one year three years and a day

sorry, this is just a quick note about how much percy jackson means to me~

when i first started reading the lightning thief, i was eight years old. i was instantly hooked. me and my three best friends would play percy jackson at recess (i was always a daughter of aphrodite…hopeless romantic from day one). with each new book, percy aged a year and so did i. it was special, growing up with him. while everyone else stopped reading the books, set them aside because they were too “childish,” i stayed home and read them. i stopped playing percy jackson and started writing fanfiction instead. i grew up reading about him, read as he grew and changed and growing and changing with him. it’s been a seven year journey. the eight year old me who first picked up the lightning thief has evolved into fifteen year old me, older and wiser and different. i truly believe the books helped shape me as i left childhood. so all i can say now?

thank you.

SCENARIO JONGKOOK FIRST DATE <3

I was looking at the rollercoaster and I could feel how my face was turning pale. I hated highs and things that go to fast, like for example a enormous rollercoaster that put you up down.  But I couldn’t deny it because Jungkook said that It could be fine. I was stupid. I knew I didn’t need to show how brave I was but I couldn’t help it. I tried to look to other thing and tried to put my mind blank. Automatically I went to a day three weeks ago.
I was on our dance studio, I was beyond nervous cause we were holding a big competition were the best dance academy of Seoul meet to decide which one was the best that year, the best will win a great price that we need it because our rooms were pretty old. We compete by age categories, group and solo, and this year, finally my classmates gave me the change to do the solo. I was totally afraid and exited while I watched how the different academies arrived to our place and were practicing. I was stretching when I saw my rival, he was so calm and relaxed that I get mad at him for be so secure of his victory, Jungkook was a great dancer, he was good at everything he did and he knows it, and I couldn’t avoid look at him, then he looked back at me and I tried to look like I wasn’t looking at him, like I did every time our teams meet. It wasn’t my fault that he was so capturing.
When I found out that I would represent my team as a solo I went crazy practicing, I didn’t sleep or think of anything that wasn’t that competition I knew that I was putting a lot of pressure on my own body but I couldn’t help it, my team believed in and I had to prove them that they made the good choice, that I was capable and good enough, not just that, I had to show them that I was beyond enough.
And the moment has arrived, I had to show my skill against Jungkook, the perfect and attractive boy from 1million dance studio. I was getting more and more nervous the more the moment of our match was approaching. I just repeated and repeated the steps I practiced for billion times on my head, actually I was bouncing  my body trying to look cool and relaxed but was a lie, a totally and huge lie, I was terrified.
And the the moment arrived, the 97 solo battle between 1million studio and DEF dance skool finally arrived. I entered trying to look the most relaxed that I could and meet Jungkook eyes, he was showing me his perfect smile, I tried to look lethal.

“Don’t try to hard” he said me calmly “ and good look”

“You can keep your luck for yourself Kookie, I don’t need it anyways” I said as reply, and he just laugh. That smile started a strong desire of winning on my, to the point of being crazy. I was ready to beat the perfect golden man. And I did it. We battle against each other I incorporate some dangerous moves that nailed. And finally the victory was mine. All my team came to me to celebrate, actually, I couldn’t believe that I won the golden boy but it was like that, I saw his face and he couldn’t believe it either.
When all the competitions ended, finally, after some years DEF Dance Skool won. Finally we could change the rooms and put air conditioner. Finally. I felt like crying. I was hugging my best friend when I felt that someone touched my shoulder, I turned and there was Jungkook.

“I want a rematch” he just said to me “just you and me”.

“Fine” I answered with a smile “How much time do you need to keep up with me? A month maybe?”

“Next week. This time on my field”

“And who will be the judge?”

“Came on, we don’t need anyone to say who is the winner, we will know. Deal?”

“Deal. See you next week”

This time I couldn’t practice as much as I wanted because my body reached the limit and my ankle was hurting all week, before the competition was already injured but I couldn’t tell anybody so I danced with a bandage but it was getting worse, but I was to proud to tell that so I keep the rematch.
Finally the day arrived and  I was entering the 1million studios,  he told me to go to the room 15, and as he said he was there alone.

“On time, are you ready?” he said as son I entered.

“Don’t try to hard” I said the words he always say to me.

“Don’t worry” he said with a smile, a superiority one “then should be start then?”

“What are we betting?”

“If you win I do whatever you want and if I win I do whatever you want, easy” I nodded in agreement and waited to him to put on the music.

And this time the pain on my ankle was stronger, I tried hard but I was aware that I couldn’t do some movements. And he was right, we didn’t need anyone to know that this match was all his. I was so sure that he ended the music before time.

“What are you doing?” he asked me angry “Why are you matching me with you foot like this?” I was surprised by his words, I didn’t say anything, It felt like my teacher was scolding me for some reason. “Forget it there is no match today, you should be more conscious of your body care” he said while shouting the music.

“It was you who wanted a rematch, and today you win, congratulations” I said trying to walk to my things pretending that my foot didn’t hurt at all.

“I don’t need to win you when you are on your low condition” He said looking at me.

“Whatever you say” I take my bag.

“But” I looked at him “well we actually started the match so, if you say I win, then you have to do something for me right?”
“What?”

“Let’s go together to the amusement park” he said with a shy smile “a date, that’s what I want”

“What? A date with me?” I asked back shocked. He was kidding right? How Mr. Gold can ask me out to a date? Did he find out that I was totally captivated by his charm and was trying to put a joke on me?

“Yeah”

And even when I through that he couldn’t show up there we are, waiting to ride a rollercoaster. Will arrive the day that I don’t feel that everything with him is a competition? I looked in front of us and we were reading the next. Then I looked at him, he was looking at me with a expression I didn’t know how read.

“Are you afraid?” he asked me.

“Of course not” I said, and there was 0 conviction on my voice.

“I’m a little afraid too” he said with a cute expression. I just looked at him “You should said no when I asked you” he looked away. No. Way. He. Was. Afraid. Just. Like. Me.

“I hate heights” I said whispering “but I have my pride” I saw how looked back at me.

“Well, I guess is good that we are together in this then” he said while grabbing my hands.

And our turn arrived. And we ride the rollercoaster. And it was amazing. Because he didn’t let my hand go at any moment.

anonymous asked:

Just curious...I've been watching TheStrawHatNO! for about a good three years now, and I've always enjoyed your commentary when your on. So I've been wondering...how did you meet and get involved with Thorn and the others?

When I was like 14, I was a big fan of Sgt Frog Abridged, the abridged series Thorn Yoshi and Travis did. One day I just asked Thorn and Yoshi if I could add them on Skype, and they did. Yoshi and I made fast friends, but Thorn and I didn’t start talking consistently until like….3-4 years ago? Something like that.

