If you force an introvert into a social gathering they don’t feel comfortable with/don’t want to go to you are responsible for their good time.
You have to include them in conversations or go sit with them when they have no one to talk to.
Because if you can’t do that, don’t make them come. Don’t force them in a situation where they feel alone and helpless and leave them floundering.
“But it’s good for them to get out.” You’re not making me adapt. You’re not making me more social. You’re reinforcing every negative opinion I have on these gatherings and giving me the resolve to say ‘Fuck off’ the next time you try this.
I want to hug you, kiss you, have sex with you. I want to go out and see the stars with our hands together. I don’t want to be away from you, because I love you so much and it hurt every time that it happens.
Please, stay with me no matter what. I’ll never leave you alone, I promise.
So, I am supposed to be working on a chapter of a story and an angsty oneshot. But this fluffy drabble had to be written. It just had to. ——–
“Draco, we need to talk.” Lucius told his son firmly as he
and Narcissa walked into the room.
Go ahead.” Came the little three-year-old’s distracted voice.
rolled his eyes before stepping behind his son and peering down. “What in heaven’s
name is that?”
had Narcissa circling the table and looking at her son’s face. His tongue was
peeking out of his lips, eyes were narrowed in concentration while brows
were furrowed and he seemed to be drawing something
on a spare piece of parchment. She blinked uncertainly at the pure disaster of
scribbles that were everywhere. If it
wasn’t supposed to be a ball of rubbish, she honestly had no idea what her son
was attempting to draw.
Dobby. Can’t you tell?” Draco looked up with a wobbly lip and sad eyes as he
pointed across the room to the house elf. As if the thought of it not looking
like Dobby was a disaster.
over for the first time and noted that the elf was in an odd pose with an apple
balancing on his forehead.
arched brows, Dobby hurried to explain. “Master Draco asked Dobby to be his
that so?” Lucius drawled with a heavy sigh. “Draco, you can’t order Dobby to
play with you.”
was not Lucius’ strong suit. He looked to the ceiling briefly before shaking
his head. “We will have this conversation at a later date. There are more
important things to discuss.”
hummed a little before looking up with wide eyes. “Am I in twouble? If so,
Dobby did it.”
surprised noise emitted from the elf and Narcissa couldn’t help but laugh
lightly. “No, you aren’t in trouble and don’t blame Dobby for things he didn’t do.”
Draco apologized as he looked down at his hands.
Lucius corrected. For some reason, pronouncing R’s were hard for his son.
brows were pinched in confusion. “That’s what I said.”
you said—” Lucius paused as he decided to let it go. “Nevermind. What I have
been trying to tell you is that we
have come to discuss a pureblood tradition with you.”
had Draco’s expression souring. “No thanks.”
covered her mouth as she tried muffling her laughter. Salazar, she loved her
The hard tone of his voice had his son straightening up and giving him a
serious look. Finally.
you come of age, you will be drawn into a marriage contract. This is something
that most purebloods do and it is a standing tradition of the Malfoy family.”
Lucius shot is wife a look when she crossed her arms. He knew that she didn’t
agree and wanted Draco to find his own spouse but that wasn’t the plan.
blinked rapidly. “You want to run that by me again?”
asked me to mawwy him today! I said I would if he let me have his pudding. He
who pray tell is Hawwy?” Lucius shuddered at the pronunciation.
is my best fwriend. He has pwetty eyes and he said I do too! We are mawried.”
smirked at her husband. “You hear that? He’s already married. Looks like that
marriage contract is moot.”
you can’t possibly—”
stood up rapidly, holding out her hand for her son to take. “I can and I will. You
want to explain to your son why he can’t marry his best friend? Because if so,
you can deal with the aftermath.”
looked between them rapidly. “But…” His eyes filled with tears. “We alweady
mawried.” The sniffle he released had Lucius closing his eyes. “Tomorrow’s the
anni- anniver-” He scrunched up his nose as he looked to Narcissa for help.
She offered picking him up and holding him close.
nodded rapidly as he wiped his eyes. “Yes. I want to give him a gift.”
smiled softly. “How about we go see if we can have one of the house elves cook
him something. What kind of desserts does he like?”
watched his wife and son walk out of the room with a shake of his head. He
looked over and noticed that Dobby was still in the same awful pose. “Cease
that at once.”
the elf let out a noise of relief, Lucius rolled his eyes. “What are the
chances that I’ll get my way in the end?”
that Dobby couldn’t lie to him, so he was interested in hearing the response.
