he beats himself up

I have to tell you something - Jeff Atkins

Request: If you are comfortable with this can you do an imagine where Bryce rapes the reader and Jeff (her boyfriend) wasn’t there to save her and he beats himself up for it? 💙If not I understand

A/N: Before you start reading this I would like to say please don’t be too hard on me, I tried to put all my emotions into this and tried to give you a story as good as possible. I really cried writing this. Sorry if it’s not what you expected or wanted but I couldn’t do better. 

Word count: 1468

All you wanted was to take a nap because you couldn’t walk straight anymore. Just a nap. But now you were sitting in the corner of the dark room where you became someone else, you became a victim. You were numb, you couldn’t even cry. You knew you were drunk but you experienced every single second of it. You started to question yourself. Did you say no enough? Did you send some wrong signals? But you couldn’t find an answer, this was not your fault. You didn’t deserve this. Why did you drink so much, otherwise you could have fought back. You were staring at the bed. The sheets were wrinkled because of the movements he made on you. You felt disgusted and dirty with the thought that there was still something left of him on you. You missed Jeff, all you wanted right now was for him to take you in his arms and let you cry as long as you needed without asking questions.

With all your power you got up and started to stumble down, your shoes in your hands. Without getting noticed you walked out the door and went straight home where you showered for 2 hours and scrubbed your body multiple times. But the feeling of dirt didn’t go away.

_

It’s been two weeks since the party. You were still numbed and not ready to go to school. All day you lay on your bed staring at the ceiling, replaying what happened that night over and over again. As much as you wanted to tell your parents or tell Jeff, you couldn’t. They would look at you differently. You kept faking a headache but you were sure your parents knew something more was going on. Jeff past by a couple times, he brought ice cream to make you feel better but you weren’t hungry. All you did was cry in his arms when he came. He was really concerned about you so after the first two times you cried your eyes out without saying 5 words he started to come daily, just to be there for you. He also texted you every morning letting you know he loved you and he would always be there for you. You weren’t able to talk so when he came over he always talked about what happened at school to keep you updated. You knew he tried to take your mind of whatever you were going through not knowing he dropped the name of the person who made you like this, your rapist,  a couple times. Jeff was a really good guy, he always took care of you and he didn’t push you or ran away when you were at your lowest. But you were scared for his reaction. You were scared he wouldn’t believe you and leave you or something like that.

_

Another week went by and Jeff was cuddling with you on your bed. This was the first time since he started to visit daily that you weren’t crying. You decided a couple days ago you were going to tell Jeff what happened and since you were so calm right now you thought this would be a good time.

“Jeff..” you said whit a shivering voice. Jeff shook up because it had been 3 weeks since you let a word out. He knew that something was coming, what he didn’t know is how wrecked he was going to be after.

“Yes baby, what’s up?”

“I have to tell you something..” and with that you replayed the scene once again but this time out loud what made it even harder.

“.. and that’s why I’ve been like this.”

Jeff’s eyes started to fill with tears while he takes you in his arms and holds you thight.

“I’m so sorry y/n, I should have been there for you. I should have protected you.” Jeff said while tears were streaming down his face. You could see he was blaming himself for all this.

“No no no Jeff this is not your fault, the only one to blame is Bryce himself.” This was the first time you called him by his name, not ‘him’ or ‘somebody’.

Jeff looked up. “Bryce?”

You felt a lump in your throat. You regretted telling this already. You saw Jeff clenching his fist. He stood up and started to pace up and down your room.

“Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?” Jeff asked

You just looked at him with your red puffy eyes. Your shoulders hanging to the floor.  You regretted telling him already. Jeff always wanted to protect you no matter what and in his mind he failed the moment he left the party before you.

*Jeff’s POV

I failed, y/n is the one person I care about the most and I let her down. How could I be so stupid to leave her at the party while I saw she was drunk. I should’ve stayed I should have taken her home. How could I be so stupid. I’ll never forgive myself for this. Y/N is the best thing I’ve ever had in my life. The only thing I can do to make this right is never let her down again. I just can’t let her down another time.

*3 weeks later  ( back y/n pov)

Since you told Jeff you started to feel better again. Jeff took you to your secret spot and talked with you for hours about how much you were worth and how beautiful you were. He did everything to make you feel happy again. You even smiled again sometimes. The first time you smiled again Jeff almost started to cry. He saw the old you was slowly coming back and he couldn’t help but get emotional about is. What on planet earth made you deserve someone like Jeff you asked yourself multiple times. You never thought someone could love you so much, you never thought you could be loved like that.

It was a Friday evening and Jeff went to a party to celebrate their win with the baseball team. He asked you 10 times if it was okay but you wouldn’t want to make Jeff a prisoner so you said he had to go. The only thing  you asked him was to stay calm around Bryce, again. You asked him every day, you knew it was hard for him but the last thing you wanted was for the school to starts rumours or to find out about what happened. Every day when Jeff came to your house he asked you again why he should stay calm. All he wanted was to punch Bryce but he held it inside, just for you.

You were watching a movie when suddenly your phone rang. It was an unknown number.

“y/n? it’s Justin I got your number from Jess, you have to come and pick up Jeff right now, he drank too much and went crazy on Bryce. Come please? Bryce already went home so I think he’s calm but just come please.”

“What? Now? Where is it?”

“At Mont’s place.”

You put on some pants and ran to your car. Even tho you wouldn’t want to face Bryce, you had to make sure Jeff was safe. You arrived at Montgomery’s place and ran to the backyard immediately. You saw you boyfriend hanging in a chair. His fists were bleeding. You walked up to him a kneeled down in front of him.

“Jeff?”

“y/n? You’re here? Why?”

“Justin called me I had to pick you up, he said you went crazy on Bryce?”

“He deserved it, I really tried to stay calm babe really but he came up to me and started to make some sick jokes about how fit you were. I couldn’t help it anymore. Please don’t be mad I just..”

“I’m not mad Jeff, I just want you to be safe. Let’s talk about it tomorrow I think you you could use some sleep” You said while standing up and giving Jeff a shoulder to lean on.

While stumbling to the car Jeff suddenly says:

“We’ll get through this y/n, I promise.” And for the first time you believed his words. With Jeff by your side you really believed you had a chance to get through this.

Let me know what you think and thanks for reading xxx

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all the blackwatch McCree and Genji things made me curious about what Hanzo would be wearing during that time so I made my own, have a mercenary Hanzo *throws confetti*

Who you should fight: Critical Role cast

Matthew Mercer: you can fight Matthew Mercer. The man is incredibly intelligent but he’s not especially buff. He might surprise you though, lanky people can be wily fighters. It would be an interesting fight regardless of who won or lost. He’d probably thank you for being a fan and help you to your feet if he defeated you. You can fight Matthew Mercer. 

Marisha Ray: Do not fight Marisha Ray! Not only does she know actual marital arts, she used to be part of something called Fight Club where they used melee weapons. Dangerous with her fists or weapons. Do not fight Marisha Ray. (Also if you fight Marisha Ray I will find you and then *I* will fight you because she has enough jackasses being rude to her, and that needs to stop.)

Liam O’Brien: first you would have to catch him. The man runs 10 miles every day for fun so … good fucking luck. Even if you do catch him why would you want to fight him oh my god leave Liam O’Brien alone! (Also if you did fight him, you’d then have to defeat the combined rage of Sam, Laura, me, and half the fanbase charging to his defense.) You can fight Liam O’Brien but at what cost

Taliesin Jaffe: you can fight Taliesin Jaffe. You shouldn’t, but you can. He has the power of Luck Manipulation granted to him by mysterious dark forces. Before you can blink, he’ll have defeated you, probably using something obscure from history. You can fight Taliesin Jaffe, but he’s going to win. 

Laura Bailey: you can fight Laura Bailey but you will lose. Either she’ll take you out at the knees right away, or she’ll wink at you and you’ll fight yourself for her honor. Have you seen Laura Bailey she’s so cool and charming and amazing. You can fight Laura Bailey but you’ll lose. And you’ll deserve to lose, because how dare you.

Sam Riegel: you should absolutely fight Sam Riegel. Anytime, anywhere. Fight him in a Denny’s Parking lot, a grocery store, an arena. Fight this man. Win, lose, who cares? You must fight him

Travis Willingham: you can fight Travis Willingham. If you’re buff he’ll fight you fair. If you’re smol and fierce he might be a little flustered. If you’re weak he’ll probably let you get in one hit before putting his hand on your forehead and keeping you at arm’s length until you wear yourself out. But he’d be nice about it. You can fight Travis Willingham. (Please note if you hurt him, you’ll have to answer to Laura Bailey, and that will not end well … for you.)

Brian Foster: you can fight Brian Foster. I’m pretty sure you’d win too. He self-deprecates so much, he might fight and defeat himself before you could even get to him. You can fight Brian Foster. (But like, maybe you shouldn’t. He beats himself up on the internet enough as it is.) 

Ashley Johnson: no. How dare you even think about fighting Ashley Johnson. Go sit in the corner and think about what you’ve done. 

There’s a line from the episode that pierces right through my soul and is delivered so on point. “You paid attention to me.” Because that’s all Jughead craves; the attention. The feeling that somebody is out there looking out for him, caring about him, knowing that he does exist. He’s been invisible all his life; by his parents, his peers, the girl he always loved. And the day comes that one of the most important people in his life, his father, finally sees him, actually sees the real him. He cleans his act, he discusses his problems with him, he wants to be involved in his life, takes an interest in his long-time passion and praises his talent. Jughead seeks validation, seeks the feeling that somebody is listening to what he expresses as a human being. And that’s the biggest betrayal he experiences. Sure, he can’t even grasp the fact that his dad is a killer but deep down that’s what pains him the most; the fact that he was a passer by once again, somebody not worthy enough for people, even his parents, to actully stop and stare. When Cheryl starts hitting him with venom he doesn’t stand there to endure it all for the sake of his father and what’s the right thing to do. He wants to feel the physical pain too, he wants to punish himself for being so foolish as to believe that he would be happy this time. That’s why he lets her pull him and drag him and punch him and he all but flinches but never makes any move to stop her. He is beating himself up for believing in his dad, for believing that Fred actually did care for him, for believing that Betty would always be with someone as pathetic as he is. And that’s the sad mentality that is Jughead Jones, a brilliant and unique kid that wrongfully so needs to work for even a small piece of validation in his life, even from his own damn parents.

Should you fight them: HS kids edition

John Egbert: why on god’s green earth would you fight John Egbert??? He just wants his friends to get along. Look at him, he’s just a big dork baby with glasses. He’d probably just offer to shake your hand with a shock buzzer on. Besides, kid’s fucking ripped. Giant hammers, expected to lift a safe, homeboy may not have beef w u, but he has BEEF. He’s been plagued by nightmares his whole life he already hates himself more than you Don’t fight him.

