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A Chance Like This - Knockout x reader

Word count: 7,740 Warnings: none Takes place on the episode “Flying Mind” A/N: This is the longest oneshot I’ve ever written and actually turned out pretty good. I wrote this over a year ago. I think I did a good job adding enough that it wasn’t just the whole episode written down.

You were staring wide eyed as Bulkhead told the human charges about his adventure being stuck on Nemesis. The group of listening humans, including you, was standing on the high platform closest to the groundbridge.

“And when the Insecticons backed off, I got inspired by my proximity to the power core, and did what I do best.” He hit his fist into the other servo making a loud crash for dramatic effect.

Miko and you stood by the yellow, metal guards while Jack leaned on the desk, Raf was sitting by the computer, and Agent Fowler stood in the back.

“Whoa,” you let out. Being stuck on the ship would be something you hate; you would have no idea how to get off.

“You trashed Megatron’s ride like a rock star in a hotel room.” Miko threw her hands into the air.

“So what are we going to do now?” you asked when you realized the Decepticons would in one spot and unable to move for a long period of time.

“We should hit the ‘Cons right now, while their vulnerable,” Arcee said to her teammates with determination.

“Megatron’s warship may be grounded, but let’s not forget we remain vastly outnumbered,” Ratchet, who was apart from the group and on your right, reminded.“Especially since he has added the insecticon hive to his ranks.”

“Then maybe it’s time for me in call in an air strike,” Agent Fowler stepped closer to the railing. “Or for us to consider more extreme measures, Agent Fowler.” The prime had a grim look in his optics that made you uneasy. He gestured for Ratchet to follow him down the corridor. Their heavy, metal steps resonated through the room. Your heart pounded as your mind searched the all the possibilities of what could happen with worry. Not just because Optimus Prime having that emotion was a reason for concern. 

Because there was someone on Nemesis that you didn’t want hurt.

He walked back into the room with a blue circular object, with gray designs covering it that made you stumble back.

“Is that…?” you began, but couldn’t finish the sentence.

“The spark extractor? Yes,” Optimus replied.

“I thought that… doing that would be too violent and wrong… to just take all of their sparks at once. Why…?” You struggled for words in shock.

“Although I would greatly prefer lesser means, it could be our only chance to end the war.”

“I guess. I just wish… it didn’t have to end like that. There has to be another way, right?” your eyes reflected sadness and hope.

He let out a sad sigh. “While I wish the same, I fear we have no other option.”

You whimpered. There was the urge to say more and attempt to convince them to choose another path. Yet you knew everyone would probably get annoyed at you for defending the villains, and Optimus Prime made up his mind. Who were you to question his decision? There was still something inside of you that wanted to stop it, that wasn’t at peace.

You didn’t want all of the Decepticons to die. You didn’t want Knockout to die.

You didn’t know him that well, but you were fond of him. His personality, his finish, just everything about him made you have a soft spot for him. When you got the chance, you’d try to get pictures of him, it was just hard to without getting caught. You wished you were actually friends with him, although now it would be too late.

The thought of him dying twisted and stabbed your heart. You probably should have never let yourself get that attached, but there was no going back.

A beeping at the console in front of Ratchet interrupted your thoughts.

“Optimus, I’m detecting a massive energy spike at the Decepticon crash site. It appears to be dark energon.” Ratchet had a serious and grim expression on his faceplate.

Everyone, except Optimus Prime, flinched at the news. They stared at the map with a purple circle on what you assumed to be the crash site.

The groundbridge lit up with the light swirling and dancing once Ratchet flipped the switch. It seemed much blurrier than usual. That’s when you realized how much tears formed in your eyes. You swiftly blinked them away, refusing to be caught. A part of you wanted to run in, to see if there was a way to save him or see him one more time. The thought of seeing his faceplate twist in pain in flinching as his spark was wretched away from him was enough you have you rapidly blinking. Please don’t cry in front of them; please don’t cry in front of them, you repeated in your mind. How would they react if they knew you cared for a Decepticon? They would probably send you to therapy or a mental hospital or something.

All the Autobots but Ratchet, who was staying, and Optimus, who seemed to be planning on entering last. They effortlessly shifted to their vehicle forms and quickly went through. You took a sharp breath when you noticed the extractor in Bumblebee’s hand as he transformed.

Fowler was saying something to the prime about how he had to be there to witness the Decepticon defeat, but you couldn’t pay attention. You just kept thinking about Knockout. Was he going to die? That couldn’t be right. Not now.

Optimus agreed to bring Agent Fowler and drove through the groundbridge. Then the light disappeared, leaving you to wonder when it would be done.

The last time you saw him could literally have been the last time you’d ever see him. You’d never get the chance to meet him or be friends with him. He’d be gone forever. You were panicking. When would the spark extractor be generated? Had it already happened? Was he already not existing anymore? Would you feel something when he was extinguished, like suddenly feel a part of you was missing or punched in the gut? All of these questions and negative emotions filled you and you believed you would burst. You already wandered and began pacing in the corner where everyone would be less likely to notice you. Just in case you broke down crying, which was becoming more likely by the second.

“Team’s down, requesting medevac,” Fowler’s voice came through the comm.

Your eyes widened and your heart leaped. “What?” you turned to the screen. You had been prepared to gain sadness from Knockout being terminated, not the Autobots being injured. Needless to say, you were concerned.

“What happened?” Ratchet asked.

“The Nemesis shot some crazy beam at the 'Bots and now they’re frozen.”

“What?” Jack asked.

“Are they…” Raf wasn’t able to finished the sentence in fear.

“I don’t know. I need to examine them. Hang tight. I will be there.” Ratchet opened up the groundbridge.

It took a while to get everyone back. Ratchet was the only one big enough to carry them and had to do so one at a time. As they were brought in, all the humans grew more sad and worried. It was terrible to see them still and lifeless like that. You prayed they were okay.

“Did they get the chance to use the spark extractor?” you asked when the question crossed your mind and you managed to reached Fowler on the higher platform.

“No. The 'Cons were too fast,” Fowler answered.

A sigh of relief escaped you, however as you did so, you masked it as a cough, to avoid everyone’s questioning eyes. It meant Knockout was alright. It may have been wrong, with everyone frozen, but you were actually happy the turn of events happened. It meant Knockout was still alive. You just hoped the others didn’t stay that way forever.

The other three on the floor below were still gazing in sorrow at the awkwardly posing cybertronians as Ratchet scanned them. His metallic steps echoed through the quiet room as he inspected the console.

“They’re alive, but I’ve never encountered this form of stasis lock.” He held his chin with his digits while staring at a large screen that currently showed Optimus.

“The 'Cons are crossing the Atlantic,” Fowler marched right up, near the vitals displayed in green. Ratchet’s optics shifted from the console’s information to the human. “Making a bee-line for North America,” he waved his arm horizontally to illustrate his point.

“Wait, we can track them?” Jack noticed as the three other walked over on the floor below.

“Why aren’t they cloaked like usual?” Raf lifted an eyebrow.

Your eyes widened when you realized it now that they mentioned it.  Fowler’s facial expression changed, a clear indicator that the same just occurred to him.

“None of this makes a lick of sense,” the black male voiced what everyone was thinking, “they had us in the crosshairs, but the 'Cons just took off.”

“They even bailed on that spark extractor thingy.” Miko waved her hand, as confused as everyone else.

“Megatron could have gotten the spark extractor AND destroyed Optimus. He would never turn down something like that. Why?” The thought tangled in your mind as you tried to make sense of it.

“Wait,” Jack said when an idea struck him. “If the ship isn’t cloaked, maybe the communications relays are open and-”

“Ehp, eph.” The medic cut him off and rotated around to the teenagers. “Are you suggesting that we just call Megatron and ask him what’s happening up there?!” he sarcastically thought, attempting to show the insanity of the idea.

As ridiculous and unlikely as it sounded, surprisingly, it didn’t sound like a bad idea considering the circumstances. The kids simultaneously shrugged and Ratchet looked in shock as it struck him that they were serious. For better or worse, it was probably the best plan. You needed to know what was going on. It was worth a shot. Ratchet then stared at Fowler and you for your opinion. You both did the same as the humans before.

After contemplating, he finally opened up communication. This gave enough time for the three to climb up onto the same floor you were on. “This is Outpost Omega One to Decepticon warship. Megatron, please respond.” If he felt awkward sending a message to Megatron, he wasn’t showing any signs of it.

He glared at the larger screen, waiting for a response, but none came. You held your breath. Were you actually going to hear Megatron? Even if he was on Nemesis and couldn’t do anything to you while you were safely at the base, the thought terrified you. At the same time, you wanted him to answer, to figure out if everything was okay, if Knockout was okay. Maybe you would get lucky and the shiny, red mech would answer. However, that scenario was unlikely and everyone would be suspicious if you began fangirling before you could stop yourself.

More silence. Was it supposed to be this long? Did Megatron decide to ignore them?

“Megatron,” Ratchet repeated.

Everyone seemed to freeze, yet there was more silence. You expected it to last as long as the last one, when suddenly a noise hit your ear. A bee-do-beep of someone connecting to the comm link reverberated in the air.

“Megatron has been relieved of his command,” an unfamiliar, intimidating voice shot out of the speakers. There was no picture on the screen identifying who it was. Almost made you wish the 'Cons stayed quiet, but it presented an important piece of information and you were eager to learn more.

Ratchet’s faceplate briefly twisted in confusion before returning to its former stern state. He was probably wondering who it was and how Megatron, being as strong as he is, could be pulled off of his Decepticon throne. The latter was the one currently on your mind, along with if Knockout was well.

“Who is this?” Ratchet questioned.

“ 'Who is this?’ ” the deep voice repeated.

“Have you taken control of the Decepticon vessel?”

All of the humans stared at the huge cybertronian monitor, while Raf stared at Ratchet. Fear of the current situation was written on the young boy’s face.

“I AM the Decepticon vessel

The color drained from your face at that news. The warship was alive? Whaaa…

"Any Cybertronian who interferes with my mission will be neutralized,” Nemesis continued.

The previously green screen suddenly hosted large pictures of frozen Decepticons. It flickered through three individual images, displaying some vehicons frozen to panic and insecticons on the ceiling unmoving. To your dismay or relief, it didn’t show Knockout. It only left you feeling restless at the uncertainty of his condition. Then they faded away to how the console appeared before.

“What mission?” Ratchet asked in a less authoritive tone, most likely a result from processing the new, alarming information.

“Priority one, decrypt Iacon database and recover Decepticon technology.” he spoke as if reading a script

“For what purpose?” the medic pressed for more information.

Everyone stayed focusing on the blurry, static picture as if it would change into something interesting. No reply. Then the static identification picture blinked out as the link ended.

“He hung up? Rude!” Miko commented and crossed her arms. You stared at her. Clearly her priorities were pretty mixed up if her first concern was a huge warship being rude, rather than the fact the Decepticon vessel just got a mind of its own and is holding the 'Cons hostage or worse.

There was no telling how dangerous it could be. Although, your top concern was what happened to Knockout. You prayed with all of your heart he was safe.

“Rude?!” Apparently, the older agent had the same thought as you. “There’s a giant spaceship, flying around, collecting Decepticon weapons of mass destruction!” He waved his hands around.

“Ah ah,” Jack interrupted, “A ship filled with neutralized Decepticons.”

“How does that make it any better?” you questioned.

“This could our only chance to slip aboard and download the Iacon database,” the teenager explained. He pointed up as if the ship were above you.

“So Optimus can decode it,” Raf finished Jack’s thought.

You nodded and had to agree. It was a great plan, and you were surprised it never occurred to you.

Ratchet turned to them, staring down as he processed it. “Ingenious.” He was clearly impressed. He looked up with certainty. “I will infiltrate the Decepticon warship.”

“No!” you blurted out. Provided, you were mostly concerned about Knockout, but you still cared about your other Cybertronian friends.

“Not ingenious,” Jack disagreed, putting emphasis on the first word. “You saw what it did to the Decepticons.”

“And probably Megatron too,” Raf added.

“And team Prime,” Miko read more off the list of Cybertronians who were neutralized. Her gaze became hard and serious.

“Yeah. We can’t have you frozen too,” you objected.

“But that tub had me dead to rights, and I’m still breathing,” Fowler pointed out, smiling.

“The ship may be blind to humans,” Jack concluded the best answer.

A smile crept onto your face as a plan cooked in your mind.

“Very well, Agent Fowler,” the Cybertronian reluctantly agreed. “But at the first sign of trouble, I am bridging you right back here.” He shifted to face the console and pulled out what looked to be an alien version of a USB, like what Jack had that restored Optimus Prime’s memory. “Now, in order to download the database, you will need a compatible transfer drive.” He held out the USB, which was relatively the same size as a book. A slightly oversized book.

“A what?” Fowler had confusion written all over his face as he took the drive with two hands.

“He’ll also need tech support,” Raf volunteered with a smirk, knowing that he’d be coming along.

“And backup,” Miko nodded with her arms crossed.

“Which includes me.” You stood tall. You wanted to help your friends. Besides, it would be cool to go on the ship and possibly see your favorite Decepticon. It would be nerve-racking, but your excitement removed any fear.

“Hrmm, very well,” the medic grumbled. Faltering over to the controls for the groundbirdge, he punched in the coordinates and the way through started up out of nowhere.

The colors danced around in a wonderful phenomenon, however your eyes and mind had grown accustomed to it with how frequently it was used. You took a deep breath to steel yourself, knowing that the enemy’s vessel was on the other side.

“Be careful,” Ratchet reminded, his voice taking a more gentle tone.

“We will,” Jack nodded before marching through.

they casually walked in, confidence boosted by the fact they were all paralyzed. They all stood there, towering over you. The fact that they were so stiff and lifeless made it feel like a horror movie. As soon as Fowler made it through, the swirling vortex closed behind you as if it was never there.

“Fowler to base. We’re in,” the agent reported back with the drive tucked beneath his right arm.

“Good,” Ratchet answered. “Their data core should be accessible from any console.”

All of you began your trek through Nemesis’ dark and long corridors. They all stood there, towering over you. The fact that they were so stiff and lifeless made it feel like a horror movie. Miko stared up and Jack stepped over a giant foot.

Was the fact that the corridors were long mentioned before? Because you were beginning to sweat. You prayed that you wouldn’t have to walk much farther. Then again, this is a Cybertronian sized ship. What did you expect? And of course Megatron would have to punish the Decepticons with long walks and halls that all looked the same!

Raf gulped when you reached the end of the corridor and it split into two, “H-here’s one.” He tentatively point to the right.

Your prayers were answered, both of them. A console, and the one you wanted to see the most.

You spied Knockout, frozen and leaning on the console. He may have been paralyzed, but at least he was still alive. It made your heart ache and wish you could help him. However, it was probably better that he wasn’t awake, so he would be unable to squish any of you. That was the problem with him being a Decepticon.

The Japanese girl ran up to him. She banged her fist on him three times. Knock, knock knock! You had to clamp your hand over your mouth and bite your tongue to prevent yourself from screaming at her to be careful, not hurt him, or mess up his finish.

“Doc Knock is knocked out,” she grinned with satisfaction.

You smiled slightly and loosened up at  Miko’s joke, finding it somewhat humorous. Although you felt guilty for it.

After Miko confirmed that Knockout wouldn’t be awake to hurt you, you were the first to run over. Your eyes stared up at him and all of his shiny glory. The way the light from the console shone on him and causing the illusion of his color being slightly altered was magnificent. He was even more hot in person, especially this close.

Your heart skipped a beat. You had never been that close to him before! After some hesitation, and wiping your hands on your pants, you lightly ran your fingers against his finish. Although it wasn’t long, since you didn’t want to ruin perfection with your oils. It felt so smooth and glossy. A touch of heaven. That made you both want to touch it more, and afraid to touch it in fear you would spoil it. You were dragged back to reality and took a step back when Raf began speaking.

