did i say she fine

squint at where you’re from

oops sometimes you gotta

spoilers for 413, bellamy/clarke, 1600 words, gen. AO3!


Even though it’s not really the same as coming down in the first time, Bellamy still has this strange sense of deja vu as he looks at the door. The ship is smaller, he has fewer people with him, he feels both more and less sure of what he’ll find. They tried to hit the only spot of green they could see, but the controls are a mess, so he’s not sure they got to it. The whole fucking ship is a mess, built out of whatever scrap they could salvage. Even with six years to perfect it, the thing is still held together with spit and prayer, according to Raven.

But it got them to the ground. They’re back.

“Just open the fucking door!” says Raven, and Bellamy lets out a long breath and finally hits the release.

He knows what he’s hoping for: clean air, plants, blue sky. And he gets all of those.

He just also gets a girl, maybe ten or eleven, with brown hair in braids, pointing a gun at him. Which is honestly fairly encouraging; someone survived, and they have firearms. So she probably came out of the bunker.

He puts his hands up on reflex.

“Hey, uh–we come in peace,” he tries, and then says it again in Trig, for good measure. He doesn’t recognize her, but that doesn’t mean anything. She could be from another clan; there are plenty of them he doesn’t know. Or–his heart trips on the thought–she could be a nightblood. She could have survived because of that, and if she survived–

The girl pulls her gun back and looks at him critically. “Are you Bellamy Blake?”

He blinks a few times. “Um, yeah. I’m Bellamy Blake.”

“Really?”

She sounds skeptical, which doesn’t make any fucking sense. She’s the one who brought it up. There’s no reason for her not to believe him.

“Yeah, really. Did you come out of the bunker? Is my sister with you? Octavia?”

You’re Bellamy?” she says, like she didn’t hear him. She’s making a face like something smells odd. “I thought you’d be taller.”

Taller?” he asks.

Raven pokes her head out. “It’s been five minutes and you’re already being held at gunpoint? You sure have a way with people, Bellamy.”

“Look, we don’t want to hurt you,” he tells the girl. “Just–”

“I know,” she says. “You just want to see Clarke.”

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  • what she says: I'm fine
  • what she means: In Cabinet Battle #2 Jefferson asks Hamilton: "Did you forget Lafayette?" when Hamilton didn't want to help the French win independence. But a few songs earlier in What'd I Miss Jefferson states: "I helped Lafayette draft a declaration then I said 'I gotta go, I gotta be in Monticello.' Now the work at home begins." Why did Jefferson ask Hamilton that when Jefferson is the one who left Lafayette to deal with France, just so Jefferson could go back home and relax. Wasn't he the ambassador to France at that time? Isn't Jefferson the one who didn't even mention France again until Cabinet Battle #2, a whole six songs after What'd I Miss. Why didn't anyone call Jefferson out on his hypocrisy?

What she says: I’m fine
What she means: how did i NOT fucking notice that jeff does not appear in the current timeline in 13 Reasons Why and only shows up in the flashback scenes how did I ever miss that i am so pissed off at myself that i let that shock me there is no excuse for that and i deserve every iota of sadness and contempt i have manifested

  • what she says: I'm fine
  • what she means: I DID NOT EXPECT THIS BUT THE BOLD TYPE IS SUCH AN AMAZING SHOW ABOUT WOMEN, ABOUT WOMEN SUPPORTING AND MENTORING OTHER WOMEN, DISCOVERING THEIR SEXUALITY, DEALING WITH SEXISM, MISOGYNY, PATRIARCHY, XENOPHOBIA, ISLAMOPHOBIA, HETERONORMATIVITY, RAPE CULTURE, ABOUT WOMEN AND THEIR PERSONAL AND PROFESSIONAL UPS AND DOWNS, ABOUT WOMEN AND THEIR FRIENDSHIPS AND WHOLE SPECTRUM OF DIFFERENT RELATIONSHIPS THEY HAVE, FROM ROMANTIC TO PROFESSIONAL, ABOUT WOMEN TAKING WHAT THEY WANT, ABOUT WOMEN MAKING MISTAKES AND OWNING UP TO THEM, ABOUT WOMEN BEING SHY, BOLD, LOVABLE, MEAN, WARM, COLD, DEMANDING, SUPPORTIVE, JUDGEMENTAL, FREE, IT'S ABOUT...WOMEN AND IF IT'S NOT RENEWED FOR SEASON 2, I'M GONNA CRY MY EYES OUT.
Jimin Is Away; Autumn, Chapter Eleven

Summary: Jimin, despite everything the two of you have been through, is slowly fading from your life. But when you find someone to fill the void, Jimin starts to act strange

Word Count: 2003

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A/N: I know its late…I’m sorry OTL

Originally posted by blackgirlslovebts

Y/N yawned as she walked down the long hallway to her apartment, shivering and cuddling deeper into the sweatshirt she had stolen from Hoseok that night. She approached the door with bleary eyes, sighing when the door opened without force. Jimin left the door unlocked, again. She hurried into the warmth and shut the door behind her, kicking off her boots with shivering limbs.

