#what up yall not dead just bread

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Is Soap the crazy ex that's stealing your stuff and Ghost won't do anything about it?

cw toxic relationship, stalking, pillow humping, panty sniffing/licking

The sheer AMOUNT of asks and comments and tags I got begging for it to be fem Soap... TBH I hadn't originally Thought that but yall convinced my ass so easy!! (As if toxic lesbianism isn't my bread and fucking butter)

Soap being sooo obsessed with you- Ghost dumped her because he loves loves LOVES seeing Soap emotionally distraught but got distracted with you soon after, he forgot to take Soap back before her last bits of sanity fled her.

She starts by finding all your social media, she swears that you're posting soft launch photos of Ghost’s hand on your thigh specifically to taunt her. Of course, all that does is rile her up more, and the logical conclusion to cope with that, of course, is to break into your flat while you're away on vacation with Ghost. Serves you right for flying to the fucking Caribbean with her man.

She considers smashing everything she can get her claws on while draped on your bed, your cat purring against Soap while she pets it mindlessly. Spares herself a little maniacal smile at the idea burning your whole fucking place down- she'd wait around a corner as you'd come home and fall to your knees in agony having lost it all.

Scratching just beneath the cats chin and cooing, "Don't worry love, I'd be sure to take good care of ye. Probably better than yer mum thas' for sure."

Ultimately, she does something stranger. She spends the entirety of your remaining vacation (two weeks, one day, and seventeen hours-- bleeding Christ, Ghost never spent more than two nights at Soap’s flat) living as you. The sweet old woman across from you that you asked to check in on your cat while you were gone? Why, she's so old her eyesight is going out. She doesn't trust her memory that much either. So when she squints up at Soap, she doesn't question anything as she passes the fraud your house key.

"Back early, eh pet?"

"Ah, no, but time does fly, doesnae?"

She wakes up every morning in your perfumed, satin sheets. She brushes her teeth with your brush, your paste- licking the bristles like a sweet until all the mint flavor was gone. Showers with all your soaps and slathers herself with your expensive oils after. Looks herself in the eyes in the mirror as she puts your lipstick on. Finds any set of clothes in your closet that fit her, unafraid to play tailor to make especially pretty items fit. Doesn't care if your shoes don't fit her, she makes them fit one way or another. Eats your oats, drinks your coffee from your unwashed mug as she looks down fondly as the cat eats the breakfast Soap put out for it. When she orders out, she puts your name down. Gets a little thrill in the cafes when they call out her tea but your name, gleefully smiling as she takes the paper cup.

Takes strange men home, and by home that still means yours, so they can fuck her like a worthless whore while spitting your name. It's pornographic when Soap throws her head back and cums with a cry when a man won't stop whining your name. She can't escape the sweet smell of your perfume.

Living as you, Soap has never felt so beautiful or put together in her life. It comes as a horrible, dizzying conclusion to Soap in the dead of night: she's not mad at you anymore. She's in love with you. It has her staggering out of bed, nearly collapsing at your hamper when she finds what she was hoping for. Falling over herself back onto your bed and mounting one of your pillows, muscular hips jerking as she rubs her bare, sopping cunt against the fabric. One hand gripping the corner of the pillow, keeping it in place and imagining it was your hair in her fist. The other hand holding a pair of your underwear to her nose. She takes a grotesquely deep sniff, eyes rolling back in her head with a guttural moan. She doesn't stop even as her hips start to buck faster, more desperate. It was then Soap’s turn to whine out your name like it were a last prayer, again and again. Strong thighs flexing as her rhythym became more erratic, her body bowing forward as she chased her orgasm. Tongue daring to dart out and tasting salt, tasting you, the new love of her life, this was the straw that finally broke Soap for good.

#cw toxic relationship #cw stalking #noel.haps #ghoap x reader #soap x reader #fem soap #me writing soap as nuts: yea lesbianism will do that to ye #forgive me for bad english im very sick

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A/N: *screams in excitement* its here!!! its finally here!!! im so happy i finally got to finish a longer fic without hitting rockbottom with it. this one was very easy to write, i think i was heavily inspired by the night agent series on netflix lol now im very excited for yall to read it!!

