6 THINGS INFP'S WISH THEY COULD TELL YOU ABOUT THEMSELVES
Being an INFP personality type has a lot of upsides: we see the best in people, we’re thoughtful and creative, and as idealists, we see what could be instead of what is. But it has its downsides, too, not the least of which is that we’re often misunderstood. And often we’re either too polite or too self-conscious to tell you the truth about ourselves.
So here are a few things that I, an INFP, wish people knew about me. If any of these things don’t apply to the INFPs you know, or if you’re an INFP and disagree with these things, I apologize. I’m not trying to speak for all INFPs—we’re a diverse bunch, and I love that about us. But I think most of these apply to most INFPs, and I hope that you learn something from them:
1. We can become absorbed in our own world. But that doesn’t mean we think we’re better than others or more interesting. In fact, we have a deep respect for all humans, and are intensely curious about people. But because we’re introverts, it can be hard for us to get to know other people. Consequently, we’re curious about ourselves and we spend a lot of time studying ourselves. And the more we know, the more we want to know—and we end up losing ourselves in our inner world.
2. We want to know everything about you. Speaking of relationships, please talk to us about everything. We want to know all about you: your deepest secrets and hidden fears and what makes you tick. We don’t want to talk about the weather. We want to know how you slipped in a puddle when you were 10 years old and broke your knee, and ever since, you deliberately splash in puddles because you want to show that nothing can beat you. We want to know how you once got stuck inside a bookstore when it was raining and ended up finding a wonderful new author and making friends with the bookstore cat. We want to know that when it starts raining at night, you always panic for a few seconds because it sounds like footsteps outside.
3. We feel like we don’t fit in. INFPs are an odd mixture of curiosity, introversion, and quirkiness, so we often feel like we don’t fit in. Hence we either withdraw from the world completely and do our own thing or we try to change ourselves to fit in better. But the hermit will always have a part that wants to be accepted, and the people-pleaser will always have a rebellious streak. When we’re young, we INFPs may mask our true nature in an attempt to fit in. It may take us a long time to learn to act “normal.” Once we’ve learned that, it may take us even longer to realize that we don’t have to act normal. So bear with us as we find our place in the world.
4. Don’t make us question our sanity. My brother once pretended he couldn’t see a soccer field as we drove by it. Of course, he later told me he was joking, but here’s the thing about INFPs—we spend a lot of time seriously wondering if we have a mental illness. We can know we’re completely sane, have doctors tell us we’re completely sane, have family assure us we’re completely sane, but still, we just…wonder. Sometimes a part of our brain is pretty sure that all of life is a vivid hallucination and we’re severely schizophrenic. Other times we’re pretty sure that we don’t experience emotions the same way others do so we must be sociopathic. And for INFPs who really do have a mental illness, it’s worse. So please don’t joke about insanity with us. For us, it’s no laughing matter.
5. Our emotions can confuse us. Just because we know all about your emotions doesn’t mean we have the slightest idea what our feelings are. We know that emotions can be tricky, and when something bad happens—like a breakup or the death of a relative who has been ill for a long time—a person can feel so many things, including anger and helplessness but also relief (along with enormous guilt because of the relief). But if you ask us something like, “Do you feel sad about your dad dying?” there’s a very good chance we won’t be able to answer because we have no idea how we feel, or if we feel anything at all. I went through a period of depression after my father died, but while it was going on, I hadn’t the faintest clue that I was depressed. In fact, I thought I didn’t feel any grief at all. Only years later did I realize that I had been grieving, and even now I’m still not sure how I currently feel about my father’s death. I think I’m at a point of acceptance, but who knows? A year from now I might realize that I’m in denial. If we seem confusing to you, it’s nothing to how confusing we are to ourselves.
6. We have a dark side. A lot of people think that INFPs are bundles of sweetness and light, but that’s not always true. Like any other human being, we can be caring at times but we can also be harsh. We can be the nicest and most tender person you know, or we can be judgmental and downright cruel. That’s because we have bad days too. But you can bet that when we lash out at someone with harsh words, we feel guilty about it later.
In the end, being an INFP personality type is not “good” or “bad.” INFPs are complex, contradictory people who know the world can be a dark place—but we choose to see the light.
What To do if you wake up with Scratches and Bruises.
Hello! So I’m really interested in the Paranormal, and I realized that some people don’t know what to do if a demon is near them. Although many witches do, here’s a post about it anyways;
First, Ask yourself these Questions:
1.Have you done anything Different?
-For example, have you moved to a new place? Did a spell go haywire? Did you buy something that feels negative? Did a Ouija board session go wrong (Even though I don’t believe that the boards open portals or are evil, I still believe that you can get demons, or if you don’t use it right something bad can happen.)? Did someone evil you knew in real life die ? Did you make enemies with a witch that does curses ? These can all lead up to a possible demon/negative entity.
2.When do these occurrences happen?
-If you know the old folklore belief, then you know that 3 a.m. to 4 a.m. is called “The Witching Hour”. It goes that “ witches, demons, and ghosts are thought to appear and to be at their most powerful. “ Do you often wake up at this time? Although it could just be a coincidence, it never hurts to have some old wives tales.
And if this is all happening during night, just be aware that sometimes we can give ourselves bruises in our sleep, if our body is restless or you’re prone to kicking, thrashing or falling off the bed. Animals and pets can also play a role in bruises, bumps and scratches.
3.Have you been getting Sleep Paralysis?
-Demons are often associated with sleep paralysis. Though, if you’re prone to it and get it often, even before you’ve started getting bruises/scratches, it might not mean anything.
4.What do the Bruises and Scratches look like?
-Demons are often associated with the number “3″, and sometimes “6″. Most people who deal with demons often get scratched with three claw marks. Demons and negative spirits are strong, and can and will do some serious damage. How big are the bruises? How many are there?
5.Do you smell Horrid Scents?
-Demons and negative spirits can give off bad scents, such as sulfur, rotten eggs or rotten/burned flesh. Although, they seem that they can give off bad scents as well. For example, in my Freshman year of public high school, I had smelled a horrible poop smell, after angering a witch I used to be friends with. She had always told me that she and her friend would send ghosts to each other. But, anyways.
6.Do you feel a Presence?
-Ghosts and demons will often make you feel a presence. It’s a little different for everyone, but it is normally a feeling of dread and fear.
7.Do you see Shadows or hear Sounds?
-If a demon or spirit is strong enough, it can manifest and show itself to you, or can talk or, if very strong, can move objects around.
What to Do if you answered ‘Yes’ to some of these Questions:
1.Cleanse, cleanse and cleanse some more
-Cleanse this thing. Cleanse yourself, cleanse everyone that lives in the home, cleanse the home itself, and cleanse the whole property, if you can.
-Banish the thing. Make sure to protect yourself and others, so to make sure it doesn’t possess anyone.
3.Set up wards, immediately after banishing.
-There’s many different kinds and types of wards, but make sure they’re charged and will work, once you set them in place. Wards will help keep the thing out.
-I personally like to cleanse a couple of times every time something like this would happen, To cleanse again right after is optional, though.
5.Line the windows and doors with Salt, Holy water or Rose water.
-Although I don’t know much about holy water and rose water, salt is a good form of protection. Simply line the doors and windows with salt. Or for extra protection, mix salt and garlic together and leave under the moonlight, then put on doors and windowsills (this was my very first thing I did as a witch)
6.Fill the space with Good Energy.
-Live plants, flowers, Himalayan salt lamps, or even herbal pouches and poppets made to bring good energy can work.
7.Continue to be Careful.
-These beings are far different from us. Be careful.