“Jimin?” she called softly, turning around to observe the surroundings of the apartment. She noticed the television first, shimmering in the dark and playing “First Wives Club” on the screen. Then, on the old couch laid Jimin, his hands were crossed on top of his chest while he stared at her from his relaxed position.

“It’s midnight Y/N.” he said knowingly, and Y/N could see his eyebrow pull up into a suggestive stare. She rolled her eyes.

“It’s not what you think, I honestly fell asleep,” she walked to him. “Now budge up and make room.” She tapped his legs. Instead of sitting up, Jimin just lifted his legs into the air, grinning at Y/N cheekily. She huffed and sat down, allowing his legs to fall into her lap. The two of them sat in silence for a bit, watching Goldie Hawn have her mental breakdown scene before Y/N spoke up first.

“So, what’s been bothering you?”

Jimin sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He pursed his lips, grabbing one of Y/N’s hands. She watched him interlace their fingers and run his thumb across her palm, biting his lip in thought. He started to play with her fingers when he answered back.

“I just don’t want to talk to some people.” His voice was soft and vulnerable and Y/N couldn’t help but grab his hand with concern in her eyes.

“Do I have to beat someone up?” she said it teasingly, but Jimin knew she was as serious as a heart attack.

“No Y/N…Wheein is just kinda being an ass lately. That’s all.” He mumbled. Y/N felt her heart twinge in anger, her brows furrowing.

“Well, what happened?”

“Just some bullshit argument we got into, I don’t know, maybe I’m the one that’s at fault and I’m just being bitchy or something?” his eyes looked up at her softly, the innocence and struggle inside them showed Y/N that Jimin couldn’t have been at fault. She sighed, her heart filling with sympathy for her best friend.

“I mean, you seem fine, what did she say?”

“I can show you the chat, I honestly don’t want to have to read it out…” he picked up his phone from the side table behind him, unlocking it and pulling up the conversation

Wheein: Heyyy Jimin~

Jimin: Hey what’s up?

Wheein: Nothing much, you?

Jimin: Nothing much…

Wheein: So, when are you coming over?

Jimin: I don’t know if I can tonight, I got a lot of hw to do

Wheein: You can just do it here!

Jimin: It’s kind of like project stuff I have to do with a hyung. I really don’t think I can come…

Wheein: Oh, c’mon Jimin we’ve had this planned all week

Jimin: I know, I’m sorry;

Wheein: Are you really not going to come over? I had a whole night planned for us!

Jimin: I don’t think I can

Wheein: Holy shit are you serious?! Wtf Jimin?!

Jimin: Look, I’m sorry okay, I told you when we planned this it might not work out

Wheein: I didn’t think you were serious

Jimin: Well, I was

Wheein: I really can’t believe you

Jimin: I think I’m going to go

Wheein: Sure, whatever

Y/N handed Jimin his phone back when she was done, mulling over the conversation Jimin had had yesterday.

“I don’t know, do you think I was out of line?” Jimin spoke up, biting his lips nervously at Y/N’s answer.

“Not really…you did make plans, but you said it might not work out because of the project. If anything, she was the one being a bitch, not you.” She said honestly and Jimin chuckled.

“Yeah? I just didn’t want to go over yesterday. Sometimes it’s just hard being there.” He admitted.

“Why is it hard?” Jimin could tell she was confused, so he sighed, looking at his fingers play with hers as he talked.

“I just feel like I’m expected to act a certain way when I’m there and I hate that. The problems solved though because I can just pretend I’m busy.” Y/N stared at Jimin pointedly and he gulped when he saw her expression.”

“That’s not solving the problem though, you need to talk with her and tell her why you feel like that.” She explained, sending him a small smile, “Just know I’m always here for you.”

“Thanks, Y/N. I’m glad you’re here to talk to.” He smiled back and they were thrusted into silence once again. Y/N allowed Jimin to continue playing with her hand while se aimlessly watched the movie in front of her.

“Have you thought about what you want to do after college?” Jimin asked suddenly, making Y/N jump.

“I-I’m not sure yet…you?”

“I think I want to just really get out of here and go someplace totally new you know?” Jimin’s eyes shined with stars and Y/N smiled softly at his dreamy expression.

“I can understand that. You’ve always talked about going to a bigger city and starting your dancing career.” Y/N chuckled and Jimin nodded eagerly.

“You know me so well~ But I’d probably stay wherever I am for a while though. I don’t know, but planning so far out can be silly.”

“So much could change” Y/N pointed out, and Jimin hummed in agreement.

“And I don’t see myself settling down any time soon. Like, I honestly can’t see myself even having kids.” Jimin admitted and Y/N bit her lip.

“Why do you say that?”

“I just don’t see myself wanting a family, I just want to able to take life as it comes.” He spoke excitedly and Y/N forced a smile.

