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I’ve been playing Sims a lot lately so I made an avengers game and it consists of three households

Household 1:

Tony

Pepper

Morgan

Peter

Harley

Rhodey

Natasha

Clint

Household 2:

Steve

Sam

Bucky

T'Challa

Shuri

Carol

Maria

Monica

Household 3:

Thor

Bruce

Loki

Valkyrie

Okoye

Scott

Hope

Cassie

I’ll keep you guys updated.

Jensen’s youngest sister is going through a tough time with depression and Jensen is determined to help her. This fic features many things that may cause triggers. There will be trigger warnings at the beginning of every part; the two biggest are depression & suicidal thoughts/actions. Graphic made by the amazing @starswirlblitz

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Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Epilogue

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Masterlist- Lost but Not Forgotten

Featuring: Robert Downey Jr. x Teen!Daughter!Reader and Avengers cast x Teen!Reader later on. 

You were adopted on your sixth birthday by your loving parents, Emilia and Jason. You’re finishing up junior year of high school with flying colors, you have a great friend and an even better family. Simple story, right?

Wrong.

You have these dreams, weird dreams with a man that looks eerily like you. You brush it off as nothing, just old memories of your biological family.

Then you’re assigned a research paper on anything that you want. You choose to research a cold case. Physical similarities are there: a malformed ear, birthmarks, and a striking resemblance to an aged-up composite sketch, as well an unclear information about your adoption make you uneasy. Uneasy enough to take action.

After that, your world comes crashing down.

You weren’t adopted. You were kidnapped. 

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five 

Chapter Six 

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten 

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve (??)

Chapter Thirteen (??)

Chapter Fourteen (??)

Chapter Fifteen (??)

Chapter Sixteen (??)

Epilogue (??) 

This may change as I am still editing this fic. It was also inspired by @afictionaladventure16‘s fic entitled Safe and Sound. 

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More Than Bravery (Part 1)

 Pairing: Eric Coulter X OC

 Warnings: Maybe some violence, but I guess that’s normal when it comes to Dauntless.

 Word count: 1.083

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 I wake up to the best day of my life. It’s late, I know, but I don’t care. Taking a quick shower, I wear my borrowed clothes and then my gray dress to cover it up. It’s the last time I’ll ever wear these stupid clothes. Running downstairs, I yell for my little brother who leaves the breakfast table to hug me. Leaving him breaks my heart.

 “Are you going to pick Dauntless?” He whispers in my ear and I nod, smiling. “Wait for me there.”

 “I will, sweetie.”

 “Ellen, eat quickly, we have to go.” My mother barks, not bothering to look at us. “Or you’ll go to bed without dinner tonight.”

 I roll my eyes. Judith knows very well I won’t come back, but she just can’t accept it. She’s probably burning inside, never thought this day would ever come. But it did and I couldn’t be happier.

 Holding Benjamin’s hand, I look for Denay in the crowd. I see Mayla and Steven and they wave at me. Getting on my knees, I hold both Ben’s hands on mine.

 “I gotta go now, Ben. But I promise we’ll see each other again.” He starts to cry so I hug him tightly. “I love you, never forget it.”

 “I love you too, Elly.”

 “I have a surprise for you. So pay attention.” With a last hug, I let him go with my mother, running to meet my friends and follow the flow to our place, standing in the corner of the Hub.

 All the factions are here. Every faction but Dauntless. We can hear them before actually seeing them, yelling and running and celebrating. Tyler and Denay come running to us and I hug Denay tight.

 “Finally.” I say, holding his hands. But there’s something in his eyes. His hands are cold and shaking so I raise my eyebrows. “Are you okay?”

 “Yes, but… I need to talk to-”

 “Welcome.” Is Marcus this year. Great. But I won’t let it ruin my day.

 The Choosing Ceremony is starting and I can’t help but focus on the five bowls. I can see the smoke coming from the Dauntless coal. There’s where I want to drop my blood. There’s where I belong.

 Marcus starts calling us. Maya is the first to go, them Tyler. Both pick Dauntless. Steven is scared when his name is called, but after a few seconds of hesitation, he picks Dauntless too.

