#pickers & shouting at his defenders

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Klaus x reader

side note this was probably the best gif I could find for the episode.

Summary: This story is from the perspective of Y/n Marshall the younger sister of Hayley Marshall. Side note I love Hayley one of my favorite characters. Basically Y/n will be pregnant instead of Hayley and I will be changing some things up but then that it should stay pretty close to the series. I hope you enjoy the story! Also, if you like I have a Castiel x reader

Paring: Klaus x reader

Word count: 3,241

Warnings: Some language, Typical the Originals violence, Spoilers for season one of The Originals, Pregnancy,

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saradika

Chapter 2: House of the rising son

POV:(Y/n)

I still can’t believe that I'm here in New Orleans Pregnant with Klaus Mikaelson’s baby. Two months ago I could down a bottle of whiskey in two seconds flat and now I can expel my lunch in two seconds flat due to one of the many side effects of pregnancy. It’s hard to look at Klaus not to even mention talking. I wish he could at least have an adult conversation with me about this.

I’m looking in the fridge in annoyance because there is barely any food, well there is but not what I wanted. “N/n just because you stare doesn't mean food will magically appear.” Hayley said sarcastically walking in the kitchen. “Well, I'm magically pregnant so why can’t food be.” “If Elijah was here, he probably get all the food you wanted.” “And you too Hayley.” “Yeah, well then where is he? He made this grand promise to us.” “I don’t know Halye's, but we’ll be okay.” When I finished that sentence, we heard a car door slam outside and we both grabbed iron pickers I guess for weapons. And we headed to the main foyer and a blond woman came in almost stomping.

“Who the hell are you?” Hayley asked the woman. “Oh, you must be the maids. My bags are in the car – get them, will you?” I stepped up. “Sorry to disappoint but not the maids.” “Right. You're that werewolf girl my brother, Klaus, knocked up. I was expecting to see some kind of supernatural, miracle baby bump. Guess you're not showing yet. It's Hayley, isn't it?” She said looking at Hayley. I was a little embarrassed. I raise my hand. “Um actually that would be me, Y/n.” She looks me up and down. “Huh interesting he doesn’t usually go for your type.” Well, that feels great.

“I see You have your brother's manners.” Hayley said, stepping in front of me. “And his temper, too, so watch it. Where's Elijah?” “We don’t know he’s been gone since the night we got here he was making promises about protecting us and then gone.” I answered her question. "Elijah is not just any vampire, and he doesn't break promises. Which means Niklaus has done something dastardly and Klaus-like. Klaus! Get out here and tell me what you've done with our brother, you narcissistic, back-stabbing wanker!” Rebakah yelled out. 

“Enough with all the shouting. Little sister, I should have known. I assume the six dead vampires were you're doing?” Klaus answered entering the room. “They were very rude.” She said, sounding happy with her decision. “Trying to victimize a poor, innocent girl just trying to find her way to the Quarter. So sorry, were they friends of yours? Oh, that's right, you don't have any friends.” Ouch I feel kind of bad for him.

“I do have friends. I have Marcel. You remember him, don't you? Yes, of course you do. He fancies himself the 'King of the Quarter' now, and he has these rules about killing vampires. It'll be fun to see what sort of punishment he comes up with for you.” You can really feel the love between these siblings huh.

“I don't care about Marcel or his rules. Elijah doesn't welch on deals. What did you do to him?” “Perhaps he's on holiday... or taking a long autumn nap upstairs. Well, go on. Take a look around. You remember this house as well as I.” “I remember everything.” Rebekah said looking sad properly remembering something horrible Klaus did. And of course, being who he is he defended himself. “Well, he wasn't good enough for you.” I think I should say something. “Shouldn’t that be up to her.” All three of them looked at me yup should have stayed quiet. “Ahh the littlest wolf can speak.” Klaus said teasingly, giving me his smug stupid smile.

At least we're talking but Klaus has no idea who I am even though we did have a night of talking and more. “I'm guessing Rebakah can take care of herself since there are about six dead vampires now so why not let her.” He looked at me and I got flashbacks to when we first met. “Thank you, Y/n, because No one was ever good enough for me he made sure of that. Nik, you made sure of that. Now where is Elijah?” “A good question Hayley and I have been talking about that.”

He doesn't answer and his phone buzzes and he gets up to leave. “Where are you going?” Rebakah asked him. “It appears the night is not quite over, yet. I'm off for another drink with Marcel.” “Elijah told me about your plan to take apart Marcel's empire piece by piece. I don't remember it involving you two drinking New Orleans dry together.”

“I know you don't have many friends, Rebekah, but what some friends do when they get together is they drink. And when they drink, they tell secrets. Marcel has somehow found a way to control the entirety of witches in the Quarter, and I aim to uncover the 'how' so I might take it for myself. Finding Elijah didn't make my to-do list today.” Wow you can really feel the love between these siblings. “Oh, and welcome home, little sister.” He walked out to leave but I went after him. 

“Klaus wait.’’ He stopped in his tracks, annoyed I could tell. “What is stopping me from my important meeting?” That kind of hurt my feelings. “I just wanted to say to be careful.” He looked confused at that. “It’s just that I know Marcel has a lot of power. The witches hate him because for some reason he knows when one of them practices power so be more smart then dumb in this situation huh.” “Your concern is not needed, and I don't need it.” And he walked away, one of these days I know he probably will need it.

I walked back to the others. “What was that about?” Haley asked me. “Um nothing. What are we talking about.” “We are going to go look for what has happened to Elijah.” “Oh, okay let's go.” “Wait, you want to help.” Rebakah asked me. “Yeah of course if Hayley was missing, I wouldn't stop until I found her and I would want everyone to help.” She looks at me. “Thank you.” “No problem now, let's go.”

We walk down this spiral staircase. “The governor had lots of secret rooms. I'll show you his favorite.” Rebakah said to us when we were walking down the stairs. “You think Klaus killed him.” Hayley asked. “We can't be killed, silly girl. That doesn't stop Klaus from finding ways to torture us. He has a set of mystical silver daggers. One in the heart sends us into a deep slumber. Klaus gets his jollies from keeping us in a box, until he decides to pull the dagger out. That must be what he's done to Elijah. This one's mine.” We looked down and there was a coffin with a big M on it.

“He keeps your coffin on standby.” I stated in incredulously. “He likes to be prepared for when his family members inevitably disappoint him. Elijah's isn't here – he must've stashed him elsewhere.” Hayley and I look at each other in disbelief. “I feel sick.” I stated. “Welcome to the family, love. You should've run the second you realized Elijah was gone.” “Yeah, well, the witches have put some sort of hex on me. As long as I'm carrying this baby, I can't leave New Orleans. If I do, they kill me.”

“Well, knowing Klaus, he's planning a box for you the second you give birth to whatever's cooking in your tum. I'm leaving as soon as I find Elijah. Being daggered in a box for decades sucks, trust me. You'd best find a way to break that hex and run.” Rebakah goes to look in other rooms and Hayley and I are left to stew in this family’s drama.

The next day I was left alone in the house. Hayley told me she went for a walk to clear her head about all this and was properly more worried about Elijah then I. So here I am walking around this huge house looking for something to do and I find myself in the kitchen. I look through the fridge and the cupboards and there are enough ingredients that are not totally spoiled to bake because when I’m stressed, I bake and well I need to bake. A couple hours later I'm surrounded by cupcakes and brownies when I get a text from Hayley saying to meet her at the park which she is not supposed to be at. So, I throw down my apron and flour and rush out the door. 

Hayley is there sitting and she is holding a cup in her hands. “Hayley what are you doing out here you know we can’t be here!” “Y/n take this.” She pushes the cup in my hand. “What is this?” “Oh, just some tea… with some crushed aconite flowers.” I lifted it to my lips and then I heard her say the last part. “Wolfsbane! Are you trying to kill me!?” “No no N/n not you…” She trails off and looks at my stomach. “No Hayley no.” “Y/n if you do this we can leave and never look back and never have to deal with this crazy family again. Never have to deal with Klaus Mikaelson again.” I soak in her words and take a minute to respond.

“Klaus may be an asshole, but I've been given a chance that I never had before to have my own child and I'd rather deal with this family the rest of my life then give that up.” Hayley looks at me and brings me in for a hug. “Then I guess we better get comfortable.” “Hayley, you don’t have to stay, go live your life I'm not a kid anymore.” “I have missed enough of your life. I am here to see you become the amazing mother that we never got.” I smile at her and are about to start to cry when I hear some branches snap. Some men showed up behind us. By their scent I could tell they were vampires.

“Dumb move, coming into the Quarter. You're coming with me, wolves.” He said with disdain and disgust like he was better than us. I stepped in front of Hayley. “I have had it up to here with vampires telling me what to do.” I throw the hot cup of tea in his face, and he screams in pain we spin around to run but more show up. They go to attack but instead their hearts are being held by Rebekah. “Now, that is no way to treat a pregnant lady. I do hate bad manners.” 

It’s pretty hot outside. Well, it was hot because of the fire of the smoldering vampires that Klaus was having in the front yard. “This is why I told you never to leave the house. Werewolves are banned in the Quarter. I had a plan, and your two’s little nighttime stroll put it all in peril! Leave him!” He yelled when Rebakah was starting to walk towards the barely alive vampire.

“You've done enough, don't you think? Leaving a trail of bodies like a road map to my door?” “If I hadn't overheard this lot bragging about werewolf heads, everyone here would be screwed. And don't give me that crap about having a plan. You've had all the time in the world to execute a plan, and no one's seen you do a damn thing! Elijah made a deal to protect your child, so that it could save you from your selfish, rotten self. But you obviously don't give a damn about the child or Elijah, because what have you done to honor it?” It’s getting heated now and while talking about our kid.

“I have done everything. Let me spell it out for you, shall I? From the day I arrived, Marcel hasn't trusted me. From Day One, he's had his vampires ingest toxic vervain which, as you know, little sister, protects them from my mind control.” It’s interesting even the simple herb can deflect from the original vampires. 

He grabs the half alive vampire and starts to drag him. “And this one – I'm gonna drain him of vervain, compel him to believe his mates found religion and moved to Utah, so that he can explain to Marcel why he lost three more vampires tonight.” “Ha so you can be funny.” I said to him and gives me his devilish smirk.

“Of course, I can be, one of many great traits. Now does anyone have any more questions? No? Good, because I have a question. What were you two doing in the bloody French Quarter in the first place? Answer me!” He asks Hayley and I. “Leave them be.” Rebekah said, standing up for us. Hayley looks like she’s about to say something, but I stop her. “I was buying poison to stop… the pregnancy” Klaus starts to break stuff around him in a lot of anger. “Nik! NIK!” 

Rebekah stops him before his breaks off the door. “Stop! you are in the presence of the mother of your child! All of this bluster about not wanting the child, and then the second she tells you she's ready to get rid of it? It's okay to care. It's okay to want something. That's all Elijah was trying to do, all he's ever wanted for you. All we've ever wanted.” Klaus calms down but reeling from being confronted with his feelings and sits down on the stairs. Rebekah sits down next to him. “I gave Elijah to Marcel.” Oh shit.

“Marcel was nervous. It's bad enough one Original returned to town, but two? His crew was getting antsy. He wanted Elijah gone, so... I gave him a peace offering.” “You bartered our brother?”’ Wow. “I have a plan. Gain Marcel's trust, dismantle his empire, honor Elijah's wish that that baby be born. I am executing that plan the only way I know how. If you don't like it, there's the door. See if I care” Is that only Elijah's wish because from Klaus’s reaction to the poison he might want this kid as much as I do. 

Rebekah is sitting on the front porch when I approach her. “I know you don't know me very well... but thanks. I appreciate what you did in there.” I said thanking her. “Us girls have got to look out for each other.” “What is it with you two? You say you hate him, but the way you deal with him, it's so clear. Even when you hate him, you still love him.” “I guess when you spend a thousand years with someone, deciding to quit them is like losing a part of yourself. But sometimes the hate is just... so powerful. Emil wasn't the only boyfriend of mine that Klaus killed. He did it again, and again, and every time I found someone to care about. He just kept doing it until, finally, I stopped falling in love. He said he was protecting me from my mistakes, that no one was ever good enough for his little sister. Until one day, someone was.”

“If you know Marcel has Elijah, why don't you just get him back yourself?” “Because, if I cross my brother, there's still a coffin downstairs with my name on it.” At that I pull out the wrapped daggers. “Well now he can't. I would feel the same if Hayley ever did the same to me. I found them under your coffin. So, if a couple of antique steak knives were the only things stopping you from getting Elijah back, then here you go.” She takes them in awe and smiles, and I smile back feeling I made another connection in this family. “Also why are there so many brownies?” “Ha ha right that So I…”

I start to walk up the stairs to go to bed when I get stopped by Hayley. “N/n why did you take the blame for me.” “Look I know you're my older sister, but I will always protect you no matter what. Plus, he would have killed you.” “Yeah probably.”

