Strong by @elerinwen
Pairing: Zayn/Liam
Rating: PG


“Tell ‘im” Louis mumbled, rolling his eyes so hard they almost went all white. Zayn groaned, letting his head fall, his forehead hitting the table in front of him.

“You don’t understand” Zayn complained, not even bothering to lift his head to look at him. Louis was a moron and he had no idea what it was like. It was much more complicated that just ‘telling him’.

Mostly because friendship was never something that came easily to Zayn. He was baffled every time he met that kind of people that have hundreds of friends and hang out with them all the time. You know, social butterflies that thrive on having lots of friends and acquaintances around them, people that only need to speak two words to have a whole crowd just paying attention. People like Louis, really. Louis baffled Zayn all the time. That’s why Zayn seldom went out with Louis when he invited him on a night out. It would always end up with Louis saying hi to practically everyone around them, chatting and dancing with every person he met, most of the time forgetting Zayn was even there. Sitting on the bar and passing the time people watching with a drink in his hand was how most of those nights ended for Zayn.

Except for that one night Louis came back to the bar with an amused twinkle in his eyes, dragging an embarrassed looking guy behind himself. Zayn remembers raising an eyebrow at Louis, wondering what the hell was happening. Until Louis said Zayn looked bored so he brought him a friend, and proceeded to introduce the guy to him, just because they were both geeks. Liam. It took Zayn a second to fall helplessly in love. It took one smile from Liam, all crinkly eyes and blushing cheeks and he was gone. He figured Liam was, like Louis said, just an old college friend, he figured it was a chance meeting and he would never see Liam smile again after that small fleeting introduction. He was wrong. Liam decided he had enough dancing for the night and stayed at the bar with Zayn, sipping on drinks and chatting nonstop while Louis went back to the dance floor.

They actually never stopped talking. Almost literally, because talking about superheroes that night ended up with Liam barely able to hide his glee when Zayn told him he had an original edition of The Killing Joke, and them exchanging numbers because ‘that’s so cool, Zayn, d’you reckon I could see it some day?’

That day happened after a week of texting and talking on the phone constantly. Zayn didn’t think he ever met anyone he could talk to the way he talked to Liam. Always so natural, always so honest, always receiving sweet enthusiastic reactions from Liam that left him shaking and wanting to scream inside. And after that day, many more days came, because they had too many things in common. For some ridiculous reason, Liam appeared to enjoy Zayn’s company just as much as Zayn enjoyed Liam’s, and that just didn’t happen often.

Weeks turned into months and months into years and Liam just became a permanent fixture in Zayn’s life. Everywhere he went, Liam was most likely there with him, sharing endless game nights and dinners and simple conversations over coffee or beers. And Zayn’s love for Liam refused to die. It simply grew exponentially, taking so much space in Zayn’s chest it made it hard to breathe.
It was embarrassing and obvious to the point of Louis noticing. Oblivious Louis, always too distracted to notice anything, one day simply stated matter of factly that Zayn should just tell Liam about his feelings. He didn’t even need to ask if there were any feelings to talk about. He knew. Probably the whole planet knew. The whole planet but Liam.

“What do I not understand, man?” Louis asked, clearly annoyed. “It’s simple, isn’t it? You both have feelings for each other. Just talk about it. Tell ‘im.” he said like it was nothing, grabbing an apple from the fruit basket that was sitting at the center of the table with no intention of eating it.

Zayn groaned again, turning his head, leaving his cheek against the cold glass of Louis’ dining table.

“That’s the problem. That’s exactly the problem. It’s not mutual. I would’ve noticed.”

Louis laughed and shook his head, tossing the fruit in the air again and again, catching it every time.

“For such a brilliant guy, you can be pretty thick sometimes.” Louis smiled through his words, raising his eyebrows like he was making an obvious point by insulting Zayn.

“’m not thick, asshole.” Zayn spat, more sad than angry, finally lifting his head from the table. “He doesn’t feel the same, and you know… If I say something, everything will change. This friendship I have with him is too precious, I can’t lose him.” Zayn explained, because he had a point. Because it was obvious. If he ever told Liam about how he felt, he was going to lose him, sooner or later.

