i will always kill you first i will always push you away first because she's the only thing i believe in anymore

Suga Daddy: Part 8

Suga Daddy: 8

Word count: 8.3k

Genre/Warnings: angst, dirty talk, language 

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Yoongi tells you about his past but is terrified of how you’ll take it.

This came a little early than expected. Anyway, enjoy and thanks for reading.

Parts: {playlist} one | two | three | four | five | six | seven 

Everything felt like it was playing out and slow-motion and all you were doing was twirling the flowers in your hand. You were nauseated and your mind was racing with every possible scenario. You knew that Yoongi couldn’t have a squeaky clean record. Especially with his attitude and the way he talked to you sometimes. For some reason you still loved him, despite that.

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Choices - Part 1: Never Can Fill the Void

Characters: Y/N Singer (reader), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Mick Davis, Bobby Singer, John Winchester,

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: self blame, self loathing, canon typical violence, mention of character deaths (only as in canon), implied smut

Word Count: 3400ish

A/N: This is 1 out of my 13 entries for @mamapeterson / @mrs-squirrel-chester’s Album Fanfiction Challenge where I chose the album “Smoke and Mirrors” by Imagine Dragons. The song prompt for this fic is: Polaroid

It is also gonna part one of a three part story - the two first fics are entries for the same challenge and the third is gonna be an entry for @plaidstiel-wormstache’s Push yourself challenge. The song I am writing for, for her challenge is also an Imagine Dragons song so their music is gonna be a theme throughout this series.

Thanks so much to my amazing friend and editor @blacktithe7 for betaing this series for me.

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Dean stared at the road in front of him as he took himself and Sam closer and closer to their destination. He hadn’t said a word to Sam since they had received the phone call. He hadn’t believed Mick at first. It couldn’t be her. She couldn’t have done any of the things he accused her of. He had know that girl all of her life. She would never kill another human being in cold blood. The picture Mick had sent Sam, dispelled his doubts. They didn’t have the wrong person. It was her. He would know her anywhere, even after three years, a different hair color, and shorter hair. It was his Y/N the men of letters had captured. Dean still didn’t believe she had killed anyone though. He didn’t believe she had done anything to cause the power outage in the Bunker or the one in the British Men of Letter’s headquarter either. She wasn’t a witch like the Brits believed her to be. She was just Y/N.

“Do you ever wish things were different?” Y/N sat on one of her dad’s old cars when Dean walked up behind her. It was like she knew it was him. She always did, and Dean couldn’t help but smile.

“Different like Sam hadn’t left last month?” Dean answered her, hopping up on the car next to her, the smile gone from his face as he thought about his little brother and how much he missed him.

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Cold.

Could you write a story based on Cold by Maroon 5?

Hii, thank you very much for your request and your patience. I know it’s been forever since I posted something and I know I still have so many requests to write. I don’t know when I’ll get to them though, I’m struggling with a few things right now and feel like I have to focus on myself. I’m sorry if this is sloppy and confusing but I tried my best.xxx

Sometimes Harry thinks it’s his fault. That maybe he did something wrong that pushed her away from him but when he goes through every situation in his head he comes up with nothing.

They’re engaged. For eight months.
She said yes when he asked her to marry him. She had tears in her eyes when he told her how wonderful she is. How much he loves her. Always. Forever.
She had the biggest smile he’s ever seen on her face when he pushed the ring onto her ring finger.
She showed emotion. She doesn’t do that anymore.
It’s like she’s not even herself anymore. When Harry met her for the first time he was speechless. He never met someone who had such an aura. He knew from the second his eyes landed on her that she was an absolute sunshine. She was glowing. She was happy.
She lost that three months ago.
When he got to know her, he knew she was the one. The one he would love with all his heart, forever. The one he would marry someday.
Now he isn’t sure anymore.
He couldn’t understand it. They had that kind of love you see in movies. That kind of love people write poems and songs about. It was perfect. But somehow it felt like she forgot that on their way.
Nowadays there were no tender touches. Whenever they kissed it felt different. They didn’t kiss because they wanted to show their love and affection for each other. It felt forced.
There were no loving words either. There was only silence. It was killing him.

The only mistake Harry made was to let it get this far. He didn’t realize what was happening at first, he assumed the honeymoon phase was over and all that lovey-dovey stuff would die down. He hated the thought of that but he thought it was normal in a long term relationship.
When he realized there were no loving gestures whatsoever he knew something different was going on. It was too late though. Y/N shut him out completely and he felt like he couldn’t get to her anymore. He didn’t feel her anymore.
Not even when they were sleeping in the same bed, under the same covers. He always used to hold her in any way, sometimes just her hand but often her whole body. He couldn’t reach her anymore.

Sometimes Harry thought it would be better if she just ended it. It was obvious she didn’t want this anymore, she didn’t act like they were together even though they used to be so in love. He always wondered why she was still here. Why she didn’t just pack her things and leave. Why was she still holding on?
But whenever these thoughts crossed his mind he felt a pang in his chest, a pain in his heart. He didn’t want her to leave. He loved her. Always. Forever.
That’s why he gave her time. Time for whatever she was going through. He gave her space. Even though he feared it would only push her away more.
But then came the point where Harry felt like he couldn’t do it anymore. You can only sacrifice your love for so long until the pain spreads from your heart through your whole body. He needed her. Needed her love. Her warmth. Her touch. Her kisses. Just her.

So during one evening he decided he had enough. He couldn’t hold it all back anymore. He knew that if he was without her touch for another second he would die inside.
When he slipped under the covers beside her he didn’t keep as much distance as he used to lately. He was close to her. For the first time in what seemed like forever. He wasn’t touching her though. But he could feel her warmth.
He saw her reaction. He saw how she flinched. How her fingers started to shake as she turned the page of her book. She was reading a romantic story. Ironic, Harry thought.
When her hand fell onto her stomach again Harry took a deep breath and reached out to take it. His fingers wrapped around hers, his thumb stroking over her knuckles once. Somehow it felt familiar. But also like it was the first time he’s ever held her hand.
Her head snapped in his direction, her eyes wide. They flickered from their joined hands to his face a few times until her lips parted.
“What are you doing?” she whispered, but the irritation was clear.
“I’m holding your hand.” Harry replied.
Her eyes flickered to their hands again.
“C-Can you please let go?” she asked after a moment.
Harry was sure his heart broke. He was sure she could hear it shattering. He diverted his eyes to the sheets underneath him, clearing his throat awkwardly. He didn’t let go though. He wouldn’t let her continue like this. She had to understand what she did to him.
“Why won’t you let me hold your hand?” he questioned.
He watched how she closed her eyes for a second before she opened them again, unshed tears making them look glassy now.
“Please, Harry.”
There’s been times she rarely called him Harry. Baby. Darling. Sweetheart. Love. Those were his names.
He looked straight into her eyes, his fingers squeezing hers. No. He wouldn’t let go.
He saw how she flinched again. How her eyes closed again and more tears rimmed her eyes.
His thumb stroked over her fingers again. Again and again. Just how he used to. Until he stopped. Until he felt his heart break again. His eyes snapped to her fingers. To one finger in particular. It was bare.
“Y-You took your ring off?”
He felt like someone punched him. Like someone was slowly cutting through his heart.
“H-Harry.”
That’s when the first tear hit the sheets.
“Why would you take off your ring?”
Y/N took her hand away from his, the disconnection sending chills through Harry’s body.
Her eyes were dancing all over the room but never landing on his. She did that on purpose.
“You don’t want to marry me anymore?”
That’s when she started full on crying.
“No! You don’t get to cry now. Just tell me what the fuck is going on lately!”
“N-Nothing.” she stuttered and turned her back to him.
“Nothing?! Are you fucking kidding me?! You pulled away from me completely. I can’t reach you anymore, not emotionally and god forbid physically. You act like we are not together. Like we don’t love each other.”
When he didn’t get a response other than her whimpers and sniffles he felt like he was being suffocated.
“We do love each other, right?” he asked in almost a whisper.
He felt his own tears sliding down his cheeks when again she didn’t say anything. He stood up then, running a hand through his hair and looking at her back, how her shoulders shook with silent sobs. He shook his head and made his way to the ensuite-bathroom.
“I do love you!” she cried out just before he reached the bathroom door.
Harry stopped dead in his tracks but didn’t turn around.
“I love you.” she whimpered again.
He turned around slowly and looked at her.
“You don’t act like you do.”
“I know I don’t. But I do.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“You don’t have to, I guess.”
Harry’s eyes caught hers immediately.
“So that’s it? You won’t fight? What made you give up?”
“Harry.”
“No, I want to know. I want to know what the fuck happened that made you pull away from me. I want to know since when you feel like you can’t talk to me. I want to know when you lost the will to fight.”
He saw the hesitation in her eyes, the nervous fiddling with her fingers. But his intense stare made her open up.
“I never understood how you could love me.”
“What?”
Y/N took a deep breath before she went on.
“You’re this incredible man who’s always nice and well mannered and knows exactly what he wants. Whatever you do, it’s perfect. You’ve achieved everything in you life that you wanted. No matter what others say, you always keep going. You’re confident and strong. You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met. It wasn’t hard to fall in love with you, you knocked me off my feet within the first week of knowing you. When someone asked me what I love about you I could tell them billions of things. You always said you felt the same about me. I always thought you were insane. I was sure it was only the honeymoon phase which made you think you feel the same about me. When the sappiness and cheese died down a bit I got terrified. I thought that you would realize that you only imagined all those feelings. That you would realize I’m not as special as you originally thought. I’m a normal girl, I’m boring. I love to lay on the couch all day and watch movies and eat ice cream. I go out with my girlfriends and talk about boys. I can’t cook. I can’t dance. I can’t sing. I hate how I look in photos. I’m incredibly sarcastic. I’m shy. I get tired when I’m drunk. I-”
“Stop putting yourself down.” he interrupted her.
“It’s true, Harry. You’re everything I’m not. I never understood what you saw in me. I never understood what you could love about me. And when the honeymoon phase stopped I was so goddamn scared. I was sure that it was only a matter of time until you left. And because I was sure you would break my heart I tried to protect myself and pulled away a bit. And you did too, you didn’t try to reach out at first. And when you tried to, I thought it would be better to shake it off. And then you stopped trying, ever since then I was only waiting for you to call me out on my behavior. I know you’re going to leave now. And that’s okay, kind of expected it anyway.”
When she stopped talking Harry couldn’t do anything but stare at her. He didn’t understand it. Nothing of what she just said made any sense.
“You are absolutely insane.” he finally breathed out.
He sat down beside her and grabbed her hand again, this time she didn’t fight it.
“I don’t have any idea what the hell is going on in your head right now. I don’t know what the hell I did to make you feel that way.”
He shook his head and sighed.
“When I met you for the first time it felt like I breathed for the first time in my whole life. You looked at me and I knew my whole life just changed. When I got to know you I couldn’t believe how incredibly amazing you were. I still remember what my mum said after she met you: She’s a sunshine. And I said no. She’s the sun. My sun. You were the light in my life. You made me realize what the word ‘love’ means. I fell in love with you so goddamn fast and hard. I knew I wanted to marry you after a few months because I knew you were the one for me. I knew I would love you forever. And when you said yes when I asked you to marry me I was sure I was the happiest man to ever walk the earth. When you started to distance yourself from me I didn’t know what to do. I was scared what would happen so I gave you space but you pulled away from me more and more. And all that just because you thought I don’t love you?”
His eyes searched hers and they both saw the hurt in each others eyes.
“I love you. I love you with my whole heart. With everything I have. I love you with every fiber of my being. I proved it with the ring… but you took it off.” he finished with a whisper.
His thumb ran over her bare finger where the symbol of his love should be. Y/N lowered her head to look down at their hands and intertwined her fingers with his for the first time in three months.
“I had to get it resized.” she whispered.
“What?”
“I know we already got it resized but it was still a bit big so I decided to bring it to the store again. It’s ready tomorrow.”
“You didn’t take it off?”
“No. I would never take it off.”
Harry smiled softly at her and squeezed her hand.
“I’m quite stupid, aren’t I?” she said after a moment of silence.
Harry chuckled and shook his head a bit.
“Would you be mad if I said yes?”
She laughed softly and shook her head as well. They stared at each other for a few seconds before Harry leaned in and pressed his forehead against hers.
“I’m so goddamn sorry.” she whispered after a bit.
“Shh.”
“No. What I did was so unfair to you.”
She pulled back from him and looked at the ground.
“I hurt you for months. Three goddamn months in which I broke my own heart but more importantly yours. And all that just because I’m so incredibly insecure.”
“It’s not all your fault, love. I must have given you a reason to doubt my love for you.”
She looked at him again and sighed.
“But that’s exactly it, you didn’t. You never gave me a reason to doubt you.”
Harry lifted the hand that wasn’t holding hers to her cheek and stroked over her skin.
“It’s okay, my love. C'mere now.”
He opened his arms and signaled for her to sit down on his lap. She did, after a bit of awkward shuffling she positioned her knees on either side of his hips and sat down on his thighs. They haven’t been this close in so long. Harry wrapped his arms around her waist tightly and pulled her as close as possible. Y/N slung her arms around his neck and breathed in his smell. The smell she missed so much.

