”

It was the weekend, so it was unusual for any of you to be missing. You had hours of uninterrupted practice in front of you, yet none of you were on your feet, as Jungkook hadn’t turned up and Hoseok was anxiously awaiting the results for the competition.

“There’s no point rehearsing if we haven’t got into the show,” he’d argued, and Yoongi had been more than happy to agree and sit down with no complaints.

After Jungkook announced at the park that he was ending the relationship between you, you’d spent a little while longer talking about everything you’d been too scared to discuss before. You’d asked him what he meant about teaching him about love, but he avoided the question and instead stared distractedly at Taehyung and Jimin playing football.  There was still something about Jungkook that you didn’t quite understand, and even going into detail afterwards about your feelings didn’t clear things the air. It wasn’t to do with him struggling to open up, or how he’d never been in a relationship, but there was something more.

Yoongi let out an exasperated noise as he watched Hoseok’s intense expression. “Hoseok, you’re going to get bad eyesight if you hold your phone that close-”

“IT’S HERE!” he bellowed, causing you both to jump in fright. However, you leapt up and skidded over to Hoseok, you looking over his left shoulder and Yoongi over his right.

“I don’t believe it,” mumbled Yoongi, as Hoseok froze in shock. “We got in! And look Y/N, you and Jungkook are there too!”

“Hoseok, are you okay?”

Hoseok seemed to be staring into space, but surely enough, a huge grin split across his face, lighting up his eyes in excitement. Letting out a massive yell, he leapt to his feet and began a victory dance in the middle of the room, knocking both you and Yoongi backwards onto the floor.

Aish, really?” grumbled Yoongi, rubbing his backside sorrowfully.

The elatedness you felt after hearing the results was short lived, as the panic of Jungkook’s whereabouts set in. Where was he? Checking your phone for the hundredth time, it didn’t surprise you to see no new messages.

“I’m going to go check on Jungkook,” you announced, speaking loudly over Hoseok’s elated shouting.

“You’re leaving me?” asked Yoongi, his furrowed eyebrows making his eyes even more doe-like and pitiful. “With him?”

You just laughed at his crestfallen face. “I’m sure I won’t be long.”

Leaving the practice room, you strode down the cobblestone street towards Jungkook’s house. Your heart couldn’t help lifting at the possibility of Taehyung being there, too.

“You did what?”

Jungkook sighed, but he looked regretful. “I tore a ligament my ankle while I was practising the spin the other day. I asked the doctor if I could still participate in the dance competition, and she strictly forbade me.”

You couldn’t believe it. After rehearsing for so long, Jungkook ruined your chances of winning by injuring himself. Sure, it wasn’t about the money any more, but you couldn’t accept that your weeks, months, of hard work had gone to waste. Your heart sank into your stomach with disappointment, the glorious image of you and Jungkook preparing to go onstage with Hoseok and Yoongi fading in your head.

“You didn’t even text me!”

“Please don’t be mad at me,” said Jungkook softly, ruffling his chocolate-brown hair ruefully. “You could always enter with someone else.”

“What do you mean?” you asked loudly. “They won’t let us change the line-up after the audition process, and plus no one else knows the dance! Well, apart from Hoseok and Yoongi, but they’re in the competition already.”

Jungkook gave you a sideways smirk. “You can teach Taehyung the dance.”

Teach Taehyung? Your heart did a double beat at the thought, but you forced yourself to think rationally.

“It’s a week until the final performance!” you spluttered.

“I’m really sorry, Y/N. I can barely walk let alone dance. It’s either you teach someone else, and let them enter under my name, or pull out from the competition.”

You sank down onto the edge of Jungkook’s bed, eyeing is bandaged ankle warily. You couldn’t possibly teach Taehyung your whole dance in a week. Could you? Jungkook was peering at you with an expression of remorse and upset. You knew he was looking forward to dancing as well, and the outcome of the situation probably stung a lot more than he was letting on. After all, it was his choreography, and he was swallowing his pride by letting someone else dance in his place, just so you still had a chance.

However, it’d taken you a lot longer than a week to learn the routine. Plus, Jungkook seemed a natural at teaching, whereas you could barely get Taehyung to stop talking.

“Taehyung… doesn’t know…” you said hesitatingly, not quite knowing how to break the news. Jungkook waited patiently for you to continue, while you stuttered on. “He doesn’t know about us dancing,” you finished, all in a rush.

Jungkook gawked at you for a few moments, then burst into fits of laughter, his shoulders shaking as he crowed gleefully. You sat there, cheeks beginning to glow red as he continued to howl, not finding it funny in the slightest.

“You never told him,” he wheezed, more of a statement than a question.

Huffing, you folded your arms in defiance. “Why didn’t you ever tell him?”

“He never asked me, so I assumed he knew. Go tell him right now, silly.”

He was still grinning from ear to ear, but it was more playful than happy for your misfortune, so you weren’t reassured at all as you got up and made your way to the door.

“Are you sure you want me to do this?” you asked tentatively. “I mean, you practically hated Taehyung for making me upset, and now you’re willing to let him take your place?”

“I never hated him,” he corrected, “I just thought he was being a bit arrogant. I still want the judges to see my choreography though, so I’m willing to let someone else have a go, even if it is Taehyung. I should’ve never intervened between you two.”

You stood by the doorway, contemplating Jungkook’s words. He sounded honest and sincere, which didn’t help you feel better. He was a good friend and you were happy he was there for you, even though it wasn’t exactly what you needed. “I’m glad you did,” you swallowed, before leaving him in peace.

As you inched your way to Taehyung’s room, you wondered how Jungkook was acting so calm and collected after what happened at the park. After being jealous at any mention of Taehyung, he was now encouraging you to dance with him. He could’ve suggested Jin or Namjoon, but he didn’t. And you couldn’t understand why. He’d been so quick to move on, as if his heart wasn’t broken. Did he really love you, if it didn’t hurt him to leave you?

Taehyung’s room was dim, as his curtains were still half closed. However, Taehyung was sat in the middle of his bed, surrounded by piles of notes and work which he clearly wasn’t doing.

“Ahh, Y/N! Just the person I need! Can you help me? I can’t figure out if we’ve finished the topic or not, or if I was even there for that class. Physically or mentally.”

It was strange talking to Taehyung again; while you were going through turmoil and facing one problem after another, Taehyung seemed bizarrely normal. It was clear something had changed between you, but he seemed determined not to let it get in the way of your friendship. Trying to quell your small smile, you sat down next to Taehyung and worked through his notes, sorting out where information was missing. All the while, Taehyung blabbered on about a video game he’d finished while you listened quietly about graphics, plot twists, and tactics. Normally, you would’ve asked questions and let him ramble on, but this time you were too anxious to tell him about the dance show that you barely responded, until finally he talked himself into silence.

“Are you okay, Y/N? Am I boring you?” he asked quizzically.

“No, no, of course not. It’s interesting, but there’s something I need to tell you.”

“So long as it’s not you getting married to Jungkook.”

You stared at Taehyung in astonishment, wondering how he’d managed to come up with that idea.

However, Taehyung seemed to misread your perplexed expression and turned a pale shade of grey. “Oh, you are getting married. Oh damn, can we do that again? I’ll respond better this time, I swear. Go on, say that you have something to tell me.”

Stunned into silence, you could barely comprehend why Taehyung was jumping to the conclusion of marriage. Nor why he’d begun to wring his hands, or why he was breathing quickly out of his mouth. His lips were a flushed pink as he licked them, readying himself to reply with the appropriate wishes.

“Taehyung,” you laughed breathily, “I’m not getting married.”

He seemed to collapse a few inches as he sighed out of his nose. “Well,” he grumbled, “you could’ve told me that before I embarrassed myself.”

“I was going to tell you why I’m meeting up with Jungkook every morning,” you said, ignoring his mumbling.

“And night.”

“Whatever. Ages ago, I decided to sign up to a dance competition to earn some extra cash. It was an impulsive thing, and I was going to ask you to join, but Jungkook was happy to be my dance partner. That’s what we’ve been doing: rehearsing. We’ve practised so hard, and there was an audition process because of some celebrity judge, and we passed. The actual, final show is next week.”

“A dance competition? Was that all?” He sounded taken aback, as if he was expecting something more dramatic.

“When things got too confusing, it was nice to fall back on dancing as a way to get my mind off it,” you explained, watching Taehyung’s tanned hands fiddle with a pen. “A sort of therapy, if you like. Problem is, Jungkook’s hurt himself, and he can’t participate in the competition. Feels like we’ve fallen at the last hurdle, but Jungkook said that, if you want, I could teach you the routine and you could enter instead.”

You waited expectantly for Taehyung’s reaction, hoping that he wasn’t too offended about the whole situation. Luckily, he was nodding agreeably.

“If you need my help, then sure,” he grinned, showing off his teeth. “Can’t wait! Never expected your meetings to be dancing. You’re full of surprises. It’s going to be fun, right?”