“Look. The ship’s decoded two sets of Iacon coordinates.” Raf stepped closer and stared up at the console with wide eyes. Red from the screen reflected off of his glasses. A beep cut through the eerie silence and a row of random lines was added to the other two. “Three!” he added. The young boy flipped around to Fowler and the drive. “Let’s rip and run.”

“Okay,” you nodded and stared up, trying not to lock your gaze on the red mech since everyone was watching. “How’re we gonna get up?”

Without any words, Raf rushed to the bottom of Knockout’s pede with Agent Fowler following closely behind. You tilted your head in question of what they were going to do when they began climbing on the Cybertronian, using him like a ladder to get up. A bright red blush to rival your crush’s armor sprang onto your face. It came into realization that you would have to do the same.

“There’s the port,” Raf said once he reached the top, but you hadn’t made it up yet.

You never felt more nervous in your life. At first thought, you considered taking your shoes off, as to not scuff the paint. However, you were doubtful of how clean your socks were, besides, the others would question why you took your shoes off. Taking a deep breath to calm your nerves, you placed a shaky hand on Knockout to steady yourself as you hesitantly began climbing.

“Sorry, Knockout. Please forgive me,” you whispered under your breath, facing down in attempt to make this plead unheard by the others above you.

Your face became a more radiant red, if that was possible as you made your way up him. You did everything in your power to not get finger smudges on him. Thankfully, the way he was leaning forward made it easier to scramble up, rather than having to vertically scale him.

Fowler and Raf had moved a lot quicker than you as you were hesitant and careful. You heard the drive click into the port and a soft beep emanated from the data being downloaded. When you reached the top, you stayed standing on Knockout, on the black part between his head and red shoulders, for a few seconds, not wanting to leap off of him. You debated sitting on his shoulder or not. At first you decided you had a job to do and the others may judge, although it was a shame considering you would probably never be the same position again.

Taking a glance down, you noticed that Miko and Jack decided not to climb up. Another blush crept up as you realized that you didn’t need to climb up. Well, it was done. Now you wanted to stay, and you were glad you were able to touch him so much. You pressed your lips together into a line and pondered it. On second thought you decided you would sit, you didn’t need to stand on the console. They didn’t need your help. Besides, you were afraid you would accidentally press a wrong button on the control panel if you did.

With a smile, you sat on his shoulder. You made a small prayer that your pants were clean enough. It felt nice sitting there, like you belonged there. You were convinced you could have stayed like that forever. When you were sure no one was looking, you stared down and admire Knockout’s face.

That’s when a brilliant and awesome idea came into your head.  What if you took a selfie? That would be like a dream come true, aside from actually being friends with or dating him. It was risky, as in they could very well spot you doing it… It was too tempting. You would probably never get the opportunity for this again. The rewards outweighed the risk, and you simply couldn’t help yourself.

You stepped down and flipped out your phone. After tapping on the camera, you started to angle it correctly.

“Seriously?” Miko on the ground shook her head in disbelief.

“When else will I get a chance like this?” Your eyes stayed fixed on the phone screen, carefully positioning the phone so it gets both you and Knockout’s face without dropping your phone. Dropping it this high would probably break it. With the way his helm was dangling from being shot with the paralyze beam, it made it more difficult than you wanted.

Upon clicking the button to take the picture a few times, you smirked and examined the selfies. They were clear and fit enough you and him in. It was a little dark, but there wasn’t much you could do about it. If you activated the flash, you’d have the whole room’s shifting their focus onto you. Apparently the teenage girl decided to ignore you, because she wasn’t paying you any attention now. Thankfully, no one else seemed to take notice of her remark. You were very giddy and grateful that you got the opportunity to do that. You felt like a kid left in a candy store, told you could get whatever you want.

Miko and Jack below stared up. They studied the screen and the warship’s destination displayed on it.

“Um, why is the warship heading for Manhattan?”  Jack inquired upon peering closer at a smaller screen to the left of the larger one.

Everyone else followed his gaze to verify the truth of his words. What you saw confirmed it. It displayed a map of the north section of the western hemisphere. One moving circle hovered above the Atlantic ocean, most likely where you were located now, and the other stayed grounded in New York.

Raf’s eyes shifted back over to the decoded coordinates. The first set was flashing. “Because that’s where first set of coordinates are located?”

“What?!” you let out in surprise, sitting up straighter and almost standing. Thankfully, this didn’t draw any attention to yourself and they didn’t notice you sitting on the Decepticon. They were too concerned with processing the information and staring at the screen.

Fowler’s face displayed fear like you had never seen from him before. “What would a relic from Cybertron be doing in the Big Apple?”

“The Iacon relics landed on Earth eons ago, Agent Fowler,” Ratchet explained gravely on the other side of communications, “long before the city was built atop it.”

Jack immediately deciphered the meaning of the situation. “Which means if the ship wants this one it may have to move some buildings out of the way.”

All of the present humans’ eyes stayed locked on the map in horror. The Nemesis clearly  had lots of power, and without the Decepticons controlling it, it would make no effort to stay hidden. It would simply use all the fire power it could to complete its goal. How much damage would be caused and how many lives would be taken if it reached the city?

“Our mission just got complicated,” Fowler stated while pressing the earpiece. “How do we deter this ship?”

As he spoke, you noticed the other two humans, climbing up. Barely managing to stop the whine that desired to vibrate in your throat, you hopped onto the platform for the console’s keyboard. You couldn’t help but cross your arm and glare whenever Jack and Miko appeared in your line of vision for ruining your time with Knockout. Instead you averted your gaze to the map as they stepped onto the same platform as you. Normally you’d be nervous and doubting if it could support everyone’s weight, although these uncertainties to the back of your head. Raf was staring down, holding his chin while he thought.

“I would advise disabling the navigation module. Call up the main navigation menu,” Ratchet instructed.

You followed everyone’s gaze to the controls to the left of the one you stood on.

“There,” Raf pointed. How he knew that the other panel was for the navigation, you had no idea. It looked exactly the same as the one you were on. Maybe because it was under the screen displaying the map.

Before the boy could make any other movement, Agent Fowler lifted his hand in front of him. “Step aside, son.”

He leaped to the other side. When he tried to figure out how to make it work, it pressed his hand onto a slab of metal that stuck out slightly farther than the rest. As soon as his hand came into contact, there was a zap. Electricity danced around his hand. You and the other three jolted in shock. The government agent groaned previous to falling backwards unconscious. Unfortunately, backwards was right off the platform.

“Agent Fowler!” Jack cried out.

All of you rushed to reach him, but it was too late. He took a heavy hit as he slumped to the floor. You cringed at the muffled bang of him colliding with the ground. All you could do was pray that the damage from both the shock and falling would only be temporary. He rolled over and groaned weakly.

“System access detected,” the same voice from early on the comm broke you out of your transfixed horror. Once again, you and the other three jumped and hastily searched the room, although this time out of fear. Your figures were rigid. “Interference will not be tolerated.”

“There,” Raf said once he spotted it.

He pointed up at something that resembled an egg poking out of the ceiling and lowering slightly. It was shiny and black. If you were seeing correctly, you thought you saw a camera installed in it. It swiveled around to scan the room.

“Reveal yourself,” it demanded. At one point, the camera seemed to point straight at you

“It doesn’t see us,” Miko grinned in victory, loosening up her fighting stance.

You felt yourself smile a little, relieved at the good news.

“Yet,” Ratchet grumpily reminded. “The ship must not be scanning for carbon-based life-forms. But once it widens its search parameters…”

“We’re toast,” Raf finished.

“I’m bridging you back.”

“No,” Jack waved his hands in an 'X’ while firmly refusing. “There are millions of lives at stake in New York, and we four are currently the only ones who can do anything about it.”

Once again, Jack was the master of logic, and you agreed. If humans couldn’t be seen, then the four of you were the only ones who could save everyone. You glanced down, shifting from Fowler to Knockout, your eyes lingering on the red mech. You didn’t want the same thing to happen to you, but you needed to stop this thing to save Knockout from this frozen state… oh, and the Autobots… aaaannd all the other people in New York that you completely just forgot about. Apparently Knockout’s life, although he wasn’t technically dead, meant more to you than millions of people. You had strange priorities. Maybe it was time you got them straight and/or took some therapy… Nah!

“If it knows we’re here now, shouldn’t we talk more quietly so it doesn’t detect us through sound?” you urgently whispered.

“The sounds you’re making is too quiet  for the ship to detect,” the medic answered you. “You’re out of your element, Jack. These readings, the ship’s rapid recovery,” he listed, “all point to the fact that Megatron employed Dark Energon to repair it.”

Jack had leaped down when Ratchet was speaking. “Hold on,” Jack interrupted as he took Fowler’s pulse. “If you’re saying the ship is fueled by dark Energon, we can dump it, right?”

Miko and Raf lowered themselves on the edge and let themselves drop to follow Jack. They landed on their feet with zero apparent injuries.

It probably wasn’t a long way down if they were fine, but it looked unsettled from your position. You bit your lip as you prepared yourself to jump. However, when counting down from three, you stopped on two because of an idea floating into your brain. You practically skipped back to Knockout and climbed down on him. Not only did you get to touch him again and be close to him

“Hmm,” Ratchet made a sound of approval you never thought you’d hear. “You’ll need to reserve the warship’s Energon infuser. Follow the main overhead conduits,” he instructed.

“I think I should stay here,” you stated, holding your hands close to you, “in case anything changes on the screen and to watch Fowler. I don’t think we should move him in this state and I don’t think we should just leave him either.”

They nodded. “Good idea,” Jack approved, “Just stay out of trouble.” With that, they bolted down the corridor, following Ratchet’s directions.

“I will.” You mumbled as they turned out of sight, “Not much trouble I can get into just sitting here.” You knew what they meant, don’t get neutralized. Then once again, your eyes landed onto the familiar glossy finish.  With a smirk, you added, “Well, if he were awake I see how I could get into trouble.”

Most of your time was spent admiring Knockout, sitting on him and kicking your legs back and forth. You occasionally glance at Fowler or the screen to make sure nothing changed. To most, it may have been uninteresting, but considering that most did not have an obsession with a shiny red Decepticon, or maybe most would if they knew his existence, you were occupied with studying every detail of Knockout. The only thing that could make it better is if he were awake, in a situation where you’re friends, and you could talk.

While gazing into his face, you realized something you could do. Something you were tempted to do. Kiss him. Your face flamed up to the same color as his armor. You could do it, no one would see. Wait a second, there were probably security cameras, although even if that weren’t a possibility, you’d still be hesitant just because it’s embarrassing. Whining slightly, you bit on your lip as you restrained yourself.

A sound of smooth motors moving distracted you from your current daydream. Your eyes immediately leapt to the ceiling to observe a gun device lowering and pointing at you.

“I am infested with alien life-forms!” Nemesis growled.

It must have widened its search enough now. “Uh oh.” You let yourself slid off of Knockout. Fortunately, the cannon was aiming higher, probably at your head, thus it just barely missed Knockout. You were barely look back at the blaster before it began firing again. A light blue electrical orb sailed over your head as you ducked and bolted out of its path. Your head turned all over the place, with your hair flying, to find a place to hide.

Strangely enough, when the fact that it was an area built for larger creatures was taken into account, there weren’t many places to take cover. One of the few places you spotted was underneath the console controls, a dark pocket to stay out of sight. That was the area you rushed to. Blood pounded in your ears as you pumped your legs as fast as you could, paranoid that a blast would hit you.

Once in the cover of the shadows, your eyes searched for any danger. You noticed Fowler still passed out on the floor. Fortunately, the warship seemed to completely pass over Agent Fowler, probably since it already shocked him. That made it easier for you; all you needed to worry about was yourself. In the middle of your thought, you spotted the gun lowering itself until it saw you. Without any time to spit out a curse at your luck, you lurched out of the way.

“All parasites will be eradicated!” it shouted again.

The only other place you could go to avoid being neutralized was behind Knockout. You didn’t want him to get him himself from being your shield; however that blaster wasn’t giving you much of a choice. You ducked behind him, your back just an inch away from touching him. The balls that Nemesis attempted to throw at you buzzed upon coming into contact with him. “Sorry.” You hoped it wasn’t hurting him.

It seemed like it ran out of options of how to freeze you, or maybe it just hadn’t calculated another way yet. Before it could, the gun slowly choked and paused like a lawnmower running out of gas.

“Critical power drain. I am… in… command. Prepare to be… neutralized…” The final string of its power and command was undone. It sputtered while being pulled back into the ceiling, a welcomed action that caused you to sigh in relief. The light began to fade from red to blue.

“They must have done it.” You smiled in victory.

The screens and lights faded from creepy red to a pleasant blue, not to different from the color of energon or the Autobots’ optics. The room was still dim, yet it filled you with hope and served as another sign that the mission was accomplished. Agent Fowler was gradually waking up. You were unaware if the damage had simply worn off, or if all the Cybertronians who were hit would presently wake up.

Your gaze shifted to Knockout. You felt guilty about using him as a shield, but now you were worried about something else. What if he wasn’t paralyzed anymore? He did seem to be slumping over more. You decided to hide in case he wakes up, not wanting him to crush you or be disgusted by a human. If he was disgusted at the sight of you it would break your heart. You managed to drag Fowler under the console into hiding with you, to prevent him from meeting the fate you imagined.

Upon seeing Jack, Miko, and Raf dash to you, a rush of joy came over you. The fear of being caught by a non-neutralized Decepticon flowed out of you and was replaced with euphoria for saving the day and the mission completed. You came out of hiding under the console to meet them. The whole time you moved as quickly as you could while helping Fowler walk.

“You’re back! Is there a button we need to press to make the Cybertronians go back to normal or-” you began, wanting to make sure Knockout and the Autobots would be able to move again.

“They’re already waking up.” Jack pointed behind him, “We saw Megatron unfreeze. We need to get out of here.”

“Megatron?!” Your eyes widened and felt a scare cord being struck at the tyrant’s name. Your friends were brave.  Then your brows furrowed in confusion, since Knockout was still frozen. Then you nodded when you remember how many times he was hit when you were hiding. Of course it would take him longer to come out of it, considering that the ship was firing every three seconds.

Miko slung Fowler’s arm over her shoulder. "On your feet, soldier!” She aided you, taking the man’s weight out of your hands.

“And beavers and ducks and walnuts and grandma?” he deliriously spoke while flailing his other arms as much as you would allow. With that he wiggled out of yours and Miko’s hold, causing him to fall onto the ground again. Miko appeared seriously freaked out. If it weren’t for the still dangerous circumstances you were in, you might have laughed.

A beep emitted from the monitor which drew your attention to it. A fourth Iacon relic location was revealed. The bar that displayed the download progress was half way filled.

“That’s all that’s been downloaded?!” Jack exclaimed in frustration at the slow rate of progress.

Maybe it would have been better to let Nemesis stay in control for just a little longer to download more. Then again, that wouldn’t have been an option considering that it detected you humans just seconds before you shut it off. If it had seen you sooner, you all may have been immobilized.

“The Iacon file must be huge!” Raf reasoned in attempt to calm the older teenager.

The whirring of a groundbridge appearing from behind made you turn around. There it was, your beautiful ride home in all of its colorful glory, although not as glorious as Knockout’s colors you might add. Speaking of which, you probably needed to book it out of there before he awoke.

“Sa-weet!” Miko let out. She attempted to carry Fowler out by supporting his arm on her shoulder. Raf did the same on the other side. “Come on! Here’s our ride!” Her eyes locked onto the portal as they stepped towards it.

You were about to copy their movements when you noticed Jack standing his ground. That was when you remembered the drive. Oh right, you felt like facepalming, you were such a dummy! How could you forget something so important?

Raf noticed it too. “Jack?” he turned his head.

“Get Fowler out of here,” Jack ordered.

