so much anger directed at me


Imagine being the first and only girl in the Penetrator Russ bus.

Author’s note: Here you have it, angels. As usual, a big thank you to Alyssa, @imyourliquor-youremypoison, for being the best beta writer in the world. I don’t even know what to say so, good reading, and if you feel like it, just give me a little feedback so I won’t freak out thinking you guys hated it hahahahah

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7 Years - BadBoy! Jeon Jungkook x reader - Part 2

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After that exciting encounter, you spent your Sunday completing unfinished work and before you knew it Monday had come.

Dragging yourself into class you noted that, aside from you, Jungkook seemed to be the only other person in class this early. You paid no mind to his slouched sleeping figure and unceremoniously dropped onto your seat. You hoped, no, prayed he would not wake up but luck was not on your side as you heard his chair scrape the floor as he stood. His footsteps grew closer until they stopped behind you and you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“What?” You snapped your body to the side to direct a glare his way.

“I stopped wearing my ass as a hat.” He was giving you a stupid smirk and you hated the way it made your cheeks warm and gave you butterflies.

“Congrats? What do you want a medal?”

He leaned in close to your face, smirk still present and eyes sparkling.

“Your ‘thank you’.”

To say you were confused was a slight understatement and he seemed to understand that from the look you gave him. Despite this, he merely chuckled.

“You know, you look cute Jungshook.”

“What in gods name is 'Jungshook’?”

“Just something.” He walked around your desk and sat on the chair infront of you, resting his arms and chin on the top of your desk. Eyes looking up at you from under his lashes, you tried desperately to ignore him by pulling out a workbook and flipping to a random page. Your patience was very short, however, as you snapped a few moments later.

“Shouldn’t you have a random girl hanging off your arm right now? Why are you here?” He flashed his rabbit like teeth at you as he brushed a hand through his hair.

“I was waiting for you. I miss you.”


“Where’s Kookie? I saw him walk through the gates.” Hye Mi’s loud voice interrupted him and he quickly retreated back to his seat as she walked in. She narrowed her eyes at you and stalked in your direction. By the time she reached you, you noticed the water bottle too late. Crisp cold water drenched you and you jumped off your seat in shock.

“What the fuck are you doing!” You shoved Hye Mi and glared daggers at her innocent smile.

“You looked hot. I was just being a good friend.”

You were not going to let her get away with this. Reaching into your bag you grabbed your own bottle and unscrewed the cap, dumping the contents onto Hye Mi’s head. Her screech resonated throughout the room and corridors as students flocked to the entrance to see what was happening. Her friends were quick to react and ran to her side. You stole a glance at Jungkook he seemed as apathetic as he usually did in class.

A sudden push brought your attention back to the matter at hand. Hye Mi was fuming as she reached for your hair and pulled. The yell you let out seemed to grab Jungkook’s attention as he stood and paced towards you both. He grabbed Hye Mi’s hand and stared her down.

“Let go.”

The anger in those two words gave you chills and apparently Hye Mi felt the same as she quickly obeyed. Your anger returned in a few short moments but this time it was directed at Jungkook.

Why did he want to help all of a sudden?

Why now after 2 years of torment?

“I don’t need you to save me, this isn’t a fucking fairytale Jungkook. Leave me alone.”

You left no room for a reply as you grabbed all your things and left without so much as another word.


School wasn’t any better the next day. Areum was off sick and when you arrived Jungkook wasn’t there (you hated that you felt slightly disappointed.) As the day progressed you done your work as you normally would, the death stares Hye Mi and her friends were giving you were nothing new.

Lunch came by quick and you headed to your usual table that you shared with Areum only to find it occupied by none other than Hye Mi and her friends. Not wanting to deal with them you opted to sitting outside. You needed some fresh air anyway. Walking out the lunch hall doors was something you immediately regretted.

You were greeted with the sight of Jungkook sharing a heated kiss with an older girl, you didn’t recognise. The pain you felt in your heart was what confused you the most since you seemed to recall asking him about the girls he normally has hanging off of him only yesterday. Your train of thought was broken when the girl spoke.

“What’s wrong Kookie?”

“Kookie, are you alright? What’s wrong?”

When you returned your attention back to them you noticed Jungkook looking at you with the expression a child would have when being caught doing something they shouldn’t be. However, you just scoffed at him and headed in the other direction.

You refused to believe you were tearing up because of him.

“Fucking hay fever…”


After that, the day progressed painfully slow and you counted down every minute until it was time to leave. You just wanted to go home and let out all your feelings to Areum.

The week seemed to be taking a quick turn downhill, however, as when walking home you decided to take a shortcut.

Your first wrong choice.

Walking past an alleyway wasn’t something that would have intimidated you if it wasn’t for the group of boys lingering in there, smoking. They were obviously from your rival school, judging by their uniform and they seemed to recognise yours too.

“Hey! Hey! I’m talking to you.” The gruff voice from one of the boys made you stop in your tracks.

Your second wrong choice.

The boy who had called out to you, stepped into the light and his obnoxious red coloured hair had set off alarm bells in your head. You had heard of the notorious leader of your rival schools gang but you never imagined you would ever meet him, let alone like this.

You hadn’t notice him draw closer to you until he had a firm grip on your wrist.

“You’re hot for someone who goes to a school like that.” He gestured to your uniform with disgust. His eyes seemed like they were undressing you as he eyed you up and down before a smirk grew on his face.

“Tell you what, how about you come hang with us and me and you can 'play’.” The suggestive idea he had in mind disgusted you enough to make your blood boil.

“How about you go fuck yourself, then you can go fuck all of your little groupies behind you.”

Your third wrong choice

His smirk dropped and his eyebrows furrowed at your reply.

“Feisty bitch aren’t you? Let’s see if you still think the same after I’m done.”

The hold he had on you was too strong and you only realised after trying to shake him off. When that realisation came that’s when you started regretting everything you had done.  He tugged you into the alley way and threw you against a wall. Slamming a hand on one side of your head, he took a drag of his cigarette and blew the smoke into your face, the smoke making your eyes water.

“I just thought you were hot and wanted to make you my girl. It didn’t have to go this way… oh well.” He proceeded to stub out his cigarette on your hand and sadistically smiled at your hiss of pain.

“Just try and enjoy it babe.” As he leaned in your hands made contact with his chest and you pushed him with all your strength. It was a futile attempt and you then realised  how he had gained his title as leader.

“I don’t want this!” You tried to scream but he saw right through you and covered your mouth.

“And I don’t care.” When you felt his teeth come into contact with your neck, you struggled even more and kicked out, hoping you would hit something. You had a stroke of luck as you somehow managed to kick him in a precious area. He stumbled back and yelled in pain whilst his gang acted quickly and pinned you in place.

“Stupid bitch!”

The sharp sting on your left cheek caused a tear to roll down and that’s all it took for the rest to follow soon after.

“Did you just fucking make her cry?” The eerily calm voice of Jungkook had filled the alley and everyone then turned to the new group of boys standing at the entrance. The look of pure resentment on Jungkook’s face had made even the leader stiffen.

“What? Is she one of your sluts Jeon?”

Jungkook completely ignored the question as he took a step forward.

“I asked you a fucking question. Did you make her cry?” The leader only spat at Jungkook.

“So what if I did? Bitch didn’t give me what I wanted.”

That’s all it took for Jungkook to lose it. He charged at the leader, his friends following after him. The members holding you down let you go to join the fight and you slid down burying your face in your arms and sobbing, the thought of what almost happened to you setting you off.

Yelling from the boys filled the alley, even the calm and collected Jin had joined in, delivering his own fair share of punches. The sound of fists connecting with bodies was something you tried your hardest to block out and it was only until you heard Jungkook hesitantly call out your name, that you dared to look up.

“They ran. They won’t bother you again so please… please don’t cry. I don’t like seeing you cry.” He took slow hesitant steps in your direction, scared that you may reject his sympathy.

“Hey! Don’t cry! I hate seeing you cry.”

“Kookie…” The nickname had slipped past your lips before you could stop it and you all but shot into him, your arms quickly wrapping around him. He was clearly shocked at what you had called him but soon recovered and returned your embrace.

“I promised myself I wouldn’t let anything happen to you… and I fucked up so many times but I swear it will be different…”  The genuinely concerned look he gave you was enough to reassure you that things would be different. You felt Jungkook grab your forearms and lift you up.

“Come on… there’s no way I’m letting you go home in this state, I’m taking you to mine.” He draped a black hoodie over your arms and put the hood over your head, directing you down the street, his friends following.

Sitting down in Jungkook’s front living room should have been awkwardly uncomfortable if it wasn’t for the 7 boys doing everything in their power to keep you happy. Jin’s bad dad jokes coupled with Taehyung’s strange faces and Yoongi’s yells of 'shut up’ was enough to keep you giggling. Not to mention Namjoon’s, Jimin and Hoseok’s dancing competition. Namjoon lost.

“Hyung’s! I need you.”

Jungkook’s voice was heard from the kitchen and the 6 boys each stopped what they were doing, one by one entering the kitchen. Their muffled voices were heard and you were sure you heard your name a couple of times but you brushed it off. Not wanting to sit silently and do nothing you stood from your seat and wandered around. Making your way towards the collection of demo CDs on his shelf, you scanned the names and found that one word was always found on each of them.


The memory of Yoongi spray painting those exact letters on the wall a couple of nights ago flashed in your mind and you let a soft smile grow on your face.

“I’m gonna debut in a group one day! It would be a hip hop group with loads of members!”

“So… he was serious about that?” You whispered to yourself. A sudden shout from the kitchen made you jump, effectively knocking over Jungkook’s bag from where it was resting on a table a few moments ago.

“Crap…” You knelt down to pick up the things that dropped out when a picture in his open wallet caught your eye. It was of a 6 year old Jungkook and girl, standing side by side, grinning at the camera. Your eyes developed tears as you let out a mixture of a sob and chuckle. Taking the picture out, you flipped it around and read the messy writing on the back.

Jungkook and Y/N
Best friends no matter what happens.

You smiled at the fond memories.


“Leave Y/N alone!” A nervous 5 year old Jungkook stuttered out. He ran at full speed in your direction, successfully scaring off the girls who had previously threw sand and pebbles at you. It was too late however as the tears you had been holding in streamed down your face.

“Hey! Don’t cry! I hate seeing you cry.” He pulled out a crumpled tissue and wiped your tears away, his face contorted in concentration. Smiling when he had dabbed away all the tears he began patting the sand out of your hair.

“It’s okay. I won’t let anything happen to you!” He grinned, his eyes squinting and flashed his rabbit like teeth.