Louis finally kept the apple in his hand, bending a bit to talk closer to Zayn, in a lower, almost loving tone. “Think of all the people that miss their chance out of fear, Zayn. Think of how much love’s been wasted. You know, people always trying to escape it, they move on to stop their heart breaking. D’you want that to be you? Regretting your silence many years from now?”

Zayn sighed, letting his forehead hit the table again, closing his eyes. Louis had a point too. Everything was already getting ruined already anyways, wasn’t it? He hadn’t seen Liam in a month out of fear of fucking up because every time his heart reacted to all the beautiful things Liam did, he was scared his body would betray him and reveal his reaction too. He was trapped. Whatever he did he was sure he was going to lose Liam, and it was terrifying. 

“It’s just too complicated, Lou. You wanna know why it is so hard to say it? Because I know he’s keeping things from me too. There’s so many words we’re not saying. I mean, I’m sure he has noticed by now, why won’t he say anything? He could just, I don’t know, reject me outright, but no. He just… He just won’t. He’s too kind.” Zayn thought out loud, not moving from his place.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, just fucking tell him!” Louis groaned, throwing the apple at Zayn’s head.

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That same night Zayn’s will broke and he called Liam. No, not to ‘tell him’ Like Louis said. Just to see him, because he missed him like crazy, because Liam was like a battery plugged directly into his life, always giving him energy when he felt depleted. Just a smile from Liam was enough to make him feel warm inside. Just making Liam laugh was more rewarding than anything else in the world. Just being around Liam made him feel better than anything else in the world.

After a few hours of Liam beating the fuck out of Zayn at FIFA because Zayn was too distracted and after eating pizza and ice cream, they ended up in the same place they always did. Cuddling on Zayn’s ratty couch, almost one on top of the other, sharing secrets and smiles and little touches that drove Zayn mad. These moments made the fact that he fell in love so easily with Liam make so much sense. Zayn wasn’t a touchy person, he never was. He liked keeping his personal space as free as possible and to be honest, he never really knew how to express his feelings in a physical way. Words were always more useful, words were safer.

And then Liam came.

Liam and the way he elbowed Zayn on the ribs every time he laughed like it was totally okay to do that. Liam and the hugs he gave Zayn out of the blue, just because. Liam and how perfectly he fit by Zayn’s side. Liam and the way he smelled and the warmth of his body and the strength of his hands. Zayn knew it was a lost battle from the beginning and he just let himself enjoy this closeness, even when it made everyone that knew Zayn look at them curiously. Liam’s presence was just too intoxicating, too delicious. Liam was just the exception to every one of Zayn’s rules.

It was simply natural, the way they always ended up like that. Laying on the couch, so close to one another, talking in hushed voices or simply sharing that kind of comfortable silences people don’t get to enjoy often. Zayn closed his eyes for a moment, his head on Liam’s chest. Liam’s fingers were softly running through his hair. Ever since that time two years ago when Liam told him his hair looked great when it was longer, he just stopped cutting it. He shaved the sides, yeah, just because of that one time Liam told him that looked sick. Zayn was practically purring, basking in Liam’s warmth, his fears and problems far from his mind.

At least until Liam sighed, making Zayn’s head move up and down on his chest. Zayn just smiled, sighing was something Liam did a lot and he loved the little sound. “I missed you so much” Liam whispered, and Zayn opened his eyes.

Everything came back to him in a rush, especially the reason why Liam missed him. It was Zayn that had avoided Liam for a month, terrified of slipping up. It was Zayn’s turn to sigh, moving the arm that was holding Liam to place his hand carefully on Liam’s chest. “’m sorry.” Zayn whispered back, the guilt so evident in his voice it made him cringe.

“Is everything okay? Between us, I mean. Did I do something to…?” Liam asked, and Zayn frowned, looking up at him, because no, god no, much on the contrary.

“No, Li, not at all. We’re okay, we… I…” finding the right words to pronounce any of the excuses he had rehearsed in his head was impossible.