“You’ll need to work hard,” you instructed, raising your eyebrows in a mock seriousness. In a sterner voice, you added, “Don’t make me ask Jin.”

“Does Jin know about the dancing? Does everyone else know, too?”

Meekly, you said yes, avoiding looking straight into Taehyung’s eyes and instead focusing on the extremely interesting sticky note behind him. All that was written was ‘reminder: revise’, but you hoped that Taehyung wasn’t aware of that.

“Can’t believe it,” he moaned. “The only one who didn’t know!”

“You were dating Yeji,” you blurted out. “And I was annoyed with you at the time for abandoning me.”

“Let’s not talk about Yeji,” Taehyung said quickly, dropping the pen onto his notepad with a concluding thud. “Did you want to start practicing now?” His eyes were shifty, but his tone was pressing, so you didn’t feel inclined to push for a further explanation.

Baffled and slightly nervous, you took Taehyung to the practice room to meet Hoseok and Yoongi after saying goodbye to Jungkook. He cheered you on silently, making kissing faces behind Taehyung’s back while you flipped him off and closed the door.

“I regret agreeing to this,” moaned Taehyung, after you’d shown him the choreography to the first verse. “I’m so tired!”

“Think of my poor feet!” you argued. “You’ve trod on me at least eight times.”

Hoseok and Yoongi sat at the side, sipping on cold drinks that you’d stopped off to buy and laughing at your misery. When you’d introduced them, Taehyung stopped in his tracks and his mouth fell open.

“You’re from Cake Corner!” he’d exclaimed, bowing eagerly and almost bouncing back up again. “I didn’t know you were friends with Y/N!”

From there, the three boys got along like a house on fire, and when you explained the plan to let Taehyung enter as Jungkook, they agreed not to give the game away. Yoongi questioned what you would do if they offered Taehyung a chance to become a trainee, but Hoseok shushed him and demanded Taehyung to watch their routine to get his opinion.

Teaching Taehyung was going as well as you thought it would: terribly. He fell about laughing whenever he made a mistake, and when he complained, you threatened to replace him with Jin.

“I can’t do that,” he said obstinately, surveying the demonstration you and Hoseok gave of the roll-across-the-back movement.

“It’s not as hard as it looks,” chuckled Hoseok. “Once you’ve had a few practices, you’ll get the hang of it.”

Easier said than done, you grumbled to yourself. The first time you tried it, Taehyung lifted you so hard that you barely made contact with his back before you skidded off onto the floor. With a sore back, you told him to be gentle, but on the second go, he didn’t even lift you off the ground.

“Somewhere in the middle of those two,” called out Yoongi as he packed to go home, earning a hard glare from you.

Taehyung began practicing a few steps by himself, allowing you to stand with Hoseok as he shrugged on his jacket. “So…” you said slowly, “what do you think of him?”

“He’s special to you,” he stated vaguely, peering at the orange-haired boy as he stumbled over his own feet. “I understand why you like him.”

“Yah, Y/N!” yelled Taehyung from where he sat on the floor. “Remember that teacher we had in middle school, the one who said I would never have good coordination? What if she was right?”

Hoseok winked as he walked through the door. “We’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Good luck!” whooped Yoongi.

Up until that point, you weren’t nervous about the competition. With Jungkook, you were sure you could perform and not come bottom of the ranks, but with Taehyung? Although it was the first time you’d gone through the dance with him, it didn’t look promising. But you were properly in the show now, and you didn’t want to drop out, especially not when Jungkook wanted to see his choreography on stage.

As you walked home, Taehyung noticed your distressed expression as he linked arms with you, just like he always did.

“Are you worried about the dance?” he asked gently, understanding you straightaway. When you didn’t reply, he pulled you to a stop so that you were stood face to face on the street, the sun almost set on the horizon. He put his warm hands on your cheeks, cupping your face and staring at you with his deep brown eyes. “I promise I’ll work hard to get it right,” he assured. “I won’t let you or Jungkook down.”

Feeling his soft palms against your skin and hearing the concern underneath his words made you well up, not knowing quite how to deal with the sudden comfort. As your face began to screw up, Taehyung pulled you into a honey-scented hug. You clung tight, feeling his heartbeat through the thin material of his shirt.

“Is everything okay? You can tell me. I won’t judge you.”

Everything got to you at once. Seeing Taehyung that close and remembering how your life used to be before Seoul and before university got you wound up, and the nostalgia brought a sudden sadness that you couldn’t control.

“Nothing’s going right,” you sniffed, desperately hoping you weren’t leaving snot all over his clothes. “Jungkook’s hurt his stupid ankle and I feel terrible for not loving him enough. I’m feeling pressured about money because I’m not entirely sure my job is covering my rent, although my parents assured me that it is, but they just have to lie about those things, don’t they? And the fight with you got me so down, and now Jungkook’s broke off our relationship and isn’t even upset about it, even when I thought I wouldn’t be, but I am and it’s a horrible feeling, and I wish I had friendly housemates to talk it through with like you do with yours, but I’m not close with them at all-”

“Wait, you’re not dating Jungkook anymore?” interrupted Taehyung, pushing you away from his chest so he could examine your face. “He broke it off?” When you threatened to burst into tears, he muttered, “Never mind,” and hugged you closer. He didn’t hold you like he intended to fix you, or pretend that everything was going to be okay, as if he knew that you hated hearing that. It felt like he simply wanted to be there.

“Why don’t you come back to mine?” he offered, cradling you tightly. “We can have a much needed movie night. Your pick.”

You couldn’t pass up an opportunity like that, so you agreed, and Taehyung lead you carefully down the street, not letting your body stray away from his.

You’d chosen one of your favourite chick flicks that you could almost quote word for word, but you never tired from it. Although Taehyung had also seen it multiple times, as you’d forced him to sit with you, he didn’t complain about your selection and happily grabbed blankets to snuggle under on the sofa.

Now that he knew all the secrets you’d been holding in for months, you felt a whole lot more comfortable around him. A weight had been lifted off your shoulders, and so you began narrating a story that you’d told him many times before, but was repeating just for the sake of it. However, Taehyung listened attentively, like he’d never heard it before, and he laughed in the right places and added little ‘really’s and ‘oh’s to show he was still paying attention. You knew it was because he was trying to cheer you up, but a part of you hoped that he was generally happy to hear you talk.

Before long, the conversation went back to Jungkook, and you ended up telling him how he’d acted if Taehyung was mentioned.

“Did he treat you badly again, like he did before we met up at the cupcake place?” he questioned, his mouth forming a thin line.

“No,” you said firmly, “he never treated me badly, but I’m too independent and feisty to get along with him sometimes. Now that we’re not together, he’s gone back to being soft and tame. Perhaps I just brought out the protective side of him, because I couldn’t love him the way I should’ve. That’s my mistake: agreeing to being with him even though I knew, deep down, it wouldn’t be a healthy relationship.”

“Don’t blame yourself for whatever emotions you have,” he said lowly, his eyes becoming hooded as he laid his hand on top of yours gingerly. “He was scared of losing you, but now that he’s realised that it wasn’t what he wanted either, you shouldn’t stress about it. I think that, somewhere along the way, he thought he was going along the wrong path. So, he turned around and left you stranded, so you’re feeling lost. You feel lost sometimes, I remember. You start wondering if you’re doing the right thing, and you question yourself.”

Blinking twice, you tried not to show your bewilderment. You had no idea that Taehyung paid attention to that sort of thing, and you could feel your spirits lifting as you realised that he bothered to remember the smallest details about you that no one else did.

“Come on,” he grinned, as he grabbed a blanket. “Let’s roll you up.”

“I’m not a sushi,” you whined, as he started pulling the blanket around your body, pinning your arms to your sides.

“That’s exactly what you are. A little sushi roll.”

“Less of the ‘little’, thank you very much.”

It was fair to say that you felt infinitely better as Taehyung cuddled you on the sofa, occasionally feeding you food and giving you water throughout the rest of the film. Sure, things were getting muddled and you were on the verge of having a meltdown every now and then, but maybe, just maybe, things could work out after all. Even if it meant dealing with the clammy hands and heart racing when Taehyung laid his head on yours, his eyes trained on the screen. You should’ve pushed him away, told him that he couldn’t do that to you, but you didn’t have the strength. He was your weakness, and you were perfectly okay with that.

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In which Jungkook gets doped up on meds after a routine surgery and briefly forgets that Jimin is his husband.

Jimin takes a deep breath in the middle of the hospital hallway. Doctors and nurses rush past him, and though he’s been at Jungkook’s bedside for days while they sent him through various tests, Jimin is still unsettled in the stiff and panicked place.

“You okay?” Taehyung asks him, hand on Jimin’s shoulder.

“Yeah,” he replies. He is fine; Jungkook is fine, too. It’s a routine procedure, and the doctors say he’ll be fine. But there’s still nothing scarier than seeing Jungkook hooked up to beeping machines–nothing scarier than knowing he’ll be at the mercy of surgeons Jimin doesn’t even know.