I’ve known ‘em for seven years, they’re my oldest internet pallies, and I’m very happy to know ‘em <3

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                                         ‘Oh the bitten mouth, oh the kissed limbs,
                                     oh the hungering teeth, oh the entwined bodies.

“This is the first time I’ve ever been in love. My mother put me in an orphanage when I was one year old. I went from bonding with her every day to lying in a room with a hundred other cribs. It’s been seventy-three years since then, and I’m finally allowing myself to be dependent on the love of another person.”

i live on countdown. thirty-three days until i am done with this. twenty-something until christmas, until new years. only three days of work before a day of rest. just eight more classes until i graduate. just one more year until i’m out of here. just. just. just this moment itself kind of feels like i’m both wasting it and wasting in it. like it’s killing me to be here and live through it but i know when i look back it will seem like it passed in an instant. already i’m worrying that i’m missing the best of things. already i’m worrying that it doesn’t get better on the other side of this. that i reach the end of the countdown just for another one to begin. like i don’t know how to survive without a clock telling me there’s ten days before he goes away again or there’s six years before i have to buy a house or there’s only so much time left before my youth runs out. how do you plan for the future and also live in the moment. how do you keep your childhood joy and also obsess about what happens two years from now. 

i just want off the ledge. i want to be someone who doesn’t care what happens next. i want to be someplace that whatever happens, happens. that i’m not worried about the end.

  • *the lab*
  • Molly: *working*
  • Molly: *thoughtfully* If you ever get married, would you invite me to the wedding?
  • Sherlock: *looking through the microscope* Can't have a wedding without the bride.
  • Molly: ...
  • Molly: *blinks* I-I was talking to Anthony.
  • Sherlock: *looks up*
  • Molly's Intern: *waves awkwardly*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: So was I.
  • Molly's Intern: *panicky* What?
  • Sherlock: *looks back at the microscope; embarrassed* Get out.
  • Molly's Intern: *scurries off*
  • Molly: *amused* That wasn't nice. I needed him.
  • Sherlock: *blushing* Oh...be quiet.
  • Molly: *steps closer; smirks* That's no way to speak to your bride.
  • Sherlock: *smiles; nonchalant* So...so that's a yes?
  • Molly: *laughs* Of course.
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Hello everyone! Please don’t freak out, the movie Love on Ice is actually based on the book written by Lauren Marie, which was published on July last year.
It was not plagiarising Yuri on Ice. (The second picture is taken from a petition that @/Html_karkat started on IG. It’s not… Correct.)
So please

Calm down

Description of the book:
Kate Beck once was a nationally recognized figure skater. Eight years ago, on the brink of being one of the top three skaters in the United States, her dreams came crashing down at the hands of her coach and her mother. She walked away and has hidden from her mother ever since. Moving from place to place, she gets off a bus in Canon City, finds a job and settles in for the winter. She’s been lonely and dreams that one day she’ll meet a man, have a family and be able to stay in one place. It’s been eight years of running. She hopes her mother has given up the search for her.
Jay Hager grew up in Canon City. He once was an ice hockey player who got picked up by the NHL and played briefly for a junior team. At nineteen years of age, he blew his knee out and his career was at an end. He returned to Canon and bought a dilapidated skating rink. His business has done very well. He notices a beautiful strawberry blonde sits every weekend in the bleachers at the rink and she watches the skating classes and his pee-wee hockey team practice. He would like to get to know her, but finds a mystery around her.

Will Kate stay long enough to find love or let her past fears overwhelm all the good emotions she feels for Jay? Will her mother find her and tear her new world apart?
-
It takes time for one to film a movie, and more time to wait for the movie to air.
I don’t think it’s possible for Hallmark to make the movie within 2 months and less (since YOI begun airing in Oct.)
I do hope that Hallmark will specify that they adapted their movie base on Love on Ice book instead of saying that it’s an “original” series though. Either way, I hope this racket will dies down soon. :/

Avoid going overboard; we are representing the YOI fandom and Kubo-sensei, it will put the rest in a bad light.
Thanks!

CAN YOU IMAGINE

The girls finally found out who A.D is (choose who you see best fit), they feel closure for what had happened over the past several years and finally feel at peace with all that went on. Everything is explained from day one, A.D is finally killed or locked away, and they are finally safe again.

Then, there is a three year time jump. We see the five girls end up with the love they deserve, the career they have always wanted, the family they have always dreamed of. It as if everything is tied in a perfect bow, we, as an audience, feel weirdly satisfied with a happy ending and realize that it is finally the end, but at least we know the whole A.D story and know the truth. 

Finally, as the screen goes black, we think that it’s it, it’s over. Until all of a sudden, they show Radley Sanitarium, the camera follows down the hallways, through the haunted, creepy rooms. And then, it zooms to a shaking hand, writing furiously in a notebook, in scribbled writing and smudged ink. And as the person writes “the end”, they close the notebook and all you see is the title “Pretty Little Liars” written in cursive on the front. Then suddenly, the camera zooms out and all you see is Aria, in a hospital gown, rocking back and forth as she sits at a desk that is filled with baby dolls, smiling smuggly at the book she had just written. The story of five girls being stalked by an ominous character, the other four girls are ones that Aria has always admired, one’s that she has always dreamed of being friends with. And then, a nurse walks in.

“Aria, are you finished writing for the day? It is time for your shower.” She says, standing cautiously at the edge of the doorway, resembling Mrs. Grunwald.

“Yes, I am.” Aria nods, the bags under eyes prominent, her eyes blood shot. “My story is finished. A story of my life, me and my four best friends, stalked and tortured by A, a murder mystery.” She pauses, “Did you know, I had a scary life, Miss?” Her lip begins to shake, “Full of killing and betrayal.” She picks up a doll, brushing it’s hair with her fingers. “I always felt so … scared.”

“Time for your shower, dear.” The nurse sighs, “Remember, this is all make believe, it is all in your head Ms. Montgomery. No need to be scared.”

“Aria, Emily, Spencer, Hanna and Alison, my Pretty Little Liars. Has a nice ring to it huh?” She looks endearingly at her book once last time before putting it back on the shelf and walking toward the nurse. Grunwald turns off the lights behind them and then, the screen turns black. 