“I’ll help.” You ran back to him. You didn’t particularly want to be around when Knockout came out of his neutralized state, for reasons stated above. Although you didn’t want to seem like a coward, especially after the other three dumped the dark energon while you stayed behind. Plus, you were still somewhat reluctant to leave Knockout.

“No, I can handle it, you need to go!” He waved his hand.

“Nope! I’m helping,” you shook your head, firmly refusing.

He sighed knowing that it would absorb too much time to convince you to go. Marching forward, he stared at the drive with the precious downloaded information. “Some’s better than nothing,” he admitted. “I’m not leaving without that drive.” With that he clambered up.

To your amazement, you began crawling up Knockout before Jack did. You grinned at your triumph over your uneasiness about it. Now if only you had remembered gloves. It was painful to feel how oily your fingers were on his flawless finish. You could possibly leave a note apologizing for the fingerprints. You pouted when you remembered that you had to leave as soon as possible and couldn’t linger on his shoulder that time.

Promptly, you hopped off onto the panel and tugged on the drive along with Jack. His back was facing Knockout, while you were facing the opposite way, wanting to see Knockout as you worked. You grunted while pulling on it, the drive showing resistance.

As soon as the Decepticon medic opened his optics, you saw, since you had been staring at him without realizing it. “Uh oh,” your face paled. Your eyes widened, however, not from shock, from staring into his amazing red optics. You didn’t think you’ve ever seen any more gorgeous optics, the way it was a glowing red ring surrounded by dark red. It made you forget everything for a second. Maybe it was worth possibly becoming squished to witness it.

The way he smirked after spotting you just made him twice as hot. At that moment, Jack noticed your reaction and turned around, his facial expression making it clear that he already guessed what happened. He stepped back, completely forgetting about the drive.

Knockout flicked his servo into a long, skinny drill that would be terrifying enough to make it into a horror movie. At this motion, Jack stumbled back and fell. You took another step away while crouching and gnawing on your lip. No, he’s the villain and about to kill you, you can’t be mentally fangirling over how hot he is, you thought to yourself.

“Say 'ahh’,” he spoke in a threatening tone with his smooth voice while moving the drill closer to you and Jack. Yet his face still appeared as handsome as ever and you wished you could take a picture.

“Ah,” you quickly said, before you could stop yourself from following his command.

His drill flinched back and paused. He seemed confused and raised an optic ridge, surprised and amused by your response. A small smile began to creep into his facial features.

“I’m here to offer a second opinion,” Ratchet, who you hadn’t noticed coming through the groundbridge because your attention was set on Knockout, said right before he threw a punch. It knocked the Decepticon medic, who was turning around, into the console with a loud crash. The impact then sent him flying back and hitting the ground, his back facing the ceiling.

You felt bad for him, staring down. Who knew Ratchet could pack a punch like that? Or maybe you should have known. Once again, you were tempted to kiss Knockout, as if your affection would heal him. If there were camera filming, whoever would watch it would think you just walked close to Knockout and not realize unless they actually paid attention. Either that or there would be so much going on they would completely miss it.

Plus, Jack and Ratchet were focusing on each other. It left an opening. In the chaos and what was going on, you’d do it so briskly no one would even notice. It was risky, but the lack of time pressured you. When else will you get a perfect opportunity like that? In the end you decided to go for it.

You allowed yourself to slip down and began rushing to his face as soon as your feet hit the floor. Since you had made your decision so quickly, Ratchet was just beginning to reach over to pick Jack up while you were doing this. Upon reaching the mech’s white faceplate, you leaned in a placed your lips on his cheek for a second. He felt so cool and smooth, like before. However your lips were more sensitive than your fingers, making the experience twice, or even triple, times as amazing.

You heard the drive being pulled out with a shink, which meant it was time to go. After giving him a small peck, you practically skipped around to where they’d see you, feeling giddy with what you’d done.

“Where’s (Y/n)?” Ratchet asked while he searched the room.

“Down here!” you yelled and waved on your tippy toes, now standing just a foot away from the tip of Knockout’s helm.

Ratchet reached down to pick you up after handing Jack, who was in his other hand, the dive. You could have run just fine, but the Autobot medic was faster than you, and he probably wanted to get you out of there as soon as possible.

“Bye,” you yelled and waved happily, still excited from what you accomplished, as you were carried through the tunnel of light.

Although the whole dark energon taking over the Nemesis was a bad thing, you were still happy it happened. If it didn’t, Knockout would now be dead and you wouldn’t get to see him up close or kiss him. You hoped you would see him again soon.

[shadowwolfluna]

The firefighter and the cop

Chapter 2: Un secret

(This part will follow a bit on Chicago PD Season 1 Episode 10: At Least It’s Justice)

Chapter 1

It has been a few months that I slowly adapt to my new life in Chicago, and I kinda enjoy my life there. Everyone in firehouse 51 has called me -thanks to Hermann- Swiss, and again I like it. We were called as there was a car collision, the boys and I arrive at the scene and assess the situation. I see Atwater reassuring an elderly woman, I am next to Severide and we approach the vehicle where there was another driver in there.

“Old lady plows her boat through an intersection, and she’s the only one without a scratch.” My colleague commented, I shook my head and went into work mode. I look at the guy.

“Hey, sit tight we’re going to get you out of there.” Kelly explains, as I carefully observe the victim. I notice that he seemed a bit panic maybe, shaking my head I stood next to Kelly as he uses the spreader to open the door, one of the firefighters force open the door and I help to pull it out. I notice the guy moving out, and my colleague tries to tell him to sit down, but he punches him. I try to use my right leg to make him fall, but it fails and he ran away. Kelly called out to stop him, and I wanted to chase him but I know he’ll be too far away. I turn back around and I ask my coworker if he is okay, I soon hear Atwater and Burgess asking us to open the trunk, I grab a crowbar and use all my force to open it.

I gasp and took a step back. “What the…” I mumble in surprise, Burgess approach me and lead me away from whatever I saw. “You okay? I saw that you tried to stop him.” I nod my head at Kim, still wrapping my head about seeing a torso in the trunk of a car.

I only thought this could only happen in movies, Kim left as Kelly approach me and ask the same thing. “I’m fine, just had a feeling this guy might be up to something.” I reply not looking in front of Kelly, as he nods his head. “Don’t worry, Voight and his team will stop him.” I nod my head, staring at the car crash that now has a police sign and turns into a crime scene investigation.

We arrive back at Firehouse 51, Leslie and Gabby approach me. “Hey Swiss, you okay?” I slowly felt a bit frustrated, I can understand they worrying but I just want to forget it. “I’m fine, but please tell the guys not to ask me again if I am fine. I certainly do not want to remember it.”

Leslie nods her head and changes the subject quickly, normally I would explode in anger but I know they were worried and I prefer to stay calm and try to explain the situation. I hear someone calling out my name, turning around I see Kelly along with Erin and I see Voight there as well. “Swiss, they found someone, intelligence wants you and me to identify him.” I nod my head, before I can ask if I can come alone Voight speak up. “You can come with me, Erin will bring Kelly to PD.” I let out a small ‘okay’. I went to the lockers and get myself to change into my normal clothes, a black long-sleeve shirt with a red fake leather jacket and dark blue jeans. I wear a small pendant and left Firehouse 51.

“They told me about what happened, you okay?” I mentally rolled my eyes at Voight question, we were in the car going to the Police department. “For the love of, I am fine. Hank, it’s just...I don’t know...scary...I only thought that this could only happen in movies.” I glance out the window, feeling a bit awkward about my mini outburst. “Has this never happened in Geneva?” I let a small chuckle. “No, the only time I remember where. Police officers would arrest drunk drivers, I think murderers as well, but the swiss media has always covered it some. Except, I wasn’t technically there at the scene. So, I don’t know what to say.” I explain, and I kinda felt a bit frustrated not to know how I should felt, I felt a bit afraid but the feeling I feel the most is frustration. I feel it because I think it’s due I could have stop this guy, he murdered and chop off a person. Instead, I let him get away.

“Don’t worry, we’ll stop this guy. I understand you feel frustrated. But I ask you not to go on your own and be a cop, your a firefighter remember that I am glad that you are safe.” Hank said not even with anger but worry and I felt it kinda pull my heart, for the few months Hank and I met each other occasionally, but we haven’t officiated if we are dating or not. There were a few moments, I did ask myself if we are dating.

“I won’t, besides I don’t want to worry you, Hank.” He nods his head with a gentle smile and kept driving. “So, they kept calling you Swiss, why’s that?” I chuckle, as Hank is curious about the nickname. “Blame Hermann, he thought that since I am from Switzerland, it would be fun to nickname me Swiss. I like it.” I explain to Hank the story, with a small grin thankful that we change the subject.

“By the way, um Hank do you wish we see each other tonight or tomorrow evening? I don’t have a shift tomorrow.” I ask him curiously, while a bit nervous. Of course, we see each other a few times, but it would be with his teammates, and I kinda hope that he would notice that I wanted to say ‘date’.

I bit my lip nervously and look away, I didn’t notice Hank looking at me with a small smile. “Of course, I know a good place we can go to quietly.”

I exhale and made a wide grin, and without thinking, I said out loud. “Then it’s a date…”

I almost turn pale when I realize what I said, and before I can say anything Hank lets out a chuckle and smile at me. “Yeah, it’s a date.” I lost words, and I look out the window feeling myself blushing bright red.

We arrive at the Police Department, I walk side with Hank and I see a woman with grey hair talking on the phone. She nods at Hank and glances at me. I show her a small smile, she reminds me of a good friend of mine. She would not care what others think and would speak her mind, even some of my old firehouse in Geneva would like or hate her. I miss her though.

I follow Hank knowing he wants me and Kelly to identify the killer.

We were in the glass room, where Gabby’s brother Dawson I think is interrogating the ‘killer’. “It’s not him, the guy is more muscular and a bit taller.” Kelly nods his head, agreeing with me. Erin walks in and starts talking, about the guy who is not the killer, I notice Kelly checking out Erin. I sent him a smirk, where he hid his chuckles not wanting two police officers to know what is funny.

“Mind for you two to take a look at a couple of mugshots?” We both nod our heads, I then decide to ask Erin for the bathroom and mouth to Kelly ‘ask her’.

After being in the bathroom for ten minutes, I walk out and see both Kelly and Erin talking, when they notice me, Erin brings us to a room where they showed us pictures of prisoners.

I stop and recognize the suspected killer from one of the photographs. When Erin asks us, I point to the picture. “That guy.”

“That’s the guy we pulled out of the car.” Kelly added agreeing with me, a girl explains about the killer. Both Kelly and I slowly leave as the other officers are leaving to find him, but I noticed something in Kelly’s hand. I chuckle and shook my head. “What?” He notices my grin. “Your gonna try to ask Erin out are you?” Kelly lets out a small chuckle. “Nope, just going to try and bring back her stuff.” I smirk, as we walk down the stairs and see the woman talking with the other officers, not in the mood. “Who’s that?” Kelly looks at who I am referring to, and smile. “That’s Sergeant Trudy Platt, she’s...nice.”

“Then I should meet her another time, she reminds me of my friend.” We were both out of the district as Kelly looks at me as if I was crazy. “Woah, wait a sec, you have a friend in Switzerland that acts like THE Trudy Platt?” I let out a small laugh, while Kelly looks at me as if I grew two heads. “Yep, you know everyone in my old firehouse either tolerates or not liking her, but she considers me as a very close friend.” I explain, Kelly laugh. We both went our separate ways, I walk back to my apartment, which I thankfully found. It is not far from Firehouse 51, and I got a good price from the landlord.

The guys helped me with the move, and I manage to get my late brother’s car to come here a black 1969 Ford Mustang Fastback. My brother loves cars and motorcycles, he sadly passed away, and in his will, he gifts me his car. Even mentioning not to change anything in the car. The only thing he changed was the radio, as he comments about having music. I miss him.

My apartment has two bedrooms, a converge living/kitchen/dining area, along with a bathroom. I live on the fourth floor, I arrive there and set my jacket on the coat rack. Heaving out a small sight, and check the time.

I sent Hank an SMS informing the date and time.

To: Hank

From: (Y/N)

I’m back home safe and sound, I’ll see you tomorrow around eight. I hope everything is okay, catch that guy.

Can’t wait for our date.

😉

(Y/N)

I set the phone down, and I went to the bathroom wanting to leave out all of today’s stress.

(Timeskip to tomorrow)

I decide to wear a black dress that is up to my knees and let my hair down. I wear my pendant, which is the shape of a small teardrop decorated with blue and red small crystals. I put on my red lipstick, I told the others that tonight I won’t join them at Molly’s. I hear my phone vibrate, and check a new message from Hank.

To: (Y/N)

From: Hank

I’ll pick you up at your place, will be there in ten minutes.

Hank

I smile, and check myself out in the mirror, nodding my head, I grab my red fake leather jacket and my small purse. And wore small black heel shoes. I grab my phone and keys, locking my door.

When I got out of the door, I see Hank leaning in his SUV, and I almost caught my breath, he was wearing a white sleeve button-up shirt, with black pants with a black leather jacket. I walk towards Hank, as he seems frozen for a minute. “You look…” I smile and said confidently. “Sexy, shall we?” He nods his head, as he opens the passenger side, I slide in and thanking Hank.

We arrive on the other side of town, finding an interesting restaurant that looks a bit expensive. Feeling a bit self-conscious, I look at Hank. “Hank, how did you?” He smiles, and gets out of the car, and helps me out when he reaches the passenger side. “I know the owner, and he kinda owes me. Saved him and his family, and told me that I am welcome to come by.”

We approach the receptionist, she eyed me, and Hank and before she can comment I cut her off. “I’m sorry, but it’s not your place to say if I am too young to date someone like him.” Surprise, she then switches to a smile and apologizes. “I’m sorry, name?” She asks politely, Hank tells his name, and she brought us to a room that isn’t too crowded. “Enjoy your meal, and your date.” She said to us politely, I gave her a small smile, and she left. I glance at Hank, where he smiles at me. Looking into his eyes, it seems we were talking with each other.

“How do you like Chicago so far?” Hank asks, I smile at him. “I love it here, plus when I am off, I can drive off in my car and visit Papy and Mamie when I am off of shift.” I tell him, Hank chuckles. “Papy, Mamie, is it french or nicknames for your grandparents?” I nod my head.

“Yeah, while growing up, my mom’s family is partially swiss german, so my parents taught us that on my father’s side we say Papy and Mamie but for my mother’s side it would be Oma and Opa.”

A waiter came and smiles at Hank. “Evening Hank, I guess this is your date? It’s a pleasure to meet you, Hank here saved my family. Hank whatever you order, it’s on the house. No arguments, I wouldn’t be here today if it weren’t for you.” I smile and find Hank attractive as he grins at the waiter/owner of the restaurant. Feeling my heart beat faster, he served us wine.

“Cheers, for our date...and hope we can continue more…” I said with a flirty smile, he smiles back. “Cheers. (Y/N), there is one thing you should promise.” I sip my wine and nod my head knowing where he is getting at.

“No one should know about this, Platt and Al have already figured it out. They won’t say anything, but I don’t want anyone to know we are dating. Do you promise?” I put my hand on top of his, and smile at him. “I promise Hank.” He smiles at me, and decide to give a small kiss on the back of my hand, sending me goosebumps and a shiver.

We start to order and enjoy our evening together, as I kept looking at Hank with a small smile…

(This isn’t the end of this chapter, I would continue, but like I mention this series would follow not all the episode, only a few. If you are interested in an episode I could write let me know.)

[sapphicmsmarvel]

JJ: Booktube

premise: dating jj and being a booktuber. 

masterlist 

Lets ignore the fact that JJ would be fired without a doubt from the FBI if this stuff actually happened and her life would be threatened by criminals.

-She knew that you were really into books. 

-She just didn’t know how much. You two had met through tinder believe it or not, she was sick of being alone at night and didn’t want a fling. Luckily, you felt the same way and you two matched. 