*pop* of the elf’s departure was heard and it had Lucius putting his face in
his hands. “That’s what I was afraid of.”
“Ah… they did? What did they say?” Hongseok passes my phone to me as I read the messages I haven’t opened for the last few hours. Seeing them still hurt because it still feels insincere, as if I was alone in this friendship.
“Are you going to reply?” Hongseok asked while taking one of my hand in his from under the blanket. It was barely even 6am and I wasn’t down for the drama just yet.
“Not yet, let’s have cake.” I say smiling, and dragging him with me over to the kitchen still with my phone in one hand.
I took the cake out from the fridge and set it on the table between Hongseok and I. He placed a candle in the centre and lit it, turning the light off before he took his seat. The room was dark and the winter sun hasn’t yet risen and so all that was left to light up the room was the moonlight seeping through the gaps of the blinds and the orange candlelight. A few seconds after, the room was filled with his voice - he sang happy birthday and I couldn’t help but wear a smile on my face. His voice was pretty and I honestly couldn’t thank him enough for doing all this for me. When the short song came to an end we both clapped, I clapped to applaud his singing and he clapped to applaud me fo coming to life twenty-one years ago.
“Make a wish Y/N.”
“Wishes don’t come true Hongseok.”
“I’ll make sure this one does, as long as it’s realistic and I can afford it.” He laughed as I smiled.
“There’s nothing I want.”
“But there is, I can tell.”
“I just want a shoulder to lean on and not be a burden to people.”
“Done!” I laughed at his enthusiasm.
“I’ll always be your shoulder to lean on, and you’re never going to be a burden to me.”
“It makes me feel as though I’m replacing them because that’s exactly what they said to me five years ago.”
“I’m not asking to take their place silly, but just know that I’m always going to be here for you.” He grabbed my hand again from across the table and rubbed his thumb on the back of my hand. I wanted to cry in this moment because I was so grateful of him and his words.
“I don’t deserve someone like you in my life.”
“Idiot, I told you this already. You deserve more and better but you’re stuck with me now.”
“I like the sound of that though.” We both laughed and enjoyed one another’s company. Until my phone dinged, showing a notification from the group chat. I un-muted the conversation but didn’t think they’d be up to say anything.
As an Empath, I am sure that you occasionally experience draining, exhausting, and hard-to-deal-with spells of overflowing emotions. We build up the energies that we are surrounded by, and this can sometimes be really overwhelming. For me, I get withdrawn and panicked when I am around too many people for too long. It leaves me feeling like I’ve become out of touch with myself, and oftentimes have a hard time getting her to return to me! So, inspired by some asks I have received regarding this topic, I felt compelled to create a list of things to try. Keep in mind that not all of these will work for every person, but I hope that you take with you some inspiration all the same! Without further ado, here are some of my own tips for those with empathetic abilities:
1). Keep notice of your physical health. I know it sounds a bit silly, but something as simple as keeping hydrated can be such a game-changer! If you notice yourself feeling especially drained and emptied of your own emotions, drinking lots of water can be the first step to regaining your own feelings. ♡
2). Take a moment away from the crowd. Have you ever felt especially over (or under) whelmed in regards to your emotions while being surrounded by others? This tends to happen to me a lot and, judging from my own experiences, excusing yourself for a few minutes is very healthy. I often feel a “build-up” of everyone else’s vibes becoming my own, and it leaves me feeling very unlike myself and especially distant. Take some time to be alone in the restroom or to go outside - take deep breaths, ten being your goal. Close your eyes. Center yourself. Gently pinch your skin, squeeze your own wrist, hold yourself. Allow yourself to come back to reality, and to become one again with your own senses. ♡
3). Keep track of your own emotions. As empaths, we obviously encounter so many different styles of basic emotions - we experience unique forms of sadness, happiness, or dread. Why not begin keeping track of what makes *you* feel certain ways? Start a special journal for your emotions. If you are around a certain individual, in a certain place, etc and experience heightened happiness, panic, love, discomfort, what have you… Write it down. Keep track of what makes you feel what. Try your best to notice patterns, and to avoid people, places, or things that leave you feeling negatively, all while welcoming the ones that do not. 😌🙏🏻
4). Practice grounding or shielding. Visualizing methods are not for everyone, but for some, they can very positively influence your state of mind! Take some time alone to meditate and manifest your own personal method of visualization. This could be imagining a golden light surrounding you, acting as a protective shield from others’ vibrations. It could be coming up with a special mantra that you repeat in your head during times of feeling overwhelmed: “I am here… I am real… My feelings are valid, and they are my own.” Practice this technique until you experience draining in real-time, and test our your method during such instances. ♡
5). Lastly… Remember to take time for yourself. Everyone needs to recharge, empath or not. Do not overwhelm yourself with activities or energy. Take a special day every now and then to show yourself some extra love, letting yourself be comfortable in your own presence and allowing the regaining of your own energies. Do something you love that relaxes and rejuvenates you! Focusing on yourself is always the best way to refocus your vibrations, and really embrace what makes you, you. ♡
Plot: You learn your lesson, a lesson about never lying. To never lie about how good your boyfriend is in bed.
