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Hinata getting wrecked

This is a headcanon born out of Viria’s art of Kagehina as third years and Hinata’s knee brace on it :”)

Hinata’s this kind of person that thinks he’s never enough. He’s always haunted by the feeling of still lacking compared to his teammates, that he’s still capable of much more (which is true, of course, but his patience fails him here). And so he trains on his own, extra. He does it quite often, but only tells the rest of the team about a couple days per week.

Aching muscles, sweat streaming down his face and inability to do anything at all after he’s practiced — all that gives him some faint confidence that he’s making enough efforts, that he tries hard and gives it his best. But every ball he can’t receive and every blocked and received attack of his start subconsciously pressing him down, literally whispering that no, you’re still not doing enough if you still can’t get a higher success rate. Hinata does understand that it’s impossible to never get blocked, but at the same time can’t stop himself from striving for the best results, cause a small part of his mind still fears he’s not good enough for the team. He won’t admit it to himself though, realizing that such thoughts really are stupid.

But stupid thoughts often lead to stupid acts: slowly, gradually, so that even the person himself wouldn’t notice.

Kageyama starts suspecting something first, but Hinata always waves it off and comes up with something. He sees that Kageyama doesn’t really buy it, but there’s nothing he can do at that point, so he drops it. To Hinata’s surprise, soon his teammates start asking the same questions, and he genuinely doesn’t understand why are they worried (especially when Tsukishima suddenly showed interest in his training schedule, now that was creepy). So he tells them the same stuff he tells Kageyama. Hinata knows that they will worry for no reason if they find out, and he prefers to stick to his own schedule.

At some point his knee starts bothering him. At first Hinata simply ignores it, then he starts using an ointment. Dull ache even makes him reconsider things a few times, makes him think hard whether he should really keep this up, but every mistake at a practice, every failure, no matter how small, pushes him in the wrong direction, and so he keeps going.

Gradually interrogations initiated by Kageyama turn into fights. At some Hinata tells him, well, so what if I train some extra, why do you care so long as it allows me to get better? Kageyama tries to beat some sense into him, because he noticed how Hinata started getting tired quicker, got less lively and was just… sort of unsteady on his own feet, but Hinata doesn’t hear him. They end up yelling at each other, and Hinata retorts that Kageyama with his flawless technique can’t possibly understand him.

They have the next day off, but Hinata still comes to have some practice (the school grounds are open and by then the access to the gym keys was easy) — party to let some steam and frustration out, to shake off all the doubts that Kageyama’s words triggered, but mostly just for the practice itself. It always helped him to get rid of useless thoughts and generally feel better.

And so he trains, stubbornly ignoring faint yet persistent pain in his left knee. He really gets a little better, but not for long. At some point, while practicing his spike against the wall, he jumps and hits, but his knee buckles during the landing and he falls. Hinata groans but doesn’t think much of it — not his first fall, not his last. He thinks that he might already be tired and it’s late, so he should probably go, but when he starts standing up, his knees buckle again and he falls back.

He’s surprised cause that never happened before, his legs being unable to hold his weight. Hinata tries again and again, using his arms as support, but ends up just falling and falling, while the knee pain is getting sharper. He manages to crawl to the bench, gritting his teeth and trying to hold back tears, cause it really hurts badly by now. Hinata finds his cellphone and realizes that he doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t want to call his mother and worry her, but he also knows that he can’t make it anywhere on his own. Hinata taps against his leg nervously and attempts to stretch it a little, hoping that the pain will pass, but it doesn’t. He’s so frustrated he wants so smash his head against the wall. Hinata can’t do anything without help and for some reason he can’t think about anyone but Kageyama.

But can he really call him? After all the fights and warnings about potential consequences, could Hinata call him and tell that yes, he was right, Hinata fucked up his knee and really, really needed his help?

Hinata is lost, his right knee hurts a little, the left one is just wrecked, and by then he’s really, really scared. Feeling his eyes getting wet, he calls Kageyama after all. Kageyama picks up and answers with his voice so calm and causal that Hinata’s reluctant crying intensifies, he really doesn’t want to tell him anything. But he does, explains the situation and hears Kageyama rushing out somewhere as soon as he mentions his knee and the fall. Be right there, he says and asks some other questions that Hinata can’t answer because of the worsening knee pain. He hates it and wants to break his phone, he hates that he had to tell Kageyama and had to ask for his help, hates that it came down to this, hates himself for not listening to Kageyama earlier.