They both didn’t know how long they’ve been in this position before Y/N pulled back. Her hands were on his cheeks, cupping his face. She searched his eyes for a moment before she leaned in and pressed her lips to his in a soft and lingering kiss.
“I think… I have to get help.” she told him in a whisper when she pulled back.
Harry searched her eyes but didn’t say anything, he wanted her to go on before he said anything.
“I-I don’t know what’s happening with me and I don’t think I can do this alone.”
“You’re not alone, my love. I’m here.”
“I know you are, but… I think I have to get professional help. I don’t think that what I did was normal. I pushed you away. I distanced myself from the one person I love with my whole heart. I’m constantly sad. I can’t sleep properly. I don’t think that’s normal.” she shrugged softly.
“Okay. We’ll get you help. And I’ll be here through all of this, okay? I won’t leave. I’ll be right by your side and help you wherever I can.”
She leaned down to kiss him again, her lips pressing to his softly but with so much love.
“Thank you.”
“No problem, love. Made a promise to love you, didn’t I? Always and forever.”

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Primadonna - Dean Winchester

Summary ; in which y/n is massively misunderstood and it had started to get her down. but, it only gets worse when dean, himself, decides that he can’t handle her anymore either and drives y/n into packing her bags and leaving the bunker - leaving him - potentially for good.

Pairing ; dean x reader

A/n ; please pretend that they have the men of letter’s bunker earlier on :)) gifs aren’t mine x

Warnings ; angst, language, mentions of past physical and verbal abuse, verbal abuse (?), dean being a complete asshole

Words ; 4.7k

Published ; 11th june, ‘17

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Stay safe + ily🌷


Primadonna girl, yeah
All I ever wanted was the world
I can’t help that I need it all
The primadonna life, the rise and fall
You say that I’m kinda difficult
But it’s always someone else’s fault
Got you wrapped around my finger, babe
You can count on me to misbehave

The first time you had actually heard someone spit out those strident words about you, it had been when you got back from a hunt. You had been utterly bruised and battered by those ghouls and all you wanted to do was head home and slip into a well-earned slumber, your limbs aching incessantly and your eyes struggling to stay open, but Dean had been adamant on celebrating a job well done.

You had left to visit the lady’s bathroom; you had only been gone a couple of minutes and already, they had started spewing rude comments about you. 

“Dean, humour me - how is someone like you, with someone like her?” When you faintly perceived the words flowing sourly from some hunter’s mouth, his eyebrow raised in amusement and his lips pulled into a hostile and malicious smirk, you stopped abruptly in your tracks on your way back to the table and slid sneakily behind a nearby wall instead - still able to hear their crude conversation centred around you.

Your boyfriend’s reply was muffled and your eyes subconsciously narrowed down at him from where you stood, hidden in the desolate shadows of the dusty bar. 

“But she’s such a nuisance,” Hearing their preconceived and cruel words, your eyebrows furrowed and your mouth fell agape slightly, dejected that people who didn’t even know you would voice their snide judgement about you to Dean. Upon hearing their words, vicious memories that you pushed so far down began to unwillingly resurface in your mind.

The other hunter spoke up from where she was sat at the dusky marble of the bar, perched on her seat on the other side of Dean, “Typical primadonna girl if you ask me.”

Waiting patiently, but not hearing the man you loved defend you at all, you felt your heart drop; you took a step out from being consumed by dark shadows and swallowed away the sting of tears that threatened to make their escape. 

It was like Aaron all over again, his harsh words echoing in your ears like he had only just spat them at you. Aaron was over five years ago, and still, his words affected you majorly to present day.

“You’re so controlling. Everything has to be your way or the highway! When will you quit being such a bitch? Jeez, you’re so difficult to be with,” You had just told him to stop moving the ‘ugly’ welcome mat from the front door. It had a blood red devil’s trap painted delicately to the bottom side to it. You were just trying to protect him and yourself. 

“Please, Aaron, j-just trust me. Please, just put it back by the front door; w-we don’t need to keep arguing about this,” Your voice was quiet and barely audible as your bleary eyes stayed focused on the bleak ground below you - too terrified to look into his fiery gaze.

“There you go again! Always expecting other people to do things for you! Stop being so god damn demanding and start to understand that not everyone will hand you whatever you want on a gold fucking platter!” His hand came up to run his fingers aggravatingly through his dark hair but you couldn’t help but flinch away from his abrupt action, squeezing your (y/e/c) eyes shut and bracing yourself for the callous hit.

It hadn’t been the first time that he had hit you. So, you had to hide your complete confusion when he caught you expecting the bitter and punitive slap and took an intimidating step closer - gripping at your shoulders harshly, instead. 

Your body immediately tensed up at the rough contact, nevertheless, your figure going rigid when his fingers dug nastily into your skin. “Don’t be such a fucking drama queen. I wasn’t going to hit you this time.” 

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girlmeetshit  asked:

(another prompt, sorry but I'M IN LOVE WITH YOUR FICS) Betty and Jughead got stuck in a class alone after months of their friendly break up and realises that they aren't just friends.

This makes me so happy because I was just thinking ‘I hope I’m not annoying anybody by posting all these fics’ so thank you!

Detention (aka I fucked up)


Betty couldn’t believe her luck - she had gotten detention today, the first time in her life, because the teacher thought she was looking at her neighbors paper during a test, thought she - Betty Cooper - was cheating.

She walked into the dark classroom to find Jughead sitting there, facing the teacher’s desk. Were they really the only two who had gotten detention today? 

Betty sat down two desks behind him and sat up straight. 

Jughead had broken up with Betty a month and a half ago. He had said he wanted to focus on his family - who could blame him? - but Veronica told her that she heard on good authority that Jughead didn’t think he was good enough for her.

But Betty knew  he had simply fallen out of love with her. Of course, she had slapped a smile on her face, trying to cover the hurt. She couldn’t lose Jughead entirely - if he didn’t want to be her boyfriend anymore, she needed him to be her friend. She needed him to be a part of her life.

Betty had laid in bed the entire weekend after Jughead left her room that day. She didn’t answer her phone, didn’t eat, didn’t speak to anyone. Her heart was broken.

She dragged herself out of bed on Monday and tried to put on a brave face at school.

They still hung out together, of course. Archie and Betty and Veronica and Jughead and Kevin sitting in a booth at Pop’s, The five of them in Veronica’s living room, studying and eating popcorn, Betty, Jughead and Kevin in The Blue and Gold’s office, studying the murder board.

This would be the first time Jughead and Betty would be in a room together without any of their friends.