Note; Scratches, bruises and panic attacks can also be traced to health problems. Go to your doctor as well to make sure you’re in good health. Also, if you make yourself paranoid enough, you will put yourself on edge, which can make you see/hear things.
he stands in all his glory, laughing at something Chris Nolan said to him, a
glass of whisky in his hand and his arm around her waist. And all I could do
was stand here, from afar, watching them.
notice if you keep staring, darling.” Anne handed me a glass of champagne.
not staring. Just looking how wonderful they are together.” I could feel my
face turn red by the second.
darling, don’t try to fool yourself, I know you have feelings for him.” She
smiled lightly at me. “Actually, I always thought you’re going to be together.”
My smile faltered
and I looked at the floor. Silly Y/N, of course Anne knew. Apparently,
everybody did! The boys, Gemma, Lou and now Anne. Clearly, I am not very good
in hiding my feelings for my best friend. The guy who knows me better than
anyone and yet can’t realize how much I adore him.
Harry and I
have been friends since we were kids, really. Eventually we went separate ways:
He went out to become the biggest celebrity out there and I went to college. Even
though we lived in different worlds, we never stopped talking. We’re still best
friends even after all this time.
I love him.
But it wasn’t
always like this. When we’re younger, our parents used to tell us we would
eventually get married. We’re too perfect for each other, that’s something we
always knew, even though we didn’t have this types of feeling for each other.
It was in
my senior year of college that this said feelings started to show. I spent a
few weeks with him and the boys while they’re on tour and suddenly I started to
fall for my best friend. If you have seen any movie out there, you would think
that the feeling was mutual and we’re happily ever after. Not how things turned
out, I’m afraid to tell you. I spent 6 weeks trying to find a way to tell him
my feelings, even asked for the boys’ help, but when I was close to figure a
way out, he met her. And gosh, how much he adored her. Since the beginning!
that stupid line that said when you love someone, you gotta let them go and
find their happiness? His happiness was she and I couldn’t stand in the way of
that. Even though I knew I loved him more than she could ever love him, it was
time for me to set him free.
So I came
back. Came to the UK, finished college and found a job I actually like. My life
is all put together, as Harry likes to remind me. He’s right, my life is put
together, except for my love life. I tried so hard to get over him, to not have
feelings for him. I dated, I tried everything I could, but he was always there,
in the back of my mind, even when I met my ex-boyfriend, Daniel. We broke up a
few months later because he knew I had feelings for my best friend. Poor Dan,
such a nice guy and I couldn’t love him.
back home. And moved in with her, much to my dismay. They’re together for 3
years now and they don’t seem to be breaking up anytime soon. I’m not gonna
lie, I’ve thought about telling him, just to get it out of my chest, but I can’t.
I cannot ruin this for him. I would rather suffer in silence than ruin his
happiness and our friendship.
thought about telling him?” She asked me while we watched the couple from afar.
“I did.” I
whispered. “I just can’t. He’s happy, Anne. He deserves to be happy.”
“My son is
a fool, darling. He doesn’t know, but he does have feelings for you. A mother
always know and I’m telling you he does. But I understand your side, I just don’t
wanna see you both losing time with other people when you could be together!”
a laugh. Anne was always our biggest supporter, so it’s not a shock to me she
would rather me with her son than his actual girlfriend. The poor girl is not a
bad girl; she’s just not right for him.
get it how he can be such a morning person, always waking up at a 100%, telling
everyone ‘good morning’ in his raspy voice. She thinks its annoying, but the
truth is if he doesn’t do this, we’ll go back to sleep and miss his whole day.
She doesn’t get his obsession for good health, but if she just asked him about
it, she would understand he actually believes that those junk foods can kill
you slowly, and he can’t lose anyone in his life, so we all have to eat health
food. At least around him. She doesn’t understand how he can feel so down
after reading mean comments on the internet, because for her how could The
Harry Styles feel anything less than perfect?! He thinks he’s not worth it,
even though he truly does deserve everything good that ever happened to him. However,
he has insecurities, because by the end of the day, he is just Harry. And all
he really wants is cuddles and a few reassurance words that those people are
just mean people and are not telling the truth.
know him and a part of me thinks she just doesn’t want to. Yes, she knows what
he likes for breakfast, what calms him when his in a bad mood, but she doesn’t
know the little things I do.
if you think about it. He’s been with her for 3 years and she doesn’t get him.
Maybe that’s why when he needs someone, he runs to me. He runs to my house at 3
A.M just so he could talk about his bad day. She never saw him cry, because he
only cries when we’re alone and he can truly show his feelings. I’m the first
person he calls when something good or bad happens. I’m his emergence contact
in the hospital, I’m his safe place to go when he needs to just take a break. I’m
the one who could leave her whole life on hold, just to take care of him when
because even thought I am his person, I’m not his and he’s not mine. She has
him and I can’t truly express how much I wish that could be me.
nervous.” I pointed out to Anne.
about to ask you this… Do you know why? He’s been like this for a few weeks
now.” She looked deep in thought, trying to find a reason for her son odd behavior.
I was interrupted by Louis, who looked out of breath.
to stop him, he will make a terrible mistake, please Y/N, stop him!”
what’s going on? What are you talking about? Breathe, Lou.”
get it, he’ll…”
“Can I have
everyone’s attention, please?” Harry called out from the center of the room.
The party quickly died down, waiting for his speech. “I would like to thank you
all for coming to my Dunkirk party. It’s so nice to enjoy the movie’s success with
all of you, so thank you!”
around the room clapped and Louis was fussing by side. He looks nervous and I
couldn’t understand why.
know this is a special night for me and I wanted to be even more special. Lexa,
can you come here, darling?” He asked his girlfriend to join him and I could
already feel the tension growing around me. Anne, Louis, Niall, Liam, Lou and
Gemma surrounded me and we all were just waiting for something to happen. Anything.
been together for 3 years next week and I feel so blessed to have you by side.
I was smitten with you since the moment I saw you, you can ask Y/N for
confirmation.” Everybody laughed a little and I could feel a knot in my through
already. “So, in this special date for me and surrounded by friends and family,
I would like to ask you…” he got down on one knee. “Will you marry me?”
like that my world stopped. I couldn’t hear anything, but I could see her nod
and everyone clap for them. I think the boys were talking to me, but I could
barely understand what was happening.
He is hers.
She is his.
like that I realized that all these years loving him, taking care of him, weren’t
enough to make him fall for me. I was a silly girl who believed in the fairy
tale that everyone thought we would live. I loved him with everything in me, I
was always his but he was never mine.
like that I ran out of the party, leaving everyone – including the love of my
life – behind.
The team went back to Blue’s hanger, hoping to find Lance still there. As they approached the entrance, that heard faint…snoring? The group eased into the room, peering to discover where the noise was coming from. The sight before them could cure any diseases. Lance, who was the culprit of the noise, was curled into a tight cocoon made of blankets, snuggling against the junction between Blue’s head and shoulder. The other Lions were sprawled across the room, a silent hum emitting from them. “Should we wake him?” “I don’t know, but I do want to get to the bottom of this.” Shiro turned to Allura. “Princess? What would you decide?” Allura weighed the options, and with a quick nod, made her decision. “We’ll wake him. We can talk to him, and then he can continue to rest.” As Allura reached down to do just that, Red’s eyes came to life, and a low growl rippled across the room. Allura jerked her hand away, looking at the lion in shock. Keith looked between Lance and his Lion in awe. “…I guess we shouldn’t wake him up. We might seriously regret it.” Pidge breathily replied. “Then how will we know how and even if Lance bonded with the other Lions?!” Hearing those words, the Red Lion slowly raised to its feet, slowly approaching them. Red then sat in front of the team, gazing down. The team let out a gasp as Red sent them a vision.