Kageyama makes it there in no time, worried and frightened; carefully, he helps Hinata get up, and Hinata subconsciously squeezes the arms supporting him, Kageyama’s presence soothing him a little. But Kageyama himself is actually beyond scared, cause that’s what he feared most all along, that’s the worst nightmare becoming reality. And the worst is that he has no idea what to do, and the more he watches Hinata being in pain, the more his heart swells and thoughts get foggy, arms starting to shake.

He remembers the time when he found Oikawa-san on the gym floor in junior high, just the same, trying to hold back tears. Naturally, he called Iwaizumi-san straightaway and didn’t know all that well what happened afterwards, but the image of Oikawa knocked down on the floor probably got burnt into his memory somewhere.

And this time it was pretty much the same, only the person suffering was possibly the closest friend he ever had, and that terrifies him to the core.

He’s lost as well, and he can only press Hinata closer to himself, ignoring how awkward that might be, as if trying to calm him down. But he knows that it won’t help Hinata or his knees. And being in that position he has only one person on his mind that’s been through that and probably knows how to deal with it better that anyone else — Oikawa-san. He fishes his phone out of his pocket, trying not to disturb Hinata, and reconsiders thousands of times while doing that, cause why would Oikawa-san help him? Why would he help Hinata? But Kageyama gets panicked, and he just dials the number, stuffing all his doubts far away. He doesn’t have much choice after all.