 “Ellen, I need you to know that…” Denay’s voice fades when I hear my name. I kiss his cheek before stepping forward.

 That’s when I do it. I take off my dress to reveal my black clothes. A black tank top, black jeans, and black shoes. All Dauntless start yelling, but the look on Marcus’ face is the best part of it. I let my hair down when I finally reach the bowls.

 Taking my knife, I cut my hand quickly and let my blood drop on the hot coals. Three drops, more than necessary. Did I cut too deep? I don’t care. I’m smiling, I’m floating. I’ll be Dauntless after all these awful years.

 “Dauntless.” Marcus states in a cold voice, and all my new faction stands up to welcome me as I walk towards my future. Benjamin has a big smile on his lips and I wave at him before sitting in my place beside Mayla.

 “We’re gonna be together.” Mayla takes my hand and I notice how happy she is.

 “We’ll kill each other, but yes.” I laugh as Carly, the girl who borrowed me the black clothes comes to sit with us.

 Now there are only two boys left, and Denay is walking to the stage. I take a deep breath as he cuts his hand… And let his blood fall on the soil.

 “Amity.”

 People groan and murmur. Dauntless don’t like when someone leaves. They hate the fact that they had someone so coward on their complex for sixteen years. But  I stand still, ignoring how my friends try to calm me down. I am calm. Denay just broke up with me in the worst way possible.

 Soon enough we’re leaving. I don’t think twice before following them. I don’t look back. We’re running downstairs and then dominating the streets, pushing whoever is on our way. It feels good to run without worrying if somebody will see me. When the train is approaching, I don’t stop to wait for anyone. I quicken my pace, aiming for the first car. It’s not the first time I do this. Mayla yells my name, but I ignore her and pull myself up to the train, holding tight on the hard metal so I can lean back and feel the wind in my hair. People scream at me like I’m crazy, but I just smile, calmly stepping inside the wagon.

 When I finally feel the train slow down, I look out. There’s a roof with some Dauntless members. A voice back there tells me that I have to jump. Good. Walking to the other side of the wagon, I take a deep breath and run. I can see the street, down there, flying beneath my feet, and then I crash onto the floor. My shoulder aches like hell, but I can’t help but burst into laugh. I’m here. I’m Dauntless. Nothing, not even my coward ex-boyfriend will ruin this.

 “Ellen, you okay?” Mayla asks as Tyler checks on my shoulder.

 “Yes. I’m not bleeding, so that means I’m fine.” I leave them there, pushing through the crowd so I can see who’s speaking.

 “Welcome to the warrior faction.” The man barks, making eye contact with every single initiate. He’s tall, has cold eyes and seems to be hating his job up here. I can notice his muscles even through his jacket.

 My first thought: He’s unbelievably handsome.

 My second thought: He’s dangerous.

 “Now, to prove yourselves worthy, you just have to-”

 “Jump?” I say all of a sudden, noticing how he placed himself beside a small wall. I walk to where he’s standing, bending over the wall to see a huge hole in a roof, leading to complete darkness.

 “Good luck, initiate.” He whispers as I climb the wall, turning my back to the whole. My friends ask me to stop, to listen to the leaders before doing anything stupid, but instead, I look at that man, waiting for a sign. “Prove you’re brave, girl.”

 “I already did.” I say right before letting my body fall back.

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Why "doing something relaxing” does not help your anxiety

A lot of the time when people give advice intended to relieve anxiety, they suggest doing “relaxing” things like drawing, painting, knitting, taking a bubble bath, coloring in one of those zen coloring books, or watching glitter settle to the bottom of a jar.

This advice is always well-intentioned, and I’m not here to diss people who either give it or who benefit from it. But it has never, ever done shit for me, and this is because it goes about resolving anxiety in the completely wrong way.  

THE WORST THING YOU CAN DO when suffering from anxiety is to do a “relaxing” thing that just enables your mind to dwell and obsess more on the thing that’s bothering you. You need to ESCAPE from the dwelling and the obsession in order to experience relief.