The next morning, I stir awake, and I can see from my half open eyes that Klaus was checking the bottle of wolfsbane. “I didn’t take it.” “You're awake.” “I could barely sleep all night. This house is like a freaking swamp sauna.” I sit up stretching. “What stopped you? You could have been free of all of this... of me.” “Well first of all I never even thought to take it if I told it was Hayley you would have probably killed her. ‘“ “You are right.”

“Before this I never had a chance in Hell to have my own children so I may not totally like you all the time but because of you I have that now and you're not all bad … sometimes.” I finish with the same smirk he gave me last night. “Also, when I was fighting off those vampires, I – I realized I wasn't just protecting myself. Maybe it has to do with the fact that my birth parents gave us up, and my group home kicked me out. All I know is push came to shove, and... I realized I wouldn't let anyone hurt it.” He looks at with a knowing look like he could relate.

“I'm beginning to think we're a lot alike, you and I. We're both castoffs who have learned to fight when we're backed into a corner.” “Well, we're backed into a corner now. What are two messed up werewolf parents going to do.” “Ah, that we are. It's time to fight... littlest wolf.” He said putting a hand on my shoulder and my heart quickens a little and all I can do is stare at him. He stares back and we kind of start to lean to each other slowly when he backs up and stands. “Um, this whole thing with Marcel – the deal you have with the witches, trying to take him down, take what's his – Rebekah told me that you two once loved each other like family. What happened?” I said trying to move on from our little moment.

“I made Marcel everything that he is. I treated him like a son. And when my father chased me and my family from New Orleans a hundred years ago, we believed Marcel was killed – we each mourned him, in our own way. Yet, when I returned, I found not only had he survived, he had thrived. Instead of seeking us out, instead of sticking together as one, he made a choice to take everything my family had built and make it his own. Now, he is living in our home, he is sleeping in our beds. That 'M' he stamps everywhere... it's not for 'Marcel'. It's for 'Mikaelson'. I want it all back, and if I have to push him out to get it, then that's exactly what I'll do. I'll have someone see to the air conditioning.” He walks out of my room, and I'm left with a little more hope that we could work together maybe something more for our kid.

Second chapter Whoo! So excited for the future chapters and the romance that is clearly there this is going to be a little faster than my Castiel x reader. Thank you for reading! See Ya'll next chapter.

[percervall]

Ms Mar, my favourite list-maker, would love to know your thoughts about a liverpool Secret Santa exchange, since all we got for a Christmas video on best present was kinda boring lol.

who would get who, and what would they gift each other? 🤭

Okay, after messaging @curiousthyme to brainstorm we quickly discovered that this was accidentally sent on anon. oopsies 🤭 So thank you Ives for this brilliant ask!

In true teacher fashion, I used a name picker wheel to link players and then went from there. Some of them were just too good, honestly this wheel is a Liverpool girly

Putting them all under a read more because it's a long list

Lexi → Virgil - a personalised maté set, similarly to the one he gifted Ibou (whom I have seem to forgotten to include in this 😭 my poor petit)

Virgil → Alisson - a gift card for a spa day (+ a "we're sorry for fucking up so much" card signed by all our defenders)

Alisson → Wataru - a gift card for a local Japanese restaurant, for Endo to enjoy with his partner on a double date with Ali and his wife

Wataru → Pep - a new set of whiteboard markers and magnets shaped like football kit for all his tactical planning sessions

Pep → Cody - (like I said, this wheel was just being so kind to us) Pep would give him a Christmas ornament shaped like a Bossche bol (shout out to the 2 Dutchies who follow me and know what this is) to remind him of home

Cody → Lucho - seeing as Luis' partner is about to give birth to their second child, a mobile to hang over the cot. Maybe even Liverpool themed with tiny felt jerseys 🥰

Lucho → Joe - Joey would get a picture frame key chain so he can take his family with him wherever he goes

Joe → Ryan - A Scouse dictionary and an FC24 game but with Ryan's face photoshopped onto every player on the cover 🤭

Ryan → Joël - New shower curtains with Virg's face all over them to push the bromance agenda, and a friends mug

Joël → Darwin - A DVD set for friends to help him with his English and a little pin that says "chaos demon"

Darwin → Mo - A t-shirt with Darwin's cutie lil face as he says "thank you for support" + that photo in a frame. You know the one, where Darwin became Mo's bodyguard/sleep paralysis demon

Mo → Kostas - Some weights and a DVD on how to get abs + a t-shirt with a photo of Mo's abs printed on it in the meantime

Kostas → Thiago - (I told you the wheel is a Liverpool girly) Maui and Fuerte in cuddly toy form for their the new baby + a donation to Thiago's charity

Thiago → Domi - a beard care set, like one of those high end ones, and the game werewolves (iykyk)

Domi → Trent - (y'all, we were YELLING) a chain necklace "because that's what the girls like" + Hungarian schnapps/pálinka + a temporary tattoo of the CL trophy because his mum said no to the real one 🤭

Trent → Andy - (SCREAM) a BFF necklace, a Dua Lipa album, and his fave biscuits

Andy → Klopp - Andy would give Klopp the Scotsman treatment: full kilt + a set of bagpipes (bonus: Kloppo promising to wear the full get up when they win the league)

Klopp → Diogo - An annotated copy of Cruyff's book about football because Jots wants to go into coaching after his playing career

Diogo → Lexi - a personalised gaming chair with a maté holder, and a personalised game controller

This was so much fun, thanks babe!!

[ts-a-heros-choice]

A Hero’s Choice - Part Three

Welcome/Explanation

Masterpost

(The votes from Part 2 have been counted, and here are the results!)

1 – Help the Duke

2 – Help the Prince

A – Roman

B – Remus

C – Mystery Guy

D – No One

(I used a random name picker to decide who our Mystery Guy is, and I got Janus! Anxceit it is then, though due to the nature of a choose your own adventure style story, it’ll eventually be up to you guys whether or not they actually get together...)

Virgil turned back to the Duke, running over to him and dropping to his knees beside the bleeding hero. He was wearing a costume identical to that of his partner, but in green, black and silver. There was a bright green gem embedded in the chest of his costume, too, which would’ve drawn Virgil’s attention if he wasn’t so focused on the blood.

Virgil didn’t know where to put his hands – didn't want to just touch the hero without warning, that would’ve been creepy – so he just waved them in front of him frantically.

“Do you- do you need help?”

The Duke stared at him like he was stupid. “What the fuck does it look like?”

Then, he gritted his teeth and hissed as the movement seemed to further irritate his wound. His black gloves were stained red, and Virgil absentmindedly wondered if that would ever wash out.

“I... I thought you guys had healing powers!” Virgil exclaimed.

There was a loud thump and crash and a shout behind them, and Virgil quickly looked back over his shoulder, letting out a quiet sigh of relief when he saw the beast fall to the ground, having just been thrown into a wall. The Prince was still injured – lines of red slashed across his shirt, but he was still standing, and other than that he seemed to be mostly okay.

(Virgil had made the right decision. The Prince had superpowers; he could fight just fine without the help of a random civilian.)

Virgil turned back the Duke.

The superhero gave him a weird look – an undecipherable expression that made Virgil quite uncomfortable.  

“I can’t heal myself,” he finally explained. “Ro- Princey has to do it.”

Virgil nodded slowly. “So... you just have to wait ‘til he’s done fighting the beast, then you can heal each other?” He asked hopefully.

The Duke nodded. “Just gotta make sure my guts don’t fall out before then.”

That did not soothe Virgil’s nerves, and his eyes widened.

“We should... put pressure on it?” Virgil suggested, though it came out more like a question as he actually had no idea what he was doing.

The Duke rolled his – startlingly green and ominously glowing – eyes.

“I know what I’m doing,” he said. “It’s not like I haven’t been stabbed before, dumbass.”

“You’ve been stabbed before?” Virgil asked incredulously.

“Duh. I’m a hero, heroes get hurt sometimes.”

Virgil was a tad put off by the hero’s brashness – though perhaps the injury was worsening his mood. Virgil couldn’t imagine being particularly pleased if he’d been stabbed, himself.

“So, uh...” Virgil trailed off. “What can I do to help you, then?”

"Grab my weapon. If the monster gets close, whack it.”

“Bu- I don’t know how to fight!”

“Psh, it’s not that hard.”

The Duke removed one hand from over his wound, trying to reach for his silver morning-star but he winced and hissed when that just worsened his injury. He took a moment – breathing shakily through gritted teeth – before quickly grabbing his weapon, shoving it into Virgil’s hands, and returning his hand to his stomach.

Virgil’s grip on the handle of the morning-star tightened. He looked it over with wide, terrified eyes, then turned back to the Duke, who was staring at him.

Then, Virgil turned around fully – his back now to the hero – and watched the fight that was still going on between the Prince and the beast.

The beast’s colourful fur and skin seemed to be practically impenetrable to the hero’s sword, and wouldn’t stop attacking him. The only thing keeping the Prince on his feet was his enhanced strength, speed and agility, which allowed him to throw the beast whenever he could get a good enough grip on him.

Virgil had never seen a fight like this up close – monsters appeared only a couple times a month, and the rest of the time the heroes used their abilities for fighting regular crime. Usually, when a beast emerged through a portal from a place only known to the people as Elsewhere, regular citizens hid in their homes or designated safe areas, leaving the heroes to fight by themselves.

(Were the fights always this difficult? Did the heroes always get injured this badly, only to heal themselves after it was all over?)

That thought left a bitter taste in Virgil’s mouth.

The Prince got behind the beast, wrapping his arms around one of its hind legs and picking it up as easily as if it was just a small cat. He then threw it into another building, and its bones crunched as it hit the wall. It didn’t get back up, curling up as best as it could and whining like a sick dog.

The Prince took a moment to catch his breath, before he straightened up, placing his hand over the red gem on his chest. It started glowing brightly. A large, swirling portal suddenly appeared in front of him – bright red, without so much as a glimpse to whatever place was on the other side. Then, the Prince walked over to the beast, grabbing him by one of its front legs and swinging it into the portal.

The portal closed behind it, and Virgil finally let out the breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding.

“Thank fuck,” the Duke said. “Now come heal me, you dumb fuck!”

“There’s no need to be so crass, you- oh!” The Prince looked startled when, upon entering the alleyway, he spotted Virgil. “Greetings, noble citizen! I see you’ve been defending my brother, here. Your heroism shall not be forgotten!”

Virgil blinked, dropping the morning-star. “Brother?”

The Duke scoffed. “Nice going, genius. What about ‘secret identities’ do you not understand?”

“If you’re going to be so rude, you heathen, then I won’t heal you.”

Despite the threat, the Prince still walked over to the Duke, moving to crouch at his other side and looking over his brother’s stomach with a concerned expression.

“Fuck off,” the Duke said.

The Prince rolled his eyes. “Move your hands.”

Virgil wasn’t sure whether or not he was supposed to leave, but none of the heroes had told him to, so he just stayed where he was. He watched as the Prince pressed his hands to the Duke’s stomach, pushing his brother’s hands to the side. The gem on his costume began to glow again, as did his gloved hands, and Virgil stared, wide-eyed, as the Duke’s skin slowly started to knit itself back together.

The Duke’s teeth were gritted and he grunted in pain as the healing went on. He tilted his head back and stared up at the sky.

The Prince’s brow pinched together as he worked, and it took a few minutes for the healing for finish. Then, when it was done, he fell back, his own back hitting the opposite wall with a thump.

The Duke was healed – though his costume was still torn and blood-stained – but Virgil was far too focused on the Prince’s eyes fluttering closed. He passed out, and both Virgil and the Duke watched in horror as the gem popped out of his chest, turning into a necklace that hung around the Prince’s neck. His costume disappeared – turning into a regular set of pants and a shirt – and his mask disappeared, too.

For a moment, Virgil was so shocked that the Prince’s now-exposed face hadn’t registered in his mind. And then, he realised that he recognised him.

It was Roman fucking Kingsley. One of the popular kids in his high school.

Someone Virgil knew – they'd rarely spoken, more of a friend of a friend of a friend – but Virgil knew him. Virgil knew him.

…

QUESTION:

What should Virgil do?

1 – Cover his eyes and lie

2 – Don’t and tell the truth

BONUS QUESTION:

What background ship(s) would you like to see?

A – Intrulogical

B – Royality

C – Remile

D – All of the above

E – None of the above 

(Vote in the reblogs/comments, and the options that will receive the most votes will determine the fate of this story! The votes will be counted Monday morning, so vote before then and Part Four will (hopefully) be out next Friday!

For answer 1, Virgil will cover his eyes and pretend he didn’t see the Prince’s identity, whilst for answer 2 he won’t cover his eyes and he’ll be honest about seeing Roman’s face.

- @izzyfandoms)

[nat-roman0ff]

don’t cry about it, baby

don’t cry about it, baby.

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life changing news before a family picnic makes you reevaluate what “the next step” really means. wc: 2,905 warnings: 10 cents to the swear jar, crying babies, & psychic moms.

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 This was probably your worst nightmare. 