At the age of 6, both you and Jungkook were stood as close as possible, both grinning at the camera with your two front teeth missing.

“We’ll be best friends no matter what happens, okay?”

You approached an 8 year old Jungkook, sitting on a swing set alone. His head was hung low and he was pouting to himself. You crouched down in front of him and looked up at his face.

“Kookie, are you alright? What’s wrong?”

Jungkook’s eyes snapped open at the sound of your voice and he let out a small sigh.

“Se-Jun said I won’t be able to become a singer in music class today.” His brows furrowed at the memory.

“But Kookie, you’re a great singer! When your a famous singer everyone will love you and your voice! So don’t worry. Just don’t forget about your number one fan.” Your words seemed to work as Jungkook visibly relaxed. He hopped off the swing set and pulled you up, grabbing your forearms and beaming at you.

“That’s right, I’m gonna debut in a group one day! It would be a hip hop group with loads of members!” As he rambled on you merely smiled back at him, silently praying his dreams would come true.


The sound of footsteps brought you back from reminiscing.

“What are you looking at?” You looked up at Jungkook, smile on your face and his eyes widened.

“Wait! I told you I don’t like to see you cry!” He reached for you but you shook your head at him, lifting the wallet and displaying the photo.

“You’re such an idiot. You never really got rid of our memories together.”

He beamed at you, slowly shaking his head.

“How could I? The 7 years we shared together as kids isn’t something I can just throw away.”  You couldn’t control the ever growing smile on your face, happiness bubbling in your stomach. The rest of the boys stumbled out of the kitchen, Taehyung on Namjoon’s back complaining about something to do with having lines in 'Cypher’, Jimin, Hoseok and Suga playfully arguing whilst Jin was snacking on rice crackers.

It seems like your week just got a whole lot more better. Areum was going to love this story.

anonymous asked:

Hi I'm the annon who asked about you doing spam of kyungsoo being jealous please will you do it thank you ❤️

Hello anon, I’m sorry for keeping you waiting for so long. I just recently got the time to check up on the blog again, I wasn’t in such a great place mentally for the past few weeks but I’ve finally managed to get myself together lol 

I couldn’t find as much gifs as I wanted so I’m apologize for the short compilation.

This is the gif I stumbled upon most repeatedly. As you can see Sehun and Jongin are messing around with the ribbon. Sehun is trying to tie it around Jongin’s neck as some form of joke and for some reason Kyungsoo is not liking it . You can see him clearly pulling Sehun’s elbow away and Jongin laughs instantly in reaction.Throughout the whole thing, Sehun is oblivious to it all and you can see him slightly flinch at Kyungsoo’s unexpected touch. He seems startled for a second there. He let go almost instantly after that.  

Apart from the obvious, which is Kyungsoo’s reaction to the man ( possibly hair stylist?) brushing Kai’s hair in somehow questionable way, what I find most interesting in this gif is Luhan’s subtle reaction. Look at they way Luhan seeks Kyungsoo with his eyes almost instantaneously after witnessing the man’s hand in Kai’s hair. In the third gif you can notice a small somewhat knowing smile tagging at his lips. He looks almost amused at Kyungsoo’s reaction and the whole situation. At this point, Kyungsoo doesn’t realize it and is fully focused on Kai. You can notice the way his eyebrows slightly rise up once he notices what’s going on. Humans tend to do that as instinctive reaction to questionable situations or actions they find unamusing/uncomfortable. Kyungsoo’s stare is open, straight and direct which makes it verge on being more of a glare. If you concentrate on the second gif, you will notice the subtle gulp in his throat. He looks way right after, his eyes  down, arm folded. He licked his lips few times (but not shown in the gif). It most likely translates to Kyungsoo not understanding (liking?) what he saw and it made him nervous, possibly uncomfortable. 

I’ve followed Kyungsoo well enough throughout the years that I’ve grown familiar with his expressions and his overall character. I know that he tends to switch from one emotional expression to another in curt, abrupt and sometimes unexpected manner. It’s a reflection of his reserved nature and possibly his upbringing. Most Asian cultures install in children the habit of self-composure, of modesty even in expression yourself. I was personally raised not to laugh too loudly in polite company, not show anger in public and to keep most of my emotion to myself and it be modest in the manner I express them. 

In this gif, however you look at  it, it looks much more than Kyungsoo being.. well…Kyungsoo. Personally, he seems genuinely annoyed to me in here. The way he shifted his eyes so swiftly to the complete opposite direction while dropping the smile immediately is quite telling. Many find Kyungsoo hard to read and label him as the least expressive of the group but in this exact moment, he is technically wearing his heart of his sleeves. It’s all on his face, easily seen.

This is the most interesting of all the gifs I could find. Bodies are incredibly telling. The subtlety in the way they communicate our most inner, unfiltered feelings is eternally fascinating to me. There was a full video analysis of this moment on YouTube but the creator seems to have deleted their channel. 

I’m sure most shippers remember this interview in which a girl called in. She turns out to be an old acquaintance of Jongin and then they started to talk. She spoke to him in a familiar manner and told of how she and Jongin were friends or used to know each other through school. Some other members started to jokingly tease Jongin about having female friends. Jongin brushed them off, saying that they were just normal classmates/friends or some of the like. Jongin was hunched over the mic the whole time he talked. He spoke in a low shy tone, his shoulders, his eyes and his head all pointing inward and down. He was likely uncomfortable/embarrassed with the attention from everyone or probably from the teasing. During the whole dialogue going on, the rest of members were looking at Jongin and mostly smiling, having pleasant teasing expressions, all with the exception of Kyungsoo. 

Those who know Kyungsoo well, know that he is not the fidgeting nervous type. In fact, he is admirably still in the manner that he sits and carries himself. I find Jongin the most restless of all of the Exo members. He seems to never be able to just sit still which is a total contract Kyungsoo who’s always self-composed and poised with his body and his expressions. 

Funny enough, the opposite happens here and you can clearly see Kyungsoo fidgeting with hands, mouth and nose in the gif below the picture. In different instances, he even touches the mic and his headphones couple times. His eyes kept shifting constantly, never actually focused. He looks unnecessarily restless. Students do that commonly enough during long boring classes or patients in waiting rooms.Most specifically it’s a sign of discomfort,, of nervousness, of not knowing how to react to a certain situation or not knowing what to do with your body. It translates to not wanting to be where you are, of  a desire to be somewhere else away from said source of discomfort.  In other words, Kyungsoo is not feeling comfortable in here. 

I could say that he was simply bored and disinterested with the whole interview and he just wanted to catch on some sleep or get some coffee somewhere outside but interestingly enough, his body didn’t express such blunt discomfort  at the beginning of the interview. Here is some pics of him at the same interview.

He looks interested and happy enough to be there. However the sudden almost instant change in his body language the moment Jongin’s old female friend came on air is quite noticeable and..questionable. Whenever one could argue if he was jealous or not is not something that can’t be determined ( unless one is a mind-reader lol) but I personally feel safe enough to assume that he didn’t like the obvious familiarity of the dialogue between Jongin and this girl. Kyungsoo simply felt and looked out of place during the whole exchange and that’s proof enough for me.

I apologize again anon for the belated response and I hope this answered your ask. Have a good day :)

Whatever I Please

Pairing: Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader

Words: 2,420

Request: by Anon!  “Can you write one about tony Starks daughter and she’s in a rocky relationship with a guy. She finally wants to call it quits with him but he stalks her and won’t let up. One day he kidnaps her but she hit the emergency button on her phone. Before they get too far Tony stops them in his suit?” 

Warning: Stalker themes, the boyfriend has an abusive behavior. 

A/N: I was actually rather surprised to get this request, but it was really fun to try to write! I’ve never written Tony before, but I hope you like it nonnie!, please let me know! I’m putting my tag list on this one as well, sorry if you didn’t want to be tagged in this fic, xx 

Feedback is as always greatly appreciated. 

“Y/N, girl. You really need to break it off with Martin,”

You took a deep breath and looked at your friend who was frowning, a deep concern lingering in her eyes.

“I know, it’s just. We’ve been together for so long and even though we have our downs it’s not like it isn’t good either,” you argued back, Ava looked back at you disapprovingly and sighed deeply.

“Does the good outweigh the bad?” she asked and you opened your mouth to answer her, but nothing came out. Because the truth was, the good didn’t outweigh the bad, it was the other way around and it had been like that for too long now.

“Listen, no matter what you guys have been through, he is an asshole, especially for what he did at Cameron’s the other day, he has no right to fucking raise his h-”

“Yes, yes I know,” you let out a sigh, sitting down on your couch beside Ava. You knew the next question that would come from her so you beat her to it.

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I crept a considerable way behind Remus, James, Peter, and Sirius. Remus was grunting in pain and I grew nervous. They made it into the Forbidden Forest and I hesitated. But I took a deep breath and stepped into the woods. I needed to know why Remus was in so much pain and if it connected with him disappearing for days at a time.

I took a step forward but a tiny twig cracked under my feet. I dove behind a bush as the four boys whipped their heads around in my direction.

“Y/n?” Sirius called out. I peeked out from the bush and a mixture of fear and anger flashed across Remus’s face. 

“Y/n! Go back to Hogwarts! Now!

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For the Record

Originally posted by bobbimorxe

Prompt List Request-
Pairing: Jace x Reader
Request #s:
28.“Don’t fucking touch me!”
31. “Why do you keep pushing me away?”

Your feet dangled off the bar’s roof as you watched the patrons coming in and out, laughing loud and leaning against their friends. You rubbed your hands together and pulled out your Stele to draw a warmth rune on the palm of your hand. Angelic powers or not, patrolling New York in the winter sucked.
A few hours of quiet passed when you saw a commotion in the alley next to the bar. A figure in black was stumbling into the trash bins, grasping their side. You were trying to figure out if they were drunk or injured with you saw the flash of a runed hand and blonde hair. Your heart leapt in your chest. Jace.

