You survived a catastrophic disease that has wiped out 90% of the population. You hear a radio transmission after months in isolation from someone claiming to have supplies, medicine, and shelter at his house. You’ve just arrived at his front door.

Why the Types Will Die Alone

ISTJ: You were somehow roped into a relationship once but ended that nonsense right quick once you realized they wanted to talk about their feelings. You live a lonesome, tranquil life by the river now, whittling calculators and stock portfolios from driftwood. They are your only friends. 

ESTJ: You had a great life, perfect partner, and tons of friends for many years. Then everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked. Jk, your best friend and the rest of the Senate stabbed you repeatedly in the back and you bled out alone on the floor. “Et tu, Brute?” were your final woe-begotten words you tyrannical dictator, you. 

ENFJ: Your partner got sick of trying to decrypt your real feelings about everything every other second. It’s okay though, you still had a pretty fulfilling life never saying no to any person’s request. You eventually died when your body spontaneously combusted from the stress of trying to make everybody happy. 

INFJ: You tried to act ethereal and distant for so long that nobody wanted to put in the effort to get to know you, Star Man. Except for Linda. But once she saw that all of your “deep, mystical” thoughts were actually just crippling anxiety about people’s approval of you, she jumped that ship pretty quickly. 

ESTP: You took all of your friends skydiving and pushed all their scared, pansy asses out of the plane as a practical joke. You turned around and saw the parachutes they were supposed to be wearing still hanging on the wall, but you didn’t think much of it. Anyways, you convinced the pilot to do a sick flip between some buildings and died in a fiery explosion, just like that old, Romanian woman said you would. 

ISTP: You were too busy being the douchey frat boy bully trope in every teen movie that you forgot to make friends. As you lay dying in a pile of cigarettes and empty liquor bottles, you smile, believing wholeheartedly that Fonzie would have been proud of you. He wouldn’t. 

ISFJ: You were baking a casserole but got distracted by youtube tutorials on how to make friends and burned your house down with you in it. You could’ve escaped, but…there’s people outside…so like, screw that, y'know? 

ESFJ: Your son got so tired of you telling him how to live his life and inserting yourself into his romantic life that he snapped at the “Please Date My Son” mixer you threw for him and came at you with that expensive bottle of Chardonnay you got for yourself while you scrutinized all of the potential daughter-in-laws. None of the girls came to your rescue, as they had recently learned that you’d been gossiping about every single one of them since you’d met them. Let’s be real though, you always knew patricide was the only way you’d go out. 

INFP: You drowned your first partner in the bathtub that you filled with your own tears because they had a weird inflection in the way they said hi to you that one time in August 2011 and you never really got over that. All of your friends got so exhausted trying to console you that when you got trapped in ISFJ’s burning house while helping them make the casserole, they all just assumed your bitter passive-aggressive inferences to the fire’s failure to be a good friend would save you. They did not. 

ENFP: You couldn’t stand the idea of being normal, so you moved to eastern Europe to be different and start a charity or something, you’ll figure out the details later it’s whatever, but you forgot to mention it to, like, all of your friends. Also, you forgot your passport. And your keys. Also, you left the stove on. 

ISFP: Everybody got tired of you staring languidly at the rain so they left you. Like, we get it, you’re deep and thoughtful. Also, they couldn’t stand that you were still into SuperWhoLock, like, that stopped being popular 6 years ago, please move on. Anyways, your pet horse gets so tired of you talking to him about your feelings that he kicks you in the chest, killing you instantly. 

ESFP: You told all your friends you were too busy for them and couldn’t commit to the friendship and floated to some neon rave party and thought trying ecstasy would be a fun experience. You tried proving you were a badass to the bouncer and took like seven and pretty much died on the spot ‘cause your pansy ass would barely have been able to handle one. 

ENTP: You pitted all of your friends against each other to see what would happen for like, the twelfth time, so they all turned on you and forced you to work an isolated office job. They watched through a two-way mirror as you went insane and chewed off your own fingers. They felt that justice was thoroughly served and so do I. 

INTP: You emerged from your garage after weeks of isolation to find that everybody is gone, as they went to the Florida Keys for vacation, but didn’t invite you because they thought you were too busy working on your project that has no real world value. Instead, you assume it’s the zombie apocalypse and retreat back into your garage indefinitely. You die when the roof collapses on you while you’re eating Flaming Hot Cheetos. 

ENTJ: Your coup fails because none of your friends liked the way you kept bossing them around and the government publicly executes you for high treason. In your last moments, you feel a strange sense of camaraderie with ESTJ’s fate, but it doesn’t last long because you could have done waaaaay better than them if you were in that situation. 

INTJ: You’re too proud to admit that you feel things on occasion and shove them all down until the emotions rot away your insides and you eventually have an ulcer, a stroke, and a heart attack all at once in a GameStop parking lot and die, wishing you could have told just one more person why they were wrong about something.

Possible plot lines for Dragon Age 4

A Second Qunari War: It’s been hinted since Origins. Sten’s straight-up statement that one day the Qunari would invade Thedas again. The Arishok’s dying promise that one day the Qunari would return. Iron Bull’s 100% confidence that one day his people would attempt to conquer Thedas. We all know that the Qunari want to conquer all of Thedas and are more than capable of doing so, especially after centuries of isolation in which to plan.

The Tevinter Slave Rebellions: Dorian made it quite clear that he wants The Imperium to change. When he first moved into Haven he stated that he, to a degree, condoned slavery but a lot happened after that. His opinion must have changed, his must want to change his homeland in more ways than just the politics. And then there’s Fenris. His time with Hawke changed him. He’s grown. He’s the kind of person who wants to bring about change. The type who’d start a rebellion.

Grey Warden Civil War: According to the epilogue of Inquisition, the southern Wardens have broken off relations with Weisshaupt and there are rumours of a civil war brewing between the Wardens.

The Ancient Magisters: Coypheus was one, The Architect perhaps a second. Surely there must be more.

A Double Blight: There are two Old Gods still alive: Razikel and Lucasen. That means two more possible Blights. Coincidentally, there’s been rumours ever since DA2 of a Blight in The Anderfels. Three or four Wardens managed to stop the Fifth Blight and there are over a thousand Wardens in The Anderfels. So what could be the problem? Well, like I said, two Old Gods remain. What’s to say both can’t rise as Archdemons at the same time?

The Return of the Elven Gods: Mythal lives, Flemeth as her host. Fen'Harel has been alive this whole time. This all points to something much larger than just an old witch and an elven Somniari causing trouble. ‘Our gods saw him as a brother, and they trusted him when he said that they must keep to the heavens while he arranged a truce’. Fen'Harel allegedly sealed the elven gods in 'the heavens’. Last time I looked, the heavens were a little… worse for wear. So Corypheus says The Maker doesn’t live inside The Black City? Well someone has to and if me and my friends were banished to 'the heavens’, we’d move into the nice big castle there for us. The Inquisitor can patch up the hole in the sky all they like but I’m sure there’s still room to squeeze through.