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So. Congrats. Sidon now acts like a fucking cat because purring affectionate zora dad that just puffs out all aggressively when he’s angry is the cutest fucking thing and you fucking know it.

Also this chapter ends on an angst note because it was getting too long and I had to split this one just before important life chats with Dad Dorephan. I’m sorry. 

Second of all, I can guarantee that the rating of this fic will go up.


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Pairings: Yoonseok, Namjin

Words: 4264

Genre: college!au, Soulmate!au

Summary: Soul words don’t always turn out to be as romantic as you’d hoped.
Alternatively ‘the course of true love never did run smooth’ and in Yoongi and Hoseok’s case it might just take locking them in a small room together to pull everything back together

(Not necessary, but i would recommend reading Coffee, the Namjin part of the series first)

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The so-called music booming out of the over the top speakers was deafening, heavy bass vibrating through his skull, cheap electronic beats that were the epitome of boring and unoriginal. God, there was some hopeless freshman who could produce better dance tracks than this shit.

Everyone else seemed to be enjoying themselves however, sweaty bodies grinding up against each other and shrieking to be heard over the music, not that they had anything worthwhile to say.

Yoongi groaned and tried to shove himself even further into the dingy corner of the booth he had been abandoned in, nursing his drink torn between his naturally stingy student instincts and the desire to get utterly plastered so that the whole situation wouldn’t be quite so unbearable.

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Naruto and Hinata

On April 1st, I was asked by an Anon:

“Hey maddy :) Hope you’re doing fine! I just wanna ask is it too much for you to do an analysis on Naruhina and how Naruto’s feelings for Hinata developed?”

Anon, this is for you :)

When Hinata was first introduced, she was done so from Naruto’s perspective, and his description of her wasn’t too flattering:

But of course, this was based on nothing but initial impressions since at this point, Naruto and Hinata hadn’t really conversed.

But despite this, Hinata was shown to know more about Naruto than most people. During his fight with Kiba, when Kiba mocked Naruto’s desire to become Hokage:

Hinata was shown to be aware of Naruto’s strong resolve, his belief in himself and his sense of self worth, and she found those aspects of his character to be truly admirable:

So following Naruto’s eventual triumph over Kiba, Hinata gathered all the strength she could muster to approach him and offer him some medicinal cream as a congratulatory gesture for his victory:

And Kurenai being her sensei, was all too aware of how hard this must have been for Hinata; for a supremely shy girl such as herself to approach the object of her affection for the first time must have been a very daunting prospect, and Naruto’s scepticism wasn’t making matters any easier for her. So Kurenai just urged him to accept the offer, and he duly obliged, to which he would then claim that she was nice: 

This marked the beginning of the gradual change in his opinion of her.

This change was greatly accelerated due to Hinata’s fight against Neji. During this fight, after a while of Neji psychologically tearing Hinata apart, Naruto urged her to defend herself because he could no longer watch her getting talked down upon in such a manner:

Naruto’s very presence there, and the fact that he was watch her and rooting for her, was enough to give Hinata the strength she needed to continue:

And Naruto’s opinion of her only continued to grow. Hinata’s display of toughness and resilience was awe inspiring, and now Naruto was beginning to realise how incredible Hinata truly was, and his peers attributed this aspect of her character to her observation of Naruto, and how he actually inspired her:

So when Naruto continued to verbally and very strongly express his support for Hinata in front of everyone:

The strength returned to her eyes once more. Kurenai noticed the drastic change in Hinata during this fight. Prior to this, she’d always appear to be weak, frail and quick to lose her self confidence. However, now her expression was full of ferocity and confidence:

And Naruto wanted her to prove to the others just how amazing she truly was. While everyone else was writing Hinata off as having already lost the match, Naruto wasn’t having any of it. Just as Hayate was about to end the match and grant Neji the victory, Naruto stopped him. He stopped him because he knew that contrary to Sakura’s words, Hinata was not at her limit; she still had more fight left in her, and Naruto wanted to see it, because he had now grown interested in this “shy”“weird”, yet “incredible” girl:

And sure enough, just as Naruto had predicted, Hinata rose to her feet. To the shock and amazement of everyone present apart from Naruto, Hinata still had some fight left in her:

Because she knew that Naruto was watching and supporting her, and didn’t want to miss this opportunity to show to him what she was capable of:

Of course, I’m sure the majority of the people present were fully aware deep down that despite Hinata’s extraordinarily brave performance, she was simply delaying the inevitable, and as predicted, she did eventually succumb to her injuries and lose the match. However, the concern Naruto demonstrated for her was a portrayal of his new found respect for this girl:

And after reflecting on how admirably she fought, despite being so severely outclassed in every aspect, and being aware of that:

The respect and admiration he now had for her was epitomized by the infamous “Blood Promise” he made to her; that he would take Neji down on her behalf, for being so sorely mistreated:

That’s how much Naruto now valued her.

A while later, just prior to Naruto’s attempt to make good on the “Blood Promise”, he met Hinata on a training field, and expressed the little known fact that even he was susceptible to self doubt, and this derived from the frustration he felt due to being all too familiar with failure:

However, what Hinata said next would quell Naruto’s doubts and restore the confidence he was known for - her “Proud Failure” speech:

She explains to Naruto why being accustomed to failure isn’t necessarily always a bad thing, and how admirable it was that despite the frequency of his failure, he was able to pick himself up every single time and never lose sight of his dream to become Hokage. That’s what true strength is:

Hinata’s words worked wonders for Naruto, who himself admits that it was very uncharacteristic of himself to be as depressed as he was. He goes on to say how he initially always viewed her as “a plain looking, dark weirdo”:

However, this had now drastically changed. After proving to everyone (including herself) how capable she was during her match with Neji, and now with her showing her understanding of the true meaning of strength, Hinata had wormed her way into Naruto’s heart. It wasn’t romantic from his side at this point, but she had made a comfortable spot for herself regardless, because now Naruto considered her as a person that he really liked: 

I can’t imagine how it must have felt for Hinata to hear him say that; after years of having Naruto unknowingly cheer her up and motivating her to better herself, she was finally able to return the favour here :)

Now, during Pein’s confrontation with Naruto, after a while of having the latter pinned to the ground, Hinata eventually couldn’t take the sight any more and jumped in to protect him:

Of course, Naruto tried to convince her to leave because she didn’t have a chance against him, but she was fully aware of that, and she didn’t care in the slightest. She willingly stood in the way of the single greatest threat the village had seen since the attack by Kurama, by herself, for the sake of protecting the once she loved; that spoke volumes:

As Hinata was explaining how much Naruto had done for her in the past, the progressive close-ups of Naruto’s eyes really depict how distraught he was at how powerless he was to prevent what was transpiring directly in front of him. Hinata was probably going to die trying to protect him, and there was nothing he could do to stop it:

And to make matters worse, she all but confirmed this as a likely scenario with her own words moments later:

So when she finally did confess her feelings to him:

Naruto didn’t really even have much time to process the weight of her words, because she immediately charged in to face Pein, but was unfortunately yet predictably defeated rather swiftly.

We all know what effect the sight of Hinata’s impaled body had on Naruto, and he’d slightly recall a hazy memory of her motionless body in front of him which had caused him to go in the 6 tailed rage in the first place:

But thankfully, the injuries she sustained were not fatal.

Now during the war, after Naruto had saved Hinata from a group of enemies:

Their peers had doubts as to whether Naruto was the real deal due to many things about him being different to what they were accustomed to:

But Hinata could tell that it was him, solely from the look in his eyes:

That just demonstrates the depth of her understanding of Naruto, to be assured that it’s genuinely him, just from his eyes.

However, Hinata would feel rather down because she wound up being protected by Naruto, even though she had vowed to protect him instead, and she tried to hide how she was feeling to Naruto:

But just like Hinata before him, Naruto could just tell how she was truly feeling, simply by the look in her eyes, and he reassured her that despite her doubts, she was strong, as he recalled the moment when she protected him from Pein:

This unspoken understanding they had of one another was rather telling; they didn’t demonstrate this with anyone else. It just goes to show how strong their bond already was, and how highly Naruto regarded Hinata now, especially in comparison to his initial, and slightly less flattering impressions.

Later on during the war, Hinata would again demonstrate her complete willingness to sacrifice her life to ensure Naruto’s safety:

However, when Neji’s life was taken instead, and Naruto began to break down due to Obito’s psychological attack, Hinata was there to snap him out of it; to remind him of the things he had that were still worth fighting for, to remind him of the ideals and the principles that had gotten not only him, but every one of their comrades this far, and to encourage him to persevere, with her, and to not go back on his word, because that was now both of their ninja ways:

Hinata’s words were able to remind Naruto of what was truly important and why he couldn’t just throw in the towel, and this wasn’t the first time she had done so either. At this point, Naruto acknowledged the unconditional support that Hinata had always given him, and was truly grateful that he had someone like her by his side for all this time:

It’s kind of amazing how much Naruto’s opinion of Hinata had changed throughout the series. Given Hinata’s character towards the beginning of the series, it’s not hard to see why Naruto thought of her that way. But the manner in which she came out of her shell and showed everyone who Hinata Hyuuga truly was, was really inspiring, and was something that Naruto greatly admired.