You jumped down from the roof, landing in front of the injured Shadowhunter. Clutching the side of a dumpster Jace looked up at you and you realized he was a lot worse off than you realized. “Perfect,” he muttered recognizing that the only help he had was his ex-girlfriend. “Jace, what-”
“I’m fine.” 
Both of you knew this was a lie. His hands were covered in ichor, tears in his shirt revealed cuts and slashes on his torso and he was wiping a badly split lip.
“Ok, now say it again without spitting blood.” you said reaching for him.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” Jace growled, jerking away from you
“By the Angel, would you stop being so stubborn!” you said grabbing his arm again, “Let me help!”
Before he could object you yanked up his shirt and put your Stele against his skin, right above one of the biggest wounds. You knew he wouldn’t tug away mid-rune.
“You know if your language was as attractive as your face, you’d be a hell of a catch.” You glanced up and caught him smirking.
“And here I thought it was my Shakespearian wit that wooed all the women.”
You felt yourself on the edge of it- the flirty back and forth that you and Jace used to have. But you knew that would only take you to the past. And you’d be jumping into that past alone.
Shaking off the temptation you went back to business. “What did this?” you asked
“Shax demon. Saw one following a couple on 5th Ave-chased it all the way to it’s nest.”
“Sounds fun,” you said finishing up the rune, “did you take care of it?”
“Of course.” he said, grimacing again. Nice to know the demon’s hadn’t damaged his ego, you thought to yourself.

When you had finished he pulled down his shirt and stood up straight again. “You may have fixed me, but this didn’t fix us.” he said, narrowing his eyes at you. “For the record.”
It was so direct, so much more pointed than his previous jabs that you couldn’t just take it. Not this time.
“For the record, you’re a dick.” You spat out. “I just saved your life and you’re trying to make me feel as bad as you look.”
“It’s the least I could do,” he said. But this retort came without his usual tone of brash anger. Maybe it was the Shax vemon or maybe it was the fact that this was the first time you had seen each in months. Either way, Jace was worn down. You crossed your fingers and hoped this meant he’d be willing to move forward.
“Why do you keep pushing me away?” you asked quietly. 
Jace looked up, confusion washing over his face. Sadness filling in the crease between his eyebrows. His tell. You remember the first time you saw it, after one of the few big fights he’s ever had with Alec.
And then it was gone. His stony exterior returned. 
“Because that’s what has to happen. That’s where you should be. Away from me.”
“For the love of God Jace! I’m not some demon you can send back to hell!” You lost it. You watched as he opened up, and for a second you had hope. Then it was all gone. Shut away with the truth. You were tired of shutting everything away. “Our past is not something you can just send to hell. You have to deal with it,” you said shoving him. “Man up and face it!”
Jace took the shove. And he took the hits that followed. You swung, making sure to land a punch on the side of his face that wasn’t still healing. You aimed for a hit to the gut. But on the third hit, after your shouts had turned to tears, he stopped you. Grabbing your wrists and shushing you, he pulled you close. When all you had left in you was heavy breathing, Jace took your face in his hands and kissed you. “You’re right,” he said, breaking this kiss but still holding your face close to his. “And I should have done that a long time ago.”

Doll (B.Barnes)


Bucky Barnes

Warnings: angst(?), swearing, Bucky being an idiot, jealous Bucky possibly

A filler until I publish my next smut, enjoy xo

At first, everybody thought it was a fluke. It had to be, that’s the only way this thing made sense. It was a simple slip of the mind, nothing uncommon for Bucky.

But when Bucky didn’t make a move to correct himself.. that’s when things got confusing. 

Nat thought he mustn’t have noticed when he called the pretty brunette at the bar ‘Doll’. Wanda thought he was a little tipsy, despite knowing very well that was an impossible thing. But Y/N, well.. Y/N knew it was no mistake, no slip of the tongue. 

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The Different Stages of Recovery from Sexual Abuse/Assault

No one has formerly outlined this before, but I’ve been at this for over 20 yrs and a see these repetitive stages or breakthroughs that happen.  

When survivors disagree about advice, it’s often because what is appropriate at one level is absolutely necessary in other levels. 

  • ADMITTING TO YOUR SELF you were sexually abused.  

We are all groomed from birth  to accept male domination and fault for causing their negative side.   This leads us to believe we deserved the assault(s) and/or we are blaming eve. This cognitive dissonance (imbalance betw heart, mind & body) causes us to act out in anger, addictions & we are told repetitively we are at fault for our actions, never relating it to the original traumas because they are so numerous we become numb.  RECOVERY: We decide to become a feminist & label patriarchy.


This again gets blocked by internal shaming depending on how much grooming you already received.  Realize that with all sexual abuse, the abuser uses emotional abuse to direct threats of death.  This is why? If you tell me about the grooming, I now there’s verifiable sexual abuse or the grooming wouldn’t exist.  Grooming proves your brain is struggling and therefore the abuse did happen even if you don’t remember it.

But you have to be very careful who you disclosure to because if sexual abuse in systemic in your family everyone will turn on you to keep the secret.  This includes your own mother, siblings, even religious figures & teachers if they feel dealing with the abuser is harder than simply discounting you.

This step requires you to solidify you convictions that you are a victim but it also requires you to identify who will be a friend or foe and finding out who is a foe can be even more damaging then the sexual abuse; realizing the reality of who “really” loves you can be devastating.

You also can not trust just any therapist just because they’re degreed; you must find an therapist who specializes in sexual assault.  When they go to school, they get the entire field from ADHD to DID and one week on sexual assault.  Our traumas have not been studied and not deemed high priority in teaching for years.   RECOVERY: call a sexual assault center and get a therapist who interned there to get their degree.


To seek public justice, socially, civil, criminal, you have to be at the point you are not afraid to claim your name and victim status.   This is the stage I say is similar to coming out gay.  How you choose to do this can range from social shaming, videos, Bill Cosby method to filing Title IX or a police report.  

Problem is? you need to be prepared & strong enough to deal with what was first the patriarchy push back to keep silent within your self, then within your personal family friends to know every Tom Dick & Harry out there who believes they know the truth.  This is why I would have your support network solidified before you take this step. 

This is where I am absolutely against the trend patriarchy has of not revealing the victim’s name.   Patriarchy put this in place which in my opinion only deepens the shame.  It teaches you that if everyone found out you were raped it would destroy your life.  Isn’t this victim-shaming?  They label it as protecting her identity but how will she every shake the internal self-hared until she has pride in her survivor status.  If your not ready to tell the world you are a rape victim, I would not seek public social justice because when you don’t get support the scars to your self-esteem will be deadly. If you were stabbed, would you feel the need to keep you name secret?

 At each one of these stages you will receive huge resistance to keep the issue quiet and status quo.  You’re a liar.  You wanted it.  It was consequential. 

Please don’t believe the BS that all you need to do is come forward and the truth will make things right and justice.  

No, it just starts your battle against the rape culture.  First within yourself, then within your family/friends, then within society and popular opinion.

It can destroy your family relationships and while you must do this get rid of that anger, if your not prepared and strong enough in your self-esteem you can easily dip into suicidal depression and that’s why sexual assault survivors have such a high rate of suicide either directly or indirectly/slower from addictions from drugs to food. 

where’s the coraline au

so at first i wanted to make it a Zimbits Coraline AU and I knew exactly how I wanted to do that! It would work out! Heck yeck!

And then I realized how much better a Nurseydex Coraline AU would work

And now I have all these ideas. Which are. Under a cut because it got waayyyy longer than expected. (Probably still gonna flesh out that Zimbits version though) (also if there’s a coraline au point me in the direction because Coraline is one of my two absolute favourite movies and I would give my soul for it) (Pacific Rim is the other one and I have the craving for that satisfied. For now.)

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platinumparfait  asked:

Is it an unhealthy use of Fi if ever the user doesn't think about how other people feel when there's so much turmoil on the inside that the user can't even fix? An example of this would be me figuring out how to control my emotions towards someone that I don't get to think about how my actions are actually causing him to feel uncomfortable. I just thought that the feeling I have towards him and giving to him isn't really a problem until he told me he feels uncomfortable because of it.

This is extremely common in Fi types, but you know what? I don’t think it’s necessarily unhealthy. I think it’s normal. I’m not really thinking about how you may feel in response to my answers as I write this; I’m just focused on answering you!

The natural preoccupation of an introverted function is pointed toward one’s internal mechanics. Introverted Feeling therefore is preoccupied with how it feels over the needs of others, simply because what is going on inside the Fi user is so incredibly intense, it’s hard to divert energy outside oneself when one is having strong emotions. If I am upset, or depressed, or hurt, it is extraordinarily difficult for me to tune in to other people or to notice how I am making them feel. In truth, I simply do not care. I feel like I am dealing with a hurricane inside me; they can wait until I have figured out how to find the eye of the storm.

That does not make me a bad person, unless I am being horrible to them.

I found myself in a bad mood the other day and snapping at people. I did not like it, so I stepped back and asked, “Okay, girl, what is REALLY going on? You know damn well that the things you’re mad about today do not really upset you. 99% of the time, you are super chill and nothing upsets you.” Turns out, I was anxious about my kitten’s first trip to the vet and channeling that anxious energy into “anger.” I directed it into taking issue with minor problems, nitpicks, insults, and misunderstandings instead of saying: “I’m anxious, but it will all be fine.”

Here’s my take, as a Fi user / my life emotional mantra:

Your emotions are your responsibility. You cannot control how others treat you, but you can control how you respond and how you treat other people. If your feelings are out of control or causing pain, you have to reign them in.

Your mental well being takes precedence, because you are all you have. Guess who the one person you are going to spend your entire life with is? You. Thus it is in the best interest of yourself to take care of your mental health. If this means staying away from toxic people or those who bring out the worst in you, so be it. If this means you need alone time to deal with your feelings, so be it. If this means you have to stand up for yourself, so be it. But you owe it to yourself to be the healthiest person you can be, emotionally; so it’s up to you to find out what works, what you believe, what matters most to you, and stand by it.

You should value other people’s feelings as you value your own. Since you automatically have a Fi thing where you think, “But I wouldn’t want someone to treat me like that,” you probably already have an idea of how to treat other people as human beings with feelings. Part of respecting other people is listening to them even when you are in pain and learning and abiding by their boundaries. If someone says, “Please don’t do that to me, it makes me uncomfortable,” you need to stop doing it out of respect for them.

I had a bad habit as a teenager (call it my “rebellious” phase) where I would push my dad’s buttons all the time for kicks. I never once thought about how he might feel; I was too wrapped up in my own moodiness. Once I matured, and felt guilt for being unnecessarily rude, I realized what I was doing was causing him anguish and was unnecessarily cruel, and I would not like others doing that to me – and I stopped. I now direct those energies (my natural intuition into how people tick) into being a peacemaker between him and my brother, who also pushes his buttons but not intentionally; I use it to solve their communication problems and diffuse anger before it erupts. The feeling that leaves me with is so much more amazing than the selfish emotions I had from causing trouble.