Rose Lalonde: think to yourself very carefully. Rose Lalonde is ready to rip imps and ogres apart at a moment’s notice. She’ll psyche you out without saying a word. She will kick ur ass. She has a vampire wife. Do NOT unless ur prepared. U must be prepared.

Dave Strider: no!!!! He has had enough fighting!!! Let!!!! Him!!!!! Live!!!!!

Jade Harley: raised by an aggressive dog God and always carrying guns. This should not have to be explained. That smile is deceptive.

Jane Crocker: Jane looks sweet and soft but honey she is READY 2 THROW DOWN. Her dad had to use a fridge to ground her and she sent a table 360 flipping through the air with one arm. She’s emotionally vulnerable, but that could turn on you REAL FAST. Be wary.

Roxy Lalonde: she could go for a few rounds, but literally why???? Roxy has gone through enough hardship and killed the Condesce leave her alone.

Dirk Strider: You could. And prolly win if ur good enough. But do you really want to??? He hates himself more than you could imagine. He’d beat himself up. Shits gone pear shaped straight up decapitate him he don’t give a FUCK.

Jake English: he’d love a round of fisticuffs. Mano el Mano. And he’d be so cheery and such a good sport about it. Fight Jake English. But friendly fight him. Being his enemy is dangerous.

anonymous asked:

Just read through your masterlist and goodness gracious! the feels!! Awesome writing 👏🏻 Sooo how about an imagine, where RFA+V & Saeran come across MC somewhere without recognizing her? And maybe developing a lil crush on her? (Let's assume her avatar is a pony lol and she's can go out of the flat to live her life) Hope it's possible to do. Thank you so so much :)

This was so cute! We changed it up a little for Saeran, just because of the whole Mint Eye thing, but hope you like them!



General Scenario: The RFA party is planned much later than one week after MC joins. MC knows who the RFA are because of their profile pics, etc. But overthinks security reasons so doesn’t say anything.

Zen:

  • You got a side job in a grocery store since you were tired of being cooped up in the apartment
  • Also, you thought you could use the extra bucks since RFA wasn’t paying
  • Only you didn’t realize it was the store near Zen’s house
  • He’s buying a pack of cigs and you’re his cashier
  • “Aww, you wouldn’t want to smoke too much and ruin that voice of yours,” you say casually
  • He chuckles at the comment thinking you’re just a concerned fan and goes on his way
  • But for some reason your words stick with him…no, maybe it was your voice? Your face?
  • He bumps into you several times at the store
  • He even finds himself trying to get you as a cashier
  • You notice too…but you’re kind of enjoying it
  • A  few weeks later, he buys a candy bar just because he was having a rough day
  • And he realized it was an excuse because he just wanted to see you
  • He kind of accidentally admits in the process that you’re one of the only people who can make him shy
  • Lowkey realizes his crush on you then
  • Then the party rolls around
  • He sees you he thinks you’re one of the guests until you reveal yourself
  • He gets a little more bold in his advances after that

Yoosung:

  • You’re in the coffee club with him
  • You’re partnered up one week and you him to taste your coffee before the professor found the final batch
  • He really likes it but more than that you got really up in his face when you gave the mug to him
  • His heart does a little thing
  • He denies that he likes you at first when some of his friends ask why he keeps requesting to be partnered with you for group activities
  • He does come to terms with it after awhile
  • The admission makes him both bold and flustered
  • He tries to be more forward with you but he keeps messing up
  • He even texts you in the chatroom (but he doesn’t realize it’s you) and asks for advice
  • You’re blushing but you try your best to give him “advice” to woo you
  • You have to keep yourself from laughing because he always subtly messes it up oh no this is only making you like him more
  • Then all of a sudden, he stops coming to the club
  • Worried, you ask him subtly what happened with his crush
  • He says that he gave up because he didn’t think she was interested because he kept goofing up
  • You feel so horrible
  • When it gets to the party and he finally realizes who you are, saying that you like him is the first thing that flies out of your mouth

Jaehee:

  • She had been stressed with all the new projects at work
  • So she visits a coffee shop in town
  • You happen to be the new barista there at the same time she visits daily
  • It’s not a very busy time, so you two always end up talking a little
  • After some time, she just kind of blurts out her struggles and insecurities
  • You set some time aside from your shift to listen and give your advice
  • You already know her job situation, but you try to give some vague advice about her passions and following her dreams
  • In that moment, she knows she really admires you
  • She finds she’s stopping by more frequently and staying longer
  • One day, the cafe is about to close early but there’s no customers but her
  • You invite her behind the counter and ask if she wants to learn some things
  • She realizes she’s never had this much fun in her life…nor met someone like you
  • She starts crying right then and there, both from being touched and realizing her own unhappiness in her situation
  • You almost revealed yourself in this moment, because you just felt so bad and knew everything going on behind the scenes and wanted to give her a hug
  • Still you manage to comfort her without saying too much
  • When the party comes, she sees you there and she’s in shock
  • Uncharacteristically, she nearly tackles you in a hug
  • She didn’t expect that the two most supportive people in her life were the same person

Jumin:

  • Work had been stressful again, so what does he do? 
  • He goes to the newest pet store in town to hand pick some new toys for Elizabeth the 3rd
  • It also happens to be the pet store you work at
  • When you saw him enter the store, there was no mistaking it was none other than Han Jumin
  • So, you ask politely if he needs help
  • Jumin is kind of stunned at first when he sees you…and he doesn’t know why
  • He ignores the feeling and continues shopping with some of your suggestions
  • You’re actually pick out the best things for Elizabeth…also, he enjoys even the small talk
  • After a few more weeks, he finds that this attraction doesn’t go away
  • He keeps on visiting, trying to figure out his own feelings
  • His time is limited because how many cat toys can he buy
  • Meanwhile, you’re dying to let him know who you are, especially when things with his father get a bit rough in the background
  • You drop subtle hints of who you might be
  • It works, and he puts the pieces together
  • He stops by one day, not to buy anything, but to ask if you two can talk when your shift is over
  • You think it’s just casual, but next thing you know he’s confessing his feelings and asking if he can personally escort you to the next RFA party
  • Of course, you say some confessions of your own and agree

Seven:

  • He’s on another undercover mission which requires him to “work” at a restaurant as a server
  • You work there too, as it happens
  • You were so excited to see him there, so you just go up to him and start chatting him up
  • As it so happened, the background check he did on you was weeks ago…and with everything that happened at work, he sort of had forgotten what you looked like and where you worked
  • So, he just thinks you’re just a random co-worker who happens to be extra bold
  • But he finds you get his jokes, and even will play along when he does some stupid prank on the other serves
  • He realizes he’s forgetting this is a mission and he’s actually enjoying working with you
  • He catches himself glancing at you too often, staring too long, and wanting to be with you when work is over
  • When he realizes he might actually like you, he panics and finishes up his work as quickly as possible tsundere mode activated
  • One day, you’re told he quit, but you still talked to him in the chatroom so it was okay
  • But you couldn’t help but notice he was more mellow and seemed to beat himself up a lot
  • Turns out he was guilty, because being so open with you on the last mission could’ve put you in danger
  • The party drew closer and the security system gets hacked, etc.
  • When he runs over to protect you, he finally realizes who you are when he sees your face
  • This only makes the next few days at the apartment even worse
  • But of course, everything works out in the end, and you two even joke about it
  • “I can never forget a face like yours!”
  • “As I remember, Saeyoung, you did…”
  • “….It was one time.”

Saeran:

  • Just because he’s plotting the demise of the RFA doesn’t mean he doesn’t stop for some froyo
  • It was also your favorite ice cream place, so you visited often when things got stressful in the RFA
  • He recognized you immediately, but you still had never met him
  • He was really curious about how you acted on normal days, since he only ever knew by how much Seven seemed to hack more or less
  • He stayed in the back and watched as you did whatever you were doing
  • As time passed, he found your presence calming
  • He didn’t seem frazzled or worried or angry
  • Your presence became an addiction
  • He stopped by day and after day, getting a little disgruntled if you didn’t show
  • There were some points he even felt guilty for using someone like you for his plan
  • Then one day, he finds you plop yourself right in front of him
  • You had noticed he also seemed to visit every day, so you thought you two could get acquainted
  • For the first time in his life, he was stumbling over his words and what was this heat in his face?
  • He thought it was a one time thing, but you started doing it every day
  • You were actually talking to him, and he was finding out parts of you he couldn’t just see from a distance
  • He both loved it and hated it
  • The part of you he found so peacable was now tearing at his conscience, making him more aware of his deeds and his own brokenness
  • Finally, he just felt too guilty to face you again
  • So, he satisfied himself to just watching you from a distance once more from the CCTV

V:

  • You were the secretary for one of his new clients
  • He arrives at the place for a photoshoot one day, but your boss is running late
  • He dismisses it politely and just waits
  • He seems familiar to you, but you’re unsure of he’s the same V from the RFA so you say nothing
  • He takes the time to talk to you a little
  • He’s surprised at some of the statements you make which are sometimes very deep or introspective
  • He’s actually glad when the client asks for a long term contract
  • He arrives to work earlier, and he even brings you a coffee
  • Whenever he talks to you, he can’t stop smiling for the next few hours
  • He knows exactly what’s happening when his heart flutters after you call his name one morning
  • He’s very hesitant in proceeding, because he’s still recovering from the last relationship
  • But then he recognizes your voice at the party, and you explain who you are
  • He smiles and believes it’s a sign from God or something
  • So he asks you on a date after the party 

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He’s Dangerous, But Not Around You: Part 3

A/N: This sort of ends abruptly, but if I didn’t end it here the imagine would have been extremely long so I’ll be posting part 4 within the next three days x 

Part 1 Part 2

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Three months after Harry called off his relationship with Y/n, it was his birthday, and just like every other year for the past five, the boys decided to spend his birthday weekend at Louis’ family lake house. It was one of the few times a year they’d go- only saved for special occasions. It’s secluded, far from the city, but close enough so that it’s not too much out of their way.

Their tradition when it comes to Harry’s birthday weekend has remained the same for years now. A bonfire, a couple of poker games, countless amounts of beer, and occasional midnight skinny dipping. However, this year, the only change in tradition is Y/n not being there.

The second Harry steps foot out of his car, the whole idea of spending his birthday without Y/n makes him feel sick to his stomach. This was their favorite place to be together. They didn’t know why, but something about the privacy and the exclusiveness of it enhanced their relationship in unimaginable ways. They have had many occasions where they would flee from London without a word and spend a couple days alone here. 

The guys scurry out of the car in excitement, absolutely stoked to be back in the grand Tomlinson lake house. Harry sighs, slamming his car door shut before half-heartedly making his way inside.

