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lazypeachsoul · 3 years

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alone together - edward the elder

Request: submission to Rosie's 250 followers challenge ( @for-bebbanburg ). Based of the prompt: "I said I liked being half-educated; you were so much more surprised at everything when you were ignorant." - Gerald Durrell

Warnings: Nothing, the situation is a bit sad but it's mostly fluff.

Word count: 1,6k

A/N: I'm really sorry about how late I'm posting this but health has not been that good this past few days. Also, can you tell I have trouble writing fics with already established relationships? I found this gif on google so if it's yours tell me so i can give you credit! 🌼

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Looking inside the room filled with parchments and writing tools you could clearly distinguish your friend’s figure looking at one of the stories. The past few days had been difficult on the entire family and you could see the toll it had on Edward, especially since he had tried to stay strong for his mother and for what would be his kingdom.

Even when you walked inside the room he seemed to be too concentrated on the page to listen to your entrance. He was about to turn the page when your hand stopped him, forcing him to finally look at you. His face was paler than usual and the dark circles under his eyes were visible, even if his expression showed nothing but strength and a little bit of surprise at the gesture.

“How did you manage to enter? I ordered Steapa-” He turned in the direction of the door to probably reprimand the guard, but you interrupted him. “Steapa thought some company would do you good and he allowed me in.”

He took a deep breath trying to calm himself and looked at your still touching hands. It wasn’t a completely rare gesture, even if the priests and ladies of the court thought it was too bold, but that day it felt different. It felt like there was so much you wanted to say but couldn’t, like you wished you could take the pain away.

Life in Wessex had been complicated since you could remember. You were born in a time of fighting and chaos caused by the incursions of the danes, and that’s all you had known your entire life. Sometimes a sliver of calm seemed to settle on the land but everybody knew it only the calm before the storm.

Even amongst the continuous hardships you had been extremely lucky. You were the second born and only daughter to a Lord from a land close to Winchester, a lord who was a member of the witan and very close to King Alfred himself. Your privileges meant you were to be saved among the first if a raid were to occur and you would be transported to Wincester to stay with the rest of the ladies.

It was during one of those raids that you became close friends with the Aetheling Edward. Or at least as close as the scary Lady Aelswith would allow you to get to her darling boy. During the long months that it took the Wessex army to defeat the danes and return to your family the land, and during that time you seemed to find in Edward a nice companion for the scary times.

During the years you had visited Winchester several times and always felt the excitement of seeing an old friend again. The times the both of you spent together on those visits had slowly decreased, Edward being whisked away for his education as a future King and you trying to make yourself known around the city as a respectable lady in training.

But every visit included an arduous negotiation with Steapa and your lady in waiting to allow you a visit to the gardens away from the queen, the priests and every nosy person at the court where you could get up to speed with your friend. Even if the meeting took place while you were seated in different stone benches and your guardians were standing two feet away.

Somewhere along those multiple visits and secret meetings feelings arose but were quickly shut down by your father. He would love to see his daughter married to the King of Wessex but it was not a reasonable thought. Everybody knew you were not Lady Aelswith’s favourite person and she would never allow for those feelings to be acted upon, so it was better to concentrate your efforts in finding a husband whose mother didn’t dislike you that much.

And you tried, but it was easier said than done. After your third meeting with a possible suitor went wrong your father asked the Lord King to give you shelter in the court and an occupation that might help you find a suitable husband.

The Lord King, who you suspected knew all along of your feelings for his son but probably thought it would be entertaining to see how things developed. The man who had treated you with the utmost respect and who was now dead.

You felt Edwards hand enveloping your hand and gently squeezing it. If it was to get out of your reverie or just for support you didn’t care, but it felt good. Your thumb started softly caressing the back of his hand, the biggest show of affection you were allowed even if what you wanted was to wrap him in your arms.

“What are you thinking about?” You spoke looking directly at his frowned face.

“Everything, nothing.” With a deep breath he tightly shut his eyes and rubbed them with his free hand. “I spent all my life getting ready for this moment and now that it’s here I feel like I’m unprepared. The witan will be meeting soon and I know that they see me as nothing but a child who is not fit to rule Wessex. I don’t know what will be of my mother now that my father is dead. I don’t know what would be of me now that he’s not here to guide me.”

His confession made your stomach turn and a lump formed in your throat. He had probably been feeling lost since his father died but he was only now talking about it. And it made you feel useless because the most you could do was support him.

“You are the son of a king, the grandson of a king and will be the father of a king, Edward. This is what you were born to do, rule Wessex and fulfill your father’s dream of a united land.” You could feel him tense but tried to ignore it, prefering to get your thoughts out of the way first. “The witan wouldn’t dare to choose a different king when they know you are the best option. They will probably debate for days, because the Lord knows they enjoy just discussing the most trivial of topics, but the decision has been made since you commanded the troops at Beamfleot.”

He sighed deeply before unlacing your hands and letting himself fall on a chair. Running his hands through his dirty blonde curls muttering something. When asked about what he said he just smiled sadly.

"I said I liked being half-educated; you were so much more surprised at everything when you were ignorant."

You laughed, remembering the amount of times the priests had called both of you ignorant during your childhood years just for asking questions. And he was right, life seemed to become more complicated when the joyful feelings of childhood started to vanish.

“We were surprised because we were innocent, I don’t think you have ever been ignorant.” You tried to argue, memories flashing back of all the trouble he had gotten you out of just by being educated and charming. “Maybe we were just sheltered and now the roof has blown off and for once we’re on our own.”

Silence set around the room, the only noise present was your breathing and the shifting of your dress every time you moved. He seemed to be deep in thought again and this time you didn’t dare to break him out of his constant thinking. It wasn’t until he leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees that you paid attention to him again.

“Maybe we were sheltered and a little bit ignorant. Maybe our parents tried to protect us from the disaster and pain surrounding us all the time. We never heard real stories about battle or war. We never learned what it really takes to thrive as a kingdom…” He pointed at the books filled with stories of his father’s life on the shelves. “But that doesn't mean we are alone.”

He got up quickly, maybe too quickly for you to fully understand what the words really meant. In a long stride he was back in front of you looking at your eyes with an intensity that you knew only meant trouble.

“You’ve been here since I can remember. I saw you when you were not taller than two feet and I see you now that you are a beautiful lady.” He continued his speech making your face flush. “You are the closest ally I have ever had and I would like it to stay that way no matter the circumstances”

You had thought of him as more than a friend often but now that you were on the receiving end of his words it almost didn’t feel real.

“Maybe we can be alone together.” He tried to explain, offering you a hand to take.

Your mind was going faster than you could keep up. In a small amount of time you thought about it, about what it might mean for you and him, your families...you even thought about what it might mean for the kingdom. And in all that thinking you couldn’t find a single reason to say no.

You placed your hand back in his, and if before it felt different now it felt otherworldly. With a smile he raised your hand to his lips and placed a soft kiss to the back of it. You couldn’t avoid but softly hitting his cheek like you did when you were younger and you wanted him to stop being mean, because some part of you hadn’t felt this close to him since before rules were placed for your interactions.

“I would love to be alone together with you, Edward.”

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thelarriefics · 5 years

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monochromemedic · 4 years

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What are all the Fallout companions like?

depends on the game my friend there’s been a couple of fallout games, the ones i know the best are new vegas and 4 although i didn’t hang out with much of the vegas companions as I should have. I mean i’ll give you info on the ones i Know but it might be long an inaccurate gonna be kinda long

Fallout new vegas:Rex: DOG. 2. *peggle 2 gif* Cyber dog that was owned by the leader of a group called the Kings. They are just a bunch of elvis impersonators. You give him a new brain cause he’s sick. He’s like a dog but cooler.Boone: Super Duper Depressed angry seething emotionaless sniper whos so damn upset because his wife, the only thing that brought him joy after he left a part of the army was sold to slavers, ya know, as a slave and he killed her and his unborn child to save her from being a slave and lives with the guilt. He is mad. all the time. or seething. quitely.E-De: floating little robot. can’t speak but makes noises. He has backstory but it doesn’t really matter. He is a little ball.Lily: Nightkin grandma. Nightkin are like super mutants which are like big mutated humans that like to make flesh bags of things and kill because of a virus they got. But nightkin are like them but crazy cause they use stealth boys which is a thing that makes you invisible and it fucks up their head. She is nice and a grandma and thinks you are her grandson. Has a voice in her head telling her to kill but is still super grandma even though she looks like a wrestling star.Cass: she is sad because she is a trader but her trading van got burned with everything in it. she drinks alot. it’s about it.Raul: Ghoul which are people effected by radiation so much they basically turn into a zombie that is immortal as long as you don’t get fucking shot. Mexican I believe? at least spanish in some sorts. He’s a mechanic. He is nice.Arcade Gannon: Gay doctor that is sassy and actually reads books. Has a tragic past of belonging to a group of people called the Enclave who were shitty people. Doesn’t like to bring it up. Fallout 4: Dogmeat: a dog. That’s it he’s just a normal ass dog but a good one. Codworth: Robot butler you had before you got frozen. He is british. You can put a hat on him. He is polite and posh.Curie: imagine one of those but she was a scientist and you let her out and she wants to do science so bad she wants to become human somehow you fucking acomplish that. That’s her. She is polite and french. She doesn’t know shit and is kinda oblivous and just wants to do science.Danse: Part of the Brotherhood of Steel a group that has been in many games and in this game their dicks that wanna take technology and kinda... are racists. Danse is a good two shoes in the sense that he follows those orders to a t. You learn out later he’s a Synth, a synthetic human like a human made in a lab by tech. Everyone is afraid of synths cause the people who made them do bad things. Danse didn’t know he was one because ... complicated stuff too long to put here. He wants to end it but you can save him and tell him there’s more to life and you care about him. Danse is very robotic in tone, big beef cake and after that he tries to be less of a ignorant slut. Most of that racist shit was him trying to fit in to the only family he knew and trauma from his childhood friend turning into a mutant.Hancock: a ghoul who is a mayor of a small town where stabbing people is ok. He does alot of drugs. people wanna fuck him alot. did a drug so bad he turned into a ghoul some how. Literally named himself hancock after you know... the old dude and took his clothes cause he related.Maccready: use to live in a little cave full of children only. (long story) later grew up moved out and met the love of his live and had a kid only for the kid to get sick and his wife to die so he fucking moved to the commonwealth to find a cure for his kid. Can’t swear cause he promised his son, is a mercenary that worked with an asshole group but left cause they were dicks. He likes money. People say he s a rat alot because he is scrawny and kinda rat like. You can kiss him. voiced by Matt Mercer. Child in a man’s body at times.Deacon: works for the railroad a secret organization that liberates synths. helps them move on, get new identities and live a normal life. Secretive himself, lies a shit ton, literally spies on you in game until you meet him. has disguises but all of them has his stupid signature sunglasses. Funny guy, till you learn that he use to be a bigot as a kid and killed a person and he hated that and left the group of other bigots and wanted to start a new life with his wife and have a kid until they learned she was a synth and the group that was bigots hated synths and so they killed her and he killed them in retalliation and now he can’t look himself in the mirror or can’t get close to them for fear. Changes his face so much his face right now probably isn’t even close to what his old face was. Todd won’t let me kiss him.Preston: member of the minutemen, a group of people in old patriotic gear wanting to help people. Was one of the last ones. Super duper nice but kinda monotone. Tells me to help people so often. probably the :) emoji but if made real. just wants to do good.Cait: got sold as a kid and made her way to becoming a fighter in a combat zone you learn shes hooked on chems aka drugs and you can help her not be an addict. she is irish and swears and wants to punch everything. Rude lady. Her backstory is super dark. she goes back after she gets the money to go home to her parents that sold her and just shoots them. like damn.Strong: super mutant. wants to smash. like kill.. alot. that’s bout it.x6-88: a synth from that evil place the institute that can work with you. he’s kinda a prick. monotone and just wants whats best for the institute. doesnt’ care about anything else.Piper: reporter in a big town she wants to alert people about synths. gets into trouble. she has a sister. Nosy.Nick Valentine: old noir style detective except he is a synth that is an older prototype modal that makes him look super robotic. just wants to help. you can call him a dick and techinically it’s true. idk much about the dlc companions uh two are robots and ones and old guy and the other is gage whos a raider i kinda killed him so

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theblessed-unrest · 4 years

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27 Jan 2020

I haven’t been able to keep track of my inward thoughts, which I have been leaving behind in disjointed fragments... in Telegram notes-to-self, in to-be-revisited iPhone notes, hidden in my Instagram stories/posts. I’ve been unable to muster up enough energy to write, as these days I focus them all on writing cover letters and trying to come up with a grand plan to build up my portfolio and pursue passion projects.

I keep thinking about privilege and inequality. Earlier this week, I had my hair cut by a new hairdresser (recommended by my mother’s ‘auntie network’). She’s a single mum who speaks candidly about her divorce from her husband and how she singlehandedly raised her two boys on her own through hairdressing. One of them is currently studying in a polytechnic while the other is in his first year of university. After she divorced her (dirtbag) husband (who provided only $200 alimony per month for her to use), she had to work multiple jobs to pay rent and the expenses for the household. This resulted in her having to leave her two boys at home by themselves most of the time (given she had no family in Singapore to help her out as she was from Malaysia). She was telling me how they therefore had to grow up to be very independent, with the older one often having to take care of the younger one. She told me that when the younger brother fell sick, the older brother would end up having to feed him his medicine on time and all she could do was call to remind him to do so.