-The team did know that she was on Tinder, but not that she had officially met someone. 

-Reid was sitting at a table on the plane, watching something on his laptop. But then she heard your voice, your upbeat, happy voice. She glanced back to see your bright and beautiful face holding a book. “What’re you watching?” JJ asked. Which grabbed the attention of Emily.

“A video on what books to read if you want to get into ‘young adult’ books.” Reid said, thoroughly focused on the beautiful woman on his screen. 

“She’s pretty.” Emily saw you. 

“She is.” Reid mumbled, blushing. 

“Who’s pretty?” Morgan said, leaning over the back of the seat, “oooh who’s the cute nerdy girl?” 

“A youtuber, and be nice.” JJ said crumpling a piece of paper and throwing it at him. 

“Her shirt literally says ‘Nerdy Bitch’, I think she knows she’s one. She's hot too.” 

-JJ quickly sent a picture of the screen to you. “My teammates think you’re pretty, have to say I agree.” 

“OMG, please tell me you aren’t watching my videos 😭” 

“I am now baby 😉” 

“FUCK.”

She huffed a small laugh at your response, then continued watching with Reid. 

-Little did she know you tweeted to your followers, “THE GIRL I’M DATING IS WATCHING MY YOUTUBE VIDEOS FOR THE FIRST TIME WITH HER COWORKERS. PLS KILL ME.” 

-When she came home from that case, she wanted to hear all about your job, which you happily told her and tried to ignore your embarrassment over how she found out. 

-Since then she has been a loyal subbie. 

-You met the team and they were all very shocked that it was you that they were watching on their computer screen. They also all subscribed, and you had to make Rossi and Hotch youtube accounts because they didn’t know how. 

-Your viewers knew of her, knew how you always called her “Rapunzel,” and she always called you, “Flynn” in response. 

-But because you explicitly said you won’t be showing her because she asked you not to, you got hate comments for respecting your girlfriends privacy. 

-When she came over one night, she saw all of the publishing houses boxes on your front step. She knocked on your door because she saw that your car was in the driveway. She got her key out of her pocket and opened your door. Then, she carefully put all the boxes into your foyer, as well as her overnight bag and shut the front door. 

-What she saw next warmed her heart, you had fallen asleep on the couch with a book on your chest. She saw your tripod and camera, she realized you were filming a timelapse for a reading vlog. She remembered you telling her that you were filming one this week. 

-She decided not to turn off the camera, instead, she gently took the book off your chest, placed a bookmark to mark your spot. Then she crawled on top of you. You were laying on your back, she laid her head in the crook of your neck, she giggled as she felt you wake up. You wrapped your arms around her, “hey baby.” You croaked. 

-You felt her whisper against your skin, “you left the camera on, thought I’d give a little show of affection for those subscribers who think I’m a bad girlfriend.” 

You sighed, “please tell me you haven’t been reading the comments.” “No, well, sometimes I do. Garcia sees them and gets mad.”

“So she’s the commenter, TheBlackQueen causing fights on my channel. Gotcha.”

JJ laughed, “oh god, I didn’t know she was doing that.”

“Don’t worry about it, I’ve been liking her comments, not deleting them.” 

JJ laughed at that, then you continued, “you want me to get up and turn off the camera? It should turn off in…” she didn’t have to open her eyes to know that you were looking at the red light on the camera and the clock on the wall behind it. “Oh jeez, five minutes maybe, it has a 40 minute timer before it automatically turns off.” 

“No,” JJ shook her head, “I really need to just stay here, Y/N.” 

“Okay.” 

-When the video was posted, she saw the comments on it. There was not a negative one, of course there were ones making a comment about why JJ was just showing herself on Y/N’s channel. 

-After that, she was slowly showing herself in your videos more. Handing you something, delivering a package to your little library in your home. 

-She made a lot of appearances in your moving vlogs for your channel because you two moved in together. The kids also made a brief appearance but very vague, you didn’t show their faces. 

-She was memed within your fanbase because of the faces she pulled while you were moving books, and her helping you move them, she was like “????” 

-When she knew she wanted to propose to you, her and Garcia watched a couple of YouTube videos to learn how to use your camera, then they devised a plan to vlog the engagement together. The ring picking, her talking to the camera and introducing herself. “Hey as you can tell I am not Y/N, I’m her girlfriend, as you guys know we’ve been together for some time but I’m gonna propose to her!” She cheered, then the team in the background were like “finally!” and cheering as well. 

Then she broke down the plan to them, “so, we’re gonna go to our favorite greenhouse in D.C. I shot some footage of picking her ring, which I’ll have her insert here,,,,gah I’m no good at this.”  Then she continued, “so we have a friend who’s hiring some professional photography, which is exciting.” She did a lil shimmy, then Prentiss popped in, “hey! This is a friend of theirs and the reason our friend is hiring photographers is because we’re gonna be sobbing too much to take good photos, as well as he’s rich as fuck” 

Everyone laughed at that. 

“And, well, we’re going tonight, so wish me luck!” JJ gave an awkward peace sign to the camera and turned it off. 

-She then handed the camera to Garcia who would hide and record the footage, the photographers that Rossi hired posed as regular ole pedestrians. The others hid in bathrooms, waiting for the text saying that JJ did it. 

-JJ almost spilled the beans that she was nervous on the way over there to you. That would’ve ruined it. 

-Luckily, the part of the greenhouse that you two had your first kiss in was empty. The fairy lights were lit inside, it looked beautiful.

-They had a flower there that the greenhouse called “the wishing lilly.” The owner of the greenhouse says that those lilies bring good luck, he wished on it then his wife was pregnant with twins, then he won the lottery and managed to build the greenhouse into something bigger. 

-Per as tradition, you both closed your eyes to make a wish, but she opened hers and got down on the ground, Garcia quietly followed you guys in with the other photographers.

“Y/N..” she trailed off, you opened your eyes to find her kneeling on the ground, your eyes instantly filled with tears as your hands went up to your mouth. “Y/N, you are the light of my life, the Flynn to my Rapunzel, will you do me the honor and be my wife?”

“Yes!” You nodded and cried. She quickly stood up and pulled you into her arms. 

-Garcia started crying and shaking, “yay!” You looked up to see her there.

“Oh my god, hi, there’s a lot of people in here.” You said seeing the two photographers and Garcia. 

“Rossi hired photographers. And the team is waiting for a text to come in and congratulate us.” JJ laughed and leaned up to kiss your head. 

“Oh god, I look like a mess!” You laughed, yet cried at the same time.

“We both do, baby. Welcome to marriage.” She slid the ring on your finger, just in time for photos to begin. 

-At the end of the video, you made an introduction part for the subbies to meet JJ. Filled with questions and such to know her. Briefly mentioning her sons as well. 

-After you two got engaged, you started filming fiance challenges, (my fiance picks my next read, my fiance tries to guess the plot of books based off their covers). Hell, you two even do some baking and cooking videos. 

-Your marriage blew up on booktube, you two were The Lady Lovers on booktube, as you had been labeled. You both loved that there were so many people resonating with your love. You shared a pre wedding video talking about the insecurities you both had, and a talk about discovering sexuality when you’re in your mid thirties after a divorce from a man and having two kids. And you, someone who’s never been in a serious relationship, giving your advice to people. 

-It was a big video and an emotional one. But it resonated with a lot of people which you both were glad for. 

-Then your wedding video came out and everyone lost their shit. People were sending in love, there was a lot of adorable footage from the wedding, people crying. 

-You even incorporated books into the wedding decor. 

-While your career was quite different then JJ’s, people saw you as a perfect fit. You stayed home all the time, writing, putting videos up, writing reviews and partnering with brands on your channel, you were able to be there for the boys when she couldn’t be. She was all over the country constantly, she made it a point that every night before bed she’d watch one of your videos, and it helped that you sent videos to her of Henry and Michael. 

-You were the calm to her storm, where her life was hectic and constantly on the move, she knew she always had a home waiting for her. 

[moonlilith]

5 Ways A.K says I love you

Pairing: Akaashi Keiji x reader

Wordcount: 1,281

Genre: Fluff

“You got to believe us y/n.” You shook you head slightly, laughing as Yukie and Kaori was telling you something unbelievable. At least to you it was. “Let’s end practice here today.” You heard their coach said.

You see the players gathered around as they received their feedbacks. As you were helping Kaori gather the stray balls, you see Akaashi approached you, his hands behind his back probably fiddling them. “Wait for me.” He said briefly before running off to the clubroom.

As you waited for him, Yukie approached you with a tight smile. “y/n... tonight, you need to think everything he has done for you.” She said with a smile, giggling when she sees the confusion arises on your face. Akaashi walks to you seconds later, hair is still damp from the shower. “Let's go.” He tugs your sleeves, leading you out of the gym.

“Wait! What about Bokuto?” You tilted your head trying to find the said person. Akaashi looks towards the gym and shrugs his shoulders. “He told me to just go home with you.” You looked at his face and there were no signs of it being a lie, so you just nodded and followed him as the two of you head off to the train station.

1.“It’s cold, use my jacket.”

Yukie’s and Kaori’s words earlier seemed to be hanging in your head now that you’re alone with Akaashi. “This is getting annoying but trust us, y/n. Akaashi likes you.” Did he? It was true that he was kind to you but being a decent human being had nothing to indicate that he liked you.

Just as you were zoned out, you felt the warm fabric around your shoulders, as both of you were at the train platform. “It’s cold, use my jacket.” Akaashi simply told you and you just had an epiphany that this occurrence has happened too many times to count now.

“B-but,”

“I’m already sweating and besides,” you look down as he picked up your hands, fiddling your fingers with his.” Your hands are cold.” He linked his pinky with yours as he starts walking towards the cart, and thankfully he didn’t say anything towards the blush that was forming on your face.

2.“I’ll walk you home.”

“Huh?” You said when you see Akaashi followed you off the train. “I’ll walk you home,” He said again, pulling the tug of his jacket on yours, making you match his stride. You stared at the back of his head, he stood tall 182.3cm.

You knew that fact since you were one of the managers for Fukurodani and you knew about his overwhelming amount of kindness. So, this is normal, you chant to yourself.

Your house was in the view, so you ushered Akaashi back since you didn’t want to burden him plus he had early morning training tomorrow. But as usual, Akaashi wouldn’t leave until he was sure that you entered the house. You didn’t know that Akaashi was so stubborn.

3.“It looks good on you.”

It's nothing too major really. You should have known since you were there when your class starts discussing the theme for cultural festival and you were present during the class meeting. So why did now you never feel so embarrassed that you wished you didn’t invite the whole volleyball club to attend your classes' activity.

Maid café. That was what all your classmate decided. Initially, you were excited and early morning when you don your maid costume, heck you thought that you were real pretty too. But now, you can't even face the whole volleyball club when taking your order. It didn’t help that Kaori and Yukie were taking pictures of you nonstop.

“It looks good on you.”

“Huh?” You meet up to see Akaashi smiling at you, ignoring the teasing of his teammates. “T-thanks.” You stuttered but still hung your head low. “You should be more confident.” He said again. “You look the best.” You didn’t sure what had happened, but his compliment did make you feel a surge of confidence flew in you.

4.“I’ll wait.”

It was simple. You had errands to do and he didn’t have any practice for the day. So naturally, you thought that he had went ahead back home with Bokuto. Plus, both of you never really planned to go home together everyday.

So, it was a surprised to see him in the seat next to yours as you help your teachers tutor a junior. “Akaashi? What are you doing? I have to tutor him.” You said when you felt a head on your shoulder.

“I’ll wait.” He simply said, closing his eyes completely ignoring the younger male in front of him with his actions. You were stunned in your seat but still continue to help the junior despite your junior eyeing Akaashi now and then. He was probably wondering if the two of you were dating.

5.“Can I have this dance?”

You loved to dance, everyone in the club knew this since you and Bokuto have your own victory dance whenever you guys celebrated. There are times when Kaori and Yukie would grab your hand and starts swaying you since they loved it when you laughed as you dance.

It was a celebratory night for Fukurodani and you guys decided to go on a weekend getaway to a beach and camp there. Your level of excitement was on par with Bokuto which says something. During the campfire, you guys sing and dance with the music that Konoha had picked for you guys.

It was all fun song until a slow song started playing through his speaker. You see the rest swayed their hands with their cellphones light in their seat and you did the same until you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turn to see Akaashi extending his hand to you.

“Can I have this dance?”

You looked at his extended hand for a second and then his face. Ahh was the only thing that went out of your mouth. So, you took his hand and start slow dancing a little bit farther away but still visible to the rest.

You kept eye contact with him, a small laugh escape you lips. You see him did the same to you, staring into your eyes as if he was sending a telepathic message to you. “Akaashi...” He only hummed in response. “Is this your language of love? Is this your way of saying that you like me?” You let out a small laugh when he smirked at you.

“It is. I like you, y/n.” He brushed away the hair that was covering your eyes as you continued to laugh. “I was afraid that you were so dense and oblivious to my feelings. I believe I was showing you my language of love ever since we were first years.” he said again which surprised you.

“You did?” Your mouth was agape as you think back all the things that Akaashi has done to you, but he was right. You were dense about his feelings for you. “Hm, I guess you have to thank Kaori-chan and Yukie-chan.” You looked towards them as they sent the both of you thumbs up.

“Why is that?” he inquired, ignoring the complained that Bokuto was yelling at the both of you. “If they didn’t tell me, I wouldn’t have known.” You hid your face at the crook of his neck. “Ah, I guess you are dense, but I hope now you know.” He smiled at you, making you properly face him. “I love you.” He said with a smile.

6.“I love you.”

rambles

there is more ways to show someone you love them than words

but true words with honesty and sincerity wins

[lunanightingaleart]

So Lucky To Have You

This is going to be an Oc x Canon Fanfiction, if you aren’t comfortable with that do not continue reading. Otherwise I hope you enjoy and maybe Heart and Reblog if you wish <3

Start At Chapter 1

Chapter 3

“Congratulations on all of our students at Beacon Academy, and welcome each and every new team of Huntsmen and Huntresses.” The students began to applaud, new students excited to be there and older students welcoming the newbies. With gloved hands, Lillian clapped with a soft smile on her face as she let it sink in. She was at Beacon Academy, learning to become a huntress to protect the world and fight back against evil. She felt kind of like a superhero in training.

“Well, that was quite the ceremony.” Looking to her Team Leader Travis, she excitedly nodded.

“Yeah, honestly it felt pretty inspiring. Oh, by the way. I’m Lillian. We never really got to introduce ourselves before the ceremony.” She offered her hand to the Red Panda Faunus, returning his friendly smile and gladly shaking his hand.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Lillian. I still can’t believe I’m part of a team. I hope it’s alright that I’m the leader...especially for what I am.”

“For what you are? Come on man.” The student named Ryker spoke up, arms crossed with a colder look in his eyes.

“We don’t care that you’re a Faunus. You’re our team leader, that’s the important part here. So, make sure to act like it. Alright?” Travis blinked, shyly nodding with a smile.

“Of course, thank you!” While heading out of the crowded room, Lillian curiously looked to her third teammate, who before this stayed completely silent.

“Hey, I’m Lillian.” The boy covered one of his eyes with snow white hair, but just underneath the bangs she noticed signs of scarring. She couldn’t quite see it all, but it looked a bit like claw marks.

“I’m...Varian.”

“Nice to meet you Varian~! I’m glad to have you on the team. We all may be strangers now, but I bet we’ll get along just nicely.” Varian stared at her for a moment, before his eyes moved to the floor.

“Do you really think so? All of us?”

“Of course~! Teams have to work together you know. By the time we all graduate, we’ll practically be family~!” The word family seemed to make Varian smile, a rose colored tint forming on his cheeks.