“Yeah, that’s a really good philosophy for you Jimin.” She forced a chuckle.

“Hopefully it works out. You’re not going to settle down straight out, are you?”

“I don’t think I’ll settle down straight away. Hoseok told me he wants to have a family though, so maybe it’ll happen once I get my career settled out?” Y/N felt Jimin grip her hand a little too tightly, looking down to find a scowl on his face.

“You’re too smart for that Y/N. You should travel and be free for a while. Learn some more, you have too much potential to just settle down with Hoseok after a few years of work.” Jimin let the pent-up anger he had lace into his words and Y/N pursed her lips.

“You’re not just saying that because you don’t like Hoseok, right?” she asked. Y/N knew Jimin wasn’t fond of her boyfriend, she could see it in the way he looked at him. However, Jimin tried to get along with him for her, so she couldn’t complain. Jimin huffed and forced a smile.

“No. Of course not. If you do decide to leave, and we end up together in the same city, we could still be roommates.” He laughed.

“Oh, the pain! No, I’d like that.” She poked her tongue out at him playfully and Jimin smiled.

“Thanks for letting me talk about that, whenever I talk about the future with Wheein she always gets so upset.” Jimin confessed.

“Why does she get upset?”

“I guess she doesn’t want me to go far away, but I guess she knows I’d leave without her.” He said sheepishly, rubbing his cold nose.

“You’d really leave her?” Y/N hadn’t meant for her voice to sound hopeful, but she seemed to be the only one who noticed it.

“Yeah, I guess later, she’s going through a very tough time right now though. She wants to be a more serious couple.” Y/N paused for a moment before speaking.

“What do you mean by more serious?” Jimin sighed, sitting up and moving closer to Y/N. His chest was flushed with her side, his hand gripping hers tightly. Her heart shouldn’t have picked up like the way it did, but she quickly pushed the feeling out of her mind.

“This is pretty personal, so don’t tell anyone, okay?” Jimin stared at her seriously, his gaze sharp.

 “I won’t, I promise.” Y/N nodded.

“Me and Wheein…haven’t had sex. I think she wanted to try last night while her roommate was out.” Jimin said softly. Y/N let out an ‘oh’ and broke Jimin’s gaze.

“Well…do you want to?” She asked, the hand that Jimin wasn’t gripping to death rubbing the back of her neck.

“No, I don’t think I’m ready for that with her at least. She’s tried to get me to a couple of times, but I managed to fend her off. It’s just really annoying to keep turning her down when she knows that I don’t want to do that.” Jimin confessed and Y/N felt a sudden urge to protect the guy sitting next to her.

“Just wait until you’re ready Jimin. It’s okay to not to want to have sex.”

“Sometimes I feel weird about it though; I feel like I should’ve done it by now.” Y/N noticed the blush rise in Jimin’s cheeks, so she squeezed his hand, giving him a small smile.

“You’re definitely not weird Jimin, it’s your life. You shouldn’t have to feel pressured to do something because everyone else around you have.”

“Thanks, Y/N.” Jimin pauses, blushing softly, “H-Have you had sex yet?” he was biting his lips and avoiding her gaze and Y/N chuckled, squeezing his hand with a small smile on her face.

“No, I haven’t.” Y/N repressed a giggle when she saw Jimin’s shoulders relax, he was being cute.

“Then were in the same boat. Thanks for talking with me about it.” He smiled and Y/N gave him one in return.

“We can talk anytime Jimin.” She said reassuringly. Jimin smiled at her sheepishly.

“Sorry I stole so much of your time talking about random stuff. You’re probably so tired.” Jimin went back to playing with her fingers, his hair slightly falling into his eyes. Y/N sighed and brushed his hair aside, looking at him in the eyes.

“Its fine, really.” Her voice was soft and Jimin couldn’t help the appreciation that filled his eyes.

“I feel like we’re different now, but in a good way.” He smiled.

“I feel that way too.” Y/N nodded, running the tips of her fingers across Jimin’s cheek. “You’re such a good…” she paused trying to find the right word. “…friend.” Y/N sighed, avoiding Jimin’s gaze because of her lackluster word. There was so much she wanted to say, but with the pretenses of the relationships they were in, she was afraid of saying something that would be inappropriate. She watched Jimin’s smile fall, his hand dropping hers. Y/N suddenly felt colder than before, retracting her hand and shoving it into the pocket of her hoodie.

“And you are too Y/N.” he said stiffly, removing his legs from her lap and standing, “I should get to bed, I have work in the morning.” He moved away from her, walking down the hallway to his room. Y/N quickly jumped up, following him,

“Jimin!” she called. He turned around and his eyes widened in shock when Y/N suddenly enveloped him in a hug. Her arms were tight around his torso and Jimin hesitantly returned her affection.

“Y-Y/N?

“Jimin, you know I care for you so much right?” she mumbled softly.