I couldn’t do it. Desperate moans, fingers working vociferously at my clit. Images of my boyfriend painted in my mind. I just could not do it. No matter what I tried. A bath, a sexy movie, listening to my boyfriend’s music. Nothing worked better than his touch. And he deprived me of it recently. I just couldn’t cum without him.
I was driven mad by this. Entirely desperate for such an unobtainable release. I knew he was the only one whom could grant this, and I resented him so much for denying it. Sure, he was busy. But how busy can a man be to deprive his girlfriend of her own basic needs? I needed to vent before a fight brewed. So, I did just that.
“Y/N… Why don’t you just talk to him about it?” My best friend confided in me. We were face timing, and I was begging for a solution to such a peculiar problem.
My eyes widened, “No! Are you kidding! If I were to talk to him about this he would just write me off as being horny and annoying, not sexy and needy.” I snapped suddenly at my friend, my own sexual tension, and frustration beginning to escape through words.
Her eyes stared at me for a moment, a smile erupting on her face, “You are so sexually frustrated Y/N.” She exclaimed, laughing to the point of tears welling in her eyes.
I rolled your eyes, finding a small laugh bubbling up within you due to hearing her’s. I sighed, “It’s not funny, okay? He hasn’t done anything with me for, like, 2 weeks. I’m dying over here.” I whined, pouting at the joke of it.
My friend snickered, “Is it because you can’t get him up anymore?” She asked deviously, making me gasp immediately.
“What? No! That’s not it at all!” I defended myself, taken aback by her question. I had wondered about this for the past 2 weeks, but soon enough came to the conclusion that it wasn’t my fault, but rather his.
“Then why on earth would your boyfriend not want to fuck you?” My friend challenged, wiggling her eyebrows. I laughed with her at this, shrugging my shoulders.
“I don’t know… He says he’s busy but when he is home he doesn’t do anything. I’ve been trying so damn hard. It feels like he doesn’t want me.” I relished in my own pity party, a frown overtaking my expression.
“Aww, Y/N… I’m sure it’s not your fault! You’re beautiful, okay? I bet he just feels awkward because he knows he isn’t fucking you right.” At this, I laughed. I laughed so hard that I snorted, catching both me and my friend by surprise.
“Come on though, Y/N… Spill it, he isn’t good in bed, is he? Because if he was, he’d be fucking you every night. Hell, if I were gay I would too.” My friend announced, making my laughter never cease to give up, “Come on! Just admit it.” She egged on.
“Okay, okay. I mean, the last time we did anything he couldn’t even make me cum.” I chimed in. My friend’s eyes lit up at this, “I knew it! He can’t make you cum, can he?” She exclaimed.
I went with the sarcasm of the situation and nodded, laughing with her, “Nope. He can’t.” I lied, making her raise her fists and cheer, “I knew it!”
“I can’t?” Yoongi’s voice cut through the happy aura of the environment, my friend going silent, holding back laughter from the awkward situation.
im so tired of fake friends..
and by fake friend I don’t mean friends that act cool to your face and then talk shit when you leave. No no no no. I mean something way worse than that.
I mean those “friends” who say they’ll always be there for you, the ones that tell you if you ever need anything you can always talk to me, but when you need them they’re nowhere to be found. The friends that make plans with you multiple times and make up some excuse for why they can’t come now or just never text you at all and you’re just stuck waiting until hours later they have some flimsy excuse as to why they never got back with you.