They were all back at the Garrison. It was as if they were watching a movie flicker in front of their eyes. “Keith, is that you?” Pidge asked as she pointed toward a dark figure with a familiar hairstyle. “Yeah…why did Red-” “Haha! Look at that freak!” A group of three older boys snarled at past Keith, shoving him into the wall. “Yeah, he doesn’t have any friends, and everybody hates him. I even heard that he doesn’t even have a family. Congratulations, Keith. Not even your own family liked you.” The team looked in anger and shock at the scene before them. Past Keith bit the inside of his cheeks, hands clenched into fists by his side. “Just leave me. The fuck. Alone.” One of the boys shoved Keith again. “You better watch that mouth of yours before we have to teach you a lesson. Again.” The boy sneered. With a final push, the boys began to walk away. Past Keith watched as they walked away. With a huff, he grabbed his things and hurried away. The team looked at Keith. “Why would Red show us this?” Keith clenched his jaw and shrugged. Just when he was about to say something, a door opening interrupted him. Out of the door, steps Lance (past Lance that is). Lance eyes were dark and his jaw was set. His eyes kept darting from where Keith and the group of boys parted ways. “Did he…hear all that?” Pidge questioned. “It appears so.” Murmured Allura. They watched as past Lance kept clenching and unclenching his hands. Finally, giving a curt nod, Lance jogged his way in the direction the group of boys left. “What is he-” the scene around them suddenly changed. They were now in past Lance and Hunk’s shared dorm. “Honestly Lance, what did you do this time?” “What?! How could you assume I started it? I’m betrayed Hunk.” Lance fell dramatically on his bed, but when he landed, he winced and moan a small “Ow.” “LANCE!! You’re gonna hurt yourself even more!” The team gasped as they really got to study Lance for the first time. Bruises were littered across his arms and face. A black eye shined brightly with a small gash underneath it that was still bleeding. His knuckles were bloody and bruised, and there were countless red scratches decorating his body. “Honestly Lance, taking on three guys at once? What we’re you thinking?!” Hunk stated as he tended to Lance’s many wounds. “What did they do that was so bad to make you go try to fight all of them? By yourself!” Lance winced at Hunk’s words. “Easy there buddy. My brain feels like it has went through a blender, so can we keep the volume to a bare minimum please?” Hunk purses his lips into a thin line, but he didn’t say anything. A moment passed. “…they were hurting someone. Someone I care about. Look up to even. And I…I had to do something. They couldn’t get away with that.” Lance clenched his fists. “Shouldn’t.” Hunk glanced down at him and gave him a sad smile. “Well, if this ever happens again, at least think it through before you go to them, fists a-blazing. Or at least take them one at a time.” Lance beamed at him through bloodied split lips. “GROSS, DUDE! I-I think I’m gonna hurl.”
The team find themselves back in the hanger, struggling to find words to say. Keith glances at Lance’s sleeping form. “He-did he really-I don’t-why-” “I remember that.” Hunk softly interrupts Keith. “He never really told me about that fight.” Before Keith or any of the others could say a word, the Yellow Lion stepped up. Hunk looks up, eyes light with curiosity and wonder. “Yellow? What are you-” the team suddenly find themselves in another vision.
Steve would like to hug and cuddle with you all the time. It makes him feel better and sometimes forget about the world and how it’s so different than before. He usually thinks he won’t be able to fit in and you are the only one to prove him wrong. You two would cuddle for hours and there’s almost nothing that can separate you.
Clint won’t be the type to stay silent and cuddle with you for a long time. He would probably start tickling you or say a joke just to see your smile and hear you laughing. That’s what he loves most and what makes him forget about the dangerous life he is having. It may start as a cuddle but soon it always turn into a ‘bed war’. Pillow fights, or maybe just teasing each other.
At first Thor would be really confused when you ask him to cuddle with you. He is new to this ‘Earth things’ but as soon as he finds what it means, he is 100% into it. What had began as a way to relax and calm down has turned into something big. Thor would cuddle with you 24/7 if he could. He would lay down with you and cuddle in the training room, in public, around people without caring. He just wants to feel you close and make sure you are all save. ‘Thor, sweety,I wanna take a shower. Please let me go!’ ‘What? No! We can cuddle under the shower, too. Let’s go!’
Tony would be a secret cuddle buddy. He might not show it but he really likes cuddling with him. With everything happening and always feeling guilty for the bad in this world you are the only thing that makes him feel he can become a better person. So when you two are alone he won’t stop hugging and kissing you, whispering how much you mean to him and how much he loves you.
Bruce loves to cuddle with you but mostly he is too afraid to do it. With his ‘angry issues’ he doesn’t want to hurt you without even realizing it. However, you manage to calm him down and persuade him it will be alright. You hug him closely and that’s how you both fall asleep - in each others’ arms
I hope you guys like it :) I’m really sorry for not adding Sam (and Bucky and Loki ‘cause i really like them, too) but i barely found time to post this. I wish you would understand me ♥ (Oh, and sorry if there are mistakes)
Summary: You’re Tony’s daughter in this one (father!Tony), and he sets you and Peter up in the best way he can think of… 7 minutes in Heaven - well as many minutes it takes for you to start going out.
A/N: Hehe I’ve had this idea for ages and I know it’s not original but :D
“Tony, are you going to tell us why you’ve called a meeting?” Steve asked.
All the other Avengers, minus Y/N and Peter, turned to look at Tony expectantly.
“It’s regarding Y/N and Peter.” Tony started and he saw Wanda grin in quiet understanding. “Who finds it painful just watching them co-exist even though it is unbelievably obvious that they like each other in more than a friend way?”
He didn’t get a definitive answer from anyone but Tony could see them thinking. He knew that they had all seen it in training and on missions.
“And as Y/N’s father,” Tony continued, “I feel obliged to do something.”
“What do you propose we do?” Sam asked, cutting directly to the point.
Tony grinned. “Ever heard of ‘7 minutes in Heaven’?”
Steve looked confused. Wanda found it funny. Natasha was mildly horrified Tony would do that to them. Overall, Tony had got a mixed response.
“I don’t know what that is.” Steve said.
“He plans to put them in a closet or something for 7 minutes and expects that to sort out their problems.” Nat replied.
“I still don’t understand.”
“But I’m guessing you aren’t going to keep to 7 minutes?” Wanda suggested and turned to look at Tony.
“There it is.” Tony said, “We won’t let them out until they kiss or whatever or officially start dating.”
“How are we, oh I’m sorry - you, going to get them into the closet.” Nat said.
“They won’t just agree to get into a closet together.” Steve stated.
“As I said,” Tony looked round everyone, “I am Y/N’s father - she has to do what I tell her.”
“Dad you aren’t being serious?” You said. You were facing your father, Tony Stark, with your arms folded.
“Yes I am being serious. Get in the closet.”
Naturally, you didn’t know where he was going with this but he was your father so you had to do what he said.
“You owe me one.” You stated before shooting one last confused look at him before climbing into the closet in your room. You had multiple ones and Tony had told you to get into the one that didn’t have many clothes in. At least that was the only thing that was logical.
“Not after this I won’t.” Tony closed the doors a bit but they weren’t fully closed.
“Wait here.” He ordered.
“What the fuck…” You muttered under your breath when you heard him leave the room.
After a few minutes of you just sitting there trying to run through all of the possible outcomes of this you heard the bedroom door open again.
“I said shh.” You heard Tony say to someone.