One of her customers started coughing pretty violently at one point and she told her not to save money on health supplements, which she takes everyday herself. When she said that, she reminded me of an older grandmother whom I interviewed quite a while back for a food insecurity research project, who despite her son (the head of the household) earning just a over $2000 a month (which is just $500 away from qualifying for a subsidised rental flat in Singapore), spends a whole lot on expensive nutritional supplements for her grandson, like manuka honey and fish oil. With such limited resources, it is truly a test of resource allocation, which reveals where your priorities lie, and it always warms my heart when I see people with little means selflessly choosing to love and bless their family with all that they have. She told me she wants them to study hard and find a good job so they wouldn’t have such a hard life like her.

She made me laugh with all of her un-PC opinions, saying that she will not pay for her boys’ wedding ceremonies (in mandarin she said, ”I’ve already paid for so many things! If they want to marry a girl, they must make sure they have the means first!”). She also asked me if I had a boyfriend (but not in the nosy auntie way), and praised me for not being in a relationship as of yet (how refreshing!), cautioning me against falling too quickly for a guy and not listening to voices of reason around loved ones around me -- as that was how she ended up marrying her ex-husband.

She told me how she often asked her boys to eat fish, because it would make them smarter, and how they would retort, “Mummy, why didn’t you eat fish when you were younger then?” (”Kids are so smart these days!”, she sighed -- which made me smirk because my brothers and I often talk back to our parents in this manner too.) She told me that she was no good at studying when she was younger, and felt like sleeping whenever she started reading. “For MCQs I don’t know how to answer, I would just put options 1, 2, 3, 4 for each question, then repeat again! Sometimes pass, but usually fail,’ she recounts to me while laughing. But whatever study smarts she doesn’t have, she makes up with street smarts. Her hairdressing business runs like a well-oiled machine and she handles the operation swiftly like an experienced CEO. Armed with a bluetooth speaker in ear, during the close to 5 hours I spent there (because I waited for my mum to be done too), she served 3 customers (including me and my mum) while having a customer swing by to collect the health supplements she bought on her behalf. She was a one-woman band, not missing a beat as she took turns to cutting each person’s hair (not a rushed manner even though we only showed up pretty late, close to 6pm), washing our hair, colouring, steaming, highlighting, blowdrying -- immaculate time allocation. By the time she was done with my mum and me, it was 10.30pm. And she still hasn’t had dinner. We too -- though she kept offering snacks and gave me Pokka green tea. But we had cooked dinner by our helper to return to. (She was telling us she usually only had oats and some supplements for dinner, and she usually has customers bringing her lunch, but they usually buy her fried bee hoon, which she had already eaten thrice in a row.) She also told us that because of CNY, she had to start work the next day at 8.30am.

It made me think about my privilege. That my parents are both college-educated. That I either had a helper or my mother/grandmother take care of me when I was ill. My parents were saw time off work as a right, not a privilege. Their jobs were never threatened by them having to take leave for legitimate reasons. They could help us with school work if we had any difficulty at all. My parents act as a safety net (yay many helping hands!) -- helping to pay for my brother’s wedding and loaning him money for his new house, loaning me for my university education, and sponsoring my younger brother’s overseas education, because seems to be more well-suited overseas. But the likelihood of us paying them back quickly in due time (their ‘return on investment’ so to speak) is also rather high. Unlike our hairdresser’s children, sadly, one of which is studying in a private local university (not as well-regarded) and the other who will probably follow in similar footsteps. But relatively, this is already a better outcome for her household.

Today, I just watched the new Joker movie as well, which touched on a lot of issues of inequality, bullying, mental illness and marginalisation. I watched it with my family, and my father said the movie was depressing. I guess this is a fitting response, we being part of the ‘bourgeois’ and all. But all one has to do is to compare Arthur Fleck and Bruce Wayne, and how the main difference (if Thomas Wayne is truly the father of them both) is the legitimacy of their birth, to see how different life turns out for them both because of privilege. Both are regarded as vigilantes, but one is considered a ‘villain’ in the conventional sense, and the other considered a ‘hero’. Not saying that I think that justifies any of the heinous deeds the Joker committed, but that privilege shapes a great part of the way we experience the world and we interact with it. Why bother upholding a social contract, when those around you perpetually exclude you from its protection most of the time?

Privilege is this. After making the comment on how heavy-hearted the movie made him feel, my father requested that to lift our moods, we watch a variety show instead. While the privileged can turn our gaze and act like the problem of inequality doesn’t concern us, it continues to be a reality to be lived and that cannot be tuned out by those without the same privileges.

#personal #writing #joker #Joaquin Phoenix #inequality #privilege #Singapore

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adorealeclightwood · 6 years

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Alec in 3x07 and 3x08.

Good evening my lovelies.

Let’s jump right into this.

[NOTE: For clarity purposes, I’ll be referring to possessed Jace as “Not-Jace”, and the real Jace as Jace. Does that make sense? I hope so.]

3x07.

Alright, so last week, we reached a climax to what some of us thought was one of the biggest “what the fuck is going to happen” moments thus far.

Clary told Alec about the wish!

Now, I know I said I wanted him to be mad, and give her the silent treatment, and blah blah blah, but guess what? After that episode, I went back to watch some things over again, remember what kind of person Alec is and... *drumroll*

I reevaluated my stance.

Of course Alec wasn’t angry, and the more I think about it, the more I realize how wrong I was to assume that he would be. She used the wish to bring back someone she loved, and he would’ve done the exact same thing if he’d been in her position. There’s been a lot of talk about Magnus specifically, but this includes more than just him, guys.

If Alec had been at that lake with anyone - Magnus, Jace, Izzy, Maryse - he would’ve done the same thing, because Alec will bend and break every rule when it comes to those that he loves.

Now, before I get into the emotional shit, I want to talk about 3x07 some more.

If you weren’t aware (which I doubt), Alec has some serious issues with internalized guilt, meaning he has a tendency to take responsibility/blame himself for things that are out of his control. (The example that comes to mind when I think of this is his conversation with Jace on the roof in 2x05.)

Naturally, when Alec found out Jace was the owl, I was worried, because I knew he’d find a way to blame himself. “I should’ve paid more attention”, “I should’ve pressed harder”, “I should’ve known he was lying about the treatment”. These are all things I’m sure went through his mind at one point, and while it’s normal to feel like you could’ve done more, or caught onto the little things, those thoughts can quickly cause someone to become self-destructive. In Alec’s case, I was concerned he’d want to punish himself more than anything, because again, this is how he functions.

That being said, the relief I felt when he didn’t do any of those things was immeasurable. He let everything sink in, hugged Clary - who I’m beginning to like more and more - and was ready to do whatever it takes to save his parabatai. (I know some of you guys have issues with that, but I said what I said).

Now, onto another pressing matter: Malec.

I basically predicted that entire scene here, and the more I went back and rewatched it, the more content I became. While I’m still waiting for them to have that special talk and iron things out, I’m happy they were able to squash it for the time being. Here’s why.

You guys are never going to believe this, but...when you get into a fight, or have a disagreement with someone you love, life doesn’t come to a halt. Shit doesn’t suddenly cease to hit the fan because you’re having a lovers quarrel. When we see a couple like Malec, we don’t want them to have issues. We don’t want them to argue, or raise their voices, or feel pain, or be insecure, and when they do, we want everyone and everything to shut up and sit down until they can work things out. Unfortunately, life doesn’t work that way, and you should be glad they don’t. (Can you imagine how boring that would be?)

When you analyze things objectively - like I try to do here - you have to look at the big picture, and it isn’t always pretty. It’s the same way in real life. There are going to be days when your boyfriend makes you so mad, you want to break his kneecaps, but you can’t do that, because you have to hang up the phone and get back to work. You can’t afford to take a minute to breathe. There are going to be times where your wife makes a comment out of anger, and it’s going to echo in the back of your head for a week, but your in-laws are in town, and you don’t want them to see you guys fighting. I could come up with scenarios for days, but my point is, life gets in the way sometimes. Whether it’s work, school, kids, family, or something else, you won’t always be able to sit down and take care of things the way you want, when you want. That goes for everyone, including Malec.

They apologized to one another, and put the entire thing on pause for now. Is it a perfect solution? No. Is it permanent? No. Was it suitable given their current predicament? Yes.

Magnus Bane isn’t petty enough to continue fighting with the man he loves when that man’s parabatai is being controlled by an evil bitch, and Alexander Lightwood isn’t stubborn enough to rehash that same fight when the man he loves is clearly feeling guilty about having played a small part in what’s happening to his parabatai. No one’s pointing any fingers, no one’s bitter, and no one’s adding insult to injury.

Moving on.

Alec, Clary, and Izzy head to Alicante, and two seconds after the Inquisitor learns Jace has been “compromised”, she wanted to know how it happened.

Honestly, I had the urge to tell her to stop being so damn nosy and help them help her grandson, but I digress.

Alec comes through with a quick save, because when in doubt, deny knowing anything and get to the point. In this case, it doesn’t matter what they say, because Imogen is ready to put out a kill order (since that worked out so well when Aldertree did it). Alec is clearly not having that - he’d rather catch Jace like a Pokemon and fix him afterwards, which is totally reasonable, because when has Alec ever been content with anything bad happening to Jace?

Then, we got to see him be a great distraction while Imogen took Izzy and Clary to the armory. Homeboy didn’t stutter or freeze up once. Are you proud? I’m proud.

I was nervous when we got to the scene in the graveyard, because I was under the impression it’d be a lot harder to trap Jace, but thankfully, there was no fight, so I stopped sweating.

Anddd, then they got back to the loft, Not-Jace was talking shit, but it didn’t matter, because at least he was trapped in the configuration and not out ruining lives, right? Right.

3x08.

OKAY. IF YOU HAVEN’T GRABBED A SNACK OR A DRINK BY NOW, GO DO THAT.

This episode. This fucking episode.

If you read my review, you know I was in my feelings about 98% of the time.

Three minutes into the episode, Not-Jace is talking shit again, and Alec is neither fazed nor impressed. The person staring back at him may look and sound like Jace, but he knows it isn’t.

Case in point: “You are not our brother, and don’t get too comfortable, because we’re gonna bring him back.”

Word.

Not-Jace proceeds to talk more shit, but Magnus pops in and confirms what we already know, because Magnus is a smart bean who knows better than to listen to the ramblings of a boy possessed by the queen of Edom. He’s only saying those things to get under their skin - pay him no mind.

Then, a bomb drops.

“I just prefer not to coddle your latest soldier boyfriend.”

HOLD THE FUCKING PHONE.

Magnus glances at Alec, and Alec narrows his eyes in suspicion. Why?

He never told Jace about the box, or anything having to do with his relationship with Magnus this season.

As soon as he walked out in the middle of breakfast back in 3x06, who did he go to? Izzy, because she’s the one he talks to about things like that, not Jace. Never Jace, because they don’t talk about those things. (The only time I can remember them discussing relationships was in 1x12 when Jace was felt sick for kissing Clary and acknowledging that he wanted her after finding out they were “siblings”, and again in 2x10 when Alec asked if Jace was going to tell her that they weren’t. Aside from that, they usually avoid the subject.)

A few minutes later, the group moves to another room to come up with a plan, and as soon as they get one, Alec makes sure to let everyone know that Jace’s possession has to stay between them, because if word gets out that a Shadowhunter’s been possessed by a greater demon, they’re going to want to know how and why, like Imogen. Clary’s covering their asses, so the least he can do is cover hers. This is loyalty. This is the man we stan.

This, ladies and gentlemen, is the friendship we deserve.

Side note: Matthew was moving his hand while he said that line, and it reminded me of all those times Dom pointed out how much he talks with them. I thought it was cute.

CUT TO THE BALCONY SCENE.

Magnus pulls Alec aside to tell him how they can save Jace, and before he can even finish, Alec says he’s in, because why wouldn’t he be? This is Jace we’re talking about, keep up. He’d never hesitate to save him. Magnus then proceeds to explain how serious this is, and what the stakes are, but it doesn’t change anything. This is something Alec feels he needs to do, and Magnus understands, because he knows how much Jace means to him.

This is important.

When Alec says “without him, I’m nothing”, he’s not disregarding his feelings for Magnus, or somehow insinuating that he loves Jace more. As viewers, it’s easy to forget that our perception is different than that of the characters. Despite the events of this season, and previous seasons, Alec still perceives Jace as his parabatai. A piece of his soul. Saying he’s nothing without Jace isn’t taking away from his self-worth in any way, nor is it demeaning his relationship with Magnus. This is simply Alec stating how he’d feel if he were to lose Jace for good. News flash: he’s allowed to do that. Magnus knows this, and that’s why he doesn’t get upset, or take offense to it. He can see that Alec’s mind is made up, and he’s all in, on one condition: Alec isn’t going in alone.