flatsound sentence starters
  • "Tonight I walked through a field that used to scare me more than I scared myself."
  • "I wish I had known you then."
  • "It was never death that interested me; it was the idea of an opportunity to follow a cold breeze that promised to take me anywhere but here."
  • "I’m sorry you thought this couldn’t work, because I’ve never wanted anything more in my entire life than to prove that it could."
  • "You were not my world, you were my universe."
  • "And I wonder if that’s what it feels like to die."
  • "Why do I wait, wondering how long it’ll take you to admit it?"
  • "I’d rather keep my mouth shut then start to say what I can’t finish."
  • "I sit here wondering if anything you said was true."
  • "We both noticed something had changed."
  • "I called you up again today and you didn't pick up."
  • "I didn't expect it to happen this quickly, you know?"
  • "I sit here and I worry about myself so much."
  • "I wanted you to care, I wanted you to be nosy, I wanted you to be there."
  • "I know it's stupid of me to say that you don't care, I mean, of course you do, but I want you to care so much more."
  • "I can't be around all these people who all my life have tried to change me."
  • "I can't hide who I am."
  • "I will be happy for the first time in my whole life."
  • "It makes me feel good, makes me feel pretty."
  • "I will go to sleep; just know you’ll be in my dreams."
  • "If I cry, it won’t be because of you."
  • "You don’t have to wait or pretend that he’s just your friend."
  • "It scares me more than I'd like to admit."
  • "My only problem lately is I've got too much time so all I'm left with is that what's on my mind."
  • "I left out everyone and all I have at the end of the day is that what's on my mind."
  • "Say I came back today, would I have a spot in your heart?"
  • "I cheated with your ex best friend."
  • "You can't stand in my doorway for long."
  • "It's eleven o'clock, he's expecting you home."
  • "I'll walk you up the hill to your car."
  • "No, don't let go, don't let this die."
  • "I just need to know what I did to ruin this and turn your body cold."
  • "If you walk through that door there will be no us."
  • "I thought you were being distant."
  • "I did not mean to make this the worst night of your life."
  • "I need you to know what happened."
  • "I saw you walking by, you didn't say hi, you didn't even smile."
  • "You're not the only one who's feeling anxious toward the bullshit that's attached to growin' up."
  • "You said things would stay the same; well, have they?"
  • "I know you're scared, but you'll never get better if you keep running away."
  • "Sometimes you need to be self centered to understand yourself better."
  • "I'm not in the mood to stick around."
  • "Every day I think about you and why you had to turn into my enemy, when all I need's my friend."
  • "Look at me and see how much I've changed since you left."
  • "Well, is this what you wanted, for me to admit that this fucking hurts?"
  • "I was never good at talking smoothly."
  • "Now I don't remember how you speak; I mean, it comes to me in dreams, but by morning, I lose everything you ever said."
  • "I'm not perfect, I think I'm quite the opposite, I'm nothing to adore."
  • "Perfection is opinion and nothing more."
  • "I'll be here waiting when your plane lands."
  • "Hi, my name is none of your concern."
  • "I like the way you make me feel at home."
  • "It wasn’t a mistake - so please dont think it was."
  • "I didn’t have a lot to drink, I just needed a bit for confidence."
  • "They won't find out, no one cares enough about it to run their mouths."
  • "Just please, when you’re ready to go, try not to make it so painful."
  • "Will you write another sad, sad song?"
  • "It's obnoxious and it's useless to fight a war you're losing."
  • "This might be your only chance."
  • "Is it you who calls the shots?"
  • "I don't know why they're choosing to confide in someone who will talk about anything."
  • "There are people who miss me and I don't know why they're investing all their time into someone with my history."
  • "Why did you say that I was one in a million? Because I believed it."
  • "I thought I had something that you were too scared to lose."
  • "I also saw how often you say goodbye."
  • "Things were never supposed to be this good."
  • "Nothing I can say now would justify a thing, just know I'm sorry."
  • "I just wanted to say I hope you're okay."
  • "You're already hurt, I'm scared that if you put your trust in me, I'll make it worse."
  • "You're still so young, you have room to grow into something amazing."
  • "You won't remember who I am."
  • "I can't live with the chance that this feeling's ever coming back."
  • "I don't hate you, but honey, this still hurts."
  • "I'm not dumb, I know everything."
  • "That liquid he consumes makes him speak the truth."
  • "Look at me, because I exist."
  • "It's a shame that we're not soulmates because if I didn't know better, I'd say this feels pretty good."
  • "You've been gone for too long, why'd you go?"
  • "Is this what you think it means to be responsible?"
  • "I went to class, you didn't show up."
  • "I thought we said that we'd keep in touch."
  • "So live up to the name you’ve been making for yourself."
  • "Last night you had that dream again, the one where you try and run from your fears but you can’t because you’re wearing fabulous stilettos."
  • "If I were the sun, I'd shine my light on you and leave the people that hurt you cold."
  • "We’re fighting again, more than usual."
  • "I’m sorry about being me."
  • "I'll sleep on the couch."
  • "Bring me a cat to be my best friend."
  • "It isn’t like you ever said that you were committed to the thought of me and only me."
  • "I can’t believe I spent all morning trying to tell you I’m sorry about yesterday."
  • "You smell like the devil but you feel like the lord."
  • "I didn’t dodge all your bullets, I just denied that they hit me."
  • "If I told you I loved you would you reach out and touch me?"
  • "I wish we had just gone to bed."
  • "This could have worked."
  • "The best part of that whole song was skipping ahead to Nicki Minaj."
  • "I will not make the same mistake twice."
  • "I know you never really liked people, I didn't mean to make that worse."
  • "I still know the roads that take me to your street."
  • "I know I promised that we'd talk more it's just, I'm surprised you even want to talk at all."
  • "I'm so scared that you still think I'm the one who gave up."
  • "The plans we made were never mistakes, they just didn't work for us."
  • "You always knew the deal that we made and what this was worth."
  • "I'll go to sleep at a decent time when I find something worth waking up for."
  • "I keep checking my phone to see you haven’t called at all."
  • "I thought I was the best part of your life, now I’m pretty sure that I was wrong."
  • "You’re impossible to read so if you love me, come clean."
  • "I’ll refer to you as my special love, the one that set me free."
  • "I’m feeling lost in towns that were my home."
  • "It's my own body, I did what I wanted."
  • "It’s not that I don’t have words to say, I just don’t want to be the one that speaks them."
  • "Your only flaw is that you’re flawless.”
  • "I’m so full of shit, I’m surprised you bought it."
  • "Well congratulations, I didn’t know you two had made things so official."
  • "Don’t call me when it fizzles; in fact, don’t call me at all."
  • "What a beautiful sight to see you alive."
  • "I can't hold you responsible anymore."
  • "I'm lost now in the thrill of it."
  • "I just want to lay in bed with you."
  • "I'll throw everything I have into the flames just to make it last."
  • "There are reasons that I can't stay."
  • "I built my life around watching everything you do."
  • "I wonder if you're having fun."
  • "You said you were done; well, how done?"
  • "I want to believe that I really don't need him."
  • "I can't wait until I see your face and my brain feels nothing."
  • "I would never want you to stop your life."
  • "You were always a shitty friend."
jungle - part five

title: jungle (PG)

type: chaptered

character: Jackson (feat got7)

plot : you think you’re about to die when you’re purposefully abandoned on an unknown island, but life has other things(or people) in store for you

part one | part two | part three | part four | part six

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anonymous asked:

Help. I don't understand why Andrew Lincoln said that if he and Michonne were the last people alive then shit would happen. That sounds like he would chose her last. I thought Andy was the captain of this ship? :(

I assume you’re talking about this quote, anon? From the SDCC 2015 round table?