By 615, Hinata wasn’t just another one of Naruto’s comrades. She was special to him, he just didn’t realize how special she was just yet ;)

A/N - Sorry this took so long Anon, I’ve received more asks than usual lately, which kinda made it difficult to finish this swiftly :)

Masquerade 4: The Siren’s Song

Links to previous chapters here. Commissioned art by @kantonliu​ here

Siren’s Song - the enticing appeal or utterance of something alluring but potentially dangerous.

If you told Katsuki Yuuri 5 and a half years ago that one day he would fight on the same side as Victor Nikiforov, pair up with him and turn the underworld on its head in a bloody escape for survival; then he might have actually laughed in your face and shot you there on the spot, because if you were that stupid then you weren’t worth the air you needed to breathe.

Who would have thought meeting Victor all those years ago in Detroit would lead to this perfect state of chaos.

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Everyone else in the room can see it - A masterpost

All quotes used are original.

Initial reaction or information as a starter

  • it just seemed very far fetched to me and too crazy to be true.
  • always felt like Elounor was a bit fishy
  • even though I hear rumblings about “Larry” I didn’t believe it at all
  • I knew nothing about the band, their music (except WMYB lol), what they looked like (except 17-year-old Harry)   

Immediate reaction after seeing videos/story told

  • My husband is quite impatient so after 30secs he’s like “Yeah ok they’re clearly together, so what’s your point?" 
  • he was speechless, he then asked if the whole fandom knew because you’d have to be blind to not be able to tell 
  • He totally called it after watching like two clips
  • I’m not even from this fandom but is there people who actually think he is not with the other one guy from this band??
  • It’s seemed so obvious to me that H&L had something going on between them 
  • I guess what I’m trying to say is that it’s not just Larries that can see H&L’s relationship. It’s super obvious to people outside of the 1D fandom too
  • and i’m also pretty sure two of them are in love, which is how I found your blog
  • So the two that were singing to each other on the AMA’s, when did they come out? I don’t remember hearing about it. (AMAS 2014)
  • Does the little one with the cheekbones know the prince is in love with him? (male, 40 married, teen kids, AMAS 2014)
  • who is he looking at?!” but I didn’t reply. When the performance ended she looked at me and said, “he was so looking at Louis THE WHOLE TIME.” and she said it as if she’s been shipping them for years, although I rarely mention it to her (mom, AMAS 2014)
  • young couple that basically said that they newly ship larry cuz they were watching the AMAs and saw how much they are actually together and I wrote your blog name down for them and LITERALLY PEOPLE ARE SHIPPING IN FALAFEL SHOPS (AMAS 2014)
  • You didnt tell me there was a romance in the band! Those two there *points at Harry and Lou* are the cutest! (gay brother, AMAS 2014)
  • As the performance we ending, she looked at me and said in reference to Harry “he just can’t help himself can he? (AMAS 2014)
  • It hurts me to say but I realized that. Every time he sang ‘it will never change me and you’ he looked straight at Louis. You might be right about this Larry thing (non-shipper, AMAS 2014)
  • Is Harry looking at louis through the whole performance  (outsider, AMAS 2014)
  • hey you like that harry styles guy right? What’s up with him and that other guy in the band, are they in love? (AMAS 2014) 
  • My only question about the performance, who was he staring at? (twitter, AMAS 2014)
  •  two staff members were talking about the ama’s and one said to the other did you see those two from one direction staring at each other last night? I think something’s up there? And the other lady said no shit they had serious eye fucking going on. So I slid past them and said wait until you google their tats and then walked away smirking (supermarket, AMAS 2014)
  • You said Harry was staring at the other one the whole……ohhhhhhh. Yeah I get it. (husband, AMAS 2014)
  • I saw the AMAs and they looked happy together and it’s nice to see, they aren’t being too crazy with the pda though which is really cool too (friend who thought they’re already out, AMAS 2014)
  • omg harry is totally gay, and louis! they’re so gay for each other! was i blind this whole time?? (after watching Larry videos)
  • You were right. They’re in love. (dad, AMAS 2014)
  • he’s not even hiding it anymore, is he? singing straight to him. (husband, AMAS 2014)
  • god, Harry truly does love Louis, doesn’t he? (mom, AMAS 2014)
  • that one (Louis, I didn’t even know his name yet) is gay and…he has a crush on one of his band mates. (video diaries)
  • *points at Louis* “that one’s gay” (mom, TMH)
  • They are so obviously gay and in love 
  • 30 sec into the first video, she turns to me and goes “and why are people arguing about whether they’re a couple or not? (mom, videos)
  • 'oh he’s the gay one isn’t he?’ I was like ye with Harry and then she replied with 'he’s definitely gay but i can’t see so much about Harry, he has the possibility’ she came to me after the AMAs and was like 'yep your right sorry Harry is deffo gay’!! (TIU then AMAS 2014)
  • Well, I looked up Harry Styles yesterday and saw pictures of them and if they’re not together then I’m a damn fool (straight boy)
  • The camera guy should’ve moved away aand let him do his thing (AMAS, 2014)
  • Besides, I saw them on the AMAs, and that little one with the big hair probably has his hands full with the tall one in the hat that fake-dated Taylor Swift. (brother, AMAS 2014)
  • how do people not believe their together? They’re so fucking obvious, you’d think they already have kids. HE’S SUBMISSIVE, WITH A DADDY KINK? WHO’S THE LUCKY BASTARD?” He was shown a pic of Louis and his jaw dropped. “Makes so much sense.” (gay dad AMAS 2014, call me daddy tweet and little spoon)
  • They are so so obvious, I can’t believe people still don’t believe it. (dad)
  • I kinda know what you’re trying to say, ok? I’m 62 years old, and if you believe they’re in a romantic relationship, then you’re not crazy. Curly was serenating him and Arched Brows liked it (mom, AMAS 2014)
  • And after that kind of statement you needed to ask me if I think they’re in a relationship? Haha, you’re funny (same mom, Mario Kart int.)
  • holy shit dude they’re together. (co-worker, Mario Kart int)
  • I’m not a Larry shipper per se, but even I’m like: so he was with Louis (outsider at Jesal’s not with Louis tweet)
  • IT WAS SO OBVIOUS!! (mom, 40 yo)
  • well that explains all the leaning in
  • they make the goggliest heart eyes, it’s so bad
  • Laaaa’, you didn’t tell me two of them were banging each other. Why no one’s talking about it (brother, 15 yo, video diaries)
  • Ok, they weren’t only banging each other, they’re fucking married. Should I tell my classmates to stop fantasizing over them? (same brother after AMAS 2014)
  • it’s the way they look at each other. Louis doesn’t look like that with his gf and Harry doesn’t look at anyone else like he looks at Louis. (12 yo, AMAS 2014)
  • which one of the boys is your favorite?’ and I said it was Louis and she was like 'Harry’s husband?’ (mom, WWA DVD)
  • Oh my gosh, he’s gay! He’s so gay! It’s so obvious! (mom, “Now kiss me you fool”)
  • So what’s up with him and the teeny tiny one? Are they married? (aunt)
  • and people still doubt and question whether they’re in a relationship?! (oldest sister, when jealous Harry grabbed Louis’  leg in the interview)     

Harry sexuality vs narrative not adding up

  • Why would someone straight have so many PR stunts
  • This is like the scene in the movie where you realize all the red strings on your wall of clues and suspects point to the same place: Harry Styles’s butthole
  • You can’t have a womanizer who looks miserable with women can you?
  • it was just the vibe that I got from him. He’s very flirty and charming in person towards basically everyone around him, men and women alike, but he just seemed a lot more comfortable around other men. Also just the way he carries himself is much more feminine than most straight men that I know. And that doesn’t always mean definitely gay, but in a room where the majority of the men were openly and comfortably gay, he didn’t stick out as the lone straight man, is basically what I’m saying
  • sorry but I’m pretty sure he’s gay
  • Makes sense I had a feeling Harry liked boys so I was confused when he pushed a girl to him.
  • I think you should like the Irish one honey, I think harry is gay
  • The one boy with the curly hair, Harry Styles, I like him” and I was like yeah lol so do I why because it was out of no where and he goes, “He’s just so like funny and doesn’t care. He’s gay, right? I see him and he acts gay and people ask him but he doesn’t answer just acts more gay, It’s rad. And then the next day I come back and he goes “What about Louis? Is he gay too?”
  • I didn’t know that 1d guy is gay (someone looking at Louis and Harry on the phone of the person who they sat next to)
  • “is the hottie also gay? This is beautiful, he’s singing to the other one!” (1D day, little things)
  • the broomstick and the elf need to stop staring at each other or people are gonna think something’s up (dad, AMAS 2014)
  • "is the curly haired one gay” and then when Louis was talking about his deepest love my brother said “I bet you he’s talking about the curly haired one” (brother, 1d TV special)
  • that harry styles, he likes the older men (dad, Graham Norton)   
  • Brother: I didn’t know they were a couple. I thought this one (points at Harry) was the only gay member. (brother)