 You stare down at the third pregnancy test you’ve taken this morning and it’s positive. Fingertips shake as you throw it into the bin and curl into a ball. Your body quivers as you sob and sob and sob. It’s only a matter of time before Shawn starts banging on the door. He knew something was up for a few weeks; when you realized your period was late, when you woke up every morning throwing up, when you would fall asleep early on the couch after dinner. All signs led up to the worst possible outcome:

 You were pregnant. 

“Hey baby, we have to leave for my parent’s house in a few. Are you okay in there?” Shawn asks from the other side of the bathroom door. 

 “Yeah,” you sniff, “I’m fine. Must be food poisoning or something.” 

 “Again?” Shawn sees through the lie, “that’s the third time in the last two weeks. Are you sure you’re not sick?” 

 “I said I’m fine, Shawn!” You reply with poison in your voice.

 He doesn’t say anything, and you hear his footsteps echo away. Panic runs through your veins. How will you tell your family? His? The media? You’re both barely 21, and he’s gone most of the time. Shawn barely had time for you let alone you and a baby. There’s so much running through your head all at once that you don’t notice Shawn picking the lock for the bathroom door. 

 “Baby! What’s wrong?” He rushes over to you and sits beside you on the floor. 

 You can’t help but cry more as he holds you close to him. His hand rubs your back and he shushes you to try and calm down. It doesn’t work, though, and your sobs choke you as they come out. You’re left gasping for breath while Shawn holds your tear soaked face between his palms. 

 There’s a ringing in your ears so loud you feel like you might pass out. The thumping of your heart is so hard it leaves you breathless. You try your damnedest to break out of it but it keeps pulling you back under, leaving your body a shaking mess.

 “Baby - BABY!” He’s literally shouting, “You need to breathe, calm down. You’re going to give yourself a panic attack. Look at me. Take a deep breath.” 

 You close your eyes and take in a shaky breath, “I’m pregnant.” 

 Shawn immediately lets you go, his hands dropping to the floor, “...what?”

 He looks down at the ground, his eyes round, fingers tangling through his curls and tugging at the root.

 You swallow hard as the tears threaten to come down again, “I’m sorry.” 

 He turns his head to look at you, “what - why are you apologizing?” 

 You wipe your wet cheeks with the back of your hand, your eyes stinging and your throat dry, “I didn’t mean for this to happen. I don’t want this to fuck up your life or your career, or -” 

 “Baby,” he lifts your face by your chin, “that’s not going to happen. It takes two to tango. It’s...it’s a lot, but we’ll figure it out. Have to.” 

 “So you’re not worried?” You ask. 

 He shakes his head, “no, I’m fucking terrified. Me? A parent? I can’t even cook myself breakfast, how am I supposed to take care of another human being?” 

 You let out a breathy laugh and drop your head on his shoulder, “I love you.” 

 He rests his cheek on the top of your head, “I love you too.” 

 ---

 “What about Amadeus?”

 You snort, “as in like, Mozart?” 

 “It’s classy!” Shawn defends. 

 “It’s stupid!” You laugh. 

 He intertwines his fingers in yours, keeping a free hand on the steering wheel, “I don’t see you coming up with anything better.” 

 You ponder for a few a second, “what about Dexter?” 

 Now it’s Shawn’s turn to snort, “that’s stupid.” 

 The two of you are driving to his parent’s house. The road is lined neatly with pretty little houses and rows of trees. It’s a beautiful day, the sun is high in the sky and it’s the perfect temperature of not too hot, and not too cold. You drive with the windows down, your hand snaking through the air out the passenger’s side window. There are six left turns to get to Shawn’s neighborhood in Pickering. You close your eyes and count each one and try to concentrate on the feeling of the wind through your fingers instead of the twisting knot in your stomach.

 “Hey -” Shawn pulls you out of your trance, “everything is going to be fine.” 

 You hum, but aren’t so sure. Yeah, he’s got the money, and you know the baby will be loved and taken care of - but are you two ready? Can anyone really be ready for their first child? You weren’t even engaged, or even brought up the next step. The relationship wasn’t exactly new, you’d been dating for about two years now but besides moving in with him after Christmas, there was no talk of what your next step was. 

 Well, I guess this is the next five steps, you think.

 “I know,” you reply, “I just don’t want your parents to hate me.” 

 You play with his fingers in your lap, not looking at him, “my parents could never hate you.” 

 You side eye him, “you’re a twenty year old international rock star. You don’t have time for a baby.” 

 Shawn slams on the breaks, leaving the cars behind you honking and swerving around you, “excuse me?” He pulls his hand from yours. 

 You sigh, you didn’t mean for it to come out the way it did, “I’m just saying I know you have more important things to focus on and I don’t want to be the reason that you can’t focus on those things.” 

 “Are you breaking up with me?” He scoffs. 

 It takes you a second too long to respond. 

 “You can’t just break up with me because you’re pregnant, Baby,” he’s softer now and holds both of your hands in yours, “fuck - we’ll get married tomorrow and tell everyone it was a Honeymoon child.” 

 You pull your hands away and cover your face, “that’s not the point, Shawn. You don’t have time for this - or the energy. I don’t want to be sitting at home all alone with a baby while you’re traveling the world. A child needs a father around.” 

 “So I’ll take time off -” 

 “I can’t ask you to do that, Shawn.” 

 He scoffs, “so what the fuck are you asking me to do then?” 

 “I don’t know,” you mumble. 

 He drops your hands and puts the Jeep back into drive, peeling off down the street. Shawn’s grip on the wheel is so tight you can see the skin around his knuckles turning white. He chews the inside of his cheek, fighting back all the venomous words he wants to say to you. You give him credit for keeping his mouth shut.

 The two of you drive in silence the rest of the way to the Mendes’ household. The party is already in full swing when you arrive. Shawn’s quick to exit the car, not bothering to open the passenger door for you like he always does. You follow behind him to the front door and inside. 

 “Ah, the prodigal son returns,” Aaliyah greets with arms crossed. 

 “Hello sister,” Shawn pulls her into a big hug.

 She groans and wiggles out of his grip to give you a big hug, “missed you!” She squeaks, “him not so much.” 

 Shawn shrugs, “I’ll remember that when your sweet sixteen rolls around and mom and dad won’t buy you a new car.” 

 You watch him walk away into the kitchen to greet the rest of his family. The tears are threatening to spill over again, so you excuse yourself from Aaliyah and practically run for the bathroom. You shut and lock the door, stepping in front of the vanity to give yourself a good once over. Needless to say, you look a mess; eyes are rimmed red from crying, there’s a flush in your face and blotches of red muck up your cheeks.

 “Just breathe, get through today, you can deal with the rest later,” you say to yourself, clutching the countertop. 

 Turning on the faucet, you splash some cold water on your face to try and calm down. It somewhat works, or at the very least gives you enough courage to step back out to the party. Shawn’s in the kitchen talking to his parents, his dad cooking something over the stove and his mom putting together drinks in the blender. You approach slowly and wrap your arms around Shawn from behind. 

 He’s rigid, and doesn’t immediately respond to your touch. You kiss his shoulder through the cotton of his teeshirt and he relaxes a little under you. 

 “Shawn here was just telling us about how you’ve been looking at engagement rings,” Karen winks, “pick something shiny!” She whispers. 

 You laugh it off and Shawn pulls you from behind him and places your body in front of his. His parents go back to busying themselves as hosts and Shawn continues to hold you in his arms and not say anything. 

 He kisses the top of your head, “we still have a lot to talk about, but I don’t want to be pissed off at my parent’s party. I also really want to eat a cheeseburger and you know being pissed off gives me indigestion.” 

 You let out a breathy laugh and turn to bury your face in his neck, kissing his collarbone, “I love you, I’m sorry, I want this to work.” 

 Shawn hugs you tighter swaying you back and forth to the music that floats in from the speakers outside, “yeah, I do too.” 

 ---

 Two hours later you’re sitting at the edge of the pool in the Mendes’ backyard. Music is booming, friends and family are laughing and drinking and swimming. You lean back and welcome the hot sun against your skin. It’s a warm burn, and a welcomed distraction from this morning. You and Shawn decided to keep it a secret, for now. To wait until you two had decided what your next step is going to be. 

 “You know, I’m still not against putting a ring on it,” Shawn sits next to you and dips his bare legs into the pool. 

 You roll your eyes at him, “while I’m not against it in the future, I’d like to be able to drink at my own wedding.” 

 He kisses your forehead, “fair enough,” Shawn kicks your foot underwater, his lips still pressed to your forehead, “stop thinking so much about it. Just relax and try to have fun today, please?” 

 You nod, “yeah, yeah I will.” 

 A ball hits the back of Shawn’s head and you hear the chorus of giggles coming from his little cousins behind you. They can’t be older than maybe two or three. 

 “Come pway, Shawnie!” The little girl demands, she already has a juice stain on the front of her dress and she runs away when Shawn gets up to run after her. 

 You watch as he chases her around the backyard and scoops her up, swinging her around. She laughs and laughs and laughs until tears are running down her face. When Shawn puts her back down again she runs off to the next adult to get attention from. He looks at you and shrugs, your heart feeling so giant it may burst.

 “Want a drink, love?” Karen hands you one of her famous Daiquiris. 

 The reason it’s famous is for the massive amounts of rum she puts into it.

 “Oh no thank you,” you decline, “my stomach isn’t feeling the greatest today.” 

 She hums and places her palm on your forehead to check your temperature, “hmm, alright. I’ll make you a virgin one then.” 

 “You’re seriously the best,” you say, and she pats your head once before walking away. 

 You watch Shawn as he plays with one of his cousin’s babies. He can’t be more than a year old, just learning how to walk. Shawn props him up, offering him a finger to hang onto and they walk slowly across the lawn, the baby waddling beside him, babbling. They have a pretend conversation and you bite your lip to hold back a laugh as Shawn talks to the baby about vintage Fender guitars.

 Shawn lets go to let him walk by himself and he manages for a few steps before falling backwards onto his bum. Immediately, the baby is in tears, screaming. Shawn scoops him up and holds him close, cooing and rubbing his back until he stops.

 “See? You’re fine!” He says wiping away the baby’s tears, and plops him back down on the ground. He watches him crawl back over to his parents.

 Shawn catches your eye from across the yard and starts walking back to you, “you ready to swim yet, Baby?” 

 “Not today,” you respond. 

 “Suit yourself.” 

 Shawn pulls his shirt off and drops it on your lap before diving into the pool, splashing you. He swims up to the edge where you sit and kisses your knees, pulling himself between your legs. Honestly, he looks like a fucking God all wet in front of you.

 “The water is perfect,” he groans, leaning back into the water, “you should really come in.” 

 “I’m not feeling it today, Shawn, really.” 

 “Well - too bad!” 

 Before you can protest he’s pulling you in, fully clothed. 

 “You fucking asshole!” You complain through gritted teeth. 

 Shawn wraps an arm around you, using his other to keep the two of you afloat, “rule number one of parenting: don’t swear with the kids around,” he says before pecking your cheek. 

 He lets you go and swims away, you chase after him, splashing and pushing him under when you get to him. It’s playful and fun, the glimmer in his eyes and the creases in his cheeks when he smiles stops your breath for a moment. He kisses your temple and you almost forget about the pregnancy and the argument on the drive over. For now, it’s just this moment.

 “Everyone out of the pool, it’s time to eat!” Manny yells from the grill. 

 You and Shawn are the last ones out, too caught up in each other and below the surface touches, and sneaked kisses. He’s happily nibbling on your neck when his dad speaks up again, “Shawn, you eat cheeseburgers, not your girlfriend!” 

 Shawn opens his mouth to speak and you slap a palm over it, “I swear to God if you make a pussy eating joke in front of your whole family I’m going to drown you in this pool.” 

 He just grins and helps you out of the pool. Karen is already waiting with warm towels to wrap yourselves in, “here, come with me darling, we’ll find you something dry to change into.” 

 She pulls you into the house and upstairs to Shawn’s old bedroom. It’s the same as it was the day he moved out. You remember it the same as when you were younger but things seemed so much smaller now, and the world is so much bigger. You change into the warm clothes that Karen brought for you. There really is no better feeling than putting on dry clothes after swimming. You revel in that little moment for a second, laying on Shawn’s old bed.

 “Knock knock!” 

 It’s Karen.

 “Just checking to see how you’re doing.” 

 You scrunch your face, “I’m fine.”

 She tilts her head and does that total mom look, “oh honey,” she places her hand on yours, “I know you’re pregnant.” 

 “I cannot believe he told -” 

 “He didn’t have to, sweetie. I can see that stressed look on your face, you were crying in the bathroom when you got here, you didn’t have a drink,” she taps her temple, “pretty easy to put together.” 

 “Fuck,” you sigh, “I’m so sorry.” 

 Karen rubs your back, “why are you saying sorry?” 

 “Because I’m going to fuck everything up that he’s worked so hard for,” you sniff, fighing the tears, “it’s not fair to him.” 