A lot of people are excited about the potential for Rick and Michonne in an actual romance. What would you think of that kind of pairing? Do you think they could survive as actual romantic partners?

ANDREW LINCOLN: I’m not sure. The thing that I love about playing scenes with Danai as Rick and Michonne is that they have a kind of jokiness to them; there’s a gallows humor that’s a bit cowboy, because they’re both warriors, all the rest of it, and she’s one of the few people I think who can take the piss out of Rick. She’s the arched eyebrow, kind of smartass remark, and I love playing those scenes as well. But also she has a great kind of… point of contact.

But yeah, look: there aren’t that many people in the apocalypse, so maybe when everybody is dead and it’s just me and her left, let’s get it on.

(ComicBook.com)

A few things to note. This round-table interview happened after the SDCC panel, where Andy went on his tirade:

FAN: I find Rick and Michonne’s interactions fascinating, and I wanted to know what is Michonne to Rick at present? Because it kind of seems like she’s the only one who can check him.
ANDREW LINCOLN: That is very true. I just want to say my mom is desperate for Rick and Michonne to get togehter. If she’s watching this now, she’ll be very happy I’m saying this, but she goes, “If you had any political balls you’d try to get those two people together.” She gets quite fired up about it. Uh, but that’s – I’m not campaigning… Scott.
SCOTT GIMPLE: Oh no, and I’ve received the calls from your mom.
ANDREW LINCOLN: But I agree, yeah. Michonne is a fellow warrior. He respects her so much. And they’ve been through so much, you know. He trusts her with his life. And with his childrens’ lives.

During this panel, Nicotero waved a cardboard Kirkman in front of Andy to try and stop him from talking.

Later there were more hints Andy was in hot water over his Rick/Michonne lovefest. Here’s a transcription from the EW Radio with Dalton Ross (which took place after the panel at SDCC):

DALTON ROSS: Apparently Andy’s mom said she wants Rick and Michonne to get together, what do you make of that? What is that all about?
DANAI GURIRA: What do I think about that? Well, I don’t know what I think of it, Andy?
ANDREW LINCOLN: Why would you– after I’ve just been told to shut up? Why would you send the question back to me when plainly they don’t want me to speak?
DANAI GURIRA: ‘Cause it’s your mama!

So, we know someone took Andy aside to tell him to “shut up.”

A few months later, Andy says this during an interview with The Daily Telegraph:

Do you think Rick will ever find love again?
ANDREW LINCOLN
: “I don’t know, maybe he’ll have some luck with the ladies this season. Rick and Michonne — that’s what I want to happen. They would make a fascinating couple wouldn’t they?”

Also remember anon, before that SDCC 2015 quote that has you worried, Andy said this in a radio interview with DJ Whoo Kid:

“That’s what I want it to be. I want Michonne and Rick to get together.”

At WSC Atlanta 2015 (which took place well after SDCC), Andy was asked another question about Rick and Michonne’s relationship (by our very own @cake-by-thepound):

@cake-by-thepound: What do you and/or your mom see in Michonne that makes you think she would be a good match for Rick?
ANDREW LINCOLN: Well, ah, you know, I think you’re going to have to ask my mom that. […] I don’t know, I don’t watch the show. Obviously. But I live in it. And I think they’re two … they’re like … there’s something incredibly … cool about these two characters because they’re very independent; they’re fierce warriors, um, they… do love each other – like most of the family – ahm, and I think it would be an incredible moment to see that be realized. Uhm. I’m not sure if it’s ever going to happen. But. Uhm.
AUDIENCE: [laughter]
ANDREW LINCOLN: [smiles] I would love to see that - and also this it’s, you know, it’s two years into the apocalypse now, guys, come on. We gotta, we’ve consolidated, we’re in Alexandria - there’s only so much – you can think about war, then you gotta think about other things.
AUDIENCE: [laughter]
ANDREW LINCOLN: Know what I’m saying?