You wanted to poke your head out of the closet and see what was going on but you had been told just to sit so you didn’t.
The doors opened and you saw Peter standing there with Tony behind him.
“Dad what the-?” You started but Tony lightly pushed Peter towards you. He had obviously briefed Peter like you because he just moved in next to you.
“Have fun.” Tony said with a smile and fully closed the doors, putting you two into darkness.
You tried the doors but either there was something up against them now or a lock because they wouldn’t budge.
Peter still hadn’t said anything but had sat down like you, and was facing you.
“I’m pretty sure this is the embodiment of bad parenting.” You joked, still trying to work out what the hell was happening.
Peter still hadn’t said anything. You looked back to him.
“Don’t tell me you know what’s going on here?” You said.
“If I tell you, you won’t like it.” Peter said.
“Peter, we’re friends you can tell me anything.” You said now getting slightly exasperated at your Dad.
“Um…” Peter said before continuing, “Mr Stark isn’t going to let us out until we um…”
“Yes?” You asked.
“'Kiss or something’” Peter recalled what Tony had said.
Suddenly, you started to feel really awkward and you could tell your cheeks had instantly gone red.
“My dad is an asshole.” You muttered.
“But we could um…” Peter stopped again.
“Could what?” You said not really knowing what you were saying. Even though your dad was an asshole you couldn’t really hate him for this now knowing what it was.
“We could… kiss.” Peter said quieter.
You bit your lip to supress a smile.
“Oh really?” You said smirking even though you didn’t know if Peter could see you in the darkness or not.
“I mean we don’t have to…”
“Can’t take it back now.” You laughed and you moved to lean across him so your face was inches away from his.
“Well go on then.” You teased.
Peter paused for a moment but then tilted his head slightly to kiss you firmly on the lips.
You smiled into the kiss, happy that you were finally doing this. And about the fact that Peter clearly liked you back like you liked him.
“Mission complete.” You heard your dad say over an intercom. Then you heard Sam laugh and Nat say something about how 'it could probably have been done better’ and Tony arguing that 'it happened so that’s all that matters’.
You groaned and moved slightly away from Peter.
“We should have done that earlier.” You said.
“I think we should have.” Peter confirmed.
Even though it worked out well, that was the last time your Dad was getting involved in your love life.
“I can’t stand the thought of a life without you in it.”
“Just kiss me already.”
“Let’s have a baby.”
“We’d make a cute couple.”
“I want to take care of you.”
“Can we cuddle?”
“I need a hug.”
“You’re special to me.”
“You’re awful but you’re mine.”
“You’re cute when you’re angry.”
“I’ve liked you for a while now.”
“Will you marry me?”
“Dance with me!”
“So that’s it? It’s over?”
“Thanks for nothing.”
“Are you upset with me?”
“You’re a monster.”
“We can’t keep this up forever.”
“I don’t need you anymore.”
“Why do you hate me?”
“I thought you loved me.”
“You put us both in danger.”
"I don’t understand you.”
"This is gonna hurt.”
"I don’t really care what you think.”
"I can’t do that.”
“This is completely different.”
"I went easy on you.”
“You’re lucky to be alive right now.”
“Do you think you could teach me?”
“What could go wrong?”
“I didn’t push you…the wind pushed you. ”
“Well, if that’s really what you want.”
“Listen, I really don’t
like you, but you have kittens so I’m going to be over a lot.”
“I see you there all the time.”
“That’s not a good sign.”
had to see you again.”
are you afraid of?”
over here and make me.”
smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”
“Stop interrupting me!”
to say goodbye.”
if you can!”
take care of myself just fine.”
up and kiss me.”
do we have?”
“Am I ever
going to see you again?”
me feel invincible.”
how much I love you.”
starting to get annoying.”
you find me?”
want to talk about it.”
just sit there all day.”
liked you for a while now.”
argue. Just do it.”
going to wait around forever.”
deserve better than me.”
be happy here, with me?”
wish things had happened differently?”
“The world revolves around the sun, but my world revolves around you.”
“Enough with the mind games!”
“Promise me you’ll stay safe?”
“Did you just freaking boop me?!”
“You will always be my everything.”
“That’s the first time I’ve died in a while. Guess I was overdue.”
“I love you. I hope you know that.”
“I bought this because I thought you’d like it.”
“I just feel safe with you. Like nothing bad can happen.”
“I don’t like when you say things like that. To me, you’re perfect.”
“I like it when you say my name.”
“I love kissing you.”
“I’m just glad you’re safe. I wouldn’t know what to do if I lost you.”
“You’re so beautiful.”
“I’m really lucky to have you.”
“Don’t tell me not to worry, because I’m going to do that anyway.”
“I made you some breakfast.”
“If you’re so cold, why didn’t you say something? Come here.”
“I guess time flies when you’re with somebody you love.”
“No, I don’t want to say goodbye. Not now.”
“I think I might be better off without you.”
“Don’t tell me what to do.”
“I don’t want to do this without you.”
“Stop yelling and listen for a second.”
“I just want you to be safe. I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you.”
“Please, just…be safe. Come back to me.”
“I’m so, so sorry.”
“But I only just got home.”
“Don’t say that. You’re going to be okay.”
“Please don’t leave.”
“Why would you think something like that?”
“I thought I’d never see you again.”
“You can’t just leave like this.”
“I missed you so much.”
“Like what you see?”
“I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
“Try to stay quiet, understand?”
“I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”
“Don’t be so rough. There can’t be any marks.”
“I like it when you say my name like that.”
“I really don’t care. You still look hot and I’m trying not to kiss you senseless right now.”
“Hey, remember that ‘if I ever see you again, I’ll be morally and legally obligated to kill you conversation’ we had a while back?”
“I asked for a helpful opinion, not…whatever that was.”
“I was trying my hardest to mind my own business, but you’ve really done it now. I have to know.”
“Disappointment comes in many shapes and size, you know? Mine comes in the shape of you!”
“I can’t believe you’re making me do this. It’s humiliating.”
“People see your scowl and run for the hills. I can’t have this when my guests come over.”
“Some of this was found in the ship, the other half found in a cave. Aliens? Confirmed.”
“Maybe this place wasn’t as haunted as people claimed it to be…wait, what was that?”
“None of this is going to matter when I can change the outcome.”
“Let’s leave this to the professionals, because we most definitely are not.”
“It’s incredibly hot out, so why am I still cold? Ugh.”
“Something about this is fishy, but I can’t put my finger on what.”
“This disappointment on my face is for you.”
“It’s a good day when I don’t have to see you before six thirty in the morning.”
“Isn’t that what friends do? Look out for each other? So that’s what I’m doing.”
“My ‘good enough’ barely scratches their ‘this is how things should be’.”
“Taking things for granted is what I do, apparently.”
“I’m not proud of my actions, hence the change. I don’t think there’s anything bad about that.”
“Oh come on, you can’t chase something that doesn’t exist.”
“I have yet to have an opportunity to say ‘I told you so’, but if I hang around long enough, I know I will.”
“I know about three people in this world and I trust none.”
“Something tells me this nightmare isn’t over. Not yet.”
“I wanted to show you how genuine I am about this.”
“I cannot convey to you how much you irritate me on a good day, let alone a bad one.”
“All of you are to blame for this, but I can’t say I’m surprised.”
“The last person I’m going to listen to is you, if I’m being truthful.”
“Must you be so quick to judge?”
“Hey, nerd! Go kick their butt.”
“You are loved.”
“Morning, lovely. I see you got out of bed. I’m proud of you.”
“I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you happy.”
