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Fists and Blood (Xreader)There is no turning back now.
You haven’t got any choice, but to continue.
It hurts, you know it, but you have to continue.
You duck under his arm, avoiding a full-strength blow, but it still hits your own arm with force. You grit your teeth.
You need to focus on the fight, or you will lose.
As he takes a step back, which you guess is for kicking your unprotected side, you take the opportunity to strike, sending a blow in his ribs cage, just under the left armpit. You hear him groan, and he forgets about the kick and tries to get to your head instead.
Raging, you throw yourself at your opponent, hoping to take him by surprise and pull him off balance.
It doesn’t have the effect you expected; instead of making him fall on his back with you over him, he lets himself fall on the side, dragging you with him. You know what will happen then. You’ll be stuck under him, his weight crashing you last hopes of winning this fight.
Thinking fast, you lift your right arm and pushes
Guess who?His dirt-brown eyes rest on the camera’s eye, glowing with cunning passion.
The crew, fluttering around him like birds in a cage, all play their roles with arrogant perfection.
They all adapt to his slightest moves, quoting their lines with sick easiness.
The man shoves his dark hair to the side, showing a mysterious grin at the hysterical fans.
The idol, perfectly well-off in his role, as a fish is in water, hurtles to his feet, tottering and reeling at perfection.
He let out a husky shout, though his voice remains as smooth as velvet and as deep as the shadowy bottom
of a well,
''Where has all the rum gone?!''
Hath No FearGiving yourself completely up to fear is kinda like falling in love: You can't pin point exactly when it started and by the time you realize that you are surrounded by that sensation it's already game over. Just like the image of the person you are in love with starts creeping out from every unexpected corner, fear never leaves your side when you give it a welcome stay. After a restless sleep, it starts beating anxiously in your heart the moment you wake up in the morning and commands all your thoughts and actions throughout the day. It is nothing short of a prison, except you are the only inmate and the warden never takes a break. Ever.
I do not exactly remember when I let fear occupy my being but I remember the exact moment when I realized I was ruled by it. It was late in the afternoon, everybody was out there 'getting busy living' and I had locked myself inside my bed half awake, not particularly finding any valid reason to get out of it. Then I was awakened from a nightmare by my
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