Dragon Apocalypse: According to Yavana, the dragons have a queen. That implies some form of organisation. Centuries ago dragons were hunted nearly to extinction, then one appears out of the blue during the Fereldan Rebellion, and now suddenly there are thousands of High Dragons scattered all across Thedas? A little too rapid an expansion for me to believe it was entirely natural. Besides, what better finale storyline for a game called Dragon Age?


get to know me meme; 2/10 female characters: vanessa ives (penny dreadful)
“You’re not a woman of convention or you wouldn’t be here, but you like to pretend you are so people don’t notice you. But you sometimes like that as well and can dress to draw the eye. But then you think the men who look at you are fools, or worse, to be taken in by such an obvious outward show. So instead, you’re drawn to dark, complicated, impossible men, assuring your own unhappiness and isolation because, after all, you’re happiest alone. But not even then, because you can’t stop thinking about what you’ve lost, again for which you blame yourself. So the cycle goes on, the snake eating its own tail.”

Actually I really appreciate all the mp100 antagonists. They’re so varied in scale and character, the only common denominator is that most of them try very hard to better themselves after coming into contact with Mob. That’s so Nice compared to the vast majority of super hero fiction where the villains are just beaten into submission and that’s that.

I can’t think of any other story in the same kind of genre where a couple of former terrorists ending up as super market clerks and another going back to school after having been isolated from normal society for half his life is unironically celebrated as a great and admirable thing? And it’s never in a way where tragic backstories or difficult circumstances excuse their actions, but more of a general philosophy that it’s never too late to realize that you can be a better person. Maybe not a great person, but a better one.

That aside the antagonist lineup in this series sounds like an insane mess. I mean, look at this:

  • Dimple: An evil spirit wants to become a god and decides the best place to start is to form a cult and brainwash people into joining it. After Mob nearly exorcises him he tags onto the kid with an ulterior motive of manipulating or possessing him, but instead ends up becoming his friend (whoops)

  • Teruki: An egomaniacal 14 year old gang leader is so enraged when Mob dares suggest that he’s not as much of a special snowflake as he thinks he is that he nearly strangles him to death. After being obliterated by Mob’s autopilot death mode and general strength of character, he is so astonished by the boy that he IMMEDIATELY reforms himself like he found Jesus and the meaning of life.

  • Claw’s 7th branch: A branch of an esper terrorist group, led by a screechy little man who throws a temper tantrum when someone dares point out that he is a ridiculous, screechy little man. After a serious verbal smackdown from Reigen, most of the other espers come to terms with the fact that beating up children and terrorizing people weaker than themselves is pretty pathetic and cruel, and so they do their best to reintegrate into society.

  • Mogami and Minori: A relentless school bully is possessed by the world’s most bitter man and together they are the duo from hell. Well. There really is nothing funny or nice about this one. The world’s most bitter man learns nothing and Minori probably cries a lot.

  • Touichirou and the rest of Claw: The terrorists are back with their big boss who wants to take over the world in true super villain fashion. Everyone realizes he’s a huge jerk and band together to take him down. More ex-terrorists resolve to reintegrate into society as more wholesome people. One of them is a severely anxious mess who doesn’t have anywhere to go, so Mob and Reigen just kind of take him in. Just like that.

  • Broccoli/Psycho Helmet: Dimple reverts to his shady ways and manages to establish a pseudo-religion with the help of a giant, sentient broccoli (yep). The entire city ends up brainwashed and the broccoli goes rogue to protect itself from anyone trying to harm it. Dimple realizes he cares more about Mob than becoming a god and fucking dies saving the kid from death by large vegetable. Not cool.

  • Mob/???%: Mob’s autopilot death mode goes haywire after he is run down by a car. Everyone’s crying, nothing is fun. Why do you have to be like this, ONE :(
Cursed Child rant

Alright, Witches, Wizards, Muggles, and magical creatures big and small, hold onto your broomsticks because I’m about to tell you why I do not like Harry Potter and the Cursed Child nor accept it as canon. 

Spoilers ahead. Obviously. but c’mon who hasn’t read it or been spoiled by now Also, it got super long. 

Let’s start off by saying: it’s been months since I read it. If I get some things off a little, go ahead and tell me; I’ll edit the rant and correct it. If you just don’t agree with me… that’s great for you. Okay? We good? That’s all the disclaimer you’re getting. Moving on! 

Where do I begin? Um… Let’s recap shall we? 

It starts with Albus Severus Potter (who’s name I still cannot get over) meeting and becoming friends with Scorpius Malfoy. 

Okay. Great. We’ve all wanted that for years. No problem. 

We’ve also played with the idea of Albus in Slytherin for years. I have no problem with that either. 

What I do have problems with is the way Albus is treated after he is put in Slytherin. He’s the outcast of his family. He’s the “disappointing son”. After Harry’s canon “the bravest man I knew was Slytherin” speech (don’t get me started on Snape), I expected a bit better treatment of Slytherins. But Albus is Slytherin and looked at sideways by the entire cast, except Scorpius. This could easily become a rant about Slytherin’s and stereotypes and treatment, but I give enough of those already. 

My issues are mostly with Albus’ personality. Now, I didn’t write the character. He’s not mine. I don’t have the authority to tell anyone how he should be. All I can do is have headcanons. But “canon” Albus doesn’t exactly display a lot of Slytherin traits. Sure he sneaks around, but so does Harry, Ron, and Hermione and they’re all Gryffindor. If my memory serves me correctly, Albus goes to Slytherin because he basically thinks, “Well, the Gryffindors I know suck, let’s try Slytherin.”it’s been a while since I read it okay  

Albus is jaded by the time the plot picks up. He doesn’t like flying, isn’t that good at it or Quidditch (which honestly feels like they’re just trying to make him as unlike Harry as possible which I could handle if it wasn’t so badly written), and is basically convinced his life is horrible. (I’ll get into why a little later.) This kid shows no Slytherin traits that I remember. He hardly shows any traits really. I think it was the play format, but Albus becomes a stereotypical teenager who has daddy issues and doesn’t like his life. 

Scorpius I don’t really have a big problem with, besides it going against my personal headcanons. He at least shows a bit more Slytherin traits than jaded Albus. I feel like they were trying to break Slytherin stereotypes with him- which is great and all, but it almost makes me feel like that’s all Scorpius’ personality was. As if he was made to simply disrupt our preconceived ideas of what Slytherin is. I don’t like it. Stereotypes are something I can’t stand, but come on, people, don’t strip my house of what we actually are. 

Okay, moving on from Slytherin. 

Let’s take a step back from the new characters and visit the one’s we already know, we already love. Oh wait, they’ve been ripped to shreds. 

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Audrey didn’t self-evict after the complete mental breakdown she had.

Candice didn’t self-evict after suffering horrible racism from two bigots that actually made it further than her in the game.

Jen didn’t self-evict after being burnt with a cigarette.

Tiffany didn’t self-evict after being isolated by the house.

Paulie didn’t self-evict after being forced to bake a pie.

Elissa didn’t self-evict after Amanda terrorized her for hours.

The cast of BBOTT didn’t self-evict after living with Kryssie for 65 days.

Megan, these people had it harder than you did and you wimped out because of an argument that you caused because you were spreading mean lies about Jessica.

Bat Aunt: Part 8

Prompt: How Bruce Wayne’s life changes when a little sister is thrown into the mix

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard you right, can you repeat that?”

    “I adopted another child.”

    You close your eyes, brace yourself for the incoming headache, and let out a sigh, “That’s what I thought you said.” You plop down into your office chair. “I knew I shouldn’t have left you alone with Alfred. He’s always had a hard time saying no to you.”