Liam’s hand halted its movement on his hair but it stayed where it was, cradling Zayn’s head and fuck, Zayn was melting in an infuriating mix of love and fear. But Liam smiled, looking at him with those huge, earnest, gorgeous brown eyes. “You know… I never… I mean… You do know you’re important to me, right? Like, the most important person in my life right now?” Zayn’s brows furrowed even further, his heart beating so hard it was a miracle it wasn’t audible. He knew they meant a lot to each other but hearing it like that, from Liam’s mouth, in his arms, was an experience wasn’t sure he could survive. “I hate missing you like that. I… sometimes I feel my hands and your hands are like… they’re tied up, like two ships, drifting, weightless, and waves try to break that and I just… I can’t let that happen, I feel like I’d do anything to save it. Do you understand what I’m saying?” Liam grabbed Zayn’s hand from his chest, interlacing their fingers, laughing a little self-deprecating laugh that was so endearing it took all of Zayn’s energy not to kiss his lips fiercely. He just bit his own lower lip, smiling at Liam, temporarily blinded by Liam’s light to actually try to process the words he said.

“Um… what are you saying?” Zayn asked, suddenly confused because Liam’s words did make some kind of sense, he did feel something similar, but he was pretty sure their reasons for feeling that way were fundamentally different.

Liam just smiled. It wouldn’t be the first time he had to repeat himself because Zayn was too distracted by him to pay any attention to the actual words he was saying. Liam moved a little on the couch to get even closer to Zayn, the both of them on their sides, face to face, in each other’s arms. “I’m saying I need you. I’m saying you make me strong.” Liam stated, his sweet strawberry ice cream breath tickling Zayn’s lips, making him dizzy, turning his thoughts into syrup. “I’m saying… I’m saying these past few days away from you made me fear maybe I’m just being too… too much and maybe you needed space, you know, from me… But at the same time they were hell to me ‘cause when I’m not with you I’m weaker. Us being apart just made me realize how much you really mean to me and that I can’t keep just wasting time, you know? I don’t wanna wait 'til it’s gone, whatever this is, between you and me.”

Zayn had to be dreaming. He just had to be still in his bed, fantasizing about how wonderful it would be if one day Liam beat him to it and actually confessed his love, tired of waiting for Zayn to actually gather the courage to do it, helping him take that leap. There was no way Liam was saying what he seemed to be saying. No way. Things just don’t work that way. Hope and dread gripped Zayn’s heart in equal measure, threatening to rip it in half. “I don’t understand?” he basically croaked, the words barely managing to escape his constricted throat, sounding tiny and desperate.

Liam took a moment to sigh again and maybe gather his thoughts, rearrange his words, find another way of conveying his message. “I’m saying I love being close to you, you’re just so amazing, so… so beautiful, and I think I love you. I mean, I think I’m in love with you. I think being your friend is wonderful but it doesn’t feel like enough anymore and I don’t wanna lose you but I just can’t keep this a secret.” Liam explained, his face getting closer to Zayn’s, his smile replaced by a little frown that looked so out of place on his face. “I need you so much and I’m not scared of love, I’m not scared of loving you. It’s losing you that terrifies me, and I’m here saying these things because something in my heart tells me maybe… maybe you feel the same?” he asked cautiously, hopefully, looking into Zayn’s eyes, holding his hand tightly, still cradling his head like Zayn was worth the world.

Zayn’s vision went blurry with tears in a second. He held onto Liam’s hand tight, trying to process what he just heard. Trying to process the fact that Liam loved him. Liam loved him. That was a real thing that was really happening and beautiful, perfect Liam was actually saying the same words Zayn spent years hiding out of fear. Liam took that fear and he obliterated it in a second, changing Zayn’s entire reality for ever, changing his life.

“Please say something?” Liam begged, sounding concerned. “Are you okay?” Zayn barely registered Liam letting go of his hand to run his fingers over his cheeks. Oh fuck, those were tears. Zayn was actually crying. Zayn was probably letting Liam think this wasn’t okay, he was probably making Liam feel on the brink of rejection.

“Fuck…” Zayn gasped in a broken sob that somehow turned into laughter halfway. “I love you too, Li.” He finally, finally confessed, and before Liam could do anything else, he finally, finally kissed Liam’s lips.