So, back to the “troubling” quote. There’s a few things to remember: 
1. We don’t know how Andy said it. Was he joking? Was he being serious? Was he exasperated? 
2. We know this happened after his “political balls” rant and a probable chastising from Gimple and/or Nicotero.
3. Andy is supposed to be pushing the will they/won’t they Jessie and Rick thing during this time.

Given all those factors, I took Andy’s “so maybe when everybody is dead and it’s just me and her left” line to be frustration. He’s probably upset with the pacing. We know he wants Rick and Michonne together, but it hasn’t happened yet. He knows there’s still roadblocks (villains to defeat, Jessie to chop). He was probably just reamed so he doesn’t want to go deep into Richonne Land, so he hedges back with a flippant comment.

Of course he could’ve been speaking in earnest, but given it’s the outlier in an otherwise pretty flawless pro-Richonne track record, I’ll take it as an off-the-cuff remark he made after a reprimand from his boss.

Why I think Viktuuri has potential to be canon

(Throws hat into the ring of Yuri!!! On Ice speculations, long post ahead)

Okay, so I’m seeing a ton of debate regarding whether Viktuuri has the potential to become canon, or if the suggestive moments are just very transparent fanservice. I don’t blame people for being skeptical, but I think that from a marketing and plot perspective, we might have reason to be optimistic.

For starters, without a doubt a large segment of the fanbase, myself included, would have ended up shipping Viktor and Yuuri no matter what. They’re attractive and engaging main characters; we’ve waged ship wars over less. If the dynamic existed purely for the sake of drawing in the fanfic crowd, they would not have to go this far. And of course, I agree that some scenes exist primarily as fanservice- any onsen scene, for example. But what I find telling about the writing is that the plot and dialogue repeatedly go out of their way to be gay, even when the plot could have easily progressed without the gayness, and there’s no obvious fanservice component.

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“But the war had touched her.  She’d changed, and she’d known she was changing.  The war had revealed a hidden part of her soul.  She alone, of all of us, she alone liked it.  Loved it, even.  She had enjoyed the fight.”

day [1/30] → fave of the original six

Rachel Berenson

This was a really, really hard choice.  When I was a kid, I loved Cassie’s books and Rachel’s books the most.  Honestly, if I had a choice, I would go for one of theirs over the boys’, because I was a stupid kid who wanted more female narrators/warriors kicking ass and taking names.  Now that I’m older and I’ve done a complete reread of the whole series, I just… there are so many reasons to love all of them, equally, and the best part is that the reasons are all different.  I have so many feelings for each and every one of these characters; it’s actually ridiculous.  

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anonymous asked:

*Trigger Warning* Why is The Rocky Horror Picture Show popular with the kinky and queer communities? I'm not part of those communities and I don't get it, please explain. It seems to me to be a story in which the kinky queer people are literally not human and try to recruit (and arguably rape by fraud) "normal" people.

Yes, but it’s also a story where kinky queer people are powerful and cool and sexy and fun, and ultimately the straight characters sing about how much freer they feel in a corset fishnets pool orgy.  (And then the house, uh, is a spaceship and it takes off?  Okay.)  It’s also relevant that the movie was written by a nonbinary person; I think the intent was not to demonize kinky queer people, but to tell a story featuring them that also had elements of classic schlock horror and sci-fi movies. 

And remember that this was the 70s, when sympathetic queer characters were thin on the ground, the distinction between “transvestite” and “transsexual” was not crisply defined, and the popular understanding of the difference between “seduction” and “rape” was even less nuanced than it is today.  (Also, the “homosexual agenda” narrative of gay recruitment wouldn’t come around until the 90s.)  This doesn’t make everything okay but it’s important context.

And I’d argue that some of the bad stuff in it is intentionally transgressive–isn’t saying “people who don’t conform to traditional gender and sexual roles are dangerous perverts,” but “you think we’re dangerous perverts? oh honey, you have no idea.”

Yeah, I’m defensive.  This movie means something to me, on a level that’s not apparent on the screen, because I started going to midnight showings when I was fifteen.  And it–counting the audience participation and shadow cast, because you really have to, there’s no point to watching this movie quietly at home–was probably my first experience with queerness being fun.  I already knew it was possible to not be straight, but only as a tragic existence condemned to the shadows.  Rocky Horror wasn’t the first time I learned two men could kiss, but it was the first time I saw two men kiss in front of a crowd that was cheering them on.