I loved this scene because it was so...I don’t even know how to describe it, and there’s a thesaurus less than two feet away from me right now. The way Matthew keeps that stern look on his face, because Alec can’t fall apart right now. Alec can’t panic, or think about the fact that he could become one of Lilith’s victims as well - the only thing Alec can do is take initiative and try to save his parabatai because that is what Alec Lightwood does. He has to do this, because if he doesn’t, and something happens to Jace, he will never forgive himself for not trying. Then, they hold hands, and it’s heartwarming because you never know how comforting a simple touch can be until you’re already touching. Magnus is already thinking ahead, and considering the possibility of losing Alec in the process of getting Jace back, and Alec takes his hands, because they can’t think like that - not now.

In the same scene, you could also say this is another way Alec is showing that he trusts Magnus with his life. If it had been any other warlock in this situation telling Alec that Lilith could easily get her hands on him, he may have taken a few seconds to reconsider, or want some time to come up with twelve backup plans just in case, but this isn’t just any warlock he’s talking to. This is Magnus Bane, the love of his life. The man who’d never let anything happen to him.

I’m swooning.

Then, we learn that when Magnus said Alec wasn’t going in alone, he wasn’t talking about going with him. He meant he’d be sending Izzy along for the ride. As expected, he doesn’t want his baby sister in danger, but then, she’s kind enough to remind him of the not-so-light coma he slipped into the last time he tried to save Jace alone. Jace was the only person who was able to bring him back from the brink, but they don’t have him to fall back on this time, and he can’t argue with that logic. Again, shout out to Matthew for the facial expressions. I need someone to turn it into a gif and write “why you bringing up old shit?” as the caption. Then he does that little eye roll/pout thing he always does and I just, ugh. I’m in love.

Fast forward.

They approach Jace to get this shit going, and Alec has no time for any nonsense. Right when they’re getting in position, you’ll notice his right hand twitching, which is something Alec does when he’s anxious. Not-Jace just can’t keep his mouth closed, and decides to antagonize Magnus. He asks who he thinks Alec would choose if it came down to him and Magnus, and Alec shuts that down immediately, for a couple of reasons (I think). One, Not-Jace is only saying that to get a rise out of Magnus, he doesn’t want to hear it anymore, and two, if it did come down to Jace or Magnus, it’d be an impossible decision. Alec could never truly choose between two people that he loves, and he can’t even fathom being in a position where he’d have to make that choice to begin with.

You also have to take into account what it would do to Alec if he were to make that kind of choice. Do you honestly believe he’d ever recover from choosing Jace over Magnus? Do you think he’d be able to live with himself after choosing Magnus over Jace? Don’t let your bias/character preference cloud your judgement - think like Alec for a minute. No matter who he chose, it would tear him apart in one way or another.

The lovely Magnus Bane steps in to remind Alec not to get too worked up, and that he needs to focus, then they get started. For a minute, it looks like they’re going to succeed but of course, of-fucking-course, Not-Jace has some magic of his own, because Lilith was planning ahead, and knew someone would try to get in his head. (I really, really, really hate her.)

Fast forward again.

Not-Jace is chained up like a criminal, and Alec looks like he’s ready to wrap those same chains around his neck. Fortunately, Magnus comes in, and they’re ready to start.

There’s some magical lighting, glowing runes, and very creepy eyes rolling into the backs of heads, and the flashbacks start.

We see young Alec and Jace before Alec blinks, and snaps back into reality with Izzy. Again, this is why it’s important to be objective and think like a character. No matter what’s happened, Jace is still Alec’s parabatai, and he’s always going to love him.

They hear some noise, and walk around a corner to see younger versions of themselves play fighting. Alec smiles at the memory, and it’s sad, because things were so much simpler back then; back when sneaking down to train while their parents were out on mission was something they did for fun. Now, they’ve got demons coming back and possessing people and shit.

After the younger Alec and Izzy disappear, Alec puts two and two together - like the smart cookie he is - and comes to the conclusion that Lilith has been torturing Jace by taking away everything he loves. Let me say that again so you guys can hear me.

Lilith has been torturing Jace by taking away everything he loves.

He looks away for less than a second, and when he turns around again, Izzy is gone.

Alec can’t seem to catch a break.

Fast forward.

Alec is still looking for Izzy, and finds Clary instead. Well, more like dozens of dead Clary’s, because Jace has been trapped in his own mind, killing her over and over again, just like he did in his nightmares. He’s looking around at all the bodies like “what in the fuck did I just walk into”, then he hears someone crying, and looks up.

IT’S JACE!

The real Jace, and he confirms what I’ve known all along. He’s a prisoner in his own mind, and Lilith has been fucking with him since day one.

Alec is treading carefully (which is a good move, since Jace is visibly upset and still holding a knife), and this goddamn scene was perfect.

The way his voice gets all soft when he’s convincing Jace that he’s real, and he knows Jace won’t kill him. The way he wrapped his arms around Jace.

“I’ve got you.”

THAT’S GREAT BUT, WHO HAS ME? WHO’S GOING TO HOLD ME WHILE I CRY OVER MY KEYBOARD, ALEC? W H O?

They hold each other for a bit, and when they pull away, all the dead bodies are gone, and it’s clear that Alec’s presence is working. Izzy comes in with mini-Jace, who also vanishes, and my dumbass thinks “YES! The gang’s all here! We can go home now! It’s a wrap!”.

Narrator: You know damn well...

Fast forward.

As lovely as this little reunion has been, Alec hears Magnus calling out to him, and it’s time to get the fuck out of there. One teensy, weensy problem though.

Jace doesn’t want to go, because he knows Lilith is coming for him.

This is where Alec gives us another example of exactly how his relationship with Jace works.

Now, I’m a huge softie when it comes to my friends, so if my best friend was crying hysterically, then picked up a knife and placed it in my hands before asking me to kill them, I’d probably have a fit. However, Alec doesn’t do that.

He holds himself together and tells Jace no, he isn’t going to kill him. Never. He’s coming with them, and that’s that on that. So, Jace hands the knife to Izzy, and I’m not going to lie, sis had me going for a hot second, but she dropped the knife and everyone exhaled. (By everyone, I mean me and Alec).

Before they all join hands, Jace looks up at Alec and begs him not to let Lilith take me again, and he promises that he won’t.

And of course, my emotional ass gets excited once more, thinking “alright, no bullshit, they’re going home this time”, but when the magical glow fades away, who do we fucking see?

LILITH’S PUNK ASS.

The SH writers @ me:

She comes in, overdramatic as usual, and ends up leaving with Jace. Seconds later, Alec wakes up to see that he’s gone, and he’s pissed.

They were so fucking close. No, scratch that, they weren’t close at all. They had him. They had him in the literal palms of their hands, and it took all of five seconds to lose him again.

Fast forward (a little bit).

Alec starts processing what just happened, and I hate seeing how upset he is. Jace begged the both of them to kill him, and right after Alec promised he wouldn’t let Lilith take him away again, she shows up and does just that. It’s already taking a toll on him, and even though Magnus says he did all he could, it’s not enough in Alec’s eyes, because Jace is still gone.

It doesn’t matter how close he came to getting Jace back. In Alec’s eyes, he failed, and he’s going to be upset with himself until he succeeds, because that’s how he is. He knows it, Magnus knows it, and Izzy knows it.

This episode messed with my head because it just goes to show that no matter how much you love someone, no matter how hard you’re willing to fight, they can still slip through your fingers and leave you right back where you started.

I know there’s been a huge debate about the parabatai bond, and the way it only comes to light when it’s convenient for the plot, or how it’s “bullshit”, etc, but honestly? Fuck all that. If there was ever an episode involving the bond that comes close to Parabatai Lost, it’s 3x08. Alec could’ve fallen apart or gone crazy with all the shit that’s been going on, but he’s remained strong in order to keep going, because Alexander Gideon Lightwood does not crack in the face of adversity.

He perseveres.

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk, I’ll be here all week.

#Shadowhunters #SH 3x07 #Salt In The Wound #SH 3x08 #A Heart of Darkness #Alec Lightwood #Malec #Jalec #Clalec #Platonic #Character Analysis

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hey i read your tags and if youre into fics with plants theres another recent one where harry works in a plant shop and overall its very sweet and cute. you can find it on larry soulmate exchange i think its the latest or second latest one?

Ah haha yes! I’m actually terrible with plants, but I do quite enjoy them. I like to take my kids to a garden center that’s in a park that’s nearby us and that’s where I dreamed up an au about it that I submitted as a prompt for summer exchange last year and @casuallyhl wrote an amazing fic for it that I loved! I’m going to link you because it’s so lovely and everyone should check it out if they haven’t read it,

Homegrown

“It wasn’t an easy decision, if I’m honest,” Harry admits, shoulders sagging in on himself. “Moving is really difficult. My whole life was in Manchester. But Manchester didn’t want me. Leeds did.”

“Well, Leeds is happy to have you,” Louis says, giving Harry a kind smile.

Harry brightens a bit at that, undeniably pleased. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Louis replies, expression soft and lips curved.

Or, a gardening AU where Harry is new to town and the newest volunteer at the local gardening club, Louis is the attractive grandson of one of the members, and the nosy volunteers hatch a plan to get them together.

Thanks for the rec on the soulmate fic! I’ll add it to my to read list. Looks like it’s this one…

Wish You Would by anonymous

Louis’ curiosity and enthusiasm for plants came when his first tattoo appeared on his right arm. Louis remembered it like it was yesterday. He was fifteen at the time, and a flax flower appeared in the middle of his upper arm overnight. At the time Louis just yelled in excitement that a flower appeared on his arm, waking up his mum who came rushing in his bedroom.

“Boo, what’s wrong, love?”

“Mum! Look! I got a flower! It’s my soulmate, they must be, I don’t know, they must be-” Louis trailed off before being interrupted by his mother.

“They must be very kind.” His mother was examining his tattoo and smiled. “This is a flax flower, love, this flower represents kindness.”

Or a Soulmates AU where your soulmate’s personality is tattooed on your left arm. Plants are involved, miscommunication too. And maybe a bit of love.

#ask #anon #fics #fic rec

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Here are small snippets into the life of Deputy Rook, Coy-Wolf and descendant of Fenrir I’ll be adding some of the head canons in a little bit.

It is a warm summer day when the announcement comes ringing through the halls of Asgård. Ask has taken a Mate. And she is Mortal. And she is not a Wolf. And she is with Child because this was a while ago. Loki can’t exactly say that Odin is timely when it comes to announcements of the Wolf Children. When Loki locates his grandson to inform him he finds that Hati is already gone because Ask’s Mate was due to give birth on this day, also Ask was going by Ash now because modern speech made his name sound stupid. Loki was really going to get Odin back for this.

The babe is bright and makes her displeasure at no longer being safely within her mother’s belly known with yips and yaps. Loki is stunned by her fur. He had seen many a normal wolf with similar stylings of patches of color and a light underbelly. His son, grandson, and great-grandson did not have these markings they were a solid color. But the little one looked like a ridge of clouds that progressed into inky blackness of a storm before abruptly shifting into a pure snowy white. Her mother’s grey, brown, and crème markings mimicked the patterns on the baby. Her mother is Coyote and that clued Loki in as to why Odin was so late in delivering the news. The Trickster lines had merged here though he could tell she wasn’t actually of natural Trickster Blood.

“Have you thought of a name for her?” Loki ran a finger down her spine and she gave a small growl of approval.

“None of the names we picked fit her.” Ash muttered sadly and Hati looked at her fur before smiling, that wolfish smile that meant trouble.

“Rook is a wonderful name and it is fitting no?” Loki looked down at his first great-great-granddaughter and nodded.

“Smoke indeed.”

Hati adored his granddaughter, his only grandchild. Unlike his brother he was much more selective of breeding and mating. She was so tiny. He knew that she would grow, and grow, and grow, and grow but for now she was so tiny, looking more like a flea on her father’s paw than a pup. But his granddaughter was not why he was visiting this day. It was his son’s Mate, Adella that had him visiting. She was dying and he was going to make the final offer.

“I know why you’re here.” She whispered as they watched Ash play with Rook. “My answer is the same.”

“You do not wish to see her grow?”

“Oh, I do. But she needs to be strong.” Hati looked at her. “She will need the reliance of herself alone or else she’ll never stand against them.” He didn’t question her, Adella had always been strange.

“You’ll be gone in Winter.” She smiled and knelt as her daughter raced toward her.

“We’ll make it memorable then, won’t we?” She pressed a kiss into the girl’s hair and passed her to Hati when she made grabbing motions.

Hel understood Adella’s desire not to fight her mortality. The young girl had become quiet with her mother’s passing and was almost constantly in her father’s presence, that though she could protect him from Death. It made the Queen of Helheim smile. She hadn’t said anything but she had a feeling that her father, brother, and nephew were wrong about their little ball of smoke. Many of Sköll’s children showed better defense and it wasn’t until their magic developed as such that they understood. Though the magic had bled out of a few of Sköll’s bloodlines given they weren’t encouraged to wield it. Hel chuckled at her other nephew’s mourning of this. Sköll was a very superficial person. He saw a woman, he liked her, he courted her, he saw another and chased her now that he had caught the one he had previously desired. That didn’t mean he didn’t love all of his offspring. He simply didn’t want to be tied down as Hati and Ash did. He saw having a permanent mate, having a True Pack, as distraction from the Hunt. Only the strongest of his children joined the Hunt, most became Guardians or nothing at all. A yap drew Hel’s mind back to the present as she found herself with paws too big for the little body they were attached to in her lap.