Betty cracked open a notebook and tried to distract herself by jotting down article ideas.

Not five minutes had passed before Coach Clayton stood up from his desk “I’ve got an errand to run - no funny business. I’ll be back in five.” He called, then strolled out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Immediately, Jughead got up from his chair and sat down in front of Betty, turning around so his stomach was against the back of the chair.

“What are you in for?” He questioned, smirking.

“They think I was cheating off of Kevin.” Betty murmured, playing with her pen. “What about you?”

Jughead guffawed at Betty’s admission. “I was smoking on school property.”

“Again?” Betty raised an eyebrow.

Jughead just shrugged and pushed back his floppy hair, rearranging his hat.

Betty’s arm reached out before she knew what she was doing, moving the hair that had fallen back in Jughead’s eyes. ”Juggie, what happened?” 

There was a dark purple bruise on Jughead’s temple.

Jughead’s eyes darkened, his head hung downwards. He had forgotten about his bruise. “Dad got drunk, I pissed him off. No big deal.”

“Jughead…” Betty whispered, the word barely making it out of her mouth. She gently touched his temple.

Betty’s fingers lingered on Jugheads soft skin, tracing down his temple and onto his cheek.

They say touch has memory, and this memory was killing Betty. The memory of his skin was too much for her. Tears welled in her eyes and she looked down immediately. 

“Betty, what is it?” Jughead murmured.

“Nothing,” Betty lied, doodling on the paper beneath her.

“Bets, please don’t lie to me. Hey,” Jughead pulled gently on her chin so that she would look him in the eye.

“I just miss you, Jug.” 

“I’m right here, Betty.” Jughead said lightly. 

“That’s not what I mean.” Betty said exasperatedly. She might as well tell him the truth - he knew when she was lying.

“I know,” Jughead admitted. He still had hold of Betty’s chin and he grazed his thumb across her cheek. “I’m sorry that I hurt you, Betty.”

Betty just nodded, more tears welling in her eyes. They were words she had hoped for, had thought about, but they didn’t heal the hurt.

“I was just scared.” He said to her.

Betty looked into Jughead’s eyes, searching for answers. “Scared of what?”

Jughead took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “Scared of how happy you make me - made me.” He correctly himself. “You made it easier for me to breathe. And when you weren’t around, my world felt like it was crashing down around me. And I remembered what it felt like to be alone. When the only thing you know is happiness being taken away from you, you don’t know what to do with the light in your life - so you extinguish it.”

“Jughead -” Betty started.

“I figured that you would realize that I wasn’t what you wanted. That you would leave me like everyone else does. So it was easier if I left you first.”

“Jughead -”

“Betty, I didn’t mean to hurt you - I just thought it would hurt less if I ended it on my terms, before things went too far, and that the inevitable end came and I was crushed but, I sort of fucked things up and got hurt anyway.”

“Who says there’s an inevitable end, Jughead? Who says if we make each other happy we can’t just keep being happy together? Maybe the world was trying to give us both a break.”

Jughead looked down. He was the dumbest person alive.

“I wasn’t going anywhere, Jughead.” Betty whispered. She took Jughead’s hand that still lingered on her cheek and held it in hers.  

“I fucked up.” 

Betty nodded. “Lucky for you, I’m pretty forgiving.”

Jughead’s head snapped up. He thought for sure that she had moved on.

“We could be each other’s salvation.” Betty murmured.

“Betty, I love you. I’m so in love with you. I always have been and I always will be.” 

Betty leaned forward and kissed Jughead on the lips lightly. “I love you, Jughead. We’ll be each other’s light and if you’re ever scared again, you have to just talk to me. You’re not allowed to leave me again.” Betty gave a small half smile, tentatively. 

Jughead shook his head. “I promise, Bets.”

Kissing Tybalt - A birthday gift for @xerxia31

Today is the day, the big day of @xerxia31. You know her as an awesome writer, an impeccable beta ( the Queen of Red Pencil), but most importantly, I know her as a friend - and here I lack words and superlatives to describe what her friendship means.

With the help of @burkygirl for the betaing (and there was a lot, thank you so much for helping me) and the amazing art @akai-echo did for this story, here is my humble birthday gift.

Have the bestest of days, my friend !

KISSING TYBALT

“How do you feel about kissing Tybalt?”

How do I feel about kissing my friend on stage ? Last I checked, the script says nothing about exchanging saliva with Tybalt. Well, technically with Peeta. My friend, who’s playing Juliet’s cousin in this musical he dragged me into.

“Uh-” is all I manage to say. I’m so eloquent, right? But what can I say? Maybe something like: Shouldn’t we have discussed it  more than three days before the premiere of the show? But that’s how our director, Effie, is. Crazy. She has two thousand brilliant ideas just like this one on a bad day. Don’t get me started on how many she has on a good day.

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anonymous asked:

RFA reaction to getting told MC committed suicide??

Author’s note: TRIGGER WARNING: suicide || this was hard to write, but I know that things like this have the potential to help people. People would miss you. The RFA would miss you. I would miss you. 

Yoosung

  • “Whew… that was one of the best LOLOL games I’ve played in a while!”
  • Yoosung pushed himself away from his desk and popped his back
  • he noticed how quiet the apartment was and called out for you
  • “Hey, MC? I just finished a game if you want to go get a bite to eat!”
  • When you didn’t answer, he furrowed his brows
  • “MC? Are we going to play hide and seek again? You know I always find you!
  • He walked into your shared bedroom and saw the window open
  • Maybe… you hid out on the balcony?
  • he wasn’t expecting to see your body, five stories down, on the ground
  • when he realized it was you, he threw up
  • and when Zen and Jaehee came to his door half an hour later
  • he was still gagging
  • Jaehee knocked on his door
  • “Yoosung… the police need your statement, and you should really get out of this place.”
  • Zen reached down and got the spare key under the mat
  • They found Yoosung in a ball next to your side of the bed
  • “Yoos-“
  • Zen was interrupted by his hyperventilating
  • “I-I can’t breathe… I CAN’T BREATHE?? I CAN’T BREATHE, I CAN’T BREATHE, I CAN’T BREATHE!”
  • Jaehee rushed to his side, hugging him
  • “Shhhhh…”
  • “I-I can’t breathe, Jaehee.”
  • “I know, Yoosung, I-“
  • “No you don’t. I can’t breathe because she’s not here anymore. S-she’s n-not here…“
  • Jaehee tightened her hug, allowing the tears to fall from her eyes as well
  • “I-I always find her, b-but I never wanted to find her… like this”

Zen

  • He wrapped his arm around your waist
  • “Goodnight, Babe. I love you.”
  • “I love you too, Zen. I love you so much.”
  • He smiled and let sleep take him
  • The first thing he remembered from the worst day of his life
  • Was that he woke up cold
  • “MC?”
  • He got up and stretched
  • She was probably in the kitchen
  • He yawned
  • “Shit… my morning breath is horrible…”
  • He walked to the bathroom
  • The first thing he saw was blood
  • He didn’t register that it was yours, until he saw your pale body lying still on the floor
  • “M-MC?”
  • He dropped next to your body
  • “MC? HEY???”
  • When he shook you, he remembered getting blood on his hands
  • he still washes them everyday, until they’re raw
  • he wrapped his arms around you
  • “MC, please wake up, okay? We still have to go on that movie date, remember? And you promised you’d teach me your recipe for those chocolate chip cookies you bake all the time! We still have a life together, so PLEASE WAKE UP!”
  • he pushed the hair out of your face and gave you a kiss
  • “P-please… this can’t be real… please”
  • He couldn’t believe
  • That a couple of hours ago you were still alive, in his arms
  • and even though you were in his arms again
  • he couldn’t feel the warmth he fell asleep to
  • and he would never feel it again

Jaehee

  • Her phone rang, and she sent it to voicemail
  • “What were you saying, Jumin?”
  • “Well, parking has-“
  • RINGGGG
  • “Sorry, it’s MC. We got in a fight this morning, so I sent Zen over to surprise with flowers for me.”
  • “Put her on speaker, I want to ask her how she feels about the RFA parking.”
  • Jaehee rolled her eyes
  • “Hey sweet-“
  • “Jaehee, something’s happened.”
  • “Zen? Where’s MC?”
  • “I’m so sorry-”
  • Jumin interpreted
  • “I believe Jaehee asked you a question. Where is MC?”
  • “I-I came over to bring the flowers, l-like you said-“
  • “Get on with it, Zen,” Jaehee cut him off.
  • “She killed herself. She’s dead-“
  • Jaehee hung up
  • She didn’t want to hear anymore
  • Jumin stared at his assistant
  • “I’ll drive.”
  • He walked past her, expecting her to follow
  • But she didn’t
  • She stared straight ahead, her mind buzzing
  • She killed herself
  • She killed herself
  • She killed herself
  • … and I never got to apologize to her

Jumin

  • “I think that, if the data is correct, this year’s sale-“
  • “M-Mr. Han?”
  • Jumin was in one of the most important business meetings of his life
  • So, when a teary eyed Jaehee popped her head in and disrupted him, in the middle of a sentence
  • He shot the coldest glare he’d ever given anyone
  • “What is it, Ms. Kang?”
  • “C-Can you step outside, p-please?”
  • “If that would get you to speak correctly again, I’ll do anything.”
  • The room laughed, and Jumin chuckled
  • that was the last time he would laugh for a long, long time
  • Jumin walked out in the hallway
  • “What’s going on, Jaehee? Why are you crying?”
  • She looked into Jumin’s eyes before breaking down
  • “It’s M-MC.”
  • “What about her?”
  • “S-She’s in the hospital. She tried-“
  • Jumin didn’t hear the last part
  • He was already running
  • When he got to the hospital, he saw Seven and Zen were already there in front of your room
  • Jumin walked over and tried to push past them
  • “Move-“
  • “Jumin, stop.”
  • He looked at the hacker, whose eyes were still flowing with tears
  • “Why the hell are you stopping me? I need to see her.”
  • Zen put a hand on his shoulder
  • “She took her own life, Jumin. She died.”
  • And that was all it took
  • Jumin fell to the floor and screamed
  • His voice rang throughout the entire hall
  • “WHY? WHY, WHY, WHY, WHY?”
  • He slammed his hand on the ground so hard, Seven swore it was broken
  • “Jumin-“
  • “WHY? SHE WAS MY LIFE! AND WHEN SHE KILLED HERSELF, SHE KILLED ME TOO.”