Sylvie Curci: Humanitarian Doubles as an Athlete & AcroYogi



Growing up, Sylvie Curci was a professional gymnast and extremely competitive. All she cared about were her leotards, scrunchies, and the scoreboard. But when she severely injured her foot, it looked like her days as an athlete might be over, and she transitioned into focusing on her studies. After graduating from Emory University, she pursued two masters at NYU. She also served in Haiti and worked for the UN as well as the Red Cross. But now she’s making her way back into sports, though not in the way she expected. Now, as an acrobat–she’s found a way to work it all in, and maintain her balance in many ways. Read on to learn more about how she healed and found her way back into sports even when her future as a powerful female athlete seemed very bleak.





Injury Setbacks

At age 11, I broke my foot and two surgeries later I have some nice hardware in my foot. That injury brought my fitness career to an early end, or so I thought. From age 12, until the first day I walked into Emory for my undergraduate studies, I pretty much decided I was going to be a nerd, and that playtime was over. And that was really hard. My brother was a D1 swim captain, and though I loved having his athleticism in my life, I was also pretty jealous.





The Beginning Of Diving

My first day at Emory, I saw a huge trampoline in the gym, and said, “I have to get on it.” Unfortunately, they said, “sorry, that’s only for varsity divers.” So I went and met with the swim coach. A week later, I was on the diving team. Four years later, I was captain. I realized I didn’t have to just be a nerd or an athlete, I could be both. And still kill it.





Finding My Diving Flow

For the first time, I stopped caring about that scoreboard, and was able to just enjoy movement for what it was and for what it did for me and those around me. This was the only time I could turn off my brain from studying chemistry and public health, and just go into–what I call–my “flow.” This is when you’re supremely focused on the movements that you’re doing at that moment (to save your life, literally).







Discovering AcroYoga

I discovered AcroYoga about a year and a half ago. I’d seen it online, and I’d seen it a little bit on Instagram, but I didn’t really know anyone who did it. I thought it was mostly a West Coast thing. I found a yoga teacher in New York, who is now one of my best friends. She took me under her wing and taught me the basics. AcroYoga seems to be blowing up right about now, so I think I picked a pretty good time to get into it. Lucky me!



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All Or Nothing

I’ve always had this battle in my head of, “you’re either an athlete, or you’re not.” As injuries have come and gone, and as I’ve returned back to various sports, I’ve come to realize it’s not an either/or thing. It’s best if it’s both. Being a well-balanced human is always a great thing. Being able to talk about handstands–awesome. Being able to do handstands–also awesome.





Judge it by Your Enjoyment, Not the Scoreboard

It’s about finding that balance and realizing you don’t have to be the best at a sport. You don’t have to get that 10 across the board, you just have to learn to enjoy yourself, and enjoy it for what it is. My 70 year old father does AcroYoga with me. The way his face lights up when I fly Superman style on his feet is amazing. That’s almost more rewarding to me than any 10 I could get on a scoreboard ever again.





No True End Goals

I grew up with a structured workout plan because I was a gymnast. The plan had very clear intentions for where I was supposed to go. Right now with my fitness and movement routine, there are no true end goals other than for me to feel fit, feel happy, and be able to share it with other people.





Finding the Balance: Stretch & Strengthen

I have game plans that I follow, and I have structure. For instance, if I have a tough WOD at CrossFit, I make sure to counteract that and balance it out with a yoga session. You don’t want to strengthen without stretching, and you don’t want to stretch without strengthening. So I do both. I try to keep a well-rounded and well-balanced regimen. But I don’t necessarily plan out every workout I’m going to do, or where I am going to do it.





I always say, I love being the athlete. I love to try it all. I play to stay fit, and I stay fit to play harder.





Play Time is Simply Movement

“Play” to me is just enjoying movement–being able to try new forms of movement comfortably, and having confidence in my own body. For me, it’s gone from being highly structured, to more of a modified, go-with-the-flow feeling for my fitness.





Inspiring Others to Move and Play

My friends and I always go to Central Park on the weekend, and we do AcroYoga and different kinds of fun fitness things, such as hand balancing. My favorite part about it isn’t necessarily the friends that I’m playing with. It’s when I look around the park and I see random couples, random father daughter pairs, trying to do what we’re doing. They’re putting their kids on their feet and lifting them up in the air. They see what we’re doing, and they realize it’s very accessible.