“Well Pup? What do you think?” She placed a crown of flowers into her hair. Hel had picked up the habit from Freyja, that troublesome Goddess that wouldn’t leave Hel to her gloom and Mansion. Rook considered before panting a smile and licking Hel’s fingers and then nudging them with her snout. “Greedy little thing.” She ran her fingers through her fur and Rook wagged her tail happily.

Loki snuck his little Rook out into the warm sunshine. He made sure that they were protected from her father’s sight with several large trees. The five-year-old was more than ready to start taking up her mantle of Blood and Magic. She was a Trickster, by blood and half by association.

“Now pay attention little one. These flowers and plants are some of your greatest weapons and allies.” She nodded with a seriousness that not many children her age held.

“Grandpa Loki?” She hummed softly as she slowly made small figures of twigs and leaves come alive. “Why did aunt Hel take my mommy?” Loki knew that her mother’s death weighed very heavily on the pair. Ash was heartsick and could not recover while in the Mortal Realm for he could not distance himself from the pain.

“Hel needed her for the company and to keep her safe.”

“I could do that.”

“Oh no little one.” Loki ran a hand through her hair, her little ears twitched but she rubbed closer. “We need you for the Hunt.” Her magic ran into healing and defense. She would be a great Hunter.

Rook is not often visited by Thor. Thor doesn’t like to appear to be intruding on his adoptive Family on Odin’s behalf. Still he had not gotten a chance to meet the newest member of the Family since her birth and he had given his blessing of protection.

“Really protection?” Loki sneered at him but Thor tossed the little girl with wolf ears up and down while she squealed happily. “Couldn’t you be more creative O’ Protector of Man?”

“I think she’ll need someone big and strong when the time comes to scare off the unworthy. They’ll take one look at your ratty red hair or your scrawny muscles and laugh.”

“Ah! You wound me Brother!” It eased Loki somewhat that Thor was truly acting on his own and not Odin’s Will. Thor could be nosy and not understand that some matters were privet even from Family but his heart was usually in the right place.

Freyja smiled down at the little girl that was playing with her cats. She was getting much bigger. Hel huffed as another flower crown was placed on her head.

“Oh, don’t be so upset.” The War Goddess teased. “She’ll be glorious one day. Truly I feel envy of your niece.”

“Why?”

“It’s nice to have multiple people assure that yes you are powerful and beautiful. Constantly.”

At the age of thirteen Rook is old enough to care for herself, provided that she checks in with the sheriff’s department constantly.

“You have proved not only your strength and prowess in magic,” A dirty look was tossed at her Great-Great-Grandfather at this. “But that you have the drive of the Hunt. Would you serve me upon the coming time instead of Guarding the Family?” Hati asked as they knelt before her Great-Grandfather. She straightened her back and nodded.

“It would honor me to serve my Patron. I will take the Hunt.” She stares into the bright sapphire eyes of her Patriarch before looking to the eyes of her Ancestor. They are a burning red, deep a smoldering like a cooled fire, still dangerous but the believed threat is diminished. Fenrir lets out a huff and licks her, baptizing her and granting his Blessing. From this point forward, she is Pack Blood. She shifts fully into her human form and lays down between his paws.

“Here Pup.” Hel places a bone between her teeth and places her head in her lap, having borrowed Freyja’s newest batch of kittens to comfort her. Hati pulls the rib bone of Fenrir that was taken for this purpose and threads the lace into it. They all begin to chant and Rook bites down on the bone. She knows this will take until sunset. She passes out completely despite her best efforts when Hati begins to depict the Hunt, she can take no more.

Katie is unsure about Rook at first until Rook fully shifts and looks more Coy than Wolf. After that Katie knows that Coy breeds true and there’s nothing to worry about with her friend.

College is not exactly eye opening in the way that Rook was told it would always be. Thor is shuffling her into her dorm after breaking the nose and jaw of two Wolves.

“Have those beasts no manners? And the Southerners claim you savage.” He is muttering as he puttered about and tucked her in like when she was a small child. Rook chuckled softly at that. A pair of French Wolves had thought they had an easy mark in her. This just proved to her that she belonged back in Hope. Hope even run by a Wolf Pack, was at least run by proper Wolves.

Sheriff Whitehorse smiled at her when she walked in to apply. She grinned back. She was glad to be home, glad to finally be able to work for the land that had given her shelter.

#Coywolf Rook #Loosely based on Norse Mythology #Loki can still be Tom Hiddleston but he has to have red hair #Thor is forever Chris Hemsworth now

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Gisela almost jumped and screamed at the sight.

"Who are you?! What are you doing in my room, here in my bed?! What did you do to me?! Why can't I remember anything?!" She held her head due to headache.

"Don't scream, they might think that I'm doing something to you." He said.

"To a loser you shouldn't give a damn about... Yes, you already did something!" She tried to sit up but she did not succeed with her attempt.

She winced because of the pain she felt down there, tingling on her sensitive part.

He held her close and rubbed her back.

Like he's trying to calm her as she breathes in and out.

"Shh... That's it. Breathe. Tsk. Don't move so harshly, does it still hurt?" He asked.

She almost cried nodding to him.

"Can you stop breathing on my neck?! God. What a mess. So much for the freedom that I asked for." She uttered.

"We all search for freedom. Why do you look so sad? Tss, sorry, don't mind my question. I don't wanna intrude. By the way, nice place you got here. I haven't found a place yet, so I think I wanna stay here, even just for two or three weeks. You wouldn't mind, right? Since misery loves company, oh my bad, it's misery meets misery. Why do I get the feeling that we've met before?" The guy said.

"I don't even know you, you don't know me and what I'm going through! If you're gonna stay here, we have to set the boundaries and the rules." She reiterated.

"Shoot." He said.

"One, since I just bought this house and I'm struggling to survive the rest of my days on earth due to financial instability, you have to pay me rent. Two, no opening up or asking about 'too' personal details. Three, no more sexual activities with the landlady, last night was enough..." She stated.

"I think I can do number one and two, but I doubt that we both can resist number three, for we're still cuddling until now." He said and she moved away from him and covered her nudeness with the white blanket.

The man laughed a bit, which she found weirdly sexy.

When Gisela did not feel any pain anymore, she stood and wore her robe.

The man's smirking as he lit up a cigarette from the pocket of his jacket while his eyes are feasting on her features and curves.

She was about to enter the bathroom to clean herself up from the dried 'juices' stuck on her skin but she heard the doorbell rang from downstairs.

She walked downstairs and opened the door, she saw the old lady, Olivia...

"We're leaving for almost a month. I'm taking Larry to the city hospital which is really far from here, as the old man will prepare for his heart operation. We're taking our grandson with us, which means I will be leaving this beach to you. We're not locking it up unless it's night-time but... Can you look after it for us until we get back?" Old Olivia asked.

Gisela nodded.

"Yes, I'll pray for his speedy recovery. In this world, prayers are our sword for battle." She said and the old woman gave her the keys.

She went upstairs and she broke the news to the man who got her first.

"Who was that?" He was curious.

"The lady who sold me this house. Her entire family's going to tne city for almost a month. Which means, it's just you and me in this isolated island and damn life." She said.

"Which is good right, if you're in charge, we can do more public se-... S-sessions of swimming." The guy changed what he was about to say when the woman glared at him.

"You don't wanna be stuck with me in a place for a long time. No one does. I'm boring and worthless as hell." She said.

"I don't know, I find you exciting as hell. With that bod? There's no way that anyone doesn't wanna be stuck with you, I'd even probably prefer to be stuck in a manhole with you than not at all." She just rolled her eyes at his comment.

Then, she continued talking about the rules she thought just right about now.

Adding some things to it.

"As I was saying... Number four, you'll sleep on the couch downstairs and I sleep on my bed, here in my room. Don't dare to barge in here. This is not porn. Last and final rule, we don't have to know who we are." She said.

"I love the porn part but I was a bit confused on the last rule." She rolled her eyes at the hot naked guy on her bed.

"No names. We're gonna go separate ways anyway. You can call me Piggy and I can call you-...?" She said.

"Dinosaur. Don't look at me like that, isn't it obvious why based from what you just saw?" She glared at him.

"Kidding. I collect dinosaur figures back in the city. I'm a fan of Godzilla and Jurassic Park." She just nodded.

"Let's make it more exciting, if we found out each others' names, we part ways without a word. That's how pro one-night-standers do it." He said.

She shook her head smiling a little to him and entered the bathroom to shower.

Dorian followed her and she was shocked when he kissed her and lifted her to the bathtub...

Dorian opened the tap to fill it with water, he then poured soap in it and joined Gisela in a bubble bath as they do what they wanna finish doing...

They started living together.

The no sex rule was always being disobeyed by the male and the female was just letting him, like she had no choice for she also loved the relaxed feeling after the unexplainable and tiring skinship.

There was a time that when Dorian turned on the radio...

He heard his song played...

~I remember we were living like Kings and Queens

In the little tiny castle made of hopes and dreams

It was destiny

It was meant to be

We were so complete

The perfect team...

I always think about her (Aye)

Try to not overthink about her (Yeah)

I always dream about her (Uh, Uh)

Try not to dream about her (Oou)

I'm feeling so lost without her I try to come home

And it's so hard being out on my own

It breaks my heart to leave you alone

And that's all I get from you but I give my all to you

And that's all I hear from you

All dressed up nowhere to go

So I'm Dancing (Dancing)

On My Own

I've been waiting way too long (I don't want you dancing alone)

Dancing (Uh-huh)

On My Own

Play one more song (Play one more song)

Song (I'll be home)

Song But you're not coming (Yeah)

Song Song Song But you're not coming home

I told you I'll be home

I told you I'll be back (Play one more song 'til you g-...~

The song almost come to an end but Dorian turned it off when Gisela came out of the bathroom, because if Gisela, recognized his voice and knew who he was, it will be the end for them...

"Why have you turned it off? I was listening to the song... It's good..." She said.

"You know, you should re-think your taste when it comes to music." Dorian commented.

Gisela just shook her head, smiling.

They are getting to know each other more day by day but they still have not talked about why they ended up on the island...

On day, preparing brunch on the beach side, Piggy was sitting on the hammock while writing something on her notebook as Dinosaur is grilling fish for their meal.

Piggy was shocked as she heard a familiar voice alarmed.

"Ahhh!!!" Dinosaur winced in pain as he grabbed the neck of the snake who bit him and threw it on a far away bush.

He may not be showing it, but he's panicking.

Piggy ripped her skirt to get a piece of cloth and she tied a tight knot on the Dinosaur's ankle.

Piggy ran to the house and quickly came back with an alchohol, a clean knife, a roll of bandage and a cotton on her hands.

"I thought Dinosaurs are tougher than Pigs and Snakes. Then, why are you screaming like a girl? This is gonna hurt a bit but..." Piggy pierced the swollen wound.

Blurry liquid came out of his leg.

"Ahhh!!! Sh*t! Can you be more gentler as I was with you in bed?! Ouch!" He said shouting.

"Even your leg is filled with lust. It's wet and cumming. We're hopeless. You'll die in five minutes. Like me, alone, miserable and lonely." He glared at her for the comment.

"Kidding. Let the goner go, will you?" The woman said.

Dinosaur's eyes almost fell from it's sockets when Piggy put her mouth over the wound and sipped it thoroughly.

He almost drool over the sight.

Everytime her mouth is filled by the poison, she spits it out on the side.

When it was done, she cleaned the wound and replaced the cloth with a bandage.

"Where have you learned that?" The man asked.

"I was a nurse. A shitty one." She answered.

"Was. Why did you quit?" He asked.

"Can you stop being so nosy? Let the personal details go." The woman said she sat back on the hammock and continued to write on her notebook.

"What's that? I'm starting to get jealous with that notebook." He said.

She walked toward Dinosaur to ask for his opinion.

"Tell me what you think for a woman who's busy isolating and distancing herself from society?" She showed her writings to him.

"Without even reading this, I can say we're explicitly productive." The woman just glared at him for what he said.

Then, he read the book seriously.

"Writing strory scripts eh? This is good and intense but... I think it will suffice for the readers. Try to write about us next time. Is this why you quit? For the so called "Absolute Dream'?!" He overreacted his expression on the last sentence with his arm streched out high pointing at the sky.

"You talk a lot. How about you go back to the house and I'll bring the fish to you. And I thought I saw a Spiderwisp plant near our house's front yard. I'll go get some to treat the snakebite. Don't look at me like that... Unlike other things, just be thankful that it can be treated." She ordered the man.

Even if it's against his will, he just followed what she said...

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Fic Rec

I am making a list of fics that I read/re-read (and liked) this week. Mostly because I am abysmal at remembering titles and only remember them by summary (ik im stupid). So here it goes!