“Someone, someday, is going to write a sappy poem about you. And even though it’s super cliche, you will love it to pieces. You’re so adorable.”
“I hope you have a wonderful day.”
“You are your worst criticizer, seriously, all those things you’re worried about, they are absolutely fine.”
“Keep going, love.”
“Look at you, you’re amazing.”
“It’s okay, you’re allowed to cry, just let it all out.”
“You’re strong and I care about you.”
“I love and support you.”
"You’re numb. You’re tired. You can’t seem to do anything. You want to give up. Well, I’m here to say, please. Just one more push, just one shower, one tiny task, one more day of looking after yourself. It’s hard, but I’ll be here on the other end, I’ll be there when you close your eyes tonight and you picture me, with the biggest smile on my face. One more, for me, for you.”
“A woman has needs, sir. And right now I very much need to break every bone in your body.”
"Did you fall out of love?”
“I knew it was a mistake from the beginning.”
“I can’t talk to you anymore. Goodbye.”
“I’ll be gone by Tuesday. Can’t keep them waiting forever, can I?”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t help you then.”
“Please don’t let go. I don’t want to be alone yet. Just hang on a little longer.”
“I don’t wanna die yet! Please! I don’t wanna die!”
“I have so much I need to say, please, let me stay long enough to speak, please.”
“Just let me go already. I have nothing left in this life. Let me move on.”
“I can’t feel it. It’s just gone, like it was never there.”
“I want to run again, please. I don’t care, just let me run!”
“You let her die because you were a coward, you don’t deserve my pity just because you feel guilty.”
“I don’t want them to see me like this. I can’t let them.”
“You can’t just give up. Please, please they need you. I need you.”
“Just stop…please. It’s not going to work.”
“This can’t be happening. I just…I just started! It’s not fair.”
“You’re just going to let her die?”
“You’re pathetic. A parasite. If anything, you’re the predator, not prey.”
“I’d do anything for you but would you do the same for me?”
“I don’t know, and I’m sorry but that’s not the kind of person I am.”
“Look, I don’t mind taking sketchy jobs. What I mind is being lied to about whether these jobs are sketchy.”
“I’d say I’m doing this because I’ve lost control of my life, but let’s be honest: I never had a handle on anything.”
“There are worse people to be stuck here with, I suppose, but that doesn’t make me feel any better about it.”
“As fascinating as this is, I have other things I’d rather be doing. Like sleeping.”
“I’m too cute to stay mad at. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“This isn’t the endgame I dreamed of. So disappointing.”
“I can’t imagine that this is what we were supposed to do. It seems too easy.”
“The struggle I’m experiencing is not being able to find the right color. It’s so frustrating.”
My friend was supposedly cursed by a girl claiming to be a wiccan. Any way to uncurse her?
Considering Wiccan’s typically don’t hold truck with cursing people and believe that the rule of three will come back to bite them in the proverbial ass if they curse anyone, I’d say your friend isn’t dealing with a wiccan or anyone who actually knows fuck all about cursing anyone. Or if they are the dumbfuck just cursed themselves times 3.
But just in case you want to feel better, here’s an old Scottish charm for breaking curses which I learned as a kid and tend to do whenever I’m enduring a spate of bad luck, purely out of habit at this point but I’ve also used it for people who needed a little reassurance.
You take your thumb and index finger on both hands and lock them together. Then you visualize the bad things in your life or the negative energy being directed towards you, and you break the link. Like so
(sorry for gross keyboard)
And then you say something simple like, “what you do to me I undo and return ten fold”. This is called reflection and you’re a) breaking whatever hold you think they have on you, and b) bouncing their ill will back to them like a boomerang.
I personally like the phrase “what’s for you won’t go by you” because it can double as both a blessing and a curse depending on the person you’re saying it to or about. Their own actions become the outcome of the spell. So sucks for them if they’re an awful person.
You didn’t tell me how informed either your friend or yourself are about magic so I’m reluctant to start handing out spells, but if funky shit starts going down feel free to IM me and we can talk more. The most important thing is don’t panic. The fake little shit probably just wanted to frighten her.
Also a good piece of advice for these things, the more you believe people like this, the more power you give to them. Most of the time it’s your own belief that something bad will happen to you that does the work. Their goal is to make you worried enough to think about it and feed it.
Which is where this other Scottish curse breaking hand sign comes from:
Use it well.
And good luck, I hope your friend is doing okay and not too frightened. But like I said, it’s likely nothing.
“Seriously guys?” This was the last thing that you heard before entering the room with your head down between the crack opened in the wall. “Tipical vampire, always underestimating Shadowhunters.” Isabelle smiled to Raphael while he took a step back, dropping a noise because of his wounded hand by the sunlight.
You hesitated once you couldn’t watch your major love hurting himself, but his look for you seemed to show all his disappointment after seeing you with the traitors Shadowhunters. You were a Shadowhunter, you were friend of Clary and Simon and the most important, Izzy were your parabati. You couldn’t do anything but go with they till Dumort even if you didn’t know that they had already planned take Camille from there. In your mind, you guys were only ask for Raphael’s help and Izzy clearly knew about your feelings a long time ago.
Fell in love with him wasn’t in your plans. You two met during the Simon’s issue and then when Simon became a vampire you were nominated by Raphael as a guardian of the new vampire, since you were the only shadowhunter that he trusts because you didn’t tried to kill him or tell him bad things. He trusted you for entering in his home, the Dumort, for watching Simon because Clary doesn’t trusted to leave her best friend alone in the middle of unknown creatures. You slowly turned into a bargaining chip between shadowhunters and the Raphael’s clan when your family needed something from they, and Raphael always cooperated because of you. Being on the Dumort alone with Raphael resulted in an affair, his predator look became a protector look and the major secret between you two were the kisses that happened when you and Raphael were alone. You fell in love and couldn’t tell it to anyone, and the most excruciating thing was you having almost sure that Raphael was not even a little bit in love with you.
“You betrayed us.“ Raphael was supposed to talk with Izzy but he was looking at you with the corner of his eyes.
“Adios.” She smiled and took a step back to leave the room with Simon, Clary and Camille, and you felt like you were stuck where you were. Raphael even looked at you again when Isabelle grabbed your arm and made you leave.
You couldn’t stay calm before this horrible week. Jace was missing with Valentine, but you and the other shadowhunters managed to wake up Jocelyn with the spells book. The things were so messed up! Everyone was preparing for a war and nobody seemed to care about the loss of the alliance with the vampires. You couldn’t stop to think about this. About the alliance and, most important, Raphael. You felt so bad for him and your feelings were not helping you. Isabelle and Alec knew about everything you were feeling but Alec didn’t let you go to Dumort, even if you were wanting to go there for apologize in name of the Shadowhunters and make things clear about your intentions. Surprisingly, talk about your feelings was out of question.
“You look so sad, (Y/N).” You heard Magnus saying behind you. You turned to him slowly, seeing his careful look. Everyone were on his loft to try to track down Jace but you were feeling so bad with all the things that were happening that you left everyone. “We all know that Jace won’t get hurt easy.”
“I know that Jace won’t get hurt, I know him.” You gave Magnus a smirk, but he still could see your sad eyes. “But I don’t know about people that I hurt” You crossed your arms, looking down.
“It’s about Raphael, isn’t it?” You looked, surprised, to his face again. “Oh, I know him.” He gave you a smirk, imitating what you said before. “I’ve seem you two before, and trust me, I know him more than you imagine.”
“But how do you realized it?” You still looked surprised, because you always were trying to hide any feeling for Raphael.
“I bet that the Camille’s thing didn’t had his authorization.” He raised one eyebrow, putting his hand on your shoulder. “I know you too. Why haven’t you gone to talk with him yet?”