What’s in My Gym Bag

1. Y-3 Backpack (Sold Out)  2. TriggerPoint GRID Foam Roller ($40)  3. The Body Wheel ($40)  4. Lululemon Mat Strap ($18)  5. 66 Audio Headphones ($60)  6. Freek Strength Wrist Wraps ($25)  7. WODshop Lacrosse Massage Ball ($10)  8. Valside Gliders ($30)  9. Quest Nutrition Bar ($25 per case)  10. The Natural Grip ($22)  11. BKR Glass Water Bottle, Butter ($35) 12. La Vie Boheme Yoga Mat, Marseille ($86)







That’s part of the reason AcroYoga attracts so many people. It doesn’t have to be competitive. It’s more about community and creativity.





The First Step Towards AcroYoga

What I love so much about AcroYoga is, it doesn’t require a studio, equipment, or you signing up for a class necessarily. For the introductory level moves, you can just watch and play copycat with us, and comfortably do it with a partner you trust (and love).





I think that’s one of the reasons AcroYoga speaks to so many people. It’s just very approachable and non-intimidating in a lot of ways. And who doesn’t like to workout outside? Let’s be real.





AcroYoga Is Mostly About the Community

AcroYoga is so focused on the community, because it draws in people who are really interested in building meaningful and fun relationships with other people. You can’t do AcroYoga with someone unless you trust them. Building trust builds communities.



Written by Shirley Ju



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I'm a bit sad today... could you do Romanced Companions reacting to finding Sole who hid in their old house, crying? How do they cheer Sole up?

Cait: “Ugh, where the fuck are they?” She asks herself as she looks for Sole, the water purifier had just broke again. When she passed the house that used to belong to sole, she heard something quietly coming from inside. Popping her head in, “Hey you in here?” She heard what sounded like a sob coming from down the hall. She quickly walks towards the sound to find Sole in the rom that once belong to Shaun, hunched over his crib. She notices they’re trembling. “Hey…you okay? If you need to talk I’m here, you don’t need to go through this alone.” She’s surprised when sole throws themselves at her and press their face to her chest and start to cry even harder.

Piper: Was bringing Sole their portion of the food made by Sturges for dinner. “Hey Blue, you hungry?” She stopped when she heard what sounded like crying from the baby’s room. She quietly knocked on the door, when no one said anything she opened it quietly, and saw Sole sitting in the corner, holding a teddy bear to their chest, when they looked up at her their eyes were puffy and red. “I’m going to hug you, so be prepared.” And she pulls them to her chest. “You’re going to find him, don’t worry too much. Okay?”

Curie: “(Sole’s name), I need your help with this experiment, I want to see how much flies have changed over the past 200 years…..” She sees Sole bent over at a table with their head in their hands, she sees tears falling down and hitting the table.“ Are you okay?” When sole shakes their head no, she grabs a chair and pulls it up next to them. “ What is wrong?” When Sole breaks down even more and tells her about how much they miss Shaun and their spouse. “ We will find your baby. And we will give your husband/wife a prober burial.”


Preston: “General another settlement…..” He sees Sole sprawled out on their couch, they’re face blank as they just stared at the ceiling. “Um, are you alright?” When he sees a tear drop down their cheek he frown. “ Don’t give up hope yet general, Shaun is close by and we will save him from the institute.”


Nick: A new case had just come in, and he thought Sole would want in. “ Hey, there’s a missing persons case, would you want to help out?” When he looked over at Sole, and saw them holding a plush toy and staring at it “ I don’t feel like doing anything right now.” Sole muttered, angrily wiping a tear from their eyes. “ Well that’s not like you, what’s on your mind?” Nick asked gently. “ I’m a fuck up, I can’t even find my own kid let alone someone else.” Tears started to pour down Sole’s face. “ Kid, I promise you that we are going to find Shaun and we’ll kill every last one of those bastards that took him from you.”