A Beginning by SexyAssWoman @thesexyasswoman

Harry had been in love with Louis Tomlinson since he found his poetry blog years ago. Without even knowing how the man looked like, Harry was infatuated with him. So when he gets a chance to meet Louis for the first time, Harry is set on making an impression. That is until he gets distracted by the blue eyed stranger that sits beside him.

Or, Where Harry was in love with a poet, and the stranger that sat beside him on a poetry session had eyes that looked like the sea.

**This one was short but very sweet!

Dance to the Distortion by Lis (domesticharry) @domestic-harry

Louis accidentally breaks Harry's camera lens and in order to get it fixed, they decide to participate in a romantic couples study. The only issue is that they are not actually couple. Well that and the fact they cannot stand each other.

**Enemies to Lovers- Check; Fake/Pretend Relationship - Check; Enemies who are pretending to be in a fake relationship - Double Check. This fic is pure gold. I loved the dynamics between the characters and how everything played out!!

Hearts Don't Break Around Here by sincewewereeighteen @downgoesanotherhero

"Another car has stopped at the beginning of the carpet. People are going to collapse any time soon, and Louis knows why. Harry Styles has just arrived. And Louis. Well. Louis is a grown man. He curses himself a hundred times for even letting his heart race in his chest. He knew they were bound to meet tonight. What the hell is wrong with him?"

Or: the one in which Harry's having his big movie debut and Louis sings on it's soundtrack.

**I am on a lookout for all the Actor Harry fics and this one was one of the cutest out there!!

Sail into the Sun by angelsvevo

Prince Louis Tomlinson is sick of the closet. Harry Styles is a con man with a hatred of rich people. Louis needed a way out, Harry needed a husband. It was a mutual agreement. Doesn't mean they have to like each other.

**I got to know about this one because of one of my anons, so thank you for that. The author has orphaned the fic, so it was a little hard to find. Marriage of Convenience au!!

Homegrown by casuallyhl @casuallyhl

“Well, Leeds is happy to have you,” Louis says, giving Harry a kind smile.

Harry brightens a bit at that, undeniably pleased. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Louis replies, expression soft and lips curved.

**This one was so sweet! A feel-good fic!!

The Boys of Summer by larrymylove

Harry is in love with Louis and would have given anything to be his partner for the end of term literature assignment. Louis is the only kid in the class who can get away with anything, and all he wants is the attention of the pretty boy with the curls across the room. Featuring lots of banter, pining, flirting, and Fionn as an unwilling Cupid.

**This is a short one but adorable!!

Heart on an Open Highway by afirethatcannotdie @afirethatcannotdie

AU. Harry's a popstar about to release his second album, and Louis is the Radio 1 intern who gets his heart racing.

**This is probably the 100th version of the prompt. I loved it!!

i'll be yours to keep by midnights @harryindallas (you have to be logged in to read this)

louis should've thought a lot more about who he said his fake boyfriend is, especially since he and his "significant other" kinda hate each other. most of the time.

**This was a re-read! A Hogwarts AU and being a Potterhead, it was a treat!! Enemies to Lovers + Fake/Pretend Relationship!! Need I say more?

Just a Flower Boy by Larryruinedme

Harry Styles is a clumsy, flower crown-wearing, openly gay junior with only two true friends, Niall and Zayn. Louis Tomlinson is the school's attractive, straight football captain, with a small body and a big personality. As fate will have it, Harry has a huge, unrequited, utterly hopeless crush on Louis.

Fate is thrown out the window the day that Harry and Louis find themselves partnered up for a history project. Harry starts to receive notes from a secret admirer, Louis starts to get jealous of Harry's budding friendship with senior Nick Grimshaw, Zayn and Liam develop a thing for each other, and Niall is the best mate anyone could have asked for. And suddenly, Harry's crush on Louis doesn't seem so utterly hopeless anymore.

**This one was so unbearably adorable!! I love HS AUs!!

Swallow My Words by YesIsAWorld @louandhazaf

Senior year is stressful. On top of balancing school work, family, and friends, Harry's lacrosse team is vying to win the state championship, he's not sure where he's going to college yet, and he has a secret boyfriend that no one can know about.

**This fic is very real. Harry’s teammates are homophobic assholes. Louis is Harry’s secret bf. And though Louis is supportive of Harry, he is tired of hiding their relationship. It deals with homophobia, so beware!

Small Doses (Loving You It's Explosive) by QuickedWeen

**I LOVED THIS!! ABSOLUTELY LOVED THIS!! Harry is a boxer (yes, that is a huge bonus to me).

Fool's Gold by tvshows_addict @tvshows-addict

Leaflet for Over Again Inc.

“In relationships, there are three types of people: those who are happy, those who are unhappy but accept it and deal, those who are unhappy and in denial.

Handling this last category is our job: we are professional couple breakers.

To reach our goal, we use all means necessary.”

Or the Arnacoeur AU in which Harry is scheduled to be married to Liam in 10 days and Harry’s mother hires Louis and his team to break them up.

**This has been in my reading list for a long time. Louis is hired to break up Harry’s seemingly happy engagement but nothing is what it seems when Louis gets closer to the situation. I won’t say anything else, find out yourself!!

Only Reason by letsjustsee @letsjustsee

Or, Louis is most definitely smitten with Harry from the second he sees him, but he is also most definitely not the world's foremost expert on beekeeping. He decides to roll with it anyway.

**This is another short one but oh-so adorable!!

tangled up in you by missandrogyny @missandrogyny

Harry blinks once. And blinks again. And says, his voice dangerous: “Niall, did you get me a mail-order bride?”

Because what the actual fuck. It kind of looks like Niall’s just purchased a person. For Harry.

Niall blinks back at him for a few moments, before throwing his head back and howling with laughter. Harry throws a pillow at him. Hard. “No, what the fuck, Harry.”

“A prostitute then?” Harry also doesn't want a prostitute.

“Of course not!”

“A stripper?”

“No!”

Damn, he’s running out of ideas. He settles for launching another pillow at Niall’s head. Niall bats it away easily, still laughing. “Stop!”

“What did you get me, then?!” Niall must hear the tinge of hysteria in his voice, because he’s pulling himself together, trying to stop himself from laughing.

There’s still a big grin on his face, though, when he says, “I got you a professional cuddler.”

A professional…what. “What?”

**Another re-read! This fic is gold. I have probably re-read it three times now and I love it everytime!! Also, the SMUT WAS AWESOME!!!

As Cold as a Whisper by panda_bear21

Harry did not turn around to face Louis yet and Louis’ body screamed at him to take the opportunity and run. Run until he couldn’t anymore, until his lungs collapsed out of breath and he was either safe and away or caught back in Harry’s gaze. Harry turned then, and his eyes were darker than the heavens and just as green as the haunting woods surrounding them, entrapping Louis. Focused, and clear. Louis' heart rattled in his ribcage, shaking, wanting to escape his unmoving body. Harry walked closer and Louis’ eyes stayed on him, breath leaving in a sharp exhale when Harry bent down to touch his face.

A fairy tale au where people in Louis' village are disappearing and Louis is married off to uphold a centuries long agreement.

**This is a fantasy AU. Also arranged marriage! It was so unique and mysterious if a little dark at times! The whole atmosphere of the fic was very foreboding...

pray for some sweet simplicity by delsicle @emperorstyles

Louis is the only omega to ever make it in the cut-throat world of competitive motorcycle racing—that is, he would be if anyone actually knew about his identity. Now, his sights are set towards competing in—and winning—the European Grand Prix, the biggest and most difficult race of the entire year, so he can disappear underground for good. He’s close enough, too, until an alpha sports journalist is assigned to follow Louis’s every move as he prepares for the event of his career.

Or, an AU where motorcycle racing is the biggest sport in a heavily divided world, Louis is trying to take control of his own destiny, and Harry is in for more than he bargained for.

**I probably cried tears of joy when I found this one because it was 200k+ and I was in need of a fic that I could read for a long time on a long ride and because I loved the setting of the fic. It was beautifully written. Your heart will ache for Louis...

Dunkirk AU Drabble (Alex/Louis Smut basically by @emperorstyles

**DUNKIRK SPOILERS!!!!!!!! So beware. Its porn, but porn with feelings. I actually cried a little (i’m weird, i know)

Can't Fool Me by emma1234 @lads-laddylads

“I hate frats,” Louis repeats for what feels like the millionth time.

“Yes, I’ve heard, once or twice or every day for the past three years,” Liam says. His careful tone reminds Louis of how his mom always sounds when one of his siblings is on the brink of a tantrum.

Louis glances speculatively at Liam’s frat brothers, who are still huddled together and chatting, with the exception of the one who’s looking in Louis’ direction. Maybe Louis shouldn’t rule out a tantrum. While making a scene wouldn’t actually free him from fraternity nonsense in the future, it would at least be entertaining.

AU where Louis hates fraternities and would never be into a frat boy. And one of these things is definitely not a lie.

**I read this as soon as it came out because I read fics before going to bed (who doesn’t?) Louis hates frats, Harry is a frat boy. You do the math. Also, there is a SURPRISE!!!

Happy Reading!!!

#larry fic recs #larry fics #larry fic rec #larry stylinson #larry #larry stylinson fic #larry stylinson fic rec #mine #fic #fic rec #august 2017 #hogwarts au #highschool au #frat boy harry

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2017 favourites: long

under the cut are my favourite 10k+ larry fics of 2017!! warning: most will leave you emo but very happy

Atlas At Last by @louisandthealien

Words: 83,037 Chapters: 10/10

He doesn’t know what he had been expecting out of the road trip itself besides burping contests and too much shitty gas station food with Oli and Stan, but in the brief moment before Harry ambles up his driveway, Louis idly wonders if this is about to become some sort of Gay Coming of Age story.

Maine to California in ten days. In which Zayn’s an open-shirt hippie they meet somewhere in Ohio, Liam’s the pastor’s son running away from home, and Niall’s the number they call on the bathroom wall.

It’s 1978. Harry and Louis are just trying to get to San Fran in time for the Queen concert.

note: wow i can’t believe… this is the third larry fic i ever read?? it’s so goddamn cute and retro and just… ot5 on drugs, a fave

Chasing Empty Spaces by @domestic-harry

Words: 79,027 Chapters: 10/10

The year is 1934 and Harry Styles was to inherent the largest tobacco firm in the south. His parents have picked out the “perfect” girl for him to marry and he has the privilege of receiving the highest education possible. The problem was, Harry hadn’t realized he didn’t actually want any part of that future until he met a mechanic named, Louis Tomlinson.

note: storytime: me, at 3am, watching the teen choice awards while reading this, sobbing like a fucking baby, texting my friends who are reading it with me, going to bed with tears still pouring down my cheeks. the angst will leave you emo!!! the ending will leave you in love with larry!!!

cupid's defence by rhuubarb / harbb

Words: 16,879 Chapters: 14/14

In which Harry is Cupid, Louis and Liam own a law firm, and they're all getting sued.

note: ok ok ok of course this had to be here. comedic gold, fluff makes you cry, ot4 getting into crazy fucking situations… this fic has become so iconic that if you haven’t read it you are really really really REALLY missing out.

Tell Me Now, Tell Me Now by @vanillabeanniall

Words: 54,662 Chapters: 3/3

“Ladybug!” Liam Payne was standing there with his phone out. Harry couldn’t help but smile at his best friend. Not that Liam knew it was him; to Liam, this was Ladybug, hero of Paris and untouchable icon. “I have a question that I think all the viewers here on the Ladyblog want to know: are you and Chat Noir dating?”

Harry blinked. “No,” he said quickly, “we’re just- friends. We’re partners! Teammates!”

“Of course, I should’ve known,” Liam responded, grinning behind the screen. “Ladybug’s heart belongs to Paris!”

Not exactly true. But Harry was the only one who knew just who owned Ladybug’s heart: Louis Tomlinson.

In which Harry is Ladybug, Louis is Chat Noir, together they’re the hailed ‘Heroes of Paris,’ and each is in love with the other’s alter-ego.

note: yeahhhh yeahh it’s a cartoon au but honestly this Mcfucks Me Up Every Time

Homegrown by casuallyhl

Words: 51,407 Chapters: 3/3

“Well, Leeds is happy to have you,” Louis says, giving Harry a kind smile.

Harry brightens a bit at that, undeniably pleased. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Louis replies, expression soft and lips curved.

note: Very Cute ! Harry is a BEAN :)

I'll Always Have One More Try by annewithane

Words: 34,165 Chapters: 3/3

“Well I should get to my next class…” Louis looks around at everyone else doing the same.

So Harry decides to bite the bullet. “Yeah, um, but yeah, I was just wondering if you have any interest in going out on friday?”

Besides the tiny flinch of his eyebrows he doesn’t look that fazed by the question. “None, actually,” he says, adding a small smirk before walking away.

Which is… valid.

note: inspired by the iconic film 10 things i hate about you, everything about this fic is PRETTY and LOVELY and slightly angsty but its just… so… good

Walk That Mile by purpledaisy

Words: 141,741 Chapters: 9/9

Harry stares at him, the line of his jaw standing out scarily. “I wanted to get the most out of this trip so I planned it carefully.” His voice is low and steady and somehow that’s worse than when he was yelling. “So far, you’ve put your sticky fingers on everything I’ve tried to do.”