    You watch as Bruce rolls his eyes, “He’s a kid, not a puppy. He was lifting the tires off the Batmobile. He’s entirely too thin, and he’s living on the street.”

    “How are he and Richard getting along?”

    Bruce smiles, “You know Dick. He’s always been great with kids. And now that he’s splitting his time between Gotham and the Titans… well, it just makes sense.”

    You log onto your computer, “Yeah. I saw the pictures of his new suit. Were the finger stripes his idea, or yours?”

    Bruce lets out a laugh, “Dick was born to be in the center ring.”

    “What’s his name?”

    “Jason. And I’m sure he would love to meet his wonderful Aunt Y/N.”

    You smile, “Well, of course he would. I’m amazing. Now tell me, do you plan on having him take the Robin mantle?”

    Bruce finally takes a seat, “He has what it takes, but I’m being cautious. The more training the better I think.”

    You smile, “I can’t help but agree. I’ll stay at the Manor while I’m in town, and get to know my new nephew.”

    Bruce leans back, “Does that mean, you might just knock off early?”

    You lean forward, “What are you up to, Bruce Wayne?”

    Your brother gives you an easy smile, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

    You roll your eyes, “You’ve been talking to Barry again, haven’t you?”

    Bruce doesn’t even bother pretending, “He says you’ve been pulling a lot of late nights.”

    “No more than usual.”    

    He groans, “Wasn’t the entire idea behind you moving to Central City and moving in with Barry, actually living with him? Having a life outside of work?”

    You shrug, and a moment of silence lapses between the two of you, “What’s going on, kid? Barry says you’ve been really distant lately. You’re pulling away from him, you barely return my calls, Dick says you’re answering emails with only one or two words, and you’re refusing Alfred’s face time.”

    You run your tongue over your teeth, “Bruce, I have a lot to do. I’ll try and stop by tonight.”

    Your brother scowls, “So, you’re going from staying at the Manor, to trying to stop by.” You don’t say anything, and he sighs, “Fine. I’ll talk to you later. If you pick up.” You wince as he walks out. You scrub your hands over your face before turning around to look at Gotham’s skyline.

    You’d been living in Central City for two years now. You’d been happier than you’d ever been before. But slowly, you’d found yourself homesick. You missed the manor and your family, and any reminder of them made you resent Barry just a tad. You knew he couldn’t leave Central City… but you missed your home.

    You get lost in the sight of your home. You watch as the daylight fades and the buildings slowly light up. You listen to the police sirens, and the faint sound of live music coming from the bars. Finally, the need to be on the streets overtakes you. You grab your coat and make your way out of the office.

    You find yourself sitting on a park bench. You watch the people walk by. You can’t help but smile. You feel at peace for the first time in months. Knowing what you have to do, you begin your walk back to the office. You’re passing an alley when you hear it. The grunts and groans of someone being beat up.

    It’s the flash of red that catches your eye. You turn and watch as the young boy searches through the pockets of the unconscious man on the street. You smile as you walk further down the alley, the click of your heels drawing his attention. “Now, I know my brother wouldn’t approve of this.”

    The boys scowls at you, “And your brother would be?”

    “Your mentor. Jason Todd, right?”

    His eyes go huge, and you motion with your head for him to follow you. He drops the wad of cash on top of the man’s chest before following you. You dig out a spare pair of clothes from the back of your car. One of Dick’s old outfits. He changes in the car while you wait outside.

    When he knocks twice on the window, you slip into the driver’s seat. He says nothing as you drive to your destination. You smile as you pull to a stop, and he follows you in. It’s been months since you’ve been in, but you’re greeted like it’s only been a day. You go to your usual booth, and Jason slides in across from you.

    You catch him staring at you, “If you have a question, I recommend asking it.”

    “Why didn’t you take me home?”

    “Because, I’m the cool aunt. That means bailing you out of bad situations and not telling my brother when you’re doing something stupid. That being said, you sneak out again, I’ll make sure you never make it into those tights again.”

    He scowls, “I’ve been training for two months. I’m ready.”

    You smile, “You’re over eager.”

    “Let me guess, Dick wasn’t?”

    You raise an eyebrow, “Dick had eight years of circus training to propel him forward. From the looks of it, you’re a small time thief.”

    He scowls, “This is part of being the cool aunt?”

    “This is me making sure my brother actually lets you out on the streets some day. He finds out about that stunt and you won’t even be allowed in the cave.” Silence lapses between you. You chat with Diane when she takes your orders.

When she’s gone, Jason asks, “Has he always been such a stick in the mud? Bruce, I mean.”

You stare at the boy, “He’s better now than when he was a kid. He kept himself very isolated after our parents died.”

“He was there, when they were killed?”

You nod, and he leans back in his seat. “He’s not all that bad. I mean he teaches me

some pretty cool things, and my new school is pretty cool.”

You smile, “You like school?”

He nods, “They offer a bunch of literature classes. It’s awesome.” And just like that you

watch the icy exterior melt away. Jason entertains you with stories from school. You don’t realize how late it is until Lew gives the signal to start cleaning up.

You drive Jason home, and give him your cell phone number. “Call me anytime you need it.”

He smiles, tosses out a “Thanks for the food, Aunt Y/N.” And runs inside. You pull away from your family home with ease. It takes a bit of time to get to the airport, and you’re on the next flight out.

You land in Central City at three a.m. and you nearly fall asleep on the ride home. Bone tired you open the door to the apartment and you freeze. You walk further in, to find a red blur zipping around the apartment.

It stops at the sight of you. Barry’s voice is soft, “Hey.”

You smile, “Hey.”

A moment of silence ticked by before Barry starts talking, “You’re homesick. I should have realized it sooner. It really was stupid of me. I mean your entire family is in Gotham, your company’s headquarters are there. You’re done setting up the satellite office here, you’ve been done for months, and to be honest I should have seen it earlier. You need a challenge, and Gotham provides that both professionally, and superhero wise. So I put in my notice at work, and Gotham PD has already taken me on. They were kind of desperate actually. And you own the apartment building, so we don’t have to worry about breaking the lease. I figure we could live at the manor for a few months, and we could get our own place close by, or maybe our own wing if you want to stay there. Wow that sounds weird … and I’m babbling. But Y/N I love you something fierce and I don’t want to lose you …”

By the time he’s done talking, he’s actually out of breath. You take the three steps needed to reach him, before throwing your arms around his neck, and kissing him. When you pull back you say, “This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me, but I don’t want you to give up everything for me.”

His voice is soft, “I’m not giving anything up. I don’t have much left here. Iris is married, and pregnant. Joe is getting ready to retire, Wally can more than handle the City, and to be completely honest I’d follow you to the ends of the Earth, because Y/N you’re my home.”

You kiss him again, long and slow, before pulling back and asking the question you’d intended all along, “Barry Allen, will you marry me?”

Think Outside the Lovesquare Day 1: Wrong Number AU

(Just a note to clarify, I elected to use bolded text to indicate Adrien’s texts and italicized text to indicate the person texting him.)

Hey, are you back in France yet?

Adrien stared down at his phone. He wasn’t entirely sure who was texting him, but he could only guess it was someone working for his father. Maybe Nathalie needed a new number and hadn’t had the chance to tell him yet. He shrugged and replied.