He can’t blame their excitement when it came to the celebration weekend, however, they hadn’t seemed to notice how off Harry became the first couple of hours upon their arrival. But what else did he expect? He didn’t tell them, he didn’t tell them any of it. He didn’t want to. He knew they knew, anyways, but he had constantly beat himself up, blaming himself for destroying the one thing in his life he felt was genuinely worth fighting for. If he had told them what he did, he would never hear the end of it. He didn’t need anyone else to remind him of how much he had fucked up.

But ever since Y/n had left, something in him changed. He had no desire to fight anymore. Three days after he broke it off, he was worse than ever. Getting himself into numerous fights multiple times a day. It was his way of coping the loss of her, the loss of his only true humanity. However, when the fourth day came, and Harry started to really understand the fact that he was never going to see Y/n again, was when the pain really set in. He felt himself suffocating in a horrendous amount of guilt. 

She had tried so hard, she pushed him harder than anybody else had. Nobody put as much faith in him as she had. She stayed with him in times he truly didn’t deserve it. Hell, there were even days where she was so mad at him that all she could do was yell and yell and yell, and even then she still slept in the same bed as him. He couldn’t live with letting all of that go- letting her go- so he decided to prove himself wrong

It was the biggest fight of his life, the one against himself; when half of him wanted to inflict his pain onto other people and the other half wanting desperately to change himself for the sake of his relationship with Y/n. But he knew he was stronger than the monster inside of him, even though he believed he was weaker. What made him strong was Y/n’s relationship with him, he would stop at nothing to get her back.

It didn’t take Y/n more than a couple days to tell Zayn what had happened. He called her, asking what was going on since Harry had been a complete wreck with no sign of her in his life. She explained, in the best that she could between her harsh sobs and broken whimpers that Harry had left her. He broke up with her, tried to convince her that they didn’t belong together, and eventually confessed that he wasn’t willing to change for her. 

Y/n made him promise not to tell anybody else because she felt that this was Harry’s responsibility, not anybody else. Of course, Zayn kept his promise and never said a word about it to anyone. 

The rest of the guys tried to get it out of him, though. They never forced it, but occasionally mentioned her to see what he would say or do, but he just ignored them. The mention of her name killed him on the inside, and he, truthfully, still couldn’t face the reality that they aren’t together anymore.

To say the guys have been concerned for him is an understatement. Yeah, he’s stopped fighting, but he’s still not the same Harry he was when he was with Y/n. He’s constantly thinking, his mind always somewhere not where it’s supposed to be. He drinks more, too, which used to spike up his anger, but now only spikes up his sadness. He has no motivation to do anything besides stay in his house and dwell on the guilt he’s carried.

Getting him to the lake house is one of their ways of getting him to heal. They just don’t know how much this place kills him, though. God, he can’t even look at a single square inch of it without seeing her in his head. How the hell is he going to get through the weekend?

The boys begin to notice how hurt Harry is when he begins to prepare for the bonfire they planned on having later that night. This is Harry’s first birthday after his break up with Y/n, and instead of telling them how truly heartbreaking it was for him, he avoided that topic of conversation completely. He was already depressed enough, he didn’t need to bury himself in it on his own birthday.

While Harry sets up the firewood needed for the bonfire, he’s distant. He’s distracted, not consuming himself in any of the boys’ conversations. They know Y/n’s already on his mind, she’s the only one who gets him daydreaming.

Harry sighs, lifting heavy piles of wood and constructing them into a setup for later. He’s finished now, has been finished for a while, but he just can’t stop. All he can think about is how Y/n isn’t with him, how she’s probably in her new home, sulking, hating him for ruining her life. It’s his birthday, and she probably hates him.

He sighs, placing his hands on his knees and leaning forward, eyes trained on the ground. He just can’t get her out of his head, no matter how much he tries to distract himself, almost every waking moment he’s thinking about the first time they met.


They were at a party Zayn’s aunt decided to host. It was a casual-formal event, just something special for her close friends to feel welcomed to upon their return to London after being in the states for a while.

Zayn was, obviously, invited. His aunt even insisted on him bringing his best friends, which he probably would have done anyways because he wasn’t too familiar with the family the party was for. The only member he’s ever really talked to was Y/n. She was super shy, very introverted, but was extremely sweet nonetheless. She had talked to Zayn a couple times when they stayed at his aunt’s house simultaneously. Other than that, they didn’t talk much.

“C’mon, you’re just gonna stand in the corner all night?” Zayn approached Harry, a glass of vodka held loosely in his hands.

Harry was pissed he was even in the situation he was in. Social events weren’t his thing, never something he found entertaining. He didn’t care about this stupid family’s return, he didn’t even know them.

“This is the last goddam place I want to be right now” Harry seethed, “I’m pissed off at you for even fucking forcing me here, don’t force me to try and mingle too.”

He let out a slight grumble in Zayn’s direction before making his way to the mini bar. On his way, in the midst of his aggravation, he felt a body collide with his. He groaned, a slight growl in the mix, definitely not in any mood for people to get in his way.

“Watch where you’re-“

“Oh, sorry” the girl gasped, “didn’t see you there.”

Harry’s body immediately froze at the sight of her. She was the most stunning woman he’s ever seen. Her eyes were sparkling with sorrow, lips parted slightly due to the impact. Her outfit complimented her body shape beautifully, leaving him absolutely speechless.

“I- It’s okay” he stuttered, eyes never leaving her, “are you okay?”

She nodded slightly, completely captivated by the most handsome man standing in front of her. God, how he was so beautiful, she would have never known a man like this could ever exist in this world.

“I’m okay” she softly spoke, “thank you.”

Harry insisted on buying her a drink as a way to apologize for not exactly paying attention to where he was going. They chatted for a while, mainly about the party. Come to find out, she was the daughter of Zayn’s aunt’s friends. She hadn’t gone to the states with them, however, she didn’t really make too much of an effort to go and see her in her stay in London.

They were talking quite well, considering Harry definitely did give her an attitude at times and somehow made her feel extremely intimidated whenever he did so. But he had to admit, it was one of the best conversations he’s had in a while, despite his unfriendly character.

“What’s your name, by the way?” Harry finally asked.

She blushed slightly.

“I’m Y/n. And you?”

“Harry.”

“Oh, you’re Harry.” Y/n said quietly, a hint of realization in her tone of voice.

Harry didn’t like the way she said it, as if insulting him in a way. Which, for him, was a bit of a let down considering there was a moment where he genuinely believed she was different.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” Harry snapped, his voice somehow rougher and more raspy than how it was before, “Like you’re any better?“

His fierce stare upon her made Y/n feel belittled. When he spoke to her, he made her feel as if her existence was the dirt beneath his shoes. No wonder Zayn had warned her, no girl like Y/n could survive five minutes with such an intimidating man.

“Oh- um- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just that Zayn had told me to stay away from you.” She stuttered, her voice barely above a mumble.

She still refused to make eye contact with him, only for the sake of her safety. She was too afraid to look at him now, when his body seemed tense and eyes filled with aggression. She was an easy pray for people like him to feed on- to get a good kick out of.

“I should go” she muttered, “It was lovely to meet you.”

Almost too quickly, she grabbed her bag off the bar and began to make her way back to where she was before. However, before making it too far, she felt a hand grab ahold of her wrist.

He didn’t know why, but when he had seen the fear set in Y/n’s eyes, an overwhelming feeling of guilt set upon him. It was strange, to feel so much of it hit him over one girl’s reaction. He had done this many times to many people, all of which having a moment of complete vulnerability during his encounters with them. But they didn’t necessarily make him feel anything more than the slightest bit of regret.

“Hey” he whispered softly, delicately pulling her back to where he was standing, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”

Y/n looked into his eyes as he spoke, giving her the reassurance she needed. He was genuine, she could tell, his eyes screamed sympathy.

“It’s oka-“

“But Zayn is right,” Harry continued, slowly letting her arm go “you should stay away from me.”

Before she had any time to react, he had walked away from her.

The rest of the night, Y/n was determined to speak to him again. After meeting him for the first time, she had an innumerable amount of questions she pressed Zayn to answer. Why is he always angry? Is he dangerous? But why was he so nice to me when I walked away?

Zayn explained that Harry wasn’t someone she should be concerned about. All he told her was that he had been hurt one too many times and it caused him to become violent towards those who threaten potential pain. He doesn’t apologize to anybody, and told her that it was quite strange how he had to her.

Harry couldn’t stop thinking about her. He didn’t know what it was, exactly, that intrigued him so much. Besides the fact she was the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid his eyes on, she was so easy to talk with. She was quiet, and apart of him liked that about her. The moment he hurt her, he just felt so bad, like it was the last thing he ever wanted to see.

Which is why he walked away from her.

When he saw Zayn later that night, he had asked about her. He asked how they had known each other, asked about her life and where she lived. He was determined to know more about her. It wasn’t even that he just wanted to, but it felt like he had to, like he was being compelled to feel this way toward her.

Right as he was about to leave the party, he had heard her voice behind him

“Harry?”

He slowly turned to look at her. She was looking as shy as ever, fingers fiddling together, cheeks blushed, eyes unsure. She didn’t know exactly what she was going to say, but she wanted to try.

“I want to get to know you.” She spoke softly, her hand reaching up to tuck some of her loose hair behind her ear.

He swore his heart melted. The second the words fell from her lips, he was willing to do whatever it took to get to know her.

“I know you said I should stay away from you, but I don’t want to.”


“Harry,” Zayn mumbles, snapping Harry out of his thoughts, “do you want to talk about it?”

Harry didn’t realize he was near tears until Zayn snapped him out of his trance. He didn’t look at them as he returns to placing the logs in piles, contemplating whether or not to disregard his statement or not. Of course he wants to talk about how much mental pain he’s in from not being with Y/n anymore, but he just can’t talk about it. They know that, too, because if he were ready, he would have already.

“Can you stop asking about her, please?” He groans, tossing the last piece of wood onto the top of the pile, “I know you guys know, so please, don’t make me say it.”

He doesn’t bother to look at them, instead, wiping off some of the sweat off his forehead with the sleeve of his flannel before making his way inside the house to change out of his sweaty clothes. He didn’t want to seem rude, but he’s completely and utterly broken, if he has to be questioned about her again he swears he’ll actually become ill.

Half-heartedly making his way to the bedroom, Harry opens up the duffle bag that sits on top of the bed, that he has yet to unpack, searching through the folded clothes to find his plain gray t-shirt he plans on wearing for later that night. Slipping off his flannel and sliding off the now dirty white tank top underneath, he puts on the t-shirt, throwing the dirty clothes into the laundry bin.