“Alec doesn’t let me go. I think he’s being more overprotective after his parabati is gone and he know that Raphael is not so happy with us. He think that something’s going to happen with me.” You sighed.
“Alec doesn’t understand feelings yet.” Magnus smiled, making blue magic get out of his fingers. He turned and started to move his hands and do magic. You just realized that he was doing a portal and, after he’s finished, he looked at you again. “Go, my dear, I know that Raphael will not do anything with you.”
You didn’t said anything but gave him a grateful look before entering the portal. You whirled in the midst of nothing before end up at the Dumort’s front, staring at the door and not making sure what to do.
“What do you want now, Shadowhunter?” Hear that voice behind you was both reassuring and scary. You turned to see Raphael and his pale face, his lips compressed in a straight line.
“I want to apologize.” You looked certain for him. You don’t want to seem so fragile, so you used your best voice for not to sound sad.
“In the name of the institute?” He raised an eyebrow.
“No, in my name.” You took a step closer to him, and he didn’t seem to do nothing. He was staring at your face with a misterious look.
“You betrayed me.” For the first time he seemed to be affected.
“I can’t lose Jace and you.” You felt a few tears in you eyes, but you did your best to get hold them where they were.
“Why do you think you had me, (Y/N)? You can’t lose what you don’t have.” He sighed after taking a look at the floor. You felt something worst than a punch.
“Have you ever been mine?” You took one more step.
“We met with you pointing a seraphim blade to my face.” He raised his eyebrows while he was talking with his typical ironic tone. “I’m alive for so many years and you think that you’re the first lover to betray me.”
“I didn’t did anything! I don’t knew what to do, Raphael. Valentine is with the cup and can kill all of us, Jocelyn is our only hope, Izzy is my parabati! But I swear you that I didn’t knew that they were going to do things like they did. And you know why I was the only one? Because all of they know that I love you.” You gave up on hold you feelings and said all that you were holding in you chest. You felt an extreme relief while breathing but felt you couldn’t look at Raphael anymore.
“You what?” He looked surprised.
“Forget, vampire” You said before turning back. You walked up to the street to catch a cab and finally be able to isolate yourself on your room, but you felt Raphael strongly grab your arm.
“Is that true?” He was looking deeply at your eyes.
“Everything.” He started to push you for the shadows under the Dumort.
“Do you think I came here at midnight just to lie to you and go away? I’m not that dumb.” You rolled your eyes when he let your arm.
“I was planning to give you that later, but I don’t know what can happen now.” You heard his soft voice while he walked till you back. If he could breath, you could feel his breath on your neck. You felt his cold fingers touch your neck and shuddered with it, before realize that he was putting something around it.
“What are you doing to me?” You almost yelled, afraid that he was doing something bad to you. You heard him laughing and felt a necklace fall on your chest.
“Calm down.” His soft voice made you sigh. “It’s something very special to me, (Y/N).”
“What is it? Why are you giving that to me right now?” You touched the pingent that you couldn’t see because you didn’t have a mirror or something like that.
“It’s the Santiago necklace. It belonged to all the womans of the family and should be buried along with the last Santiago woman.” He was still behind you. “It’s something very important to me, but I don’t feel that it should be with me, this necklace needs to be in his right place till the end.”
“Raphael?” You were surprised. You were more than surprised, you didn’t know what to do after knowing that Raphael was giving to you a family’s necklace. Your fingers touched the little cold pingent on your chest while you turned around to look at Raphael. He looked sad and happy at the same time, giving you a soft smile. “Why me? That’s not supposed to be with your mother? The last Santiago woman?”
“She was not the last. It is with the last now.” He bent down to be able to touch his forehead on yours. “I will not apologize you.” He whispered and you looked at his eyes, afraid. “Because I’m not mad with you. I’ve never been. I just needed to make sure that you love me. Because I do, (Y/N). And I know that I will love you forever. This necklace is the proof, I’m the last Santiago alive and you’re the last woman that a Santiago loved. It needs to be with you.”
You smiled before feeling some tears slip over your face. Raphael was smiling too, his hands stroking your face carefully. You couldn’t believe on whats were going on, so you just closed your eyes.
“I swear you that I will take care of this.” You could hear his soft laugh, opening your eyes again just to stare his black eyes. He approached his face from yours, touching your lips calmly and starting a slow kiss, full of passion and hesitation to let you go. He knew that one day he would have to let you go, but this time with the proof that you were his true love. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” His soft voice ensuring that at least one thing in your life would always be where you would look.
Summary: You have been working as a spy your whole life but you never expected to be the one spied on.
Genre: Mafia AU
Word Count: 2,990
You were driving for good 30 minutes, not daring to slow down, hoping they’re not following you. After circling around you finally reached your destination. You rested your head against the steering wheel and sighed. You did it this time. You got out of the car with your equipment and went to the door. You started knocking on it, louder with every bang until they finally opened.
“Y/N?” Yixing asked in a husky voice, you probably just woke him up. You brushed past him, throwing your stuff on the floor and went to the nightstand, taking his car keys.
“I need to use your garage, can you take your car out?” you asked, giving them to him.
“You come here so early and start ordering me around? Why do you think you are?” he crossed his hands on his chest. “Why are you even here? Shouldn’t you be watching him?”
“I screwed up, okay? He has my phone. I need to block it before he finds out anything but my car can’t be seen in the streets either.”
“Were you followed?”
“I’m not sure…”
“And you still came here?” he spoke louder, clearly getting angrier and annoyed. “If you mess things up for me…”
“I won’t. I promise,” you put your hands together like in a prayer, hoping he will help you out. “I lost contact with the HQ, you’re the only other agent in this area.”
“Ugh, fine,” he took the keys and went outside. “Don’t blame me if I don’t park it the right way.”
“If you as much as scratch her!” you shouted after him but he had already left. Trusting he won’t take it out on your car, you shuffled around and picked up one of the many tablets from the floor filled with tons of tech and electrical devices. If Sehun manages to get into your phone, he can easily track you as well. Somehow turning off that phone is your top priority. It won’t be easy though, seeing how protected they were. You took your laptop out as well and checked the cameras. Off. Of course. What were you expecting? In a company with security like that, it’s strange he didn’t notice them sooner. Or could it be he did it on purpose?
Yixing was supposed to watch over you and was only an emergency contact but since this got slightly out of your hands, you had no other choice. Your phone was connected to his place, so you should be able to at least see where it is from Yixings’ tablets. You glanced at the screen Great. It’s right there where you thought it would be. Sehun’s workplace. You sighed in frustration and opened up the program that should let you take over. You started typing the codes in when the screen flashed and everything disappeared. ‘No signal’ appeared on the black screen.
“Fuck,” you shouted, smashing the tablet on the floor.
“Hey now! That’s expensive stuff you’re breaking!” Yixing said as soon as he came in.
“He cut me off,” you hissed.
“Shit,” it seemed he was just as surprised to hear this as you were. “Do you think he?..”
“I don’t know,” you spoke before he could finish. He went to the table and pushed piles of papers and documents off. He sat down in his chair and turned his computers on.
“What are you doing?”
“I need to tell this to HQ.”
“But I can fix this! If you tell them I could lose my position! I have nothing besides this,” you slumped down on his bed. “I have been trained for this my whole life… I don’t know how to live a normal one…” you whispered.
Yixing looked at you with a worried expression before he stood up.
“You know what will happen if you don’t report this…”
And at that moment you’re computer beamed up. You got a message. You quickly ran to it and opened it up. It was HQ. It seemed they always knew what you were up to. Like they were watching. You read past the few short sentences over and over before you turned to Yixing.