“That sounds nice.” While walking out with her team, Lillian caught a glimpse of quite the group of people. There were plenty of teams that held all sorts of unique and eye-catching people, but this one really caught her eye more than the rest. A very pretty girl wearing a white cloak, and beautiful silver eyes. A blond guy who seemed to hold the sun in his hands, not to mention the puns she could actually hear from where she stood. The next two seemed related, twins maybe. Both wore black hair and crimson eyes and carried a look that said they were uncomfortable here. As if they didn’t know what to do about their current situation. Seeing the weapon carried by the boy twin though made her stare for a moment. It stood out, something about it she couldn’t quite place. She really liked it though.

“Hey Lily, are you alright?” She heard Travis’s voice, but her eyes didn’t leave the group. It was when her eyes suddenly met the boy’s crimson ones that her face matched in hue and she looked towards Travis.

“Yeah! Sorry, there’s just so much going on.”

“You look like a tomato.” Ryker pointed out bluntly.

“Aw, it’s alright Lily. Let’s check out our dorm while we can. Figure out sleeping arrangements.”

“Yeah, okay.” Lillian glanced back over her shoulder once more towards the group, this time there was no doubt the boy had caught her, as he was now staring at her curiously. She felt her face flush, and shyly waved with a friendly smile. He didn’t move, and instead his gaze was brought back to his team who had gotten his attention for something. With that Lillian followed her team to their shared dorm room.

~~~~

A few days pass and classes are starting up smoothly, well...mostly. It seems the teachers are having a fun time trying to keep some of the teams from misbehaving. A few were just troublemakers, others just seemed to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Lillian had no idea where He played in this, but hearing the laughter of multiple students and then seeing a blur of someone disappear down the hallway gave her a bad feeling. Peeking past the corner, the blond kid from team STRQ was laughing and fist bumping a few kids.

“Oh man Tai that was hilarious!”

“How the hell did you get him to wear the girl’s uniform?”

“Apparently he’s never worn a school uniform before; told him it was a Kilt and that it was totally normal.” Lillian stood there for a minute, thinking before turning and following where she saw the blur leave to. That Tai kid probably didn’t mean it to be bad, but it was Mean. After a few minutes she noticed a closed door with the lights off, but could hear the slightest of grumbles from inside.

“I shouldn’t have listened to him, what was I thinking!? Raven was right…” Standing at the doorway, Lillian pressed her knuckles to the door and knocked a few times. Silence. She knocked again a little louder.

“Go Away Tai.” She swallowed softly.

“It’s not Tai…are you okay?” There was silence once again. This time he seemed to pretend he wasn’t in there.

“...Hey, what that Tai kid did was really mean, but I don’t think he meant it that way. I think he’s just an idiot.”

“...Oh yeah? And how would you know? Are you friends with him or something?”

“Not really. I share a couple of classes with your team. You’re….Qrow, right?”

“...Yeah, that’s me. Who’s asking?”

“Oh, I just want to make sure I got it right. It’d be a little embarrassing if I called you the wrong name. Talk about a horrible first impression. Um...I’m Lillian, by the way.” After a minute or so of silence, Qrow spoke up.

“So what did you follow me for? A picture? Trust me, I’m sure you can talk to a few kids and find plenty of them.”

“Oh no, that’s not it. I just wanted to come make sure you were okay. You seemed upset.” An audible scoff came from the room.

“You don’t say? You must be some kind of wizard.” Lillian slowly sat down on the ground, seeing the small crack under the door. Pulling out her scroll, she opened up an app to play tic tac toe, and then slid it under the door.

“Wanna play? You can go first.”

“...I’m not….good with games.”

“Well lucky for you Tic Tac Toe isn’t really a game of stakes, just some X’s and O’s on a grid.” Lillian sat patiently in front of the door, before the sound of movement peaked her interest. Suddenly, the scroll slid back under the door, a game started. Lillian smiled and took her turn, sliding it back under the door. It was like this for several rounds, content silence growing between the two as game after game was played. Most of the rounds were tied, but it seemed to lighten the mood.

“Told you I’m not good at these kinds of games.”

“That’s okay, to be honest the game was just an excuse to keep you company.” A soft chuckle came from the door.

“You’re pretty stubborn.”

“Yup, as a mule. My ma says that’s my best quality.”

“Heh, I don’t know. It’s pretty annoying.”

“Yeah, I get that a lot.” Some more movement was heard, but this time it was followed up by the unlocking of a door. Lillian pulled herself from the ground, patting off her uniform skirt and waiting to see the voice from the other side of the door. There he was, the boy with eyes like rubies and hair like a black bird’s feathers. He was wearing a combination of the girl and boy’s uniforms, a button up top and a skirt that came to his knees in length.

“Look I know I look stupid..”

“Not really.”

“...What?” He looked to Lillian as she shrugged.

“Would it be weird if I said you had nice legs?”

“Coming from a complete stranger? Absolutely.” She rubbed her head apologetically.

“Coming from the girl I just played Tic Tac Toe with for an hour? Not as much.” He seemed to smile, and something in Lillian’s chest jumped. She offered her hand to him, shyly smiling.

“I’m Lillian, Lillian Violette.”

“Qrow Branwen. So, you really think I have nice legs?” She giggled and nodded a bit.

“Yeah, not many guys can pull off a skirt. You make it work.” For the first time, she heard a real chuckle out of him. She felt she did an almost impossible feat for some reason, and she felt an overwhelming feeling of pride and joy watching him smile.

“Thanks.”

“Not a problem. So, you wanna play a game that isn’t a free app on my scroll? Maybe some video games?” He seemed hesitant, rubbing his neck while leaning on his heels.

“I ugh…”

“Or if you’d like I can help you get back at Tai for being a jerk.”

“...You know what? I’ll take you up on that.” Lillian smiled brightly and began to walk with him down the hall.

“By the way, sorry that I stared at you at orientation. I saw your weapon and I was really impressed.”

“So that Was you! I thought you looked familiar with those purple eyes of yours.”

“Yeah, I noticed your weapon can transform between a sword and a scythe. That’s really cool, the scythe part reminds of of The Grimm Reaper.” He suddenly seemed to gain a sparkle in his eyes.

“You Know about the Grimm Reaper!?”

“Of course, she’s amazing!”

“I know! I actually designed a lot of my weapons based on hers! She’s so cool. You’re the first one to really recognize it.”

“What can I say? I’m a fan, and I can identify good taste.” The two continued to talk weapons on their way back, and anyone who laughed or openly made fun of Qrow ‘Somehow’ slipped and fell. It seemed Qrow was noticing it, but didn’t ask why and almost looked embarrassed about it. Throughout the day, it turns out lots of other female students agreed with Lillian that Qrow had nice legs and totally made the skirt work.

“What’s with girls and my legs anyway~? I’m starting to think I really Do have nice legs~”

“Trust me, if a bunch of different girls are all agreeing and no one has said otherwise, it’s one hundred percent true.” A genuine chuckle came out of him as they went on the hunt for Taiyang. After some time, and asking a bunch of different students, they eventually figured out just where he was. Peeking passed the corner, Lillian watched as Taiyang was attempting to get to know Qrow’s twin sister better (failing miserably might I add). Humming to herself, Lillian turned towards Qrow with a soft smile.

“Do you want to see something that I can do?”

“Ugh…?”

“It’s nothing too bad, just promise me you won’t go around telling everyone. I want to keep my semblance on the down low.” Qrow hesitantly nodded and watched over Lillian’s head as she seemed to begin focusing on the scene in front of her. He picked up on her mumbling under her breath as she seemed to whisper to herself. Tai who was attempting to pose coolly while talking to Raven suddenly lost his balance, taking a few steps back only to step right into a mop bucket left a few feet behind him. With a loud sploosh and ting Taiyang was now on the floor sitting in a puddle of soapy mop water, and a student holding a mop now seemed very unamused. Raven however, for the first time Lillian’s ever seen, cracked a smile and covered her mouth quietly laughing to herself. Qrow’s eyes widened and felt his chest tighten. Pulling his eyes from the scene he pressed his back to the wall they were hiding behind and let his mind race with thoughts. What was that? Was that her semblance? Does she have bad luck like him? Was that even possible? If they were both bad luck would that man their semblances combined could be even Worse than usual!? His heart began to pound in his head as he began to worry himself into a path of no return. Lillian turning with a proud smile only dropped it instantly when she saw how he was taking it.

“Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t think you’d react like that! Oh god, um he’s okay! I promise I don’t use it to hurt people or anything, it’s okay!” Qrow looked to her with disbelief.

“It’s okay??? IT’S OKAY!?” He didn’t know how to react, running his fingers through his hair and now staring at the floor.

“I mean, yeah...I have control over it so it’s not anything bad. I just have to be mindful of what I think.” That’s what made Qrow freeze suddenly. Control over...what?

“Control…? You have...control over your bad luck?” Lillian’s brows furrowed at his words.

“Bad Luck? Is that what you think it is?”

“So you...don’t have bad luck semblance?”

“What? No! No no, did you think? No, my semblance is a little different from that.” Qrow seemed to instantly relax, still a slight tremble in his chest as adrenaline still ran through him.

“Then...what was that?” Lillian looked around, before slowly taking his wrist and leading him down an empty part of the school. With the shell shock he was still recovering from he sort of just let her lead him wherever. Once they were completely alone, Lillian leaned against the wall and let out a soft sigh.

“My Semblance is...well we call it Mischief. You know how there’s always those low chance possibilities of something happening? Like tripping on nothing, or getting an extra prize in the cereal box. You know, very rare but still possible options that can happen? A lot of people put them in the category of good luck and bad luck because it seems Luck has some sort of say of the possibility of it happening. Well, in a weird way I’m...in between? I don’t have overwhelming luck, good or bad, I can sort of...make things happen. As long as it’s a possible thing that Can happen with the given circumstance I can Make it happen. But I have to know enough about it to make it happen. Like how Tai fell in the bucket. I saw a student mopping, saw him trying to impress Raven, and recognized the imbalanced pose he was doing while talking to her. It all came together like a child’s puzzle piece. I can’t do it all the time, but stuff like that is the easiest way. I prefer tripping since it’s always very possible for someone to lose their balance or just trip on air.” Lillian watched Qrow’s expression of disbelief, feeling herself become worrisome and embarrassed.

“I know it’s weird, trust me I know…”

“Yeah...you’re right that is weird..” Looking down Lillian seemed to softly grip her arm.

“...Weird’s good.” Perking up, her eyes met with his ruby ones, and her cheeks matched in color.

“Y-Yeah?”

“Yeah...Honestly it’s kind of cool you have control over that. It’s like you have control over Fate in a way.”

“I wouldn’t say that. I have to see it to have any control over it. So if someone sneak attacks me and I don’t have any location on them I can’t do anything. It’s pretty much a ‘I Either Have To Be There’ sorta thing or a ‘I Have To Know The Person Pretty Well’ thing.”

“So you���d be able to make something happen to me even though you couldn’t see me?”

“I mean, if I knew enough about you and whatever you were doing along with where you were. The best I could do is make you trip.”

“Still...that’s kind of both cool and freaky.”

“Yup, heard the freaky one before. Cool is new, thanks.” The two relaxed around each other, finally smiling this soft almost trusting smile. After a few minutes of silence, Lillian cleared her throat and touched her incredibly warm neck.

“So do you...wanna go play some video games?”

“Sure, you’re not gonna cheat by making my controller stop working are you?”

“Cross my heart.” They began walking back down the hall in silence. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, Qrow glanced over towards Lillian. She was only up to his shoulder in height, and only now did he notice the weapons wrapped around her hands that resembled retracted claws in a box over her knuckles.

“Hey so um...are you gonna ask about...my semblance?” He felt incredibly stupid for bringing it up, and almost instantly regretted it. What if she was afraid of him or would treat him differently after knowing? Glancing up at him, Lillian gave a soft patient smile.

“You don’t have to tell me. Semblances are really personal parts of you, and while others are very open to telling everyone they meet about it, I can understand not wanting to do that. If you want to tell me you can, but I’m not going to make you if you aren’t comfortable with that. So, it’s okay. Just, you know, don’t worry about it. I’m sure one day it’ll come up, but we don’t have to rush it. We did just officially meet today.” Oh that’s right, this girl and him Did just technically meet today. They’ve had classes together, but never really talked. Besides it’s only been at most a week since all this started. Weird. How come he was already so...relaxed with her? Still, he was glad she didn’t push the idea of him telling her his semblance. She seemed to understand enough that some things needed to be kept personal. At least until there’s a strong enough bond. What was he saying? He was only supposed to be here until he was a Huntsman and then go back to the village with his sister. Bring back the knowledge of Huntsmen and Huntresses. Nothing else.

“Hey, I’ve got a few different games to choose from, got any favorites?” Her voice brought him back, and his eyes met her as a sideways glance.

“I um...I don’t...know…” He trailed off, embarrassed to admit he doesn’t know much about this place, or video games for that matter. Technology is still really jarring to him.

“Oh, I gotcha~! Let’s start out with something easy then, a fighting game should work. It’ll be a one on one sort of game. Like sparring, but virtually. Come on I’ll show you.” This girl was really patient with him, and reminded him of his team. Summer and Tai mostly. Qrow smiled and followed Lillian’s lead, ignoring the girls complimenting his legs and the guys laughing about Taiyang who was now walking through the halls with very soaked pants.  Once they got back to her dorm that she shared with her team, he awkwardly found himself meeting all of them. He recognized them from his class, now that he thought about it. It wasn't often a Faunus was made a team leader, not to mention the entire group seemed to have a strange unspoken rule between them. Like a bunch of older brothers protecting their little sister. He could feel the faunus's eyes on him the entire time, and it made him even more uncomfortable. It was only when Lillian quite literally kicked them out of the room and set up the video games that Qrow began to relax. The rest of the day they tried different games, Lillian teaching Qrow the controls and basic rules.

"Hey, Nice~! You're getting the hang of it!" Qrow sat confused as the screen said he won. He literally had no idea how he won, but it was exhilarating. Looking to his left, Lillian smiled and laughed having a good time. The bright smile reminded him of a flower in spring. He felt his face warm as he forced himself to look away.

~~~~

With each passing day Lillian began to find herself getting more at home. All these different students are all looking to do around the same thing, becoming stronger to help the world be better. To fight the evil in the world and save the innocents. Months go by and Lillian has really gotten the hang of the classes, not to mention she finally feels as if she really gets her team. They were just getting back from a mission when Lillian looked throughout the crowd of students all coming back from missions and classes.

“We should probably go and tell the professor about the outcome of our training mission.”

“You should probably tell Lillian that.”

“What??” Travis turned only to see his teammate Lillian gone. Lillian was zooming through the crowds of people and jumping to get a better view of the crowd. With her height it appeared she was drowning in the amount of students, hopping to keep air in her lungs. She could kind of see them, with each hop she could locate them and then get closer.

“Qrow~!” The ravenette stopped mid step, about to follow his team to lunch when he heard the familiar voice. Looking behind him he stared towards the ocean of people.

“Qrow, you coming?” Tai called out, but Qrow didn’t move. He saw a sudden head pop up from the waves and a small smile formed.

“In a second.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets and waited for the head to pop up once again, but closer. They made eye contact with one another and that seemed to cause more of a smile. When Lillian noticed he was waiting for her she sped up, crawling out of the crowd and stopping just a few feet from where he stood. She caught her breath, and smiled looking at him.

“Hey…” He smirked a little.

“Hey~ Welcome back~”

“Lily~!” Summer ran over and wrapped her arms around Lillian quickly. She laughed and wrapped her arms around her in return.

“Summer~! Good to see you!” Lillian excitedly talked with team STRQ after not seeing them for a week, happily joking with them and catching up.

“So hey we were heading to lunch, want to head over?”

“I’ll actually meet you guys there, I pretty much just ditched my team to come say hi. Gotta report our mission to the professor.” Summer, Tai, and Raven all left towards the cafeteria, but Qrow stood there patiently waiting.

“So, how was your mission?” Lillian smiled and took a step towards him.

“It was...interesting.”