“Yeah, of course.” He let go of her, looking down into her eyes. “Are you alright?”

“You deserve a better word than ‘friend’, Jimin…so much better.” Jimin felt his heart jump, suddenly his face felt way too warm and his hands felt way too clammy. “I just want you to know that.” Y/N sighed, rubbing Jimin’s shoulder before leaving him alone in the hallway with a racing heart and a conflicted mind.

  • what she says: I'm fine
  • what she means: why did that one guy Antok in the Blade of Marmora have a tail? like he clearly has a long black tail. was it part of his uniform? that wouldn't make any sense because none of the other members look like they have tails. none of the other Galra in general seem to have tails. do all Galra have tails and they just hide them under their clothes? or is it just a thing that some of them have? is it genetic? or maybe it's the trait of another alien species and Antok is only part Galra like Lotor and his generals? either way, are they born with it, or does it grow in later in life? is it a recessive trait? since Keith looks mostly human does that mean he didn't inherit it, or does he have a tail and he's always hid it under his DOES KEITH FROM VOLTRON HAVE A TAI

Mother Nature, when I tell her that a snow day would actually really mess up my plans and make everything a million times harder.

anonymous asked:

prompt: Rosa goes to a classy hotel bar in London to get over a slump and hooks up with a lady (quill? ;)) except she accidentally calls out Ginas name whoops ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Of all the prompts, this one got the most out of hand, lmao, but it’s probably because we’ve discussed it before, Michelle (nice try with the anon, though, you’re fooling no one), and I had Ideas. 

Behold, Rosa trying to get over Gina by sleeping with a hot weirdo, only for said hot weirdo to prod her into going back to win her girl. 

You can also read it on AO3!

I’ve never written for B99 before so I’m pretty nervous, so please let me know how I did!!


It really sucks, having feelings.

After the whole “jail” fiasco, that she does her hardest to forget everything about, things should really have gone back to normal. But they don’t. She breaks up with Adrian, because even though there’s a part of her that he’ll always get in a way no one else will, she’s not sure it’s a part of herself she wants emphasised.

Really, it all comes down to Gina. And being really fucking mad at herself when it comes to everything about Gina. Gina being with someone else, Gina being happy with someone else.

Rosa possibly having once had the power to avoid all of that, if she hadn’t denied her own feelings for so long. For too long.

She’s missed her shot. And it really fucking sucks.

She tells everyone she needs a vacation to clear her head after the Hawkins thing. Really, she just needs a break from everyone and everything familiar to her. A chance to forget. A chance to go somewhere she doesn’t know, and drink until things feel less shit.

She buys a ticket to London, and there’s two Nancy Myers movies on the plane. On one hand, they make her feel better, but they also remind her of Adrian and how much she fucked that up (he had not taken the break up particularly well, but given his disposition, it could have been a lot worse). Also, thinking about romance isn’t ideal at all. She puts on action movies for the rest of it, but avoids Die Hard because it makes her think of the Nine Nine too much.

London, it turns out, is comforting in the sense that it’s big and busy like New York, but also totally unlike New York in its own way too. Best of both - different, but not enough to disorientate.

She checks into her hotel and then heads out to find a bar after dressing up a bit. After playing it rough for so long, she hasn’t had a chance to wear a nice dress in a while, so she tries to find a place that’s a bit classier.

The place she ends up in has nice booths and well dressed patrons that don’t look too boring, so Rosa is counting it all as a plus. She sits at the bar, orders three shots of tequila to start, and downs them instantly. Then she orders a glass of whiskey and nurses it more slowly.

It’s a couple of minutes before another glass of the same is put in front of her.

“I didn’t ask for this,” Rosa says to the bartender.

He just nods towards one of only two corners of the room visible from where Rosa is sitting, and she follows his gaze to the blonde woman sitting in the corner booth and watching her intently.

Rosa eyes for her a moment, finishes her first whiskey without breaking eye contact, and takes the gifted whiskey with her to the stranger’s booth.

“Hey,” Rosa says, nodding before sitting down.

“Hey yourself,” comes the reply, as the really very attractive stranger sips at her extremely colourful drink. She’s got a blonde bob and bangs - or do British people call it a ‘fringe’? - and it’s not a hairstyle Rosa’s particularly cared for before, but somehow this woman makes it look different.

“Thanks for the drink.”

“I’ve got to admit, I wasn’t sure it was going to work,” the woman says, making a face. “This is my first time trying any of this stuff, I don’t really understand all of the social cues.”

“Solid half of all social cues are dumb as hell anyway, don’t worry about it,” Rosa says, shrugging. “Besides, you did it just fine.”

“Did I really?” She looks rather impressed with herself. “Huh.”

They fall into a long, awkward silence. Rosa realises that she is going to have to be the one to advance the conversation by way of personal inquiries. It’s a fairly horrific thought.

“… what’s your name?” she asks, resisting the urge to make a face just from having to get the question out.

“Quill. You?”