“What does it say?” he asked.
“They’re giving me ten days.”
“To finish the job,” you answered.
“Are you serious? You have been watching him for more than a month and they expect you to wrap things up in ten days?”
“I have to do this.”
“Or what?” you paused for a while, before speaking again.
“They will kill me. They don’t need a spy who can’t even do it’s job right.”
“They won’t actually do it, will they? You’re the best one out there, they made you this way!” you saw how angry he became with each second you two talked about this.
“Actually…” you started. “They won’t be the ones to kill me. You will have to do it.”
“What?” he pushed you away and took your laptop from your hands, to read the letter. “Because I’m supposed to be the one who watches over you and controls your movements? That’s exactly the reason why I could never do it!”
He looked at you and his eyes narrowed. He picked you up and carried you to the bed. You were about to protest when he took out his med kit from underneath it.
“You’re hurt,” he said ripping, a piece of bloody cloth from your back. You hissed from the touch of his cold fingers and quickly jumped up. You turned your back to the mirror. Your shoulder was bleeding badly. Sehun probably scraped you with the bullets he fired at you before. From all of this adrenaline rush and panic you didn’t even feel the pain, much less noticed it. That asshole. Yixing sat you down on the bed and started patching you up.
“It doesn’t seem too bad,” he said. “At least you won’t need stitches.”
You bit down on your lower lip. Something you used to do whenever you were nervous. Which didn’t happen often because you have never messed up before you met Sehun.
“What are you planning?” Yixing asked.
“I’m going back,” you said and he started laughing.
“To do what exactly?”
“I’m getting that phone back! Besides he already knows my face so now I can approach him for info head on. Use whatever means possible to get this over with.”
You stood up, put your jacket on and started gathering your things again.
“Do you have any spare vehicles?”
“You can take my motorcycle,” he sighed.
You went to the door and turned back for the last time.
“Yixing, promise me one thing. If push comes to shove. Kill me. I would rather it was you than anyone else.”
A few hours earlier
I spun her phone around in my hand. Maybe I shouldn’t have let her go but I know she will come get it sooner or later. Too bad this was not only multiple passwords protected but also needed a fingerprint.
“You wanted to talk?” Jongdae asked, as he walked in. I threw him the phone and he just barely managed to catch it. He looked at it.
“Is this what I think it is?”
“Can you unlock it? She mentioned a code of some sort 7040589. Maybe that will help you out?”
“Is that where you actually were during the board meeting? You actually went after her?”
“I got bored. I thought it would be nice to at least say hi,” I shrugged.
“And how did that turn out for you? Because I remember you saying she stood you up,” he laughed.
“It takes time,” I said coming to the front of my table and leaning on it. “You can’t get a girl to like you in a day.”
“In a day? How long would it take you then, huh?” he lifted his eyebrow and looked at me before he continued. “Anyway, we should just catch her and finally find out her true motives. Isn’t she from ‘Anexis’? I have no idea why is Junmyeon delaying it for so long…”
“She is and I’m sure he has his reasons but she was watching me only and I must say I got pretty fed up with her being on my tail all the time and that’s one of the reasons I took action.”
“The others have to know.”
“But you won’t tell them, will you?”
We had a silent stare down before he sighed and finally gave in.
“I will help you with this,” he said, lifting the phone up. “But after that you’re on your own until you tell them.”
“That’s all I needed to hear,” I smiled and took a seat in my office chair again. “Oh Jongdae,” I shouted after him before he exited.
“What else?” he asked, annoyed.
“I think I could get her in ten days,” I smirked. He looked at me in surprise for a few moments before he chuckled.
“Whatever you say…”
I leaned my head back and looked at the spot she was usually hiding at. Only a few of my men were still searching the roof for any more clues. She was not there. Of course she wouldn’t be there, she’s too smart for this. I like this game we’re playing. We will see who gets who first.
You lied. It was actually a really big disadvantage that now he knew what you looked like. You can’t just waltz into his office like nothing happened. That’s why you hijacked this cleaning company’s van. How convenient that they came to clean the building at this hour. You undressed one of the men quickly and put on his uniform. Taking the tools, you looked around and got out of the van. The guard at the door let you in easily not even looking at the photo on the ID. Lucky you. Now you only need to get to the roof. You noticed from the outside that there was practically no lights on in the building, including his office. It was on the 4thfloor from the top. You didn’t want to draw any suspicion going through the doors that will probably be locked anyway and decided that the other easiest way would be through the window. You threw the disguise you wore aside as soon as a strong gust of wind welcomed you to the roof. You took the rope out and secured it to a metal pipe. You slowly went to the edge and breathed out. You have been on higher places. Doesn’t mean this will be any easier. You gripped the rope tightly, checking for the last time if it was fastened enough and began descending, the darkness of the night covering you. Once you reached his floor you saw the ever familiar desk and chair you have been watching through your scope all this time. You thought about doing this quietly and just cutting out a piece of the window but time was not on your side and you decided to just smash it open. You prepped yourself up and bounced of the window, flying back with as much force as possible. After a few kicks you were finally in, you rolled over avoiding the shards and then quickly stood up. You unlocked yourself from the rope and let it dangle outside while you looked around. Nothing out of the ordinary. Yet. You ripped open the locked drawer you remembered he put something in, the last time you watched him. Everything that you needed was inside. A bunch of business plans, weapons, drugs, human imports and exports. Not a simple company after all but they must be real good at this, to hide all of it so well. You should have done this sooner. You spread the papers around, taking ever little detail in, in case something happened and you can’t take them with you. After all, you had a good visual memory, a must for a job like yours. You took out the last folder in the drawer and opened it. It had ‘ANEXIS’ printed on it in bold letters with a confidential stamp on it. What the heck? Why would something like this be here?
“I thought you were looking for this,” you looked up to see the same smug grin from before, approaching the table. He was holding your phone. “Or did you already found what you wanted?” he said, glancing at the papers. In a rush you jumped over the table in an attempt to get your phone back but he evaded you quite easily.
“I knew you would visit. After all I did tell you to come get whatever you want,” he smirked. You clenched your fists and went for his stomach but he caught your hand midway.
“Why so aggressive, dear? I never said I won’t give it back to you,” but you didn’t listen, instead swung your leg at him which he jumped over and took a few steps back, resting against a glass bookcase. You punched the shelf near his face, missing him by a centimetre but breaking the glass in the process. He was better at this then you thought.
“Sehun, what the hell are you doing in here? What’s up with that noise?” another young man walked in through the door and froze in his spot. It was dark but his eyes soon adjusted so he could see the two of you.
“Ah Jongin! Meet-“ Sehun started but you knew if one of them walked in, there are probably more. No use staying here any longer. You ran to opening you made in the window just recently and grabbed onto the rope when Sehun pulled you inside, tugging on it with such force he ripped it off. You watched it fell down to the bottom of the building, as cars alarm’s began ringing, weight like this falling from so high up will do more than just bent your roof. He pushed you to the window but you braced against the glass that was still left with both your legs and your arms. The sharp glass digging into your skin even through your gear.
“Still want to jump? Go ahead,” he mocked. You broke off one of the pieces from the broken window and slashed against his chest but not enough to draw blood. You got yourself in a pretty tricky situation again.
“Dangerous. I like that,” was all he said.
The two men began circling around you. You needed to get rid of the one who just came in first and with all your force you pushed him into the wall, smacking his head against it, hoping he passed out. You turned back to Sehun and switched the glass piece to your other hand. You attacked him straight on, evading his fists the best you could but missing the one directed at your stomach. You fell down to your knees and coughed. It was not everyday someone actually managed to land a blow on you.