 She sighs, “I know my son, I know he loves you. I also know he loves what he does, but I know he’ll be responsible for this baby with whatever path you decide to take.”

 You rest your head on her shoulder, “thanks, Mama K.” 

 “What’d you do to make her cry?!” Shawn squawks from the doorway.

 He comes and sits on the other side of you.

 “I think this is my cue,” Karen says, giving you a pat on the leg and leaving you and Shawn alone in his bedroom. 

 “She knows,” you mutter.

 “You told my mom?!” 

 You shake your head, “no, she just knew.” 

 “Well cats out of the bag then. Karen can’t keep a secret to save her life. Half the town will know by the time we get back downstairs.”

 You laugh and press your face into his shoulder, “are we making the right decision?” 

 Shawn puts his arm around you and holds you close, “as long as we’re in it together, it’s the right decision.”

[iwritethat]

Older Bat-Sis: Beats

Request: More older Batsis content please 💕

A/N: I have missed this.

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Already you were dreading the following 18 hours, having woken up on the worst day of the year - the day that set both your anxiety and paranoia on edge as you continued the unwilling ritual.

It was on this day that you were most grateful for living alone, you'd locked all windows and doors not that it'd do much good against lock-pickers but it brought you time at the very least. Time to escape.

.

An ominous ringtone sounded that rattled you to the brink of full consciousness and alerted you to exactly who was calling.

"Morning Bruce, what's up?" Came your raspy voice, yawning as you got the words out.

"What's up? I'm wishing you happy birthday, I do this every year at the same time (Y/n), you should know this by now."

"I know, I - wait! Who's in the Manor right now?!" Urgency took over, and Bruce automatically sensed the worry in your tone.

"What do you-" Before he could finish you had cut him off with something he couldn't argue with.

"Tell me exactly where they are Bruce, I'm serious."

"Dick is at the breakfast table with Damian, Tim is down in the Batcave and Alfred is on his way over." Bruce gave an exasperated sigh, it was too early for this nonsense but he answered you honestly knowing that he was probably the only one you could trust today.

"Okay... that's 3 accounted for, where's Duke and Jason?"

"Duke is out studying and lord knows where Jason is. All the best (Y/n), I hope your training helps." He finished, estimating Alfred should arrive soon.

"Thanks Batdad, I'll see you later."

.

It was no more than 30 minutes after you'd hung up that you received a knock on the door and there stood a pleased Alfred who you instantly embraced out of sheer happiness.

"Ah Miss (L/n) be careful, I put a lot of effort into making this. It's your favourite." The Butler explained, placing a box of handmade confectionary on your counter and you couldn't help but thank him as he handed you a card whilst engaging in idle conversation as you prepared beverages.

However, the moment was disrupted by the rhythmic thud of heavy boots and you couldn't help but glare at the smirking intruder whilst readying a defensive stance.

"Now now sis, you may've evaded me last year but I've got you this time."

"Doubt it Little Wing. Alfred it was a pleasure I love you very much and there's a cup of tea ready for you so please enjoy it during my absence." You politely informed, knowing Alfred favoured your tea before dodging Jason and swiping his grappling gun in the process. He came after you of course, but you side stepped toward the window and as your brother skimmed your wrist he tumbled to the floor courtesy of your precautions.

"You booby trapped your own home?!" Jason reprimanded, untangling the rope knotted around his ankle that left you with a running start.

"Oh my goodness gracious Jason, you've been bamboozled!"

"Damnit (Y/n), that’s copyright!" You barely heard his embarrassed shout as you grappled over to the next building with an echoing laugh.

.

You'd raced across Gothams skyline with a varying degree of grace but your new destination was Selina's place as at least she’d be on your side - however you were suddenly swept off course, wind racing through your hair as the light of early morning spiralled around you before drifting to a halt with feet once again on the concrete.

"Happy birthday beautiful, should I ask why you're running across buildings in your slippers?"

"You know why West." Your eyes narrowed at the charming speedster, knowing he’d been in the loop regarding this tradition for years.

"You're right, speaking of, I'm here on behalf of Dick and Damian - your presence is required at the Manor." There was a hint of sympathy in his tone but ultimately he was enjoying seeing you like this.

"No, Wally please! I'll do anything, don't take me back there!" You grabbed his shoulders, forehead resting against his chest to accompany your sincerity.

"(Y/n), you know your brother is my best friend." He said it as a statement, like it had already determined your fate though he did not want to follow through with it.

"We're friends too! I'll buy you food for a month! Wally I will literally marry you if you save me from them, please!" You gazed up at him with a hopeful yet mischievous expression but apparently it was no use.

"I'm sorry." With that you were rushed off of your feet once more.

Within moments you were in Wayne Manor, Dick happily grinned, stepping closer to your glaring figure as you stepped back only to bump into his partner in crime.

"Nice work Wally, sorry (Y/n) but I had to use all of my resources this year including Damian."

"With my help, the family will not fail beloved Sister.” The youngest Wayne approved, though you weren’t certain he knew the history of this sibling war.

Fortunately Cass appeared in the lounge area just in time, you waved over to her and with the girl being informed of your situation prior to your birthday she instantly jumped Dick as you took the opportunity to take the exit but your efforts proved futile when Wally beat you to the doorway. You heard a muffled sound of victory from the eldest brother but much to your surprise the speedster before you leant on the doorframe, a hand running through his hair and a wistful sigh escaping his lips.

“You owe me a wedding ring.”

“Thank you!” With that you took your exit leaving two frustrated brothers in your wake.

“Speedsters are useless! Titus after (L/n)!”

Now you knew the Manor well but there was no escaping a determined Damian and you weren’t completely surprised when he caught you off guard and had you cornered with an excitable canine by his side.

“Damian, my youngest and favourite sibling, do you know what they’re doing?”

“Grayson told me it was ‘Birthday Beats’.” He spoke the term somewhat questionably, suggesting he wasn’t familiar with it’s meaning.

“And did he tell you what that entailed and why they’re doing it?” You replied with skepticism, hoping that you’d be able to use this to your advantage.

“No...”

“Hm, then let me tell you everything.”

.

After that encounter you were able to remain undetected for the majority of the afternoon, returning home to change and finding a thank you note from Alfred and a gift from Jason for the drinks as they’d obviously caught up after you’d escaped. It wasn’t until you were brought back to the Manor for dinner which was, as agreed, time out to enjoy the meal and company of the family to celebrate and converse. After that it was a free for all and you found yourself caught between Dick and Jason.

“Gotcha!” The two smugly commented in unison, Dick continuing with his taunting.

“Your streak ends here master, sorry to ruin it.”

“TT - you will not be harming my sister! No matter how trivial it may be.”

“Yes Damian!” You celebrated as he revealed himself and stood by your side, you rustling the boys hair in a playful manner before smirking at the two dumbfounded vigilantes.

“(Y/n) has given us Birthday Beats without fail every year since we’ve been apart of this family and we haven’t gotten her once. Why are you on her side anyway Demon Spawn?” Jason could only give an exasperated sigh once he’d finished his passionate justification accompanied by varying hand gestures.

“Because I like (L/n) more than you Todd. That and we struck a deal.” Damian was relishing in pissing of the Outlaw but nodded signifying it was safe for you to leave without fear of losing your streak.

.

Upon leaving the Batcave you were greeted by a gleeful Stephanie but you knew better than to trust her on today of all days.

“Where is he Steph?”

“(Y/n) I can’t just give up my boyfriend, I’m on his side.” The girl pouted, hoping her facade would last longer than 2 seconds.

As you were already on high alert the sudden appearance of Duke and Tim was expected, unfortunately you had 10 minutes left until midnight but that was a stretch considering you were out of options. You’d evaded them for a good 8 minutes but Dukes abilities were incredibly useful in predicting someone’s next moves thus it became inevitable that you’d lose after all this time.

“C’mon guys, it’s late. Shouldn’t you be asleep?” Was your feeble attempt.

“Not gonna happen, you’re the only one besides Barbara, Cass and Damian that haven’t had Beats (Y/n) and that injustice has gone on long enough. From what I hear anyway.” Duke playfully shrugged, more excited to boast to Dick and Jason that Tim and himself had succeeded where they’d failed.

*SMASH*

The sound surprised everyone, the three of you rushing out to the origin as defending the Manor came before any games you’d decided to play but much to your relief you discovered a calm Alfred sweeping up the remnants of a shattered antique.

“Sorry for the disturbance, damn thing is heavier than I thought.” The butler sighed, rolling his eyes as he continued his chore.

At that moment the clock struck midnight and instantly you released a joyous celebration.

“You’re kidding me, we were so close this time!” Tim held the bridge of his nose but went along with Duke to no doubt inform the others that they were unsuccessful in their final attempt.

“Next year (Y/n)!”

“Thank you Alfred, I owe you.” Came your knowing gratitude, assisting in cleaning up the mess with a sly smile.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, accidents happen all the time around here Miss (Y/n). But, you know how I like my tea.” Alfred responded without any hint of mischief whatsoever but the last statement proved your assumptions.

.

At 00:07 you strolled into the kitchen, the same place you met your father on your birthday year after year and like always he was waiting for you with a newspaper in hand and drink for you on the table.

“What did it cost you this year?”

“My spare keys to the Batmobile for a month, a Ming Dynasty Vase, I’m also engaged now and Jason ate one of Alfreds confectionaries. The highest price I’ve ever paid by my calculations.” You slumped your head into your arms with a sorrowful expression as Bruce shook his head.

“For a start that vase was a replica made specifically for this situation so don’t worry about that and you’re welcome. As you remain unbeaten Barry will be shocked to hear of it.” Your father smirked, a proud look in his eyes as he chuckled to himself.

“You and Barry placed a bet?” You raised a brow at the billionaire before you who could only smile in return before answering your question.

“We did. Barry thought with his nephew helping Richard, your streak would finally be broken this year. But he severely underestimated how ‘whipped’ Wallace is for you.”

“I’m just getting over the fact you are using the term ‘whipped’ right now.” You couldn’t help but release a breathy laugh, smugness in your voice as you pointed to your father as it fell silent for a couple of moments whilst you took a sip of your drink.

“...”

“You have a spare key to the Batmobile?” It was as if it had just properly registered, tone more serious than previously and you had to quickly bring up a more threatening subject to focus on to prevent you getting into trouble.

“Whah - nooo - actually Batdad since I’m getting married can you walk me down the aisle? Yes? Great - thank you!”

“Married? - To who?! (Y/n) this isn’t over!” He called after your retreating figure, no doubt you’d be getting ‘the talk’ as soon as he discovered their identity.

[terftouch]