You can drive to a quiet farm, drive to the beach, drive to a park, or anywhere else, but as someone who has tried it all many, many times, trust me–it’s a waste of gas. You will just end up still sad and stressed, only with sand on your butt. You can’t physically escape your sadness. Your sadness is inside of you. To escape, you need to give your brain something to play with for a while until you can approach the issue with a healthier frame of mind. 

People who have anxiety do not need more time to contemplate, because we will use it to contemplate how much we suck.

In fact, you could say that’s what anxiety is–hyper-contemplating. When we let our minds run free, they run straight into the thorn bushes. Our minds are already running, and they need to be controlled. They need to be given something to do, or they’ll destroy everything, just like an overactive husky dog ripping up all the furniture. 

Therefore, I present to you: 

THINGS YOU SHOULD NOT DO WHEN ANXIOUS

–Go on a walk

–Watch a sunset, watch fish in an aquarium, watch glitter, etc.

–Go anywhere where the main activity is sitting and watching

–Draw, color, do anything that occupies the hands and not the mind

–Do yoga, jog, go fishing, or anything that lets you mentally drift 

–Do literally ANYTHING that gives you great amounts of mental space to obsess and dwell on things.

THINGS YOU SHOULD DO WHEN ANXIOUS:

–Do a crossword puzzle, Sudoku, or any other mind teaser game. Crosswords are the best.

–Write something. It doesn’t have to be a masterpiece. Write the Top 10 Best Restaurants in My City. Rank celebrities according to Best Smile. Write some dumb Legolas fanfiction and rip it up when you’re done. It’s not for publication, it’s a relief exercise that only you will see. 

–Read something, watch TV, or watch a movie–as long as it’s engrossing. Don’t watch anything which you can run as background noise (like, off the top of my head, Say Yes to The Dress.) As weird as it seems, American Horror Story actually helps me a lot, because it sucks me in. 

–Masturbate. Yes, I’m serious. Your mind has to concentrate on the mini-movie it’s running. It can’t run Sexy Titillating Things and All The Things That are Bothering Me at the same time. (…I hope. If it can, then…ignore this one.) 

–Do math problems—literally, google “algebra problems worksheet” and solve them. If you haven’t done math since 7th grade this will really help you. I don’t mean with math, I mean with the anxiety. 

–Play a game or a sport with someone that requires great mental concentration. Working with 5 people to get a ball over a net is a challenge which will require your brain to turn off the Sadness Channel. 

–Play a video game, as long as it’s not something like candy crush or Tetris that’s mindless. 

THINGS YOU SHOULD DO DURING PANIC ATTACKS ESPECIALLY:

–List the capitals of all the U.S. states

–List the capitals of all the European countries

–List all the shapes you can see. Or all the colors. 

–List all the blonde celebrities you can think of.

–Pull up a random block of text and count all the As in it, or Es or whatever.  

Now obviously, I am not a doctor. I am just an anxious person who has tried almost everything to help myself.  I’ve finally realized that the stuff people recommend never works because this is a disorder that thrives on free time and free mental space. When I do the stuff I listed above, I can breathe again. And I hope it helps someone here too. 

(Now this shouldn’t have to be said but if the “do nots” work for you then by all means do them. They’ve just never worked for me.)

Ooh can I please make a GOT request where the Reader works as a doctor/healer for the Dothraki and loves her work. Khal Drogo falls in love with her and makes excuses to go and see her. He finally gets the courage to ask her out when he sees another patient (or doctor or just another guy) hitting on her and gets jealous. Thank you so much sweetheart!!!

Pairing: Khal Drogo x ReaderFandom: GoT ; ASoIaFWarnings: make out session at the end, but no real steamy parts (how the fuck, right? lolol, I’ll write khal drogo smut soon, I just know it)

A/N: HEEEY BABE! omg thank you SO SO SO MUCH for this request! to be honest, I was a little scared at first, having never written khal drogo stories before, but I really love the character and tried my best to do him justice. also, I changed the “asking her out” part to just making out since I didn’t think Khal Drogo would ask anyone out haha. hope you still like it babe <33 (added Khal Drogo to my fandoms page)

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“Idon’t think you’re sick, Zhania,” you got up from the stool next tothe bed where Zhania was currently lying on. “I think you’re withchild.”

Vazzo,her husband, raised his head at that and started smiling, as didZhania. 