“Sticky fingers?” Louis repeats, offended. “Are you saying it’s my fault you got stung by a bee? Had you been alone you would have gotten halfway to the Dotty Diner and ran the car off the road because of an allergic reaction, so don’t go blaming me.”

“Polk-A-Dot Drive In,” Harry spits before getting out of the car. He slams the door shut with a deafening reverb and Louis rolls his eyes.

note: smuttiest fic i’ve ever read but honestly ?? it’s sum good shit

Hands Clasped Tight by @afirethatcannotdie

Words: 44,302 Chapters: 1/1

“What am I looking at here?” Harry asks.

“This, my friends, is a ‘proof’ Instagram account, run by your students,” Liam announces.

“It’s got all this stuff about how the two of you are together,” Niall adds.

“I heard about that,” says one of the math teachers. “Confiscated a kid’s phone today when they were looking at it. I have to say, the evidence that you’re dating is pretty damning.”

“Really,” Louis says dryly. “Do you think being married for three years might have something to do with it?”

Or the one where Harry and Louis are high school teachers and their students have been playing matchmaker for over a year. Little do they know, Harry and Louis are already married.

note: only adult and already married!larry but it makes me so very happy and the way they work their relationship and care for each other makes me too emo bitch!

no homo by @larrysgemini

"you don't have a place to stay, do you?" -- louis picks up harry, a hitchhiker, and they end up living together and falling in love. no homo, though.

feat. artist harry, sassy louis, church boy niall, drag queen liam, drug dealer zayn, and prostitute danielle.

slow burn. lots of fluff, no smut. very domestic.

note: this might be some self promo but this is the thing i’m most proud of in the whole wide world.

#fic rec #larry #ls #1d #Larry Stylinson #one direction #harry styles #louis tomlinson #fanfic recommendation

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Life with you (5/?)

Pairing: Ten x Rose, AU Rating: Teen Words: 1920 Beta: lovely @doctortenny

Note: *looks shyly from around the corner* hi I'm back with this, after exactly 5 months. I'm not sure if anyone remembers this, but I'll leave it here. Bye. *hides again*

read on ao3 Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

“Mum, could you look after Ian tomorrow evening?”

“Sure, bring him over, we will play board games. Some quality time with my grandson. What plans do you have, love?”

“Not nosy at all, mum.” Rose laughed.

“Oh, shush.”

“I’m going out… it’s a date.”

“Oh! Who’s the happy guy?” Jackie asked excitedly.

Rose hesitated for a moment. “It’s James. James, is taking me out.”

“James! That’s good. He seems to be a decent bloke. He is a doctor. Is he good looking, Rose? You’ve never shown him to me.”

“Mum, please, stop it.” Rose laughed on the other side of the line. “We met again barely a few weeks ago. So, can I drop Ian around 6?”

“Sure, you can pick him up in the morning.”

“Really? I mean, I can come to collect him after the date.”

“Nah, sweetheart, there’s no need. Don’t rush and have fun.” Jackie said with a suggestive voice.

Rose was happy they were talking on the phone and mom couldn’t see her blushing face. “Yeah, thank you. See you later. Bye.”

— James told her to wear something ‘not too fancy, but elegant’, when she asked him. The black dress she chose was classic and simple, reaching down to her knee. It was her favourite one and she hoped that James was going to like it too.

Rose really was excited about the date. She loved the relationship they managed to build during the last few weeks. James was lovely. And Ian adored him with mutuality, which was important. If something more would happen from the dating thing, she wanted her son and partner to accept each other. Just thinking about it made her smile.

She was about to finish doing her hair when her phone rang. She looked at the ID and it said it was James.

“Hallo?” She said happily.

“Hi Rose,” he sounded tired, maybe a little sad? “Listen, I’m very sorry, but I won’t be able to make it to our date.”

“Oh.” Rose mumbled.

“I’m really sorry, darling. I was looking forward to it and I hoped I’ll be able to do it, that’s why I’m calling this late, but there’s no chance,” he sighed, Rose imagined him rubbing at his eyes. “That virus that Ian caught, it got even worse. And the hospital needed help, my friend called me and I really can’t leave them alone now. I’m so, so sorry.”

“No, that’s fine. I mean, I’m sad we won’t be able to go out, but they need you. I understand.” She really did. It was his work after all.

She heard some noise and caught his name being called in between. “I have to go now. I’ll call you tomorrow, if you still want to talk to me. So sorry.”

“It’s fine, James. Now, go be a hero the kids need. Talk to you later.”

“Yeah, bye.” With that he hung up.

Rose looked at her mirror reflection and sighed deeply. She made a messy bun from the hair she was carefully arranging a few minutes ago and changed into pyjamas. She went to the kitchen and prepared a cuppa deciding to spend the time relaxing. After all, her mom volunteered to babysit for the night and she still could make use out of it.

She flipped through some TV shows, but nothing caught her attention. She turned the TV off and went to the bookcase, then grabbed one of the books she’d been wanting to read from some time, but never could find a spare moment.

When, after a few hours, she was approaching the end of the book she felt her phone vibrate. She fished it out from underneath the cushions and saw James’ name on it again.

She tapped the accept button. “Hallo?”

“Hi, did I wake you?”

“Nah, I was reading. Everything fine?”

“Yeah, most of the kids went to sleep and the other doctors will handle it during the night so, they sent me home, but…” he hesitated. “I don’t really want to go home. I was wondering, can I come over?”

“Oh,” Rose smiled. “Sure.”

“Good. Give me fifteen minutes?”

“Okay, I’m waiting. Bye.”

“Bye, Rose.”

She took the leaflet that was lying on the table and used it as a bookmark, then she went to the kitchen to prepare a cup of tea for the both of them. Just when she was emerging from there she heard knocking. She left the cups in the room and went to open the door.

On the other side stood James with a plastic bag in one hand and bouquet of roses in the other. His hair was ruffled more than normally and he was visibly tired. Rose smiled at him.

“Do you mind if I come in?” He said.

“Oh, I don’t know.” She teased.

“I’ve got chips.” He lifted the plastic bag.

“Well then,” she stepped aside. “You know how to win a woman over.” Her smile got wider.

He came inside and she locked the door after him. When she turned around he stood very close to her.

“Hello,” he murmured, his eyes flicked to her lips. “Sorry, about the date.”

“Hello,” she answered her voice shaking a little from the proximity and excitement. “That’s okay, you…” she never got to finish the sentence, because he leaned in and kissed her. It was slow and full of affection. When Rose felt his tongue shyly asking to let him in, she happily obliged and opened her mouth, nearly melting on spot. He smiled and continued kissing her for a few more moments. Then he stepped away a little, but gave her three more tiny kisses.

“Hello,” he said again. “Sorry, but I had to. Was thinking about it all day,” he furrowed his brow. “Was it okay?”

“Yeah, totally.” She said breathily and tugged him down for one more, quick kiss.

They smiled at each other and then he gave her the bouquet of colourful flowers. “Oh, these are for you. Sorry about it. Was meant to give you a proper bouquet, but at this hour Tesco was the only place I could get any.” He finished sheepishly scratching the back of his head.

“Nah, that’s okay. I love them, these are beautiful.”

“Not as beautiful as my Rose.”

“Your, ehhh?” She jabbed him with her finger and smiled with her tongue.

“Well,” he blushed. “I just thought that maybe… I just… I guessed… I…” he closed his mouth and swallowed looking terrified.

“That’s okay, Doctor. I’m okay with being 'your Rose’,” it was her turn to blush now. “I’m quite happy about it.”

“Oh,” he grinned. “That’s good. Yes, good. Quite brilliant even.” He nodded his head.

They stood in the hallway for a few more moments grinning to each other.

“Shall we go to the room or are we going to stay here all night?” Rose finally asked.

“Yeah, of course! Room, room is good.”

She giggled. “There is tea waiting on the table, you can unpack the chips. I’m just going to grab a vase for these,” she nodded at the flowers. “I’ll be right back.”

When she came into the room he was sitting comfortably on her sofa, popping a chips into his mouth.

“Wanna watch Netflix?” Rose asked while putting the flowers on the side table.

“Yeah, why not?” He nodded a few times. “A comedy maybe? Something light?”

“As you wish, sir.” Rose winked and sat next to him, she stole a chip from the portion he was holding and then started preparing hers.

“Hey! That’s mine.” James said with a fake irritation, Rose just smiled innocently.

“It’s not fair, you know? I can’t take one back, because yours are swimming in vinegar,” James pulled a face. “You disgust me.” That earned him a slap on the arm and they both started giggling.

They chose a film at random, that none of them had ever seen before and continued with the eating.

When they finished, James put his arm around Rose and pulled her to his side. She laid her head on his chest and put a small kiss there, making James giggle happily. They laid like this in silence for some time watching the movie. James was playing with her hair and she was drawing circles with her finger on his chest and belly.

The movie turned out to be a crappy one and he finally remarked it. Rose laughed and agreed with him.

“I’ll just turn it off.” She said, and without looking patted the sofa behind her, not wanting to disturb the comfortable position. She finally succeeded and the TV went black. The only source of light now was coming from the street lamp on the other side of the street. Rose cuddled even closer to James and he put his arm around her.

“Are you comfy?” He asked quietly.

“Very.” She purred.

“Yeah, I was told before that I make for a good pillow.” James answered cheekily and could feel Rose smile. They returned to the comfortable silence from before.

Rose loved it. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d done that. Just lying with someone you care for, feeling safe.

After some time James spoke again. “I’m really sorry about tonight,” it was slightly muffled by her hair. “I really wanted to do this properly.”

“Stop apologising to me, James. It’s alright.”

“I had booked a table in this fancy restaurant, was going to buy you a proper bouquet, it were to be perfect…”

“James, it was perfect,” she cut in. “I don’t like the fancy restaurants. I mean, I appreciate that you wanted to take me someplace nice, but it’s so difficult. You never know how to behave there and which fork you should use.”

James chuckled at that. “Quite right.”

“And I really loved today’s evening. You bought me chips and we had a nice cuddle. I don’t really need to go somewhere, the attention is unnecessary.”

James hummed. “But you deserve it, all the attention, all the nice places, everything that could make you happy.”

“You made me happy.” Rose whispered.

“I’m very glad.” He put a small kiss on the top of her head.

The silence fell again and Rose heard James’ breath change. He was probably falling asleep, after the whole day of working he must have been exhausted. “Are you sleepy?” She asked.

“Yeah, I probably should go home. I have to go back to work in the morning.” He started standing up.

“You can stay here. We can share the bed like the last time. Or I can take Ian’s and you take mine.”

“Oh, I guess we could? I’m a little too tired for the journey home, I suppose.”

Rose lifted her head from his chest and smiled at him. “I can give you the shorts again. Do you want a towel?”

“Nah, I’ll shower in the morning.”

She stood up and started to walk away, but James caught her hand, pulled her on his lap and kissed her slowly and sweetly. “Thank you for today. I had an brilliant evening.”

“Mmm, me too,” she said playing with the hair on the back of his head. “Best date ever.” She smiled with that tongue-touched smile and then stood up again.

She gave him the clothes and they went to bed. James cuddled her immediately, so that she was the little spoon. “Goodnight, my Rose.” He mumbled sleepily and put a kiss on her neck.

“Good night, Doctor.” Rose smiled and fell asleep herself shortly after.

#ficandchips #dw au #Ten x Rose #dw fic #fic: life with you #i just hope someone remembers this #:'D #Ania tries to write

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whispersatdawn · 7 years

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Safeguard

GIF Credit to: @ygo-gx

Pairing: Yeo Wool (Jo Yoon Woo) X Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 2,615

Request: Hey! About the hwarang requests, could you write about yeo wool? So the plot could be about him, and (y/n) worrying about him being killed while sparring with the other hwarangs(anyone really). He's trying to reassure y/n everything is going to be ok. It could either be fluffy or smuty - angst really whatever is easier and more enjoyable for you to write ✌ thank u again!! - @allaboutthespn

Sutabaksu was usually loud and full of people, but today, the popular teahouse erupted with immense chatters. Because it was also a day that the Hwarangs were able to leave the Hwarang House and return home, most of the beautiful knights decided to stop by for some tea, doubling the number of customers. Unsurprisingly, women flocked and surrounded the elite males to question the gossip that spread like wildfire in the capital city of Silla. “I heard that Princess Sook Myung ordered a fight in a few days,” one gisaeng cried, distressed. “Is it true that you all will be sparring against each other?”

The Hwarang who sat across from the equally beautiful gisaeng let out a scoff as if he also could not believe it himself. He looked over next to him where sat his other elite friend who released a long sigh. “It’s true. This isn’t like any other training we’ve done so far. We could definitely lose our lives this time.”

“Oh no!” the gisaeng said, anguish in her voice. Tears began to well up in her eyes, and she let out such loud sobs that everyone else in the teahouse could hear. Though she was the one showing her sorrow in the open, for sure, everyone else was feeling the same way.