There’s a reason Fe’s think Fi’s are “selfish.” Plain truth: it’s hard for us to look beyond ourselves to other people, and our compassionate treatment of others is often tied to our own wants, beliefs, and desires. (”Well, I would not want to drive that far, so she doesn’t want to drive that far, either.”) The “selfishness” is something we cannot help, in the sense that we have literally no choice but to deal with our emotions and our morals FIRST. Because we are not “tuned in” to other people emotionally, when we people please (to avoid conflict, so we don’t have to deal with other people’s emotional angst)… we get it wrong. The solution is effective communication and to train yourself to actually think about how the other person feels by asking them what they want.

I had a miscommunication this week with a friend, where I realized she thinks she has to take a day off from work to visit me whenever she drives out. When she worried that she could not get a day off (and therefore could not come) this weekend, it was an enormous relief to her to have me say, “Come anyway, we can have fun over a single night.” She thought I always wanted her for two nights, because that’s how it’s always been. I, meanwhile, thought SHE always wanted to come for two nights. I never imagined she thought that my invitation to come hang out only referred to two night stays! I had never invited her for one night, because I would not want to make that long drive just to stay one night. I was thinking about how I would feel, and assuming she was the same; when she is the opposite. As an SFJ, she would be happy with one night, so long as she got to see me, and talk, and do things, and have a brief break from work.

I am gradually learning to tune in to my friends… and ask them questions. I think sometimes my fear of conflict or hurting their feelings is unnecessary; because open, emotionless, curious conversation does not hurt feelings and in this case, could have saved her endless angst (”Can I get time off???”). 

Ideally, a Fi needs to figure out how to handle and deal with their own emotions in ways that do not cause collateral damage; they need to mature to the point where they know what battles to fight and what insults to take personally, so they have more energy to divert toward paying attention to their friends and family’s emotional responses. A Fi will never “read” the emotions the way a Fe does, but a Fi CAN learn to be socially appropriate and ask what the other person wants. If anything, Te users like to have their cards on the table, but a high Fi can be too shy to ask, “What do you want from me? From this relationship? Am I giving you what you want and need?”

But sometimes, asking is what the Fi needs to do.

- ENFP Mod

anonymous asked:

drabble challenge: 86 or 64! :))) thanks

A/N : I literally have no problem with Tess Ward. I think she is gorgeous and pretty cute. I just needed a name and hers came to my mind first. So please no hate.


Fighting in the Styles household is not often but not rare too. When you get upset, Harry tries his best to make it up to you. But this time he had his doubts. It wasn’t his intention. He just thought that it would be fun to play with you. He didn’t mean for this to happen.

“Please don’t be upset, love. I really didn’t think it would turn out be be so bad..” he said to you as he loosened his black tie and started unbuttoning his white shirt. “I thought, this would turn out to be hilarious.” He added.

You rolled your eyes, “That’s exactly what your problem is, Harry! You never think when it comes to matters like this one. She was totally trying to fill you up- anyone with two good working eyes could see it. How could you not?!”

He looked at you and let out a heavy sigh. You were right. It was his fault. Tonight was Anne and Robin’s fifth wedding anniversary and Harry knew that his mom had invited one of his ex-girlfriend who he was still friends with.

Normally, YN was the least jealous girlfriend. She never had a problem with the heavy female fan base he had. She was always understanding about everything. The only time she would get territorial was when a female who knew him was trying to get his attention. Tonight was no different. Harry thought it would be hilarious and sexy to see YN get jealous. The jealous look in her eyes always made him horny and his want to have her increases. He loved when sometimes she got territorial. He loved the roughness once in a while.

“I just thought she was being overly friendly, babe. You know how Tess is, she can get out of hand when she’s a bit tipsy.” he tried to find an excuse which would calm her down but nothing seemed to work.

“No, Harry. I don’t know. But you must know exactly how she gets when she’s a bit tipsy! It was quite a sight seeing her kiss you so close to the lips!” You fumed.

You angrily went into the shared closet. All the covers were in the laundry room getting washed, and you could only fine one blanket in the closet. Pulled it out of the self and walked back into the room. You saw Harry sitting on the bed, you threw the blanket at him.

“There’s only one blanket tonight. You can have it because there’s no way I’m letting you sleep in our bed with me tonight.” He sighed at your words and stood up with the blanket. The moment he stood up from the bed, you walked to the other side and lay down on it, facing away from him.

He walked up to you and knelt down beside the bed. He unfolded the blanket and draped it over you.

“Here, take my blanket.” He said as he tucked you in the soft material, he kissed your forehead multiple times, “Goodnight, my love. I’m so sorry for tonight. I was wrong and I hope you can forgive me for being such a knob. I love you so much.”

After saying that he stood up and walking towards the door.

“I love you too. Even when you anger me to no end.” You mumbled back.

Either way that night the two of you went to sleep, with a smile on your face. The next day, he was sure he would find a way to make it up to you.

your fave is problematic: crankgameplays

• lurks on other youtubers channels, most definitely trash like the rest of us
• probably sends people memes at three am, unaware it’s three am
• calls himself a meme lord
• likes pinapple on pizza?? apparently it’s problematic to some so
• his hair is a primary color, so then he thinks he is primary to the situation
• still says xD
• doesn’t proofread anything ever
• only wears sweaters and that one hat that says “hentai” on the front
• loves dogs more than people
• too much anger for such small child; will fight anyone no matter how much skill they have
• all of the netherlands is taller than him
• heck i’m taller than him
• probably doesn’t read directions when told to
• is too cute for the universe

On The Importance of Luna-P

I’m not really interested in comparing the manga to the anime directly for a myriad of reasons, but this was such a drastically different detail that I immediately started thinking about it. AND WHAT IS THIS BLOG IF NOT WHERE I OVERTHINK TINY DETAILS

Here, when Luna-P approaches Black Lady, she bats it away saying “What an annoying toy!” In the anime, we get this:

Black Lady hugs Luna-P to her (changing its crescent moon to the Black Moon mark) and says it’s her only friend. These two moments couldn’t be more different.

So why this change? The anime does have the additional element of this being when Usagi is forced to accept that Black Lady is really Chibi-Usa, but it’s not like this was the only way to do that, so it can’t have been the motivation behind the decision. Instead, I think it’s all about Black Lady.

There’s actually a lot of difference between the two versions of Black Lady, I think. In the manga, she’s really just more evil more than anything else. In my translation (assuming accuracy of course), her entire corruption at Wiseman’s hands is:

You have shown me the darkness in your heart. You were too strong for the world you came from, so you broke through all obstacles to reach me here, at the end of the world. There’s no turning back now. I can help you realize your unknown potential. Come with me. Come along with me.

She takes his hand, and that’s that.

It speaks, I think, to where Chibs is at in the manga, which is also a very different place to the anime. Manga!Chibs sees Pluto smiling at Endymion, becomes jealous because she thought she was special to Pluto and isn’t super cool with the idea of “sharing” her, and runs off to be found by Wiseman. Here, you can see elements of that darkness in Chibs. Her reactions are incredibly self-centered (which is not a condemnation; she’s a fucking child for fuck’s sake and her parents barely seem to care about her [who knows about the Senshi, they functionally don’t exist]) and you can see where she WOULD be angry. I’m not sure that motivation entirely bares out for me from there, as once she has power, she directs her attention to “claiming” Mamoru, who isn’t even PART of that situation. I think it would’ve worked much better for me had she focused on Pluto instead, but welcome to my manga experience, I suppose. My point being, Black Lady in the manga is born of selfishness and anger, and “evil” is mostly what she exhibits. By smacking away Luna-P, the response it elicits from us is “Wow, Black Lady is so bad! Chibi-Usa’s so lost to us!” Obviously I don’t know how her story is going to play out in the manga yet, but that moment’s intent is to produce hopelessness in the audience and the characters.

The anime handles this so differently. I think due in part to how we’ve, by necessity, spent so much more time with Chibi-Usa. We’ve seen her develop relationships not just with Mamoru and Usagi, but with Mako, Ami, Minako, and Rei. Her support structure is so much larger here, and so corruption by way of a smile just isn’t going to work. Because anime!Chibs has so much more she can draw on, the focus shifts from outside motivation (Pluto smiling at someone not-her) to internal. And the moment that sets events in motion frame this so well. What breaks her is that Usagi fails. Chibs has spent the entire season trying to heal her mother on her own, and then trying to trust the others enough to accept their help. By this point, she believes that Usagi will save her mother without question. AND USAGI FAILS. Unable to bear that her hero had failed, that everything she’d been through was for nothing, and driven by the guilt that her mother was beyond hope due to (she believes) her own actions, Chibi-Usa runs. This is when Wiseman finds her, and then spends the entire fucking episode confirming her fears, twisting her memories, and convincing her that nobody ever has or ever will love and care for her, the thing she’s most afraid will happen when the truth is discovered.

This is the part where the anime and manga meet on mostly the same terms: Chibi-Usa’s feelings that nobody loves her. Then they speed down different highways again. Rather than batting away Luna-P, in the anime, Chibi-Usa embraces it. It completely changes the face of the reveal: rather than the idea that Chibs is lost to them, the horror is in that this was done to her, that she could feel so alone to come to this. Black Lady hugging Luna-P reveals that however she looks now, in her heart she’s still just a desperate, scared little girl.

Despite how little I’m connecting with the manga, I do generally like how it’s handled Chibi-Usa. I’m not sure the Black Lady thing is working too well for me, though, but that’s for a variety of reasons, from what I feel is a misfire in her focus to Takeuchi’s over-reliance on brainwashing as a plot device to Black Lady being as generically evil as every other generic evil, when she should be packing a much greater emotional punch. Her batting aside Luna-P, though, as a moment, works well to further the divide between Chibi-Usa and Black Lady.

The anime’s choice to have her embrace it, however, furthers the connection between them. We’re seeing Black Lady, but also the Chibi-Usa who’s still there, and in pain. It does eliminate the element of hopelessness that the manga highlights and underlines, but trades it for a personal connection that, for me, resonates better in both the long and short term.

I think both are really interesting directions, though, and perhaps more than any single moment I’ve seen thus far, epitomize the differences between the two iterations of the story.



(warning: swear words)

Everyone in the lunchroom screamed and panicked. JD had shot someone. Again.  While everyone else scurried and stampeded to get out of the building, you ran into the gym. JD followed, trying to catch up with you. You thought you had told him you were done with this Bonnie and Clyde shit, but he just had to take another innocent life from your high school.

“Y/N! Wait! Where the hell do you think you’re going? I killed her for you!” You spun around, with a look of pure anger on your face. He loved it when you were angry, but not so much when it was directed towards him.