The two of them had been trying for ages.

Yougrinned as well.

“Congratulations!You’re going to be parents!”

Vazzokissed your hand out of gratitude, then went over to Zhania. Youdecided to give the two of them a moment alone and went outside ofyour healer’s tent, just when Khal Drogo wanted to come in.

“Oh,forgive me. Can I help with something?” you smiled up at him.

Heglanced inside the tent and found Vazzo hugging Zhania tightly, ahand on her stomach.

The corner’s of his mouth relaxed a little and you swore you saw the slightest hint of a smile.

“Wouldyou follow me?”

Younodded and followed him to his tent without hesitation.

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She was stuck there was no way for Ned to help her now; not only was King Robert dead but Ned had been arrested and locked away in a cell. Her only chance at escaping and been ripped away from under her; she had tried her best to change her nephews mind at beheading Ned. Rumours had soon spread that Joffrey was not Roberts true heir and that Jaime was his father. Cersei had denied what Ned had accused her of but Y/n had believed him. Jaime and Cersei had always been particularly close; at first she thought it was because they were twins but after Ned’s claims the truth seemed apparent.

Joffrey did not listen to his aunt; he accused her of not supporting the family and being on the side of the Stark family. Y/n warned him that if he did anything to harm Ned that he would start a war; Ned’s son would attack the Lannisters avenging his father. Y/n had known that the people were not fond of the Lannisters and that if a war began than it may cause an uprising in King’s Landing. The taxes had risen and many people were starving, she had seen it first hand when she would sneak out to visit her good friend. Y/n had threatened to sent a raven to her father if he did not realise Ned Stark and any harm came to his head.

Cersei was not pleased with her younger sisters demands and threats, but the mention of her father unsettled her. Her father showed no affection to his daughter Y/n, but he hated wars that was unnecessary and there wasn’t anything in it for him. She had always been the apple of her fathers eye, Cersei hated to displease him and be the focus of his anger. Noticing the problem that may arise she demanded Y/n to leave so that she can speak alone with her son.

That afternoon had been the longest that Y/n had to endure, she left in search of Sansa and Arya. She found Sansa alone in her quarters; safe and away from harm. Y/n promises to do everything in her power to help her father return back to Winterfell and return the girls back to their mother. 

Sansa is frightened of what Joffrey may do to their father; Y/n comforts the girl by wrapping her arms around Sansa and allowing her to cry in her arms. One comfort that Y/n never received from Cersei or Jaime, the only person that had shown her love was her older brother Tyrion. She had not heard from in a while and was shocked that Catelyn had held him prisoner for the attack of Bran. Y/n knew that she was wrong; Tyrion would never harm a child. Tyrion may fuck many whores but he was a sensitive and kind person; she hoped that Catelyn would not do anything foolish and harm him.

Later that day Cersei demanded that Y/n return to the great hall and discuss the current situation. Her heart raced as she quietly walked behind the queens guard; she was worried that Joffrey had not followed her advice and would cause a war.

As she walked into the great hall, she found Joffrey in the same place she found him earlier perched on the iron throne. He sat with a serious expression on his face as he impatiently tapped his foot on the ground.

‘Aunt Y/n’ Joffrey spoke up ‘I have thought about what you discussed earlier after further discussion with mother’

‘And what is it you have decided?’

‘Ned Stark will return north and take the black at the wall. I will not take his head, but he will no longer have power at WInterfell. That seat will be passed to his son Rob, we have also thought it best to tie both of our families together to prevent any repercussions’

A lump grew within her throat on hearing his news; she now knew what his plans were.

‘I do not understand’

‘You are to marry his son Rob’

‘Rob Stark? You wish for me to wed his eldest son?’ she asks.

‘Yes to ensure that his son does not start an unnecessary war. There are rumours of the Dragon Queen and her growing army, we require all men on our side’

‘Very well my king. When are you to release Ned Stark?’

‘He will be released on the Morrow, you will are to accompany Ned Stark north along with Sansa and Arya and to negotiate the release of Tyrion and his safe journey to King’s Landing’

‘I shall do that for you dear nephew. I thank you for the opportunity and the release of Ned Stark’

Y/n bowed to her nephew and made her way out of the hall, she makes her way back to her quarters and asks her maid to leave her be and not to be disturbed. There is no way out of her situation and has no way to explain to Rob that she is carrying his brothers child.