Louis sexuality vs narrative not adding up

  • If Louis comes out later this year or next year, I guarantee that no one in Doncaster over the age of 16 is going to be remotely surprised or shocked. /Doncaster resident
  • He stood there about 30 seconds pointed at Louis and said “he’s gay.” Everyone can see it.  (42 yo boss upon hearing 1D)
  • ahhh like Elton John, I’m not surprised (grandma)
  • No one, I repeat no one, from the general Doncaster area would be surprised if Lou was gay. My little sister is his age, and I remember when 1d were on the xfactor, all of her friends used to talk about him being gay. All the lads I grew up with think he’s gay, it’s a common opinion there

HL narrative not adding up

  • Never put together in interviews or seated next to each other.
  • They want to quell the rumors because they’re actually true.
  • How Harry has all his tattoos on one arm and Louis on another (this was before the tats on Louis’ left hand)
  • The more Harry and Louis blatantly ignore each other onstage, the more I get confirmation that something is going on between them that is trying to be covered up. There is absolutely no reason for the complete 180 in interaction. The other guys have had rumors as well, but they still talk all the time.
  • it is very clear that louis and harry can’t interact, I found it weird cause I didn’t see it much in that performance like I didn’t think it was that noticeable, maybe I’m used to it, but I then showed him their cute interaction and he said no wonder they can’t it takes 5 secs to know they are more than just friends haha (dad, iheartradio 2014)
  • 50+ year old man watched that special just to see how H&L acted together & he said they are the reason he wants to listen to Four
  • Brother, 30 m. later: Oh. So they say “We are straight”, and then get coule tattoos and look obviously gay together. Funny. The girlfriend (makes air quots) is pretty though. (brother)
  • but when I mentioned the public separation, she came to a stop. And then she said: 'Well, that sounds fishy. Why would they be separated if there was nothing going on? That doesn’t make any sense.’ Ding, ding ding. (mother)

Shady shit

  • it’s the only explanation that makes sense. There comes a time when coincidences stops being coincidences and starts being a pattern, you know? 
  • how Louis’ family made it a point to let everyone know that Harry was there
  • we saw pics of him mingling with Louis’ family and none of Eleanor with Louis family
  • You don’t waste your time and your energy to hide somethings that is supposed to be false
  • Either they have the worst team ever or they are laying low before something big hits
  • they aren’t disproving the rumor solidly besides on twitter because they know they will lose many fans (Larries) by disproving it
  • Wow, they surely have an iron grip on them, is it because two of them are involved? ..<>… Hahaha please, everybody knows! (friend from the music industry)
  • my mom came to me this morning and asked me about larry stylinson. out of the blue asked me 'what and who is larry stylinson’. this is a 45 year old woman who has literally /no/ time to read the news, watch tv or anything because of the workload she has so the fact that she comes up to me and asks this completely baffled me. turns out she had read more than three articles on different websites in between a week on different days (shes kinda hooked on 1d drama despite not having the time) and had picked up on larry stylinson because it had been mentioned. these articles were all different. one to do with zayn leaving, the tour rider and louis and eleanor. she said to me that when she was dealing with a case one time (she works for the police and works in liason with journalists on seeding info abt crimes in the media so that its less of a shock when people find out) that everytime they got closer to the suspect being found guilty they kept mentioning his/hers name more &more contand she said to me that she found it interesting that this name had been mentioned a lot of times. i said to her that there used to be literally no larry articles once and she said that somethings going to happen and whilst we all know this what with seeding and everything it was just nice to see an outsiders perspective on it. she also mentioned that the two pictures of h&l together would help coax younger fans who might read articles into seeing them together which i found interesting as well!

 Had an idea

  • I fucking knew it
  • The one.. I think Lewis (yes he said it that way) is his boyfriend right?
  • he looks at Louis and goes hey isn’t that the one who’s dating that styles kid?
  • the group with the two boys in love with other
  • is it true Harry and Louis are together?  (12 yo)
  • he is WITH LOUIS AND FANS CALL THEM LARRY’ AND I WAS LIKE WHOA WHERE DID YOU HEAR THIS FROM , she found it on the web and she said rumours about his sexuality were also on the tv this is how spread this is guys my grandma found it (grandma)
  • that one on the left gay (harry) the 20 yo in the seat next to me goes yeh he is with that one whose staring at him (louis) the stylist replied with oh yeah ive heard about those two (hahir stylist) 
  • mum was looking over my shoulder and when Liam said 'a song about beards because that’s new’ or whatever, she went 'huh no it’s not, that tiny one and his twin have been pretending to be dating for a while now’ (mom)
  • is it because he’s dating the curly haired one?“ (friend’s reaction after hearing that some fans hate Louis)
  • The other day i was talking to my best friend (a bloke, not interested in 1d at all, who barely knows their names) and 1d came up in our conversation. He was trying to remember their names and he goes like "there’s the blond one, uh, and then there are the two who are together…”. 
  • Today some of my friends from grad school were gossiping about celebs and 1D came up, which never happens in my circle. I casually brought up that two of the members were dating. One of them asked me which two so I start to say “Harry and…"and I got interrupted my other friend says "Louis.” The whole group shrugs at me like its old news.         

You don’t do this with a friend.

  • I mean is that normal? Is it? For your best friend to get into a relationship with a girl and you go and get a compass right after he gets a ship? Not even a full day later? Is that normal?
  • they’re acting like that awkward couple that has so much chemistry and everyone wants them to date cause they look so cute together
  • I don’t think I’ve ever looked at someone like that in my entire fucking life. There was so much flirting between them Jesus.
  • she saw Louis and Harry sharing one of their 'looks’ and immediately went 'Oh, these two like each other, don’t they? (video diaries)
  • I have only seen that look once.“ and I was so confused so I asked where and he said "My dad looked at my mom that way till the last moment he held her hand (grandpa)
  • I saw a gif set of the infamous "if that” moment. Louis’ response made me suspicious b/c that’s not how a straight guy would normally talk about his best friend’s gf
  • little sister who is kind of a her girl, and my mum and brother were like 'who is the gay one?’ and she got really angry but when they saw Louis it was so funny they were pointing at him saying it as him (AMAS 2014) 
  • How come people don’t know?! They’re so obvious. Look at the way they look at each other. (mom)


  • it’s obvious that a lot of their tattoos are a matching set
  • We should get those! I can get the ship, and you the anchor cus you keep me grounded (boyfriend to his girlfriend after seeing the anchor and rope- no faces shown)
  • okay but why can’t they just be together (anchor/rope tattoo)
  • yeah the birds have like human faces/eyes. (dad)
  • I’ve been married for 10 years now, and I still don’t think I’d get a couple tattoo with my husband don’t tell him
  • i jokingly asked ‘so who’s gonna get the rope tattoo and who’s gonna get the anchor’ and she turns to her husband and says ‘that’s so cute it’s the same concept as if i get a lock and you get the key’ and he laughs and i continue just pitching out other ideas for complimentary tattoos and bring up the compass and the ship and gave a brief explanation and she LOVED it so i continued and said ‘maybe you should tattoo it on opposite arms so when you hold hands or walk next to each other it would align’ and he looks at me and goes ‘that’s too much no one does that’ and she laughs and says ‘do you know people that has that’
  • absolutely, no way, too much commitment. (about getting complementary tattoo)
  • ‘So his mum or someone has the rope,’ she said, and when I told her it was Louis she was pretty taken back and ranted about how they were ‘pretty fucking stupid.’ And I was like, ‘they don’t just have one matching pair, they have six.’
  • I asked him like the dork I am, if those tattoos are for couples or friends, he said: “Maybe one, but 3 or 4 that’s a bit too much don’t you think?” and then he pointed at the ship/compass and he went: “I actually thought they’re together when I saw only this… So…” (tattoo artist)
  • Yeah, they’re fucking. They might even be married, that’s legal in England, ain’t it? (tattoo artist)
  • our artist saw my phone background and said “two of those guys have to be dating. like you two are getting matching tats but those two, that’s different. my wife won’t even get tats like that with me” (tattoo artist)
  • Wait. Is this a dagger? Me: Yeah. Brother: Doesn’t the curly one have a rose? Me: Mhm. Brother: I didn’t know they were a couple. 


  • Youtube videos
  • friend/family
  • internet
  • stunts not adding up
  • from other fandoms
Number 1 - Isaac Lahey

“Isaac!” Mr. Harris barked.

Your friend looked out of it. He looked as if he was sleeping. You knew he would get a detention so you helped him out.

“Nitrogen-fixing bacteria” You whispered.

His head shot up.

He repeated what you said and quelled Harris’ anger.