So, okay, not “therefore, Rocky Horror is flawless, QED,” but that’s why people like it.  It’s an all-ages queer event you can attend without declaring yourself queer, it’s an introduction to queerness as silly and naughty instead of always being Very Serious Business, and you can throw stuff at the screen.

Don't Need To Protect Me. (A Wrestler!Mike AU).

Requested: by the gorgeous @dreamingoutloudwithyou. ❤

He had been a fan of wrestling since he was little, enjoying the adrenaline rush and the way it felt to slam another body into the hard mat. And he was good. Not just good, flawless. He could take down men that were twice his size with ease. He was the best of the best. And he was ruthless.

He was a bit harsher than he should have been, borderline inhumane. People feared him, with good reason, and they shied away when he showed up. But then he met you.

His eyes were drawn to you the very moment you walked into Mikey’s, the gym he owned. You looked nervous, the way your bag was held to your side with a tight grip and you kept your eyes downcast as you seemed unsure where to go. He watched you, punching the bag as he tried to decipher what someone like you was doing somewhere like here.

And it became clear that you were about to bolt when you glanced more than a few times at the door. He watched as you turned, your hand already poised on the knob when he called out for you.

“Hey.” He shouted, jogging over and you started. Your back hit the door slightly as you caught a glimpse of him or more importantly his arm muscles. He paused in front of you, holding out his wrapped hand for you to shake.

“Oh, uh, hello.” You stuttered, shaking his hand as you kept from making eye contact.

“Can I help you?” He didn’t do subtleties but you were the most out of place thing here and there was a picture of cats playing checkers on the wall.

And he wasn’t smiling. He had this intense demeanor that made you uncomfortable because everyone you knew were friendly people who had grins permanently plastered on their lips.

“Uh, I don’t think I should be here.” You stated, flinching slightly as he moved his hand up to run it through sweaty hair. He raised an eyebrow knowingly. He recognized the signs of someone that needed to feel powerful again. “I should go.”

“Why?” He questioned, hand coming up to the door to hold it closed slightly. He didn’t put enough pressure that you couldn’t leave if you did want to but enough that you would understand he did want to know. When you didn’t turn, he could tell you had been frightened by his sudden motion so he moved away from you.

“Alright. Maybe we got off on the wrong foot. My name’s Michael. I own the place.” He started over, watching the tension slightly leave your shoulders and they slouched.

“Y/N.” You introduced, glancing over your shoulder to make sure he had backed up before slowly turning back to him. “Sorry, I just, I don’t really think I should have come.” You reiterated, fingers gripping the ends of your shirt.

And he was intrigued. You were shy but you had this ferocity behind your eyes like a lioness that had been scorned by the lion.

“Then why did you come in the first place?” He questioned, and you faltered.

And he knew it had something to do with his appearance. Maybe his rainbow of hair or muscular arms. It could even be how he towered over you. But you were uncomfortable in your own skin and he recognized the nervous look behind those doe like eyes.

“I need to learn how to defend myself.” You finally spoke up, watching the multiple groups of people around as they practiced their chosen sport. While he was primarily a wrestler, he had taken plenty of boxing lessons and worked out regularly. His gym offered choices.

“I can do that.” And you tilted your head as you finally made eye contact with him for more than a millisecond. And he knew he was absolutely screwed because behind the fear and the uncertainty, he could see gratefulness and even the slightest bit of trust already.

“You?” You questioned and he had nodded before he could overthink it. He wouldn’t let someone else teach you when he could do it himself. Not when the most beautiful person he had ever seen walked into his gym with that kind of fear swimming in their eyes.

And you agreed to lessons, or more specifically one lesson. The first punch you had thrown into his hand had been weak and timid, almost like you were afraid of hurting him. But he hit a nerve when he said what is it darling? Scared that you might not be strong enough to take me on? And he hadn’t meant to make you so angry, so livid. He had meant to rile you up, maybe make you a little irritated but when you punched his hand the next time, he thought you might have broken yours. You shook it out and continued and he knew he’d made the right choice when he cleared out his schedule for you.