At another table, across the room, you could hear the conversations going on around, but that couldn’t stop the unpleasant thoughts in your mind that blocked out everything but one Hwarang that you were particularly worried about. You needed to see him. Anxiousness filled you. You couldn’t help but lick your slightly chapped lips as your eyes darted at the entrance door every few minutes, impatiently waiting. Why isn’t he here yet? Did something happen to him? He said we would meet at this time... Your heart felt like it would burst soon. It was not until you noticed a cup placed in front of you that you snapped out of your thoughts. Steam rose, and the scent of ginger filled your nose. You looked up to find your two closest friends looking at you with empathy. “Thank you,” you said, picking up the warm cup to take a sip.

“Ginger tea helps with nausea,” Ah Ro explained as she and Soo Yeon took a seat across from you. “I know how worried you are, (Y/N). I’m also worried about them, especially my older brother, but you should take care of yourself so that you don’t fall ill.”

Soo Yeon nodded her head in agreement. “I’m also worried about my older brother, but he’s a great fighter. I can’t help but be more worried about Ban Ryu.”

“What was the princess thinking?” you muttered. “Ah Ro, since you also stay in the Hwarang House, you must know. What’s been happening?”

“I’m not really sure. I just usually take care of the sick and injured knights. Some of them just mentioned about how their training was going to change. It became more intense recently. They even brought another group of males who are really great at martial arts to act as the Hwarangs’ servants and helpers. It’s as if they really are preparing to go to war.”

“No one’s allowed to watch the sparring, are they?” you asked your friend, quietly. Fear slowly found its way back to you.

Ah Ro shook her head. “I’ll be there as a physician in case something does go wrong. Other than Her Majesty, no one can enter.”

The three of you grew silent. Soon, you were aware of the shift of topic from the talks around you. “Yeo Wool’s here!”

Even with the uneasiness of the upcoming fight, with one glance at the stunning man who walked through the door, all of the women in the room dropped their conversation and had their attention stolen by the elegant Hwarang. No matter how many times you’ve seen Yeo Wool, you also couldn’t help but become quite speechless by his aura. Ah Ro looked at you and smiled. “I’ll take my leave now. I should probably return home and check on my older brother.”

“Me too. Hopefully, I’ll be able to run into Ban Ryu as well,” Soo Yeon said.

Both of your best friends stood up and said goodbye to you before exiting Sutabaksu together to find their own loved ones. Not sure what to do you next, you just picked up your cup of ginger tea, taking another sip of the spicy yet slightly sweet drink as you waited. Once Yeo Wool spotted you, a smile instantly appeared on his face. He read your expression and was able to see your nervousness right away. Returning after staying in the Hwarang House for a while, he realized how much he missed you. How was it that you looked prettier each time he came to see you? Yeo Wool approached your table. “I apologize for my lateness. I do hope you didn’t wait long, (Y/N).”

You watched Yeo Wool as he took a seat. A server came by to take his order, but once the server left, your Hwarang turned his attention fully to you. “You’ve been well?” he asked you with a playful smile.

“Please don’t act like nothing’s wrong right now...” you said.

Yeo Wool chuckled. “How can anything be wrong when I get to spend time with the most amazing person in Seorabol right now?”

“Yeo Wool...”

“How about it, (Y/N)? What do you say about going to Okta tonight?”

His eyes twinkled in anticipation as he took his fan and waved it up and down, cooling his face. Few strands of his long hair that even women envied flew back. You did not respond and continue to stare at him. You knew he wanted to break the tension, but you did not want the serious situation to be avoided.

“Alright then...” he replied, his eyes flickering elsewhere for a second when he found your stare and silence overwhelming. “It’s okay. Ban Ryu and Soo Ho also rejected my offer to go. Pity, but I guess we can just stay here.”

You slammed one of your palms down on the wooden table, the loud sound echoing. Customers around you whipped their head over to you to witness the action. Yeo Wool continued to sit with a calm posture, but he didn’t dare to move an inch as he sensed your seriousness. “You could lose your life...” you whispered to him. Your voice was soft, yet stern.

Yeo Wool softened. Before he met you, he had always acted nonchalant towards other people and their businesses. Though quite nosy about what was going on around him, he never genuinely cared about another’s problem. He usually just stood on the sidelines and quietly watched. As soon as you came into his life, with your vibrancy and little side of sarcasm, going up against his sharp personality but at the same time matching well with it, he found someone he could really be sincere with. You were the last person he wanted to upset.

Yeo Wool’s soft hand reached for yours, the one that you used to slam down at the table. He lifted your hand up and rubbed it smoothly, relieving the pain that you felt on your palm. “I know,” he replied, knowing that there’s nothing else he could say to really put your heart at ease.

“Isn’t there a way to prevent this from happening?” you asked.

“I’m sure if there was, it would’ve been done,” Yeo Wool admitted. “I don’t think the chief instructor wants us to spar either. The princess probably thinks that we’re not strong enough to protect the king. In a way, she’s not wrong. When it comes to protecting the Royal Family, we’ll have to put our lives on the line for them. I guess... if we can’t handle taking a life, ours will be taken.”

“It’s still not right. You all can still train hard without putting each other at risk. If the princess all of sudden have the Hwarangs kill each other, there will barely be enough to fight and defend the Royal Family later.”

You shook your head, unable to comprehend the princess’ decision. Tears began to blur your vision, but you tried your best to hold them back by blinking them away. “I’m not judging your sword skills at all, Yeo Wool, but I’ve never seen you in a fight. How can I be so sure that you’ll be fine? What if you have to go up against someone like Soo Yeon’s older brother?”

“Do not worry about me, (Y/N). I’ll be fine,” Yeo Wool promised. He squeezed your hand gently in assurance.

At the same time, the server returned with Yeo Wool’s tea, setting it in front of the flawless male. Yeo Wool softly blew the steam away and took a sip of his own ginger tea. You looked down at your own cup of tea to see your own reflection. There was no steam left as your once warm drink had cooled. You appreciated Yeo Wool’s effort to console you, but it was not enough to help your appetite. “Do you know who you’ll be going up against?” you asked, looking at him again.

Yeo Wool placed his tea back down. “Though the selection of opponents could change at any time, as of now, it’s Han Sung.”

“Han Sung...” you repeated. “Is he the grandson of Suk Hyuk Jae? The one with the half-breed brother?”

Yeo Wool nodded his head.

“Ah Ro told me about him,” you continued, “and that he has such a cute personality. Interesting how he chose to be a part of Hwarang when his grandfather is against the Silla Imperial family. I heard that he doesn’t really like to fight.”

“Han Sung used to be in another group, but for some reason, he was kicked out. He’s been staying in our room instead. I agree with Ah Ro that he is cute.”

You watched Yeo Wool’s face. He sported a dry smile, and you slowly caught onto his thoughts. “You don’t want him to get hurt, right?” you asked, heart aching. You have never met Han Sung, but maybe you were glad not to. If you had gotten used to his supposedly innocent face and personality, you too would have gotten your feelings in a tangle and sympathized for him like you did for Yeo Wool. As much you favored an occasion where no had to die, the princess already mentioned that it was a possible some could, and you desperately did not want Yeo Wool to be among that possibility.

Silence hung over the both of you. You wondered if things could have turned out differently if the king showed his face. Maybe, if he was as trustworthy and kind as you wanted to assume, he would not have left his warriors to be left in the hands of his sister. The sparring was inevitable at this point.

Once Yeo Wool regained composure, he looked at you, studying your tight brows and frown. He squeezed your hand, causing you to leave your train of thoughts and look up at him. A real smile appeared. “Let’s take a walk.”

You were not the type to display your affection in public. Your Hwarang was the opposite; Yeo Wool did not mind one bit if anyone watched or not, but since today was different, you also decided to make it an exception. Your hand intertwined with his, and he held onto it tightly as the two of you walked through the crowds in the capital. “I know you’re very worried about me, (Y/N)...” Yeo Wool said, continuing to look straight ahead. “I promise you that you don’t have to be at all.”

“I should trust you,” you replied, shaking your head to yourself. “I should trust that you’ll be able to make it through this unnecessary fight, that you can win it... but I also can’t help feeling the way I do. You’re really important to me, Yeo Wool. I hate thinking about how I can lose you because of this. What am I supposed to do?”

“Hm. For right now, it would just be great strength to me if you could stay by my side before I have to return to the Hwarang House. Can you do that?”

You simply nodded your head. “Yes, I won’t ever leave your side.”

Yeo Wool lifted his other hand to pet your hair as he chuckled. “Good.” You felt your cheeks start to heat from his touch but laughed in return. Soon enough, you reached your own house. You walked to the huge low table in front and sat down. Yeo Wool took a seat next to you. He placed an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him, and you leaned into his arms. His body was so warm, and it felt so safe. “So... why did Soo Ho and Ban Ryu reject your offer to go to Okta?” you asked.

Flustered by your sudden question, Yeo Wool’s eyes widened. Then he smiled at how you tried to change the subject. He didn’t want to talk anymore about the sparring either. He would deal it with it when the time came. Until then, he only wants to leave with good memories of you. “Just between you and me,” Yeo Wool said in a low voice, “I think more than not wanting to go with me, they didn’t want to be there with each other. Last time all of us went out to go drink with each other, Soo Ho and Ban Ryu found themselves in each other’s embrace the next morning. What a sight.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “They don’t look like weak drinkers.”

“I think among us, Ji Dwi is the best at taking alcohol. I’d say I’m next. And then probably Soo Ho, but he really did drink a lot that time. He could barely remember what had happened the next morning.”

“Why didn’t you ask Han Sung to go to with you? He seems like the person you’re closest to.”

Yeo Wool shrugged. “Han Sung had to go with his brother to their grandfather’s place right away. Maybe we’ll see him before I have to go back, and I can introduce the both of you. He’s so innocent that you can’t help but like him.”

“Is there a possibility that I’ll like him more than you?” you said, teasingly.

“Nevermind. You don’t need to meet Han Sung.”

“Why not?!?!” you exclaimed. “Now I really want to meet him.”

Yeo Wool pouted, feigning hurt. To comfort him, you wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed yourself against him in a hug. Feeling as if he was going to melt in your arms, Yeo Wool couldn’t control his face and grinned at your touch. When you looked up to gaze at him with eyes like cute doe, he took the chance to lean down quickly press his lips against yours. You smiled into the sweet kiss, accepting the small peck.

One wasn’t enough for Yeo Wool, so as soon as he pulled away, he leaned back down to give you a second kiss. Many people who didn’t know Yeo Wool always saw him as someone with a more mysterious, sensual aura. He actually had pleasant side to him. “How about this,” Yeo Wool suggested, “after my sparring assignment, when I come back successful and healthy, we can go to Okta together. I will let you see exactly how these other boys act when they have their guards down.”

“Only if you swear to return safely.”

“I can assure you that I will, (Y/N). I will protect myself. Once I do that, I can show them that I can protect our king. And that I can protect you.”

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medicatemedrmccoy · 7 years

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Beauty and the Beast - Ch. 2

Requested by: @yourtropegirl(forced =P)

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Beauty and the Beast: Star Trek AU. Leonard x Reader. 2,312 word(s). No warnings

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You followed James and Spock as they tinkered down the hallway, still trying to process this whole bizarre situation. Jim’s candlesticks being the only light as they glowed brightly in the dark hallway.

“Oh no, my horse” you say suddenly, feeling guilty for forgetting about Quinto out in the storm.

“It’s alright miss, we’ve already gotten him sheltered in our barn in the back. He’ll be perfectly safe and warm” Spock replied as he slipped inside a doorway.

“Come on, just in here” James said as he waved you over through the door. You followed them through the door and shut it softly behind you.

“Guys…” you ask quietly as you’re enveloped in the darkness of the room. No sooner did the word leave your lips, when soft light began to shine further in the room. You stared amazed at the gorgeous chandelier that had come to life, shining light on a beautiful mahogany table.

You made your way over to the table and ran your hand along the dark wood, taking in its color and detail.

“Have a seat, have a seat” James insisted “Mrs. Saldana will be out shortly with your tea.

“Indeed” Spock replied “I’ll go check on her now”. You just stared after Spock as he made his way out of the room.

You eventually took a seat at the end of the table and just stared around the room, taking everything in. You were brought out of your thoughts when you hear the door creak open and more voices wafted through the air.

“Out in this weather? My my..” the voice said as a teapot came ambling further into the light. You just stared, still trying to adjust to this bizarre situation.

“It is rude to stare” the teapot scolded

“Oh my, I’m sorry, this is just all.. all..” you couldn’t even think of a word to describe what this was.

“Strange, dear” the teapot questioned helpfully.

“For a lack of a stronger word… yes” you reply as you watch the teapot fill up a little teacup.

“Quite alright dear, it’s understandable. I’m Mrs. Saldana, and this is my grandson Anton” Mrs. Saldana added as you watched the tiny teacup hop over to you. You bend down and take the handle into your hand gently.

“Hi” the small teacup said enthusiastically “I’m Anton, who are you”

“Nice to meet you Anton, I’m Y/N” you replied with a smile, realizing you haven’t introduced yourself to anyone yet.