WORD COUNT: 12.5k

WARNING: gun use, getting shot, blood, stalking, bullying

SUMMARY: Being Eroda's first daughter is not all sunshine and rainbows. It's tough out there when people are so fast to judge you and turn their back on you. But there is one person who's been there for you all along. Your bodyguard, Harry.

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The wine is nice. The salad is tragic, probably the worst you’ve ever had. You wonder how dessert will turn out to be, could be good or poisonous at this point.

The company?

Well, at least he is not staring at your breasts.

Going out with Jaiden sounded a lot more fun when he asked you out in the library, but now that you’ve been listening to him speak for the past thirty-two minutes, you’re counting it, he appears to be just another douche who wants to brag about you at the next frat party. He probably thinks he is doing well and he might get lucky once you leave the restaurant, but there are two reasons why that won’t happen.

One, you spotted some tomato sauce on his left hand before he left to the restroom and when he came back it was still there, he did not wash his hands and then touched the garlic bread. You’ve pushed the basket out of your view discreetly after that. It’s already a very strong point, but the second one is the real deal.

There is absolutely no way the three agents, one by the door, one by the window and one at two tables from you would be okay with assisting to your hookup. Well, it’s not that they would have a choice, if you think of it. But think about it: even if he weren’t a pig, this is how it would go.

Arriving to Jaiden’s building you would be told to wait outside with Morrison, while Jackson and Styles go up and check out Jaiden’s place. Then they would come down to get you. If the mood weren’t dead by this point, you’d have to go up and start the action with one agent down in front of the building, one by the front door and then the worst, you just know Styles would stand by the bedroom door like a statue, listening closely to everything happening inside.

Then when it would be over you’d have to leave with the three men around you and return to your place. Madness. Pure comedy.

“What do you think?”

Jaiden’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts about the ridiculous daydream of tonight and you realize you have no idea what he’s been talking about in the last seven minutes.

“Um, sorry?” you clear your throat, reaching for the wine.

“I was asking you about how…”

You look over his shoulder and spot Styles through the glass door, zoning out of the conversation in record time.

He is wearing civil clothes, all three of the agents are, that was the deal when you’re out somewhere, with friends or on a date which happen once in a leap year, to be honest. He’s wearing a black t-shirt with a black bomber jacket over, simple, dark jeans and trainers. You wonder if this is actually his style, if this is how he dresses when he is not on duty, when he is running errands or meeting up with his friends for drinks. You only see him when he is responsible for protecting you at all cost, he’s been head of your security team for the past two years and it’s been a rollercoaster of a ride.

He was a real pain in the ass at the beginning, he would jump at every possible noise, he dragged you out of class once because someone’s pen clicked louder than the usual. Fuck, you lost count of the times you screamed at him, asking what was his problem, if he lost his mind and every time he just stood there, like a fucking rock and then just nodded at the end and carried on with his nonsense.

It took some time and lots of communication to find balance. You realized he would never listen to you when you’re screaming from the top of your lungs and you had to accept that he is just doing his job. So you sat down with him and your father, the president of Eroda to talk about boundaries.

Things have been better since then and the two of you actually work well together. Most of the times.

He was next to you at every major event, ups and downs, he drove you home after you confronted your last serious boyfriend about how he cheated on you with three different girls, you sobbed like a baby and couldn’t even open the lock on your front door. He took the keys gently from your hand and did it for you. When you woke up in the morning the fridge was stocked with your favorites. You never asked, but you know he did it.

He has attended concerts and parties with you, shadowing you even when you had to get tampons in the middle of the night. You bet he knows what brand and size you use too at this point. As much as he’d gotten on your nerves millions of times… you like the guy. He is straight forward, always speaks his mind if asked, he sees things in a very rational way. He’s ambitious and hard-working and most of all, trustworthy.

He might actually be your best friend.

How tragic, you consider your head of security to be your best friend! This must be the end here…

“You’re really not listening, are you?” Jaiden laughs, but it’s dry, he looks pissed when you look back at him.