You kept coming back, getting better and stronger. He had this weird sense of pride every time you learned a new move or perfected another. You were so willing to learn, so ready to be taught. You were open and kind, having broken through the wall he kept up and making him laugh on multiple occasions.

And you didn’t treat him the way other people did. You took the time to get to know him, to see past the way he looked and you barely flinched when he made sure you were aware that he was a wrestler. But then you caught him off guard.

You asked if you could come to one of his fights. And it was all he could do to not scream no at you. He normally would have invited any and everyone. He was prideful about what he did but he absolutely never wanted you to see him like that. He was vicious and somehow he had just gotten you to start opening up to him. You had always walked the line of professional and friends-in-the-making perfectly. You never crossed but he so desperately wanted you to. And you were just opening up to him about what had gotten you so scared that you came into his gym looking like a scared child.

But he invited you nonetheless, the time and date being put in your phone so you would definitely be there.

And you shouldn’t have gone. Not because seeing him in the ring scared you, but because moments before entering the ring he was talking to you. And his opponent picked up on it.

You couldn’t hear what was going on in the ring, but it was abundantly clear that the guy had said something that didn’t sit well with Michael. So he was brutal. Michael was pinning the guy with a force you’d never seen, almost crossing the line but his eyes would just barely catch a glimpse of your worried face, your fingers tangled as they pressed to your lips and he played by the rules.

After the fight was when it all actually came crashing down. Michael won, of course, but not long after you were making your way back to where he was and you found yourself cornered by his still slightly bloodied opponent.

“Well hello sexy.” He tried to be seductive but the stench of sweat and the red blood stains on his skin did little to help. “You belong to Michael, I must presume.” And you were shy. You wanted to punch the guy in the face because you did not belong to a person, especially not Michael.

“You know, he may be able to fight but I’m sure that’s all he can do.”

Ew.

“So whatdya say? Wanna come back to mine for the night?” He smiled and maybe it could have been a little attractive once upon a time but he was missing far too many teeth and the ones that were left were bloodied. You thought you were going to vomit.

“No.” You responded, that being the only word you could get out.

“No?” The guy replied, shocked by the blatant disinterest. He grasped your arm when you tried to get around him. “Who do you think you are talking to?”

A fist come out of nowhere, landing squarely on his jaw.

“Apparently a jackoff who doesn’t have an understanding of what no means.”

Michael was glaring down at the guy as you scurried behind him, holding onto his arm with a grip that tightened by the second. He put a hand back, his arm curling around your waist protectively as you peeked over his shoulder.

“You good?” He questioned as he felt you shaking against him.

“Yeah.” You muttered, “We’re good. Let’s go.” You pleaded but it didn’t do anything to calm him. The other guy stood up, his name Jack or Jason, you couldn’t remember, he lunged for the two of you. Michael sidestepped, pushing you against the wall protectively as he landed a second punch that put the guy on the ground, blood flowing from his lip as he laid unconscious.

“Mike.” You gasped, sliding from his grip with a shocked look. He could have killed the guy and while you appreciated it, it was terrifying.

“Babe.” He stated, not censoring the nickname he’d tried so hard not to call you.

“Is he?” He was refuting the statement before you even finished.

“No, no.” You flinched when he put his hands on your waist, shrugging them off much to his dismay as he admitted, “He’s alive. I just punched a little too hard.”

You nodded, bile rising in your throat as you looked over the passed out boy in front of you.

“I need to go.” You were turning the opposite way to where you knew the exit was and he wanted you to stay, to not be afraid of him or look at him like he was seconds away from punching you in the face as well.

“Don’t, just, please stay.” He had his hand held in such a way that he was moments from grabbing your arm but he thought better of it, not wanting to scare you.

And though you paused, tripping over your feet slightly in contemplation, you were scurrying through the hallways away from him as fast as your legs could carry you.

You pushed the exit door with more force than probably necessary, practically falling through it as you were running to your car. It took a few tries before you unlocked and got the key into the car ignition, your breathing heavy as you went peeling out of the parking lot and heading towards your house.

He expected you to show up at the gym for your next lesson. You had only missed one when you had to work late and you had left an adorably long apology message on his machine to let him know. So when two pm rolled around, he expected to see you clad in comfy exercise clothes but by 4 pm, he made the correct assumption that you were not showing up.