Once changed, Harry begins to unpack the remaining clothes out of his bag. His hands are shaking as he does so, breathing heavy when he sets his clothes down on the bed. His stomach twists with sick at the idea of sleeping in this goddamn room.

This was the first place they made love. It was within the first month of being with each other, filled with beautiful romance and bliss. It was the best night of his life. It was the first time he had touched someone so delicately before. The first time his violent hands spread love throughout her body. He said words he never thought he’d say again. Words that he actually fucking meant, words to express how his once cold heart felt warm for what felt like the first time in his life. 


It was her first visit to the lake house. She had just finished cleaning up the remaining dishes, insisting that even though she was the guest, she had to contribute to the clean up after having a barbecue. Harry was sitting by the kitchen table, just watching her, observing her as she hummed an unknown tune, her hair messily tied up on her head. He could hear the boys playing poker in the living room, which he would have played if Harry hadn’t already planned on taking Y/n out near the lake after she had finished cleaning up.

“Alright, Harry, all done.” she smiled, “Now what was it you wanted to show me?”

She made her way toward his sitting frame, taking a seat right on top of his lap. Combing her fingers through his hair, she planted a delicate kiss on the tip of his nose, making Harry’s face blush the color of roses. He reached his arms around her waist, nuzzling her body against his.

“Hm,” he hummed, kissing the exposed skin on her shoulder, “was gonna show you the lake, but almost considering just cuddling you all night long.”

Y/n smiled as Harry leaned in to press a hard kiss against her soft lips. She breathed out heavily, fingertips moving to caress his cheeks, his unshaved stubble scraping against their pads.

“Gross!” they heard Niall call from the living room, “I call the room farthest from yours!”

They both laughed, Harry rolling his eyes at the comment.

“As fantastic that sounds” Y/n smirked, raking her fingers on his back under his shirt, “this is my first time here, and it’s your birthday weekend. I want to explore it with you.”

She leaned down to quickly peck his chapped lips, which soon turned into a wild smirk. His green eyes looked into her brown ones, his fingers dancing along the nape of her neck.

“I can do that for you.”

Once they were by the lake, they sat in silence together. She was cuddled into him, sitting in between his legs, her head rolled back onto his shoulder, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist. They admired the nature they were surrounded by, overwhelmed by the feeling of each other’s company under the moon. It felt like a dream, every bit of it did. It was such a surreal moment for them. They didn’t need to speak about anything for a while, being this close to each other, feeling each other’s bodies against one another was enough for them. They felt closer than ever.

They kissed, and kissed, and kissed. So much so that Y/n ended up on top of him. Her legs were straddling his waist, hands roaming under his shirt, nails scratching at his ribs. Harry had his hands all in her hair, as if trying to pull her closer to him, as if it were even possible.  Her lips traveled down to his neck, kissing every bit of the exposed skin. She just couldn’t get enough. They both couldn’t.

“Y/n.” Harry whispered.

“I love you, Harry.” She muttered against his skin.

“So in love with you.“

It was the first time it was said. They both knew they loved each other once they met. Hell, it was obvious. It didn’t need to be said, but she said it anyways. She said it like she meant it, too, like her heart was blooming as she spoke. God, he even felt her tears against his neck. She was so overwhelmed by their love, the words just slipped out in the moment, but oh how she meant them.

In that moment, he was a weak man. He completely surrendered himself to her love. He was willing for it to have all control over him. He made a promise to himself, to devote his life proving his love for her, proving that he will be the man she deserves in her life, not the man he had other people see.

“Y/n,” he whispers again, fingers gliding down her waist, “I’m so in love with you. I always will be.”

That night, once he had taken her to their room, they made love over and over and over again. It was their first time, opening up to each other in a completely different way than they usually did. His lips captured hers perfectly, his hands fit in hers as if they were, quite literally, made for each other. His name became a mantra, her body became a temple. It was an entirely new level of trust. It was a night that they could have re-lived every day for the rest of their lives, easily, with not a complaint in the world.



Fuck” Harry spits, reaching the back of his hand up to eyes in an attempt to wipe the tears threatening to spill.

He can’t sleep in here, there’s no way he could, not without Y/n. Not without her in his arms, not without making love to her beforehand. His bed at home made him sick enough, but here? He just can’t fathom it.

He begins to shove the clothes he’s started to unpack back into his suitcase. He can’t stay in here another minute. He’ll lose his goddamn mind.

While zipping up his bag, he hears the front door open. Niall’s laugh fills the silence in the house upon his entrance, which gives Harry an idea on how to fix his sleeping situation without raiding the couch.

“Niall!” Harry yells, slinging the bag over his shoulder.

Niall makes his way up the steps toward his voice.

“Yeah?!”

“We’re switching rooms!”

“Oh hell no!”

Niall goes into the room Harry’s in, his face strict and serious.

“You and Y/n have fucked on that bed way too many times. I don’t even think you washed the sheets last time you guys did it on there, either. Pretty sure this room has a permanent stench of sex because of you two.”

Harry’s jaw clenches. Normally, he’d have a rational conversation until he got his way, but he isn’t taking this situation lightly. So, instead, he grabs Niall’s wrist harshly, eyes narrowing down at him as he takes a threatening step closer to him.

Niall’s eyes widen as he looks up at him. Not even because a small part of him felt intimidated, but because this is the first time Harry has shown aggression toward anybody within the past couple of months. There is a chance the part he’s been hiding is becoming unleashed, but Niall knows it was easily set off by Harry’s many failed attempts to get Y/n out of his head.

“I don’t think you understand, Niall” Harry seethes, “I may have not laid my hands on anyone in months, but missing Y/n doesn’t only make me sad, it makes me dangerous. I will not hesitate to do whatever it takes to be as far away from this room as possible. Now I will not tell you again, we are switching rooms.”

Niall rips his hand out of Harry’s grip, shaking it around a bit from the amount of pressure Harry was gripping it with.

“Alright, Jesus,” he groans, “but you better wash those fucking sheets. I refuse to sleep in a bed full of sex.“

Harry lets out a breath he was holding in, somewhat relieved that he doesn’t have to be spending three nights in his own personal hell. 

Adjusting the strap of his bag onto his shoulder, Harry slowly nods as he continues to look at Niall. He feels bad for treating him in the way he just did, but the idea of becoming more hurt than he already was is something he wouldn’t be able to live with. 

“Yeah, yeah I will.” He mutters. “I’m sorry, by the way, for that. I didn’t want to hurt you, but I can’t be in this room for another second without losing my mind. I really can’t.”

Niall sighs, slowly reaching up to wrap his arms security around Harry. Being like his brother, he really has felt so bad for what he’s been going through. He can’t imagine the heartbreak, or how he’s even surviving the breakup as well as he has. 

Harry reaches his arms around Niall’s body, hugging him back.

“It’s okay, bud. I get it, you don’t have to apologize. I’ll even wash the sheets for you.”

Harry lets out a slight laugh, shaking his head briefly before detaching himself from Niall and making his way into his room.

Once settled, Harry makes his way down to the kitchen to grab a couple of beers and take some time to himself. If this weekend is going to haunt the living shit out of him, he might as well try to make himself relax the slightest bit.

With a bottle of beer held loosely in his hand, he opens the sliding door that leads to the porch. Leaning his body against the doorway, Harry admires the sun setting on the lake, watching as the wind moves the leaves in small dance.

For the first time since the breakup, he actually feels at peace.

“She broke up with you, didn’t she?” Liam asks, suddenly joining Harry on the porch as he sips on a bottle of beer, slinging his arm around Harry’s shoulders.

Harry rolls his eyes, the accusation of her leaving him must have been the topic of all their conversations. Of course that’s what they thought, it must have been so convenient for them to think Y/n could live a great life without him while he would be a danger to the streets. That’s how much he needed her, but they never seemed to notice how much she needed him, not how Harry noticed.

“Why is everyone so convinced that if we were to ever break up, she’d be the one that called it off?” Harry snarls.

“I was the one who ended it.” He continues, “It wasn’t working out.”

He takes a swig from his beer, eyes still trained on the view of the lake. He doesn’t want to continue this conversation, doesn’t want to relive the night that tore his life apart. Most of all, he doesn’t want to talk about it here, at this stupid fucking lake house, and have to dwell on the pain he wishes he could erase. He doesn’t want to be reminded that he was the one who did this to them.

“C’mon,” Liam sighs, “she was the only thing you had. She was the only one to get this Harry back. You were just afraid she’d leave you first.”

Harry decides not to answer, not knowing how to respond. Of course that’s why he ended it, that’s how he operates. He pushes those away just so that nobody pushes him away. He could deal with anybody else doing it, but if Y/n had left him first, there was no way he’d ever make it through that. Not a fiber in his body doubts that for even a second.

“Have you spoken to her at all?” Liam breaks the silence.

Harry looks down at his beer, circling it in his hands. Why does he keep asking him questions he clearly doesn’t want to answer?

“She said she never wanted to see me again.” Harry mumbles, “I haven’t spoken to her since she left.”

Jesus, Harry.” Liam whispers. “Are you okay?”

Something about that question makes something inside of Harry twist. Is he okay? How can he be okay? He hasn’t seen the love of his life, hasn’t talked to her, hasn’t even heard the sound of her breathing in months. Every part of his body hurts every time he thinks about her because the feeling of being away from her is the most painful feeling in the world.

His life was consumed by her love. His entire world changed when he met her. Nobody else could he lay his hands so sweetly on, could his voice speak so softly to, could his heart swell so greatly for. She changed him, even though he was too scared to admit it to her, she changed him. She gave him hope- gave him a reason to hold onto himself.

Since she’s left, in times when he’s at his all-time low, all he can think about is how his arms felt holding her, how his lips felt kissing her, how fucking relieving and beautiful it was to talk to her, and how he let all of that go.

How can he be okay?

Tears cloud his vision, his hands begin to shake. Oh, God. He thought he was over this. He thought he was over the emotions, he didn’t deserve them. He did this, he caused all this, this was his decision. Yet here he is, again, fighting back the tears that have been so desperate to be released.

“I mean” Harry begins, his voice shaking as he speaks, “I mean, I fucked up everything. I had everything I ever needed and I was the one who let it go. I was starting to think that her leaving me would be worse but now-”

He’s choking back sobs, face wet with unwelcomed tears, “now I can’t stop thinking about how much she hates me right now. She has a home without me, she lives her life without me, she is falling asleep at night without me. And the worst part is that she didn’t want it that way. That was all me, everything is because of me!”

Liam rushes to wrap his arms around him, pulling Harry’s head down onto his shoulder so that he has a place to cry. Harry’s holding him like it’s his ever last bit of hope, almost as if grasping for reassurance for his relationship with Y/n.

“Harry.” he whispers.