707

  • You had mentioned you were hungry
  • And since recently, you had barely ate anything, Seven was quick to pick some up
  • “How about I go get some dumplings? I’ll be right back!”
  • You caught his hand before he left
  • “Seven, I love you.”
  • He turned around and gave you a confused look
  • “I love you too, but why the sudden dramatics?”
  • “I just… I wanted you to know how I felt. And that no matter what, I’ll always love you. Forever.”
  • He smiled and kiss your forehead
  • “I’ll love you forever too, MC.”
  • he walked out of the house, still smiling
  • if only he had known that was the last time he’d ever hear your voice again
  • 30 minutes later, he came home
  • “MC, I have the food!”

  • “MC?”
  • He wandered around the house, dropping the food in the kitchen
  • He walked back to the bedroom
  • that’s when he saw you
  • on the bed
  • not moving
  • he ran over to you and picked up the empty pill bottle
  • “MC? MC WAKE UP, PLEASE! MC DON’T DO THIS TO ME, DON’T LEAVE ME ALONE!”
  • He shook your shoulders until his arms were sore
  • Finally he climbed onto the bed and pulled you in his lap, crying over your body
  • He recalled the last thing he said to you
  • “I’ll always love you. Forever.”
  • He started to shake, burying his head in your chest
  • “DAMN IT, MC. YOU WERE MY FOREVER!”
Happy Birthday Tony

Tonys birthday was never anything special. He was pretty sure that he had a few good ones when he was a kid. But he remembers not getting any presents, because he already had everything. Or so his father always told him when he asked for a present, once.

But he had Jarvis and sometimes even Peggy there. So that was good.

After his parents died, Tony didn’t want to celebrate his birthday anyway. So he wasn’t mad when Rhodey didn’t plan a party for him. It was enough for him to cuddle with Rhodey and eat cold pizza.

When he was in a relationship with Pepper, she asked if he wanted to do something special on his birthday. Tony wasn’t sure what you would want to do on a birthday, so he told her he would just …work. Like always.

He can’t help the pain around his heart. It would be nice if someone would do something for him anyway.

He knows that he has no right to be this bitter. He could say something and Pepper and Rhodey would buy him the world. He loves them and he knows they love him, too.

Then came the Avengers in his tower and Tony secretly hopes they would throw a party for him. He had spent months of works for their birthday presents, so he was excited to see what he would get.

His last birthday with the avengers were unimportant. There was always an ultron, civil war or Loki. But now they had peace for almost two months. So he cant wait to see his friends.

The civil war was hard the first month but now he is glad that the team is back. He also met the guardians a few months ago and liked them as well. So yeah he was pretty happy.

Maybe this would be his first birthday that he actually liked!

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You have a decision to make.

Pairing : Dean x Plussize!Reader, Soulless!Sam
Word count : 2,411
Author : Mel
Warnings : Angst?, Sam is a dick.



Opening the front door to the modest two floor home, Dean moved as silently as possible. He applied every bit of stealth he had ever learned as a hunter into getting himself up the stairs to the second floor without being detected. If he was caught, this was all over. The shittiest day of his life would get so much worse. What he did now, was harder than any job, any case, hell, anything he had ever done before and it was killing him.

He hit the second floor landing and looked up the hall. He could hear her. She was singing. He closed his eyes and silently made his way towards her. As soon as he laid eyes on her, his brothers voice rang out in his head. “You have a decision to make Dean. Make it fast before I make it for you.”

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pieannamay  asked:

Shieldshock prompt: Darcy and Steve get trapped together somewhere.

It was an unusual situation of epic proportions.

There were aliens, yes. There was a Hulk, yes. There was fighting and screaming, yes. And yet Darcy had no idea how she had ended up trapped beneath a building with Captain America of all people. One minute, she had been panic-running to the exit, herding others before her like the saint she secretly was, and the very next minute something (or rather, someone) had burst through the glass window and a bomb had exploded. Now buried beneath all the rubble with an unconscious superhero sprawled on top of her, it was hard to decide whether he had jumped in to save the civilians or whether someone had pushed him through the window and then tried to bomb them all.

It was just her luck that she was right in his trajectory and that he had basically stopped her from getting crushed by wrapping his body around her and taking the brunt of all the falling debris. She was grateful to him but her head hurt and she was pretty sure she had sprained her ankle due to the fall, so excuse her for being a little scared and uncomfortable.

“Hey, wake up,” she wheezed, poking the prone body on top of her. Both his arms were caging her head and his masked face was buried in her hair, breathing steadily against her neck. “Dude, come on. You’re really heavy.”

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Firewall Down (AI/Robot! Jungkook x Reader)

Originally posted by jeonify

Important Author’s Note:  Hello everyone! I am back again after a brief hiatus or whatever you would like to call it. This new story is quite special to me as it is my first request that I have decided to try to turn into a story, hopefully, quite a few chapters long. Thanks to @line-fangirl for the request and I hope you thoroughly enjoy this work. Please don’t hate me for the crappy summary that is to follow or any crappy writing mistakes as this work has not undergone any form of editing. 

Pairing: Reader x Jungkook

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut (eventual)

Rating: PG - PG13 (for this chapter)

Characters: Reader, Jungkook, BTS (Eventual)

Word Count: 4,146

Summary: (Y/N) lives in a world consumed by hate, famine, and fear. A nuclear stricken world characterizes the loss of all chances of hope, love, and trust. Living in a world so far from the world that we know today, (Y/N) and her dad try to prolong their own survival, nevermind their existence in a group. (Y/N)’s intention to secure only her own survival in a world so hell-bent to erase it is slowly altered by a most unusual source. Though AIs were created with solely the intent of destruction and control, (Y/N) finds herself taking a deadly interest into an AI by the name of Jungkook assigned to her survival group. His continual expresssion of his lack of emotion only encourages (Y/N) to find out more about him. And suddenly, the unfeeling Jungkook is made to feel things he never considered and unintentionally change the course of (Y/N)’s life for forever. 

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Soul

philip hamilton x reader
(soulmate modern au)

in which the first words that your soulmate says to you become tattooed to your wrist when you turn 18; and when they are spoken, the said words disappear.

words: 2294

warnings: mentions of sadness/somewhat of angst?

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You don’t own me part 11

Originally posted by flesss

Excerpt:

“We can do even better things then just kissing. Let us go to the bedroom”, your voice was hoarse. His eyes lit up.

“You lead the way, kitten.”

Word count: 1861

Warnings: Mostly fluff and mentions of sex. Nothing to worry about though :P

Author’s note: I can smell the end…maybe two more…hehehehehehe

♥♥♥ @httpwyf @vicassa @byunbunniess @i-am-a-death-dealer @jookyunhoe @galaxy99love @holymolydrrad @imbaekhyunstrash @shesdreaminginoverdose @princess-ellaxo @baekmuffin @dont-hyuck @mynameissoonyoung-callmesoon ♥♥♥

part 1 || part 2 || part 3 || part 4 || part 5 || part 6 || part 7 || part 8 || part 9 || part 10

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Stop in the Name of Love! 1/3

This is my entry for @thebookjumper‘s Olicity Hiatus Fic-a-thon prompt: At Odds.

Season 5 AU. The flashback from 5x20 and Adrian Chase are not part of this story.  This story examines what Felicity and Oliver were thinking and feeling at the time.

Thanks so much to @almondblossomme for proofing! Also available on AO3.

                           

                                                1. At Odds


Overwhelmed.


Really that would be the only word that accurately depicted how Felicity was feeling about her life right now. She felt like she was drowning and she just needed a life raft. She longed for that raft to be Oliver but she knew it couldn’t be. So, she grabbed onto the first guy who approached her - Billy Malone.


Billy was a nice guy. I really nice guy. Everyone liked Billy. Everything about Billy screamed good guy - he was a cop, he was loyal and kind and he never asked for too much. The last part was the most important. Felicity was not okay for many reasons. Billy was a detective, she was sure he picked up on the fact that she wasn’t entirely open with him but he let her be. So when she was with Billy she could pretend she was a normal woman and everything was okay. She could not imagine how horrified he’d be if he knew that she was responsible for the deaths of tens of thousands of people.


Nope. Not going there. The nightmares she experienced were enough time spent focusing on how awful a human she was. Even though Oliver reassured her she was not. He said she was a hero and tried to remind her of all the lives she saved. He also said almost every night, she didn’t fire the missiles Damien Darhk had. Felicity really did try to believe Oliver.

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I’ll Be Good - Part 11

Masterlist -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 10  -  Part 12

Summary: Series - You’re an old colleague of Natasha’s who finds herself face to face with the Winter Soldier on the wrong end of an Avengers’ op. Chapter – Tired of the Avengers arguing about how to deal with you and your secrecy you decide to come clean, in your way, putting your arrangement with them at risk.

Warnings: Swearing, brief mentions of murdery feels

Word Count: 1785

Author’s Note: Weee! All aboard the Angst Express! This is the final stop on our way to Angstville, U.S.Angst, commonly known as Part 12. Notable sightseeing en route to Angstville (aka Part 12) include, but are not limited to: 1) a healthy dose of angst 2) a little more Bucky’s POV this time, 3) reader stirring the pot! Because I JUST LOVE TO WRITE IT. 4) another bit of a cliff hanger… sorry… I’m a brat.