The end.

jean moreau’s thirty reasons to stay alive

this list began one year to the day of when jean moreau joined the trojans

  1. he is gone
  2. sunrises
  3. jeremy reading harry potter to me
  4. caramilk chocolate
  5. the feel of the sun
  6. dogs (i think ill want to adopt one one day)
  7. i am reading books again
  8. riko cant touch me anymore
  9. jeremy when he tries to speak french
  10. i have not gotten any injuries that are not related to exy in a year
  11. pumpkin spice lattes (especially because jeremy hates them)
  12. trojan team
  13. kevin day and i are slowly becoming friends once more
  14. renee calls every three days
  15. i have come to realize i like the smell of lilies. my dorm with jeremy is filled with them now. he took it a little out of hand. i smiled. 
  16. i still cannot go anywhere alone but jeremy always comes with me. he says it will get easier. i find myself believeing him. 
  17. every day is hard but i am breathing and thats enough of a reason
  18. graduation
  19. jeremy asking to hold my hand
  20. yes means yes now, and no means no
  21. the trojans taking camping trips so we could see the stars
  22. baths after practice
  23. when i sprained my hand, jeremy allowed me to sit out the next day to heal
  24. i get to heal
  25. i cant stop looking at jeremys smile
  26. i am not number three anymore. it is just a number. i am more than a number. the trojans know that.
  27. jeremy talking in his sleep
  28. kevin and i have been talking regularly, and he is happy. that is a good reason.
  29. game nights with the trojans
  30. him.  jeremy knox. jeremy knox. jeremy knox. 
Pavlov had it all wrong

I am a single adult human living in a house with two corgis. Got Girldog from a shelter when she was about a year, year and a half old maybe; got Boydog a few years later as an 8-week puppeh. And let me tell you something, from Day One, this has been a three-way psychological experiment. I no longer know who is manipulating who on a daily basis.

  • One of the first things I trained Girldog to do was not to bark at the dinner table; if she barked at me while I was eating, I put her in The Quiet Place (her crate) where she couldn’t see me. She learned almost immediately to subvocalize her barks, to let out a breath with just enough vocal cord vibration that I wouldn’t QUIIIITE consider it a bark and move her further away from the food. It’s a sound like this: “Hrrrr. Hrrrr. Hhhrahhh.” I didn’t realize how odd this was until my aunt came over and said, “That dog hissed at me.” “Yes,” I said, “she does that.”
  • Boydog learned to do tricks by watching Girldog. I never taught him to sit. He learned by watching Girldog get a treat for sitting. Once, I told both dogs to sit at the same time, while I held a treat in each hand. When Girldog didn’t sit quick enough, Boydog put his paw on her butt and pushed her down.
  • I hung a bell on the door and taught Boydog to ring it when he wants to go out. Girldog sees no reason she should ring the bell, as it is beneath her dignity, and she can get her way by barking instead. Boydog, however, will ring the bell for Girldog when she lurks around by the door, although he has no interest in going outside himself. Girldog has made Boydog her personal slave in this matter.
  • Boydog rings the bell when he doesn’t need to go out but thinks I have been at my computer too long. By the time I get to the kitchen, he’s nowhere near the door, but hey mom, as long as you’re up, let’s play! He obviously does not believe I can see through this extremely clever ploy.
  • Girldog once climbed onto a sofa, crossed the back of it, leapt from the sofa to my desk chair, leapt from the chair to the desk, and knocked all my stuff off the desk. (I wasn’t there, but it was obvious from the trail of destruction what route she had taken.) Then she got down and proceeded to ignore the bag of corn chips she’d encountered and focus her attention on biting my phone charger in half, chewing up a USB memory stick, and eating a pen. I still have no idea how she could be so smart and so dumb at the same time.
  • Boydog will chase a laser pointer (not uncommon for dogs introduced to them as puppies! Pro tip) but only when Girldog is not around, because she hates it for some reason and will tackle him for it. Girldog also likes to be outside while I want to be in, and Boydog prefers to have us both inside. Boydog will lead me to the laser pointer, pester me until I get it down, and then run around chasing the laser and barking madly. No matter how stubborn Girldog has been about staying outside, she wants to know what he’s barking at and immediately comes inside. (It is always the laser pointer he’s barking at, Girldog. Always.)
  • There is a chair in my bedroom that I cannot sit on. The dogs take turns sleeping on it, depending on who gets there first. The only hard and fast rule is that if the human sits on the chair, they will both lose their cool. The chair is for dogs only. I have not even tried to sit on the chair for about six months now.

I suspect I’ll be adding more of these as the three of us continue to train each other.

bisexual newt scamander headcanons

-newts first boyfriend was a sixth year, when he was a fifth year. obviously in the 1920s being gay was a no-no, but there was a quiet corner of the hogs head they could comfortably hide in.

-they were together for the best part of seven months, until a seventh year found out

-newt in the hospital wing for two days

-the sixth year was in for three, because he was hit with a nasty hex while defending his smol bf

-newts first girlfriend was a cute girl in his herbology class in third year

-totally wasn’t leta lestrange I mean what

-after the fifth year incident newt decided to stay away from guys and repressed his bisexuality

-fifth year newt scamander asking madame pomphrey is there was a “cure” for people like him

-madame pomphrey being one of the few people in that time that was cool with it, and explaining that he’s perfectly normal

-honestly lets just appreciate madame pomphrey i love her

Another story about my mom as a young child…

Her brother started hanging out with this really rotten neighbor boy. This kid was a real bully, getting worse and worse every year. He wasn’t even nice to my uncle. One day, he and another boy told my uncle that they were going to put on a play, and he could play the snake. They rolled him into a blanket, tied it at both ends, and then threw him down a flight of hardwood stairs. It broke his glasses, bruised him badly, and cracked one of his bones. He was devastated.

My mother, three years his junior, was immensely protective of him. She marched over to the bully’s house and was greeted by his sister. “Make him apologize!” she said.

“No,” said the girl. The two got into an argument.

My mother looked around and said, “I’m so… I’m so angry, I could just cut you with this piece of glass!” She picked up a shard of a broken bottle.

“Go ahead,” mocked the girl.

So…. she did.

1D Hiatus: Day 468

* Liam and Cheryl both post the same picture on Instagram, the captions announcing that Cheryl’s given birth to their son

* Louis performs ‘Just Hold On’ with Steve at Ultra Music Festival

* Harry posts three blank pictures on Instagram, changes his Instagram, Twitter and Facebook icons and headers into blank pictures as well

* An advert announcing Harry’s solo music coming out April 7th airs in the UK

* #congratsLiamandCheryl, #HS1isComing and #ProudOfLouis trend on Twitter

* Pictures and videos of Louis and Steve at the Dimmak event in Miami last night come out

* Louis wishes Jay happy birthday via Twitter

* It’s been two years since Zayn left the band and One Direction became a fourpiece

It’s Mar 25th, 2017.