MacCready: So boss, how about we step out for a bit? Get some fresh air?“ When he didn’t get a response he looked over where they last were. He saw them getting up and going down the hall to their room. He heard something smash and he got up quickly to check it out. He knocked on their door and when they opened it he saw the room was a mess, the mirror was smashed, a picture of them with Nate/Nora was across the room from where it was originally. ” You okay?“ He asked nervous that he was going to be the next thing thrown. The look of anger in their eyes was quickly replaced by tears as they started to sob, ” I shouldn’t be here, Nate/Nora should be the one here looking for Shaun, they were so much stronger than I am. I should have died in that vault!“ He shook his head at them ” You’re wrong, you’re the one who’s meant to be here, other wise you wouldn’t be. Nate/Nora, died because it was supposed to be that way. You are so strong, you’ve come all this way looking for your child. And not a lot of people would be able to. Especially people from your time. Most would have given up or die. But you, you keep on going and you have to keep it up.“

Deacon: They had just brought the Institute down to the ground, Sole had left quickly and didn’t look am back when it crumbled to the ground ” I’m going home.“ Was all they said as they walked down the road. He hadn’t seen them in about a week and he stated to miss them. As he walked down the street he heard whispers of how they hadn’t left their house in a long time. He walked into the house and kicked off his shoes “Honey I’m home!” He yelled and expected a laugh. But when none came he started to worry. He walked down the hall to their room and saw them laying face down in their bed. “Hey, you alive?” He asked and heard a moan come from the pillow their face was buried in. He tapped their shoulder and when they looked at him he felt his heart breaking. Their face was red, tears running down their face. “ Hey, buddy what’s up?” He tried to keep the happiness in his voice going “ My child is dead, Deacon…” Was all they said. “What about the kid we took from the institute, he said he was your kid…” Sole shook their head “ That’s a synth, a poke at my heart if you will. One last way for my real son to get at me.” He felt anger boil up in him, at her son but also at her “ He might be a synth, but he’s still a kid too. I know it must be hard, but you should at least give him a chance.” Sole sighed” You wouldn’t really understand. I’m going to try but I don’t think I’ll ever really think of him as my actual son.“

Danse: Noticed Sole coming into Sanctuary ” How was it? Destroying the institute that is.“ Sole pushed passed him ” I’m not in the mood to talk about it.“ They pushed open the door to their house and slammed it shut behind them. Danse stood their confused for a second and then decided to go talk to them. He gently pushed open the door and saw them sitting on the couch, their head pressed to their knees. He heard sniffling. ” Knight, are you okay?“ Sole looked up angrily ” Besides the fact I just killed my son? I’m fan-fucking-tastic.“ Danse couldn’t hide the hurt on his face. ” what happened?“ When Sole explained Shaun had been the leader of the institute Danse couldn’t help but feel grief himself. He didn’t know Shaun at all. But he could relate to trying so hard to find something only to have it snatched away or be faced with disappointment with what is actually found. He hugs Sole tightly and let’s them know he isn’t going anywhere.

Hancock. Was waiting for Sole to come back to the living room, when they had been gone a good twenty minutes he went back to their room and saw they crying on their bed, “Bad trip.” He asks since the both of them had taken a get hits of jet. They shake their head “ No, I just really miss everyone. I miss Shaun, Nate, even my parents….” John sat down next to them and pulled them to his chest. “ I understand sunshine, but you got me now, and everyone else who cares about you.”


X6-88: Sole had just wiped out the Railroad. He felt some what proud of what they had done for the institute. They had even been the one to gun down their best friend, Deacon. Now he knew there was no reason to question their loyalty. But when they asked to stop at Sanctuary he was confused. “ I just really need to, okay?” He knew they should focus on getting back to Father , but he didn’t argue much. He heard them sobbing in their room. But he didn’t check on them. He knew they had to deal with the loss of their friend on their own.


Strong: he’s confused by the noises coming from Sole and their tears “ Wasting water.” He muttered to himself

Dogmeat: when he heard Sole sobbing, he jumped up on them and gave them lots of kisses to their face. He hated seeing Sole sad. He even tries to make them laugh by performing tricks. If that doesn’t work he brings them his favorite, chewed up teddy bear.

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