“I thought we were over, Jason Dean! I don’t want any more people dead because of me.” You were inches away from his face, and staring him dead in the eyes. Before you knew it, he was kissing you. You pulled away and shoved him in the chest.

“You fucking psychopath!”

“I did it because I love you, Y/N! She was the one who had been messing with you, right? I remember you were complaining about her.” JD sighed and pushed his hair away from his face. “Why do you put up with these people, Y/N? You deserve so much better. You deserve everything.” He reached out and tried to push a strand of hair back behind your ear, but you swatted his hand away.

“Get away from me.”

I love Heathers! Thanks to the person who requested this, hope you like it :) I might make a part two if you guys want?


It’s been nearly a year. The past is exactly that, unchangeable. I have accepted things about her, about me, that I never wanted to, and never thought I could. I am better than the girl that sobbed at the edge of her bed begging her not to leave. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt sometimes when I think about it too much.
It’s painful isn’t it? The healing. It isn’t predictable, you can’t prepare for what it does to you. Days pass so slowly but in the end, if there is one, it feels like a blur. Nights weren’t as bad as the mornings. I’d wake up with the sun aggressively peaking through my blinds to an empty side of the bed where she used to lay, and the pain would resurface. If I’m being honest, I still feel that way sometimes. Not because I miss her, but I miss the company of someone. There was always so much beauty in the silence of the first minutes of daybreak. Rolling over to the comfort of another warm body, so easily wrapping my arms around her, the way she’d squeeze tighter once she felt my skin on hers. It was like reassurance she loved me back without even opening her mouth.
I look in your direction from time to time, and I don’t see the home that you once were to me. It’s a strange feeling really, knowing so much about you, seeing what others don’t, but being reminded that you ruined me. If it wasn’t you, maybe it was us, how toxic we were but how I couldn’t bare to let you go. I don’t think I could have even if I tried.
The healing has been painful. I am subtly reminded of it during lonely mornings or the seconds where you glance in my direction.
I made the mistake of putting so much of me into you, that when you left I didn’t feel whole. You still have a few pieces of me, things you know and have seen about me that no one else will. I’ve decided to find comfort rather than anger in the idea that we both know each other in a way that only we understand. I hope you know there will always be a part of me that still sees you lightly, no matter how dark you made my world when you left.
—  the truth about healing
Mine--Imagine #25

Anonymous said: Hi! I hope you are taking request. Could write one where the reader and crush are good friends and the reader gets jealous when her crush wants to describe her the girl he likes not knowing it is actually her. Or something like the crush thinks the reader likes his best friend and gets really jealous, with a fllufy ending. I don’t know, I like the idea of one of them getting jealous lol

Anonymous said: Can you write a hatelove imagine?:) and c/ngets jealous when you are a bit too close with an other guy… 😝 i love cliche :D

Anonymous said: Hi, I literally just read all of your imagines, I love them! Could you do something where y/n has a sort of love/hate relationship with c/n and they argue all the time but she secretly likes him and one day he gets frustrated and kisses her roughly?

A/N: Combined these because they were all pretty similar. Honestly, my writing is shit. 

 O/g/n: Other guy’s name

Him. His stupid hair. His stupid smile. His stupid laugh. His stupid eyes. His stupid voice. His stupid face. His stupid body. His stupid self. Him

I hated him. 

And I had to spend my fucking free time with him now because we were both paired up to do a huge history project that was worth half our fucking grade. He was none too pleased with our teacher either and if there was one thing we agreed on it was that we didn’t work well together. 

I slammed my palm into the steering wheel of my car in my frustration, causing it to honk.  

“Woah, guess I’ll have to add anger management problems to the list of things that make you scary,” c/n said from the passenger seat of my car, raising up his hands in mock surrender. 

“Yeah, and make sure you write down the cause of it. Actually, never mind, you probably don’t even know how to write your own name,” I plastered an obviously fake smile on my face, glancing at him.

“Well, I may not be able to write it well, but at least I can contain my temper better than some people,” He said, taking off his snapback only to pass a large hand through his full, thick hair and place it back on. 

Normally, I didn’t care that boys did that but when he did it, my insides twisted with agitation. 

“Too bad you can’t contain your annoying personality,” I mumbled, squeezing the steering wheel. 

If he heard that, he didn’t mention it. 


After a painful drive to my house full of bickering and me slapping c/n’s hands away from the radio because he had terrible taste in music, we finally made it to my house. 

“Next time you need a ride, call an Uber, because I am not driving your lame ass around like a damn chauffeur, dealing with your shit every time we get together for this fucking project,” I grumbled, walking to get a snack from the kitchen. 

“My god, y/n, do you kiss your mother with that mouth?” c/n asked, a hand resting over his chest in mock shock. 

He walked to the couch and slumped down into it, taking the books out from his backpack. I walked into the living room, sitting at the other end of the couch, farthest from him. 

“And I told you before already,” he continued, “This is the only time you’ll have to be picking me up and dropping me off. My parents are out of town and my siblings are off doing god knows what with the remaining cars. So, this will be the first and last time you’ll be having to do a favor for me, thank god.”

I rolled my eyes, huffing as I stuffed another chip into my mouth. Hurriedly, I grabbed the books and supplies from a side table where I had left them earlier, prepared and ready for our Saturday project session. 

“Whatever. Did you bring that book we need?” I asked, studying some of the detail on our version of the Roman coliseum.  

“Yes, mother,” He rolled his eyes, scooting down onto the floor, so he could work better on the structure we were close to finishing. 

He’d laid the book on the table in a position that was easy for both of us to read. We worked in silence, except for our bickering of the placement of certain things and if it was perfect enough. 

Arguing with him got me worked up in a way that I couldn’t explain. Getting him mad was addicting. The way his eyebrows scrunched and his face flushed, veins in his neck and forehead bulging if I managed to really get under his skin.  Not even half-way through, he’d thrown his snapback off, and his hair had been messed with so many times it stood in all different directions. If I didn’t hate him so much I’d say he looked adorable. 

But I did hate him. And he most certainly was not adorable. Or hot. Regardless of what all the girls at school whispered about him. It only angered me more when I heard them talk about how delicious he looked, sweating in his gym clothes at school, or if he was as good a kisser as everyone thought he’d be based on how his lips looked. Some part of me was satisfied he’d been paired with me and not any of those girls. Because if they tried to make a move on him it’d be have to be in school and not the safety of their homes. And instead of getting a googly-eyed girl stroking his ego, he’d ended up with me, someone who challenged him and wasn’t a part of the c/n fanclub. 

In my reverie, I’d been leaning over our structure, not noticing the close proximity my body had come into with c/n’s. My face was set in concentration while trying to glue a piece onto the structure. I was so lost in my thoughts I didn’t notice that the side of my body was pressed right up against the side of c/n’s. I needed another piece to attach to the piece I was already gluing on so I reached behind me to grab the bag of them off the side table. 

This was a bad move. My breasts pressed flush up against c/n’s arm. C/n turned his upper body to me, a look of surprise on his face. I squeaked and lost my balance as I was leaning forward to reach the table behind c/n and instead ended up falling against him, our chests flush against each other now. 

It all happened so fast that instead of putting us upright, c/n fell with my force. I ended up on top of him, him laying under me and our startled breaths intermingling as we stared wide eyed at each other. 

The first thing that registered was how solid and firm he was under me. I felt the muscles in his stomach contract through his thin henley as our silence went on prolonged and we studied each other’s faces. I had never noticed how long his eyelashes were or how he had a small scar just at the top of his forehead. I felt an urge to ask him how he’d gotten it. 

His hands slid under the hem of my shirt, large and warm, making my skin burn at the contact. My eyes slid shut as I felt his thumbs gliding over my skin in circles, caressing me in a way that made me want to moan. 

That’s when I snapped my eyes open. Realizing the inappropriate position I was in with a guy I absolutely loathed. Nope, nope, nope! No way was I letting his annoying ass think he could seduce me. I jolted clumsily upright, still in shock of what I’d just done, what he’d just done. Instead of swiftly getting off him though, I ended up almost falling backwards. My core was in direct contact with his and I squeaked at the feel of a large bulge, as I awkwardly climbed off him, resisting the urge to grind down into him. He let out a strangled noise that almost sounded pained as I did this and my whole body flushed with heat. 

Holy shit. My arch-nemesis just got a boner. And I caused it.


“Your hair is so soft. Here, feel mine,” o/g/n dipped his head. 

Giggling, I ran my hands through his hair. It felt very silky, but suddenly I was picturing c/n’s hair between my fingers and not o/g/n’s. God, was I ever going to recover from that weird moment c/n and I had shared? 

“It’s definitely silkier than mine. I mean, god, you must use more product than most girls I know,” I joked, laughing. 

“It’s worth it. Especially since if I can get a certain pretty girl to run her hands through it,” o/g/n winked at me. 

“Jesus, o/g/n, don’t you have something better to do than subject people to your horrible flirting techniques. Me and y/n have business to discuss,” c/n suddenly appeared next to o/g/n. 

I watched, shocked, as the two guys in front of me engaged in a weird stare down. C/n’s jaw ticked, and I noticed his hands were fisted around his backpack straps. 

“Business huh?” 

“Yes, we have a project we’re doing and I need to ask her a question,” c/n spat back. 

“Wow, it’s like I can almost feel the testosterone polluting the air. Look, I’ll talk to you later, o/g/n,” I smiled at him, as the two boys turned to face me almost like they’d forgotten I was standing there. 

O/g/n left with a “see ya” and another strange, heated look to c/n, which was promptly returned to him. 

“What the hell?” I yelled at him. 

“What the hell, what, y/n,” c/n asked, crossing his arms.

“That was way out of line and you know it. I get you’re an asshole to me, but you don’t have to go and ruin my chances at meeting decent people,” I scowled. 

“Please, I did you a favor, interrupting that weird interaction you guys were having. Does the guy have a hair fetish or something?”

“Guess I’ll never find out since you’re acting like an overprotective big brother,” I threw back.

C/n make a disgusted face. “Please do not ever insinuate that I am related to you. It makes my skin crawl.”

I let out an exasperated groan. “I’ll insinuate whatever I want. Now get your ass in my car before I murder you. Big bro,” I smirked. 

“Fuck you!” C/n shouted, face stormy. 

I wish you would. Wait! What the fuck?!

I shook my head to get rid of that weird thought before proceeding to walk to my car, preparing for another even more awkward car ride. 

Turns out c/n wasn’t reliable with his promises of never having to drive him around again.  