My About. My name’s Tia. I’m 24 this August past as of 2017. I’m trans and I’m in transition. I’ve been officially doing so since I was 19. I’m pansexual. I’m in a relationship for three years now with Jonelle. She’s 25. She’s a cis-lesbian, not bi, not str8. And I will defend her and others like her saying that forever. So yes these relationships do work and do exist. And she started it. And she pretty much saved me from slowly dying of a life in utter loneliness and lonership. And I love her. I’m not into clothes, not into make-up. I’m mostly a sweat and tees and hoodies girl and own a few of the stereotypical things but I’m not into all the cutesy things. Short haired, heavy set, food safe semi-vegan (I’m not but totes respect the choices and food needs.) Ex-short order cook under the table, ex-server, berry picker, almond, olive and mushroom harvester and fish plant worker and about a hundred other things to make living cash to survive including sex work a few times. Currently a student starting my 3rd year of Women’s and Gender Studies with a minor in Sociology and I am looking to get into working with kids like me as from personal experience there’s just not enough people to do any of the work that we desperately need in the community. I’m working part time as a bartender in two places and I am a casual Ward aide worker at the hospital. Ex-drug user though never really went any heavier than weed, oil, acid and molly mushrooms and the few odd times. I’m a dyed in the wool Liberal/3rd Wave intersectional Feminist and a stanch supporter of Trans People and of The Equal Rights Movement. The LGBTQAIPD+ community means a lot to me. Anti-Terf, heavily Anti-Terf and for that matter most of the practices of Radfems and 2nd wavers. More on why later. I’m from rural Nova Scotia, Canada. And I mean that in the most redneck and coming out of racism and bigoted ways. I left home from abuse from being trans when I was 14 and it came from all sides of my family except my older brother who was largely not there in reality because of his one issues and them pushing him to cope with self-medication that became addiction. My hometown wasn’t much better. Really small and mixed religious but strongly religious. I took what things I could carry and went to my cousin’s place three miles away and soul him a lot of my things that he wanted and took the first train out and away to Toronto. I didn’t have a damned thing really just a few clothes and lived off of couch surfing from a few trans friendly folks but those places could only be temporary and after a pretty bad first year there including being homeless, assaulted a few times and an attempted rape to getting a sort of a share place in a really crappy sort of share house close to Brampton I left with two friends after someone in the share house didn’t take no for an answer and raped me. We took off in an old ford escort and headed for Vancouver. Actually that working and living sort of road trip was one of the best times in my life. Scary there’s a lot of things a lot of folks will try to pull of three girls but we made out okay actually. I learned some things though…. The prairies are as flat as a lot of people make them out to be. Regina is a nice city. Saskatoon berries are NOT blueberries. Flapper pie is only good when you’re either stoned or are chasing it with strong black tea or coffee. Churchill Falls has really nice people. Winnipeg is really hard to live in without a ride. I like and know how to make really good pierogi and there’s a silent h behind the r when you say it out west. Get groceries when you’re passing through anywhere out west. Wages are good even under the table and rent’s crazy high but there are things that are wicked cheaper like hamburger or cheese and milk sometimes than in Toronto or they were home. I like the mountains… We stayed in Bamf for three days taking a break and The Rockies were the first mountains that I’d ever seen. I lived in B.C. for two years mostly in and around Richmond and Vancouver except for an extended stint down unto the states with other friends and that was fine even though it was a sort of working thing under the table. I left B.C. because we lost our place because the landlord sold our building and we were plain and simply given the choice of a next to impossible lease or leave. Jen one of my best friends and I left and we made our way to her Aunt’s in Saguenay and stayed there a couple of months until we both got jobs in Montreal through other friends. And that’s when I ended up meeting Nat. My Ex. The Ex….Like that big one we all end up having. The literal worst thing that had ever happened to my life since leaving home. She was smart and she was really smart taking law and she was a feminist but not like I knew and I really knew damned little back then. And I fell hard….and I was so into her that I went full dive into radfem theory. I bought the whole thing hook line and sinker really. Privilege, socialization, GNC stuff and I was more than willing to take all of it and was even spouting all of it with her and her friends in her social circles both IRL as her “GNC Boyfriend” and that she was “showing me how to be free of the patriarchy.” And online with the groups we were both a part of, My friends list was her friends list and I argued gender abolition with the rest of them against trans folks that just didn’t “Get it.” And it was a good long while before I got it. And that was because of this person call Michelle like the French Michelle and they were a non-binary person and we were at a party held but some mutual folks and they argued tooth and nail about TERF ideology and gaslighting and all the things that I was doing, that Nat was doing. Which got me thinking, which had me friending Michelle on FB and us talking. And Nat finding out and demanding I unfriend her. Slapping me when I questioned why and went off on a rant about it being her place and her rules and my privilege. And I unfriended Michelle. And it really was too late at that point. Because I knew it…she had hit me because of having someone that she didn’t like on my phone, on my friends list. Oh yeah she went through my phone…al lot. Threw mason jars at me one night when I had changed my password. Yeah and it just went on from there. Until the night of our biggest fight that was again over nothing but her paranoia and her accusing me of using her. The trans hate just poured out of her that night with every glass of wine that she had and I went from drowning in her constant abuse to shouting back and standing up for myself and a screaming match, me getting hit twice, slapped once as I was trying to get out of our apartment and she raked my arm with her nails as she tried to pull me back inside I literally ran away from her. And with my phone and everything I was literally getting hate message after hate message from her and ALL of “Our friends.” Until the battery died on my phone. By the time the sun rolled around I was more than done…I hit that wall of just a short drop off an over pass that I hadn’t felt as bad in years and I took off and hitched to Toronto where I at least had people I knew. I was her make herself feel good project, her showing me off to her friends project. I was in that relationship and in the TERF community for way too fucking long and I know a boatload of them and seen all the shit that they pull. This is why I’m so strongly Anti-TERF. I didn’t stay too in Toronto, it’s a nice place if you want to visit and some folks are actually really great but me and that city well I really never could get a grip there. So after a while I moved to North Bay. And actually met my Uncle Robert. He’s actually my dad’s cousin but he sort of became a decent bit of stability for me and he knew folks down here in Sackville that’d help me and put me up as long as I helped out at their place. He was the one that got me thinking about getting myself on my feet. Because while not me and way older he did the same thing only in his day it was leaving school to work and leaving home to not get stuck in a crappy job you’ll die doing in a one horse little town. And now I’m here in New Brunswick, having gotten my GED and taking all the other classes I needed to get into actual college, I have an apartment in my name and I’m making the bills work and I have an address and a bed and things…just things and now black garbage bags full of what I could carry. I have an amazing girlfriend and a good community here with a great mix of international folks and I’m in one of the most queer friendly campuses in Canada. I’m lucky…and I know it, I was lucky enough to work for all of it, to have the chances, to get out of the abuse. And that’s why I’m blogging, that’s why I’m not letting TERF’s, TWERF’s, RADFEM’s and really all of those folks go unchallenged. I’m not attacking them I’m challenging their bullshit, I’m saying that there are people that don’t say the things they say and that there’s folks that won’t be quiet and let them. There’s a mix of other things in here too but yeah…it’s because people deserve to hear voices challenging people like TERF’s and other extremists.

[georgeharrisonsaccent]

Could you drop some random facts about Ringo and George's friendship? I'd looove to know more!!

Oh by all means (😉) Their friendship is my favorite! ❤️ where to start! I’ll just write a few haha

George took a black eye defending Ringo when they first brought him into the group - the Pete Best fans were not happy down at The Cavern!

Ringo tried to teach George’s son Dhani the drums when he was very small and poor Dhani ran out of the room crying

George refused to go on tour when Ringo was sick with tonsillitis saying it “wasn’t the Beatles” without Ringo. It took George Martin and Brian Epstein to finally convince him to tour, but even years later George says “With all respect to Jimmy [Nicol]– we shouldn’t have gone on tour without Ringo. It wasn’t the Fabs. Can you imagine the Rolling Stones going on tour: ‘Oh sorry Mick, you can’t come.’ I couldn’t understand it. It was silly.”

Just listen to Ringo shout out “All right George!” in the song Boys ❤️ and “Ah rock on, George, one time for me!” in Honey Don’t and try not to smile!

George and Ringo both appear and play in the music video for Tom Petty’s “I Won’t Back Down” 1989 (though only George actually plays on the actual recorded version)

George’s unpublished song “Hey Ringo” with the lyrics: ‘Hey Ringo … without you, my guitar plays far too slow.’

“He was my best friend. I had two other great friends and three brothers. We were pals.“ - Ringo

Listen to Ringo’s song “Early 1970”. I think it tells a lot about their friendship. He sings about Paul, then John, and then George in the tune: “He’s a long-haired, cross-legged guitar picker, um-hmm. With his long-legged lady in the garden picking daisies for his soup.A forty acre house he doesn’t see,‘Cause he’s always in townPlaying for you with me” ❤️❤️❤️

And most of all they seem to just have a fun time together!

I hope these few facts were what you were looking for!

[illuminateinjapan]

There was nothing like being on tour in Europe with the people you loved most. For Shawn, the people he loved were able to follow him wherever he goes. His family who would visit him at least one week during each leg of the tour. His loyal and loving fans would catch him on the streets of any city. And let’s not forget about his team/best friends: Geoff, Andrew, Tom, and Brian, who were basically his brothers. Yet, as he sat in that comfortable couch in front his best friends, there was something clouding his mind. 

“You okay Shawn? You look a bit occupied.” Andrew asked, a bit concerned. 

A smile appeared on Shawn’s face as he nodded. “Yeah, everything’s fine. It just...”

Andrew, Tom, Geoff, and Brian looked at him, signaling him to finish his sentence. Shawn wasn’t one for expressing his feelings at loud, unless it bothered him deeply. He took a deep breath and continued, “Okay look I have to make this confession and it’s been bothering me for months. “

“Go on.” Geoff replied, bringing the bottle of water to his lips. 

“I think I like Y/N.” Shawn confessed quickly. Immediately Geoff spit out the liquid in his mouth, and Brian dropped the phone he was holding onto. 

“I’m sorry, but why does this seem like a big shock to you two.” Andrew asked a bit confused on why Geoff and Brian reacted so strongly to a harmless confession.

“Oh my dear Andrew. You weren't here during the dark ages. It’s time for a quick history lesson on the plague in which we call the “On Again-Off Again Best Friend-ship of Y/N & Shawn.” Geoff spoke up putting his arms around Andrew.

You and Shawn have been best friends since you were 5, but as you got older your friendship with him became well....complicated to say the least. You had your fun moments of laughter and good times, but the next second it would always result in meaningless fights. It’s happened so many times that everyone was convinced you two were an old married couple. While you both secretly liked each other, neither of you had the guts to admit it. Obtaining the title “Best Couple that Never Was” in high school was the closest you two would ever get to having an actual relationship.

“Wow, that bad?” Andrew replied. 

Brian nodded, “Now when he’s 5,000 miles away from Y/N, he has the audacity to admit something that everyone’s has already known.”

Shawn rolled his eyes at the same ridiculous comment that’s been thrown at both Y/N and him countless of times. “I told you countless of times Brian, I didn’t see her as more than a best friend until two months ago.”

“Oh is that why you always got a little jealous, and ended up fighting with her because she was talking about her dreamy Matt?” Brian countered, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Wha-. No! I told you countless times, I just didn’t like the kid, I don’t trust him to be going out with my best friend. She’s too precious for a guy like him. She deserved better.” he defended.

“Hence why Treat You Better was formed. Im calling it.” Geoff spoke out, raising his hand. 

“Guys, I don’t even know why we’re having this discussion. I didn’t like Y/N, until recently. It has never been a long time thing. Don’t listen to them Andrew, they like to add more drama than there needs to be.”

“Well, the important thing is you’ve come to terms with the truth.” Brian spoke up patting his shoulder.  A familiar tone echoed within the room, as Shawn picked it up, viewing the caller ID. Immediately he answered it with such joy and enthusiasm. “Y/N?” 

“Hey, Shawnnnnn. How’s tourrr?” you sang.

“It’s great! Everyone’s great, but you know Brian’s still Brian.” he chuckled. You laughed as well, making Shawn silently sigh in content. God, he missed your laugh. He couldn’t get enough of it. “So, how’s everything going with you?” he asked casually. Brian and Geoff looked at Shawn mouthing JUST TELL HER ALREADYYY, which Shawn reacted by throwing the nearest pillow he could grab at them.

“Yeah everything’s great here too. I mean Pickering isn't as spunky without you here, but that’s why Im here. Anyways enough small talk. I need to tell you something.”

“Oh?” In that moment his heart stopped, afraid yet excited of what was to come. Could this be the moment, in which both of you finally confess your feelings for each other and live happily ever after?

“Matt asked me out on a date this Saturday!” she squealed. Shawn’s jaw dropped. He wasn't sure of what was going on anymore. This wasn't supposed to happen. Immediately, he reacted very nastily. “No, you cant.” he said.

“Excuse me?” you asked a bit appalled.

“You can’t go out with him. I told you Y/N, he’s no good for you.”

“You’re not my father. Shawn you can’t tell me what to do.” 

“No, Im your best friend. Im the one whose supposed to make sure your heart doesn’t break because of a douchebag like him.” he ranted, pacing back and forth. “Did you not remember when he asked another girl out in front of you to formal when you asked him first? Remember?”

You shook your head in disgust. “I don’t get why you have to be such an ass about this. We got closer than before. I don’t understand your attitude, and frankly I’m getting tired of it.” 

“I have my reasons just like you do when you lash out at me.”

“Oh yeah? Then do tell me Shawn, because I would love to know. The whole world wants to know why Shawn Mendes can’t stand his best friend going out with a guy!” you screamed.

“Because I love you!” he shouted impulsively. The line went silent. No one bothered to say anything, trying to process what had just been said. Hearing those words was what you've always wanted to hear since high school. For years you’ve had those feelings only to have to push it aside ever since he dated Lauren. “Please say something Y/N. Anything” he whispered on the phone.

But what could you have said. “I...I don’t know. I need time to think.”

 With that the line went dead.

[probably-enjolras]

Enjolras’ Anon part 5

wow Ryan, I hear you saying, this is posted early in the day. To that I say, I felt productive. I feel horrible but whatever, writing helps. 

As always, please support this on AO3, your comments make my day

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Enjolras was only half a drink in and was already regretting this plan. Joly was a light weight so after he finished his first drink, he was sprawled across Bossuet. Grantaire and Bahorel were still arguing about how long R would last if he fought the Rock. While both men were barely even tipsy, the bar seemed to make them louder.

Jehan was surprisingly loud. They were trying to get Joly’s attention, as they were just as tipsy as Joly. Combeferre and Courfeyrac were both only half a drink in and, thankfully, were trying to get the attention of their friends. Combeferre was talking with Feuilly and Cosette while Courfeyrac was talking with Marius and Eponine.

Enjolras sighed, shaking his head at his crazy friends. He kept his head down, not particularly liking this scene. His vague focus was broken by a hand on his shoulder.

“Wow Apollo, can you be any more pathetic over here?” Enjolras looked up into Grantaire’s eyes. He had a teasing smile and an impish glint in his eyes. “I’m not pathetic, this just isn’t my scene,” Enjolras huffed, trying to defend himself.

“Even so, you look pathetic. I wouldn’t be surprised if someone came over trying to take you home.” Enjolras raised his eyebrows. “And is that what you’re doing?” he retorted. Grantaire chuckled and shook his head. “No, I’m trying to save the poor bastard that would try to hit on you.” Enjolras took a sip of his wine. “Well, consider this a thanks in advance.”