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Soulmate (Gabriel x Reader)

Summary: Gabriel is reunited with his soulmate the reader after 8 years of supposedly being dead. How will her brothers Dean and Sam react?

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader, Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader, Castiel x Reader (Platonic), Ketch x Reader. 

Setting: Men of Letters Bunker. 

Request: Sprouted from my mind. 

Warnings: Some Violence, Couple curse words, Mentions of Abuse, Mentions of heartbreak, kidnapping? Other than that fluff with a reunited couple. 

Note: Takes place during episode 13x17 and 13x18. ‘The Thing’ and ‘Bring ‘em Back Alive.’ 

SO SPOILERS IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THEM!!!!

This is my interpretation of what the reader would go through if she was the boys younger sister (Sams Twin) and was soulmates with Gabriel. Let me know what you think!

NO GIFS USED THROUGHOUT THE STORY ARE MINE.

If you would like to be part of a fandom tag-list or infinite tag-list let me know! I have one for Stranger Things, Billy Hargrove, and Supernatural. 

Author: Heather 

Requests are open! 

Word Count: 3754!!!

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You’re Safe Now

Pairing: JJ x Reader

Warnings: mentions of rape and swearing. 

!! This topic is a very serious matter and may find this disturbing or triggering to read so do be warned. If you feel uncomfortable reading, please don’t feel bad for leaving and going to read something else.

Word count: 2,407

Summary: You’re a kook and you and JJ have recently broken it off, so Sarah persuades you to go out to a party to try and get over him. 

A/N: i know pogues and kooks don’t usually go to house parties together but let’s just pretend they do in this

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The weight she felt is back. Well, it never really left her. It was just numbed with the excessive amount of alcohol that she consumed, leaving her with a pain in her head and the all known feelings of sharp and sudden pangs in her chest. 

 The pain was unusual to her, as before, heartbreak was a mystery. But now it’s only gotten worse. The swooping sensation in her stomach has risen and has the feeling that everything is slowed down, as if running in water has hit rock bottom.

 Sarah has checked on her multiple times in the past week but she just wanted to be alone. Alone to her thoughts. Thoughts on why he left. Crying, sleeping, drinking and thinking about him had been the only tasks she could bring herself to do. But was that really helping her? It didn’t seem to be, but the pain of seeing someone else who was happy, and them not feeling what she was, hurt her the most. She knew once Sarah left her room she would go out and live her life like normal and be happy, so why couldn’t she be like that?

 Staring at the ceiling, Y/N heard two faint knocks on the door, followed by it opening. She didn’t bother to look because she knew it would be her best friend coming to check up on her like she has done almost every day for the past week. Trying to get her to do the basic tasks of showering, eating and drinking anything other than what her parents had in their liquor cabinet and cupboards.

“Y/N? How are you feeling?” Sarah asked cautiously as she made her way to sit beside her on the side of the bed. Ignoring her, Y/N just sat up and lent against the headboard and played with her hands that were seated in her lap.

“Listen, I know you’re not in the mood, but I think it will be a really good idea for you to come out with me tonight.” Continuing to ignore her, Sarah sighed and began speaking again, “there’s not gunna be a lot of people there, the Kooks are just throwing a small thing, close friends, and a couple of Tourons, so you can get your mind off of him. You can shower, get changed and leave the house to get some fresh air. It will do you good.”

Y/N wanted to disagree with her, she really did. But deep down she knew Sarah was right. Staying in bed and feeling sorry for herself wouldn’t get her over him and fix her. She wouldn’t heal and forget about him if I didn’t carry on living her life. 

Looking up at her best friend, positioned beside her on the bed, she sent her a small nod and returned the intense gaze she had back to her hands on her lap.

“Okay, I’ll run you a shower,” she said enthusiastically as she stood up and walked towards the bathroom that was connected to the bedroom.