Originally posted by strictly-bucky

Bucky was completely incredulous and had rushed into the room without a second thought. He couldn’t believe the words that had come tumbling out of Steve’s mouth. When had his friend, his always-do-the-right-thing, I-hate-bullies best friend, started to think of the people around him as weapons and tools for this war that he was perpetually fighting? Bucky knew his own words were hurtful, but watching Y/N was unbelievable.

When he’d first passed her in the hall she looked small and almost timid watching Steve and Tony thundering away about her, how to handle her, but when she strode up to Steve she was bold and intimidating. Her words were sharp and targeted and had left Steve speechless.

However much Steve needed to hear it, Bucky was more struck by a cruel sadness that weighed heavy as he watched her tear down the security she’d built here brick by brick. He knew he was watching her self-destruct.

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THE TRAGEDY OF SILVER BECOMING LJS

I’m not ready for Silver to go dark and here’s why. I know there has been hella forshadowing since season 3 (Killing Dufresne, the “How good it feels” quote, his emotional/irrational state the last 3 episodes). He’s been pushed over his personal limit. Billy put him in a position of immeasurable power in which he really didn’t wanna be in. The tragedy is that despite the fact that Silver cares deeply about the people he deems closest to him, it was Madi who was the first person in his life to return that love and affection in equal amount. Not to say that Billy and Flint never cared about him in their own ways, it’s just he was a loner for so long, so by the time he joined the Walrus crew he was still deprived of affection, friendship, love etc., while Billy (through his pirate brothers) and Flint (through Thomas H./Miranda) already had experienced this. Also Billy’s definition of friendship has always been in the context of the pirate way/pirate life (undying loyalty), meanwhile Silver’s definition of friendship is a much more emotional one and something that surpasses the pirate definition of friendship. Billy only sees one way, one perspective, Silver sees multiple ones. Now his friendship with Flint is finally on a stable level, but don’t forget how much he sacrificed for it. I also believe Flint has become more likeable because he’s coming closer and closer to his goal. The taking of Nassau, the unraveling of the Revolution, sharing the heavy load of leadership with Silver, discovering he and Madi had more in common then he expected etc. all contributed to this. But watch anybody from his own circle trying to get in his way (Madi isn’t present to manage anyone anymore lol) and see how fast James McGraw turns back into James Flint.

Now Silver is STILL learning new things about himself, still discovering his identity, what he really wants out of life, which can make him UNPREDICTABLE. He’s never experienced a huge emotional loss like Madi before, so we don’t know how indifferent and dark that will make him. She isn’t there anymore to help/teach him how to deal with loss. But most importantly, Silver himself doesn’t know how badly this is gonna affect him either. The reunion with Madi and his convo’s with Billy did make him more and more aware about the fact that Madi is his greatest weakness. And that he in an ideal situation would take Madi away with him after all this war business ends to start a life with her in seclusion. But that doesn’t mean he knows how badly her death is gonna affect him after he passes his mourning stage, so how do you manage what you can’t foresee?

His strenght is his compassion, empathy, his intelligence. We know he’s very open minded for a white man in that world. He learns new and difficult skills pretty quickly, sometimes more quickly then he has control over (Like a superhero who’s just learning how to control their new gained powers). His weakness is his vulnerability, his struggle to balance his emotional state with his rational mind, stemming from his loner past. Madi on the other hand masters her emotional state perfectly and what we’ve seen from Julius until now, he does so as well. They are both clearly very experienced and as far as we know always have been a part of a community (Julius before and after being enslaved).

Now you got all these people who expect him to master in a very short amount of time what took others years. And again, in a position of power he didn’t want to be in in the first place, so he’s doing it reluctantly. I’ve noticed a lot people in the fandom can’t wait for Silver to go full LJS when he finds out Madi is still alive. For now Billy is speculated to be behind this. If so, by all means Silver, get her, get him, do your thing. But because we’ve seen the good in him, the geniune good, the man who cares about his crew, who physically and mentally sacrificed himself for his crew and even the man who wants to do right by the Maroon community and former slaves, the man Madi fell in love with, I wonder how Madi is gonna respond to his dark side. But I also wonder who Madi is gonna become after coming out of her own current ordeal. It was clear from the preview for episode 7 Hands is gonna continue to exert his influence on Silver, especially now when he’s at his most vulnerable. I also forsee a fallout between Julius, Silver and Flint about how to go about this Revolution. Julius, with good reason, is only concerned about the wellfare of his people. HOW is Silver gonna handle all this in his current state? Is he gonna go full asshole/indifference? Is he gonna take Flint’s side and tell Julius to just deal with it? We already know Silver has doubts about this war and now with Madi being gone he’s gonna care even less. What are the consequences gonna be for the people who depend on him now?

Unrelated, but still very related, do you guys think Flint already told Silver Rogers is responsible for inviting the Spanish? If so, than he knows Rogers is the one responsible for Madi’s presumed death. If he’s gonna go full on LJS on Rogers, I really wouldn’t mind😈😈😈. I guess there is where Hands is gonna come in handy as well.

Jealous - James X Reader

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Requested by @duchessdaisybat

Hi, I’m requesting a James March imagine where Y/N is a ghost too and she worked with Miss Evers as a maid before she accidentally fell down the stairs and died. She and James have always had a thing for each other, but she hates that he’s so obsessed with Elizabeth that he doesn’t even treat her the way he used to and she starts spending more time with Donovan and James doesn’t like it. And you can take it from there: pretty please write this.

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I still remember the day I died like it was yesterday. I don’t remember dying, I don’t remember the pain of the broken bones I suffered from my fall down the hotel stairs. I don’t even remember the period in which I went from being human to a ghost. But regardless of how I got here I along with many others now call the Hotel Cortez a permanent residence.

This hotel has been my home for close to one hundred years now since my fall in 1928 and I have loved every second of it. I used to work alongside the owners main maid but after my fall I decided to enjoy my time in the hotel and he let me step down from my job even though Hazel, his main worker, still serves him to this day despite the fact that they died around the same time I did.

James was a kind man often described as manipulative and malevolent by others but he never did wrong by me so I trusted him implicitly. After all he is my former employer and we do have to spend eternity together whether we like it or not so it’s for the best that we get along and don’t hold our dark tendencies against each other. To be honest I almost loved watching James kill. It gave me a different kind of thrill to see him take the life of another man.

“Hello Y/N, how are you on this fine day?” James asked waltzing up behind you as you were talking to Liz at the bar.

“Well I’m very good James.” I smirk turning to face him, “and yourself?”

“Better now that I’ve found you my dear.” He smiles and turns to Liz to order a drink. James and I have always been rather close and most people in the hotel assumed that it would lead to something more which it had on many occasions but his ex-wife Elizabeth was always an issue that pushed us apart. She didn’t directly forbid our relationship progressing but James had an obsession with her still and I couldn’t get past the fact that no matter how long he didn’t have her in his arms he was still fixated on her.

“So my dear what would you say about having dinner with me in my room on Thursday?” James asked suddenly snapping me out of my thoughts.

“Of course.” I blush, “I would love to.”

James smirks before walking off and I’m left once again with Liz.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” she says, “He’s still obsessed with the countess I just don’t want him to hurt you again.”

“Don’t worry about it Liz it’s just dinner, his infatuation with Elizabeth can’t possibly interfere with that could it.” I reply but I don’t even completely believe the statement myself.

-

Thursday came quicker than I anticipated and I eagerly got ready for the dinner James had invited me to. I put on the most elegant blue dress I own along with my favourite pair of black heals and diamond earrings. I left my room and walked down the hall until I got to James’ room which was only a few doors down from mine. I knocked on the door and waited for over a minute until it was yanked open and Ms Evers appeared on the other side.

“Hazel, may I come in?” I say stepping towards her but she moves to block my path.

“I’m afraid Mr. March is rather busy Y/N.” she says in a voice I recognize from when she’s trying to hide something from me.

“James is expecting me for dinner Hazel may I please come in?” I say more insistently and she’s about to object when James’ voice rings throughout the room.

“Whoever it is Hazel tell them to go away, come back and serve Elizabeth and I this instant.” He bellows and I look at Hazel in shock before shoving her out of the way and running into the room to see James and the countess sitting at the dinner table originally set up for James and I.

“If this is your sick idea of a game James it isn’t very funny.” I say through gritted teeth as he stares at me in horror.

“Y/N I’m so sorry dear Elizabeth wanted to move up our monthly dinner because she is getting remarried to Will Drake.” James says in his defense but I just laugh.

“She’s getting married and you still value your date with her more than you do your date with me.” I practically scream.

“Can’t we just reschedule dearest?” James starts but I cut him off.

“No, no more rescheduling, no more games. If you don’t wanna be in a relationship with me then just stop playing games okay? I’m done with your shit James.” I say and turn to leave slamming the door behind me.

I walk slowly down the hallway half expecting James to chase me down, but he doesn’t. When I get to the elevator I break down into tears before punching the button of the first floor. It hurt more that he didn’t come running after me than it did that he blew me off for an engaged woman that doesn’t even love him.

I walk sobbing and wiping my tears to the bar and I’m met by Liz who immediately walks around the bar and engulfs me in a tight hug.

“He blew me off for Elizabeth.” I sob as she just strokes my hair until I start to calm down and then she sits me down on a bar stool and returns to the other side of the bar so she can lean over it to talk to me. Liz has become the most comforting and important person in my life since she first came to the Cortez. We could tell each other anything and it became my greatest joy to talk to her so she was the only person that could make me see straight in this situation.

We talked forever until I stopped crying and I had a few drinks and that’s when someone else walked stumbling into the bar and sat directly beside me. He ordered a scotch and that’s when I recognized his voice and turned slightly to see Donovan looking just as sad as me.

“Why so gloomy?” I say sniffling slightly. He turns my way and sighs before speaking.

“I just found out Elizabeth is marrying Will Drake,” he says sighing again, “What have you been crying about?”