Just got back today. I should be home soon.

How’s work?

Adrien raised a brow. Nathalie had been with him until the last two days, so she already had a pretty clear idea on how most of the work had gone. Maybe she just wanted to know about the last shoot.

Fine. Everyone seemed pretty happy with it.

Cool. Are you free this weekend?

Adrien checked his schedule, a bit confused that Nathalie was asking him, instead of the other way around.

I should be, yeah.

After all, she’d promised him a few days off after the grueling three weeks of travel and photo shoots and media attention. His calendar was indeed free aside from a fencing lesson he’d chosen to keep.

Wanna meet up?

Now he knew something was wrong. Nathalie wouldn’t ask

Wait. Is this Nathalie?

What? No, this is Nino.

After a moment, the mystery person added on.

I sat behind you last year.

Adrien frowned. So, it wasn’t Nathalie after all. That didn’t explain who it was, however.

Sat behind me? Where?

In class. Remember?

Now it was beginning to make sense. Adrien flopped back onto his bed and stared up at the screen. It really should have been obvious. After all, Nathalie and Chloe were the only ones who texted him.

I think you have the wrong number.

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ENFP Females I’ve Met (by an INFJ)

I also have an “ENFP Males I’ve Met” post. I just decided to split ENFPs into two posts because I noticed some distinct differences between the two genders. 

What I noticed and observed about them: 

  1. They talk. A lot. I admire how they can talk about anything out of thin air–just to fill the awkward silence (or just for the very sake of talking). However, sometimes they just won’t stop talking. They tend to talk about a lot of different things at once, that even they forget why they were talking in the first place. It’s so amusing. (They’ll keep talking even though no one’s actively listening or paying attention to them). 
  2. If they aren’t talking, there is definitely something wrong. Sure they have their calm and quiet moments, (since they are known for getting drained quite easily for extroverts), but if their silence is accompanied with an emotionless face and cold vibes (totally different from their usual cheery disposition)–then that means they are not in the mood. This side of them will make you miss their loudness (or noisiness). 
  3. One ironic thing I observed about the two ENFP females I know are that they are not morning people. You would think that their sunny attitude would match the morning sun–but no. They are the moodiest and most negative people in the morning. It is just not the right time for them to shine (yet).   
  4. They are rarely on time. Pretty much a continuation on why they aren’t morning people. This is why an early class schedule (or them having to get ready for something early) makes things worse. Both of the ENFP females I know are constantly late to class (and would blame other things for it–such as traffic and other people). They don’t like admitting that they could have gotten out of bed earlier–and not have purposely ignored their alarm (or anyone who attempted waking them up). 
  5. However, if they are going out to see their friends or if they’re going to camp–or some other place where extroverts thrive in– then they will wake up even before the sun rises. Basically, if they’re motivated and excited, they will give their full-on effort. 
  6. They aren’t the most organized females. They prepare their things last-minute, misplace things in their own room, study right before taking their tests–yes, they live dangerously. But for some reason…they still manage to remain unstressed–which is why the same cycle goes on and on. 
  7. When they are in the mood, they are the most energetic, hyper, random, and upbeat people ever. They can easily brighten people’s day. Or well, overwhelm people with their happiness. 
  8. They are super inspiring people. They stand up for what they believe in–even if deep down they’d actually prefer peace and unity with everyone. They are the type of people who are constantly torn between doing what they want and what is right.
  9. I know that the both ENFP females I’ve met had tough childhoods. They were bullied badly for being different, had bad experiences with so-called “friends”, and were judged at a young age. They were pretty much misunderstood. 
  10. Growing up, they learned to embrace their uniqueness– and that’s why they are so good at being no one else but themselves. (I truly admire this about them–they are strong-willed people who know that the ones who don’t accept them aren’t worth their time). 
  11. They dress quirky and don’t mind looking weird or dorky. They are full of surprises. They don’t give a care about what’s “in or “out.” They will wear mismatched socks and a ‘ton of different patterns at the same time and feel like gold. 
  12. They make the corniest jokes (or memorize them) and have a whole portion of pick-up lines and memes in their brain. 
  13. They are so caring and cuddly and clingy. Even to people they had just met. Their actions are as expressive as their mouths.    
  14. They love helping people. They know exactly how it feels to be down, and they wouldn’t dare let others feel the same way. 
  15. They have several groups of friends, yet they still don’t exactly know who their true friends are. They are always on a quest on finding true friendship.
  16. They do get quiet, when they end up in a place where they feel surrounded and outnumbered by people who judge/have judged them. They feel threatened and are unable to hide it–at times. 
  17. They are emotional people. They cry after watching sad movies, happy movies, bad movies, good movies–or after finishing their favorite book. And they will always end up crying–even after reading/watching a really good book/movie a thousand times. 
  18. There are times when they would just isolate themselves– After all, outgoing people also have the urge to just laze around and be couch potatoes too. Reading books and manga, or watching Buzzfeed videos (or just random videos that don’t make sense)–are activities that they like to do during alone time (is what I noticed, at least).
  19. They don’t admit it when they need help. They do show it though. They keep complaining–yet when you offer help to them, they just give that “It’s okay” phrase. But well, they are strong enough to get through it on their own. 
  20. They can almost talk to anyone and everyone–as most extroverts can. But what makes them different is that they even have the ability to be completely civil around people who clearly dislike them.
  21. Despite being such a people-person, they rant a lot about the human race. Check their Twitter or just pay attention to what they’re saying.
  22. Their presence has a big impact. You will feel their mood, whether you want to or not. 
  23. The ENFP females I know are much more friend-oriented than family-oriented. Well–it’s because they get to choose their friends. And that’s completely understandable. 
  24. Making fun of them (such as the way they do things, wear things, or the way they talk) is a big no-no. They are sensitive people beneath their confident and lively exterior. They need as much light as they give us.

Well guys, what do you think? :)  Agree or disagree?

lostuntothisworld  asked:

a while back you recommended the movie Autopsy of Jane Doe and it was fantastic! Do you have any more horror movie recs that are psychological like that (with minimal jump scares preferably?)

omg yesssssssss, i sure as heck do. i looooooove recommending horror movies. kay, here we go, pychological, disturbing, and minimal jump scares: 

1. Get Out (2017) - this is a newer movie, and I’m sure you’ve heard about it (and maybe even seen it already). I finally got to see it in theaters and it was marvelous. Very tense horror, minimal jump scares. Definitely recommend it if you haven’t seen it yet. 

2. The Thing (1982) - this is probably my favorite horror movie, and one I will always, always recommend to people. It’s more sci-fi/horror, but horror none the less. This is a movie that feeds on uncertainty and tension, fueled by distrust and paranoia between the characters. (There was also a prequel to this movie made in 2011, and I certainly enjoyed that one as well, but it still couldn’t quite deliver the same chills and fear the 1982 version did.) 

3. They Look Like People (2015) - this is another one that I just watched recently. Probably one of the best that fits the category of psychological horror. It’s a bit slow to start, but develops into a story that will leave you tense, unsure, and unsettled. Plus, it’s probably the only horror movie I have ever seen that manages to highlight mental illness without demonizing it. 