I was about to get in when I noticed c/n just standing at the door of the passenger side, looking like he was trying to burn a hole in the window. His eyebrows were tightly knit together, jaw clenched, nostrils flared, and chest heaving as if he’d run a mile. 

“The hell’s your problem? Get in the–” 

Before I could get the whole sentence out of my mouth, c/n had marched around the front of my car, slid those large hands on either side of my face, and brought our lips together with such passion, our tongues collided after two erratic heartbeats. 

His body crashed into mine, pressing our heaving chests together, my body squeezed between c/n and my car. I let out quick gasps that I would normally be embarrassed about if I wasn’t so distracted by his hot, minty tongue swirling in my mouth. Brushing my hands through those unruly tresses of his, I pulled him even closer, producing a low, deep groan that sent a jolt of desire through me. 

C/n pulled away huffing, eyes hooded and dark, lips swollen. “We act like we hate each other, but the only thing I really hate about being around you is that I can’t do that whenever I want,” he groaned, like it was painful for him to not be pressed against my lips.  

“The only thing I hate about being around you is that I never feel like leaving you, your stupidly hot self is addictive,” I panted. 

A relieved smile graced those pink, swollen lips of his. He leaned in, hands moving just under the hem of my shirt. I shuddered as I felt his lips a hair’s length away from my neck.

“Is the notoriously rage-filled y/n telling me that she wants me?” 

I rolled my eyes even through the desire making me light-headed as his hot breath caressed the skin just below my earlobe. 

“My rage is only directed at you because you’re so unfairly, stupidly hot,” I breathed. 

C/n closed his mouth over my earlobe, then released it slowly, his teeth grazing the soft skin. “You’re sexy as fuck when you’re raging.”

He rolled his hips into me, and I gasped at the feel of his erection. “Answer my question.”

I moaned as he left impatient bites on my neck. “Ye-s! Just fucking kiss me already, you fucker.”

He growled into my ear, slamming himself into me again, hands traveling higher up my back as he reclaimed my lips with a new fervor that took all coherent thoughts from my head. 

“I’m gonna kiss you like this all the time, especially in front of that fucker, o/g/n. He’s way out of your league,” He growled so low before smashing his lips into mine again, his tongue meeting mine. 

Minutes passed that felt like forever and a second at the same time. 

I had to push him off me, his hunger for me only seeming to be increased when he was as close as possible to me. 

“Let’s get that project finished off,” I smiled, breathing hard, cheeks flushed.

“Not before I finish you off,” he smiled, a devilish twinkle in his eyes that sent shivers and flames through my body at the same time. 

Before going to the passenger side of the car, his finger trailed up my arm, raising goosebumps in it’s wake. Reaching the front of my shirt, his finger curled around the neckline pulling it down slightly, the pad of his fingertip gliding over my skin. His head dipped down, mouth clasping onto the skin under my collarbone. He sucked, then moved his head up, his tongue burning a trail up my neck. 

Our eyes met again, his gaze heated, and his thumb tugged gently on my bottom lip. 



There was a post once with the hc of Jack having a tooth gap before the promotion and have I mentioned that I love it?

But then I started thinking about how Gabe would react when he suddenly lost it. So have this drabble. 

Gabriel exhaled as he stepped off the ship, taking in the view of the new HQ. He hardly recognized it, if he was honest. The size of it had doubled. The trees and flowers outside made it feel more like a resort and less military. In fact he’d almost swore a few of these people were touring the place rather than working there.

The most glaring difference, however, had to be the statue.

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There’s an intruder in her home

Hi guys! Here with a new one shot! This was a request and I really hope the person who asked for this is pleased with it! :) 

Summary: Harry comes home to find his girlfriend is being threatened by an intruder

Warnings: Some curse words, mentions of sex & just in general, if you’re not comfortable with the subject of break ins and panic, don’t read this.

Harry’s PoV

I hummed lowly under my breath as I unlocked the door to Y/N’s apartment. A sense of excitement still cursed through me at the knowledge that I had my own key to her home, a sign that she clearly wanted me with her as often as I wanted to be with her. Today had been a very long and very stressful day, but all in all, everything went well and I was excited to come home to tell my girlfriend about it. A completely mundane thing to do, but it was still quite a new feeling for me; wanting someone to come home to and to tell about my day. I smiled at the thought of maybe even getting her to massage my back, should I tell her about the knots I was painfully feeling in my shoulders.

It surprised me when they key didn’t turn, indicating that the door hadn’t been locked at all. Strange. Normally it was me who arrived at Y/N’s apartment way before she did and not the other way around. Frowning I set the keys on the small table next to the entrance and slowly slipped off my shoes, making sure to remain quiet just in case Y/N had gone home earlier due to not feeling well. She had complained about headaches only yesterday as I remembered. Perhaps she was in bed already, all cuddled up in blankets and ready for me to crawl up to her and kiss her before drifting off to sleep together. I loved nights like that, when either of us were too tired to do anything other than open our arms for the other to cuddle into and when the only words exchanged were quiet promises of love and affection.
I sighed when my tired feet slowly walked up the stairs and my head began to pound slightly.

Just when I was about to turn the corner to her bedroom I heard it. An unfamiliar, male voice. My heart dropped. Y/N had a man in her bed? Suddenly my mouth went incredibly dry and my fingers started to shake as fear and anger rushed through me. She couldn’t be doing what I thought, right? I slowly took the next two steps to walk around the corner so I had a clear view onto her bed. The sight surprised me. Y/N was there, but instead of sleeping or being with an unknown man, she was sitting on the edge of the mattress, facing me with her hands behind her back and her cheeks wet with tears. Her beautiful lips were covered by a silver colored duct tape and she was breathing heavily. Her eyes sparkled with fear as she stared at the man who stood in the corner facing her but with his back to me. He practically loomed over her and could only be little shorter than I was. His torso was clad in a tight black jumper and his hands were wearing gloves. Y/N whimpered as he continued to speak to her and I shook my head, trying to rid my head from the ringing noise as the shock cursed through my veins, leaving me in almost a drunken state. Trying to be as quiet as possible I took one step further, standing right behind the man, so close I could see him breath. I shuddered when I noticed the knife he held tightly in his right one and felt such a rush of anger I had never felt before. He was threatening Y/N. This man had dared coming into her home to frighten my girlfriend and to fucking tie her up. I saw red and never before had I wanted to kill someone as badly as I did in that moment, if only because he made her cry.
All of a sudden Y/N’s eyes moved from the man and to me, widening with surprise. My heart dropped and the sick feeling in my stomach increased as I quickly motioned for her to keep quiet. Y/N blinked twice, indicating that she’d understood me and though the situation still frightened us both, I could tell that my presence already eased her, even if it was only a little bit. Alright,I needed to keep calm for both of our sake.
The man crouched down and pulled a bag to his feet, still muttering low threats and insults and I took his distraction to raise my hands. I tried to form two guns, two which Y/N shook her head so slightly the man didn’t notice. Good. So the knife was his only weapon. My rapidly beating heart squeezed painfully before slowing.
Y/N’s eyes went wide in fear when I took a step back and I held up both hands for her to stay calm, then I turned around and gave my best to hurry down the stairs as quietly as possible. Though every inch of my body was filled with anger and though all I could think about was going back to Y/N and to kill the man threatening her, I forced my shaking fingers to pull out my phone and to dial 999, the english emergency number. My heart was still beating so fast I couldn’t breath and I cursed when the phone kept ringing.

Finally a quiet voice spoke: “999, what’s your emergency?”

“There’s an intruder in our house,” I whispered, before quietly muttering the house number, “Islington, London. Please hurry.”

“Sir, I need you to calm down. Police are on their way. Does the intruder know you’re there?” the female voice asked calmly.

“No, but he has my girlfriend. I’ll go make myself known though.”
“We advice you not to, sir. Is he armed?”

“Not aside from a knife,” I whispered, my eyes set on the stairs and my body tense, fearing to hear a noise of pain from Y/N.

“Okay,” the woman continued, pausing to type something, “Wait for police to-”

“Tell them to hurry,” I said quietly before hanging up.

The thought of Y/N up there alone with him had my blood turn cold and my hands shook still. I was scared. It would be stupid not to admit that, but I knew that Y/N needed me and that I would have to act fast. She hadn’t looked like he’d hurt her physically but there was no certainty he wouldn’t still do it. I took a deep breath and slowly walked to Y/N’s living room where I knew she kept my dad’s old baseball bat. Originally he’d given it to her when I’d told him she’d need it for a halloween costume, but since then I had made her keep it for just in case. Though her and my friends liked to call me overly paranoid, I’d never been more thankful for her listening to me. My eyes squeezed shut as I prayed for the wardrobe door to open silently and almost rejoiced when my fingers wrapped around the cold wooden handle.
With the weapon in my hand I slowly walked back upstairs. The room had gone silent and when I peaked around the corner there was no sight of the man, only my girlfriend, still sitting on her bed. Y/N’s entire expression relaxed when she saw me and I gave my best to form a convincing smile.
I pointed to the corner and mouthed the words “he there” to which she shook her head and nodded for me to come in. She was shaking when I reached her and my knees buckled the moment my free hand found her jaw, cradling her face and bringing it close to mine so I could press my cheek to hers.

“It’s okay, I’m here, baby,” I whispered urgently and kissed her forehead, “Please, try to keep quiet, yeah?”

She nodded and braced herself when I raised my hand to swiftly rip the tape from her mouth. Y/N yelped and whimpered at the pain and I quickly soothed her before hurrying to loosen the tight rope around her wrists.

“Where did he go?” I whispered.

Y/N was still crying and her quiet voice came out shakily, “I don’t know. I thought he went downstairs and had you!”

I came around to face her again and took the bat back in both hands.

“I’m here,” I reassured her and kissed her quickly, “All good. He didn’t see me and we’re both going to be safe.”


“I promise you, beautiful,” I interrupted her and gently brushed away the tears falling from her eyes.

“Now who do we have here?”

My body jerked when I heard the male voice behind me and I turned around to face him, getting to my feet quickly. I held the bat tightly and positioned myself so I was covering Y/N from the man’s view completely. My heart still beat rapidly and my tummy tingled with relief of knowing that Y/N was somewhat alright, but the rest of my body was tense with anger and hatred, both directed to the stranger standing in front of me.
I’d been right. He wasn’t much shorter than me and by the looks of it he wasn’t as strong either. He seemed to notice it too, because his entire body straightened up and he swallowed hard, before shaking his head and raising the knife he still held tightly in his hand.

“What do you think you’re doing, huh? Wasn’t done with her yet.”