“That’s a very pretty name” Anton replied, giggling as you lifted him to your lips and took a sip. You sat him down on the table and he hopped around and looked up at you.

“Why thank you” you said, giving him a warm smile. This was still seriously weird, but Anton’s chipper demeanor was beginning to put you at ease. You slowly sipped on your tea taking in the massive room around you. It was a gorgeous dark blue room, lined with gold trim, and a beautiful painted ceiling. You finished your tea and sat Anton back down on the floor.

“Alright Anton, time for bed” Mrs. Saldana ordered as Anton hopped over to join her.

“Aww, do I have to” Anton whined.

“Yes Anton, bed. Off you get” Mrs. Saldana ordered “I hope you have a good rest of you evening dear”

“Thank you, and thank you for the tea, it was lovely” you replied with a small smile.

“Anytime dear, good night” she replied as she and Anton tinkered out of the doorway, just leaving you and James in the room.

“Are you ready for bed miss? I’ll show you to your room for the evening, if you’ll just follow me” James said as he hopped over towards you on the table.

“First, tell me what’s going on in this crazy place, because this..” you say as you look around the room and bring your arms up into the air “is not normal”.

James was silent for a few moments and you could see the hesitation in his features, even if he was a candlestick.

“Come on, please? I’m already here in the middle of it all. I at least deserve an explanation for being yelled at” you tried to coax the answers out of him.

James just sighed and rubbed what you assumed was the back of his head with one of his candlestick hands.

“I’m not sure it’s my place to say” he started out tentatively. You gave him a pleading look and he sighed and relented.

“It all started a few years ago, when he met a woman named Jocelyn. In the beginning it was all love and warmth and they soon had a baby girl, Joanna. Not long after the baby was born, did it all start going downhill. Jocelyn grew colder and more distant every day it seemed. No one could understand why. That is till one day, Spock and I overheard her talking to someone outside, while the master was away. She was only in it for his money and his power, this whole time. My heart sank for my friend but he deserved to know” James started to hesitate and wrung his two candlestick hands together. You leaned forward, and crossed your arms on top of the table. The movement egging James along.

“Spock and I went and told the master right away. At first he was angry with us, he thought we were making it up, understandably so. As the days went on he became painfully aware that perhaps we were telling the truth. Until one day, he caught her himself talking to the same man when she thought he was away. He immediately flew into a rage, and the arguments flared. He eventually told her to get out, to get out and never come back. Jocelyn grew livid at the thought of losing all his money and power…” James trailed off.

You hadn’t realized that you were sitting there with your mouth agape, completely enthralled by his tale.

“Then what happened” you said quietly.

“She took a knife from his bedside table and gave him the scar your saw earlier” James said quietly

“Jocelyn did that” you questioned, horrified.

“In addition to the scar, she cursed us all. She cursed him to never to be able to find love again, saying that if she couldn’t have him, that no one could. As for us, she cursed us all as well for being loyal to the master and helping to foil her plans. Then she fled while the master was in agony. She fled and she took little Joanna with her. We haven’t heard from her or been able to find her since. The master hasn’t been the same since that day” James finally finished.

“Wow, what a truly evil woman” you replied with a scowl “how could someone be that cruel? Is there not a way to lift the curse”

“The thought of money and power can do terrible things to people” James shook his head slightly and sighed. “We don’t know… we don’t know if there is a way or not. For all we know we’re stuck like this forever”

“That’s truly awful, I’m so sorry” you replied quietly. James just shook his head gently.

“It’s quite alright miss, we’ve all had the time to come to terms. Now let’s get you to your room. You must be tired” James observed as he hopped down from the table “come along, miss”

You got up slowly from the table and began to follow his flickering lights out the door and down the hall. You walked down the hallway, trying to take in the decor. The hallway way was lined with a beautiful thin rug, gorgeous paintings hung on the walls, suits of armor dotted the walls between the paintings. You walked a ways more and almost stepped on James, not noticing he stopped in front of a doorway as you continued to take in everything.

“Here we are miss, just inside now” James spoke up to you as he opened the door gently. You followed in behind him, as the lights came on softly in the room.

“Was there a place in this house that wasn’t absolutely gorgeous” you thought to yourself as you took in the soft pinks and purple highlights in the room. You wondered briefly if this was meant to be Joanna’s room, your heart gave a twinge at the thought. James shows you around the room and turns to take his leave.

“Good night, miss. Sleep well” James said with a bow “see you in the morning”

“Thank you for everything, James. See you in the morning” you reply as you sat yourself in the big bed. You pulled back the covers and crawled inside. You fell asleep rather quickly, but couldn’t help yourself as you drifted off to sleep thinking about your host and his sad predicament.

You woke up early the next morning and stretched and made your way to the window and peered outside. It was still snowing outside, although not quite as bad as the previous night.

“Doesn’t look like I’m going anywhere today either” you say quietly to yourself. You made your way to the double doors to your room and opened them just enough to peek your head outside.

“Hello… is anyone out here” you called out into the hall, sweeping the corridor. Upon seeing no one and hearing no reply, so step out of the room tentatively and pick a direction and head down the hallway. If you were going to be stuck here all day again, you were going to go exploring.

You wandered aimlessly down the hallway looking into various rooms, trying not to be too nosy, but you couldn’t help but be curious.

You were passing by yet another room, whenever something inside caught your eye. You doubled back, and creaked opened the door slightly and your eyes go wide as you swing the door further open. You walk through the door and scan your eyes quickly from floor to ceiling.

Books. Shelves and shelves of books, from the floor to the ceiling and as far back inside the room as your eyes could see. You made a happy squeal in your throat and began to race around the room looking at as many books as you could get your hands on. Before long you had a stack of books beside a chaise lounge chair by the window and were deep in a story, so deep in fact that you didn’t notice you were being watched.

The man from last night stood just inside the doorway, as not to be seen out of the corner of your eye as you read. He must have been standing there for a good ten minutes, just watching and observing as you were engrossed in your book.

He was curious about you. Usually whenever he growled at people, they fled right then and there, let alone stay the night and still be here the next day, but not you. He cleared his throat quietly.

The noise brought you out of your storybook trance, and you leapt to your feet, dropping the book to the floor with a loud thunk. Your eyes met his across the room, then drifted to the rest of his face, you were at least prepared for it this time.

The scar on his face was long and thick and a light shade of pink, standing out visibly against his otherwise darker skin tone. You were also right in your previous assessment, he did look blind in one eye, as you stared into the milky whiteness of his left eye. Your heart tightened a smidgen, thinking of the reason behind it all.

“I’m sorry, I know you told me not to go anywhere else, but I just wanted to see more, then I found this library and it’s absolutely amazing…” you sputtered out as the man had his eyes set, narrowed. As he made his way over to you, you start to back up but you’re stopped by the chair you were sitting in.

“I’m.. I’m sorry… please” you squeak out under his intense stare. He comes within a foot of your personal space, keeping the disfigured side of his face away from you. He bent over slowly and picked up the book.

“This is one of my favorites” he commented gruffly as he looked at the cover and handed the book back to you, his face still giving away no emotion.

“I, uh.. thank you, mine too” you said taken completely by surprise by his words, as you took the book back from his hand apprehensively.

“Dinner is at 7pm. If you want to eat, you eat with me, don’t be late. Make sure you clean up these books when you’re done” he ordered curtly as he turned on his heels to leave. You just stared at him in confusion as his words sank in.

“Wait, can I at least know your name” you call after him.

“Leonard” he replied quickly.

“Y/N” you called after him but he promptly exited the room without so much as a backwards glance.

“This guy really is curious” you think to yourself intrigued, wanting to know more about this complicated man. You hoped that you would get some answers at dinner, but you didn’t want to get your hopes up too high. You sat back down on the chaise lounge chair to finish your book, and tried not to think too much about it, but despite your best efforts you couldn’t help but let a small grin grace your lips.

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doof-doofblog · 4 years

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"I Know What You Did To Dennis!"

Friday 28th February 2020

Evening folks! Hope every had enjoyed their Friday and are feeling ready for the weekend! As some of you might have come to realise, I tend to start off my blog with some news or some kind of spoilers which have been released to the public over the last 24 hours, and today is just the same! Firstly, I know yesterday I mentioned that Sharon has now agreed to call her newborn son, Kayden, apparently there has now been a hidden meaning behind it. I, personally, didn't notice until I read the article myself. At first, we assume that Karen is just being her nosy self and having her own say on what her Grandson should be called, however, the name she suggested "Kayden" has a hidden meaning which means so much more to Sharon. For those of you who have watched EastEnders for a number of years, you will know that all the male figures, who have passed away, in Sharon's life have all had the same-ish name. Her (Adoptive) Dad was Den Watts, also known as "Dirty Den" .. he was murdered by his wife Chrissie. She then fell in love with her (Adoptive) Half-Brother, Dennis Rickman, who was also murdered on New Years Eve 2005. Lastly, her son, Denny, as we now know passed away last week during the boat crash. Every man she has ever loved in one way or another has had the name "Den" ... so the name "Kayden" only seems the perfect for Sharon's newborn.

Also, is Kush about to take the rap for Whitney after she killed Leo?! We know Gray is now taking on both Kush's and Whitney's case, however, it's been revealed that Gray will try to persuade Kush to plead "Guilty" in an attempt to save Whitney from going to prison. Does this mean we'll lose Kush? Or will both of them be sent to prison? I love both Kush and Whitney, and to be honest, I don't either of them to go to prison. However, has either of them been written out the soap? I believe not! So surely, Gray will be able to work his magic? Or will the jury believe Whitney or Kush about what Leo put them through?! This is another story-line which could end with a shocking ending for all involved, i'm looking forward to seeing the outcome.

Oh my what an episode it was tonight! Again full of emotion, I nearly welled up a couple of times!

Oh the look on Ben and Callum's face when they finally saw each other!!!! These #Ballum scenes are just beautiful after not being able to see them together for a while! Callum, drawing "I <3 U" on Ben's back was so touching! The little smile that was placed on Ben's face as he understood what Callum was doing, it was so sweet! That moment of happiness and being back together was slowly taken away, the moment Ben realised he couldn't hear the simple sound of a draw closing or the water running! THAT made me emotional! Just shows how much our hearing can be taken for granted, the little things that we hear are sometimes the most important ... water gushing, a door closing, birds singing, the sound of someone's voice when they tell you they love you! I can't even begin to imagine what it must be like! EastEnders are portraying Ben's hearing loss story-line so amazingly, it's left me emotional the past few episodes. It just so real! Max Bowden is making a phenomenal performance! If he doesn't win Best Actor or Best Story-line, I don't know what will! When Ben literally collapsed in a state of tears and Callum was trying to console him was utterly heart-wrenching ... will he ever regain his hearing?!

On a lighter note, Keegan and Tiffany were funny tonight! Of course you're going to rummage through dirty bin bags if a wedding ring is going to be in one of them! Ha, and of course Keegan would be starkers! They make a lovely couple, sweet and comedic! It was sweet that Keegan was trying to cheer up his wife and get her a proper wedding ring. Am I right in thinking that they didn't have one when they got married? It was either something they didn't have or maybe it just wasn't a proper one at the time, seeing as their wedding was so rushed! You guys remember?!

Oh god, Dotty has put Ian in a difficult spot! For a moment I thought Dotty was going to let it slip that it was Denny that was bullying Bobby. Is that something that Sharon still doesn't know? I'm curious as to how Sharon finds out all the information. Now Peter knows also, will he convince his Dad to come clean to his best friend? Ian can't lie to Sharon for much longer, it's killing him inside, seeing Sharon break down so much! Even when that moment when Shirley offered Sharon a glass and made a toast to her son! That was something I never thought I'd see Shirley too, console Sharon ... That was a powerful scene, these two women who have been arch enemies for so long and have basically hated each other's mouths for years, one of them consoles the other and raises a glass to her dead son, and even hugs her so tightly! Shirley's words "He was a credit to you!" must've been so hard for Sharon ... I found it an emotional scene, and yet a really strong powerful one! How often do we see these two blonde feisty women hugging each other?! What did you guys make of that moment between Sharon and Shirley? I'd love to hear your thoughts!

Part of me feels that Jean is a little lost now Daniel has sadly passed away. When Shirley was sat with her and she shrugged the fact that her cancer was gone, also talking to Stuart about organising Daniel's funeral ... I feel she's hiding the fact that she is grieving for the man she loves, even though she knew he was going to die, if only he had had that little bit longer! When Stuart told her that joke, i'm sure when she was laughing, she was disguising that she was upset ... maybe the only way for her to cope is to laugh? Maybe she wants to remember Daniel for all the jokes he made and all the laughs they shared? I'm intrigued to see how she will cope ... will we see Daniel's funeral? I hope there will be some kind of memorial for him ... and Dennis!

An emotional episode tonight that's for sure, we've had break downs and a few giggles, but there is still very much more to come next week! Thank you for reading, please let me know any theories or opinions you may have as to what might happen next week! I'd love to hear what you guys think! Have a fantastic weekend everyone! xXx

#eastenders #ben #callum #jean #sharon

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