“… Rosa.” She’s not sure if Quill has given her first name or her surname, but realistically, she doesn’t really need to know.

“I’ve not met many Americans,” Quill says after a brief silence, voice thoughtful. “I work with one, but she’s overly short and rather irritating. Scared of me, though, which is nice.”

Rosa smirks. “All of my colleagues are scared of me. Even though they’re my friends, too. Still terrified. It’s pretty awesome.”

“Impressive,” Quill replies, lifting an eyebrow. “What’s your occupation?”

“I’m a cop, NYPD. You?”

“Schoolteacher,” Quill says, making a face of extreme distaste. “Unfortunately. Physics. I teach physics. To a bunch of idiotic, obnoxious teenagers.”

“Yeah, teenagers are the worst,” Rosa agrees. “I could never do that.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty shit.” Quill takes a large gulp of her drink. “So, what brings you to this side of the earth, then? I’m assuming the NY is for New York.”

“Duh,” Rosa says, trying to act like she hasn’t tensed up at the thought of what - or rather, who - has driven her here. “And, I dunno. Dumb stuff. Needed a change of scenery. And to not see anyone I know for a while.”

For some reason, Quill finds that strangely amusing, and snorts into her drink. Rosa narrows her eyes at her.

“What?”

“Nothing,” Quill says. “You’re just not a very good liar.”

“Excuse you, I’m an amazing liar,” Rosa growls.

“Prove it.”

Rosa lifts an eyebrow. “Okay. Two truths, one lie. You played before?” Quill shakes her head, but her eyes are intent, serious, and interested. She’s game. Rose normally despises this game, despises telling other people anything about herself. However, she also never backs down from a challenge. “Exactly what it sounds like. I say two truths and a lie. You try to work out which one is the lie.”

Quill quirks an eyebrow, and her lips twitch too. “Alright.”

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Here’s the finished artwork of the Collaboration with @br00kie-draws . She did them fine lines ( if i do say so myself HA ) and diddly waddly colored here and there. Sunset pallettes are dreamy, don’t you think? OH! Don’t forgot to follow the lovely Brooke! ( she deserved some lovin there )

Oh yeah then again here’s a Speedpaint of it:

[Mark] Racing Hearts (Chapter 3)

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I get out of my car, hot and exhausted. It’s my first full day of training, without any interruption coming from the almighty Tuna, and I had forgotten how tiring driving could be. I am a little rusty, but not as much as I thought I would be. I know I have this in my blood. I mean, I’ve managed to pull that handbrake stunt after 10 years without practicing it. I did faint after that, but I did it.

“Siv, you’re doing great, really, but I know you can corner faster than that.” Xav tells me, and I know he’s right but I can’t tell him that.

“I can’t do five thousand an hour in a corner.” I retort because I’m bratty, and head towards the exit to go and have a well-deserved shower.

“Well ten years ago, you’d be much closer than that number.”  He retorts.

“I think she did just fine.” Someone says before I can defend myself. The man, who had been leaning against the fence guarding the bleachers, pushes himself off of it and ambles towards us. He has long, gray hair, smiley and wrinkly eyes, and he’s Asian.

“Ray.” He says, stretching his hand out.

“Sivan.” I reply, shaking his hand. He smiles at me and points above his shoulder.

“I’m Mark’s trainer.” He says, and my face falls.

“Oh.”

“And I also happen to be his father.” He adds. My god.

“Oh.”

“Yes.” He shrugs, sinking his hands down in his pockets.

“Your son is a dickhead.” I inform him, in case he doesn’t know. I give him a tap on the shoulder, because it must be hard to have a son like that, and walk on towards the exit. He’s trained by his father, how classical. I bet he doesn’t know shit about racing. Talking about him, Tuna comes in my field of view as I get closer to the exit. He’s in the starting blocks with his submissive brunette and another guy. Probably another trainer. He’s talking to him, the trainer, but the submissive had her arms around one of his, and she doesn’t look like she’s listening but still had her dreamy eyes glued on his face. He doesn’t acknowledge her; I don’t think he ever does, but lets her be.

Poor thing.

I shake my head at them, but can’t seem to be able to look away. It is actually quite interesting. If she’s here, it’s obviously because he wants her to be here, but then he doesn’t seem to give the slightest fuck about her.  And she’s happy with it- because she gets to be called his girlfriend. When they finish talking and the presumed trainer steps back, his eyes snap up as if he had sensed my presence while the brunette kisses the corner of his mouth. The look in his eyes is impassible, he almost looks as indifferent as I am about him. I actually don’t care about the way he looks at me, but I find it funny that we hate each other for the same reasons.

I walk past him, full of disdain and scorn. And as I’m about to leave the track, I see a Kyosho TS020 coming from afar, zooming past me to park in the starting blocks. Our Kyosho. My blood cools for a nanosecond, and then starts to boil when I realize I’m not the one driving it. I turn on my heels so quickly I almost bump into Xav.