Grantaire sighed and chugged his wine. “You know, this isn’t something I’d expect you to do.” Enjolras tilted his head in confusion. “Oh?”

“Yeah, I mean, don’t get me wrong, I know you’re a cool guy and everything, but going out with a bunch of people to a bar isn’t you.” Enjolras nodded in agreement. “Well, believe it or not, I do care about my friends and I like to hang out with them. Would I prefer to be at someone’s house watching a movie, of course, but pickers can’t be choosers.”

Enjolras felt a pang of guilt as he said those words. He really doesn’t go out with his friends, does he? What’s more is Grantaire thinks he’s not social. And now that he’s going out, it’s to continue this stupid quest he’s on.

“I guess you have a point,” R replied, setting his glass down. “But why now? Why come out with us today?” Enjolras sighed and took a sip of his wine, delaying his answer. “I guess I just feel like I need to get to know you guys better. How can I call myself your friend if I barely even know you.” At least that was true.

Grantaire started to laugh, loud and pure. Enjolras smiled to himself, he never heard Grantaire laugh like that. “Well Apollo, why don’t we get to know each other?” Enjolras nodded, thankful that Grantaire didn’t press his reasoning any further.

“What do you wanna know?” Enjolras thought for a second. “You wear a lot of green. Is that your favorite color?” Grantaire shook his head. “No it’s not. I actually love the color blue.” Enjolras raised his eyebrows, unsure if Grantaire was joking or not. He’d never seen R with anything blue. “Yeah I get that look a lot. But it’s the truth. And I assume that red is your favorite?”

Enjolras shook his head. Grantaire’s mouth fell open in disbelief. “No fucking way.” Enjolras let out a short laugh. “I actually like yellows and greens. They’re the colors you see in a nature a lot. As much as I love red for my cause, I prefer more natural colors.” Grantaire snorted. “You learn something new everyday.”

“I need to go get more wine. When I get back, I would love to learn more about you, Mr. I-wear-so-much-red-but-it’s-not-my-favorite-color. You want a refill?” Enjolras nodded and handed Grantaire his glass. Grantaire gave him a small salute and walked away.

“I thought you wanted us to do the talking.” Enjolras jumped at the voice, which turned out to be Combeferre. “I did… I do. I just got to talking with Grantaire.” Combeferre raised his eyebrows but didn’t say anything. “Well, I can confirm that Feuilly is not your mystery anon.” Enjolras’ eyes lit up.

“How?” he asked. “Cosette and I just had to help him set up a Tumblr. I am fairly certain that takes him out of the running.” Enjolras nodded. “Well, thank you. That’s one less person to investigate.” Combeferre hummed an agreement. “Well, you go back to talking with Grantaire. I will be trying to make sure Joly and Jehan don’t get too out of control.” As Combeferre walked away, Enjolras could have sworn he heard him mumble something under his breath.

“What did Combeferre want?” Grantaire asked, handing Enjolras his wine. “He was just letting me know that if I needed him, he would be stopping Joly and Jehan from doing anything stupid.” Enjolras looked over his shoulder, noticing the two trying to make a castle out of coasters. “That’s a heroic thing to do. Last time we were here, Jehan walked out of the bar and found a bunch of flowers, turned them into flower crowns and tried to put them on random people’s heads.”

Enjolras snorted, trying to imagine a drunk Jehan making flower crowns outside of a bar at midnight. “Wow, did they get in trouble?” Grantaire shook his head. “Nah, but they did complain about being taken away from their ‘new friends’ while we took them home.” Enjolras shook his head in disbelief. “Part of me wishes I could’ve seen that, and the other part is happy I didn’t.”

“Speaking of you not seeing things, what do you do when you’re not with us? I would like to believe that you are lecturing your plants about consumer capitalism but that’s just my idea.” Enjolras glared at him for a second. “I don’t do that… often. And it was only one time. Most of the time I just browse social media, read, watch some tv. I am a normal person, believe it or not.”

Grantaire raised his eyebrows. “What shows?”

“I’m currently binge watching Orange Is The New Black.”

“Have you gotten to the part-” Grantaire got cut off by Enjolras covering his ears and humming. “What are you doing?” Grantaire asked as he pulled Enjolras’ hands off his ears. “I don’t want any spoilers,” he replied sheepishly. Grantaire chuckled and let go of Enjolras’ hands. “You really are a normal person.”

Enjolras nodded, taking a sip of his wine. “Told you. I know some people see me as a cold hearted leader, but I’m just a guy.” Grantaire nodded. “Well that’s good to know.” The two lapsed into silence, but it wasn’t awkward. It just felt like … two friends. Enjolras drank some of his wine to hide the smile that appeared on his face.

The silence came to an end when they heard a shout. “Nooooo! You knocked over our castle!” Joly, who was now fully drunk, cried. Jehan was bent over the coasters, trying to put it back together. “That’s our cue to get them home. It was nice talking to you Enjolras.” Grantaire went and lifted Jehan up, carrying the distraught poet out of the bar.

Slowly, the rest of the group left. Bahorel closed the tab and left. Cosette and Eponine followed a drunk Marius out the door, making sure he didn’t get lost again. Joly and Bossuet left, along with Feuilly who wanted to make sure they found their way home.

That left Courfeyrac, Combeferre, and Enjolras. “Well, I know how Combeferre’s night went. Did you get any information, Courf?” Enjolras asked as they made their way towards Enjolras’ apartment. “Other than watching Joly and Jehan argue about their castle? Not much. Oh! But I did hear Bossuet say something about how happy he is with Joly and Chetta. He definitely isn’t crushing on anyone else.”

Enjolras nodded and made a note to cross of Bossuet and Feuilly once he made it home. “Well thanks guys. I consider this night a success. Maybe next time we can do a movie night instead though.” Combeferre and Courfeyrac nodded wholeheartedly.

“Well this is where I need to leave. I’ll see you tomorrow!” Enjolras stopped at the door to his apartment building. “Bye Enj!” Courf yelled while Ferre just waved. Enjolras gave a small wave and walked in.

Enjolras took out his list and crossed off Bossuet and Feuilly, smiling at the small number of people left. He folded the paper back up and set it on his desk. Enjolras yawned and went to take his computer out. He didn’t even log in before he was asleep and dreaming of the color blue.

this was a pretty dialogue heavy chapter but i like it. hope you do too xx

[wristic]

The Late Hour of Dawn (Part 3)

Pairing: Bellamy x Reader

Word Count: 2000

Warnings: None

-Part 1- -Part 2- -Part 3-

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Naturally not everything can go smoothly when you move into Bellamy’s tent. Your reputation was difficult enough to deal with but now you have to manage his as well. Things escalate when someone takes away your only security of ever seeing your parents again.

~~~

“You know he’s just doing it because he feels bad for you.”

You huffed, glowering at the girl standing beside you while you both harvested seeds from the center of a strange flower. Its red petals made for an excellent dye as you both were finding out from it staining your hands every time they ripped and bled from your harvesting. Repercussions from moving into the tent with Bellamy were inevitable, but damn were they already exhausting.

“Once his stuff starts going missing he’s going to kick you out of the compound, for good.” Ah jealousy was a terrible thing. You could relate to being the girl watching but never acting, you couldn’t relate to taking it with so little grace. That however didn't stop you from taking her lip with little grace.

“And then you’ll have him all to yourself, right? Once he realizes his mistake he’ll come running, what a fool I’ve been, I should have taken all of our no interactions as a sign of true love!” you smirked, “That about what you're imagining?”

A handful of petals squashed in your face and when you opened your eyes she was already halfway across the encampment. You pulled thick velvety pads from your face, probably smearing even more red from your fingers. Some people gave you curious glances but ultimately ignored the scene.

Groaning you left for the tent to make sure you properly wiped it all off, having moved a mirror in there just the other day. As you neared the tent, pulling the last few petals from your forehead and cheek Bellamy exited, eyes jumping at you.

“What the hell happened? Are you alright?” He rushing, putting his hands on either side of your face to examine for a cut. The closeness, the touching, overwhelmed you. Not used to people that were anyone but your parents being comfortable enough to approach you so closely.

You choked awkwardly, pushing his hands away as you admitted. “It's not blood, just pissed off a fellow seed picker.” Bellamy's jaw clenched, looking around at the camp like he might find the assailant and ban them. You chuckled at the sight, feeling bashful at his protectiveness. “It's nothing Bellamy.” He didn't seem convinced, his eyes far off with thought, regret you assumed. You playfully smacked his chest. “I’ve been pissing off people long before landing on this rock. It's nothing I can't handle.” He shifted still unsure. You gripped his wrist. “It's nothing.”

As he finally looked at you, the world felt like it had faded away. The goings on nothing but white noise and the scenery just a green blur. Bellamy's hand rose in yours, his finger gripping them, giving a smile to reassuring you he’d forget the transgression simply because you asked. You smiled back but it wasn't in thanks, you were dizzy, your stomach light with butterflies as your heart squeezed in wonder of a kiss, a real kiss, more than a peck on the cheek.

Gulping hard you helped to break the sudden trance, dipping your head shyly and giving his hand a squeeze like it might rewind you two back into ‘only friends’ status. “I was gonna go clean up-”

“Yeah, sure.” Bellamy took a sizable step to the side for you. It was hard to not look back, your senses telling you he was watching you go, yet your head telling you that was impossible.

Safe inside you sighed out all the tension he welled up in you. It was the move you told yourself, living alone with him was a trope as old as time, but damn if it didn't make your mind run wild.

Your early morning chats now started in the night while you two were supposed to be sleeping, laughing and philosophizing by the lantern, beds so close they might as well be pushed as one. Somehow going out to watch the sunrise wasn’t so appealing anymore. You felt safe in here, with him, just talking and pushing away day dreams of having more between you two. It of course didn't go by you he wasn't bringing in girls like he used to, like he could be.

You wanted to reason it all away, too afraid to hope you’d caught the attention of someone so out of your league. Yet even thinking he was 'out of your league’ didn't fit at all. You two got along like a puzzle, opposite looking pieces just dropping into place. If it wasn't for everyone else reminding you you shouldn’t be in there with him, you’d consider the tent Heaven on Earth it was so peaceful to be alone with him.

But surely it was all in your head you told yourself, even as he came back with a wet rag to help you, taking it upon himself to clean off what you could easily do in the mirror.

~~~

In the early morning you rushed out of the tent, searching high and low for Clarke. When you found her sleeping in the old hanger you pounced on her. In your hands was the white steel bracelet, a corner of it scratched to hell by someone who snuck in the night and broke it. This bracelet that connected you to the Ark, to your family. 

“Fix it!” You shouted at her, not caring about the others trying to sleep. “Fix it! You have to fix it!”

Trying to blink herself awake, Clarke took it from you, barely giving it a once over before handing it back. “I can't, once it unlatches-”

“It's just broken-it's dead!? That's stupid! There has to be a way to fix it! It's your mom's tech, fix it!”

Perhaps Clarke wasn't a morning person but she snapped at you. “I’m not my mother. Even if she was here that's not her department to fix.” 

Feeling a crushing hopelessness your eyes began to heat and water. The look of loss filled your face, cooling Clarke's temper immediately. “I-I’m sorry, it's just-”

“They can't think I’m dead.” You croaked, your hands began to shake as they clutched on the band. “Fix it please! You have to fix it!” You sobbed shoving it to her again. Clarke swallowed thickly as she looked into your desperate and tear stricken face.

Her head jumped up and you followed, Bellamy was standing behind you, his brow knitting when he saw the bracelet pried open.

“My parents,” you choked a sob, looking to him like you were pleading for him, for anyone to help you. It was the futility of it all that had you so broken. You kept looking at the bracelet in your hands like it was your parents themselves broken and dead in your lap. “They can't think I’m dead, they’re supposed to find me.”

Bellamy nodded, speaking gently to you as he bent down, “I know, I know. Let's go back to the tent okay.” He wasn't going to worry you with the pressures of social constructs, trying to hold himself back from looking at everyone else as you sobbed into the heels of your palms, refusing to let the bracelet go. He helped you up on weak legs, taking you back to the minimum privacy of the tent.

Inside he sat you down on your bed, him kneeling down in front of you and not sure what to say. He took the bracelet, slipping from your fingers easily now. Turning it over, it unnerved him to see someone had clearly wormed their way under the lock and pinched it open while they slept.

“What am I gonna do? No one's going to contact them, when the Ark comes down they… ” you shook your head, curling into yourself. “They can't think I’m dead.” You choked up again. “I promised I wouldn't be floated, I promised they’d see me again. If they think I’m dead, if they don't know...”

Bellamy tossed the opened band aside like the scrap it was now. Both his hands fell on your shoulders, leaning so close his forehead nearly touched yours. “When they come to the ground the first thing they’ll do is get into contact with us, and you can tell them yourself you're still alive.”