The next 20 minutes dragged past and once you heard that fateful bell. Isaac pulled his hood over his head and bolted from the classroom.


You kept calling him and he ignored you. Once you caught up to him you grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

“I know you heard me the first 5 times I called you. Why were you so out of it?”

“No reason”

“Don’t lie to me, Isaac.”

“Fine, I don’t understand anything that Harris has been talking about. I’m not like Stiles and Lydia and Allison and Scott and you. Every night we’ve been at the loft, with Deaton or fighting people and I haven’t had any time to study.”

“Hey, look, my parent’s are still away. Come over at 5 and bring all of your books and we can study.”

He smiled and nodded.

Once school was finished you drove to the shop and bought some snacks to eat while you were studying. As soon as you got home you began frantically making sure that you didn’t have any dirty clothes on the floor and got changed. You wore a big flannel shirt with some leggings and fluffy socks and went downstairs to sort out snacks. You placed crisps in a big bowl and tipped out some popcorn and treat bags of Cadbury’s twirl and chocolate buttons into another bowl and took up a bottle of pink lemonade and two cups. Once it was arranged nicely you took it all up on a tray and when you came down your doorbell rang. It was Isaac.

“I have science and math and French”

“Ok, let’s go up to my room and get started.”

You closed your front door and went up to your room. 

Isaac stood there awkwardly playing with the strap of his rucksack.

“Grab a seat on my bed or wherever.” you called out him while choosing a playlist.

He took off his shoes and tipped out his bag onto your bed.

“If there are crumbs on my bed, Lahey you’re dead”

Isaac rolled his eyes and opened up his french textbook.

“This assignment is due in two days and I can’t do it.”

You took the sheet from him and began reading it.

“It should be elle était active instead of elle est active. ou need the imperfect past there as she was active over a continuous time and its the same case for J’ai joué, change it to?”

“Je jouais?”

“Oui, parfait”

Isaac noted what you said and changed his work. You got through his french assignment and got him through all of the math work he didn’t understand. You had finally reached your last subject. You pulled out your notebook from your bag and opened it up to the correct page

“Read my notes I took and see if any of it makes sense.”

You got up and stretched your legs, you changed the song that was currently playing.

“I only call you when it’s half past five” you sang horribly.

“Y/N, can you shut up.”

“The only time that I’ll be by your side.”


“I only love it when you touch me and not feel me, when I’m fucked up that’s the real me”

“Please, be quiet”

Fine, come over here and make me

You didn’t expect him to do anything but when he got up and pressed his lips to yours it was fair to say you were surprised.

“I have been waiting forever to do that.” He whispered resting his forehead on yours.

“What took you so long?” You replied before kissing him again.

Carry Me Home (Valdangelo Pairing)

Leo was working. As always. He had a boat and a boyfriend that both required constant supervision and he found that working kept him from falling asleep. No sleep, of course, brought with it negative side effects but it also meant he could spend more time with Nico, his little insomniac. Nico slept occasionally but it was a fitful sort of sleep. A sleep he tended to wake up from within just a few hours. And even then, he could only ever fall asleep in the first place with Leo awake and present.

So Leo did his best to sneak sporadic naps throughout the day. This meant that when night fell he could keep watch over Nico and not be at risk of falling asleep next to him. He seemed to be the only thing that could quell Nico’s not so illogical fear of the dark. The Son of Hades only ever seemed to be comfortable with his boyfriend by his side, which despite making Leo a little sad also made him extremely happy.

Right now though he had left Nico alone in the communal living area. It was just down the hall and filled with scattered couches and cushions. Nico had been sat on the cushiest couch, wrapped in a cocoon of blankets, hugging a mug of hot chocolate. He was in one of his moods. When Nico was having a ‘bad day’ sometimes even Leo wasn’t enough to comfort him, sometimes he even flinched when Leo touched him. Originally this had hurt but he’d soon come to realise it wasn’t a reflection of how Nico felt about him. It was just the internal scars from Tartarus making themselves known.

Nico was covered in scars from head to toe but unfortunately Leo could only see how badly he had been hurt on the outside. How badly Nico had been hurt on the inside seemed to be something that only he himself could deal with. It was something he didn’t want anybody else to see. Tonight was one of the rare nights that he just needed to be alone and Leo was in tune enough with Nico to know when he was silently asking him to leave. After Leo had finished his own hot chocolate he’d made an excuse and set to work on some blueprints in the engine room. He knew from experience that Nico would call if he needed anything.

He’d been sat at his desk for a few hours now, staring at the blueprints he’d drawn up but not really seeing them. Sighing in frustration he dropped his head down onto the blue paper, wrapping his arms around it protectively. The darkness was welcome and he could feel his heartbeat begin to slow down as he relaxed. He considered sneaking in another nap before checking on Nico again and decided he had at least half an hour before he would be missed. He shifted into a more comfortable position and for the first time that day he stopped worrying about Nico or the Argo II. He pushed all thoughts from his mind. Just as he was starting to drift off a knock at the door snapped him back to his senses. He sat bolt upright and spun in his chair, demigod reflexes making themselves known as he reached for the sword at his feet then turned it on the person stood casually in the doorway. Piper snorted.

“Your hair is on fire.” She said simply. Leo’s shoulders dropped as the adrenaline drained from his body. He lowered his weapon and ruffled his hair to put the flames out.

“Hey, Pipes.” He said, blinking dazedly and waving the smoke away from his eyes. Piper smiled in amusement.

“Hey, Leo.” She said, keeping her tone indifferent. She was obviously bursting to tell him something. He raised an eyebrow quizzically and her amused smile turned into an almost guilty grin. Leo immediately became suspicious. Piper was the only one to know of his relationship with Nico, and even then she’d only found out because of her parentage. At first Nico didn’t want anybody to know ever. He was scared and embarrassed about what he felt. Leo eventually convinced him that it would be a lot better if their friends were aware of them. And even though he was still doubtful, Nico finally believed Leo when he said that people were way more accepting now than they were in the forties.

After a few weeks of quiet, tense conversations Nico had been comfortable enough to agree with Leo and admit that it was a good idea to tell everybody on the boat. All he asked for was just a little more time to think. Leo completely understood and he was willing to give his boyfriend all the time he needed. Pipers grin made him suddenly question whether or not she was still the only person to know. His stomach dropped, thinking about how Nico would react if he was outed in front of his friends without any build up or warning. He had panic attacks if somebody touched him without asking. He hated to think about what would happen if he was suddenly exposed and emotionally vulnerable.

“What is it? Why are you smiling like that?” He asked uneasily.

“No reason. Just…” Piper sighed and gave up on the pretence. She clapped her hands together in excitement. “You need to come and see something.” Leo propped his sword up against the doorway.

“Why? What is it?” He asked curiously. Piper waved away his question and grabbed his arm, pulling him out of the room after her.

“What -” His question was cut off by her putting her hand over his mouth.

“Shhhh, okay?” She whispered. “Just trust me.” Leo pulled her hand away from his face but didn’t say anything else. They reached the end of the corridor and Piper, to Leo’s surprise, turned into the room that Nico was in. He opened his mouth to warn her that it was one of Nico’s bad days but she started grinning again and the words died in his throat. She was blocking the doorway so he pushed past her gently, nearly welling up when he saw what she was looking at. This was something he hadn’t seen in a very long time and it was wonderful. After so many nights of Nico lying awake, scared out of his mind it was also extremely relieving.

Nico was sprawled across one of the sofas, his hot chocolate placed carefully on the floor forgotten. His blankets had been forgotten too and lay in a bundle next to the mug, leaving his body exposed. All he was wearing was an oversized dark grey t shirt (Leo recognised it as his own) and a pair of boxer shorts that were covered in little cartoon spanners. His knees were pulled up slightly, his arms tucked tight into his chest and he looked… peaceful. He looked his age for once. There was no haunted expression on his face, he didn’t look scared or uneasy. He looked comfortable. Piper grabbed Leo’s arm and pulled him closer to his boyfriend. They reached the sofa and stood in silence for a while. Looking down at the sleeping demigod with matching affection.

Nico’s jet black hair was messy and ruffled, just like it always was and it seemed to soak up the darkness. It didn’t shine, it didn’t reflect any light, and it was stark against the white pillow it was resting against. Some of it fell across his cheek and Leo reached out to brush it away. Piper caught his arm before he could.

“I wouldn’t if I were you.” She said quietly.

“Why not?”

“I tried to wake him up just now.” She whispered. Leo gave her a sharp look. “Gently!” She insisted. “I know it’s been forever since he’s slept. I just thought about how humiliated he’d feel if everybody were to come in here tomorrow morning and see adorable Nico not the scary Ghost King Nico. Plus the Spanner boxers kinda hint at you guys. Where did he even get those! Why would somebody make them? It’s like they knew.” Leo laughed under his breath. He’d always wondered if Nico had been looking for them or simply stumbled across them one day and bought them on a whim. Wherever Nico had found them, Leo had a sneaking suspicion that Piper’s mum had something to do with the manufacturing process. Not that he wasn’t grateful. They always brought a smile to his face.