“Trust me, Liam, I didn’t want this, either” he continues, words scrambling out of his mouth, “but what else was I supposed to do? And now I’m at this stupid fucking lake house where we talked about getting married and she’s not here with me and I can’t do this anymore!”

He’s completely helpless now. His body is weak, shaking against Liam’s tense frame. He’s in so much pain, so much heartbreak that he’s almost screaming, begging God for some mercy because he can’t take this anymore. The constant thought of her, the constant reminder that he’s never going to see her again rips his heart out every second of every day.

“I just really don’t want to know what it’s like to live another day without her” his voice quivers, “I never do.”

Harry’s wet eyes meet Liam’s sympathetic ones. Liam opens his mouth, preparing to say something, but Harry simply shakes his head. He can’t do this anymore. 

He pats Liam’s shoulder- thanking him for being by his side- before turning around to walk away. He slides the glass door open, walking inside the kitchen to replace his now empty bottle of beer with a new one.

“Wait,” Liam mumbles, “wait, Harry, I have to tell you something.”

Harry stops in his place, slowly turning his body around to look at him. He cocks his head to the side, eyebrows furrowed, seeming confused.

“Y/n- she’s- she’s coming here tonight.”  

Act 4: Trolls as Manifestations

Homestuck gains complexity through iterations, in plot, setting, and character. As the tutorial character, John’s actions are straightforward and relatively easy to follow, which sets the stage for grander installments. John’s plain house and Dad are followed by the increasingly complex circumstances of his friends. John’s ability to combine items across captchalogue cards (1917) is a primer for combining items via alchemy. If a rule is introduced through John, subsequent iterations of the rule will be more grandiose.

So, an observation: John is afraid of heights. When John slips on a staircase, he flips out (2460). When he nearly launches himself into the abyss with the Pogo Hammer, he has to take a nap before he has calmed down enough to continue (2537). Immediately following both moments of vertigo, massive ogres begin to climb toward John’s house (2461, 2542). The eventual fight with the ogres begins after John looks over the roof of his house, into the abyss (2562-3).

All of this suggests that Sburb is reacting to John’s emotional state (fear) to produce in-game content. This is further suggested by a peek we get at some of Sburb’s internal processes (3419):

Here, we have reference to terminology associated with Carl Jung and Sigmund Freud. The terms suggest that Sburb interacts with the ideas in the kids’ subconscious minds (archetypes) and brings symbolic representations of these ideas into conscious reality (manifests the ideas). Like, pipes are Johns’s dad symbol (1974), so LOWAS is covered in pipes as a subconscious reminder of his dad. Or, Dave is surrounded by dangerous sharp objects in his apartment, so LOHAC is full of grinding metal gears to subtly (?) remind him of his awful, awful home.

Even before we reach the kids’ planets though, John’s encounter with the ogres asserts Sburb’s dream-like nature. The “hyper flexible mythology” of Sburb  is essentially the same as Freudian dream logic – Sburb caused John’s latent fear of heights to manifest as real, punchable monsters.

But if you look through Homestuck for things that materialize due to emotional events, it doesn’t stop with imps and monsters. It also includes the trolls.

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When I watch these movies and I compare them to what happened in ca cw I am like …the main plot of these movies is the love of a child for their mother.

In legend of Tarzan


Tarzan kills the chief’s son because he killed his mother. The son killed kala. The chief and tarzan talk in the end.

Tarzan shouts, “ he killed my mother.” He is not over her death.

The chief said how was he supposed to know. And yes the son  didn’t know.

But tarzan killed him because his mother died in front of him. Kala was a mother to him. In rage, anger and grief he killed the son of the chief.

She was his mother dammit.


Erik lehnsherr in x men first class. He agrees with shaw about mutants. He agrees with shaw’s ideology. But he kills him because of his mother and he says this.

“The thing is you killed my mother.”

Shaw was a villain and  in the end erik became magneto and a villain too but the reason he kills shaw is because he had killed his mother in front of his eyes.

Erik killed lots of people in apocalypse but he is not treated as a villain. I like him too but I am not blind I can admit he was a villain.

Man of steel, Clark beats  zod to ground when he hurts Martha. He literally says “how dare you hurt my mother?”


Batman vs superman


The reason bruce stops is because he hears his mother’s name and when he realises what’s going on he saves clark’s mother.

He did not get over his parents death who were killed in front of him. The incident changed his whole life.


I just can’t understand how  people can be so callous and indifferent to the way Tony reacted. It’s not a post about whether Bucky was innocent or not. Yes he was, he was tortured for seventy years. I love the guy but Tony had the right to properly grieve for his mother, for his parents. He had the right to know the bloody truth the moment those hellicarriers crashed.

Howard Stark in comic beats up Tony. He is a bad father. But that’s not the case in MCU. He is shown to be a cold man. Indifferent to his family and son. There is no indication he beat up Tony.  I am not going to imagine that he beat him up. Tony says it himself in Iron Man 2,

“ he never even hugged me, he never even told me liked me.”

But the man did not beat Tony up. Tony did care for him. It’s shown clearly the way he closes his eyes as the winter soldier smashes howard’s skull.

The tremor that goes through Tony at the time is not of a man who doesn’t care about his father.

The father may have been indifferent and cold to the son. The son wasn’t. He cared for howard.

He said it in BARF session “I love you dad.”

In Iron Man, he says to stane, “I never got to say goodbye to my father.”

Those are not the words of a cold son. He did care for howard. Howard did not beat him up. He was a cold man that’s it. In his own stupid way he did tell Tony he cared for him. You are my greatest creation.

Maria says it in BARF session ,“you know what’s about to happen. If you don’t say something you’ll regret it.

He says, “love you dad.”

It tells clearly he regrets not telling that to his father.

He literally closed his eyes as the winter soldier killed howard.

Now let’s come to Tony’s mother. He loved her. That’s it. I am not going to say anything more.

He cared for his father but he loved his mother. He says it, “I don’t care he killed my mom.”

Why is it so hard to understand Tony’s reaction to bucky and steve.

The winter soldier choked the life out of Maria Stark and Tony saw it.

What exactly was he supposed to do Bucky after seeing something like that? Then he discovered Steve’s blunder and web of lies.

Leave Tony alone, he reacted as anyone would.


You don’t get over something like that. So its rubbish what some people say Tony should have gotten over it.

No. He did not get over it. He developed the tech to deal with it because he did not get over it.

These characters from the movies don’t get shit but Tony does. Why ? His reaction was completely normal. He watched them die damn it. He watched his mother die.

Why is it so hard to understand that.

anonymous asked:

Do you think that if at any of the parties they are having, if any guys get handsy with Yuri, BOTH JJ and Otabek are on them like angry wolves? lol (Just sayin, cause Yuri is very pretty and how can other guys resist touching while being drunk at a party)

TOTALLY

100%

Yuri’s too beautiful, his attitude can be terrible but so many come to the parties just to see him. So whenever some girl or guy is getting handsy, Undercuts are glaring daggers across the room, or swooping in. This doesn’t just happen at the parties either - at the diner Yuri works at, he hustles for those good tips but sometimes there’s a creep who gets too handsy and if JJ and Otabek are in there (they sometimes like to drop in while waiting for Yuri to finish his shift, grab a bite to eat), they’re over there in an instant if Yuri’s smart mouth doesn’t scare them off the first time :’)

Bts reacting to cheating on their girlfriend.

Namjoon:

“I-i,” The man who always knew what to say was at a lost of words. “BABY I’M SO FUCKING SORRY! I-i’m such an idiot.”

He can barely make his words sound coherent with the way he was mumbling them… “If you leave me, I can understand.” 

He tears at seeing you leaving but doesn’t run after you, instead he’s beating himself up mentally wondering why he did such a thing to the one he loved the most in the world.

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Jin:

He saw the distraught, anger look you had in your eyes and just bursted out into tears, “I fucked up y/n, I can admit that. Please, Please give me another chance…” 

You shook your head and stood up. He grabbed your wrist before you walked away, “I’m sorry I did this to us, to you. You can hate me all you want, just remember I will always love you and no matter what if you ever, ever need me, just call. I don’t care if I’m your last choice… I don’t want you to suffer even more.” He wiped his tears and snot all over his sweater sleeves as you shook your way out of his hold and left.

(I know I already used this but it fits well)

Originally posted by lavender-kills

Hoseok:

God! This kids hysterical. “I’m so terribly sorry. I know this is really bad. I-i-i don’t know what to do?!” He couldn’t control himself from his waterfalls. He kept trying to grab onto air as if he was trying to speak with his hands but could make out any words. “Y/n you know this is a mistake, right?! Please don’t go…”

“Hoseok, I need some time.” You walked out the door.

“I-i-” This stuttering mess would just crawl into a ball and cry until one of the members found him on the verge of passing out from dehydration. 

Originally posted by featureless-spy

Yoongi:

“Damn it y/n, I-i can’t explain this…” He’d ran up to you to cradle your hands in his before you ripped them out. “I’m sorry baby, God I’m so sorry…”

He tried to grab you by the shoulder but you weren’t having it. He stopped trying to grab you for your attention, instead he stood still while looking down. He started yelling apologies.

“I’M SO FUCKING SORRY IM A SCREW UP. I’M SORRY I MESSED UP THE IMAGE YOU HAD OF ME. I’M SORRY I COULDN’T- NO, CAN’T BE THE MAN YOU NEED IN YOUR LIFE. I’m sorry I let you fall in love with a-an absolute piece of shit…” He saw your silhouette walk away, “I love you y/n.”

Originally posted by starnsunshine

Taehyung:

He looked up at you in big eyes unable to peep a word until he saw stomp to the door. He blocked the exit way with his body, “N-no!”

“Taehyung move.”

“YOU CAN’T LEAVE! I LOVE YOU! I MADE A MISTAKE… it was a mistake. I promise… a stupid… unforgivable… mistake.” He finally started crying at the realization of what he had just done hit him. “I-i’m a mistake.”

Jimin:

The members found him in the tub. “Uhm Jimin what are you doing?”

“I’m washing the sin off. I can’t take it. It’s destroyed my life.” It had been days later and he couldn’t face you.

“The sin?” The boys asked once again.

“The sin. THE SIN! I CAN’T LOOK AT Y/N AND SHE CAN’T LOOK AT ME! IT’S DESTORYED US! It’s destroyed my happiness…” He slowly looked up to them, “…It’s destroyed my heart.”

Originally posted by xxi-xix

Jungkook:

“Y/N PLEASE DON’T RUN OUT THIS WAS A MISTAKE! I DIDN’T MEAN TO!” He followed right behind you as you dashed out the room.