“Who took this car out?!” I yell as a crew member steps out of the car. I know it’s not that guy, because crew members only bring the car to the racer that asked for it. But that Half of the people here should know who that car belongs to. Hell, all of Reno should know.

“Kamron!” I call for an explanation. My uncle is cleaning his hands with his rug, and looks like he has no idea what’s happening. I am fuming, pacing over to the car, ready to snatch the keys and destroy everyone. Who dared defying me like that?

“I did.”

I lift my eyes around and find Tuna fastening his helmet over his head while walking towards the car, all zipped up in his dark grey suit. Oh, no. Oh, no, he did not.

Something twitches inside of me, some like a switch that triggers an internal tidal wave of heat. Not like physical heat, but heat of emotion. Fury. And I’ve not felt like that in a long time. It goes from my head to my toes and back. And with a little bit of hindsight regarding my state, I tell myself that at this level of fury, had I had a weapon near me, I seriously think I would have killed him.

My brain over heats and I can’t think anymore. I could kill him before even realizing it. And he looks so fucking scornful. Even after I flat out beat him he still manages to look at me like I’m a piece of shit, when he is the biggest douchebag I’ve ever met.

“This car is mine!” I shout at him, clenching my fists. No one else can drive this car. No one. He would never forgive me. I would never forgive myself.

The small crowd in the starting blocks goes quiet. I have twenty, maybe twenty-five people staring at me.

“Yours is the Bugatti. Stop fussing.” Tuna sighs, calm and content and stupid.

“And this one as well, you’re not driving it!” I retort, taking furious steps towards him, ready to swing at him. Violence is the only way I can react with him.

“The hell, I’m not.” I hear him mutter, and he opens the door. A primal growl escapes my throat, and I bolt towards him, like a lioness protecting her offspring, but I was already too far to catch up.

“No!” I shout as he gets in, slamming the door closed. My car. This is my car, and this guy is going to drive it as if it was nothing. As if it was meaningless!

I hear the motor roar. A sound I hadn’t hear in years. It shakes me to my bones. How dares he?

He drives off at light speed before I cm pull it out of it.

“Motherfucker!” I yell, watching our car go. I’m not letting him to this, there is no fucking way. I run towards my car.

“Sivan, Calm down.” Xav says, holding his hands in the air and preventing me from reaching the driver’s side. I heave and shove him away.

“He’s not driving our car! It’s ours!” I tell him before getting inside my Bugatti. I drive off the opposite direction, my intention being to force him to stop.

“Sivan, stop!” Somebody, Elijah or maybe Sam shouts in the micro phone. I’m not listening to anybody, just my heart telling me I can’t let anyone drive this car.

My hands are trembling around the steering wheel. I don’t have my gloves, nor my helmet, and I’m reaching 200 mph. After three corners, the Kyosho comes into view. I speed up, adrenaline pumping through my veins so fast, I don’t think I’ll hesitate to hit him head on. 

I set my course that way, drive straight towards the incoming car. And at this moment all I can think of is making him stop. I can die while doing so, but he can’t drive this car.

“Sivan!” Someone calls again., and can’t see anything anymore. It’s blurry, but I can see the car coming towards me. I can’t see because I have tears in my eyes, because I’m crying, and I hate this man and I’m going to kill him. He’s going to pay for this. Taking over the school was a thing, almost killing me was a thing, telling me blond doesn’t suit me was another, but this-

“Sivan, stop!”

I swing to the left, turning my car perpendicularly so he can’t avoid me and either crashes against my car or stops. He swings to the right and hits his brakes.

“Sivan!”

I hear the sharp noise of the hot tires against the track, and he’s drifting away, but stopping. I let go of the steering wheel, out of breath, my chest rising and falling furiously, and my legs trembling. Now I can kill him.

I open the door and storm out of my car. I pace towards the Kyosho as Tuna steps out. He takes his helmet off and throws it to the ground, but he has no idea I al way, way more furious than he is.

“Shit, are you crazy?!” He shouts at me, and I soon as I’m close enough I punch him in the face.

“Don’t you ever touch our car again!” I yell, louder than him while he stumbles back, and shove at his chest until he falls to the ground.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” He screams while I kneel down, and I punch him again, with all the strength I have left. Left fist, right fist, I’m not counting the blows. He’s protecting his face with his arms but he’s not fighting back. I hit him and hit him and my knuckles hurt but I am a tornado of fury. I want him to bleed, to hurt, to never want to defy me again.

“It’s our car, it’s ours!” I yell and get up, and kick him in the ribs. “You don’t have the right to drive that car! Who the fuck do you think you are?!”

“Fuck, stop!” He shouts and crabs my foot. I try to pull it out of his grip but he sits up and circles his arms around my thighs, making me stumble and fall back, the back of my head hitting the hard ground.