“I don’t know. He’s never told me. And I hate to wake him up but I kind of see your point.” He said regretfully. “Why didn’t you wake him up again? You said you tried?”

“Well, yeah. I did. But the second I touched him the shadows jumped to life and attacked me.” She said matter of factly. Leo supposed Piper had been attacked by much weirder things. Why should a few shadows bother her? “Why do you think all of the lights are on?” She added. Leo looked around and saw indeed that every lamp and light in the room was switched on and shining brightly. “I figure he’s subconsciously protecting himself. That’s why I came to get you. Because I think if you touch him he won’t have this weird need to protect himself. That and the fact that he looks so freaking adorable I just thought you’d like to see him.” Leo smiled at her.

“You were right about that.” He said. He looked down at his boyfriend and sighed softly. “He’s beautiful, isn’t he?” He added as an afterthought, talking to himself more than to Piper. And he wasn’t talking about classic beauty. He was talking about the shape of Nico’s body, the fact that he still didn’t have quite enough weight on him, the sharp angles of his shoulder blades and elbows. The faint pink and silver scars that criss crossed across his bare arms and legs. The stark contrast between his white skin and his black hair. The faint purple bruises around his eyes. His ski slope nose, his pale lips. Nico was beautiful. He was like a painting. The dark and the light thrown haphazardly together to create this person who was a wonderful mixture of both. Piper laughed at the tone of Leo’s voice.

“Yes. He is. Both of you are.” She said simply. Leo shot her a questioning look, wondering if she was talking about them physically, or the aura of love that she claimed surrounded them both.

“So, maybe I should try to pick him up.” He said, looking back to Nico. “I could take him to my room and put him to bed? That way we don’t have to wake him.” Piper nodded encouragingly and stepped back as Leo stepped forwards. He knew he should be worried about Coach Hedge finding out that he was sharing a bed with Nico. But they’d gotten away with it so far. Leo suspected the coach wasn’t looking out for same-sex couples. Maybe that should’ve annoyed him, but instead he felt extremely lucky.

“Careful though.” Piper warned from behind him. “It’s just a theory that the shadows won’t attack you. And I don’t want either of us to be swallowed up by them.” She shuddered, thinking about where they could possibly take her. Leo wasn’t worried though. He knelt down next to Nico and hesitantly reached out a hand, holding it a few inches above Nico’s face. When nothing happened he started stroking Nico’s cheek softly. He could see the shadows in the corners of the room flickering slightly but none of them reached out to grab him. He took that as a good sign and leaned forward to kiss Nico’s forehead, brushing away his fringe.

“Aww.” Piper’s hand jumped to her mouth as though she hadn’t meant to say anything. “Sorry.” She said sheepishly as Leo turned around to look at her. “You’re just so damn cute.” Leo grinned then turned back to his boyfriend. He was pretty confident now that he was safe. Shifting his weight slightly he inched one of his arms under Nico’s legs and used the other to support his back. As he lifted Nico from the sofa the Son of Hades made a soft noise in his throat, snuggling into Leo’s chest. One of his hands grabbed the material of Leo’s shirt while the other was still pulled up to his own chest protectively. Leo’s grin nearly widened but it faltered instead as Nico’s grip tightened suddenly. His whole body tensed for a few moments then gradually relaxed again, he seemed to be holding onto Leo just a little tighter than before.

Leo looked at him worriedly. Was he trapped in a nightmare? Would it be worth waking him up? Nico’s nightmares were usually terrible. He shook and screamed and lashed out. Now he was a dead weight. Completely unconscious. Leo hadn’t seen Nico sleep like this for weeks, he decided it was just a little discomfort at being moved and brushed off the worry he was feeling. He’d truthfully never seen Nico looking so peaceful. He didn’t want to become overprotective, Nico definitely didn’t need that. He turned to face Piper. Whose face gave the impression she was cooing over a new-born baby.

“Thank you, Piper.” He said, drawing her attention away from the sleeping demigod “I mean it.” Piper smiled again.

“No problem.” She replied sunnily. “And don’t worry,” She said as she saw he was about to speak again. “I won’t tell anybody about this. Especially Nico.” Leo nodded in thanks and shifted Nico in his arms so that he was easier to hold. Then he turned towards the hall he’d walked down with Piper.

“Goodnight, Pipes.” He called softly over his shoulder.

“Goodnight.” She replied. Leo could still hear the smile in her voice as she watched him walk away. As Leo stepped through the doorway and into the corridor the darkness seemed suddenly suffocating. Without Piper or her bright lights distracting him it was painfully obvious that Nico was underweight. It was terrifying to think about how much he still needed to gain back after Tartarus. And though it did create beautiful angles when he was sleeping on sofas it was unnerving and unhealthy.

Leo looked down at Nico’s face sadly, the boy was almost smiling. He averted his gaze when he remembered just how much Nico had been through. This small, fragile human being had gone through more than most of the demigods on this boat put together. Looking at Nico like this only served as a cold reminder. He pulled Nico slightly higher so that he could kiss his head again then tucked it under his chin, feeling Nico’s hair tickle his mouth. He reached his room and kicked open his bedroom door quietly. Navigating the clutter expertly in the darkness, he reached the bed and laid Nico down as delicately and slowly as he could, not bothering to pull back the blankets. He was about to pull away so that he could change out of his oily, grease stained clothes but Nico kept hold of his shirt and made a soft noise of protest.

“Per favore. Don’t go.” He mumbled sleepily, slipping in and out of Italian, like he always did when he was tired. He tugged at Leo’s shirt. Leo hesitated, wondering whether a night with Nico would be worth ruining his bed sheets for and quickly decided it would be. He let himself be pulled down next to his boyfriend. As he tried to get comfortable without tangling their limbs Nico blatantly ignored his attempts. The smaller boy stretched languidly and wrapped himself tightly around his boyfriend. His hands worked their way under Leo’s shirt, the cold making him shiver involuntarily. They traced their way up to his chest, coming to a stop directly over his heart. Nico found the steady thrum of it comforting. He buried his face into Leo’s neck, unknowingly smudging oil across his cheek.

Leo reached out blindly with one of his arms, stretching as far as he could reach, scrabbling at the floor for a few minutes before his fingers snagged on a thin blanket. He managed to pull it up onto the bed and drag it clumsily across them both. Sighing in content when he realised they were both comfortable and both tired and both able to sleep tonight he wrapped his arms around Nico, letting his fingers get tangled in his hair.

“Ti amo, Leo.” Nico said quietly. His voice was muffled by the material of Leo’s shirt but it was still discernible and the emotion in it was particularly obvious.

“I love you too, Nico.” He replied.

If anybody would like to write more based on this or draw fanart, anything like that, then please link me. I’d love to see/read it :)

Also I take requests and prompts on: 
Alec and Magnus - The Mortal Instruments
The Marauders - Harry Potter
Nico and Leo - Percy Jackson 
Nico and Will - Percy Jackson

Just leave a message in my ask box and I will link you when I upload your request or the writing based on your prompt.

[[ A morning scuffle as witnessed by a newcomer! with @komala-scientist ]]

About an hour ago a storm moving across Route 8 had caused Katherine great alarm (as well as interest) so when it calmed down she decided to go to the next island to quell her nerves. It all started as a simple walk in Malie City, which led her to the bamboo-ridden Route 11. What she didn’t expect was to stumble across a man sparing with his Pokémon, and a Komala at that. She’d seen the Pokémon once in the wild, but didn’t catch it in a hurry to the next Pokémon Center; seeing one close up like this and which such power was quite the treat for the hasty trainer.

She’d been watching in the cover of the bamboo thicket for about ten minutes when her overexcitable walking companion shot out from her side. A Jolteon bolted from the thicket to watch the thrilling mock battle closer, exclaiming with excitement to be around energetic new people.

Makar…!” Katherine hissed, sighing and slowly walking from the bamboo.

Hunger Games/Percy Jackson AU

During math today when I should’ve been paying attention I came up with a list of some headcanons inspired by the lovely @lililibird for her Hunger Games AU

~Reyna lives with her father, her younger sister Hylla and their pet cat Scipio. Her mom died when they were young and they lived with their father who had a hard time dealing with their mother’s death. Reyna and her best friend Grover go hunting almost everyday, as it’s one of their main sources of food. 

~Hylla gets reaped for the games and Reyna volunteers for her. On the train, Reyna meets the Capitol woman, Aphrodite, as well as the male tribute Jason and her mentor Dionysus.

~While in the games, Jason joins the Careers which consist of Drew Tanaka, Clarisse La Rue, and Octavian. Reyna teams up with a boy from District 11 named Nico. He dies and Reyna is determined to win this, for Nico. Eventually, Jason finds Reyna and they team up, Jason severely injured. They win the games together by using nightlock to coerce the gamemakers into letting them both win.