On this day a year ago: #103

He’s Dangerous, But Not Around You: Part 3

A/N: This sort of ends abruptly, but if I didn’t end it here the imagine would have been extremely long so I’ll be posting part 4 within the next three days x 

Part 1 Part 2

Masterlist linked in bio


Three months after Harry called off his relationship with Y/n, it was his birthday, and just like every other year for the past five, the boys decided to spend his birthday weekend at Louis’ family lake house. It was one of the few times a year they’d go- only saved for special occasions. It’s secluded, far from the city, but close enough so that it’s not too much out of their way.

Their tradition when it comes to Harry’s birthday weekend has remained the same for years now. A bonfire, a couple of poker games, countless amounts of beer, and occasional midnight skinny dipping. However, this year, the only change in tradition is Y/n not being there.

The second Harry steps foot out of his car, the whole idea of spending his birthday without Y/n makes him feel sick to his stomach. This was their favorite place to be together. They didn’t know why, but something about the privacy and the exclusiveness of it enhanced their relationship in unimaginable ways. They have had many occasions where they would flee from London without a word and spend a couple days alone here. 

The guys scurry out of the car in excitement, absolutely stoked to be back in the grand Tomlinson lake house. Harry sighs, slamming his car door shut before half-heartedly making his way inside.

He can’t blame their excitement when it came to the celebration weekend, however, they hadn’t seemed to notice how off Harry became the first couple of hours upon their arrival. But what else did he expect? He didn’t tell them, he didn’t tell them any of it. He didn’t want to. He knew they knew, anyways, but he had constantly beat himself up, blaming himself for destroying the one thing in his life he felt was genuinely worth fighting for. If he had told them what he did, he would never hear the end of it. He didn’t need anyone else to remind him of how much he had fucked up.

But ever since Y/n had left, something in him changed. He had no desire to fight anymore. Three days after he broke it off, he was worse than ever. Getting himself into numerous fights multiple times a day. It was his way of coping the loss of her, the loss of his only true humanity. However, when the fourth day came, and Harry started to really understand the fact that he was never going to see Y/n again, was when the pain really set in. He felt himself suffocating in a horrendous amount of guilt. 

She had tried so hard, she pushed him harder than anybody else had. Nobody put as much faith in him as she had. She stayed with him in times he truly didn’t deserve it. Hell, there were even days where she was so mad at him that all she could do was yell and yell and yell, and even then she still slept in the same bed as him. He couldn’t live with letting all of that go- letting her go- so he decided to prove himself wrong

It was the biggest fight of his life, the one against himself; when half of him wanted to inflict his pain onto other people and the other half wanting desperately to change himself for the sake of his relationship with Y/n. But he knew he was stronger than the monster inside of him, even though he believed he was weaker. What made him strong was Y/n’s relationship with him, he would stop at nothing to get her back.

It didn’t take Y/n more than a couple days to tell Zayn what had happened. He called her, asking what was going on since Harry had been a complete wreck with no sign of her in his life. She explained, in the best that she could between her harsh sobs and broken whimpers that Harry had left her. He broke up with her, tried to convince her that they didn’t belong together, and eventually confessed that he wasn’t willing to change for her. 

Y/n made him promise not to tell anybody else because she felt that this was Harry’s responsibility, not anybody else. Of course, Zayn kept his promise and never said a word about it to anyone. 

The rest of the guys tried to get it out of him, though. They never forced it, but occasionally mentioned her to see what he would say or do, but he just ignored them. The mention of her name killed him on the inside, and he, truthfully, still couldn’t face the reality that they aren’t together anymore.

To say the guys have been concerned for him is an understatement. Yeah, he’s stopped fighting, but he’s still not the same Harry he was when he was with Y/n. He’s constantly thinking, his mind always somewhere not where it’s supposed to be. He drinks more, too, which used to spike up his anger, but now only spikes up his sadness. He has no motivation to do anything besides stay in his house and dwell on the guilt he’s carried.

Getting him to the lake house is one of their ways of getting him to heal. They just don’t know how much this place kills him, though. God, he can’t even look at a single square inch of it without seeing her in his head. How the hell is he going to get through the weekend?

The boys begin to notice how hurt Harry is when he begins to prepare for the bonfire they planned on having later that night. This is Harry’s first birthday after his break up with Y/n, and instead of telling them how truly heartbreaking it was for him, he avoided that topic of conversation completely. He was already depressed enough, he didn’t need to bury himself in it on his own birthday.

While Harry sets up the firewood needed for the bonfire, he’s distant. He’s distracted, not consuming himself in any of the boys’ conversations. They know Y/n’s already on his mind, she’s the only one who gets him daydreaming.

Harry sighs, lifting heavy piles of wood and constructing them into a setup for later. He’s finished now, has been finished for a while, but he just can’t stop. All he can think about is how Y/n isn’t with him, how she’s probably in her new home, sulking, hating him for ruining her life. It’s his birthday, and she probably hates him.

He sighs, placing his hands on his knees and leaning forward, eyes trained on the ground. He just can’t get her out of his head, no matter how much he tries to distract himself, almost every waking moment he’s thinking about the first time they met.


They were at a party Zayn’s aunt decided to host. It was a casual-formal event, just something special for her close friends to feel welcomed to upon their return to London after being in the states for a while.

Zayn was, obviously, invited. His aunt even insisted on him bringing his best friends, which he probably would have done anyways because he wasn’t too familiar with the family the party was for. The only member he’s ever really talked to was Y/n. She was super shy, very introverted, but was extremely sweet nonetheless. She had talked to Zayn a couple times when they stayed at his aunt’s house simultaneously. Other than that, they didn’t talk much.

“C’mon, you’re just gonna stand in the corner all night?” Zayn approached Harry, a glass of vodka held loosely in his hands.

Harry was pissed he was even in the situation he was in. Social events weren’t his thing, never something he found entertaining. He didn’t care about this stupid family’s return, he didn’t even know them.

“This is the last goddam place I want to be right now” Harry seethed, “I’m pissed off at you for even fucking forcing me here, don’t force me to try and mingle too.”

He let out a slight grumble in Zayn’s direction before making his way to the mini bar. On his way, in the midst of his aggravation, he felt a body collide with his. He groaned, a slight growl in the mix, definitely not in any mood for people to get in his way.

“Watch where you’re-“

“Oh, sorry” the girl gasped, “didn’t see you there.”

Harry’s body immediately froze at the sight of her. She was the most stunning woman he’s ever seen. Her eyes were sparkling with sorrow, lips parted slightly due to the impact. Her outfit complimented her body shape beautifully, leaving him absolutely speechless.

“I- It’s okay” he stuttered, eyes never leaving her, “are you okay?”