4. As Above So Below (2014) - this is a movie that honestly, I was very skeptical about seeing. It’s a found footage movie (which I typically hate), and it got very poor reviews, but I wound up watching it on a whim one day and found myself enjoying it a lot more than I expected. It honestly is more of a adventure/horror film rather than a strict horror film - and the reviews might have been better, I think, if its marketing hadn’t painted it as a strict horror film. There are a few jump scares in there, but not a whole lot. Much the movie relies on claustrophobia, confusion, and mystery. It’s really an interesting look at a journey into hell. I greatly enjoy it, though your mileage may vary. 

5. Event Horizon (1997) - another sci-fi/horror film. A nightmarish movie about salvage/rescue crew that goes out to salvage a ship that vanished on its maiden voyage and reappeared 7 years later missing its entire crew. This movie deals well in suspense, fear, and our ultimate terror of what evils could lie beyond the unknown. 

6. The Descent (2005) - yet another movie I recommend to everyone. Set underground in an unknown cave system, and led by an all female cast, this movie is just full of anxiety, paranoia, claustrophobia, and unease. It’ll certainly make you never want to go caving. 

7. The Strangers (2008) - a great take on the classic home invasion/slasher film. It boasts a really creepy atmosphere, an isolated setting, and has moments of genuine, realistic anxiety and terror (even the small things, like trying to find somewhere to hide and realizing you can’t fit, etc…) I saw this movie with my best friend back when it first came out, and it’s still one of my favorites.

8. The Others (2001) - this is not your typical ghost story. Honestly this one is hard to describe because I don’t want to give too much away about the plot. In the last few days of World War II, a woman and her two children wait in isolation, after the mysterious disappearance of their servants, for her husband/their father to return from the war. It’s only in the isolation of the house that they begin to realize the house might not be as empty as they thought it was. Very, very unique take on a ghost story. The case is wonderful, and the pacing and setting of this movie creates wonderfully creepy, unsettling fear. 

9. The Witch (2016) - slow-burn horror and very setting specific, this one’s focus is on religious fear and the sexual stigmatization of girls and women. It’s slow-paced, but really great at building up a sense of unease and dread, and even the small things in it, like small rabbits in the wild, can make you feel unsettled. 

10. Black Swan (2010) - not strictly a horror movie, this one is heavily psychological, and I almost want to cast it as a thriller more than anything, but some of it truly does fall into the realm of psychological horror. Paranoia, obsession, and tension, this movie is chock-full of it. 

11. Funny Games (2007) - this one is actually a remake of a 1997 movie of the same name. I feel kind of bad, but I actually haven’t seen the original, but from what I hear, the two movies don’t differ much. This one is particularly unsettling because of its constant underlying feeling of authenticity. Much like The Strangers, this feels real, like it could happen to anyone, like its psychopaths could be anybody, any well-to-do strangers. It’s a long, sometimes unbearably frustrating game of physical and psychological torture; and the few moments of well-timed 4th wall breaking really up the frustration and distress. 

12. 1408 (2007) - based on a Stephen King story, this film heavily relies on psychological and anxiety-building elements to create its tension. Every thing that happens in this room makes you question what it will do next, what trick will it pull, what hopes will it dash. There’s not much else to say about this one exept that… “It’s an evil fucking room.” 

13. El Orfanato/The Orphanage (2007) - man this one is definitely a favorite of mine. Very unnerving and deeply emotional at the same time, this one is a very well-crafted and clever take on the haunted house/orphanage trope. It’s spooky, chilling, has some moments that will genuinely crawl under your skin (the 1-2-3 toca la pared scene always does it for me…), and features a wildly emotional ending. 

14. The Babadook (2014) - this one doesn’t rely on cheap scares at all, but still features some truly creepy and unnerving moments that left me on edge. But in addition to that, this movie is about so much more than a boogeyman lurking in the shadows. Heavily psychological, this movie delves deeply into how we process loss and deal with all-consuming grief. 

15. 28 Days Later (2002) - I probably don’t need to say much about this one. It’s a movie that most people have either seen or have at least heard of. But there’s a reason it’s consistently named one of the best zombie movies around. It deals with not only the horror of the zombies (and they certainly make that aspect scary on its own), but also the darkest aspects of the fall of society. We’re given a frighteningly grim look at the degradation of humanity and the darkest aspects of human nature as society falls apart. 

15 seems like enough! And hopefully you’ll like some of those!! :D 

(also, for those reading this, please watch Autopsy of Jane Doe (2016) cause it’s amazing)

Great Minds Think Alike (Riverdale - Jughead x OC)

Pairing : Jughead x OC

Synopsis : A new girl arrives in town around the time of Jason Blossom’s accident. That alone makes her suspicious and unlikeable to most people. Jughead has every reason to investigate on her, the timing is too perfect, right? And it has nothing to do with the young girl’s odd yet charming way of always seeming to find her way back to him, no matter the situation.  

Word Count : 2k


>>> Part 2

The first time Iris entered the small town of Riverdale, she thought she had just stumbled upon the most boring place on earth and gave a desperate look to her dad as soon as she saw the ridiculously low number of people who lived here under the Welcome to Riverdale sign.

A great deal of arguing happened when her parents broke the news to her that they were getting a divorce and then ensued a fight about who Iris would live with. The choice ended up being a practical one: after selling their house, her mom moved to a small apartment in Chicago, and her dad decided to go back to his hometown, in his childhood house. A house big enough for Iris to live in with him, big enough for her to keep sulking about being torn away from her life and friends and to keep avoiding her dad to silently punish him for destroying her life.

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consider: robbie’s touch-starved as hell but has no clue how to ask for physical affection

also consider: after literal years of isolation he simultaneously craves to be touched so bad and shies away from it. sport pets his hair once and he spends weeks wondering if he wants it to happen again or not

(he works off some frustration by tackling sport in a full-body koala hug. it’s a villanous plan to stop him from moving, shut your mouth)

Now It's Three In The Morning

She calls him up for a good time but something’s wrong. //loosely inspired by “why’d you only call me when you’re high” by arctic monkeys. fluffy, not smutty sorry. i was in my feels. 

Harry’s phone rang as soon as his eyes shut. After a long day, he had finally found himself in the comfort his own lonliness in his isolated flat. After a glass of wine and some day old spaghetti, and the possibility of his hand sneaking into his pants, he called it a night and headed upstairs to his room.

He often found himself drowning in loneliness not because he didn’t have an abundance of friends or because his art work wasn’t getting recognition. Quite the contrast actually; he was becoming well known in the industry and his company was proud of his achievements, and adding in his family support, he was the most grateful man there was.

Of course Harry’s main concern was his career, however when the nights were as peaceful and sleep inducing as this one, he yearned to roll around and meet the love of his life who willingly allowed him to cuddle into her warmth under her arm while he played absentmindedly with her hair, muttering sweet phrases against her neck.

Harry hadn’t had a proper girl under his wing in a few months, on the other hand, he was amazing at falling in love without a care in the world with the next girl he saw at every bar or club.

Just as his eyelids drooped, the annoying shrill of his phone permeated the silent room. To make his hectic life easier, he had assigned a different ringtone for every caller and usually, he ignored the typical three beeping one. However, this ring was different, one he looked forward to. The girl hadn’t called him recently and the thought of him not being able to please her was always in the back of his mind.