~Next year in the quarter quell, Reyna and Jason (both reaped once more) create alliances with an older lady named Hazel and a dashing young lad named Percy from District 4, an older man named Leo and an older woman named Calypso from District 3, and Thalia from District 7. Hazel and Calypso both die in the games, while the rebels break Reyna, Percy, and Leo; however, failing to retrieve Jason and Thalia.

~They’re taken to District 13, where they are taken care of. 

~Some of the soldiers later manage to break out Thalia, Jason, and a girl named Annabeth from the Capitol. However, Jason is half-mad from the tortures done to him.

~Reyna spends her time making propos with the camera woman Piper, and her assistants Castor and Pollux. Life isn’t totally horrible in District 13 though: Percy and Annabeth get married.

~Reyna claims she wants to fight, so she requests to join a team. She does, though it’s more for the TV than actual fighting. The team consists of Piper, Castor and Pollux, Grover, a set of twins named Travis and Connor, their leader and second-in-command Frank and Gwen, and Percy, and later, Jason.

~They still shoot the propos, but they still have to fight for their lives. The Capitol is ridden with pods which kill Frank, and indirectly the Stoll brothers. They go down to the sewers, and mutts go after them, killing Gwen, Castor, and Percy.

~Soon, Reyna and Jason both travel near the President’s manor, where he kills Capitol children. Rebel medics come in, Hylla among them. But more bombs go off, which kill Hylla, and injure Reyna. The rebels take the Capitol.

~After healing and the death of both presidents, Reyna returns to the ruins of District 12, joined by Jason and Dionysus, where she rebuilds her life.

All I can say is that I’m really glad I’m off next week because this week has flowwwwwwn by. 

Things have been too crazy to spend much time on here in the last couple of days. I offer you this post and tired, makeup-less selfie because my mom told me she was mad at me for not posting as much lately (despite talking on the phone and hanging out with me). HAHAHA. She’s so cute. 


  • I have been searching for a couple of items for my apartment for months and I found them almost immediately when I walked into a thrift store with my mom yesterday. I actually fell in love with the whole place. Really solid vintage finds at a decent price. I purchased a floating shelf that will become my medal holder and a little cabinet that has a sewing machine inside (!) that will serve as my bar cart. I’m in love. 
  • BBQ and pie with my mama. 
  • Free burgers and fries with Aubrey! Plus, spiked milkshakes we had to pay for (which were totally worth it). 
  • Lifted twice in the couple of days and can really see the strength I’ve gained. 
  • Boot camped once and apparently put some of the boys to shame. I was given the nickname “Gunslinger” as a result…and because I have a comeback or remark when they say things. Basically, I like to give them shit.  
  • Baked 4 dozen cookies for my friend who is hosting us in Austin. Naturally, I hate the smidge of leftover cookie dough (see above).
  • I’m 90% of the way packed for SXSW and I pick my BFF up in less than 12 hours!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

I am forgetting many, many things, I am sure. But, suffice it to say, that this week has been goooood. So full of people that I adore and full of preparation for what will feel like my real spring break. 

BRB. Going to sleep for the next 10 hours if I can quell the excitement. 


Anonymous requested: can you do a chris evans valentines day fanfic please? 

You felt stupid, waiting at the bar for some mysterious man to arrive and more than likely walk off after realising how non-perfect you were. Natasha had built up such a hype about this guy and you genuinely felt like you were unworthy; it was safe to say you were completely regretting Natasha putting you on this blind date. 

Looking around, you sat awkwardly playing around with your glass of coke and vodka, which you had requested to be more vodka than coke. “Y/N?” You looked to the left and saw none other than Captain America walking towards you with a large smile on his face, “fancy seeing you here.”

You instantly relaxed, Steve being a welcomed distraction from the anxiety you were feeling over whoever was your date. “I know right, what are you doing here?”

He let out a disgruntled sigh, “I let Nat convince me to going on a blind-date.” He explained, letting out an embarrassed chuckle and rubbing the back of his neck. You froze, recognising the tale as being similar to your own. “I’m not sure where my blind-date is though, Nat told me that-”

“That you’d know who it was when you saw them, right?” You intervened, looking down at the floor and biting your lip. He nodded his head, completely confused as to why you knew that exactly. And then he realised as to why you were there as well. You felt more anxiety go through your body, as this time around you knew you weren’t good enough for him. It was no secret to anyone but Steve, that you had a crush on him, a stupid fangirl-based crush that until this point you’d felt no possibility towards. And now, here your chance of going on a date with him was and bless Nat for setting this date up, “I-I I should go.” You spluttered out, standing up and grabbing your purse.

You were just about to walk away when Steve suddenly stopped and grabbed you, “No! No, maybe- maybe we should do this thing?”

“You want to go on a date with me?”

His smile grew bigger, “yes, do you?”

Without even thinking about it you sat back down on the seat next to him, you’re excitement too much to quell. “I’d love too.”


A/N: this was actually inspired by The Queen and the Murderer (the fairy tale Jen’s been influenced by) and the promo for this week, but then the sneak peek came out and I was motivated to actually write it out.

She’s hearing voices


The problem with knowing something is coming, is that you wait for it.

Anticipation - it’s as simple as that, every moment it’s not there, is a moment you spend expecting it.

Like a rap at a glass pane window. The first time you hear it you wonder if it was perhaps a figment of your imagination – a bug flying towards candle light, another distant noise entirely. Only, it isn’t.

It is a scratch, a scrape, a score against glass.

Rap, tap, tap.

A second time, and your nerves become an iron edge, your mind constantly trying to rationalise the sound – a branch, a bird – to quell the rising anxiety waiting for the next rap, wondering when and if it will come at all.

Only, Emma knows it’s coming, and there is no point in rationalising the cause. Knows that for every hour she sits awake the chances of hearing it again increase, and the castle is almost dead silent. Every few hours she can hear the guard change, silent words but subtle chinks of feet and armour, changing their posts and marching down corridors.

She waits for them too, like clockwork, each foot upon flagstone is one noise that she can check off as not a rap at the window, every chink of armour an hour closer to daybreak.

And every night is the same – sitting in silence, waiting for noise, waiting for the metaphorical hand at the window.

(A rap at the window, a voice in her ear.)

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It's not all about love; Pay attention now. Gonna try this one more tim

I am a business journalist, free lance, with expertise in PR and contracts, and with perspectives not only from my own experience, but across the broad range of corporations which I cover.

We know that the original contracts with Starz, Sony, whomever, for Sam, Cait, and probably everyone else, was for 7 years, and, with the exception of Ron (Battlestar Gallactica) and Graham (The Hobbit), salaries for all were probably set at entry level wages. Usually the first window for renegotiation of terms is at two years. At that point hard numbers are available by which to judge the success of the show and the cast and crew. Obviously the delirious success of Outlander predicted that the agents for each principal would be seeking huge salary increases and career options. At this point in the “Friends” show, all six principals sought and received a raise to $1M dollars each per episode.

As I mentioned right before the Christmas Break, the absence of information for Season 3 indicated that the new season and probably very many more issues were still under debate in contract renegotiation. When the phone rang off camera during their very joyful and intimate Christmas Q&A, Sam even quipped, “That’s your agent.”

Fast Forward to the week of PCA, TCA, BAFTA Tea and Golden
Globes. They missed PCA, as all the swells who will .not appear on stage do. Next day they are on some silly show with little blond girl (please, it’s late, no due diligence now). They are sublimely themselves, touching, intimate, giggly; the typically charming and charismatic couple we have come to expect since SDCC 2015.

The next day they appear at TCA and for a KDS interview with Ron and Diana. At the end it seems, they enlist Kristin for one last loathsome duty: Ask this one more question about whether we are “together” in rear life. Instantly we are transported into Bizarro World. Kristin’s tears immediately reveal the duress she endured to perform this tacky role. What follows the question, however, reveals the most ill-conceived, ill-timed, uncharacteristically rude, and obviously manipulated tableau in long memory.

We sat drop jawed and stunned after their fidgety pronouncements of mere friendship. Dodgy, shaky, highly suspect, yes; but who or what Circumstance had propelled them into this corner. Was it Starz kicking back from the negotiating table? Was it Sam and CAIT saying “Look here how we can quell enthusiasm for your show.”

The next day, The BAFTA tea party and other events reveal solemn faces and gloomy eyes. Fandom sinks into bubbling bawling mess.

Oh god, gotta hurry this; it!s 2:30 ayem.

Next day it’s GG and everyone is gloriously happy. Sam and CAIT seem oblivious of previous drama. Everyone looks like they want to embrace and give high fives. Even Sam and Tobias embrace as if they’ve just won the World Series and one has thrown a no-hitter snd the other driven in the winning run. But wait who are those men? They’re their agents. Eureka! The contracts are signed. The negotiations have been won. Oh Frabjous Day, Calloo, Callay. A giddy Sam spills the bean
S about Season 3 Wpabout which he has just learned himself. The agents join the principals at Outlander’s GG table