She nodded slightly, completely captivated by the most handsome man standing in front of her. God, how he was so beautiful, she would have never known a man like this could ever exist in this world.

“I’m okay” she softly spoke, “thank you.”

Harry insisted on buying her a drink as a way to apologize for not exactly paying attention to where he was going. They chatted for a while, mainly about the party. Come to find out, she was the daughter of Zayn’s aunt’s friends. She hadn’t gone to the states with them, however, she didn’t really make too much of an effort to go and see her in her stay in London.

They were talking quite well, considering Harry definitely did give her an attitude at times and somehow made her feel extremely intimidated whenever he did so. But he had to admit, it was one of the best conversations he’s had in a while, despite his unfriendly character.

“What’s your name, by the way?” Harry finally asked.

She blushed slightly.

“I’m Y/n. And you?”

“Harry.”

“Oh, you’re Harry.” Y/n said quietly, a hint of realization in her tone of voice.

Harry didn’t like the way she said it, as if insulting him in a way. Which, for him, was a bit of a let down considering there was a moment where he genuinely believed she was different.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” Harry snapped, his voice somehow rougher and more raspy than how it was before, “Like you’re any better?“

His fierce stare upon her made Y/n feel belittled. When he spoke to her, he made her feel as if her existence was the dirt beneath his shoes. No wonder Zayn had warned her, no girl like Y/n could survive five minutes with such an intimidating man.

“Oh- um- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just that Zayn had told me to stay away from you.” She stuttered, her voice barely above a mumble.

She still refused to make eye contact with him, only for the sake of her safety. She was too afraid to look at him now, when his body seemed tense and eyes filled with aggression. She was an easy pray for people like him to feed on- to get a good kick out of.

“I should go” she muttered, “It was lovely to meet you.”

Almost too quickly, she grabbed her bag off the bar and began to make her way back to where she was before. However, before making it too far, she felt a hand grab ahold of her wrist.

He didn’t know why, but when he had seen the fear set in Y/n’s eyes, an overwhelming feeling of guilt set upon him. It was strange, to feel so much of it hit him over one girl’s reaction. He had done this many times to many people, all of which having a moment of complete vulnerability during his encounters with them. But they didn’t necessarily make him feel anything more than the slightest bit of regret.

“Hey” he whispered softly, delicately pulling her back to where he was standing, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”

Y/n looked into his eyes as he spoke, giving her the reassurance she needed. He was genuine, she could tell, his eyes screamed sympathy.

“It’s oka-“

“But Zayn is right,” Harry continued, slowly letting her arm go “you should stay away from me.”

Before she had any time to react, he had walked away from her.

The rest of the night, Y/n was determined to speak to him again. After meeting him for the first time, she had an innumerable amount of questions she pressed Zayn to answer. Why is he always angry? Is he dangerous? But why was he so nice to me when I walked away?

Zayn explained that Harry wasn’t someone she should be concerned about. All he told her was that he had been hurt one too many times and it caused him to become violent towards those who threaten potential pain. He doesn’t apologize to anybody, and told her that it was quite strange how he had to her.

Harry couldn’t stop thinking about her. He didn’t know what it was, exactly, that intrigued him so much. Besides the fact she was the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid his eyes on, she was so easy to talk with. She was quiet, and apart of him liked that about her. The moment he hurt her, he just felt so bad, like it was the last thing he ever wanted to see.

Which is why he walked away from her.

When he saw Zayn later that night, he had asked about her. He asked how they had known each other, asked about her life and where she lived. He was determined to know more about her. It wasn’t even that he just wanted to, but it felt like he had to, like he was being compelled to feel this way toward her.

Right as he was about to leave the party, he had heard her voice behind him

“Harry?”

He slowly turned to look at her. She was looking as shy as ever, fingers fiddling together, cheeks blushed, eyes unsure. She didn’t know exactly what she was going to say, but she wanted to try.

“I want to get to know you.” She spoke softly, her hand reaching up to tuck some of her loose hair behind her ear.

He swore his heart melted. The second the words fell from her lips, he was willing to do whatever it took to get to know her.

“I know you said I should stay away from you, but I don’t want to.”


“Harry,” Zayn mumbles, snapping Harry out of his thoughts, “do you want to talk about it?”

Harry didn’t realize he was near tears until Zayn snapped him out of his trance. He didn’t look at them as he returns to placing the logs in piles, contemplating whether or not to disregard his statement or not. Of course he wants to talk about how much mental pain he’s in from not being with Y/n anymore, but he just can’t talk about it. They know that, too, because if he were ready, he would have already.

“Can you stop asking about her, please?” He groans, tossing the last piece of wood onto the top of the pile, “I know you guys know, so please, don’t make me say it.”

He doesn’t bother to look at them, instead, wiping off some of the sweat off his forehead with the sleeve of his flannel before making his way inside the house to change out of his sweaty clothes. He didn’t want to seem rude, but he’s completely and utterly broken, if he has to be questioned about her again he swears he’ll actually become ill.

Half-heartedly making his way to the bedroom, Harry opens up the duffle bag that sits on top of the bed, that he has yet to unpack, searching through the folded clothes to find his plain gray t-shirt he plans on wearing for later that night. Slipping off his flannel and sliding off the now dirty white tank top underneath, he puts on the t-shirt, throwing the dirty clothes into the laundry bin.

Once changed, Harry begins to unpack the remaining clothes out of his bag. His hands are shaking as he does so, breathing heavy when he sets his clothes down on the bed. His stomach twists with sick at the idea of sleeping in this goddamn room.

This was the first place they made love. It was within the first month of being with each other, filled with beautiful romance and bliss. It was the best night of his life. It was the first time he had touched someone so delicately before. The first time his violent hands spread love throughout her body. He said words he never thought he’d say again. Words that he actually fucking meant, words to express how his once cold heart felt warm for what felt like the first time in his life. 


It was her first visit to the lake house. She had just finished cleaning up the remaining dishes, insisting that even though she was the guest, she had to contribute to the clean up after having a barbecue. Harry was sitting by the kitchen table, just watching her, observing her as she hummed an unknown tune, her hair messily tied up on her head. He could hear the boys playing poker in the living room, which he would have played if Harry hadn’t already planned on taking Y/n out near the lake after she had finished cleaning up.

“Alright, Harry, all done.” she smiled, “Now what was it you wanted to show me?”

She made her way toward his sitting frame, taking a seat right on top of his lap. Combing her fingers through his hair, she planted a delicate kiss on the tip of his nose, making Harry’s face blush the color of roses. He reached his arms around her waist, nuzzling her body against his.