“James blew me off for Elizabeth because she is getting married.” I say tears returning to my eyes, “I guess we both mixed with the same wrong crowd.

“I guess so.” He chuckles sarcastically before downing his scotch in one go as I take sips of my drink.

Before long we are both engulfed in partially drunken conversation about anything and everything in our messed up relationships and it honestly felt so good to open up to someone who understood the pain I was feeling.

“It’s been a hundred years of the same thing with James and when I told him I wasn’t putting up with it anymore he just sat there.” I say as I let a tear slip down my cheek. Donovan reaches out a hand to wipe it away and I look up so I’m properly looking into his eyes.

“The countess changed my life and then she just threw me away like I meant nothing to her.” He says looking directly into my eyes for the first time. “I would never hurt you the way that James did because I know how that feels, to never end up with the person you love.”

Slowly he leans closer and stops just as our noses are touching, “I would never hurt you like that.” He says again and that’s when I close the gap between us. Our lips move in perfect sync as he brings a hand to my waist pulling me closer as we both fight for the passion we’ve been wanting for so long, finally finding it in each other.

Before I register what’s happening we’ve left the bar and Donovan slams me against the wall of the elevator as he pushes the floor of my room before resuming kissing me. His hands find their way to my waist and he lifts my legs around his waist and proceeds to carry me down the hallway once we reach my floor. Just as he fumbles the key to unlock the door I hear a door open down the hallway and spot James and Elizabeth walk out of his room and stare at us in shock. I give James a wink before the door opens and Donovan walks us inside.

As soon as we walk in Donovan slams the door and throws me on the bed and that’s when I stop him.

“You know neither of us actually want this.” I say and he nods agreeing and sitting beside me on the bed.

“I miss her so bad.” He says and I wrap my hand in his.

“It’s gonna be okay, “I say soothingly, “But their decisions can’t make us become reckless okay? We need to be here for each other.”

“I think we’ll be good friends.” He smiles with tears welling up in his eyes as I lay down on the bed expecting him to leave but he doesn’t. Instead he crawls up beside me and strokes my hair, “I think we could both do with some company right now.” He says and we both fall asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.

-

The next morning I wake up with Donovan’s arm wrapped securely around me and know that I made the right decision the night before. He slowly wakes up and smiles down at me as soon as he opens his eyes.

“I think I drank too much last night.” I groan reaching blindly for the glass of water I always order from Liz every night but realize that in my drunken haze I forgot to ask for it.

“We should go get breakfast, it might help with the hangover.” Donovan smiles and I get changed out of the constricting dress I somehow slept in all night into some jean shorts and a t shirt and we walk hand in hand down to the bar where Liz greets us.

“Boy have I heard about you two.” She says sauntering over to us, “James and Elizabeth came down here ranting about the fiasco you two pulled on them last night.”

“They saw us walk into a room id hardly call it a fiasco.” Donovan says downing a glass of water like it’s the last drink he’ll ever have.

“Well from what they’re saying it sounds like you two had a fun night.” She smirks and I sigh. If Liz heard about it I can only imagine how many people we are going to have to explain ourselves to.

“Nothing happened Liz, I swear.” I say and she looks directly into my eyes, nodding when she knows I’m telling the truth, “I believe you but I’m not sure she’ll be so forgiving.” She says not even looking up and gesturing in the direction of someone behind us.

We turn to see Elizabeth standing not too far behind us waving gesturing for Donovan to come over.

“Good luck.” I say and he smiles and gives me a quick hug before walking off in her direction and they both walk a little bit away from the bar.

“Since when did you two become friends?” Liz asks and I shake my head.

“I don’t even know, it just happened.” I say and she smiles, “It was good to have someone who understood me to talk to.”

“Since when do I not understand you?” I hear a familiar voice behind me as I see Liz’s smile drop and she turns around pretending to be busy but not before giving me an encouraging smile.

“I said I’m done talking James.” I say bluntly without even turning around.

“Who said I’m done talking, Y/N?” he says moving to stand directly behind me, “You don’t just pull stunts like you did last night.”

“Oh, you of all people want to talk about morals?” I scoff, “remind me of who you were with when you promised me a date?”

“It was a mistake, she was getting remarried you know about our monthly dinners.” He says but I just laugh at him.

“Save it James. I’m done waiting for you.” I snap and go to walk away but he grips my arm tightly and yanks me back towards him.

“Get your hands off her!” Donovan yells across the room as he stomps towards us.

“Who are you to say that? She belongs to me or did you forget that last night?” James says talking to me just as much as he was Donovan.

“I’m okay I promise.” I say to him and he nods warily before walking away.

James literally yanks me toward the elevator and I see Liz go to object but I give her a grim smile that tells her that I’ll be fine and she backs off as James shoves me inside the lift.

“James I…” I start but he cuts me off.

“We’ll talk when we get to my room.” He answers bluntly and I decide it’s not the right time to test him so I keep silent the entire way to his room. As soon as we step inside he slams the door and forces me to sit down on a chair at the dining table.

“Do you want to tell me what you were doing with Donovan last night?” he asks angrily.

“Nothing happened James I swear. We were drunk and we fell asleep that’s all that happened I promise.” I say begging for his forgiveness.

“It didn’t look like nothing from what I saw.” He says coldly and I realize how much I must have hurt him.

“I couldn’t go through with it. I thought about you and I just couldn’t do it.” I say grabbing his hand to really get his attention, “You have to believe me I didn’t do anything.”

“I believe you.” He says suddenly and I snap my head upwards to face him in shock.

“Really?” I ask with tears welling up in my eyes and he nods his head.

“I trust you. I love you.” He says so quietly I’m not even completely sure that I’ve heard it.

“I love you too James I never thought I’d hear you say it back.” I say quietly and he kneels down so our faces are at the same height as his eyes grow darker than I’ve ever seen them.

“You’re mine Y/N do you understand that. Don’t you ever forget that again. I can’t even begin to explain how enraged I felt to see you with another man.” He grits his teeth angrily and grips my hands tightly.

“That’s called jealousy James.” I laugh and he grows even angrier.

“I am not the type of person to become intimidated by another man.” He demands but I just laugh at him.

“Really? Because what you’re describing sounds a lot like jealousy.” I laugh again wrapping my arms around his neck and he smirks pressing his lips to mine and I smile into the kiss.

“How could I be jealous when the girl I love has always been mine?” He smirks pressing his lips to mine once more. “I’m… not… jealous.”

“I’m not sure I believe you Mr. March.” I whisper and he looks up at me smirking, “Maybe you should prove it to me.”

James reconnects his lips to mine as I happily lean into him. This is the first day of a relationship I’ve waited over one hundred years for and I couldn’t be happier to finally spend forever with the man I love.

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This is by far the longest post I’ve written but it is one of my favourite things that I’ve written. Thank you so much to the person who requested this it was so much fun to write and I hope you guys enjoy reading it.

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Jealous [Anders/Fenris]

Insp. by this post: ‘we’ve been fucking with no strings attached but i just saw you go upstairs with another guy and im drunk and following you both upstairs to punch the shit out of him’.

Wrote this a while back and finally decided to post it, since I don’t think I will ever write a second part as I originally intended. I do feel I got it to a good enough stopping point that it stands on its own though, so enjoy!

Fandom: Dragon Age II
Pairing: Anders/Fenris
Rating: PG (no actual sex, but sexual references)
Words: 1892
Content warnings: Alcohol use, jealousy/possessiveness

Fenris growled and downed another gulp of the swill Varric had placed before him earlier that eve. The dwarf had given it high praise as “the only thing actually worth paying for at The Hanged Man” (though he’d later revised his claim after Isabela reminded him that she had a room there). Perhaps Aggregio Pavali had simply ruined him for all other spirits, but Fenris honestly couldn’t tell it apart from the usual piss water they drank on card nights.

He was now three pints in and nearing physical illness, and the shit still wasn’t doing its job. Oh, he was drunk. Perhaps drunker than he’d ever been, but damned if that meant anything. He still hadn’t managed to tear his attention away from the mage. His mage. His mage leaned heavily against an attractive blond human by the hearth fire, face pink from laughter, his amber eyes wide with unmistakable desire for the man at his side.

The drink had all but reduced Fenris’ world to a dizzy swirl of colors and light, but Anders alone remained bright and in focus, like some mortal lighthouse mocking him across a rageful sea.

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Staff Meeting

(So….I am working on a prompt from the lovely @jhelenoftrek but this little thing came out first. Namely because I often sit through staff meetings wanting to eat my own arm. I’m sure that staff meetings in the 24th century won’t be any better!)

Staff meeting

Janeway stretched her neck left to right, tugging out the tension that threatened to evolve into a blinding headache.

Tuvok droned on. And on. And on. In fact he’d droned on for at least 20 minutes and it seemed unlikely he would end any time soon.

Silently, she cursed her own organisational skills for planning in regular staff meetings and always adding an AOB section to the agenda.

It had always seemed such a good idea to ask other staff members to input their thoughts at the end of the meeting and, to be honest, it had always worked well. Until now.

Tuvok ALWAYS had an AOB, one guaranteed to take up at least half an hour and with the ability to suck the life out of your body and leave you wanting to stab yourself in the eye with sharpened Leola root.

Currently, Tuvok was discussing the finer points of an upcoming training session for lower deck staff. Everything had to be planned to the nth degree, timings, grades, previous results…blah, blah, blah!

Janeway looked around the table of her senior staff. B'Elanna appeared to be currently planning a slow and painful death for Tuvok, her eyes were narrowed and if looks could kill, Tuvok would be dead by now.

Tom was asleep. Openly asleep. Head back, mouth open asleep. Janeway stifled a snort and stared at the table in order to hide her amusement.

Harry, (bless him), was attempting to look engaged in the topic. He was trying to keep his eyes on Tuvok whilst trying forcing an expression of interest on his young features.