And maybe it wasn’t protocol at the gym, to visit your client when they didn’t show, but you were so much more. He was more than surprised when he pulled into your driveway to see you curled up on the porch swing with a mug of hot chocolate. Another steaming cup sat in front of you. You didn’t look at him but he knew it was for him.

The two of you sat in silence for a few moments, you sipping your drink and he was watching you.

“He never hit me.” You were the first one to break the silence.

“What?”

“The way you act around me. My ex never hit me. He tried but I broke his nose.” You sipped your drink, finally you made eye contact with him to give a small smile. “I felt hopeless. I knew I defended myself but I realized I got lucky. Had he been able to recover before I got out or if he had caught my wrist or I had missed, it could have gone a different way. I wanted to be able to take care of it myself but when he grabbed me, I felt that way again. I knew how to punch and kick, you taught me, but I froze.” You gave a fake laugh, your head leaning over onto his shoulder, sighing. He went tense for a just a moment before relaxing.

“You’re not scared of me?” You laughed again, this one more real than the last.

“Absolutely not. I just wish you didn’t have to do that for me. You don’t need to protect me but I appreciate the fact that you did.” You turned your head, chin resting on his shoulder as you looked up at him. He glanced down at you, his empty mug hanging from fingers that were almost too big for the cup.

“I’ll always protect you.”

You couldn’t look away even if you wanted to as he slowly leaned in. You sat up, lips pressing to his in a long awaited kiss. One of his hands came up, the back of your head being cupped in his hand as he ran long fingers through your hair. Soft pads of gentle fingers were gliding along the skin exposed where your shirt had pulled up when tugging you into his lap.

And the kiss was everything you had wanted and thought it would be. Until the porch swing started to tip. You screeched as Michael kicked his legs, one arm staying wrapped around your waist as the other pushed him up to keep you both from falling.

Once the swing stayed steady, you were still sitting in his lap and both of your eyes were very wide before the two of you were laughing. And not like a small I am uncomfortable kind of way but in a this is hilarious because we were making out on a porch swing and we almost died kind of way. You put your head in his chest, laughing into pronounced collarbones as he giggled- yes, actually giggled- as he wrapped both of his arms around you. He put his head against yours, his body shaking and you putting your arms around his neck. The both of you letting out different emotions that were buried within you.

“I like you.” He admitted, the two of you relaxing as you stopped laughing and felt the slight tension that had encompassed the porch since he had arrived. You had stood, the both of you moved to the front door, you debating if you should go ahead and invite him in or not.

“I like you too.” You put your hand on his cheek, the slight bruising from where he had hit the mat a little too hard visible.

“I never want you to be afraid of me, you know that right?” He wanted to be sure you knew he would never even begin to hurt you or try to.

“I know. But if you ever do, a pretty great wrestler taught me how to throw a right hook.” You grinned as he gave you a cheeky smile, leaning down for a second more sweeter kiss.

“So what do you say we do this right,” He started, “I’m Michael Clifford, wrestler extraordinaire. I would like to take you on a date.” He gave you what could be described as a Grinch grin.

“Well Michael. I think I would like that very much.” You nodded as you pushed your front door open, cocking an eyebrow at him as you invited him inside. “Can I invite you in for some badly cooked pizza and movies? A few beers?” He was already inside, hanging his jacket up and his hand holding onto the wall as he kicked off his shoes.

You laughed as he sprawled on the couch, his arms spreading as he got comfortable. He threw a smile at you over his shoulder and you shook your head, grabbing the mugs before you went to the kitchen to microwave the pizza slices. As he talked to you from the couch, his body turned talking to you about random things and periodically asking if you want help to which you would reply with an exasperated no but secretly appreciating it. But as you watched him on your couch, sitting there like it’s where he belonged, you didn’t regret walking into that gym.

And it hadn’t been a very easy road, and it would have bumps along the way, but with him smiling at you the next day under fluorescent and flickering lights in the gym, you could see something bright for you two.

I’VE HAD THIS IN DRAFTS FOR SO LONG. THIS IS RIDICULOUSLY LONG. I DON’T KNOW IF I SHOULD APOLOGIZE OR SAY YOU’RE WELCOME. SO I AM SORRY THAT YOU ARE WELCOME. I DON’T KNOW. I’VE BEEN WORKING ON THIS SO LONG. I’M TIRED. I LOVE YOU. THANK YOU FOR READING AND THE REQUEST. MUCH LOVE. :)

-TheHuntersHuntress xx

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