“You’re telling me!” Lillian jumped and took a step back when her teammates appeared behind her.

“This girl is crazy! Leaped onto the back of a Goliath Grimm.” Varian spoke with a huge grin. Qrow’s eyes widened and looked to the now embarrassed Lillian.

“I might have fallen out of the tree-”

“It was incredibly dangerous and she almost got seriously hurt.” Travis spoke with arms crossed and tail swishing.

“Buuut because of that Ryker was able to identify it’s weak spot and we took it out no problem. It looked amazing!” The two began to argue about whether it was super cool or dangerous, and Lillian took a step towards Qrow. Qrow looked at her  with a still astonished look.

“Did you seriously leap on a Goliath?” Lillian rubbed her neck with a red face.

“We were hiding in the trees, a branch snapped under me and I panicked. I didn’t want to fall straight down so I leaped forward and used my semblance to land on it’s back. Then I was basically bull riding this Grimm while my team had to basically save me.” Qrow had to suppress the chuckle imagining her riding this wild grimm like a bull.

“Only You~”

“Well we need to go report to ole teach, you coming Lily?” Lillian looked between her teammates and Qrow, indecisive.

“Ummm…” Ryker appeared behind the two and set his hands on his teammate’s shoulders.

“Can’t you see she’s obviously wanting  to talk with Qrow, alone? Come on, let’s go. He led the two away as they complained about being dragged away, Lillian was blushing heavily, staring awkwardly at the ground as all the students now seemed to spread out and leave them alone in the hall. There was a silence between them for a while, before Qrow finally chuckled and closed the space between them.

“They’re a handful aren’t they~?” Lillian smiled softly.

“Not as much as a handful as you~” Qrow playfully scoffed.

“Brat~

“Takes one to know one~” Lillian wrapped her arms around him and hugged him, Qrow held her close for a second, just sighing.

“So was Ryker right? Do you have something to talk about?”

“Well, I didn’t know if it was time..” Qrow pulled her away a bit to look at her. She sighed and bit her lip.

“I know we’re trying to keep this...on the downlow, but...there’s that dance coming up…” Seeming to understand, Qrow looked to the side.

“I don’t know...I’m not really into stuff like that.”

“I know, we don’t have to go as a couple. I just thought it might be fun. It’s your choice though.” Qrow hummed a bit, shifting his weight a bit.

“I’ll….think about it.” Lillian nodded.

“I appreciate you doing that, no matter what the outcome.”

“Yeah yeah, come here~” Lillian laughed as Qrow held her and spun her a bit, lifting her off the ground and burying his face in her shoulder. It had been a solid week since Qrow had even seen her, let alone hold her. It was a good thing though, so his semblance couldn’t affect her as much. Not to mention that mischief semblance of hers helps immensely. He wondered if it was about time he told her in detail what his semblance even was. It was only three weeks since they secretly began dating, but the fact he got in a relationship without telling them seemed a bit selfish. He bit his lip, just holding her for a moment and sighing,

“Is something wrong?” Shit. He grumbled a bit and pulled away to look at her.

“You’re way too perceptive.” She stuck out her tongue.

“Come on, what’s wrong?” Staring into her sparkling purple eyes he couldn’t help himself. For the past several months she’s been there for him when he needed it, and hasn’t asked for anything in return. She never tried to fix his problems, and never asked for too many details if he was uncomfortable or didn’t want to talk. She was just there for him. He couldn’t keep hiding this from her, she didn’t deserve it. While in thought, Qrow moved some of her hair from her face while still staring into her eyes,

“...I think it’s time I tell you in detail about my semblance.” Qrow walked with Lillian to a more disclosed location, just in case anyone walked in on their conversation. Qrow felt more comfortable this way, and Lillian was willing to make sure he was comfortable for this. She really was thoughtful to him. Qrow brought Lillian to the empty classroom they first met at and sat with her on the floor. He began to go into detail about his Bad Luck Semblance, how dangerous it was for him to be around anyone for too long because he couldn’t really control who it affected. Anyone in a general radius of him would possibly get affected by him, and that scared him when it came to his friends or her. When he finally finished he was holding his head and refusing to make eye contact with her. What if she became afraid of him? What if after he told her all this she decided it would be best that they stayed away from each other? He was so scared, trembling a little in place.

“Guess you could say I’m a Bad Luck Charm.” His voice shook a little, and that instantly scared him more. He was already so attached to her that the idea of her rejecting him for his semblance tore him apart. He waited for it, waited for her to apologize and leave him behind. Instead however, she gently reached for his trembling hand and held it.

"...Did I ever tell you...about the first time I ever experienced my Semblance?" He blinked and looked up towards her, shaking his head a bit.

“No, you never did…” She gave a saddened smile, squeezing his hand a little tighter and sighing. Her usually calm and joyful demeanor was gone, she looked so upset. Using her free hand she ran her fingers through her hair, now her turn to tell a story.

"When I was young, a bunch of kids used to mess with me a lot. Always these boys pushing me and pulling my hair. Knocking down my block towers, you know the stereotypical boy messing with girl stuff. Everyone would always say it was normal and that I should just ignore it. Well...one day...I can't remember just Why I was so angry. They did something that just finally made me snap." Lillian glanced up at Qrow, only to lower her eyes again in shame.

"Mind you I didn't know much about Semblances let alone how to control it. I didn't know what mine Was, but that's besides the point. I told the kid I hoped he would get hit by a bus. And I really meant it at the time. They laughed it off and went on with their day, and I was grumbling and finding myself able to see it vividly. Of course I was a kid so I was thinking of it like a kid would. Stick figures basically being flattened and getting back up. I..." She swallowed a lump in her throat, her eyes darkening.

"The next morning I went to school, and I saw him riding his bike, he lived pretty close by so his parents didn't mind him riding to school by himself. A school bus was speeding down the road and didn't seem to notice him. The kid jumped out of the way and rolled into a ditch just seconds from getting flattened. His bike was destroyed and my entire class stared in shock as this kid I threatened yesterday almost died...my Semblance did that." She seemed ashamed of her words, biting her lip in silence now. Qrow couldn’t believe what she was saying. She almost killed someone with her semblance? Lillian? The sweetest girl he’s ever met almost caused a child homicide?

“It wasn’t the last time either. Whenever I got angry and thought harmful things it caused them to happen. Teenage bullies falling down the stairs, kids getting bit by wild animals,...” Lillian’s eyes darkened.

“...A Grimm appearing in town and causing havoc to a group of teens….” Tears began to roll down her cheeks as she began to grip her own arm.

“I had to learn to control it. I was so scared every single time I ever caused something like that to happen. It wasn’t like bad luck where it just happens, I could control it...and I hurt people because I couldn’t stop myself from wanting them hurt. I’ve worked on it since I was a kid, but there’s always that fear that I’ll get really mad and can’t control myself. Or that I’ll let my mind wander and I’ll accidentally hurt something I care about…” She looked shamefully towards the floor, Qrow staring at her awestruck. He never thought, even for a moment, that someone like her would even remotely understand what he felt. Without even thinking, he reached up and began running his thumbs across her cheeks, drying the tears from her face. Looking back up to him with tear filled eyes Lillian sniffled softly. She looked so vulnerable. He hated it, seeing her cry and look so helpless. He wanted to see her smile, laugh, make snide remarks whenever she wanted. That confident sweetheart that he had grown to know and care for. Leaning closer, Qrow wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. The two stayed like that, embracing each other in silence for a while. When they finally let each other go, they left the classroom holding each other's hands.

“...Hey, so I’ve thought about it.” Lillian looked towards Qrow confused.

       “Let’s...go to that dumb dance together. If you still want, that is.” His face was red as he spoke, staring ahead and attempting to avoid eye contact with her. Her eyes sparked at his words, a genuine smile forming on her lips.

“I’d love to…” He nodded shyly and walked with her to the cafeteria for lunch.

“How do you think they’ll react?” He chuckled.

“Better be positive, otherwise they’ll have to hear from me~” She giggled, leaning closer to him as they walked.

[mcrvellouslystcrk]

Florida

Pairing: Paul McCartney x Lennon!Reader

Rating: T

Words: 1910

Warnings: Trash writing and very superficial rereading, all my apologies dear readers

Author’s Note: I recommend reading this while listening to early Beatles and other summery 60s tunes. Also I’m kinda tired of fics where John is the overprotective older brother and wanted to explore another facet of his (fictitious) personality... Enjoy!

“Y/N! Oi, Y/N!”

 Carefully lowering your book, you looked at the four soaking wet boys, jumping around in the swimming pool like children.

 “What?”

 “Come replace Ringo, he doesn’t wanna play any more!”

 You raised your eyebrows mockingly and closed the novel.

 “So you only call me when others can’t fulfil your desires?”

 A concert of protestations (‘oh come on Y/N, you know we love you’) answered your questions and you chuckled. John said something to the others and quickly got out of the pool.

 “Don’t be stupid!” he half whispered, sitting next to you on the sunbed. “You can show off your skills… and whatever you have under this dress to Paul.”

 You punched him in the stomach furiously, checking if someone had heard him. Luckily, the other three were discussing about some party they went to, leaving you a little bit of privacy.

 “Shut it, John. This will never be known. Ever.”

 Your brother rolled his eyes and pushed your legs to have more space.

 “I thought you were the brightest in the family, Y/N, but apparently not. The man’s head over heels for you for a long time now, it’s pathetic.”

 “Yeah, about that, I don’t believe you. You already tricked me back in fifth grade with Dave, remember? I’m not falling in your daft pranks again.”

 He groaned and shook you by the shoulders, his impatience becoming more visible by the minute.

 “Oh my god, Y/N, when will you stop being so stubborn and just accept the fucking truth! He loves you, you love him, it’s like one of our songs! Can’t believe I’m saying that, but why can’t you just make a damn move and stop looking like a lost puppy?”

 You froze, confused.

 “Admitting it was true… It doesn’t bother you? Your best friend and your sister?”

 “To be honest? At first it kinda did, but after almost six years of this, I’m exhausted. And I know Paul’s a pretty good guy. I swear, if you don’t make a move, I will, and you’ll find yourselves locked in a cupboard or something.”

 “And may I know why you didn’t address this inspiring speech to your buddy?”

 “He won’t listen. Y/N, he so in love he thinks you’re too good for him, which, between us, is complete shit, no offen-”

 He cackled as you smacked him again, this time more gently. You considered his words for a moment. The Florida sun shined above your heads, glittering on the limpid water of the pool and on Paul’s skin. Yeah, you could not help it; you had been sneaking peaks above your book for a while now, and it was worth it. The way he was punching the ball with an unusual precision, arching his tanned back to protect his teammate, the manner in which he laughed when John would jump in the most random places because he refused to wear his glasses and had no idea what was going on… He was perfect. You did not believe something would actually happen with him, but it was worth a try, was it not?

 “Okay, whatever, you win. But first, let’s play.”

 You got up and took off your beach dress in a matter of seconds, throwing it on your brother before diving in the pool. The water was at just the right temperature, and you swam to the surface with a smile brightening your features.

 “That’s my girl!” cheered John.

 Spotting George on your left, you swam to him.

 “Harrison, I hope you’re good!”

 “Oh, I’m okay. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

 “Well, I’m better than John… How’s Pattie?”

 From the other side of the fillet, Paul was watching you converse with George, trying to hide his blush. Seeing you in your white bikini made him all flustered, and your confidence when you plunged in the water dazzled him. Back in England, you were the most beautiful woman he had ever had the chance to meet. Under the Miami sun, you were looking so radiant that he started to wonder if you were surreal.

 “Hey, I know you’re in love and I wish you all the best, but I’d really appreciate if you could stop checking out my sister with those eyes, thanks.”

 Turning around, Paul sent a splash of water in John’s direction, earning a mocking snicker in return.

 “Okay, fellas, are we playing or what?” you asked, going to your position.

 Ringo sent the ball in the air and before anyone could move, you jumped and caught it, passing in to George who smashed it to the other side. Not ready for this attack, the other two did not have the time to stop, and Paul turned to you, eyebrows up. Feeling bold after you victory, you winked at him playfully as you hand fived George.

 The game did not last long as George and you won almost every set, though you were suspecting Paul to play purposely bad because John was yelling at him the whole time. The four of you decided to take a break when Ringo told you the food you had ordered had arrived, making George rush to the kitchen. You exited the pool and started drying off with your towel when Paul passed by you.

 “Nice bathing suit,” he observed before proceeding inside the villa.

 Stupefied, you watched him join the others, you heart pounding against your chest. Could it be possible that John’s suggestions were true? No, Paul was flirty with everyone, even the sixty-four-year-old maid who took care of the cleaning.

 Shaking your head, you entered the house too and changed rapidly in the nearest bathroom into another dress, brand new, bright red and much shorter than the first. You ran a hand in your hair and sprayed the spots under your ears with your usual perfume before smiling to your reflection in the mirror. Your brother was right: it was no use to continue like that, and you were soon going to find out what Paul was actually thinking of you.

 You walked in the kitchen and spotted your target helping himself from the foods he wanted. Taking a seat next to him, you brushed his hand as you moved yours to reach the bottle of sparkling water at his right, lingering against his skin a few seconds more than what you would normally do, and casually leaned into him. He stopped right there, his fork immobilized in mid-air, to glance at you, to which you boldly responded with a dazzling smile. Returning to your personal space, you took a deep breath. Were you about to destroy one of the friendships that you cherished the most just to talk about your feelings? Possibly.

 “Hey Y/N, when will we have the honour to see all the pictures you took?”

 John’s voice broke your train of thoughts. You squinted your eyes at him, perfectly knowing what he was doing: a photographer’s inspiration was things, sceneries…or, in this case, people he or she loved. 

 “Oh… I don’t think that’s a good idea, they’re just amateur stuff.”

 “C’mon, we won’t judge, promise!”

 Frowning, you were about to refuse when you crossed Paul’s hazel gaze again. You did not know how he did it, but you instantly melted in front of his doe eyes, especially when they were looking at you like that. Damn, that man sure knew how to make a girl feel special.

 “Okay. But don’t you dare mess them up with a sauce or something. And don’t steal stuff from my plate. Yes, that also goes for you Geo.”

 Running to your bedroom, you grabbed the pack of photographs and returned to the kitchen. John put his hand out to take them but you pushed it away, handing them to Ringo instead. The other three rushed behind him, curious as hell. Leaning in as well, you were now able to see them upside down as the boys checked them out.

 George stealing a biscuit from Ringo’s plate at breakfast, John with his old Buddy Holly glasses, offering his most mischievous grin to the camera, the boys playing with a ball or chilling on their sunbeds… The list goes on.

 You moved a little, getting slightly uncomfortable, as you knew what was to come. Ringo moved to the next shots: Paul, sitting on the sofa next to the window, laughing at something John had said. Paul, his toothbrush in hand, making a face at the camera. Paul playing the guitar. Paul trying to cook your favourite dessert, covered in flour. Paul next to the record player, a dozen LPs in his arms. Paul, half-asleep in front of the television. Paul, Paul, and Paul again and again…

 Suddenly silent, the boys looked at you with some sort of hesitation. You motioned to John to leave with a small movement of the chin; you two had developed a multitude of body signs when you were living with Aunt Mimi. For once, he listened to you and took George and Ringo by the collars of their shirts.

 “Come on, children, mommy and daddy need to talk.”

 Hearing them close the door behind them, you finally turned your attention to the one left. Leaning against the counter, he was observing you. Conscious of your reddened cheeks, you coughed a little.

 “Paul, I-”

 “Y/N, I love you.”

 “Wh- What?”

 He walked around the table and sat on his chair, an uncertain smile dancing on his lips.

 “I have loved you for a very, very long time now. God, you were – you are – so incredible. How could I not love you? And I never thought anything would be possible between us, but after seeing these, I’m hoping… I’m finally able to hope.”