To her left, she felt Chakotay shift in his seat. She glanced at him and realised he was fiddling with something under the table. She turned her head and noticed he was playing a game on his PADD. Her eyes went wide at the sheer audacity and she was cross, more with herself for not thinking of that too.

She quickly typed out a message.

“If Tuvok sees you!”

He smirked as the message appeared on his screen and quickly tapped back, “I’m hoping he does see me. He might demand my demotion and then I won’t have to attend these anymore!”

Janeway almost laughed out loud as the message appeared on her screen.

She was about to message back when she heard Chakotay clear his throat, his foot knocking against hers to nudge her attention back to the room and she realised all eyes were on her.

“Are you well, Captain?” Tuvok asked, one eyebrow raised. Next to him, Tom snorted himself awake and quickly rubbed his eyes.

“Quite, quite! Erm, thank you, Mr Tuvok for that…..enlightening talk. Now, if there’s nothing else…?” She made to get out of her seat but…

“Actually, Captain, I have an AOB!” Neelix’s hand waved vigorously in the air.

An audible groan emitted from somewhere around the table. Probably B'Elanna. She watched as Tom settled back for another snooze.

“Can it not wait?” Janeway asked, hoping he would take the hint from the glare she was sending his way.

“I’m afraid not, I’d like to discuss the food wastage we’ve been having recently. I’m thinking we should start measuring how much we waste each week…”

Janeway sank back into her seat and sighed as Neelix started twittering away.

—–

“Three hours!” Chakotay laughed, handing Janeway a chilled glass of white wine and settling down onto the couch next to her. “That has to be a record! I thought you were going to kill someone!”

“The thought had crossed my mind. Believe me!” Janeway groaned, stretching her feet out on her couch, sipping her wine.

“I don’t know about you, but the thought of 70 years worth of staff meetings with Neelix and Tuvok makes me want to throw myself out of the nearest airlock.” Chakotay sipped his own wine, eyes sparkling and with his free hand manoeuvred Janeway’s feet onto his knee.

“Get in line Commander, I’m first!” Janeway laughed, enjoying the contact more than she was afraid to let on.

“This can’t go on. Tom was comatose. B'Elanna looked ready to eat her own arms and Harry….well that boy needs to get a grip and stop looking so interested.” Chakotay began to rub at Janeway’s left ankle.

“What can we do?” she asked. She wondered if she should be concerned by the intimate way she was sitting with her First Officer, but thinking about that was too hard and she wasn’t sure she’d like the answer so she pushed that to the back of her mind. Leaning against the back of her sofa, she took another sip of wine and rested her head against her arm.

“If only we could time a red alert during each meeting.” Chakotay mused.

Janeway thought for a moment, ideas racing about inside her mind. She sat upright and dazzled Chakotay with her most enchanting smile.

“Not a bad idea, Commander!” She clinked her glass with his, her eyes glinted as a new idea formed.

—-

The time for staff meeting was approaching. Janeway glanced about the bridge and watched as Ensign Rowlins took over from Tom. He glanced at her to see if she was following and she signalled for him to go on ahead.

Slipping down onto the lower deck, she sidled up to the young Ensign. Ensign Rowlins looked up and blanched white, wondering what she had done wrong.

“If….say in around an hour there should be an issue with the engines, please feel free to make me aware of those issues. Maybe don’t even call me, just make me aware.” Janeway whispered. She glanced back to make sure Tuvok was nowhere near her.

“Pardon Captain?” Rowlins looked at her as if she was speaking a different language and Janeway mused that the girl probably wasn’t far wrong.

“About an hour Ensign. Engine issues. Do something fancy, but make it look realistic.” Janeway re-iterated. She gave the girl what she thought was a knowing look but poor Rowlins looked back at her as if she had just sprouted another head.

“I’m not sure that I follow.” Rowlins said slowly, clearly worried she was not exactly giving the right impression to her Captain.

“An hour in a staff meeting is all I can take! With Tuvok! Get me out of it! One hour!” Janeway hissed in exasperation.

Realisation dawned on the young pilots face. “Understood.” She smiled at the Captain and turned back to the console.

They’d just begun the AOB and Tuvok had taken to the floor. Janeway looked at the chronometer and willed Rowlins to act. Out on the bridge, Rowlins looked at the chronometer and smoothly switched off autopilot. She then keyed in the codes that were the equivalent of throwing Voyager out of 5th gear and right into 2nd at high speed. Voyager lunged violently as momentum was lost, the engines screaming in protest. As quick as a flash, she keyed in a new code and Voyager continued merrily on her way whirring back up to full impulse as if nothing had happened.

In the ready room, everyone had been flung forward during the incident. Janeway whacked her badge the nanosecond she felt it happen. She was on her feet, dismissing the staff, before Tuvok even opened his mouth.

Out on the bridge, Rowlins said she had no idea what happened, a slight malfunction it appeared. Janeway told her not to worry and gave the young woman a wink and mouthed “thank you!”

“Captain, should we resume our meeting?” Tuvok asked from his station.

“No!” Janeway’s response was sharp and harsh, she quickly softened her face and waved her hand dismissively, “I mean, it’ll have to wait now,”

Chakotay placed their plates on the table in his quarters as Janeway recounted her conversation with Rowlins.

“Sneaky!” he laughed as he sat opposite Janeway and poured them both a glass of red.

“It worked though!” Janeway grinned, clearly pleased with herself.

“Here’s to shorter staff meetings!” Chakotay held up his glass and clinked it with hers.

For three weeks Janeway managed to pull it off. Each meeting would be cut short by Rowlins sabotaging something that required the captains attention. However, Tuvok began to get suspicious and commented that he would have to make a careful study of Rowlins’ ability to work efficiently. Janeway realised she had put the young woman through enough and so had to concede that the game was up.

Chakotay told her he had a plan to make things more interesting.

During the next meeting, she found herself so bored she was afraid she’d start crying. Tuvok was discussing a report and was deliberating the finer points of the headings the report required for them to ponder. The only pondering taking place was from Tuvok.

Tom was actually drooling today in his sleep.

B'Elanna seemed resigned that murder was not an option and instead was drawing patterns with her fingers on the desk.

Even Neelix was asleep.

She glanced at Chakotay wondering how and when he intended to liven this up. She spotted the familiar glint of mischief and saw him reach slyly to his left and sharply pinch Neelix in his side.

“HIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!” Neelix squealed shooting out of his seat, eyes wide and whiskers bristling.

Chakotay schooled a shocked look at the Talaxian., his hands quickly back in his lap.

Janeway almost fell off her seat, stuffing her hand into her mouth to prevent the laugh threatening to escape.

Tom shot up in the air instantly awake and B'Elanna’s head snapped up so fast she almost dislocated her neck.

Neelix launched into a frighteningly rapid series of sneezes that were persistent, loud and wet. He tried to apologise, but each word was punctuated by another sneeze and a globule of Talaxian snot.

Janeway quickly called for the Talaxian to be transported to sickbay and in the ensuing rush terminated the meeting.

Later, she relived the experience with Chakotay, snorting with laughter as she recounted Neelix’s apology to her from sickbay. He couldn’t understand what had triggered such an attack as such fits only happened when a Talaxian had been pinched on a sensitive nerve running down their sides.

Chakotay’s eyes sparkled as she asked him how he knew just where to pinch.

“I overheard him telling someone in the mess hall a few weeks back. I stored it for further use!”

“Whilst hilarious, I’m afraid it was a one off opportunity.” Janeway sighed, mirth still dancing in her eyes.

“Sadly yes. Your turn next!” Chakotay grinned.

—-

Janeway was pondering the prospect of painting eyes onto her eyelids in the hope that Tuvok won’t notice that she was asleep. He was once again talking about something…she can’t actually remember what….something about the computer? Or a dispute? Or was it a system reboot?

Sighing, she can’t even think of how to liven up the meeting, she’s just about to fake a faint when Chakotay suddenly speaks up, interrupting Tuvok mid-flow.

“Sorry Tuvok, but the Captain and I have been talking and we feel that staff meetings should now be based amongst our teams and only senior meetings should take place in the event of first contacts or following a red alert. As of next week, all leaders are to hold a team meeting and report back to us of their discussions.” Chakotay’s tone was even, but certainly suggested the matter was not up for discussion.

Janeway gaped at him and felt a smile of relief flood her features, but quickly schooled them.

“Yes, I’m sure you all agree it’s a more efficient way to work,” she added smoothly.

A chorus of relieved, “Aye captain"s follow this, except from Tuvok, who tries to argue, but is quickly quietened by Janeway’s trademark glare.

The meeting is dismissed and Tom can be heard saying, "Thank God for that, though where will I catch up on my sleep now?”

—-

“You weren’t angry with my suggestion?” Chakotay asked over their dinner that night.

“Angry? It was genius! That’s why you are my first officer! What ever would I do without you?” Janeway replied, smiling softly across at him.

“Still be in a staff meeting?” Chakotay joked, avoiding her soft gaze.

“Probably!” Janeway laughed. “Seriously though, what would I do without you?”

“Drink even more coffee?”

“Well….yes, but tonight it’s wine!” she looked at him with an expression that could be taken the wrong way by a desperate man. “Thank you again…I’d be lost without you.”

“Kathryn…..” Chakotay’s voice softened into something resembling wistful sadness.

“Not tonight, Chakotay,” Janeway held up a hand, rose from her seat and moved to lean against the table where he was sitting. “Let’s just enjoy this momentary freedom.”

She leaned down towards him, he leaned up in answer, eyes closing as lips approached lips.

*Tuvok to Janeway.*

“Janeway here…..I hope this is important?” Chakotay leaned back as she spoke, eyes resigned.

“I’m sending over my report from my team meeting that I held once the senior meeting ended. There are a number of things I want to make you aware of…”

The PADD on the table beeped and Janeway picked it up.

“OK….oh! 64 pages? That’s a lot of reading, Tuvok,” Janeway’s eyes widened.

“I really could do with your advice by tomorrow Captain.”