“Ba-baby come on, what can I do? huh? Do you want me to kneel and beg for your forgiveness.” He did as he said and bowed down, breaking away from his manly imagine. “Y/n please… please dear god accept me again! What do you want me to do?”

“Just… go away…”

“I-i’m in love with you y/n l/n and nothing will ever stop me from feeling that way… Come talk to me when you’re ready…” He stayed on his knees for a while until he rolled onto his side, staring into the white wall in front of him, expressionless.

Originally posted by baepsaeboyss


@anon who requested this a while back… actually fight me. Also sorry if there’s any errors,, I’m sleepy

Heart Race [George Weasley x Reader]

A/N: I’ve literally posted this like six times because I can’t figure out how to italicize on mobile because the mobile version is trash lmao  I’m so mad rn ugggh. I tried that stupid but I didn’t work but it works when I test it out and ugghhh I hate this app

Word Count: 3,340

Warnings: mild language like twice. Not proof read. Possible ooc characters. 

Summary: (Name) met George in her third year after being pushed down. After another year, what will happen when George has to find a way to keep his feelings for her in check?

Masterlist



To say she was shy would be an understatement.

She had a quiet voice, but a loud mind. That loud mind of hers was full of brilliant facts and opinions, but the quiet voice that she had held everything back.

And to say that it bothered George would be an understatement as well.

No, George was almost offended that she refused to speak your mind. He couldn’t really understand why (Name) felt the need to hide all of her wonderful thoughts, but that didn’t mean he didn’t respect it.

George and his twin met (Name) when she came to Hogwarts at the age of eleven. At the time they were second years who in all honesty didn’t care much for her.

It’s not like they disliked her, they just didn’t know her well enough to care.

However, that all changed when they witnessed her being pushed down in her third year by some fourth year jerks.




She was walking by the windows, admiring the snow falling outside. She looked so dazed and intrigued with the winter scenery that she didn’t even realize she had bumped into rude some Ravenclaws. The duo of twins happened to be walking by at this time, only stopped to watch a prank they planned out unfold.

Time seemed to stop for her when she was told to ‘watch where she was going’ followed by two hands forcefully shoving her to the ground, causing her to drop two books and shatter the small potted plant she was holding.

(Name) looked as if she was about to burst into tears at that very moment, pitifully trying to sweep over the shards of pottery that used to make up an elegant plant pot.

The Weasley twins were very easygoing. That much was obvious. But they were also kindhearted, and they sure weren’t going stand by and let some innocent girl get pushed down right in front of them.

The two agreed that George would comfort the girl and Fred would ‘take care of’ the Ravenclaws.

George bent down after watching his brother run after the students to (Name’s) level. He put on a sweet smile and offered to help her.

“Hello there. Are you okay?” He questioned as he picked up a piece of coral colored pottery. The girl shook her head and sniffled. “M-My… Uh, my plant… It’s ruined…” She frowned at the small branches that had begun to sprout which had broke off the trunk of the growing plant. A few flower buds in the midst had fallen off and been stomped on as well. George smiled sympathetically. “I’m sure we can get you a new one!”

(Name) shook her head again. “Th-They don’t grow here… My mum sent it to me… The buds were supposed to, um, let you visualize your happiest memories when consumed…” He could tell that she was trying her hardest not to start sobbing at that very moment. Her lip was quivering and her voice was cracking.

“Oh… I’m terribly sorry… Those guys were a bunch of dirtbags anyways,” George chuckled, holding up a handful of soil for comedic effect. (Name’s) eyes widened a bit and she looked at him, almost surprised.

“They just need to leaf if they’re going to act that bitter.” He smiled and held up a tiny green leaf that had fallen off of a branch.

(Name) started to smile the tiniest bit, her forming tears drying up.

“They must have some pretty nasty roots if they act like that!” He cracked another pun, gesturing to the plant’s root. His smile widened when he noticed (Name) was starting to giggle lightly.

He held out his hand for a handshake despite it being covered in dirt.

“I’m George, by the way. George Weasley.”

She looked at it for a while, hesitating. Finally, she shook it, her hand as equally dirty. She offered him the smallest of smiles. “(Name). (Name) (Last Name)… W-Was, uh… Was that your brother, George?” The ginger nodded eagerly, as if showing off his older twin.

“Yeah. His name is Fred, but trust me, I’m the cooler one.” (Name) laughed at this, causing George to grin brightly and offer her a hand up.

“Let’s go!” (Name) looked at him, confusion evident in her expression.

“Wh-What..?”

“I’ve been saving a stash of sweets my mum sent me over the years. I think now is a good time to crack it open, yeah?” George smiled, watching her face light up.

“Y-Yes, please..!”

“Come on, then!”




George smiled at the small memory. She hadn’t changed a bit. She was still timid, still sensitive, and still somewhat of an emotional crybaby.

Not that it was a bad thing, though. In fact, George found it quite… Well, for a lack of better words, cute.

And with this thought, the younger Weasley twin recalled the very moment he started falling for (Name).

It was no surprise that he found himself blushing and becoming nothing more than a flustered mess around her. She was kind, selfless, and cared for almost anyone no matter how rude they were to her.

He remembered the day Malfoy made something of a harsh insult to her and she smiled sadly and just said, “I’m sorry you feel that way”.




It was a cold day in December. Snow fell and decorated the entire castle with glistening white flakes.

Fred, of course, had caught on to the little hint that George was infatuated with the shy fourth year. Him, being his brother, always teased him about it. Internally, he was happy his younger brother had found someone that he knew would be good to him.

The three were heading outside, snow clothes equipped.

All of the sudden, Fred excused himself saying that “he had something dreadfully important to take care of”. George had discreetly stomped in his brother’s foot, followed by a grunt of pain from Fred and a sarcastic smile from George. (Name) had no idea or even acknowledged what was going on as she had been gazing at the snowflakes fall to the ground with a dreamy smile.

As Fred snuck away with a mischievous chuckle, George stared longingly at (Name) with the same dazed look in his eyes.

There she was, nose and cheeks red and eyes sparkling with interest. Her soft exhaling crated puffs of air in the wind. She looked as if she was in an entirely different world than anyone else.

Soft crystals landed in her hair and eyelashes, them it shimmer. Her lips were curled up only in the slightest.

(Name) turned her head, staring at him with red cheeks. He couldn’t tell if it was from the cold or from embarrassment. “Ah… Sorry, I was being weird…” Her voice, like always, was soft. It sounded as if it could break like glass at any moment.

“You weren’t being weird!” George sputtered out. He looked down, knowing that must’ve come out way too fast for his own liking. “I mean, uh… What I meant is that you’re not weird. You were just admiring the scenery!” He kept out the part that he was also 'admiring the scenery’, but it wasn’t the snow

.



The two walked side by side out to a clearing. The snow was about three inches, barely above their ankles. It crunched under their feet, creating a satisfying sound.

“H-Hey… Where did Fred go?” (Name) looked around, hair moving with her head. She just realized he was gone? “He had to… Uh, finish homework…”

Wow. That’s the best he could do?

However, (Name) didn’t protest his reasoning. “Oh… Well that’s good, that, um.. He’s getting his work done, that is…” she said meekly. The strong wind made her quiet voice sound almost silent.

“Are you disappointed he isn’t here?” George asked sheepishly.

(Name) shook her head slowly. “Um, no… N-Not that Fred is bad, though..! B-But I do enjoy spending time with just you, George…” she mumbled with a small smile on her face. George felt his heart pound.

Bu-dump!

How was he supposed to respond to that? She probably meant it platonically, anyways…

Bu-dump!

She sighed, looking at the sky.

Bu-dump!

“It’s so pretty… Each snowflake is made differently from the other…” she said airily. George just happened to take notice of how bright and innocent her eyes were, how soft her skin looked, how her smooth lips were almost begging to be touched.

Bu-dump! Bu-dump! Bu-dump!

He cringed, feeling his heartbeat quicken.

Bu-dump! Bu-dump! Bu-dump!

She looked at him with a sweet smile, light pink colored lipgloss shining. “George, are you happy?”

Bu-dump! Bu-dump! Bu-dump!

Happy? He was ecstatic. How could he not be? She was here with him. She was here with him alone, a smile only he got to see. A voice only he got to hear for the time being. Eyes that were purely focused on him and him alone.

Bu-dump! Bu-dump! Bu-dump!

“Of course…” He felt himself getting shy and flustered. But boy, was it hard when she looked at him with such a face. All he wanted to do was pull her close to his body and press a chaste kiss to her forehead, her body much smaller than his towering form. He wanted her to wrap her dainty arms around him, snuggling into his chest.

Bu-dump! Bu-dump! Bu-dump!

“(Name)… I just…” he started. She looked at him with curious eyes. “Yes, George..?”

“I just have to tell you… I—”

Bam!

He felt a stinging burn on the back of his head. It dripped down into his coat, making his shoulders tense up and his toes curl.

“Ronald! What did you do?!” Hermione scolded. Ron chuckled, tossing a snowball up and down.

George turned around to see his younger sibling, being smacked by Hermione.

He would have to remind himself to beat Ron up later.




Oh, how he regret that day. He should’ve told her everything he felt, despite being hit with a snowball.

From that day, his feelings only continued to grow. He was basically suffering.

And Fred noticed this. He felt bad for his brother, but he didn’t exactly know how to help him.

The two brothers were currently in a courtyard, George pacing a bit and Fred standing against a brick pillar.

And (Name)… Well, she was probably off doing something with plants or books. Either that or napping.

“And did you see the way she looked at Neville? Neville! Neville Longbottom!” George fumed. Fred laughed and crossed his arms. “I think your overreacting. Those two have been friends since the moment they stepped foot onto the Platform.”

George sighed, feeling bad for getting partially mad at Neville, someone who had nothing to do with his deathly brilliant love for (Name).

“Listen, Georgie,” Fred started. “Just ask (Name) out, yeah?” He walked over to him and slung an arm over his brother’s shoulders.

“You’ve been friends for what..? A year and a half or so…?” Fred smiled sincerely. George lowered his head and nodded. “Man up, then! If not, she’ll be snagged away by some other tosser.” Fred twirled his finger before shooting a finger at (Name), whom they had been looking for, shying away from a fifth year Slytherin. She didn’t seem interested, much to George’s joy, but the guy didn’t seem to want to back up.

George stopped halfway through trying to get to (Name) before Fred had placed a hand on his shoulder, as if saying 'Let me handle this’.

“Oi, Robinson! I’m a beater for a reason, yeah?” Fred’s unexpected shouting startled (Name), obvious from the jump she performed and her widened eyes.

Andrew Robinson looked scared almost, starting to back away before breaking out in a full sprint with Fred hot on his tail.

(Name) watched as the two boys ran down the hall, one screaming for the other to 'piss off’ and the other laughing. She sighed, looking around until her eyes landed on George who was looking right back at her.