You hiccuped, the panic threatening to pick up again, “But what if the council tells them I’m-”

“The council won't say anything about this until they’re down here.” It didn’t seem to calm like it should. “If your parents were down here, and you were up there, would you give up on them just because some piece of tech said they were dead?” It didn't take you long to shake your head. No, you would never think they were dead, not until you saw it for yourself. “Then they wouldn't give up on you.”

His hands came up, wiping away the tears down your face, letting you take deep breaths, calming yourself as you repeated the words over and over, they wouldn't give up on you.

Sniffling, you let out a slow shaking breath. “I think you're better at the whole advice thing than me.”

You broke into a chuckle but he only smiled, running a thumb along your burning cheek. It was a nice feeling, a safe one. You couldn't remember if you’d ever been touched like that before and it had you closing your eyes, subtly nuzzling into his hand. It was a shame but you never realized until you met him how little people really touched you, how many never stuck around, how much you comforted yourself.

You slumped forward into his chest, wrapping your arms around him and burying your face. Taking a deep breath in, every little worried knot in your chest unraveled. Tears still fell thinking of your parents up there. Not sure where their daughter was, stuck in a limbo of knowing and doubting if you were still alive.

Bellamy sat back, pulling you closer, holding you tight. 

“Thank you for saying that.” You sniffled, lifting your now bare wrist. Two lines and two punctures on your wrist now visible. It would take awhile to get used to, your heart threatening to panic again just at the sight. 

His head dipped like he was going to say something, but he took it back, stroking your back instead. But it seemed he couldn’t shake the tension, nearly starting to rock you back and forth. Your brow furrowed, lifting your head to him. “Are you alright?”

His mouth opened again, ready to defend himself. Instead as he looked into your eyes, a sardonic sigh came, a half smile taking him. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”

“I’m serious Bellamy. What’s wrong?”

It seemed he already decided he wasn’t going to tell you. Both his hands came up and cupped your face, only a breath away. His words steady and confident. “I’m going to get you back to your parents. I promise.”

There was pain in him, some secret that was tormenting Bellamy despite his desperate attempt to show you his conscience was clear. You wondered if it had anything to do with his newly acquired leadership position. That like with Charlotte, mistakes had been made. These mistakes just weren’t as public.

You placed a hand over his chest, wanting to beg him not to carry the weight alone. That you could handle it if only he trusted you to walk with a burden. You supposed that was just something you would have to prove, as he wanted to prove he could give you your one wish.

His eyes hadn’t left you for a single moment, holding you, taking in every feature. His thumb trailed on your cheek, warming you to the bones with the tender touch. As you leaned forward, he held still, his brow furrowing deeper. Bellamy’s confliction was crystal clear this close. Yet he couldn’t take his hands from you, couldn’t speak anymore. You closed the distance and pressed your lips softly to his.

He shuddered, hands tensing and pressing you harder to him. A bloom of warmth started in your chest and tickled all along your skin. You melted into him, the last bits of your panic fluttering away with the steady thudding of your heart. When you lazily broke away, he stole one more kiss, a small grin taking you both. 

You glanced down at your wrist again, still feeling naked without the bracelet. His hand came and rubbed at the lines. “I’m sorry.” He whispered.

“I guess I’ll need to just focus on being alive from now on. Maybe invent an alarm for our tent door.”

It made Bellamy chuckle before pulling down on your bed, you both shifting to get comfortable and finish out your last hour of rest. Yet neither of you could fall back asleep.

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A Liberal Trans woman's opinions & interests.My About. My name’s Tia. I’m 23 this August past as of 2016. I’m trans and I’m in transition. I’ve been officially doing so since I was 19. I’m pansexual. I’m in a relationship for three years now with Jonelle. She’s 25. She’s a cis-lesbian, not bi, not str8. And I will defend her and others like her saying that forever. So yes these relationships do work and do exist. And she started it. And she pretty much saved me from slowly dying of a life in utter loneliness and lonership. And I love her. I’m not into clothes, not into make-up. I’m mostly a sweat and tees and hoodies girl and own a few of the stereotypical things but I’m not into all the cutesy things. Short haired, heavy set, food safe semi-vegan (I’m not but totes respect the choices and food needs.) Ex-short order cook under the table, ex-server, berry picker, almond, olive and mushroom harvester and fish plant worker and about a hundred other things to make living cash to survive including sex work a few times. Currently a student starting my 3rd year of Women’s and Gender Studies with a minor in Sociology and I am looking to get into working with kids like me as from personal experience there’s just not enough people to do any of the work that we desperately need in the community. I’m working part time as a bartender in two places and I am a casual Ward aide worker at the hospital. Ex-drug user though never really went any heavier than weed, oil, acid and molly mushrooms and the few odd times. I’m a dyed in the wool Liberal/3rd Wave intersectional Feminist and a stanch supporter of Trans People and of The Equal Rights Movement. The LGBTQAIPD+ community means a lot to me. Anti-Terf, heavily Anti-Terf and for that matter most of the practices of Radfems and 2nd wavers. More on why later. I’m from rural Nova Scotia, Canada. And I mean that in the most redneck and coming out of racism and bigoted ways. I left home from abuse from being trans when I was 14 and it came from all sides of my family except my older brother who was largely not there in reality because of his one issues and them pushing him to cope with self-medication that became addiction. My hometown wasn’t much better. Really small and mixed religious but strongly religious. I took what things I could carry and went to my cousin’s place three miles away and soul him a lot of my things that he wanted and took the first train out and away to Toronto. I didn’t have a damned thing really just a few clothes and lived off of couch surfing from a few trans friendly folks but those places could only be temporary and after a pretty bad first year there including being homeless, assaulted a few times and an attempted rape to getting a sort of a share place in a really crappy sort of share house close to Brampton I left with two friends after someone in the share house didn’t take no for an answer and raped me. We took off in an old ford escort and headed for Vancouver. Actually that working and living sort of road trip was one of the best times in my life. Scary there’s a lot of things a lot of folks will try to pull of three girls but we made out okay actually. I learned some things though…. The prairies are as flat as a lot of people make them out to be. Regina is a nice city. Saskatoon berries are NOT blueberries. Flapper pie is only good when you’re either stoned or are chasing it with strong black tea or coffee. Churchill Falls has really nice people. Winnipeg is really hard to live in without a ride. I like and know how to make really good pierogi and there’s a silent h behind the r when you say it out west. Get groceries when you’re passing through anywhere out west. Wages are good even under the table and rent’s crazy high but there are things that are wicked cheaper like hamburger or cheese and milk sometimes than in Toronto or they were home. I like the mountains… We stayed in Bamf for three days taking a break and The Rockies were the first mountains that I’d ever seen. I lived in B.C. for two years mostly in and around Richmond and Vancouver except for an extended stint down unto the states with other friends and that was fine even though it was a sort of working thing under the table. I left B.C. because we lost our place because the landlord sold our building and we were plain and simply given the choice of a next to impossible lease or leave. Jen one of my best friends and I left and we made our way to her Aunt’s in Saguenay and stayed there a couple of months until we both got jobs in Montreal through other friends. And that’s when I ended up meeting Nat. My Ex. The Ex….Like that big one we all end up having. The literal worst thing that had ever happened to my life since leaving home. She was smart and she was really smart taking law and she was a feminist but not like I knew and I really knew damned little back then. And I fell hard….and I was so into her that I went full dive into radfem theory. I bought the whole thing hook line and sinker really. Privilege, socialization, GNC stuff and I was more than willing to take all of it and was even spouting all of it with her and her friends in her social circles both IRL as her “GNC Boyfriend” and that she was “showing me how to be free of the patriarchy.” And online with the groups we were both a part of, My friends list was her friends list and I argued gender abolition with the rest of them against trans folks that just didn’t “Get it.” And it was a good long while before I got it. And that was because of this person call Michelle like the French Michelle and they were a non-binary person and we were at a party held but some mutual folks and they argued tooth and nail about TERF ideology and gaslighting and all the things that I was doing, that Nat was doing. Which got me thinking, which had me friending Michelle on FB and us talking. And Nat finding out and demanding I unfriend her. Slapping me when I questioned why and went off on a rant about it being her place and her rules and my privilege. And I unfriended Michelle. And it really was too late at that point. Because I knew it…she had hit me because of having someone that she didn’t like on my phone, on my friends list. Oh yeah she went through my phone…al lot. Threw mason jars at me one night when I had changed my password. Yeah and it just went on from there. Until the night of our biggest fight that was again over nothing but her paranoia and her accusing me of using her. The trans hate just poured out of her that night with every glass of wine that she had and I went from drowning in her constant abuse to shouting back and standing up for myself and a screaming match, me getting hit twice, slapped once as I was trying to get out of our apartment and she raked my arm with her nails as she tried to pull me back inside I literally ran away from her. And with my phone and everything I was literally getting hate message after hate message from her and ALL of “Our friends.” Until the battery died on my phone. By the time the sun rolled around I was more than done…I hit that wall of just a short drop off an over pass that I hadn’t felt as bad in years and I took off and hitched to Toronto where I at least had people I knew. I was her make herself feel good project, her showing me off to her friends project. I was in that relationship and in the TERF community for way too fucking long and I know a boatload of them and seen all the shit that they pull. This is why I’m so strongly Anti-TERF. I didn’t stay too in Toronto, it’s a nice place if you want to visit and some folks are actually really great but me and that city well I really never could get a grip there. So after a while I moved to North Bay. And actually met my Uncle Robert. He’s actually my dad’s cousin but he sort of became a decent bit of stability for me and he knew folks down here in Sackville that’d help me and put me up as long as I helped out at their place. He was the one that got me thinking about getting myself on my feet. Because while not me and way older he did the same thing only in his day it was leaving school to work and leaving home to not get stuck in a crappy job you’ll die doing in a one horse little town. And now I’m here in New Brunswick, having gotten my GED and taking all the other classes I needed to get into actual college, I have an apartment in my name and I’m making the bills work and I have an address and a bed and things…just things and now black garbage bags full of what I could carry. I have an amazing girlfriend and a good community here with a great mix of international folks and I’m in one of the most queer friendly campuses in Canada. I’m lucky…and I know it, I was lucky enough to work for all of it, to have the chances, to get out of the abuse. And that’s why I’m blogging, that’s why I’m not letting TERF’s, TWERF’s, RADFEM’s and really all of those folks go unchallenged. I’m not attacking them I’m challenging their bullshit, I’m saying that there are people that don’t say the things they say and that there’s folks that won’t be quiet and let them. There’s a mix of other things in here too but yeah…it’s because people deserve to hear voices challenging people like TERF’s and other extremists.

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How do Manchester United solve their midfield conundrum after Crystal Palace defeat?

While a new wave of Manchester United attacks crashed onto the rock of the Crystal Palace defense, Old Trafford echoed again with moans of frustration.

United fans had seen their side owned 71 percent and yet fired only three shots at goal, the first of which arrived in the 58th minute.

In the end, United & # 39; s lacked the lead it deserved – an unexpected 2-1 defeat that thoroughly and truly pierced every good feel-good factor from Ole Gunnar Solskjaer.

Manchester United struggled for creativity in midfield home loss against Crystal Palace

United manager Ole Gunnar Solskjaer gives instructions during the shock Old Trafford loss

And with the transfer window long since closed, it exposed an area w here United could not strengthen this summer.

With a forward line from Anthony Martial, Marcus Rashford and Dan James, this United team is blessed with the speed that goes forward.

That was a treat in their season-opening 4-0 win over Chelsea, who came to Old Trafford to attack but made himself vulnerable to United's rapid counterattacks.

But faced with opposition in Palace who wanted to defend and hold themselves Arm-length united, they missed a player who could choose a penetrating pass

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Dejected United players think about a disappointing afternoon against Palace in Old Trafford

[19459002InretrospectUnitedmayhavepushedalittlehardertosignadefensivesplittingpasserbyinthesummerbutinsteadgaveprioritytotheirdefenseandattack

So with another hard-to-break team waiting for them this Saturday in the form of Southampton, Solskjaer Will have to make do with a tactical adjustment in midfield.

But what are his options and will they achieve the desired effect?

How did United settle down at the moment?

It has been a consistent 4-2-3-1 system for United in their three opening games in the Premier League.

Pogba and Scott McTominay have formed the basis of midfield in all three games that are expected to protect the defense, as well as

Against Perez Chelsea, Andreas Pereira started in the No. 10 role with Rashford left and Lingard right.

But Pereira made no impression that afternoon and was replaced by Lingard's central position for Wolves' 1-1 draw, with James on the right.

Andreas Pereira started the season in the No 10-roll for United, but has since lost weight

Jesse Lingard is busy during Saturday's match against Palace in Old Trafford

This was replicated against Pala ce, but it soon became clear that United had become very dependent on the individual runs of their attacking speedsters to create opportunities.

With Palace leaning back, Rashford, Martial and James noticed that they encountered dead ends instead of highways.

What United shouted for a lock-picker to slide in passes behind the back line of the palace as these faster players advance.