You know… those “friends”.
you: i relate to michael mell because i understand what it feels like to be a loner, for your friend to cast you aside, and to have panic attacks while other kids my age have fun together, leaving me alone and sad
me, an intellectual: i relate to jeremy because i too am in love with christine canigula
Summary: A list of the things you and your boyfriend argue about regularly.
Every couple gets on each other’s nerves it’s just a reality of living together
Tom would get annoyed by your messiness
One day when you were already stressed about something he’d say something passive aggressive about your house looking like a tornado went through it and you’d get so pissed
You’d clean everything and then start nagging him about little things he left around the house just to be annoying
“Um, Tom, that can go in the dishwasher”
“Hey Tom, you need to pick your socks up off the living room floor that’s disgusting”
And he’d just roll his eyes at your pettiness
Then he’d have a glass of water on your table and you’d be like “Tom you need to use a coaster”
“(Y/N) we’ve had sex on this table you’re not seriously going to make me use a coaster”
You would correct Tom a lot about little things like saying a word wrong or his grammar and it’s just totally out of habit you don’t mean it in a mean way but one day he’d be in a bad mood already and it would really start to get on his nerves
“Okay, yeah, we get it, you’re the smart one, could ya knock it off?”
“Knock what off?”
“Correcting me! Sorry you have to be with such a div”
“Tom, I didn’t mean it like that”
“Yeah well you’re making me feel stupid, so if you could lay off, I’d appreciate it”
“Baby, you’re not stupid”
“Just leave me alone for a minute”
Later he’d be all grumbly and be like “Sorry I just haven’t been in a good mood today. I like how smart you are”
You both think you’re the better driver and when either of you is stressed you’ll become a terrible backseat driver and this causes arguments
“Why did you turn?” “This is the faster way” “No, the other way is faster”
“I KNOW where we’re gOING”
“There’s parking RIGHT THERE” “well I know someplace closer” “we’re gonna end up walking a mile”
Ride Me Baby *Part 3* (Harry Styles Mature Mini Series)
Hiya guys, so finally I’m getting this chapter up. I am beyond over whelmed with the feedback ive been getting from this series and I cant be more thankful for you guys reading it and enjoying it! I hope you enjoy this chapter! –K
**WARNING, EXPLICIT AND DETAILED CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK** +18
Word Count: 5,869
Y/N’s POV As I stood there speechless staring at Kendall as she was staring at Harry then glaring back at me like I had done something wrong. Has Harry been cheating on me with her this whole time? My heart started to sink at the thought. Harry and Kendall did date for a while but broke up because of the public always stalking them or taking pictures 24/7, so for all I know Harry might still have feelings for her and sleeping with her behind everyone’s backs. And by his reaction it seemed like he was happy to see her, even though I was standing right there. “Your faces are priceless, cant believe you fell for that one” Kendall started to laugh uncontrollably as she stood clapping her hands applauding her performance. “What the fuck Ken?” Harry’s face slightly changed into a crooked smile as he joined in with her laughter. “What are you doing here? Please come in” He steps backwards as she walked into our room, with her long legs and flat stomach that was on show under her crop top. She is so beautiful, why did he leave her for me? “Y/N?” My head shot up as I was startled out of my train of thought. “Sorry?” “How are you doing sweetie?” Kendall came over to great me with a hug, which I accepted. I had to. Ive never really sat down and got to know Kendall to know what she is like. She is so sweet and polite, I have no hate against her. But for some reason I don’t like her either. “Im good thanks how are you?” “Good, how are you guys enjoying your trip?” “Yeah its great, Y/N has always wanted to come here so I surprised her for our anniversary” Harry butted in as we walked into our kitchen. “Oh my god I’m so sorry I interrupted, I seen that you guys were here so I thought it would be rude not to come down and say hi” She giggled as her stare as with Harry through out the whole conversation. Now I know why I don’t like her. “Aw thank you for popping in Ken” His stare was with her, again. I don’t know whether I’m reading too much into this situation but with the atmosphere it seemed like he was glad to see her or something, I don’t know.
Summary: Modern!AU You hate James Barnes with a burning passion and the feeling is entirely mutual. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, you are tricked into attending his sister’s wedding as his girlfriend. Stuck with a bunch of strangers, you come up with a set of rules that are not going to last long.
Warnings: the usual
A/N: Happy birthday @marvel—fangirl ! Hope you had a great day :) this is unedited bc I’m exhausted