“Sorry dear,” he said, coming over. You waited till he was close enough and aimed the shard at his abdomen but he put his hand right in front of it at the last second, saving himself from the deadly blow but the force was so strong it went right through it.
“Ahh fuck,” he shouted, hitting the wall. He gripped the shard and pulled it out from his hand in one go, blood started gushing out from the open wound. You smirked. He won’t be using that hand for a while. You bent down and picked another piece of broken glass, this one was way smaller, but at least there were plenty of them around for you to use. You slowly came up to him. Enjoying the feeling of finally having advantage over him.
“Give it back,” you spoke, aiming the shard to his face. “Or there goes your eye,” you said, now only a step away from him. He chuckled and pretended to pull the phone out from his pocket, when all of a sudden he smacked the sharp piece away and pulled your body to him, your hands on his chest. How he still had so much strength was beyond you. You stirred in his grip trying to get away.
“Now what?” you mocked.
“Now this,” he said, getting a hold of your chin with his healthy hand and roughly clashing his hot lips with yours. You could take in his air as he licked them and nibbled on your bottom one afterwards. You were so shocked you only pushed him away when he grinned against your mouth.
“What the heck are you doing?” you shouted, free from his grasp.
“Distraction,” he smirked and you barely noticed the man, you thought you dealt with before, swing something over your head. You fell to the ground. You could feel the blood dripping down your forehead. Sehun was at your side in seconds. He got your hands behind your back, his knee pressing into you hard and it felt like he will snap your spine in half any minute now. You winced in pain.
“Two against one is not a very fair fight,” you breathed out, a small teasing smile playing on your lips.
“And since when do we play fair? It’s more interesting if you do things dirty from time to time,” he said, tracing the skin on your neck with his fingers. “I’m sorry dear but I never thought you will be the type to like it rough,” he whispered into your ear, his voice dark and low. “And I never wanted for it to end up this way,” he said, now louder. “But you gave me no other choice…”
He pulled you up by the hair and smacked your head against the floor, knocking you out.
“Sleep well, sweetheart,” you heard him coo before you passed out.
9 DAYS LEFT
A/N: Ahhh I hate when I have to reupload. Anyway, I have decided to turn this one into a series!! And you know what? I even planned out the story from the beginning to the end, something that happens as often as a lunar eclipse 😂 I’m proud of myself 😂 So I guess look forward to the other parts~~
“Babe, please.” You plead to your boyfriend as soon as he lies in bed with you. He looks so good with his hair wet and sweatpants “You know that I would do anything for you, but not this.” You turn around staring at his blue eyes, Steve was always such a good boyfriend, unless when it comes to your family then he refuses to have a conversation.
“You always do this, can’t you see how important is this party to me?” You say gently trying to convince him, a couple of weeks ago your sister got engaged and your family was throwing her a party on Sunday to celebrate but Steve was being stubborn trying to make you go alone.
“Sweetheart, you don’t need me. All your family and friends are going to be there. I bet you are going to have a lot more fun without me. You can dance, gossip and drink without me to hold you back.” You roll your eyes at him; sometimes he really acted like a 100-year-old guy.
Your friends and family always told you to leave him. That you were just a current attraction, that it would never last. How he had you wrapped around his finger and constantly walks all over you.
You never thought about it that way. You always thought it was being flexible. They don’t know his past the way you do. They don’t know that he’s out cleaning up Gotham’s streets every night. Yes, you often bend to his needs more than he does yours.
You’re the one who keeps the apartment clean, cooks dinner, does the laundry, goes grocery shopping, all while attending school and keeping a steady job. Jason would help you if he had the time right? But he doesn’t every day its a new mission with Bats or the Outlaws.
Basically Jason said ‘jump’ and you ask ‘how high?’ But you were used to it. You love him and would do anything for him. And he loves you. One thing you pride your relationship on is that he never even glances the way of another girl.
Well at least that’s what you thought and what his friend would tell you, though you never asked to be told.
Jason had been gone with the Outlaws for a four day mission, but was getting home a day late tonight. It was often the Outlaws would get hung up and ended up getting home later than supposed too. One of them always texted or called if that was the case.
You always stay up and wait for when he gets home from long missions.
Sitting on your couch you skimmed through a book waiting for him to walk through the door, and it didn’t take too long for that happen.
Hearing the noise of keys in the lock, you pulled the book from your face and glanced at the hallway. When the sound of the door opening reached your ears.
Setting the book aside when he came into view. “Welcome home Jay” standing to meet him halfway.
“Hey babe” He replied, but there was something off about his tone and demeanor. “What’s wrong?” asking, a confused expression making it’s way to your face.
He shifted uncomfortable, “[F/n] I did something, something bad” not meeting your eyes. Tilting your head to meet his eyes, asking “What? You can tell me”
“I-I got really drunk last night. Roy, Kori, and I all went out to celebrate the success and we all got super drunk and I honestly didn’t mean of any of this to happen it was all a mistake” his eyes bore into yours with regret.
He’s not going to say what you think he’s going to say is he?
“Jay you’re scaring me” taking a small step back.
“I’m so sorry [F/n], I cheated on you” you could feel your breath stop as tears came to your eyes. “What?”
“It was all a mistake, I didn’t want any of it to happen. It meant nothing to me, I barley even remember last night” not realizing that those words made it worse.
“Obviously it meant something if it’s one of the few things you remember!” yelling through your tears.
“NO! That’s not what I meant” He said before you turned your back. Not able to look at him. Arms crossed over your stomach as tears streamed down your cheeks.
He reached out, when his fingers barley grazed your skin you turned and stepped away from him. “Don’t touch me!” growling shortly. Your tone was a mixture of sadness, anger, confusion, and most importantly betrayal.
“God I was so fucking stupid! I should’ve listened to them, my friends, my family. They were so damn right! What even am I Jason? Other than your goddamn door mat!” screaming at him. You’d never yelled at him like this before.
“You’re not my doormat! I love you [F/n]! You’re the love of my life!” he yelled back. Desperation filling his expression, tone, his whole being completely.
“Then why do I feel so unloved huh? Why do I feel like I’m just something you come back too? Like I’m some goddamn collectable!” You had no idea you felt like this until the words were spilling out of your mouth. He’s been using you this whole time, how can you trust what he’s saying now?
When he didn’t answer, you just shook your head. A scoff escaping your lips, “I’m fucking done” turning your back to get a jacket from the coat rack.
“[F/n] please” he tried to stop you. “I can’t loose you, it won’t ever happen again”
“Well I can’t fucking take this anymore Jason! It shouldn’t have happened in the first place. I can’t come back to a empty apartment for the rest of my life. I’m so–” You stopped realizing something, “No, I’m not sorry. I have nothing to be sorry for” Turning your back to him for the last time and putting a hand on the door knob.
“Goodbye Jason, I hope your fling was worth it” Opening the door before stepping out. Not having noticed his attempt to stop the door before you slammed it shut. You stayed leaning against the door, finally letting out a strained sob while covering your mouth.
Jason was leaning on the door by his forearms. His head hanging between his arms. Tears stinging at his own eyes. ‘How could I be so stupid? I’m such a fucking idiot’ he thought before pushing himself up.
Turning around, in a moment of rage he punched a whole straight through the wall. Before finally breaking down.
How could he hurt you like that?
**I might do a part two, but who knows at this point in life. (If anyone wants to see that send me a request or message or some sort of communication thing lol)
***I have one more open spot in my requests if anyone is interested ;)