An hour later, Y/N and Sarah stepped along the sidewalk outside of the big kook house that held the party. Sarah said the party was going to be small, with hardly any people. But boy was she wrong. Y/N instantly regretted her decision to go and started backing up, stepping away from the house and its loud music further wishing to be tucked under the covers of her bed.

“Y/N! I’m so sorry, I honestly thought it was going to be small, I guess the word got out.” Sarah saw her movements and grabbed her hand before she could go anywhere.

“It’s okay,” Y/N returned in such a quiet voice she was surprised she could be heard. Sarah gave her a small smile and began to lead her into the house.

The music was so loud that it made her skin tingle and her lungs feel like mush. Not that that was how she was already feeling anyway. Over the roar of music, a distant, hazy chatter could be heard. She couldn’t make out any words, but laughter rang in her ears and wouldn’t seem to stop. A simple task that she found extremely hard to do in the past couple days. She found it sad that she couldn’t bring herself to laugh, but couldn’t blame herself. All she is, is sadness, every other emotion pushed from her being. 

Following Sarah through the house, being held by her arm, they made it to the kitchen, where Sarah poured herself and Y/N a drink. Gladly accepting. Neither of them knew what it was made of but it tasted good. As she was taking a sip, letting the familiar feeling of the alcohol travel down her throat, she again felt her arm being pulled and led away from the kitchen making her feet follow.

Weaving in-between masses of people, they finally arrived at a group of people Y/N recognised as Sarah’s friends from her classes, some she knew from hanging out, others she had never spoken to but were friendly nonetheless. Sending everyone a friendly but emotionless smile to be polite, she ignores all of their conversations, sipping her drink quietly to herself and falling back into the recent familiar state of feeling alone.

Looking around at the people in the crowded room, it is full of kooks, tourons and pogues. Everyone is feeding off of the smiles and fast drinking. It’s wall to wall of people dancing to the music or standing in individual groups, chatting, drinking and playing games. There’s no room for any more people to go. One of the busiest parties Y/N has ever seen. 

Then she sees him.

Stealing her breath and the heat from her skin. He was sitting on the edge of a sofa across the room from her, staring at his beer bottle that was in his hands. Wearing his signature grey board shorts, his classic grey, sleeveless shirt and his old worn out boots that she had to move one too many times for being in the way, thrown on her bedroom floor.

He had dark circles under his eyes and the few day stubble decorating his jaw, told her he also hasn’t been looking after himself. The obvious weight loss could be seen around his neck and face making his jawline look more prominent and his neck even smaller. 

Surrounded by the pogues, she could tell that he too, wasn’t invested in the party he was at, and all of the conversations happening around him. His expression was of one being forced to endure an unpleasant odour. Was he being forced there too? Was he hurting just as much as she was? With her mind wondering, other questions popped into her head. Did Sarah know he was going to be here? Is that why she made her come? 

Y/N knew Sarah had been seeing John B (not that anyone else was supposed to know) so was this all one big plan that they came up with to get the two of them back together again?

Her eyes slowly began to fill with tears as she continued to watch him. Watch his movements. Watch his hands move around the bottle in his hands while trying to remove the paper on its side. Watching his eyes move as people walk past him or sit down around him. 

Before she began to cry in front of everyone and he could see her, Y/N stood to her feet and walked away making her way through the masses of people to find an empty section of the house. 

Just as she made it out of the crowd of people and into an empty hallway, the wall of tears burst like water from a dam, falling down her face. She felt the muscles of her chin tremble like a small child and looked toward the window, as if the moon light could soothe her. She hears her own sounds, like a distressed child, raw from the inside. It takes something out of her I didn’t know she had left to give. 

The door to the room next to her began to open, making her quickly wipe away the excess tears that were down her cheeks and taking a deep breath in to try and calm her rapid breathing. Looking at her reflection through the window that was opposite the door, she could see two heavily intoxicated guys stumble out of a bedroom, followed by Rafe Camron.

She didn’t know what was going on inside of the room, but she knew it was something to do with drugs by the way all three mens pupils were dilated and all had slight residue of white powder around their noses.

He was wearing the usual kook fashion that most at the party dressed in, of khaki shorts and pink and white polo shirt as well as his signature slicked back hair style. He was drunk, but not as much his friend who he was just with. 