“I don’t care. You’re done now. With all of this,” I hissed and tried to ignore the shudder running down my back at the sound of the man’s cold voice.

“Oh, really?” he asked and a humorless laugh fell from his mouth.

The mask he had on prevented me from seeing anything properly aside of his piercing blue eyes, boring into me like knifes.

“Really,” I bit, trying to keep from letting my panic show, “Stealing is one thing, I can forget about that, but you just fucking threatened my girlfriend!”

“Fucking hell,” the man suddenly cursed and I jerked when he leaned down to pull up his bag, “All I wanted to do today was earn some good money and be home on time to watch The Walking Dead.”

“S'a good show,” I muttered, my breath hitching when I felt Y/N taking hold of my shirt.

She fisted the fabric tightly and I could hear her breathing quicken as she began to panic.

“Isn’t it?” the man spoke loudly, “It should have been a calm fucking night for me, with neither of you home anyway! I would’ve been out before you noticed anything was missing in the first place!”

The stranger shook his head once more and kicked the bed angrily. His fingers shook the bag and he stared at it with a confused expression.

“And for what all this mess?” he shook his head, “Hardly any cash and some shitty earrings that aren’t gonna bring much money either!”

“Yeah, well, sometimes things don’t go as planned, do they? I intended to come here to spend a quiet night in with my lovely girlfriend and instead I find her crying because of you!”

“Now, now, don’t be cheeky,” he growled.

My head still rang and although I knew I was playing a dangerous game, I needed to make sure I’d keep him around long enough for the police to arrive. How long had it been since I’d called them? Ten? Fifteen minutes?
The stranger raised his knife and pointed it at me.

“I do not like your tone at all,” he muttered, “Don’t think I’d hesitate from silencing it.”

“I’m not scared of you,” I replied, covering the lie up with the certainty behind my voice.

The grin taking over his face was a reflection of pure evil and my fingers clenched as he looked back at Y/N.

“Maybe, but your lovely girl is.”

I swallowed noisely and repositioned myself so that he once again, could not see her.

“You love her, don’t you? Must make you nervous to know she’s terrified.”

“Fuck you,” I bit angrily and took a step forward and towards him.

Y/N’s PoV

A shriek fell from my lips and I sat up with a jolt. My body had been curled up on the couch in Harry’s living room where I’d attempted to get some rest after not having slept more than three hours a night in over two weeks.
It had been the same nightmare as always that had ripped me from my slumber. Memories from the night when someone had broken into my home kept resurfacing and tormented my mind until I woke up sweaty and panting.

“You alright?”

I looked up to find Harry standing in the doorway separating his living room and the kitchen. He was dressed in sweats and one of his white and soft shirts he knew I loved to sleep in so much. Harry’s arms were crossed and his forehead set into a deep frown as he must have heard, if not seen, my sudden awaking.

“I’m fine,” I muttered and gave him a short nod before rearranging the pillows behind me so I could sit more comfortably.

My fingers still shook a little and my breathing had yet to calm down. The all too familiar feeling of embarrassment rushed through me and I lowered my head, unable to look at Harry any longer. Whenever the nightmare returned to me, I was overcome by shame, certain that I was just a weak little girl for a) having needed someone to protect me and b) still not being over it. Two weeks had past since it happened. How was it troubling my mind still?

Harry sighed and within a few short strides he reached me, knocking my feet to the side gently so he could sit down as well.

“The same dream again?” he asked softly, one of his hands settling to rest on my knee.


I pulled up my knees and out of his reach, giving him more space to sit comfortably but also disconnecting any touch between the two of us. Harry bit his lip when he noticed and cleared his throat.

“Please stop shutting me out,” he pleaded.

His voice was so low I almost missed it and my head shot up immediately. He looked so upset. My tummy turned and my mouth went dry. I knew I was hurting him by being so cold, but I felt so lost.
Though I had come to his house every day since it happened and had spent every night with him, I’d never felt as far away from Harry as I did in the past weeks. We hardly spoke anymore and when we did, then only about what we’d want for dinner or if the other was okay with the TV being on. Nothing that was even remotely important.
There were no laughs or stories exchanged, no jokes shared and we only touched when we were asleep, as I would probably get no rest at all without having Harry’s arms wrapped around me. I needed to have him breathing into my neck and feel the pressure of hands holding me to something. My heart wouldn’t calm down if there was not at least one assurance that I wasn’t alone.

“I’m not shutting you out,” I lied, regretting the words the moment they’d slipped from my lips.  

It was a stupid and silly lie I’d just told, as I couldn’t possibly fool either of us. Harry shook his head, not even looking at me anymore and didn’t say anything. The disappointment practically radiated off of him and hit me like a wave. I didn’t want to cause him any further pain and I hated to shut him out, but what else could I do? Admitting my deepest fears to him seemed so impossible, regardless of how much I trusted and loved him. The truth was, I felt pathetic. And nothing terrified me more, than Harry seeing that too.

“Well,” Harry huffed and rubbed his face with both hands, “everything is fucking perfect then, isn’t it?”

Before I could answer, he got to his feet and stormed out of the living room and back into his kitchen. I scooted further back and wrapped my arms around my knees, waiting for the inevitable. I didn’t even flinch when I heard Harry’s fist knock over what must have been at least two of his mugs and I only whimpered when the first curse words fell from his lips. A sick feeling spread in my tummy and I felt like crying.

He’d had a handful of those tantrums in the past week, moments where Harry lost all of his patience and his nerves and could do nothing other than yell, shout and throw things around. Preferably things that made a lot of noise when they broke. It had been so many tantrums, that I’d gotten used to them, even though this sort of behavior was completely new to me. I’d never seen Harry get so angry. Never before had he thrown something or yelled around in my presence, always the calm and collected gentleman, no matter how annoyed he got.

“Harry,” I whispered, just when I heard one of the drawer doors shut loudly.

I didn’t like knowing he was angry, no matter what had caused it, but I hated it even more when the reason for his anger was me. I blamed it all on the intruder. I hated that guy. Hated how much he’d influenced my life and how much had changed since he’d entered my home without an invitation. Another clashing noise ripped through the air, followed by another one. This time, I was sure he was taking out his anger on plates.


A loud curse fell from his mouth and then the house went silent. My breathing came out loudly and erratic as sweat formed on my forehead. My nerves were acting crazy and my thoughts raced, unable to form any proper sentence. The only word coming to my head was his name. It was almost a mantra by this point. Only now did I notice how heavily my hands shook and how I’d been pushing the same strand of hair out of my face for the past few minutes.

“Harry!” I called out once more.

Immediately I heard his steps coming closer and when I looked up he was there, already hurrying to where I was, before falling to his knees in front of me. His eyes were wide and his lips moved, but I couldn’t hear anything he said. A ringing noise took over my ears, causing an immediate headache to rise and a sudden coldness paralyzed my entire body.
The first time I’d called out for him like this had been a day after the break in. Harry had been in a different room and hadn’t heard at first, so his reaction hadn’t come as quickly as it did now. He’d stayed away until I’d called out for him one final time, my voice breaking halfway through. By that point, all blood had vanished from my face and when he’d found me, I’d been crouched by the sofa and weeped into my knees, wetting the fabric of my jeans with tears whilst shaking uncontrollably.

“Sh, baby, calm down,” Harry spoke soothingly while his warm hands gently massaged and squeezed my thighs.

Sobs fell from my mouth as more and more tears spilled onto my cheeks. My entire frame was shaking and I looked anywhere other than Harry, my hot cheeks an undeniable proof of my embarrassment.

“Breathe, Y/N,” Harry whispered and let his head fall into my lap so he could kiss and breath against my legs, “Calm breaths, darling. Alright? You’re fine. S'all good, you’ll see.”

“Harry, I-”

A cry interrupted me and I squeezed my eyes shut as I tried to somehow gain back control over myself. These comforting gestures where the only times when Harry and I touched, aside from in bed. It had almost become a routine.

“You’re doing so well.”

My fingers gingerly moved from my lap to Harry’s head where they found his soft hair. I tried to set my entire focus on the feeling of the short strands between my fingers and how he moaned lowly whenever I scratched his scalp.

In this position with Harry half on top of me I could feel his chest fall and rise with each breath he took, the feeling so calming it didn’t take long for me to stop sobbing. Slowly, my heart stopped racing and returned to it’s normal speed.

“I’m okay,” I whispered, “It’s over. Thank you, Harry.”

My hands still pulled at the ends of his hair as I studied the side of his face. He kept his eyes shut as he nestled against my thighs, arms locked around my legs in a tight embrace. I could imagine it wasn’t the most comfortable position for him, but I’d discovered that Harry did whatever it was to have me calm down from and to keep me from having a panic attack.

“Better?” he asked me quietly.


He slowly pulled away from me, careful to make his intentions clear so I wouldn’t accidentally pull his hair too hard, and sat up. He looked at me for a moment, reading my face carefully to be sure I truly was stable now. Only then did he get up to his feet and sit back down on the couch, on the same spot he’d been moments ago. This time, I didn’t pull away from his touch, but welcomed it when he reached out to take my hand in his.


“Y/N, I don’t understand.” Harry’s green eyes found mine as he turned to face me.

I sniffled a bit and adjusted myself into a cross-legged position. Guilt crawled up my throat when I noticed how teary his lovely eyes were and I had to force myself to hold his gaze. It hadn’t been oblivious to me how much I’d punished him without having any reason to, but never did I think it’d taken such a tool on him.
Harry always seemed so certain and confident, even when I was the exact opposite. He’d been so patient with me and had never led on that he was anything but alright, aside from the sudden bursts of anger he’d had. Never did he cry and never did he panic.

“What did I do wrong that night? How am I the one to punish for what happened?”

His voice came out so utterly sad, it hurt me even more and made me feel like I was the biggest asshole in the world.

“Harry,” I tried again, “Don’t-”

“Was it because I left you alone with him? When I went to make the call? Because I’d understand if that hurt you, my love, but you must understand why I had to go and-”


His mouth closed and for a moment we just stared at each other. The quiet fire in the corner was the only noise as my heartbeat slowed and my mind tried to make sense of what he’d just said. He was blaming himself. Harry had gone to such lengths and played such a dangerous game to protect me and to make sure the intruder wouldn’t have a chance to harm me properly, and he was still blaming himself. His body jerked in surprise when I unexpectedly moved to crawl closer to him, but he was quick to welcome me with wide arms as I climbed into his lap. He scooted back so I had more room to sit, but he still made sure I was close to him.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered and pressed my lips to his warm cheek, humming when I noticed the short stubble on it.