 You stared at him for a moment, not quite believing what was happening. So, after all this time, John was right? You had truly wasted so many years of what could have been the most wonderful relationship of your life because of your stubbornness and inexistent self-esteem.  

 …How could you have been so blind?

 “Darling, please say something.”

 Shaking off all the confusion and replays of the past few years in your head, you chuckled at the sight of him. He was waiting, all flustered, his fingers unconsciously tapping the wooden table.

 “Paul, believe me, the feeling is mutual. I was actually going to confess myself some time soon but you’ve beat me to it…and I’m glad you did.”

 His smile grew wider and he moved closer, his eyes sparkling with a new light. You gently cupped his face in your hands, softly rubbing your thumb across his cheekbone.

 Oh god, that was it.

 His lips were soft, and had caught yours with an incredible dexterity. Tilting your head, you slowly ran your fingers through his chest to link your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Every inch of your bodies was connected, making you wish for more. You broke off the kiss to put your legs around his waist, to which he quickly obliged with a smug grin, peppering occasional butterfly kisses on you neck. You were about to dive into another embrace when the door suddenly opened, startling you both.

 “C’mon fellas, I think it’s safe now… Oh no – Jesus Y/N – abort mission, abort!”

 “But I need to finish my pastrami!”

 “Well I’m gonna have nightmares for the rest of my life after seeing my baby sister make out so I think your pastrami will have to wait.”

[eyoricka]

childish jealousy

This one was requested by ClairesC462 who wanted a jealous Theseus who acts childish.

summary: Theseus gets jealous and pouts like a kid Warning: none

words 1800k+

You heard the referee blew his whistle to signal that someone had caught the golden snitch and you slowly landed on the floor. you smiled widely at your teammates. They were throwing in the air your seeker. You had won by landslide but that weren’t much of a surprise since you had won the British championship the year before and the team against you wasn’t that good. Even if their seeker was rather good, their chasers were so bad that you had caught up the quaffle almost all the time when they had tried to score. As you were making your way outside of the changing room, you noticed your boyfriend grinning at you proudly as the supporter stroke up the song that they had invented for you. in front of the changing room stood an official representant and a group of children and teens. They were the members of the actual teams of Hogwarts. You gently signed them some autographs and discussed with them about why they decided to play that sport, if they wanted to become pro…

You changed yourself and discussed a bit with the other girls of the team. You would join them at 11 in a trendy bar to celebrate your victory. As you left the changing room you spotted Theseus. You walked quickly to join him and threw yourself in his arms. He hugged you and kissed you passionately. You knew that Theseus was rather jealous of all the people that were actually fantasying on you, he never said it aloud but you had noticed that. he would always frown when someone was lurking at you and put an arm around you and kissed you to show him that you were already taken and that made you chuckled. You apparated to your place for a nice dinner that Theseus cooked and you smiled at him. he was so cute when he was doing his best to cook something good even if that was clearly something he wasn’t that good at. Thinking that this man was the terror of the dark wizards but was unable to prepare good lasagna made you giggled. When he heard you he put down the spatula and pouted “You should not make fun of me or else that flour could end up in your lovely face and hair.” You rolled your eyes at him in a comic way and stated “You wouldn’t dare” “and what’s make you believe that Y/N?” “because then I would find myself in the obligation to reply to your war declaration and we both know who would win.” He sighed and you grinned at him. you approached him to see what the food looked like and if he had managed to cook something that you would eat. But as you were leaning to read the recipe on the cookbook that was next to the bowl you felt something running down you neck and your back. You jerked back and saw his proud smile. He had a milk bottle in one hand and was trying to protect his face with his other hand. You grabbed your wand and quickly made a move. Suddenly eggs, milk, flour and sugar where just above his head. You moved your wand to the ground and everything fall on his well-arranged hair and victorious face. he looked at you with his face covered with cake paste. You could help but laugh as he put dramatically a hand on his heart and whispered “that is how I die, losing to an unfair victory, won by cheating. Ô sweet agony, Ô bitter love, that is how I give up on life, killed by the hand of my lover, betrayed by the only one I trusted. There is no worse fate.”  As you were laughing very hard you didn’t see him walked closer to you and it surprised you when he lifted you in his arms. You looked at him with innocent eyes and then closed them as you thought that he would kiss you. but instead he rubbed his face against yours and you immediately felt sticky. “gross” you said in a disgusted tone but he chuckled and replied “Your fault not mine, you should not…” but he never finished his sentence as he saw you put a finger on his cheek and then licked the remaining paste on your finger. “such a tease” he growled against your neck and you smiled expectantly at him.

You looked in your dressing to find the perfect outfit for the bar party and frowned a bit when you saw nothing you like. Theseus was still laying on the bed and he chuckled when he heard you groaned “I have nothing to wear”.  “then maybe you should stay there and join me in the bed.” He subjected smirking. You threw a pillow at him and replied sighing “I wish but I promise to go with them. and I already told you, you are invited so you should get ready too!” He pretended that he didn’t hear you but when you glared at him he stood up and get ready. Few minutes later he was ready but you were still in underwear trying to figure out what to wear. He stood next to you clearly annoyed by the time you were taking to just find an outfit. You finally grabbed a skirt with a nice floral top. You quickly put them on and brushed your hair. You put a bit of make up, grabbed a purse and kissed Theseus cheek. He put his arm around your waist and apparated you in the bar. This latter was fully crowded and you felt like you would never reach the girls. When you eventually spotted them, they practically ran to you to do the celebration dance. After that you grabbed a drink and discussed with them. Theseus was talking with one of your teammate’s boyfriend who was also an auror.

The night was going on and you were glad that Theseus was having fun too. You were in the middle of a conversation with Amy, one of the beater, when someone interrupted you. It was a man, around your age, with a kind smile. He apologized to interpose and simply asked for an autograph. You nicely smiled back and agreed to sign his paper. He seemed genuinely happy and you were glad. Then he shyly asked if he would have the honor to buy you a drink. You politely refused showing that your glass wasn’t empty but Amy accepted claiming that you should never miss an opportunity to get free drinks. You sensed Theseus eyes on you and you reassuringly smiled at him. he looked tensed and you nodded toward Amy to show him that the guy would be hitting on her so no need to worry. You continued to speak with the guy and Amy however Theseus was still carefully watching you. reading him like a book, you knew that once you were home he would pout like a five years old if you didn’t go and see him. you found an excuse to let the two future love birds together and joined your childish boyfriend. But you felt a hand around your wrist and the guy asked you to stay. You gave a side eye to Amy who was slowly losing her composure. You clearly didn’t want to provoke any drama in the team especially for a guy you didn’t care about. You were about to ask him to let you go when you felt a presence behind you. you immediately recognized who it was and the other guy seemed to have done some connections because he let you go. Theseus excused yourselves saying that you really had to go, you wished a good evening to Amy and the rest of the team and disappeared.

Once you were home you quickly threw a PJ on and watched what Theseus was doing even if you knew in advance what he would do. He would stay downstairs eating candies and pouting until you would practically beg him to go to sleep. In your bed he would grab the teddy bear he had since he was a child and mumbled thing like “you are the only one who truly love me” “you would never betray me for another teddy bear… until he falls asleep. And god knows that you shouldn’t laugh at his ridiculous behavior because he would do the silent treatment until you apologize.

When you went downstairs as predicted Theseus was eating some sweet things and mumbling to himself. You smiled at the picture thinking that you were dating a child and that clearly you weren’t ready to be pregnant now, taking care of an adult acting like a kid was enough. You called him and he looked at you with an unreadable face. you threw at him his teddy bear and he couldn’t help but smiled back. When he realized that he was smiling he quickly regained his pouting composure. You chuckled internally and walked to the kitchen. you grabbed chocolate, flour, sugar, eggs, butter and began to bake some brownies. You were silently waiting for the brownie to be baked and warm, lost in your thoughts when you heard small steps behind you. Theseus leaned against the counter hugging his teddy and looking at you with puppy eyes. you opened the oven and took the brownie out of the oven. “Y/N What’s he got more than me?” You cut the brownie in several square parts and simply replied “Nothing, you are far better. I bet he doesn’t have a teddy bear and a whinny childish attitude that makes me melt.” Your boyfriend refrained a silly grin and asked “So why did you spent the night with him?” You sighed at that question but you were fully aware that sooner or later he would ask it “I didn’t because you were talking to someone else certainly about job and it didn’t really interested me. plus I spent the night with Amy and not with him, he was just there, it is not like I particularly liked his presence.” Theseus nodded and hugged you. you were pressed against his teddy bear and you never wanted him to break the embrace. “I love you Y/N” he whispered in your ear. He extended his arm and you quickly replied “Me too but that is not a reason to eat the brownie behind my back.” He looked at you with an innocent smile, like he wasn’t understanding why you told him that. that was too much and you busted into laughter, between two laughs you managed to say “Wait until the Christmas party of the ministry that I told to your colleagues that their feared and respected fellow is just a child in disguise, who pouted, has a teddy bear and can resist to brownie.” He faked gasp “You wouldn’t dare!! Plus I think no one can resist to brownie!”

[onlycags]

Movie Night 8 | Çağlar Söyüncü

July: Pèrez

- - -

It had been a week since Euro2020 officially ended. Turkey and England had great runs, but ultimately, France took it all. The Leicester players had returned home almost a week ago and were now resting up. Your heart felt heavy knowing that Çağlar was back in Leicester and hadn’t made an attempt to reach out to you. Granted, you hadn’t tried to contact him since the disastrous FaceTime call almost a month earlier.

You had watched the Switzerland-Turkey matchup with your heart in your throat. Çağlar had started, but was subbed off at the half, his performance abysmal. There had been an ‘article’ the following morning about it - if one could call The Sun Football an article - wherein the writer had insinuated that there was “trouble in paradise” between you and him. You had spent the day stress-baking, not wanting to think about Çağlar and his ex.

The month in between your movie night and Pérez’s seemed to drag on forever. You still went out with your non-football friends, but it didn’t quite feel the same. Guys at the clubs bought you drinks, but all you could think was that they weren’t Çağlar. One had even gone so far as to try to kiss you; you’d let him, but quickly broke it off and cried in the dirty bathroom of the club, typing and deleting a text to Çağlar over and over for five minutes before turning your phone off for the night.

Now, movie night was in two days and you were still debating whether or not you were going to go. You were in the middle of baking a three-layer cake when James’s face popped up on a FaceTime call.

“Hey,” you greeted, preoccupied with the icing.

“Ooh, are you making a cake for movie night?” Madders asked.

“It depends,” you responded absentmindedly. “Is Çağlar going to be there?”

“[Y/N],” James said with such force, making you pause and turn your attention to him. “What the hell happened after we left your flat?”

You shook your head, trying to find words. “I’m not telling you over FaceTime. Come over when you can.”

Madders checked his watch. “I’ve got four hours. Be there in twenty.”

True to his word, James Maddison barged into your flat twenty minutes later, a pint of ice cream and a bottle of Jack in his hands. You took in the sight, laughing for the first time in what felt like forever. “How the hell did you manage to get over here and pick that up in twenty minutes?!”

He winked, making you giggle again. “If I told you, I’d have to kill you.”

You pulled him in for a hug, grateful for human contact. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too, love.” He handed you the ice cream, and you opened it after handing him a spoon.

The two of you wordlessly alternated between spoonfuls of ice cream and swigs of Jack, neither one of you wanting to broach the subject you’d made James come here to talk about.

James’s phone did the work for you when it buzzed with a text, the name reading ‘Cags’ with a football emoji next to it. Your mate had the good sense to look sheepish, turning the screen off and flipping the phone face-down. “Sorry about that.”

“Don’t apologize. He’s your teammate and my ex-whatever-we-were-doing-that-wasn’t-a-relationship. I couldn’t care less.” Your tone and the tears welling in your eyes betrayed you, but you didn’t care.

“What happened?” He asked, placing a hand on your arm.

You absently traced the tattoos on his wrist, needing the distraction as you reiterated all the details, starting with receiving the texts from Çağlar and ending with your lie over FaceTime. Grimacing, you showed him the texts and let him listen to the voicemails, barely holding back tears as Çağlar’s voice played over the phone - a voice you hadn’t heard in almost a month.

When you finished your story, you grabbed the bottle of Jack, taking a few big swigs before slamming the bottle down. “Fuck!” You cursed, burying your head in your hands.

“Well, this is…not ideal,” James said, making you look up to glare at him. He raised his hands in surrender. “Don’t look at me like that! I’m just saying that the two of you just need to talk.”

You scoffed. “As if Çağlar wants to talk to me right now.”

Wordlessly, James unlocked his phone and handed it to you. You didn’t bother reading James’s responses, all you cared about was knowing what Çağlar said about you.

Cags: I fucked up and I need your help. [Timestamp: 17 June 2020]

Cags: [Y/N] won’t speak to me and she says she slept with Grealish and I don’t know what to do. [Timestamp: 18 June 22020]

Cags: I miss her so much. I want to call her but I do not know if she will pick up the phone for me. [Timestamp: 25 June 2020]

Cags: She just posted a picture to Instagram wishing some guy a happy birthday and I don’t know if she moved on. I don’t know what I will do if she has… [Timestamp: 1 July 2020]

Cags: Please just tell me if she has moved on. [Timestamp: Today]

“I just…” You covered your mouth with your hand, speechless.

“Well?” James asked, quirking an eyebrow up. “Have you moved on?”

You shook your head. “No.”

“Are you going to Pérez’s for movie night tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

***

You spent extra time on yourself getting ready for movie night the next day. You wore your favourite sundress, needing the extra confidence.

You walked into Pérez’s flat with five minutes to spare. When the guys asked, you just showed them the cake you had baked, lying and saying it had taken longer than you had thought to put the finishing touches on it. You ignored James’s blatant eyeroll at your explanation while you searched the room for Çağlar. Finding no sign of him, you focused your attention on Harvey’s antics, throwing yourself into the moment so you didn’t have to confront your feelings on Çağlar’s mysterious absence.

Pérez had chosen a Netflix comedy special as his movie, a choice the Barnes had deemed, “Disrespectful to movie night,” to which Pérez had replied with something scathing in Spanish that had everyone laughing. Nobody knew what he’d said, but everyone knew he’d definitely tore Harvey a new one.

Joaquin Reyes popped up on the screen and the special began. Luckily, Pérez had put on English captions so everyone could understand, and soon you were all rolling with laughter. It was the perfect movie night; you hardly even noticed that Çağlar hadn’t shown up, burying your face in Madders’s chest as you laughed harder than you had in a long time.

Everyone stayed long after the special was over, happy to be reunited after the international break. You and James walked out together and the full weight of Çağlar’s absence hit you. “Where was he tonight?” You asked, thankful you didn’t have to say his name.

“I don’t know. He said he would be here tonight.”

As if on cue, your phone buzzed as you got to the bus stop. You spent the entire bus ride staring at the message on your phone, torn between leaving him on Read or responding.

Çağlar: I’m sorry.

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FLORHAM PARK, N.J. — The first time it happened was Sept. 3, 2016. James Burgess Jr. was cut by his hometown team, the Miami Dolphins. So began his remarkable journey on the margins of the NFL, a four-year whirlwind of practice squads, free-agent workouts, canceled flights, short hotel stays, cold shoulders and seemingly constant rejection.

Burgess, now a starting inside linebacker for the New York Jets, has been released eight times by six teams. Imagine being told that many times by an employer that you aren’t good enough. Would you pack it in? Would you look for another line of work? Burgess, 25, never thought that way because his only dream was to be like his father, James Burgess Sr., who played linebacker for the San Diego Chargers (1997-98).

