Just a reminder : Gray really wanted to kill himself to give Juvia a chance to live and be happy in the future. Her happiness is more important than his OWN LIFE. And you know what ? He wants to protect her no matter what and she’s more than a friend to him.
She’s the one he wants to protect. Her future is important for him.
I love them so much. 💘
I just had an idea! What if Gray always ‘rejects’ Juvia because he believes she can do better than him?
And Gray wants her to have a better future than she thinks she will have if she is with him?
Fandom:
Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOS
Rating: Teen
Summary: Scott
Tracy punched Langstrom Fischler. Scott thought he deserved it, but apparently Fischler
didn’t agree, and he filed assault charges.
Word count: 10,670
Spoilers &
warnings: Possible spoilers up to end S2. Virgil is not healthy for most of
this.
Timeline: Sequel
to ‘Sleeping Wounded’.
Author’s note:
This was supposed to be a short fic. It didn’t stay that way. In fact, the
entire inspirational scene for the whole thing didn’t actually end up
happening. It kinda did what it felt like and ended up huge. It has its
moments, and I hope you enjoy them. Many thanks to @i-am-chidorixblossom for
the initial prompt that sprouted all this and for her wonderful help when I
nearly went crazy staring at this. And also to @scribbles97 for the reality
check at crazy o’clock. You guys are wonderful and I couldn’t do this without
you.
Disclaimer: Mine?
You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother.
That court fic…Now almost 7000 words long and the end is still a way off ::headdesk:: Have another snippet :D Many thanks to both @i-am-chidorixblossom and @scribbles97 for the reality checks and their wonderful support at various stages of this.
“Would rather die.”
The words were barely there, whispered, slurred into the pillow, but they leapt up and tore at Scott’s heart.
“Virgil, no.” He levered himself up onto his elbow, wishing his brother wasn’t turned away from him, wasn’t hidden by the darkness.
Damnit! He sat up, reached over and flicked the light switch, flooding the room with its yellow glow.
“Aah, what the hell, Scott?” His brother lifted up his wrapped arm and rolled onto his back, wincing. “Whatcha do tha’ for?” He blinked repeatedly, tired eyes in a tired, bruised face.
“You can’t mean that.”
“Mean what?” The blinking had slowed, the eyes bleary.
“That you would rather die.”
“Die? Everybody dies.”
Scott closed his eyes. What was he thinking? Virgil was off his face, this was not the time for a serious discussion.
“Everybody dies.” It was an echo, a repeat of the words he had said a moment before. “Mom. Dad. You.”
A frown. “I’m not dead, Virgil.”
“Yes, you are.”
A chill crawled up his spine. “Virgil, what do you mean?”
But his brother’s eyes were closed, his brow wrinkled. “Can’t.”
“Can’t what?”
“Would rather die.” And his brother was drifting off to sleep.
He couldn’t help himself. He knew Virgil would deny everything come the light of day. He had to know. He reached out and touched his brother’s cheek. “Virgil, why? Why would you rather die?”
Brown eyes blearily opened and stared at him. “Can’t lose you. You’re the only one left.”
Scott blinked, attempting to decipher what Virgil meant. The only one what? “Virgil?”
“Please don’t leave me, Scott. I can’t-“ And there was an edge of panic in Virgil’s voice, his injured arm reaching out to grab him.
What the hell? “Virg, it’s okay. I’m not leaving.” Was this a direct line to his brother’s insecurities? “I’m here.”
His brother’s fingers desperately attempted to get a grip on Scott’s pyjamas, but the cast wouldn’t let him make a proper fist. “Scott, please.”
He grabbed Virgil’s hand and held it tight, reaching over to run his fingers through the man’s hair. It took a moment, but finally Virgil sagged into the bed, a shaky breath escaping between his teeth.
Scott bit his lip, but continued to comb his brother’s hair, long enough for the man to eventually slip into an uneasy sleep.
His heart was thudding hard against the inside of his chest.
When Scott turned off the light, he lay in the dark staring up at the ceiling.
Sleep would not come.
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That’s cool… not like I needed my heart to be in one piece or anything
the strength that you possess inside, your character, and your hearts these are what I consider when making my selections
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media// Fairy Tail
dedicated to// anyone who cried at the end of this arc too
comment// which team do you think would’ve won if Girmoire Heart hadn’t interfered?
In all honesty I think it could’ve been Cana and Lucy or Levy and Gajeel because Natsu and Happy and Evergreen and Elfman probably would’ve never found Master Mavis’s grave. Loke and Gray would’ve only found it because of Cana and Lucy. The three teams left probably would’ve had to battle each other and I think the girl’s could’ve ended up beating Loke and Gray because Lucy would know how to beat Loke and then the girls would team up on Gray. It’s a toss up then between Levy and Gajeel and Cana and Lucy. I was hardcore rooting for Cana so she could finally make S-Class.
That’s just my opinion though, so who do y’all think would’ve won?
Let’s go beat someone up! But no seriously, does this prevent pain or something ? What do these bandages actually serve ?
It keeps your bones aligned to prevent injury, compresses soft tissue to make the fist more rigid, and pads the knuckles. Skull bones are sturdier than hand bones, and even if you know what you’re doing there’s a high risk of damaging your metacarpals if you punch someone barehanded. It’s why they recommend if you find yourself in a fight unprepared to bunt their nose with the butt of your palm, because if the other person tucks their head and you end up hitting their forehead instead it’ll do a lot less damage to your palm than your knuckles.
Tumblr teach’n you how to fucks someone’s shit up.