“Ah!” I cry and hiss, my head hurting, and before I can proceed what is going on, he’s hovering over me, pinning my hands on either side of my head. I look up at him, and I still can’t see anything because of the tears but his face has gone from again to shocked. I hear the steady thud noises of people running on the concrete. I know they are coming to separate us, but I’m not done with him.

“I’m going to kill you.” I tell him, writhing and trying to get my hands around his neck. “I’ll fucking kill you, you son of a bitch.”

My struggle is vain, because Kameron, Elijah, Sam, Xav, and Tuna’s crew arrive at the scene and pull us apart.

“Come on, guys, that’s enough.” Kam says, as calmly as ever, grabbing Tuna by the shoulder and lifting him off me. I get on my feet as well and shove everyone out of my way. I open the Kyosho and get a glimpse of the inside. The leather is blue.

Blue.

I grab the keys and slam the door closed.

“No one else can drive this car, okay?!” I yell, making sure my audience hears the message. Tuna has a cut over his brow bone, and the cut on his lip reopened. Even though I just beat the shit out of him, he doesn’t look annoyed nor angry, confused and pensive.

“No one!” I repeat, and throw the keys to Kameron so he can bring it back to the garage. He catches them but says nothing and everyone looks at me. I feel like a freak, like every single person here is judging me, but at least I got my car back.

I turn on my heels, not wanting to show them I’m crying, and get back inside my Bugatti. I drive myself back to the exit and leave the car with the keys in and the door open, my legs carrying me quickly to the lockers when I collapse on the floor.

And I am a crybaby. I cry a lot, because this is worst thing that could ever happen to me. He’s never going to forgive me.

-

I shower for a long, long time, mostly crying and sobbing, until my mind is clear, until I calm down. I shower with ice cold water to calm the fiery emotions inside me, and by the time I’m doe I’ve regained my composure. I don’t feel like killing Tuna anymore, but I do feel like making his life a living hell here. This has definitely made him my number one enemy. And I am not a mean person, I don’t go around bullying people, unless they are him. And I’ve never met anyone like him before, so careless, self-involved, pretentious, arrogant and rude.

The heavy metal door of the lockers’ room opens, but I don’t mind it, not until I hear the voice that speaks to me.

“Whatever is going on with this car, you didn’t tell me.” He says reproachfully, trying to clear his name. I have a moment of daze, mostly because I’m realizing I’m half naked giving my back to him. But then I realize he’s probably seen tons of butts in panties. I reach for my bra.

“I told you it was mine and you couldn’t drive it. That much should have been enough.” I retort.

“Not with me.” He says flatly.

‘Fuck you.”

I hear him.

“What’s the story behind this car?” He asks, his tone demanding.

“You can find it on the internet.” I grab my jeans. “I’d rather hear it from you.”

“I’m not telling you.”

“You were crying.”

I lift my eyes to the ceiling, sighing deeply. The dickhead saw me cry, and now he’s going to be kind to me.

“If you’re that curious, google me.” I tell him, zipping myself up.

“Have you googled me?” He challenges.

“No.” I reply, reaching for my T-shirt. “Because, I, unlike you, don’t want to know your story.”

I tune around to face him once I’m dressed, and see he’s still in his racing suit. And with the time that has passed, I can see faint bruises on his face. I’ve scratched him up; I’m happy with myself. But on the other hand, I don’t understand why he’s even talking to me. I beat him up for fuck’s sake.

“You’re an arrogant asshole who doesn’t give a fuck about anything but himself, and I don’t want to know you.” I explain calmly, putting my socks on. My words don’t seem to faze him. He crosses his arms over his chest.

“You know what?” He prompts. “I’m going to drive this car for every punch you threw at me if you don’t tell me why you care so much.”

“Without the key, it’ll be a tough job.” Slipping in my shoes, I wave the keys in the air. Kam dropped them in my locker while I was showering. I don’t even look at his face falling.

“You filthy bitch.” He says, but he sounds admiring. I put on my sunglasses and swing my bag over my shoulders.

“Bye.” I sing, already starting to think of a plan to destroy his life. “Oh, and I met your dad.” I call over my shoulder.

“And?”

“He doesn’t know where he went wrong.”

“Haha.” He deadpans, and I exit the room. Outside the school, on the parking lot, I find Ray smoking a cigarette.

“Sivan.” He says, joining me as I walk back to my car.

“Hi.” I reply.

“It was brought to my attention that you and Mark don’t get along?” He asks casually, as if he didn’t know I beat the shit out of his son.

“Who gets along with him except his groupies?” I retort.

“But I understand that fists were involved.”

“You’re here to scold me because I’ve punched your son.”

“No.” He laughs, sincerely. “He probably deserved it.” He waves a dismissive hand.

“But he’s not that much of a bad guy.” He says more seriously as we arrive to my old Ferrari. He throws his cigarette to the floor.

“And things would be much easier if you guys weren’t fighting all the time.”

“He stole my-“

“Dad.”

He both turn our heads and see Tuna leaning against a Rolls Royce, arms crossed over his chest. When did he get changed?