His blue eyes followed the other two as they stumbled down the corridor,still standing in the doorway before he landed his eyes on Y/N. He continued to stare, making her so uncomfortable that she began to turn away, to find another quiet place in the house to be alone.

“Y/N right? Sarah’s friend?” he asked, stopping her by positioning his body to block the route she was going to take back to the party.

“Uh yeah, but I, I need to um.. I need to go and find Sarah now,” she stuttered quietly, cursing at herself for how obvious the discomfort in her voice was. Not wanting to get into a conversation of why she’s crying to the person who hates the pogues, and more specifically JJ, the most. 

“You know, I’ve alway had a thing for you,” Rafe’s raspy voice said, looking down on her. Watching her every move without taking a blink. She backed herself more into the wall, a way of hiding from him. He stalked after her, trapping her. She felt the walls begin to close in every step Rafe took. “But I lost all respect for you when I heard you got with that dirty pogue.”

“Please Rafe, just let me go” she felt more tears burn in her eyes and they began to fall. 

“Now now, don’t cry,” Rafe cooed, shivering when she felt the rough texture of his hands brushing a stray tear from her face with the other hand slightly above her hip. Her body automatically tried to get away from his but his tight grip on my body only made it harder. Pinning her further into the wall.

“I haven’t got laid in awhile,” Rafe said. Y/N’s stomach dropped to the ground. 

Y/N let out a choked sob. “Please,” she pleaded again.

Her watery eyes enlarged and the hairs on the nape of her neck stood up from fear. She tried to scream or make any sort of noise to gain the attention of anyone, but the inside of her mouth lacked any moisture and a croak was all that could make it past her lips. She felt the panic begin like a cluster of spark plugs in her abdomen. 

Rafe placed a chaste kiss on her neck, his stubby fingers curled in her hair and he still had his body pressed against hers against the wall.

Out of nowhere, a balled fist collided with Rafe’s cheekbone, flinging his neck backward like a willow caught in the wind. He stumbled backwards, releasing his body from the terrified girls, rubbing his cheek with his palm. 

“Rafe, what the fuck?” a girl’s voice shouted. Sarah. Y/N collapsed to the floor trying to take in air through her trembling body. Sarah following trying to help calm the petrified girl on the floor

“JJ! Get off of him, you made your point!” another familiar voice shouted. John B.

Looking up through watery eyes she saw the commotion that was unfolding in front of her.

JJ.  

He saved her from Rafe as if he could hear her silent prayers and pleads.

She saw as John B held a struggling JJ from attacking an already bruised and bloody Rafe led on the floor trying to pull himself up.

“Rafe just leave” you heard Sarah say from beside you, as she continued to stroke Y/N’s back.

Gazing over at JJ, his menacing eyes were a blazing red staring at the man as he walked back to the main party. His head tilted down making the rest of his features indistinguishable.

As Rafe left, John B let go of the angry teen and he instantly made his way to her. Before she could draw in the air her body desperately needed, JJ knelt down on her other side and helped her up with help from Sarah.

Standing with his support, she melted into his form. Feeling his firm torso and the heart that beats within. His hands are folded around her back, drawing her in closer. She can feel her body shake. Releasing the current event and seeing him and touching him for the first time since they broke up.

Sarah backed up and clung to John B as tears welled in her eyes as she watched the girl in JJ’s arms. She always saw Y/N as this tough Kook who wouldn’t take shit from anyone. And seeing her best friend so vulnerable at the hands of someone she trusted, hurt.

JJ pulls his head back and wipes the tears that fell from Y/N’s eyes with his callous fingers. Even the roughness of his fingertips brings more relief then her heart can hold. He is eating her with his eyes, running his hand through her Y/H/C hair.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.. you’re safe now,” he spoke in a quiet hushed voice. Kissing her forehead like they would always do to each other to try and calm themselves down.

In that moment all she could think about was him. Why they broke up and went their separate ways in the first place. It’s as if all that love became pain, pain became fear and the fear sowed hatred. Hatred strong enough to break them. Ironic isn’t it. Maybe that’s the way things go, a strong hate to break a strong love.

“Thank you”