“Hm,” he hummed, kissing the exposed skin on her shoulder, “was gonna show you the lake, but almost considering just cuddling you all night long.”

Y/n smiled as Harry leaned in to press a hard kiss against her soft lips. She breathed out heavily, fingertips moving to caress his cheeks, his unshaved stubble scraping against their pads.

“Gross!” they heard Niall call from the living room, “I call the room farthest from yours!”

They both laughed, Harry rolling his eyes at the comment.

“As fantastic that sounds” Y/n smirked, raking her fingers on his back under his shirt, “this is my first time here, and it’s your birthday weekend. I want to explore it with you.”

She leaned down to quickly peck his chapped lips, which soon turned into a wild smirk. His green eyes looked into her brown ones, his fingers dancing along the nape of her neck.

“I can do that for you.”

Once they were by the lake, they sat in silence together. She was cuddled into him, sitting in between his legs, her head rolled back onto his shoulder, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist. They admired the nature they were surrounded by, overwhelmed by the feeling of each other’s company under the moon. It felt like a dream, every bit of it did. It was such a surreal moment for them. They didn’t need to speak about anything for a while, being this close to each other, feeling each other’s bodies against one another was enough for them. They felt closer than ever.

They kissed, and kissed, and kissed. So much so that Y/n ended up on top of him. Her legs were straddling his waist, hands roaming under his shirt, nails scratching at his ribs. Harry had his hands all in her hair, as if trying to pull her closer to him, as if it were even possible.  Her lips traveled down to his neck, kissing every bit of the exposed skin. She just couldn’t get enough. They both couldn’t.

“Y/n.” Harry whispered.

“I love you, Harry.” She muttered against his skin.

“So in love with you.“

It was the first time it was said. They both knew they loved each other once they met. Hell, it was obvious. It didn’t need to be said, but she said it anyways. She said it like she meant it, too, like her heart was blooming as she spoke. God, he even felt her tears against his neck. She was so overwhelmed by their love, the words just slipped out in the moment, but oh how she meant them.

In that moment, he was a weak man. He completely surrendered himself to her love. He was willing for it to have all control over him. He made a promise to himself, to devote his life proving his love for her, proving that he will be the man she deserves in her life, not the man he had other people see.

“Y/n,” he whispers again, fingers gliding down her waist, “I’m so in love with you. I always will be.”

That night, once he had taken her to their room, they made love over and over and over again. It was their first time, opening up to each other in a completely different way than they usually did. His lips captured hers perfectly, his hands fit in hers as if they were, quite literally, made for each other. His name became a mantra, her body became a temple. It was an entirely new level of trust. It was a night that they could have re-lived every day for the rest of their lives, easily, with not a complaint in the world.



Fuck” Harry spits, reaching the back of his hand up to eyes in an attempt to wipe the tears threatening to spill.

He can’t sleep in here, there’s no way he could, not without Y/n. Not without her in his arms, not without making love to her beforehand. His bed at home made him sick enough, but here? He just can’t fathom it.

He begins to shove the clothes he’s started to unpack back into his suitcase. He can’t stay in here another minute. He’ll lose his goddamn mind.

While zipping up his bag, he hears the front door open. Niall’s laugh fills the silence in the house upon his entrance, which gives Harry an idea on how to fix his sleeping situation without raiding the couch.

“Niall!” Harry yells, slinging the bag over his shoulder.

Niall makes his way up the steps toward his voice.

“Yeah?!”

“We’re switching rooms!”

“Oh hell no!”

Niall goes into the room Harry’s in, his face strict and serious.

“You and Y/n have fucked on that bed way too many times. I don’t even think you washed the sheets last time you guys did it on there, either. Pretty sure this room has a permanent stench of sex because of you two.”

Harry’s jaw clenches. Normally, he’d have a rational conversation until he got his way, but he isn’t taking this situation lightly. So, instead, he grabs Niall’s wrist harshly, eyes narrowing down at him as he takes a threatening step closer to him.

Niall’s eyes widen as he looks up at him. Not even because a small part of him felt intimidated, but because this is the first time Harry has shown aggression toward anybody within the past couple of months. There is a chance the part he’s been hiding is becoming unleashed, but Niall knows it was easily set off by Harry’s many failed attempts to get Y/n out of his head.

“I don’t think you understand, Niall” Harry seethes, “I may have not laid my hands on anyone in months, but missing Y/n doesn’t only make me sad, it makes me dangerous. I will not hesitate to do whatever it takes to be as far away from this room as possible. Now I will not tell you again, we are switching rooms.”

Niall rips his hand out of Harry’s grip, shaking it around a bit from the amount of pressure Harry was gripping it with.

“Alright, Jesus,” he groans, “but you better wash those fucking sheets. I refuse to sleep in a bed full of sex.“

Harry lets out a breath he was holding in, somewhat relieved that he doesn’t have to be spending three nights in his own personal hell. 

Adjusting the strap of his bag onto his shoulder, Harry slowly nods as he continues to look at Niall. He feels bad for treating him in the way he just did, but the idea of becoming more hurt than he already was is something he wouldn’t be able to live with. 

“Yeah, yeah I will.” He mutters. “I’m sorry, by the way, for that. I didn’t want to hurt you, but I can’t be in this room for another second without losing my mind. I really can’t.”

Niall sighs, slowly reaching up to wrap his arms security around Harry. Being like his brother, he really has felt so bad for what he’s been going through. He can’t imagine the heartbreak, or how he’s even surviving the breakup as well as he has. 

Harry reaches his arms around Niall’s body, hugging him back.

“It’s okay, bud. I get it, you don’t have to apologize. I’ll even wash the sheets for you.”

Harry lets out a slight laugh, shaking his head briefly before detaching himself from Niall and making his way into his room.

Once settled, Harry makes his way down to the kitchen to grab a couple of beers and take some time to himself. If this weekend is going to haunt the living shit out of him, he might as well try to make himself relax the slightest bit.

With a bottle of beer held loosely in his hand, he opens the sliding door that leads to the porch. Leaning his body against the doorway, Harry admires the sun setting on the lake, watching as the wind moves the leaves in small dance.

For the first time since the breakup, he actually feels at peace.

“She broke up with you, didn’t she?” Liam asks, suddenly joining Harry on the porch as he sips on a bottle of beer, slinging his arm around Harry’s shoulders.

Harry rolls his eyes, the accusation of her leaving him must have been the topic of all their conversations. Of course that’s what they thought, it must have been so convenient for them to think Y/n could live a great life without him while he would be a danger to the streets. That’s how much he needed her, but they never seemed to notice how much she needed him, not how Harry noticed.