Year Date Transaction 2016 May 6 Signed by MIA as UFA Sep. 3 Waived by MIA Sep. 4 Signed to MIA PS Sep. 13 Released from PS Nov. 1 Signed to LAC PS Nov. 14 Released from PS Nov. 23 Signed to BAL PS Nov. 29 Released from PS Dec. 7 Signed to JAX PS Dec. 16 Released from PS Dec. 20 Signed to CLE PS 2017 Jan. 2 Signed by CLE to future deal 2018 Oct. 16 Waived/injured by CLE Dec. 4 Signed to MIA PS 2019 Jan. 1 Signed by MIA to future deal May 23 Waived by MIA May 28 Claimed by NYJ Aug. 31 Waived by NYJ Sep. 11 Signed to NYJ PS Oct. 20 Signed to NYJ roster

PS: Practice squad

On he went, waiting for the next call, much like an aspiring actor between auditions.

“It’s the ugly side of the NFL that people don’t really know about,” the younger Burgess said. “Everybody sees the glamour and everybody on film, but there’s also an ugly side, too.”

Say this for Burgess: He might be undersized at 6-foot, 230 pounds, but he can take a hit.

After his initial release from the Miami roster, he played musical practice squads, going from the Dolphins (nine days) to the Chargers (13 days) to the Baltimore Ravens (six days) to the Jacksonville Jaguars (nine days) to the Cleveland Browns, who eventually promoted him to the 53-man roster. He lasted nearly two years in Cleveland, where he got hurt and was waived in 2018.

From there, it was back to the Dolphins (six months) and then to the Jets, who waived him at the end of the preseason and re-signed him to the practice squad two weeks later. He got a call-up on Oct. 20, and over the past four games, he’s the Jets’ leading tackler — and one of the few feel-good stories in a lost season.

“How many times has he been cut?” defensive coordinator Gregg Williams marveled. “Those are fun guys to coach.”

One day in the spring, Williams pulled a picture off the wall in his office and brought it to a meeting. He told the players about Burgess and his story of perseverance. In the photo was a cracked Browns helmet, worn by Burgess on Nov. 19, 2017, the day he recorded 15 tackles, three tackles for loss and a sack against the Jaguars. Mind you, this show-and-tell session took place before Burgess was on the Jets.

In 17 games played for the Browns in 2017 and 2018, linebacker James Burgess had 78 combined tackles. AP Photo/Ron Schwane

“His helmet looked like back when I played. It was crushed and broken,” said Williams, so moved by the performance — and the fractured artifacts — that he made sure it was photographed and saved.

Perhaps fatefully, the Jets claimed Burgess on waivers from the Dolphins about a week later. Burgess played so well in the preseason that some players were disappointed that he didn’t make the team, but he was invited back after injuries to C.J. Mosley and Avery Williamson. He hopes to make this team his home because he’s tired of being an NFL nomad.

“It’s tough,” he said. “Every man can’t deal with it. Basically, you’re living out of a suitcase. Every week or two, I was getting cut. It’s tough. I wish that on no one. It’s a lonely stage, but I kept fighting and kept going.”

It was a crazy lifestyle. One day, he was in the Miami airport, waiting to fly out for a workout with the Indianapolis Colts. That was a few days after he was released by the Ravens. His agent called with the news that the Jaguars, who worked him out previously, wanted to sign him to the practice squad. He made a quick travel change and flew to Jacksonville. That turned out to be a short and bitter experience.

“I was ballin’ in practice, and I thought I was on the verge of getting signed up,” Burgess said. “They called me to the office, and I was like, ‘Oh, yeah, finally a break. I’m going to finally get my chance to showcase.’ They were like, ‘We’re releasing you.’ I was like, ‘Damn.’ That was probably the hardest cut.”

And the coldest.

“For a regular job or the NFL, when they cut you or fire you, they wish you the best of luck,” he said. “When I got released from Jacksonville, it was just, ‘Dude, come in the office.’ It was sign here, sign there, and I walked out. It was probably the worst feeling I ever had in my life. It was like I was s— or something. That was the worst feeling I ever had. That was bad.”

After each cut, Burgess returned home, received a pep talk from his father and stayed ready. He trained with his uncle, Willie Middlebrooks, a 2001 Denver Broncos first-round pick. They worked out in a park in Homestead, Florida, their hometown. Burgess grew up in football, learning the game and the cut-throat business from his father, a former linebacker who came out of the University of Miami as a free agent and bounced among the Oakland Raiders, Kansas City Chiefs and Chargers.

“I was in the same shoes he was in,” said Burgess Sr., who played 31 games in two seasons. “He wants to prove, especially to me, that he’s good enough to play in the league. He says, ‘I want to be like you.’ I tell him, ‘No, you’re going to be better than me.'”

James Burgess Jr., age 4 here, supported his father during his San Diego Chargers playing days. Courtesy of James Burgess

Burgess coached his son in youth leagues, sending in defensive plays via hand signals. How many 8-year-old linebackers have the aptitude to play the game on that level? Probably not many. He took his game to Louisville, where he enjoyed a solid, four-year career — but wasn’t good enough to be drafted. The big knock on him was his size, which is the same as his dad’s (6-foot, 230).

Father and son are extremely close. On Sunday night or Monday morning, Burgess will receive a call from his dad, who provides a comprehensive breakdown of his performance. By the time he gets to the Jets’ film review on Monday, Burgess already has a good idea of the coaching points he will receive. Unlike other players, he is graded twice on every test.

Burgess is such a student of the game that he routinely plays a lead role in the Tuesday defensive meeting, when players gather on their off day to begin game prep.

“The players tease me all the time and say, ‘Hey, we’d much rather listen to him than you,'” Williams said.

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This explains why Burgess is such a popular player; his teammates know his background and appreciate his determination. When Jets defensive tackle Steve McLendon was approached for a comment on Burgess, he invited the reporter into a side hallway and spent five minutes raving about him. McLendon affectionately calls him “young bull.”

“He’s been through so much adversity, and look at him now,” McLendon said. “When we had a linebacker go down, I went to talk to the coaches and said, ‘Man, we need him.’ You can’t tell me this man doesn’t belong in the league. He’s a smart football player. He’s a hard-working football player. He’s a tough football player.”

Burgess has started every game (six) since being promoted from the practice squad. He has 49 tackles, including one sack. He’s second on the team in “hustle” stops (seven), according to NFL Next Gen Stats, which occur when a player covers 20-plus yards from snap to tackle.

That shouldn’t be a surprise. After all, Burgess has been hustling long distances since 2016, trying to make an impact.

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Craft of Creative Nonfiction 28 September 2018

Coming Home: The Time that I Should Have Known.

This week I am going home for the first time in a while, and to be honest I am extremely nervous to be home and in public because so many people know who I am, but they do not know what I have gone through. In a small town, you have to be careful of what you say because the second you say something to someone the whole town knows about it. I am scared to see my old friends because they all they know is that him and I are no longer together and some of them know why, but just bits and pieces of a long scary story that I hope I can share one day. No one knows more about what has happened than Grace, my best friend, and she is not coming home with me. What if he is there? What if I see his family (which is very very likely to happen)? I shake and tremble thinking about the possibility of seeing him there. I am scared about a lot of this now because of what he did to me. Now, when I am watching the football game I will look at the cheerleaders that are standing on the black track that circles the field and distinctly remember how it felt to be down there smiling up at the crowd and cheering on my friends and peers, no matter if they were winning or losing. After high school, he took that smile off my face forever. At my proudest moment, he made me feel like the smallest person in the world. Why? At the time, I did not know why he did this, but now when I look back at it I know exactly why he made me feel this way.

April 2016. It was exactly one week before my senior prom, and it was supposed to be the happiest most exciting two weekends of my high school career. My senior prom dress, which was an eggplant color and covered in sequins, was hemmed and hanging in my closet on two hangers because it was so heavy was ready to go for the big night which was one week away. What was also ready to go? My cheer shoes, which had been bleached and washed so they were even whiter and cleaner than when I purchased them the summer before. Along with my shoes, were socks, a small role of white athletic tape, a bottle of Ibuprofen, a couple light snacks, a water bottle which I would fill up the day of, black athletic shorts a purple UNI shirt and a medium sized bow to put in my hair. When the final bell rang at 3:30pm on that special Friday. I ran out into the schools parking lot to my friend Allison’s car. Allison was going to drive me to Cedar Falls that day since I did not have a car and my parents were working. Once I got to campus, Allison dropped me off by Dancer Hall where the friend I was going to be staying with lived. Allison wished me good luck gave me a hug and drove away. I was so nervous for what was going to happen that day that I could barely finish the sandwich that I had gotten at the Subway on University. When I got to the UNI Dome I was told to enter through the South West set of doors. There was a girl sitting at the welcome table just inside the door with a huge smile on her face, that helped some of my nerves go away, I smiled back at her and handed her my paperwork. She in-turn handed me a “Hello! My Name is___” nametag with the number six written on it with a large black Sharpie permanent marker. She then told me I could walk down the steps and join the other people on the field to begin stretching and warming up. As I

stretched I introduced myself to the other people on the field, after all they could be my future teammates at the end of this. After everyone had signed in and was accounted for we began practicing. We ran through some cheers and chants, the fight song, and practiced a little tumbling before being dismissed for the night. I called my friend who I was staying with and she came and picked me up. She asked all about how my first day of tryouts were and I was so happy about how everything had gone I probably talked her ear off until we went to bed. I do remember her telling me to “shut up, you need to go to sleep”. Little did she know that the conversation I was having with him over text messages was completely different. I told him how everything had gone that day and he would respond with “K”. So, I would ask him what was wrong and he told me “Nothing”, later he told me he was not feeling well so me being the girlfriend I was, told him things he could eat or ideas on how to maybe feel better. He did not respond for the rest of the night so eventually I fell asleep.

The next day was the big day, try-outs had begun. At 10am I found myself again entering through those same doors of the Dome and walking down that same set of stairs and onto the field where I began stretching and warming up my tumbling. I was placed in a group of four which corresponded with the number on my name tag that I was given the day before. In the back of my mind I had the conversation that I had with him the night before, but I was trying to keep that out of my mind and focus on what I needed to do. The first part of the tryout process was going to a small dance studio in the WRC and performing the school’s fight song, a simple chant, and standing tumbling on the hard floor (I had to use a small mat, but I executed it perfectly). After that was over we were allowed to leave to get lunch and they would text us when the results of the first part were posted. That’s when the nerves kicked in again. I kept

thinking to myself, “What if I get cut?” “What if they didn’t like me?” “What will my family and friends think?” Around, 2pm I got the text that said to come back to the Dome, the results will be posted on the door at 2:30pm. So, I immediately ran over there and waited on the sidewalk with about ten other people who also decided to come early. At this point I text him saying I was waiting for the results of the first cut. I got no response, I just assumed he was busy. When 2:30 came along the girl from the check in desk the day before walked out with three sheets of paper in her hand. She posted them on the doors then told us if we did not see our number on the paper we have been cut and we are not allowed to enter the Dome again for the rest of the tryout process. Very nervously, I walked up to the door. I almost didn’t want to look because I always get my hopes up and then I am shot down. I walked up to the door and look at the sheets of paper and found my number right away! “Wow”, I thought. They really liked me. I ran into the Dome and was told what would be happening next. Those things would be stunting, and running tumbling. I had one of the athletic trainers tape my right wrist and my left forearm, got to love tendinitis and skin burn! After that was done we were separated into groups. The groups were, girls who based, girls who backed, and girls who flew. Right away I walked over to the group of girls who based, because that was my position on my high school’s squad. That was when one of the older girls asked me if I had ever flown, to which I responded yes but rarely. She then had me switch groups before they were finalized. I was now supposed to fly for a group that I did not know but had to trust with my life. We started by doing some simple stunts to get a feel for working with each other. At this point, the coach walks by with a judge and so my group decided that we would put up a “Lib”, which is where the flyer is on one foot fully extended in the air. This stunt stuck really well and my confidence began to grow so they

decided to then have me fly a “switch-up lib”, which is where the flyer starts on one foot but then switches feet when she hits the top of the stunt. The bases will fully release the starting foot and then catch the other foot when the flyer switches. All of the has to be timed perfectly for the stunt to work. This first time we did this, we did not have the correct rhythm as a group and the stunt fell. So, we tried it again. This time something in our group clicked and it stuck right away. One of my bases then told me to “pull something” which means that I as the flyer would take the leg that I was not standing on and pull it up into the air to show more difficultly. When I put my leg down the group asked me if I would want to “full down” which is when the flyer twists in the air and then is caught by her bases. So, I said, “Why not!” and proceeded to finish the stunt by doing that. Little did I know that the coach was watching me the whole time and loved it. After stunting, was running tumbling. We had two chances to throw our best skills on the turf of the Dome. I remember getting in line and telling myself, “Okay, you really only have one shot at this, throw it no matter what.” So, I ran, and I dug deep into that turf and threw myself backwards in the air in a perfect tucked position and landed it. You could see my smile for miles after that. The second time came around and I did it again, perfect. Then we were dismissed and told to come back at 9:30pm for results which would be posted on the same doors and would determine who was on the team or not.

After we all left the Dome, I was invited to get ice cream with some of the older girls who had already been on the squad for one or two years. The ice cream was cold and refreshing. Once again, I text him and told him about what I was doing and how I was feeling. This time I got a response, “K, then.” Immediately I got this feeling that he was upset, but why would he be? We all then crowded back into one of the girl’s cars and headed back to the

Dome. We all sat on the sidewalk waiting for what seemed like forever. The girl from the welcome table came outside with two pieces of paper. She then told us again, “If your number is not on the sheet I’m sorry but you have been cut. If your name is on the sheet congratulations and please come down to the field to take a picture.” I nervously walked up to the door, this time I would be content with not making the cut because I knew I had done my best and that I was proud of myself. I scan the sheets and do not see my number, then I take a second look and there on the first sheet is the number six. I jump up and down and start crying happy tears. All of my hard work and commitment had paid off! I quickly take a picture by the sheet with me pointing at my number and then I ran into the Dome to take a group picture.

Then, I text him in all capital letters “OMG!!! I MADE THE SQUAD I AM SO HAPPY AND SO PROUD OF MYSELF!!” Yes, all of those exclamation points were included. I send my dad the same thing since he was the one that was going to be picking me up that night and bringing me home. My dad texts back right away and tells me congratulations, how proud he is of me and that he is waiting right outside the Dome. I run to his truck and he gets out and gives me this huge hug which he normally does not do. I felt my eyes welling up with tears as he hugs me super tight. I then tell him that I am super hungry and we go to Wendy’s to get some food and head home. As we leave the drive-thru my phone vibrates and it is a message from him which simply says “Ok.” I then ask him if he is proud of me, in my mind your significant other should be proud of what you achieve. He texts back right away and says, “To be honest, no I am not.” It was at this point where all of the excitement of the last two days completely left my body. I did not talk to my dad the entire way back home because I was so upset at what my boyfriend had just told me. I cried a lot that night, and into the following day because of what he sent to

me. He ended up giving me an ultimatum, him or cheer. The worst part of all of this was I couldn’t tell anyone what was going on because they were all so excited for me and I didn’t want to hurt them. I didn’t know what I was supposed to choose. Him or cheer. When I did not have an answer for him within a couple days he started getting mean. He would not answer if I called him or text him. If he did reply to a text the only answer I would get would be “K”. I did not know if he would show up to my senior prom. The morning of my senior prom I asked him if I would see him today and he answered with “we’ll see.” Luckily, he didn’t stand me up, but he completely ruined my senior prom for me. But he blames that all on me, probably still does. I hate him for not only ruining those two weeks for me but most of my summer because he was still down my throat about quitting cheer and how I needed to tell my parents that I did not want to do it anymore, and more things like that. I ended up choosing him because that is was I thought I was supposed to do.

So now, I am scared. He acted this way towards me for another three years before I finally gathered up enough courage to leave the relationship. I am always scared that we will cross paths and I will not have a way to escape him. By writing a part of my story I am able to relieve some of the pain he has caused me. The parts that I am not able to relieve, writing helps me cope with what happened over the last five years and helps me to find strength through all of the emotional abuse he put me through. I will always be terrified of him.