“Understood.”

“Tuvok out.”

“If we blow him out an airlock you wouldn’t have to read it?” Chakotay suggested with a smirk.

“Oh, I’m not reading it. Captain’s prerogative is to delegate. Enjoy Commander.” Janeway returned his smirk.

“Did I ever tell you what a great boss you are?” Chakotay rolled his eyes.

Janeway pushed off the table and began to move towards the bedroom, hips swaying. She flung a seductive look over her shoulder.

“No, but do tell me….bring the wine!” she called, disappearing into the bedroom.

How much fun would it be without you?

length: around 2083 words

genre(s): fluff+a tiny bit of angst

triggers/warnings: Violence, there’s a metion of blood(well two), and cursing.

a/n: Gi, it’s the uniforme it’s use in Jiu Jitsu to practice, and tatami it’s the sort of soft surface to train and fight. Also I’m sorry if there is any grammar mistakes, I tried my best to correct them all. I hope you enjoy!


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Baz

Watching Simon fight was always a pleasure for many reasons. First, because I love making fun of his mistakes. Because I can see him what new things he might use on me later on.  Because he is impulsive and stupid, and wastes air. Because sometimes he is not stupid and impulsive, sometimes he looks determinate and focuses on technique, I don’t think he knows he does that. Because his hair drips his sweat and falls in his face, and when I was blessed to see him without the uniform, every muscle of his body looks bigger; it kills me a little bit every time.

Watching him fight was a pleasure but fighting was a delight. I love to win. I love laughing at him. Although I love more when he pins me down and looks at me, intensely like I was the only thing that existed in the world, angry yes, frustrated too; as if he was going to explode.  

I felt bad for him, sometimes; his emotions always got the best of him, and since we were kids I have always known how to trigger them. It was worse back then though, he used to cry every time.

“What a little baby” My father would say coldly, instead of congratulating me. I would look over where Simon was crying in Bunce’s shoulder, as the other people of his dojo got close with a smile to congratulating him even if when he lost.

Simon won. Actually he had hurt the other’s guy arm. Too explosive, too impulsive, too much strength. Simon is always too much.  He is good though, and he has won our fights several times; it just happens that I know him too damn well.

I follow Simon with my eyes after the fight. He went to the medic, where the guy was.

Simon touch the back of his neck, from his neck dripping sweat like the rest of his unrealistically beautiful for a guy who doesn’t take care of what he eats, ashamed.

The other guy looked up after Simon talks, he smiles at Simon a shakes his head. Simon laughs at something the guy says and I can’t look anymore.

“We should start warming up” I say harshly to a poor guy who was unlucky enough to sit next to me.

Simon.

Baz is always good, so fucking good. I hate it.

After I apologize I sit next to Penelope, who is looking at her phone, although the tiredness left my body as soon as I saw Baz on the distance kicking the mitt, elegant and perfect.  He is always showing off his talents, since we are kids he likes to do it. It’s impossible not to look at him. Baz’s presence is so distinctive, like he is meant to look at because no one in the world can compare to him and what he is capable of.

He stops practicing after a while and walks in front of me, to his seat. His skin his shiny from the sweat, his pony tail less tight and secure than before, no longer elegant; messy instead. I look straight at his eyes, he smirks pleased to see I’m annoyed.

He is perfect, and the burden of my existence. 

****

He won again. He always does.

We tied twice, at the first 3 minutes later in the extra minute. Finally he won at the last round, which was the gold point round; the first one to make a point wins.

At the end of the fight I, bitterly, give my congratulations to him, I don’t bother to go to the other side of the tatami to congratulate his couch too as is tradition; he doesn’t has a couch (he doesn’t need it). I decide to just ignore my couch and take the upper part of the gi to go outside.

I try to calm down, breath; once I’m outside. It might be working when there are steps beside me; the entrance to the gym is next to me so it interrupts my thoughts. I open my eyes, thinking it probably is Penelope.

I would like to look away, but I can’t.

Baz.

I can’t believe I came to check on him.

I don’t know if I regret my decision. Maybe I should; since he is looking at me as if he was going to attack me. But just a second before this he was resting his back and head on the wall, with his eyes close and lips open (mouth breather), the baggy pants of the gi falling from his hips, and his chest full of freckles out in the light of day; and fuck that is beautiful image to save in my mind.

“What do you want?” He asks in between his teeth.

“Just making sure you weren’t to throw yourself in the highway, Snow” I laugh. “What fun would it be to come to this events if I you weren’t here?” He probably only heard a mock, instead of a confession. He is an idiot.

“Well, I’m glad I’m real motivation to you,Baz” He bows to me, and his curls falls on his eyes, while he stills look at me and smiles annoyed.

“Oh you have no idea Snow”

Why else would I come? To please my father? To keep my family legacy in the dojo? Ha.

As much as I enjoy Jiu Jitsu, I have only two real motivations. For starters, I don’t know how else would I keep my mother’s memory, in what other way could I feel so close to her presence outside the thing she was most passionate about.  

Then, Simon. Bloody Simon Snow. Need to say more?

****

Simon.

“I thank the heavens for a day of the least amount of Basilton in months” Penelope exclaims raising his arms in to the sky as we are walking to the car with our backpacks. . After the little argument I had with Baz outside Penelope forbid me from talking about him all day.  

The event is over, our dojo won second place on the overall event, Baz’s won first place –what a surprise I know. We are going to celebrate anyway.

I roll my eyes, and look away.  

We are almost in the car when I see Baz in the back of the small parking lot of the gym. At first I think he is just talking with his classmates, but I don’t recognize the group of boys pushing him against a wall. Although I can’t see his face from this distance, neither hear what they are saying, I recognize his position as defensive, as if he knows he is going to fight.

I stop walking, trying to recognize the people forming the circle around Baz. One steps out of the circle and walks up to Baz, probably trying to intimidate him –which is stupid, Baz has too much of a presence to let another person run over it.

I take another step to the situation.

“Simon” I hear Penelope say, but I don’t answer.

Baz looks around him, he is trapped. Where are his classmates?

Finally I can see who is the guy; Francisco. I hate him more than Baz. His opponents always end up injured; he always does it on purpose.  I have won some, and lost others with him but I always catch him trying to harm or break me something. This year he wasn’t on my category(he probably gain weight, on purpose probably), years before he always has been.

He did fight against Baz today though, I guess he hadn’t anyone to fight against him and Baz was the closer to his weight, I am lighter since Baz is taller than me. And he lost, because Baz is strong, and excellent fighter, it doesn’t matter who is against to. Of course Baz wasn’t very humble about it after the fight, I don’t think Baz likes him either. Francisco might be to undisciplined for his taste.

He gets close enough to Baz to touch his face, and laughs. I growl and take another step closer. Baz takes Francisco´s arm and pushes him back. Baz says something, which Francisco doesn’t take well and throws himself to Baz to punch him. Baz protects his face fast enough to avoid it, the hits him back. Francisco´s friends run to take Baz arms, and before I see Francisco kicking his stomach; I’m running.

Baz.

I feel the kick in my stomach before I can free myself from the grip. I don’t feel the second come. Instead I’m blessed with the sight of Simon running to push Francisco away. For a small second, no one reacted, until Simon did and threw a very well calculated hook in to Francisco yaw. Then hell broke free.

Simon didn’t stop punching; he never did when he started. Francisco started to respond, and the other two of his friends reacted and went to grab Simon. It didn’t work, Simon exploded. He pushed back Francisco with a side kick in the stomach, and punched one the other guy on the nose, and kicked his knee. And kicked the other one in the balls, and punched him again, to push him to the other, who was still taken back by the pain of his knee.

I decide to take advantage of the distraction, and take these guys off me. I kick the guy at my right in the knee, and take my arm back. I kick the other one, who is holding my arm stronger at the sight of his friend. I try to kick him the lower parts, but the guy is quick and moves, I try to fight the grab, since I’m worry about the other when he comes back. I guy tries to move me close to him, I fight back. He kicks my thigh and I feel the muscle hurt, but I don’t give on the pain, he tries it again I pull up my leg so he hits my calf instead. It hurts but it hurts him more, because is bone against bone.

I sink my fingers against his eyes; he pulls back and looses the grip on my arm. I take advantage of it and punch him right in the nose. My arm is finally free, I turn back to see the other guy I kick in the knee in the floor trying to get up. As I go back to the other guy who is coming back to me as well, a voice interrupts me. We froze, I turn my head.  Just next to guy on the floor I see Simon’s master, Miss Possibelf staring at us.

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My father leaves me sitting on the floor of the parking lot, while I wait for the doctor to inspect if I have anything broken, angry, and disappointed of me, worried too(maybe). Still he doesn’t show any emotion, he just lets me know.  I look at the floor, angry too. This wouldn’t have happened if he hadn’t left me alone taking care of the car to talk to the master hosting the tournament.

Bunce, in an intelligent move, had called her master to stop the fight. The rest of the masters present help to stop the fight all of us. Simon was the hardest to move from Francisco, and vice versa. Both were pretty fuck up at this point and had blood everywhere, but were too much of something, too stubborn maybe. Simon is always too much.

“Hey” I heard him mumble beside me. I look up at him.

I laugh, instead of answering. “Looking for me to praise you? Maybe a thank you?” He stares at me confused. “Or perhaps a good laugh?” My eyes go back to the floor.

“Just to check on you actually” He sits beside me and I look back at him, I take the luxury to examine him since I realized he is not looking at me but the sky. The light of the moon, illuminates his skin, now clean from the blood, like he was painted.

His face is probably inflamed, his lips are already a bit purple, and his skin is not only mark by the freckles –which now in the night look like constellations to me.

“Why did you help me?” I ask bitter.

“Because it was the right thing to do” He simply declares, moving his hands from his knees to rest them in the floor. He stares back at me, smiles. I feel the blush on my cheek, as I also feel his hand over. “And really how much fun would it be without you here?“