“Oh, hello Georgie… I should’ve figured if Fred was here you would be here too…” He nodded once in reply.

“Was that guy bothering you? What’s his name…? Andre Robbins?”

“Andrew Robinson… We were partners in Potions once, and since then he hasn’t really left me alone… But I don’t know how to tell him to stop,” she muttered, clutching the end of her robe’s sleeve.

“Well in that case, we’ll just have to stay together! Fred and I will scare him off!” (Name’s) face lit up. She hesitated before wrapping her arms gingerly around George. He recoiled in shock, causing (Name) to immediately step back. “I-I’m sorry…! That was a stupid thing to do..!” Her entire face was red and she was waving her hands wildly. George looked at her, and frankly she looked like a nervous mess. He smiled softly at her and gently hugged her, ceasing her rapid movements.

Bu-dump!

He tried not to think about how warm she was, despite the cold weather.

Bu-dump!

He tried not to think about how the faint scent of peppermint and coffee rested on her.

Bu-dump!

He tried not to think about the feeling of her snuggling comfortably into his chest.

Bu-dump!

He tried not to think about how perfectly their bodies fit together like a puzzle piece.

Bu-dump!

He prayed that she couldn’t hear his heart beating wildly.

She could, but it drew a sweet smile to her face.

She tried not to think about his large hands caressing her back in soothing motions.

Bu-dump!

She tried not to think about how incredibly right it felt to be pressed against him, as if this was the thing she had been missing her entire life.

Bu-dump!

His head was lowered, savoring the feeling he’s been longing for for what seemed like forever.

“Go out on a date with me…” George mumbled, arms tightening slightly around her. She doesn’t move. Her voice was muffled, but still distinguishable. “What?”

“Will you go on a date with me..?” His voice was soft and mellow. She pulled back from him, cheeks rosy and a smile on her face. “Okay, George… I would love to…” Her voice was shaky and sincere.




Admittedly, (Name) had never been on a date before. She had 'experimented’ with some guys, but nothing ever got serious because she wasn’t comfortable.

She was beyond comfortable with George, but that only made her more nervous.

'You can’t screw this up, (Name)…’ She thought.

Looking in the mirror, she exhaled and smoothed out her navy blue skirt.

She wore a blue skater skirt that stopped at her mid thigh, along with black leggings underneath and black boots that came up an inch or two under her knee. A gray sweater and a white collared shirt underneath wasn’t too tight, nor was it too baggy. She didn’t do much to her hair, leaving it down and brushed.

Her makeup was natural, only having foundation, eyeliner, and her signature pink lipgloss.

… Was this too much..? Surely not… Well, at least she hoped not.

It was around seven o'clock when she left for the spot George told her to meet him at. It was right beside the courtyard. When she left, George was already there waiting for her. She eyes his outfit, internally relieved since he was as dressed up as she was.

“Oh, hey!” He smiled and walked towards her. His eyes gleamed in the moonlight and widened. “You look… Uh…” She panicked, lowering her head.

“I-I’m sorry..! The truth is I’ve never, um, never been on a date before.. I-I didn’t know how to dress and—!” He stopped her rambling.

“You look amazing, (Name),” he breathed. She calmed down, mildly embarrassed that she had freaked out. “Don’t be so tense, yeah?” He smiled and rubbed her arm reassuringly. “It’s just me.”

'Just me.’

Yeah, 'just him’. The 'just him’ that had made her stomach turn, cheeks brighten, and heart pound for months now.

She took a deep breath, nodding. “Thank you…”

“Of course.. Now…” He dug around in his pocket for a bit before pulling out a white ribbon. “I’m going to need you to close your eyes for a bit.”

She looked at him with a weird expression. It’s not like she didn’t trust him, but she was just curious as to what he was doing.

“I won’t try anything sketchy,” he laughed. She nodded slowly and complied, letting him tie the silk ribbon around her eyes.




She didn’t know where she was going, having George maneuver her around. All she felt was the wind against her and George’s warmth, as he had instructed her to hold onto him.

The wind stopped along with her. She was nudged onto some solid platform.

“Okay, I’m going to take the blindfold off now.” He did so, the ribbon falling on the ground below her.

Her breath hitched in her throat, taking in the scenery around her.

She was in what had to be the tallest tree in the forest, a flat branch that had evidently been carved to be shaped like an everyday housing hardwood floor. It was like an 8x8 wooden platform. She noticed that there were a few glass bottles of pumpkin juice and a wadded up blanket, indicating someone was up here.

But that wasn’t even the cool part.

In front of her was a dark blue sky, shining stars dotting the sky. The moon illuminated the scene nicely, creating a dim white light.

George watched with interest as she absorbed the landscape.

They were feet up off the ground, but neither of them seemed to be scared of heights.

“George, is this stuff yours..?” She asked, pointing towards the objects on the platform. He nodded once. “Fred and I come up here sometime.” He grinned and sat down, resting his back against the trunk. She sat down next to him after he gestured her to a seat next to him. The blanket was draped over her.

“This was really sweet of you… I love stars…” She beamed. He nodded with a grin. “I noticed… You love natural scenery, don’t you? Like snow and trees…” (Name) nodded in response.

“I do… I spend a lot of time looking out the window…” He noticed that as well. She was always dazed looking at the window, no matter where she was.

The two were staring at each other with a smile, shoulders touching and a blush forming on their cheeks.

“I remember the day I met you, George…” she mumbled. “I couldn’t have been more grateful… No one seemed to care when I got pushed down, you being the first…”

The two found themselves leaning in, only an inch or two apart.

“Yeah..? I don’t know who wouldn’t take notice of you..”

“You’d be surprised…” Her eyes were half lidded when George placed a gentle hand on her cheek and pressed his lips on hers, barely touching.

“(Name)..” His voice was airy and his heart felt like it was about to explode.

Finally, his lips fully connected with hers, closing his eyes. She did the same, cheeks burning.

Everything was silent. (Name’s) heart was swollen, almost crying at how happy she felt at that exact moment.

Bu-dump!

His hands were cupped around her cheeks, pulling her closer.

They parted gingerly, gazing at each other with the same mutual look filled with nothing but passion.

He smiled and intertwined his fingers with hers, warmth spreading through this body.

His heart continued to beat rapidly, pressing his forehead to hers.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long now, (Name)… You have no idea…”

(Name) smiled softly, closing her eyes gently. “I’m so glad you helped me that day, Georgie… I’m so glad I met you…”

He pulled her in for another kiss, this one being shorter and less shaky.

Bu-dump! Bu-dump! Bu-dump!

The two stared into each others eyes, relishing in the fact that they would never let the other one go.

Jean Moreau ‘firsts’ to consider:

  • the first time Jean allowed himself to enjoy a blue sky
    • the trojans had dragged him off to a picnic for “team bonding” and it was the first time he’d been allowed to look at the sky without Riko looming over him
  • the first time Jean felt the grass under his fingers
    • on that same picnic, while Laila and Alvarez were wrestling playfully nearby, Jean looked at the grass under the blanket and ran his hands over it and was in awe at how smooth it was
  • the first time Jean went to a party
    • the Trojans just won a game and wanted to celebrate, so of course they made Jean come along, and at first he’d been apprehensive, but then Jeremy grinned at him and it turned out to be not so bad
  • the first time Jean genuinely smiled
    • unsurprisingly, it was because of Jeremy, who made a stupid pun that Jean wanted to groan at, but he found it humorous somehow so he just… couldn’t help it
  • the first time Jean failed and didn’t beat himself up over it
    • the Trojans rarely lose a game, but sometimes Jean can’t stop a shot that should have been easy. One day he can’t block a shot and he’s surprised to realize he’s just thought “I’ll do better next time”
  • the first time Jean lets himself love
    • it’s not just Jeremy, but also Laila and Alvarez, who show him that love isn’t supposed to be painful or possessive or suffocating and who give him the courage to let the team love him
    • even Jeremy
    • (especially Jeremy)
{PART 11} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; Jungkook opens up to you more about his family - while keeping your attention off the elephant in the room. However, the rosy feeling doesn’t last long when Jungkook drops you home to your apartment.

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time) 

{Part 1}// {Part 10} {Part 11} {Part 12}

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Shameless Imagines 2- You Mean so fucking much to me (Lip Imagine)

Paring: Lip x reader

Request: Could you do an imagine where the gallaghers and Mickey find out you self harm.

Description: You werent like the rest of your Milkovich family, you were weak and you just needed something that made you feel alive again. Everything was fine until they found out and the look on Mickeys face was more than heart crushing.

Warning: Mentions of selfharm, please read with caution. i love you all.

Words:1992

Originally posted by mickeyandmumbles


lip looked at you, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. He didn’t understand how it got this bad, all he wanted to do was fix you, to put every fucking piece that your dad had broken back together.  

You two had been the only ones home in the Gallagher house and decide to have some fun, It had been a while. In the moment you had forgotten about the scars on your upper thigh and Lip was making his way down when he saw them. 

“Whats wrong baby?” you asked, looking at him. His eyes had become glossy and his face had gone pale, you still not realizing what he had seen. He shook his head not saying anything and told you he felt sick before running to the bathroom.

When he got to the bathroom he slid down the walls, so unsure of what he had just saw.He knew how bad things were at home and even with the love and support of Mandy and Mickey it wasn’t even to protect you from Terry and the horrible things he had done.

Lip felt horrible and useless, he couldn’t save you. Lip had protected you from so many things, people at school, creepy guys, Karen, all of it. But lip wasn’t enough to protect you from your own dad, no one was. 

After a few minutes he had returned from the bathroom making some bullshit excuse about food poisoning and how he just wanted to lay in bed with you, honestly you were perfectly okay with that. There was something about being held by Lip that made you feel like everything would be in life.

-

Over the next few days you had noticed that lip had been acting weird, he wanted to go where ever you were, constantly asking you whats on your mind or if you were okay, being more loving and gentile than he normally had been. You had gone home to spend some girl time with your big sister Mandy. You two had been best friends since you were little, Only being 2 years apart you both had so much in common and she was just easy to talk too. You had thought for a while about telling her how bad things had gotten. Even though Terry had once again been put in jail, things hadn’t calmed down for you yet. You had been having nightmares about him returning, about hitting you or hurting Mickey and him making you watch again. You had been so traumatized by one man and it made you feel so weak, and seeing the scars afterwords had made you feel even worse but you couldn’t stop, you needed release. 

You felt kind of numb lately, feeling like you were floating through life, feeling worthless and used. You had wanted to talk to lip about it, but you didn’t want to see the look on his face. When you cried he felt broken. When he had found you on the floor after Terry had left he left broken, whenever you weren’t okay he felt broken. You could see it in his eyes and you didnt want that. You didnt want him to worry, to cry, to feel like he wasn’t doing enough because he was doing more than enough, it was just a phase of pain and once it was over you would be okay again. Little did you know that he was already worrying, already beating himself up for not noticing earlier and he had spent an hour after you left crying.