“‘Ello?” he tried not to make his words sound slurred with sleep.

Hey Harry. Did I wake you up?” Her sweet little voice whispered.

He rubbed his eyes with one hand and shook his head. “No no, love. How are yeh?”

Harry knew she didn’t want to have a proper conversation with him. She knew he didn’t really care how he was, or at least that’s what she thought. And he definitely knew she was never in the mood to be questioned about her well being or her parent’s. She only wanted one thing from him and that didn’t require words.

I’m fine,” she breathed. “Where are you right now?

“Home, love.”

A pause. “Could I, um—,” she stuttered, finding the best words to say: I need you to fuck me, please, I want to come over.

“It’s a li’l late, don’t yeh think?” he suddenly remembered, in an attempt to relieve the ache in his sweatpants.

Yeah, fuck, I know it’s late. It’s almost 3 I think..really need it, please Harry?” She whined and for a moment, Harry thought she was crying. Her voice was nasally in the worst way and voice quivering. Either that, or she was extremely needy in her skin.

“Do yeh ‘ave work tomorrow?” he sighed, scratching the back of his neck. The last time she had work in the morning was a mess.

No! No, I don’t Harry and it’s snowing so I don’t think I’ll have work the day after tomorrow either.”

Harry wasn’t the type to be easily manipulated but her voice always caused a great deal of harm to him, particularly the mess in his pants. With a couple of more pleading suggestions from her mouth and offers, he gave into her offer and allowed her to come to his flat. He made sure to remind her to drive safely, he didn’t know if she was high or drunk or sober, because the roads were becoming quite icy as the temperature continuously dropped.

Harry didn’t bother rushing to tidy up his house because they’d been through his before. She was just going to trudge upstairs to his room and watch him remove his clothing was she mimicked his actions.

When she finally arrived at his doorstep, Harry allowed her to enter his home without getting a proper look at her face. “Hey.”

“Hi. Sorry to bother you,” she cracked a smile and glanced up at him to make sure he wasn’t perturbed. To her relief, there was a smile on his face also, and an arm extended towards her. She graciously accepted his tight hug and continued to his bedroom.

“Not a bother at all,” he assured her, walking behind her. He took her coat and carelessly draped it over his couch as he walked by it.

“Your room so looks nice,” she exclaimed as she walked into the dimly lit room. Harry had recently hung up a couple of his favorite paintings and redecorated the furniture. He was quite proud of the result also. She landed on his bed on her back, arms stretched like an eagle. “Got a bigger bed too!”

Harry chuckled and nodded, taking it upon himself to straddling her waist, leaning down. The mischief in her eyes heightened as he placed a fake pout on his face. She loved it when he was playful. “Yeh like it?”

She gazed up at him with a small smirk, latching her hands around his neck, allowing her eyes to watch him carefully. “I like it very much.”

She pushed up and grazed her lips over his. Her tongue outlined the edges of his lips slowly, relishing in the taste of his skin. She murmured, “I would love something else too.”

His fingers dig into the skin of her waist. “And what’s that, hmm?”

She dragged her lips across her jaw to her ear where she promptly suckled on his earlobe. “I would love it..if you fucked me.”

A low moan fell from the man’s lips, unable to take it any longer, pressing his lips to hers in a frenzy, sucking harshly on her bottom lip. Her sweetness was driving Harry insane, breaking him apart by the seams of his sweatpants, threatening to tear him down. It would only be so long until he was pressing her hips into the mattress while he pounded into her to relieve any stress he had building up in his chest from the last time they met up. She tasted faintly of red wine and Harry wanted to suck on her tongue, but he had to release her before he let his lust get a hold of him.

“Harry,” she gasped as one of his veiny hand wrapped around her neck, holding her in place as he peppered rough kisses to her neck. His tongue swiped over her salty skin, preparing for a bite.

While Harry was in the process of bruising her delicious skin, basking in her moans, he hadn’t realized her legs had wrapped themselves around her waist. Her limbs held him down against her and it was enough for Harry to draw back and prove his dominance.

“Take these off, now,” he growled, fumbling with her belt buckle.

Hastily, she pushed him away and undid the buckle, handing the belt to Harry who discarded it by the foot of the bed. She loved when he became rough with her. His long fingers unbuttoned her jeans and quickly dragged them down her legs, throwing them in an aimless direction across his bedroom.

His shirt followed, adding onto the pile, and her nails raked down his exposed torso, feverishly pressing kisses to the tattooed area, letting herself get a taste of him once more. “Such a good girl,” he cooed softly, throwing his head back as she trailed her kisses farther up his neck and jaw.

Finally, she reached his lips and pressed one heavy kiss to his swollen mouth, suddenly torn away from him.

“Harry!” she whined when he thrust her back into the mattress, taking a quick moment to walk into his shared bathroom.

“Minute, love. Need a rubber,” he called back, breathing heavily. His eyes caught onto a box of condoms he had recently purchased, thankfully.

He came back and saw her sit up in his bed, arms crossed against her chest. She watched him quietly untie his sweats and push them down his legs, grasping the bulge in his boxers with one hand. He didn’t roll the rubber on immediately, choosing to sit by her.

She didn’t latch onto him the way he expected, instead opting to continue watching the way his tattooed jumped every time he inhaled sharply. Her finger absentmindedly traced his sparrows and the small freckles that littered on his skin.

“Y'alright?” he muttered, brushing her bangs off her forehead with his pinky.

She nodded and removed her hands from him. She pointed at the rubber sitting adjacent from her. “You’re gonna put that on right?”

He blinked. “Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I?”

She just nodded and rose to her knees, sliding her hands back into his hair. She found herself in his lap, caressing his lips with hers while his large hands pressed her closer to his crotch. With a roll of her hips, she had him a panting mess underneath her, something that made her smile.

“So beautiful,“ he murmured, cupping her cheeks.

She hesitant with the next kiss. His dominant lips overpowered and she allowed herself to be kissed feverishly. Then, she drew back from him, choosing to sit back on his bare thighs and tilt her head questioningly at her. “What?”

He opened his eyes and frowned. “What?”

“You just said something,” she pressed, dropping her hands into her lap, nervously wringing them.

“I called yeh beautiful?”

She slowly nodded, a pout settling on her own lips. The dampness between her legs was impossible to ignore at this point but his words were confusing to her.


He seemed bewildered and couldn’t believe what she just asked him. Quite frankly, she felt stupid for asking too, regretting it.

“Why can’t I say tha’?”

“Because we’re just sleeping together.”

He nodded and removing his hands from her waist, leaning back on his arms. “I’m aware.”

“So you can’t say stuff like that!”

“I said yer beautiful not that I’m in love with yeh,” he snorted, rolling his eyes. She felt a pang of hurt strike her heart. He seemed annoyed and probably didn’t want her to stay any longer. She seemed to have that kind of affect on her friends lately. Nobody wanted her to stay.

“You’re right, sorry, sorry,” she sighed, bringing herself closer to him. Her fingers tangled in his curls again, shifting him closer until their lips touched.

She was distracted. Far more than she usually was and Harry could feel it in her kisses. It was almost as if she wanted to ask if she could kiss him or slither her tongue back into his mouth, the way she was doing moments prior to the abrupt statement.

So he pulled away from her and sighed. “What’s wrong?”