“Why is everyone so convinced that if we were to ever break up, she’d be the one that called it off?” Harry snarls.

“I was the one who ended it.” He continues, “It wasn’t working out.”

He takes a swig from his beer, eyes still trained on the view of the lake. He doesn’t want to continue this conversation, doesn’t want to relive the night that tore his life apart. Most of all, he doesn’t want to talk about it here, at this stupid fucking lake house, and have to dwell on the pain he wishes he could erase. He doesn’t want to be reminded that he was the one who did this to them.

“C’mon,” Liam sighs, “she was the only thing you had. She was the only one to get this Harry back. You were just afraid she’d leave you first.”

Harry decides not to answer, not knowing how to respond. Of course that’s why he ended it, that’s how he operates. He pushes those away just so that nobody pushes him away. He could deal with anybody else doing it, but if Y/n had left him first, there was no way he’d ever make it through that. Not a fiber in his body doubts that for even a second.

“Have you spoken to her at all?” Liam breaks the silence.

Harry looks down at his beer, circling it in his hands. Why does he keep asking him questions he clearly doesn’t want to answer?

“She said she never wanted to see me again.” Harry mumbles, “I haven’t spoken to her since she left.”

Jesus, Harry.” Liam whispers. “Are you okay?”

Something about that question makes something inside of Harry twist. Is he okay? How can he be okay? He hasn’t seen the love of his life, hasn’t talked to her, hasn’t even heard the sound of her breathing in months. Every part of his body hurts every time he thinks about her because the feeling of being away from her is the most painful feeling in the world.

His life was consumed by her love. His entire world changed when he met her. Nobody else could he lay his hands so sweetly on, could his voice speak so softly to, could his heart swell so greatly for. She changed him, even though he was too scared to admit it to her, she changed him. She gave him hope- gave him a reason to hold onto himself.

Since she’s left, in times when he’s at his all-time low, all he can think about is how his arms felt holding her, how his lips felt kissing her, how fucking relieving and beautiful it was to talk to her, and how he let all of that go.

How can he be okay?

Tears cloud his vision, his hands begin to shake. Oh, God. He thought he was over this. He thought he was over the emotions, he didn’t deserve them. He did this, he caused all this, this was his decision. Yet here he is, again, fighting back the tears that have been so desperate to be released.

“I mean” Harry begins, his voice shaking as he speaks, “I mean, I fucked up everything. I had everything I ever needed and I was the one who let it go. I was starting to think that her leaving me would be worse but now-”

He’s choking back sobs, face wet with unwelcomed tears, “now I can’t stop thinking about how much she hates me right now. She has a home without me, she lives her life without me, she is falling asleep at night without me. And the worst part is that she didn’t want it that way. That was all me, everything is because of me!”

Liam rushes to wrap his arms around him, pulling Harry’s head down onto his shoulder so that he has a place to cry. Harry’s holding him like it’s his ever last bit of hope, almost as if grasping for reassurance for his relationship with Y/n.

“Harry.” he whispers.

“Trust me, Liam, I didn’t want this, either” he continues, words scrambling out of his mouth, “but what else was I supposed to do? And now I’m at this stupid fucking lake house where we talked about getting married and she’s not here with me and I can’t do this anymore!”

He’s completely helpless now. His body is weak, shaking against Liam’s tense frame. He’s in so much pain, so much heartbreak that he’s almost screaming, begging God for some mercy because he can’t take this anymore. The constant thought of her, the constant reminder that he’s never going to see her again rips his heart out every second of every day.

“I just really don’t want to know what it’s like to live another day without her” his voice quivers, “I never do.”

Harry’s wet eyes meet Liam’s sympathetic ones. Liam opens his mouth, preparing to say something, but Harry simply shakes his head. He can’t do this anymore. 

He pats Liam’s shoulder- thanking him for being by his side- before turning around to walk away. He slides the glass door open, walking inside the kitchen to replace his now empty bottle of beer with a new one.

“Wait,” Liam mumbles, “wait, Harry, I have to tell you something.”

Harry stops in his place, slowly turning his body around to look at him. He cocks his head to the side, eyebrows furrowed, seeming confused.

“Y/n- she’s- she’s coming here tonight.”  

New Year. New Me.  {Peter Pan Imagine}

Peter Pan Imagine

Author: Joi A. Wade

Requested: Yes,  HI CAN I HAVE A EXTREME FLUFF IMAGINE WITH ROBBIE KAY OR PETER PAN WHERE YOU GUYS GET INTO A REALLY REALLY BAD FIGHT AND YOU DECIDE YOU GUYS SHOULD BREAK UP AND HES LIKE NO BABE WAIT IM SORRY AND YOURE LIKE NOPE I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE AND THEN YOU LEAVE AND HE CANT FUNCTION WITHOUT YOU SO HE TRIES TO WIN YOU BACK AND IT TAKES A WHILE BUT ONE DAY HE FINALLY WINS YOU BACK EXTREMELY FLUFFY PLEASE

Warnings: Swearing, angst, will be two/three parts. ✨  Tbh, it sucks ass, but this was just a little something before the new year!   ✨ HAPPY NEW YEAR  ✨

.Gifs mine, picture is not. 


To say Y/n was excited about the New Year was an understatement. She was beyond ready for this fucked up of a year to be over, and 2017 to finally cleanse off any bad vibes she’s been carrying and just start over. She wandered around the party her best friend was hosting, having small talk with whoever passed by and drinking the champagne in her hand. Y/n came with her boyfriend Peter, but as soon as they passed through the front door, he’s disappeared somewhere in the large house; claiming to her that he was just going to chill with a few of his friends before the countdown. 

At first, Y/n was a little skeptical. This was the third year, whenever herself or her friends would have a get together for New Years, where he would just leave her to wander for long period of time and then show back up when the ball was dropping, for the traditional new year’s kiss. He never missed it, but she was still confused as to why he didn’t want to spend those remaining few hours of the year with her. 

Y/n walked around for a little while, after thanking one of her guy friends for refilling her glass, seeing as to that was the only thing to keep her mind off of her nowhere-to-be-found boyfriend. Peter was a very vibrant character, never stayed in one spot too long, always played by his own rules. She didn’t want to admit it, but this particular year was kind of rough for the both of them. Arguments after arguments, constant bickering and sarcasm. He slept on the couch a lot at their shared apartment, while she cried herself to sleep on those nights. Y/n dreaded that he was becoming…distant. Something was off about him on this night, where their usual chatty car ride was more silent and awkward; when they entered the home, it was almost as if he couldn’t wait to get away from her, kissing her cheek, before disappearing for the rest of the evening. Sighing, Y/n set down the half empty glass on a nearby table, leaning against the wall, while scanning the area once more for his familiar face. 