Get the best out of Pogba

Pogba was inevitably the man United turned to a moment of inspiration as the Saturday game continued.

But the Frenchman was burdened by the duties of his deeper station next to McTominay and could not fully commit himself to the attack.

He tried to play as far as possible, but it was finally his home on the ball that invited a tackle from Christian Benteke that led to Patrick van Aanholt's injury time winner.

So much is expected from Pogba and this was a theme so lskjaer picked up the game from Saturday when he said: & We know that we don't have Roy Keane, Veron, Scholes, Giggs, Cantona in one player can get. & # 39;

Pogba expresses his frustrations during the first defeat of the season of United

Against the likes of Palace – and Southampton – perhaps it would be better to position Pogba farther forward alongside Lingard in an advanced midfield behind Martial in front.

If Pogba knew that his only job was to pass and create, rather than having to cover, he could even improve the already impressive 55 chances he created last season.

It would cause a bigger burden n on McTominay of course, but a back line that seemed considerably stronger for the summer acquisition of Harry Maguire should be able to withstand most teams.

This 4-1-4-1 would do Rashford and James everything, but United would also bear the extra threat in the middle.

Dan James celebrates the late equalizer of United on Saturday – but there was a late twist

Time to bring Kata back into the fold?

Juan Mata has just played 18 minutes this season and there were enough irritations that it would be 85 minutes for the Spaniard to get off the bench against Palace with United behind.

Kills is now 31, but you have passing skills and set-pieces skills that set him apart from the other forward options from United.

His eye for an effective pass would have been useful on Saturday and he has often made the difference first opponents defending in numbers.

Although his lack of pace makes him less useful in more open games against better opposition, Mata certainly plays a role at United.

There is certainly a case for playing him in the No. 10 position against Southampton on Saturday as a counterpoint to all that pace

Juan Mata is one of the few United players who can deliver a defense-splitting pass

Back to a 4-3-3?

Solskjaer, especially during his caretaker who was in charge of Old Trafford last season, a favorite on 4-3-3 formation as he watched to get the most out of his players.

Rashford, Martial and Lingard would form the foremost three, with Pogba, Nemanja Matic and Ander Herrera in midfield.

Herrera left in the summer and has not been replaced, while the days of Matic on Old Trafford also seem to be numbered.

The Serb has reportedly demanded his own talks with Solskjaer because he feels ignored because he has not yet played this season.

Matic can become stiffened, given that McTominay continues to place consistent displays in the same position and Solskjaer, who wants to put an emphasis on youth, favors him.

So McTominay and Pogba can be combined with Kills in a midfield three that still offers a nice balance.

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Scott McTominay remains deliver consistent performance on the basis of United & # 39; s midfield

Is there a chance of a diamond in midfield?

There were a couple and matches last season when Solskjaer bets 4-4-2 with a midfield diamond. One of them was in the 1-0 win over Tottenham in an attempt to match the Mauricio Pochettino system.

You could theoretically have a diamond with McTominay at the base, Pogba on the left, Kills on the right and Lingard at the moment, with Martial and Rashford ahead.

But the more compact form deprives United of the pace that Solskjaer seems to cherish, although it could certainly be an option in games against the top six.

Is there a way back for Fred?

It seems that United is sticking to their £ 52 million Brazilian maverick Fred despite interest from the Italian club Fiorentina.

He played in 25 games in all competitions last season, but struggled to reach the rank and his outings for Solskjaer in the spring coincided with a collapse in shape.

The £ 52 million United signs for Fred seems to be ready for another bit-part role during this season

If Fred does not move before the European transfer window closes on Monday, he is probably alone this season involved in the national cups and the Europa League.

But given United & # 39; s lack of options in midfield that Herrera and Marouane Fellaini lost in the past year, they may need him.

He plays in the two of a 4-2-3-1 on the rare occasions that he is likely to be selected.

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‘We want to be disgusting to play against’: The secrets of Ralph Hasenhuttl’s Southampton revolution

We are on the postcard of Schruns, nestled in the Austrian Alps, and Ralph Hasenhuttl is about to to put his Southampton players by their pace.

Located on a grandstand above the training field, it is impossible not to drink in the idyllic setting. Nearby, a ski jumper takes a flight from a dry slope with a soft whoosh. In the distance, a cable car winds up a lush green mountain before it disappears into the clouds.

But it is the field itself that has caught Martin Keown's attention. Specifically, the tram lines painted on the surface.

Martin Keown has found that Hasenhuttl puts his players to work in Austria

These, we are told, are to help the coaches of Southampton follow the movements of the players as they study images of the session.

Above us, a cameraman towers in a cherry picker, ready to start filming. Rest is broken when Hasenhuttl goes to work. The hills live with the sound of barked tactical instruction.

Today, he shows his players how to hunt like a pack or the way he & # 39; just & # 39; calls.

The 23 players in the field are arranged in a single formation across the field and grouped by starting position. Hasenhuttl and his coaches defend the opposition.

He has the ball and when he passes his right, that is the signal for the Southampton attackers to turn. The exercises are repeated and refined before the players split into teams for a practice match.

Every press, every tackle, every interception is greeted with enthusiasm by the boss.

Players hardly get a second to make a decision before an opponent is on them.

After the session, we go to the hotel team to meet the architect of this new look in Southampton when Pierre-Emile Hojbjerg, the captain, stops for a chat.

& # 39; We want to be disgusting to play against, & # 39; he shouts.

All of this leaves Keown excited to find out more about the Ralph revolution …

Hasenhuttl & # 39; s attention to detail helped him keep Southampton in the Premier League

KEOWN : It was fascinating to see you train. I can't remember seeing a more detailed session. It seemed that you were working at times to print.

HASENHUTTL : Triggers impressions.

KEOWN : What is your trigger?

HASENHUTTL : It can be a long pass. It takes a long time for the ball to reach the next player.

This is the moment when we can go to the ball and put pressure on the man who gets it. If we do it together and have the right distances between the players, we have a good chance of winning the ball in areas where we can overload players.

KEOWN : I heard Jurgen Klopp say that winning the high ball is better than a No. 10.

HASENHUTTL : That is the philosophy that I focus on. The best playmaker is the ball winner. Statistically, the chance of creating a goal is greater within 10 seconds of winning the ball. owned; lose the ball; win the ball. If you are good in all four parts, you have a good chance of winning.

KEOWN : When you arrived in December, Southampton had once won under Mark Hughes. The players didn't seem to have the right level of understanding.

Southampton had won a competition the entire season when Hasenhuttl replaced Hughes in December

HASSENHUTTL : It was not an easy situation. For this kind of football you have to be fit, you have to sprint a lot, you have to be tactical. I can say that we didn't really have much out of these three parts!

KEOWN : How did the players understand your philosophy?

HASENHUTTL : It was more about showing video & # 39; s. That is what we do before every session.

KEOWN : What do you show them?

HASENHUTTL : Tactical animations. They know exactly where their position is when we chase the ball and how to shift, how to attack.

This is more about training (at this point he taps his head) than on the field.

KEOWN : Is there a danger that if you give the players too much information, they will lose some of that individual flair or the ability to think for themselves?

HASENHUTTL : No, I don't think so. It helps their creativity. If they know exactly where to go, if they win the ball. But the game doesn't start when we have the ball. Our game starts when the opponent has the ball.

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Hasenhuttl has been compared to Klopp because of his urgent style of football

That this training camp takes place in Hasenhuttl & # 39; s native country Austria is pure coincidence, the location that is primarily chosen for its facilities.

The 51-year-old is from Graz – about 370 miles east – and made up his coaching style across the border in the regional competitions of Germany.

He took Ingolstadt from the depths of the second row to the Bundesliga before leading RB Leipzig to second place and the Champions League in their first top-flight campaign.

& # 39; I was very lucky because I started in the fourth round, he explains. "In the beginning you can make a few mistakes because you are not that focused."

Keown would like to discover the players and coaches who have had his greatest influence.

KEOWN : Growing up, my idol was Kevin Keegan. Who inspired you?

HASENHUTTL : As a player I had a few idols, but that is not really interesting anymore. I was a striker and focused on boys like Marco van Basten, but as a coach I want to make my own footsteps.

I was always a bit compared to Jurgen because my core work works against the ball.

Hasenhuttl says that Southampton has four different systems that they can implement at any time

Pep Guardiola has a fantastic game against the ball. They (Manchester City) are often reduced to possession, but no one sees that he has a very good game against the ball.

Everyone is trying to go their own way and I am very convinced of what we do.

KEOWN : How can you adapt to a team like City?

HASENHUTTL : We have four different forms. We can always switch very quickly.

Last year we started 4-2-2-2 in many games and switched to 5-2-3. The basis in every form is the same.

Last year we changed the shape three times against Bournemouth. Their manager (Eddie Howe) is very smart and tries to change like me. Tactically it was a demanding game. But that is modern football.

KEOWN : Did you watch Ajax a lot last year? They are very interesting with their broad players, the way in which they are overloaded on one side and then become central. Did you look at that?

HASENHUTTL : As you can imagine, we watch almost every game around the world.

If you stop learning as a coach and as a manager you will not be successful. I never stopped learning, watching, developing.

KEOWN : You lost your first game to Cardiff. Has the Premier League been tough as you expected?

HASENHUTTL : Harder. After the first game I knew it would be difficult. After the second game, when we won against Arsenal, I knew we could make it.

We made an almost perfect match – fantastic printing at the right time, defending together – but we could still have lost. ]

KEOWN : How did you strengthen the self-confidence of the players?

HASENHUTTL : First I had to be clear that I could do this work in English

KEOWN : Your English is excellent! Where did you learn?

HASENHUTTL : At school … but don't tell my English teacher that I am now the manager of the Premier League club. He would think: & # 39; That is not possible! & # 39;

If you are convinced that you can develop a team so that you have to be brave and do it in English. The players quickly understood what I wanted to say.

Nathan Redmond signed a new contract after flowering under Hasenhuttl last season

Two players who quickly record Hasenhuttl & # 39; s teachings were Nathan Redmond and James Ward-Prowse. Both men struggled for form under Hughes before ending the campaign for the England squad.

KEOWN : Redmond and Ward-Prowse were unrecognizable after you arrived.

HASENHUTTL : With Reddy it was not very difficult to develop it. He has fantastic quality one by one, but you have to put him in a position where he can score.

KEOWN : There was a moment today when he gave the ball away because he took the ball away too long. He might have thought of taking refuge, but he should pass it. You said nothing. How do you stop yourself to intervene?

HASENHUTTL : I am always very critical of him. Every interception I have not made today, you can be sure that they will be heard when I watch the videos. And they know that.

I cannot concentrate on everything. That is why we film every session. But I don't care much about wrong decisions. I care more about him if he is not part of our net, or if he loses the ball and stands still. It drives me crazy and then makes me crazy!

KEOWN : How did you develop Ward-Prowse?

HASENHUTTL : With Prowsey, he's a fantastic soccer player, but he wasn't sharp enough against the ball.

He is incredibly good physically. He can play 90 matches without problems for three matches a week.

I am very happy that there were no rumors about him this summer. A player like him, for a top six club in England, is always interesting.

Hasenhuttl has Ward-Prowse & # 39; s physicality praised and feared that he could lose it this summer

KEOWN : What have you done with the standard of young English players since you arrived?

HASENHUTTL : The competition is the best in the world. If you have the chance to play as a young English player in this competition, it is normal for you to become one of the best players in the world.

Look how high the quality is in this competition. I call it Champions League all year round. In our club the English player has a big chance to play. This is our Southampton way. It is without alternative because we do not have big money to buy big stars. I see international games under 21 and see how many good English players there are.

Young Phil Foden, for example, is an incredible player. You don't have to worry about English football now.

KEOWN : You played Yan Valery and Michael Obafemi last season. You seem happy to give young players a chance.

HASENHUTTL : I can trust them in the big games. They have less stress than experienced players because they have nothing to lose. Working with young players is like a flower. Water it, take care of it and it can be beautiful.

Southampton head in their opening match on the back of an undefeated preseason

That week in the mountains was just the ticket. Southampton travels to Burnley this afternoon after an unbeaten preseason.

After last season's narrow escape from relegation, the finish in the upper half must be the goal.

KEOWN : You have Burnley as the first road, ending only one place above you. I've watched your first six games and every other game is winable.

HASENHUTTL : When you look at the Premier League, you ask: & # 39; Where do I get points … f * **! & # 39; Or you can say: & # 39; Why not? & # 39; At home in Liverpool we played a fantastic game. It was 1-1 to the 80th minute.

KEOWN : Arsene Wenger had a flipchart with the goals of the season. Did you write yours down? I want to cover you in the FA Cup final.

HASENHUTTL : I hope so! We have daily goals. We want to improve our game and work on the basic principles. Maybe we can finish 10th – that would be a big, big success – but we don't want to wear a backpack with stones.

Keep the goals more visible, because then you can work on them. Then the big goals come our way. That is my philosophy.

Ralph Hasenhuttl and Martin Keown were talking to James Restall.

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