She hummed in confusion. “Nothing. Why?”

“You just seen a little… off today,” he clarified.

The light in her eyes slowly dimmed into a dull speck. Her hands were still pressed worriedly under her shirt, toying with the fabric. “I’m okay, Harry,” she breathed, pressing her forehead against his. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Then nothing’s wrong. Kiss me, please.”

“Alright..” he still seemed a little apprehensive but pressed his lips to hers once more before laying her down.

He grasped her wrists in one hand and locked them above her head, using his other hand to push her shirt up her torso. His lips continued to assault the already forming angry bruises, grinning to himself at how he easily was able to get her squirming underneath him. Her t-shirt lay besides her head, and he began to search behind her back for the clasp of her bra.

“No don’t,” she breathed when his fingers found the metal. He should have been disturbed by her constant talking. He hated when his girls interrupted him. All he wanted was to show her a good time.

“Hm?” he hummed, biting down on her skin. She tasted so damn good, he could stay like this all day.

“Don’t take it off,” she said far more clearly now.

“I always take—” he began but was cut off by the trembling girl.

“Well, not this time.”

His heart sank slowly as she spoke. The best part of being with her in particular was her beautiful figure. he wanted to object and question further but instead, he sighed and nodded, muttering, “That’s alright. No problem.”

His fingers picked up on the small foil, using his teeth to rip the flimsy paper open. One of his hands was still around her wrists, holding her down.

“Harry,” she said, attempting to break free from the bond. He glanced down at her to show he was listening.

“I wanna put my shirt back on,” she whispered so quietly it was hardly audible for Harry but he released her hands as soon as she spoke.

“Yeh want to leave?”

She shook her head and quickly sat up, throwing her shirt back over her head. “No no, just wanted to keep my shirt on. It’s a little cold.”

Harry didn’t bother reminding her that he always kept his flat a comfortable temperature during the winter but he didn’t think she wanted to listen to it. When she was done adjusting the cotton shirt, she looked up at him expectantly.

He simply knitted his brows together. “What’s goin’ on? And don’t say there’s nothin’ because I know there is. I think I know yeh well enough to be able to tell when yer upset.”

Her face visibly fell. “Nothing is wrong Harry, I’m telling you. I just want to keep it on.”

“Did someone say anything to you?” he insisted, releasing any part of her body he was touching and settled back on his heels. The movement caused panic to arise in the girl’s eyes.

“No! Nobody said anything. It’s just a little late and I’m tired and I really—”

“Shouldn’t you be at home then?”

“Harry, no I wanted to be here—”


“Because I wanted you and you said I could—”

“Are you upset at me? ‘Cause I know I haven’t called yeh in weeks.”

“Stop interrupting me!” she suddenly yelled causing the man in front of her to flinch. His jaw clenched.

“Don’t raise your voice at me.”

The girl felt extremely small but apologetic too. She was taking her anger and stress on an innocent man, dragging him into the mess. Why the hell was she yelling anyways? It wasn’t his fault she fucked up numerous times. But she couldn’t control her whirlwind of emotions right now, no, she needed a scapegoat and Harry seemed more than appealing.

“Sorry!” she exclaimed quietly, defeated. She dropped her head to her chest so he couldn’t catch her quivering lip. “No, I’m not upset at you. I have no reason to be.”

“Then why are yeh bein’ so weird?”

“Harry, all I want is to be here right now alright? What’s so bad about that?!”

Her voice was thick with emotion. Harry hadn’t noticed her eyes welling with tears but he caught the first drop that began traveling down her cheek.


“If you don’t want me here, you could tell me to leave and I will. I won’t force you to—”

“I never said I wanted you to leave!“ 

“Well you’re not going to do anything with me now!”

“What are you going on about?” he sighed, rubbing his temples.

“I’ve ruined it. You don’t want to sleep with me anymore, right? Why did you keep fucking asking what was wrong, I was fine before! You’re so stupid sometimes, H!”

It was so wrong. It wasn’t his fault.

“I don’t even know what I did!” he exclaimed in a pit of confusion. His head was starting to throb at the banter. She suddenly wrapped her arms around her shoulders and shifted away from the man.

“Look what you’ve done!” she cried, covering her face with her hands, knees pressed to her chest defensively. Her soft cries were enough to tug at Harry’s heart, a frown still etched on his features. He was wary to touch her, still confused and cautious.

“What did I do? I don’t understand. I’m not telling yeh to go home,” he said slowly. “I merely was asking what happened.”

Her voice was muffled. “I didn’t say anything was wrong and you’re not supposed to ask me what’s wrong! All I wanted was to be here.”

“And yer here now, poppet. Why can’t we continue?”

“Because I ruined the mood.”

“What? No yeh didn’t. We could still do it, if yeh want.”

Her small head raised and she peered at him through her lashes. “I don’t want to anymore.”

Frustration was building up in his chest but he refused to show it. “Well, alri’.”

She knew he was disappointed but she couldn’t halt her crying. Every emotion she had felt this past week was coming back to bite her in the butt and she couldn’t do anything. She wanted to say it wasn’t his fault but she didn’t have the voice to anymore. He walked around his bed and placed the articles of clothing back on his body while she watched him. Her jeans were carefully placed besides her and Harry threw the open condom in the trash.

“Sorry,” she whispered.

“Don’t be sorry, love. Nothing to apologize for,” he muttered and he sounded agitated. Her suspicions were refuted when he rubbed her back softly once he sat back next to her, smoothing the ends of her soft hair.

There is,” she hiccuped. “I woke you up.”

“I told yeh already. Yeh didn’t wake me up. I had just finished work.”

“You were tired and I made you let me come here for no reason!” she ignored his statement and more tears slide down her jaw. He hadn’t noticed before but being this close to her made him notice that her eyes were already puffy and lips bitten raw. She wasn’t only crying because of Harry’s discomfort or how she couldn’t relieve his ache.

“But that’s not it is it? There’s somethin’ else.”

Her head softly hit her knees, still sniffling. “Nothin’ else.”

His hand bunched in her hair, tugging lightly at her roots to encourage her to look up at him. He hated not seeing her eyes and being able to read her every emotion. “Love…tell me, please? At least lemme try to help.”

She continued crying, Harry’s hand slipping out of her hair in defeat. “Yeh want me to make yeh some tea?”

“No,” she whispered.

“Well if yeh don’t want to talk to me…”

“I messed everything up and I keep messing it up,” she blurted suddenly. “Ruined everything this week, can’t do anything right anymore!”

If it was possible, the girl’s body because racking with heavier sobs and muffled cries. Harry’s hand only rubbed her back more gingerly, sighing softly as he finally collected her in his arms, rocking her slowly against his chest.

“That’s what it is then? Bad week?“He was secretly relieved that it wasn’t something worse.

"I used be able to make friends so easily and I can’t do that. I’m not even good at my job. My mummy hasn’t called me in weeks and you’re the only person who’s bothering with me right now,” she whimpered. “And now you’re my therapist.”

He let out a chuckle at that last statement. “I’ll be yer booty call and ya therapist. Nothin’ wrong with tha’.”

She raised her head, face contorted with sadness and wet lashes. "You’re more than that, Harry.”

Harry didn’t think he had it in him, but he held himself back from wiping her tear stained face and pressing his lips heavily to her mouth. “Yeah?”