Next to her someone had cleared their throat rather loudly, snapping Y/n from her thoughts. Looking as to where it came from, she fought the urge to groan and roll her eyes. 

“Hello, Wendy.” She greeted as politely as she could, thinking about drowning herself in more champagne, but chose against it. “Didn’t know you would be here.” 

“Hm, well sorry to say that you’re not Tiger Lily’s only friend, honey.” Her sweet voice practically made Y/n physically cringe. Her and Wendy Darling never seemed to be on the right page with each other. It wasn’t even her fault, Wendy was the one who always seemed to over step her boundaries when it came to Peter, always making suggestive comments about him, getting to close for Y/n’s comfort. The thing that really always ticked Y/n off was how lately…Peter had done nothing to stop this behavior. God forbid someone gets too close to her, he loses his shit, but when it’s the other way around, she was the one in the wrong. 

“Sadly…” Y/n muttered, only paying half attention to the bimbo yapping next to her. Her focus was still on Peter, and it seemed that Wendy noticed. With a snicker, she flipped her golden hair behind her shoulder. 

“Wondering where your eye candy has gone to this time?” 

“Wondering where I asked for you to fucking talk to me, actually.” She snapped, making the blonde laugh obnoxiously. “You know, I’d rather not be next to you, while going into the new year. It would kind of defeat the purpose of me trying to fucking forget who you are.”

“No need to be rude, Y/n. I thought we could see passed our differences into the new year.” Batting her eyelashes at her only made her blood boil even more. Taking the hint, Wendy only smirked while shrugging, making her way for the balcony. Sighing in relief, Y/n went right back to looking for Peter, only to come up with nothing. Again. Tiger Lily made her way over to Y/n, tugging her toward the living room, where the big TV sat. Standing in front of it, her heart nearly dropped at the sight of the countdown…and Peter was still no where to be found. 

By now he would have found her, and be standing next to her and waiting. Looking around frantically, he was still no where in sight in the large crowed. Sure, she was being a little over dramatic about the situation, but it was another they made it as a couple. A lot of people doubted their relationship, any the many girls that practically threw themselves at him weren’t helping either. He reassured her countless times that no matter what, she was the only one for him. Even though they fought most of the year, she still wanted to end and start fresh of the year, with just a lovely kiss he always reserved just for her. It made her feel safe, made her feel special…

As soon as the countdown hit one, everyone cheered and shouted at the top of their lungs, sharing hugs and kisses, spilling their drinks accidentally and throwing confetti. 

“ H A P P Y   N E W   Y E A R ! ! ! ”

Tiger looked over at Y/n, leaning in and kissing her cheek in order to get at least a little smile on her face. It worked for a good second until it dawned upon her. The new year started without him. Leaving Tiger Lily to stand in the spot, not before thanking her for the peck, she went on her way to look for Peter, only to stop abruptly at what her peripheral vision caught sight of. With a slight gasp, she saw through the window of the balcony…

“Peter…” She whispered, not believing what she was seeing. As if he heard her broken whisper, he pulls away from the kiss, his eyes widening at the sight of you on the other side of the glass door. His jaw was dropped, his hands dropping from Wendy’s waist as a look of pure and utter defeat colored Y/n’s features. She knew it. She didn’t want to believe, but deep down she knew. It would explain a lot, actually. 

Wendy seemed to know that the two of them were caught, slowly turning her head to where Y/n stood, a small smirk plastered on her lips. Never feeling so betrayed in her life, she slowly backed away from the scene, Peter’s eyes slowly starting to fill with panic. 

“Y/n…baby, wait-” 

“Don’t. Don’t you dare make up an excuse for this!” She shrieked, quickly turning toward the crowed of people, wanting to disappear into it. Quickly, he ran after her, ignoring the whines coming from Wendy as he raced after Y/n, rudely pushing people out of the way and shouting at her.  

“Y/n! Please! Let me explain, it’s not what you think!” 

To be continued…

Two hundred three years, forty-one nights filled with the threat of screaming darkness. Two hundred three years, forty-two mornings where if he fell asleep, he would have awaken covered in sweat so thick it felt as if his body was covered in blood, her blood. So many mornings where the echoes would still scream at his heart reminding him of his failure.

He awoke at dawn warm, rested and holding a small scared hand to his chest. Two hundred three years, forty-two days he had been drowning in darkness, his heart encased in solid ice. Fifteen days ago his darkness didn’t seem as dark as he learned of her darkness. He had no idea what this was, but one thing was certain, she had chased his eternal nightmare away. He had no idea what was left of the boy he had once been. Because that was what he was then, a boy, and two hundred years had passed.

He walked the familiar hall leading towards the kitchen to assemble a breakfast tray for Aelin, it was then that the realization that she had come so close, too close to burnout. He had almost failed her, but he did not, his magic pulled against every push of hers. Their magic sung a song so old that he was sure he knew what it meant. That would just be another thing for them to figure out as they crawled from the darkness that surrounded their beings.

Last night he meant every word, he had every intention of procuring a cot. This morning he knew that her soul was made of fire and that fire kept the darkness that always crept in at bay. If he allowed it she could melt his icy heart. Maybe a cot would not be the answer that either of them needed.

The Signs as Shit Neil Josten Has Probably Said
  • Aries: I may have two broken legs and a dislocated shoulder, but I can still take you!
  • Taurus: I've had the same three types of protein shakes as dinner for the past year, I'm not about to change it now Matt! I don't care if it's blueberry flavored!
  • Gemini: You will not believe the shit I see on my runs. Apparently no one is aware that public spaces are public.
  • Cancer: Healthy sleeping habits are for the weak. Now pass me the ball.
  • Leo: Only one will survive tonight. (Allison: Just pick a cake, Neil!)
  • Virgo: Jack, we did not get from the last place to first in one year by practicing less than 36 hours per day.
  • Libra: I'm sorry that I punched him in the left eye. I will get on to punching his right in just a second.
  • Scorpio: So Aaron opened my secret box with my favorite cupcake flavors. How dare he! (Dan: Why was that a secret?) Why wouldn't it be?
  • Sagittarius: I'm guessing Nicky didn't want my collection of fake passports for his birthday.
  • Capricorn: What do you mean I'm dependent on Andrew to function in a normal life? He only pays my bills, buys me phones, provides me with Wi-Fi...oh I see what you're saying.
  • Aquarius: I will paint my entire house orange if I want. Viva les Foxes!
  • Pisces: Of course I won't judge you. It's not your fault that you're blind with 20/20 vision and can't see the goal.