My legs found the familiar place around his hips, pressing our crotches together and I whined when he hummed under my touch, enjoying the dearly missed closeness. Harry’s arms embraced me and pulled me against his chest closely, his warmth calming me instantly and his scent clouding my senses.

“I’m so sorry, Harry,” I repeated, “I love you so much, you must know that.”

“I do,” he hummed and hugged me tighter, “And I love you as well. With all of my heart, Y/N. Every inch of it is yours.”

A small gasp fell from my mouth at his heartwarming words and I bit my lip to keep from crying out. He was so perfect and it hurt my heart. I suddenly couldn’t understand how I’d been able to make it through the day without having him close and realized that I’d been punishing us both, by denying the connection between us to grow. What had I been doing to my lovely, kind and gently boy, when all he’d tried was to protect me and cheer me up.

“I didn’t mean to be gone for so long,” Harry continued to apologize, “But those damn people didn’t pick up any faster and I had to look for the bat, too. I know it frightened you, but-”

“You didn’t do anything wrong!” My voice came out a little louder than what I’d intended it to and he grimaced, rubbing his ear. I giggled and kissed the shel of it, before leaning back up so I could look at him.

“You protected me,” I whispered, “kept me safe. You still do.”

Harry’s eyes closed when my fingers traced his cheekbones and I smiled when my tips touched his lovely hair.

“You’re always there to calm me down when it’s dark, even when it’s something as simple as turning the light back on to prove to me that there really isn’t a person standing in the doorway.”

Harry’s eyes opened and a sad expression took over his face, but I leaned in to kiss the tip of his nose before he could interrupt me. My tears were long gone and all I felt was an almost overwhelming sense of relief.

“You never make me feel stupid or silly for not being able to sleep in my own apartment anymore and not once have you complained about me coming to your house as if I’d live here too.”

Harry’s thumb gently massaged my knees and he squeezed my legs, telling me calmly to keep going.

“In that horrible night, you were the only thing that kept me somewhat sane. Even before you were there.”

I paused to swallow hard, trying to gather my thoughts. Harry looked at me intensely, his entire focus on nothing but my words. I shuddered, recognizing his expression as he studied me the same way I sometimes studied him. That was another thing that made Harry and me different than others. We were completely fascinated by each other.

“I kept thinking of you, Harry. While he was talking to me, threatening me and just being so awful,” I shook my head and Harry’s hand quickly reached up to cradle my face in his palm. My own fingers carefully wrapped around his hand, holding it to my cheek and I turned my head slightly so I could kiss it.

“You calmed me down, Harry,” I went on, “I knew you’d be there soon and that even if you wouldn’t, I knew you’d make it alright somehow. You can make everything alright. Like you did just now.”

My fingers traced his cheeks and he leaned in to press his mouth to mine, kissing me softly and only for a short moment.

“Please, stop thinking that what you did, was anything but heroic of you.”

“Heroic?” Harry asked, a slight blush rising to his cheeks.

I nodded, a smile pulling on my lips.

“Wouldn’t go that far, love, but I appreciate it.”

I chuckled at his words and kissed his cheek once more.

“If I didn’t do anything wrong,” Harry asked quietly, “then what is it? Why do I feel you slipping through my fingers?”

I shook my head. “I can’t explain, Harry, I’m sorry. It’s just… I don’t know. It feels as though my head is constantly under water. I can’t think properly and on most days it feels hard to breath. And then there’s you and you…”

“What about me?” Harry asked quietly.

“You seem so certain. Put together. Even when you freak out sometimes, you always know exactly what to do next. I feel like such a failure by your side.”

Harry frowned deeply. “You feel like a failure? How? Because you’re still shaken by what happened?”

“Partly,” I confirmed, nodding courtly, “But it’s not just that. I keep thinking about it and all I feel is so incredibly weak and like I’m the biggest baby there is.”

“Y/N, love, you’re being slightly ridiculous.”

Harry embraced me tighter and made me bury my face in his neck.

“I should have defended myself,” I confessed quietly, “I know how stupid that sounds, given what circumstances we were in, but it’s how I feel, Harry. I keep thinking it over and realize how there would have been so many moments where I could have done something.”

“Like when? Y/N, there was a strange man in your home, threatening you with a knife. You not doing anything has nothing to do with weakness.”

“Still,” I whispered shrugging.

“You were the strongest person,” Harry told me quietly.

He looked up at me and leaned in to kiss the corner of my mouth. I hummed and moved my head so I could connect our lips in a soft kiss, needing his touch.

“Do you really think so?” I asked timidly.

“Yeah, absolutely.”

Harry smirked and squeezed my fingers. “You didn’t panic. And you protected me so much in that moment, my love. You made sure I could enter safely and let me know how many weapons the guy had.”

“Seems like something so little.”

“But so important,” Harry assured and he squeezed me tightly.

I smiled at him softly. “I’m sorry I have been being such a horrible person to be around.”

“It’s fine,” Harry said and shook his head.

I shrieked when he suddenly jerked his hips forward, forcing me to fall off of him. Laughing quietly, he crawled over me, his arms positioned near my head so he could hover over my body. His face came closer to mine and I closed my eyes when he kissed my lips once more.

“We were a team that night,” Harry promised, “And we’re getting through this together. Okay? We will.”

I nodded. “You’re right.”

We exchanged another gentle kiss and reached out with our hands to touch whatever uncovered skin we could reach. I smiled when I felt his tongue glide along my bottom lip, deepening the kiss and Harry moaned when I bit his lip.

“Move in with me.”

The words had tumbled from his mouth in a mixture between a moan and a gasp.


“M'not saying it because of what happened,” Harry hummed against my neck before settling his mouth against my skin, sucking.

My eyes fell shut and a breathy gasp fell from my mouth as instant pleasure cursed through my veins.

“Even though my security system is better than yours. And I’m not saying it either because of how incredibly sexy you look right now, either.”

I giggled and my heart jumped when I felt Harry’s lips stretch into a smile. He moved up slightly so he could pepper more kisses to my jaw until he moved to my ear.

“Even when you living with me would mean I’d get to fuck you every night.”

His hands found the top of my leggins and slowly pulled them down, a cheeky grin on his face as his eyes locked with mine. I could barely think straight, my head too clouded with the scent, feel and presence of him.

“Want you to live with me so you’re always here. Hate being separated from you, my love.”

I reached up and gently poked his cheek, smiling when the tip of my finger fit perfectly into his dimple.

“I’d love to.”

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Sakura placed her dreamcatcher downstairs, looking around guiltily as she did so. She knew that her friends would have a quite a bit to say about what she was about to attempt. Sakura covered the dreamcatcher with a sheet, hoping that her recklessness would pay off. It was a gamble, but for the answers she sought, it would be more than worth it.

Sakura climbed the stairs to her apartment once more, blinking as she saw Sai sitting outside her front door. He hadn’t been there five minutes prior, but Sakura was becoming accustomed to the abrupt comings and goings of those around her. Time and manners worked differently in Pompeii than they did in New York and she had to remember that.

“Hi Sai,” she said, pushing open the front door as he stood. “What brings you my way tonight?”

“Yamato and your neighbor are bickering again,” he said as he pushed past her, seeking the haven of her couch. He curled himself up there and watched her with unblinking, doleful eyes.

“Again?” Sakura repeated. She moved into the kitchen, rummaging through her drawers and grabbing a melatonin tablet. She chewed it, grimacing. It was just as well that Sai had arrived. Sakura was too keyed up for sleep at the moment. She might as well bake. “Have they been fighting often?” She paused in her search, thinking. “They did just fine at dinner the other night. It was awkward, but neighborly dinners often are.”

“Ours are not,” Sai pointed out. “They are conversing outside from their balconies. It seemed tense. Perhaps I misunderstood. You mentioned having dinner with them. Perhaps it is part of a specialized mating ritual?”

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Who is in Control - Part 2

10 years ago, you and Tony Stark met and he adopted you.
Today, you are his heir and the newest member of the Avengers.
Your first mission? Help Bucky Barnes.
Oh boy, you wished things were this simple.

Word counting:  1300+
Notes: Keep in mind: Age of Ultron Never happened.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Mutant!Reader
Chapter: 2/??
Chapter name: Chapter 1 - The Witch

(Part 1)

Y/N = You name | Y/L/N = Your last name |  Y/H/C = Your Hair Colour |  Y/E/C  = Your Eyes Colour

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Y/N kept a yawning as she walked down the corridor, fixing her Y/H/C over her shoulder and attracting a few looks. She had managed to sleep - or nap - less than an hour the previous night and the result was hateful.

“Good morning, Miss Stark.” One of the secretaries smiled at the young woman. “How are you doing this morning?”

“Very good, thank you for asking, Mary. Can you tell where I can find my father?”

“He’s with the Avengers.”

Y/N nodded and walked towards the stairs, closing the door behind her and teleporting herself through the right door.

“I thought you’d never arrive.” Tony noticed, spinning at his chair.

“You’re hard to find.” Y/N rolled her eyes. “What are we waiting for?”

“Not a what, but “who” are we waiting for.” He corrected his daughter.

It took a few seconds until Steve Rogers walked through the door with a shy look on his face.

“I’m sorry, I…” He cleared his throat. “I didn’t sleep well last night.”

Oh, they all knew that he ‘didn’t sleep well’, because he hadn’t even slept.

After an infinite amount pleads, Y/N had finally been able to convince the first avenger to go to a modern party. Long story short, she already knew Steve would never again going with her to any more parties.

“Why are we here?” She looked at the others in the room, finding Bruce, Natasha, Steve and Tony staring at her.

‘This doesn’t look good.’

Y/N had joined the Avengers months ago. Tony had a whole lot of conditions before she could join them. Even with the telekinesis and being able to teleport, she needed to go through physical training and a multitude of tests before her father could agree with anything.

“We have a mission for you.” Tony slowly explained.

Y/N tried not look too excited as the look on his face was too calm for the mission to be so simple.

“We need you to take care of an important mission.” Steve continued.

“No problem.” She waved and a cup of coffee came to her hand. “I do it. What’s the business?”

They hesitated.

“The question is ‘Who’s the business?’ ”.Her father corrected her. “You recently completed your Ph.D. as a both a mechanical and electrical engineer, and you had taken a couple psychology classes as a hobby.”

“And you’re a very good people person, when you’re patient.” Steve continued. “And one of the best negotiators I’ve ever met, next to Tony.”

She watched while he praised her and felt important with his words, but raised her hand to interrupt him.

“Why are you boosting my ego?”

Natasha rolled her eyes and sighed.

“We want you to take care of Bucky.”

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