She nodded. “You’re my friend.” then she added with a little panic in her voice. “Right?”

Harry admitted he didn’t know her much besides the fact that she had a sweet little moaning voice and her body could do wonders. He knew that she had a warm mouth and a pleasuring remainder of her body. If that’s what defined a friend, then that made her dictionary quite flawed. Her huge eyes kept staring at him until he reassured her. “Of course I’m yer friend!”

Her features visibly relaxed. “Good.”

“Yeah, poppet, and yeh don’t need to be upset. I wasn’t that tired and yeh didn’t wake me. In fact, I haven’t got a work day tomorrow.”

The girl’s hands inched towards the waist of her jeans. She toyed with the silver button and zipper. “I don’t have work either.”

“Yeh told me.”

Oh.” She quietly played with the button while her tears dried on the apple of her cheeks. She didn’t continue so Harry spoke.

“Tell me about yer week.”

She let out a long sighed and sagged her shoulders. Her fingers relaxed and were drawn back into her lap. She seemed to battle with her feelings as to whether or not she should place her burdens on Harry’s shoulders but he seemed more than willing to lend her an ear so she opened her mouth. One glance into Harry’s light green orbs made her realize that he was going to get it out of her no matter how painfully boring it was. She liked that about Harry.

“I met a guy.”

Ouch. That shouldn’t have hurt as much as it did for Harry who’s mind was already reeling with images of the beautiful girl in front of her with another man, holding his hand, kissing him, being in love with him. “Oh?” he tried to appear nonchalant. “What’s wrong with him? Is the package small?” he joked, playfully rubbing at his clothed dick. 

“I never got to know. I went on a couple dates with him a few weeks back. He was nice. But,” she took a deep breath, “he made me feel a little weird. He said I didn’t look like a writer but more like, and I quote, ”those girls who probably cheat on their men with friends with benefits.’“ and I got really angry.”

Harry blinked in disbelief. "That’s what yeh call nice? I’m a bloody saint then.”

She ran a frantic hand through her hair. “No! He was so nice and charming and he was so good with words. But then he suddenly said that and I got up to leave from the restaurant and he began yelling things at me.”

Her voice cracked at the end of the sentence, eyes welling up again. Harry’s hands itched to cup her cheeks but he held himself down again. It was too unnatural.

“What kind of things?”

“Just stuff about how I looked. How my body couldn’t possibly be worth his time and that my personality was boring and that I dressed like a cheap whore. Nobody even said anything to him!” she blubbered, using her hands to gesture around her to pitifully prove how much it hurt her. Harry briefly remembered a time where he was in bed drunk with her and she had painfully admitted to him that she despised her body and thought it was crazy how Harry kissed on her. He had told her she shouldn’t worry about it and he didn’t think she was being serious until now.

She didn’t let him say anything, continuing: “He said I didn’t have an alluring body and that I probably didn’t write good and that I would probably sleep with anyone I met.”

“Love,” Harry cut in, shaking his head. He couldn’t resist cupping her cheeks between his palms, drawing her in closer. “None of that is true. Yeh do write amazing and yer body is so fuckin’ beautiful. Yeh had my attention the moment I saw yeh.”

She didn’t reply, wringing her hands again, glancing around the room anxiously, her breathing shallow and labored. “Yeah?”

“Yes, fuck, of course love. He was so bloody wrong, so so wrong. Yer so much better than all that.”

“Even though I slept with you the night I met you,” she muttered.

He sighed. “But look at us now. We’re friends now. That wasn’t going to happen with him. And yeh trust me, don’t yeh love? It’s different for us.”

She looked like she believed every word but Harry couldn’t be sure so he continued verbalizing his frustration. “And yeh don’t need to be insecure with y’body. I’ve told yeh, y’have the most fuckin’ sexy figure. Isn’t that enough?”

“It is,” she pouted and Harry had to kiss that red mouth. Thankfully, it started moving again.

“My company also called me yesterday and said the editor mentioned my work wasn’t really on par and that I rewrite a couple scenes but they ruin all my hard work and they don’t see it!”

“Yeh can tell them to fuck off and do whatever yeh want. And send me a copy ‘cause I want to read that shit,” he grinned, running his thumbs through her wet lashes.

“Harry,” she whined, letting her head drop to his shoulder. His palms began rubbing her back again.

“Would love to read it, that’s all.”

She didn’t say anything for a while. She simply inhaled his musk, eyes fluttering shut. Now that she was a deflated balloon with no emotion left to spill, she felt at ease, extremely calm. A couple minutes later, Harry felt of pair of lips at his neck. “Thank you.”

“None o’ that love. We’re friends remember?”

He felt her lips curve upwards as she nodded. “That’s why I’m thanking you. You’re my only friend.”

They stayed like that for some time, leaning against each other and Harry was sure she was asleep until she sneezed softly into his chest, muttering an apology. It suddenly hit Harry that the night had made the girl has lonely as him. They were both the victims.

His hand was still scratching at her scalp, small moans of approval began falling from her swollen lips. She had also mentioned to him when she was drunk that she loved when people played with her hair and who was he to deny her of such simple happiness. His fingers were locked in her strands, happily tugging away, earning groaned from the girl. “’M gonna fall in love with if you keep doing that,” she had once claimed and Harry only continued the movements with a smirk on his face.

“Hey,” he began suddenly, glancing down at her.

“Hi,” she replied sleepily.

“You didn’t really come over to sleep with me right?”

She chuckled and tilted her head to gaze up at him. Her eyes were dripping with sleep which Harry found adorable, but didn’t say anything.

“Actually, my only reason to come here was to fuck you.”


“Not very cute, sorry.”

“Do you still want to?”

Her eyes averted to the alarm clock resting on his side table. 4:03. “Reckon it’s a little late now. I’m sleepy.”

“Later then,” he said cheekily before drawing his covers back. “Lay down, love.”

She yawned and shook her head. “I’ll go home, don’t worry.”

“Oh I’m not worryin’ love, I’m pretty well aware that you cannot drive in a blizzard.”

“What?!” Her head raised long enough for her fingers to tug back Harry’s dark curtains behind his bed post to peer through at the empty street. Sure enough, snow blanketed the streets, not a trace of car tracks anywhere. “I didn’t even—”

“So lay down. Unless yeh want tea.”

She laughed softly. “Don’t want your damn tea.”

He only shrugged and removed his shirt once more, ignoring her look. “Yer loss. I can make a pretty mean pot of jasmine tea.”

He slid into the space next to her under the sheets, a small grin on his face, dimples proudly displayed. His eyes fluttered closed but he still felt her eyes on him.

“You’re sleeping with me?” she gasped.

“I’m expecting yer mouth around m’cock when I wake up, so yes.”

His smile only widened when he heard her small giggle and her body shift under the covers. “Thank you for letting me stay.”

He nodded, popping one eye open. “Say “thank you” once more and I’ll bend yeh over the counter tomorrow morning.”

“Thank you for everything Harry!” she was quick to yell, another giggle falling from her lips.

“That’s my girl.”

The girl watched Harry fall asleep besides her with fascination. Usually she fell asleep before the man because of how tired he would make her body. She suddenly wished she had always been the last to dive into the deep sea of slumber. Harry didn’t move, already knocked out. She simply sighed and closed her own eyes.