The next day Lip had called Mickey, Ian and Mandy over to the Gallagher house, he wanted to talk about this and see what they should do. As Ian and you had been best friends since you were kids which led Mandy and Ian to be friends which led Ian and Mickey to become whatever the fuck they were and Mandy and Mickey being your older siblings, those were the people Lip called, the ones who loved you and cared about you,

The 5 of you had become really close, almost like your own little family and lip knew that they needed to help you.

“Whats going on Gallagher” Mickey said taking a seat at the dinning room table next to Ian as Mandy had sat on the other side of the two love birds and Lip had sat on end, making sure he could see the 3 of them.

“Its about y/n” Lip said but then was cut off by Mickey interrupting him.

“I swear to god if you got my sitter pregnant i will fucking kill you with my cold fucking hands” Lip laughed and nodded before explaining that him and you were always safe and you weren’t in fact pregnant which gained a “Better fucking not be” from the carrot boy.

“Me and Y/n were doing some things when I noticed marks on her thighs, both of them. Some were old and some were fresh. I don’t know what Terry has done to her as she hasn’t told me it all but he’s fucking broken her and we need to fix her before she pulls a fucking Monica and I lose the love of my life” Lip said, tears coming back in his eyes.

“You love her?” Mandy asked, a huge smiling coming onto her face.

“What the fuck are you trying to say Gallagher?” Mickey asked, hurting flashing through his voice. Ian grabbed his hand under the table and Mickey laced his fingers with the ginger boys right away.

“I think she’s self harming Mickey, I think living in that house when hes there is toxic for her. He’s ruining her. She isn’t the same. Her smile isn’t as bright and her laugh isn’t as loud. Her eyes don’t shine like they use to” He said., finally allowing tears to fall again.

Who would have though, Lip Gallagher crying, He wasn’t the crying type.He drank when sad emotions came up, but not this time. You were everything to him, his whole fucking world and he couldn’t live without you.

“Ask her to come over, we will talk to her. Tell her we are here.. Maybe she can stay with us for a little. Do everything we can for her” Ian suggested, earning a nod from both the Milkovich siblings.

“Thank you for caring about her, I believe you are the best for her” Mickey said. Mick was hurt that he never realized how much Terry had broken you, he wished he could have done more to protect you from the bastard but there wasn’t much anyone could do when it came to Terry.

You had received a text saying that Fiona had asked Lip to watch Liam and the house was empty and he wanted you to come over. You loved Liam a much as Lip did and when everything happened with Fiona and the drugs and stuff you and Lip had acted like his mom and dad until she had gotten released and you loved it. Since you were a little girl you dreamed about being a parent and being a loving supporting mom, so different than both of your parents. That was your goal in life.

You and lip had talked about it once, saying that he felt the same. He then started talking the big house on the north side that you two would have with your kids and everything you had ever wanted. Thats when you fell so fucking hard for you. He was everything you had ever wanted and nothing could ever change that. 

When you walked in the back door of the Gallagher house you were confused to see Mandy, Lip, Ian and Mickey sitting at the table.

“Whats going on? You said we were babysitting while Monica was working an extra few hours?” You asked as you slipped off your coat and shoes, sitting down on lips lap. His arms went straight to you waist pulling you as close as possible.

“Baby we need to talk to you..” Lip whispered. He didn’t want to cry but you could hear his voice break and it caused you to worry. You stood up eyeing them all. 

“About?” You asked, something was definitely going on and you were scared. Was Terry out? What the fuck was going on?

“We know Y/n” Ian said, looking at you.

“About the cutting babygirl” Lip said turning to you, his eyes extremely glossy and his voice Breaking once again. Who knew one whole fucking sentence could make your whole world crash.

‘Guys please, its not a big deal and I don’t feel the need to talk about this with you. Im fine, its fine now drop it” You said, not letting your voice show the ashamed and sad feelings you felt deep down.

“Sis, we know he was the worst to you, we know you still have the night terrors, we know how broken you feel. Ive tired so many fucking times for him to leave you alone. Watching what he does to you breaks my fucking heart. But me and Lip and Ian, we are gonna protect you. We are gonna save you from him. He hasn’t broken you yet and we wont let him. We love you so fucking much Y/n and you have to stop please” Mickey said, his eyes becoming glossy. The face he made broke your heart.

“Mick.. Please don’t look at me like that. Im fine” You said, trying to make you believe him when you didn’t even believe yourself.

“No you aren’t Y/F/n, you aren’t fine and you need to stop! Do you understand that I cant lose you? How can we get married and have a family if you are dead!? I love you so fucking much and I wont let you do this to yourself anymore. Do you understand? You are worth so much more than that fucking asshole and I refuse to stand and watch you let him win!” Lip said, raising his voice at some point. You started crying, saying sorry over and over and you walked into lips arms, wrapping his arms around your shoulder and one around your head, him placing his hand on the top of you head. He started crying a little too, kissing the top of your head.

Him saying this to you, it made you feel alive again, like when you closed your eyes you saw a future again instead on nothing. You realized that as soon as you and Lip got out you’d be okay. You made a promise to your boyfriend and the family around you that you’d do anything to try and stop and that you loved him.

After everyone had stopped feeling emotional and had calmed down, Mickey had told you that all of them thought it was best to stay at the Gallaghers, still having a room of your own in your house but none of them wanted you to be there when Terry got out. As Ian basically lived at the Milkovich house and Carl was gone to military school and Frank not allowed in the house you had Fiona room to yourself while fiona had Franks room and you couldn’t have to cram into Lips old small bed anymore. You loved the idea of waking up to the love of your life every morning and that lip would be there when you needed him even more than normal.

a month later things were slowly getting better, You hadn’t cut in 3 weeks, the night terrors didn’t come every night like they did at the beginning but when they did lip held you and kissed you and stayed up for a while after you slept to make sure they didn’t happen. You weren’t fixed, it was a slow process but you didn’t feel as broken as you did the night they had told you that they knew. You were so happy they had did what they did, they saved you that night. You couldn’t be more grateful for everything they did for you, they were all family and that would never change.

Don’t Turn Around (Steve Rogers x reader)

Requests: 

1. Can I have a one shot/fic where the reader is 18 and an avenger. She instantly became close to Steve and he’s like a protective older brother, and they’re really close. One day they all go on a mission and she tells Steve that she has a bad feeling. Sometime during the mission she goes missing. Steve is a wreck & about 6 months later they find her. When they do she’s completely broken. Shattered. She doesn’t say anything to any of them on the ride back and there’s an occasional whimper.  When they fix the physical damage she goes back to her room, and she doesn’t really leave it. They all try talking to her but she just doesn’t say much back. One night Steve wakes up in the middle of the night and just hears of crying. So he goes in to comfort her like any big bro would. Once she’s settled she tells Steve every single detail of what she went through and he finds it’s worse than what he imagined.  (It’s already angsty, so I didn’t go into these details)

2. Omg, requests are open. I was wondering if you could write a Steve x reader where they are dating and she gets captured by hydra, so Steve looks for her, finds her and helps her recover

As he sat in the back of the quinjet, relinquishing his control and allowing Sam to fly, Steve sat with an eerie stillness, with the exception of the bounce in his leg to demonstrate the withering of his last moment of patience.  His muscles were rigid and his fists clenched, with closed eyes that allowed the torturous images to continue in an endless loop like a bad movie stuck on repeat. You had told him that something felt wrong before that last mission together.  You told him that you thought they should retreat back, but as usual, he didn’t listen.  He didn’t listen, and now it had been six months since he had last seen you. Because of his own damn insistence on thinking he knew best, you were missing and this was the first lead that they had caught the trail of in that whole time. 

“Steve, I swear, you’re shaking the whole jet. Stop it.”

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A Post about a Captured Keith and Lance.

(Hey guys. This has a bit of torture although I don’t personally think it’s too descriptive thought I’d chuck up a warning for it just in case! So er you have been warned?)

Keith cursed quietly as he woke groggily, looking bleary eyed at his surroundings. He faintly remembered being on a mission with… “Lance?!” The Red Paladin called out for the Paladin of Blue worriedly as he realised that the pressure on his wrists were chains and the room was glowing a faint purple. He heard a faint groan from behind him. “What Mullet?” Came the irritated reply as Lance woke slowly, not realising the predicament the two were in. “Lance I think we’re…” He was cut off by the entrance of a Galran General stalking into the room. Immediately the threats came. However to each question asked about Voltron or its Paladins Lance gave a snarky answer whilst Keith spat profanities. Neither gave the Galra the information they wanted. This happened continuously for about 4 minutes before Lance classily insulted the Galra’s mother. The General whirled around, delivering a hard punch to Lance’s cheek, causing the Blue Paladin to groan slightly in pain. Keith, only hearing what was happening behind him, immediately asked if Lance was okay. The other had mumbled a quick “Better than ever!” in response, not wanting to worry Keith. 
Seeing the Red Paladin’s reaction to a punch the General smiled as they realised how they could get one to speak. 

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memories 01. i don’t know if this is reality or a dream.

he grips the railing, metal kissing his bruises bittersweet. he stops. 

breathe.

he looks off, sharp eyes gauging  hesitance in jin’s soft muted gaze, the warmth of his brown eyes soon replaced by film and hard glass, and it sets him back on course.

breathe.

taehyung closes his eyes and leans forward, the adrenaline in his chest relieved by the sudden weightlessness caught between his heels. he inhales the pinks and oranges of the sky, the waning sun caught between his lips, and for very first time, he soars. he soars far above the ground, above the grass, above jin, and far beyond the dredges of reality he’d been grounded to for so long (and for much too long). and he keeps soaring, suspended in the silence of his chaotic headspace, soaring even farther, even as gravity tugs down his sleeves and begs at his feet.

jin watches, head booming with applause and excitement. the voices holler and cheer, ghosting whispers in his ears, knowing too well of their fixation towards the descending figure before him, as they clap-!  whoop-!  scream–!

but taehyung hears nothing. he doesn’t hear the chorus of gasps when he falls, he doesn’t hear the hurrahs, the satisfaction of having a full audience. he can only sense. sense a blank stare watching him through false mirrors and still windows. sense the impending fruit of his fall. he can sense gravity dragging plastic and glass from shaking hands to shatter on concrete as it drags him whole into the mouth of the tide, pulling jin and his illusions to drown with him.

to taehyung, the world is quiet.

let’s be        
             he smiles.        
                               young forever.


( awake!au by @caramoccii |  memories:
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