He nods his head towards the car, calling his dad over. He looks like a sulky teenager. How old is he by the way? Twenty?

Ray turns to me and gives me a sympathetic smile.

“You’re both going to have a shitty season you keep that up.” He says, and it sounds like an advice. I hadn’t thought about that. What’s my goal for this season?

All’s Fair in Love and War (1/?)

At the time of a brewing battle, there are tough decisions to be made, alliances to be forged. The Princess of Misthaven has no choice but to comply with the demands of the Council and wed the Prince of Camelot. But what happens when she falls for his half-brother, Killian? A war like never before.

A Reign-esque twist to an Enchanted Forest AU that no one asked for.

This is for my most fav person, @accio-ambition​. It was a long time coming, and I hope you like all the Daddy Charming-ness in this. You’re the best, and I don’t know what I’d do without you in my life, Mags <3

Thank you @ussjellyfish for looking over this chapter, and thanks a ton @welllpthisishappening for all you beta-ing <3 You’ve been a great help!

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King David sat perched on his throne, the room dark save for the lantern placed at his foot. He leaned back in contemplation, the plush upholstery of the throne a luxury against his weary back, his deep sigh echoing through the cavernous space; his was face weathered by age and laugh lines. It was times like this that he felt a sharp pang in heart, missing his late wife beyond belief. Elizabeth was a wonderful stepmother to his daughter, but Snow would always be her mother.

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Days of Why and How

Chapter 7

Author’s Note: Sorry for the long delay! This chapter’s been in the works for a while. It’s quite long, so I hope that makes up for it. I hope to have more frequent updates as I should have more free time in the near future. Enjoy!




She wakes gently, her mind and body slowly pulled from her slumber by light pouring through the balcony window. A beam of sun hits her eyes and she groans, rolling from her stomach onto her back, smiling contently.

She hasn’t slept this well in years.

The cot in her cell had been awful and Tony’s couch isn’t much better. She’s used to waking several times throughout the night and when she does finally decide to pull herself out of bed, she almost always has a crick in her neck.

Not today.

The comforter she’s wrapped in is soft and fluffy, as are the pillows and the mattress, and the arm strung across her torso is—

“Fuck!”

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What she says: I’m fine

What she means: Why did the Front Bottoms re-record “Twelve Feet Deep” for Rose and make it so different from the original that appeared on I Hate My Friends? Why did they so change the tone from a song of teenage angst to more of a bop? When the song was first recorded, it was obvious that the wound was fresh and there was an air of bitterness and pessimism that made it so relatable. The new version sounds matured and ready to move on from the obviously toxic relationship that wasn’t going to work out, however, it gives the song a whole new meaning that I could have never seen coming. Is this Brian trying to tell me that time heals all wounds? Also while we are on this Front Bottoms rampage I just want to say that they have really grown and changed as a band and I appreciate that and keep up the good work.

  • What she says: I'm fine.
  • What she means: Why did Michael just leave Jeremy at the mall? That's never explained and it's not like anything was established before that would make Michael doing that make sense. Was the SQUIP lying to Jeremy so he could keep him from interacting with Michael? Either way why was him leaving without Jeremy never brought up again??? I'm so confused.
  • What she says: I am fine...
  • What she means: How did Lucy Thorne even got that little lip scar? She is a gentlewoman, as far as we know, middle class, daughter of a tea trader and all that, how the hell someone like that gets a scar right on her lip? Is it related to her ability with a dagger? For that matter; how did she learned THAT? Did she went against convention and decided to learn when she was young? Did she did it after joining the Templars? Was she like Mai from ATLA and learned it out of boredom? How did she got her ability with a dagger and her sexy lip scar and who do I have to pay to have Evie gently kiss that sexy lip scar?
  • What I say: I'm fine.
  • What I mean: Penny Polendina did nothing wrong. She was the single most innocent person on the entire fucking show. It doesn't matter for 1/100th of a second that she was robot because she had the most genuine soul out of over 5 dozen characters. All Penny wanted was friends, all she ever did was help, she never made a selfish remark or demand, she never spoke against Ironwood or her father. She. Did. Nothing. Wrong. So of fucking course they picked sweet innocent Penny. Of course they kill her off. Because what the fuck could hurt more then watching the brightest light on the show be snuffed out in less then 5 minutes.
Cabin Fever | Rivamika Fanfic [Ch2]

Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin/Attack on Titan

Pairing: Levi/Mikasa

Total word count: 14,802

Previous chapter: [Ch1]

Rating: M (for when the smut comes)

Summary: Kaney Ackerman is placed under house-arrest and only Levi and Mikasa are suited for guard-duty. They set up a temporary base at an isolated cabin in the mountains, but a sudden storm brews and they get snowed in. Once the cold starts kicking in, it’s only logical to huddle your body heat together to avoid frost bite, but that’s when Levi and Mikasa both realize they’re experiencing more than just cabin fever.

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