“Sorry, it’s been… a long week. And honestly, I kind of lost interest when you started talking about football, since I know nothing about it.”

“Wow, okay, so what were you expecting? Brainstorming about possible ways to stop the climate change?” he scoffs and you actually think about just standing up and leaving.

“No, but on a date you usually talk about things you both like. I guess we have nothing in common, then. So why don’t we—“

“You really know how to make people feel stupid.”

“Excuse me?” Your eyebrows shoot up, this is getting interesting.

“Just because daddy runs the country, doesn’t mean you’re above us all. Don’t have to be such a snob.”

“Oh, it wasn’t even me being a snob,” you retort with a forced smile as you grab your bag from the table and from the corner of your eyes you already see the agents moving. “It’s been a lovely evening, but I think we’re better as… I would say friends, but it wouldn’t be true. Bye, Jaiden.”

You stand and plan to march past him to meet Morrison and Jackson to head out, but Jaiden is not done, it seems. He jumps to his feet and his hand grabs your upper arm, pulling you back. He barely just opens his mouth when Hell breaks loose.

Morrison is first to get his hands on him, yanking him away from you while Jackson tears his hand off you, then it gets twisted behind him and Styles arrives, smacking your date up against the wall.

The whole restaurant is staring at you and you just want the ground to open beneath you.

You stop at your front door out of instinct, already knowing they have to sweep through the place before you could enter. Styles stands beside you and waits for Morrison and Jackson to return. When it’s confirmed you walk in, a blank look on your face.

“Have a nice night, guys. Thank you for tonight,” you tell them in a robotic voice. Morrison and Jackson says good night and you hear the door closing, but you know you’re not alone.

Styles stands by the door and you can feel him watching your every move as you put your heels away and take your earrings out.

“Are you gonna give me a lecture about choosing guys more wisely?” you ask, finally facing him. He’s standing with his hands clasped together at the front, his usual pose, but it’s a bit odd without his usual suit.

“No,” he answers shortly and you wait for him to say whatever is on his mind. “Just wanted to ask if you’re alright.”

“My arm is fine, you don’t ha—“

“I wasn’t asking about your arm.”

You stare back at him in silence, everything just dawns on you all at once and your chest feels like burning.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you breathe out, but then a tear rolls down your face.

You see the change in him instantly. His eyes soften as he walks over to you, his gaze frantically searching your face, probably trying to figure out what to do. They don’t tell agents how to deal with young, crying women who feel like they are going to die alone.

“I’m fine, really,” you say again and he pulls out a tissue from his pocket, handing it over to you.

“He was a douche. Don’t take it too seriously.”

“How many disastrous dates have I been on in the past year?” you ask with a shaking voice. He doesn’t answer, just clenches his jaw. “You know damn well that it was my eleventh. You were there at all of them. I can’t help but start to think that something must be wrong with me and not with them.”

“Nothing is wrong with you. They were… weird guys. They were the problem, not you.”

“So then it’s just my taste that’s trash, right?” you let out a bitter laugh, hoping that making fun of yourself would help, but it doesn’t. It never does.

“Finding the right person is hard. You have to give it time.”

“I’m impatient, if you haven’t noticed.”

“I have. The first day I met you.”

There it is.

That teeny tiny smile that barely just curls up the corners of his mouth but it drives you insane. Because it’s so rare, it’s so intimate and every time you see it the urge to kiss it gets harder and harder.

Yes, it’s such a cliché, but you do have a crush on your bodyguard. You fought it, you really did, but one day you had to realize there’s nothing you can do about it. Now you’re just trying to live with it but moments like this make it really hard not to overstep certain boundaries. For one, you really shouldn’t have feelings for someone whose job is to protect your life at all cost. Your father would have a heart attack if he found out you’re hooking up with an agent. And two… he might be nice to you, a real friend, but you feel like there’s no way he would ever feel the same way about you. Hell, sometimes, on your worse days you even question his friendship. What if it’s all just the job for him? To take care of your fragile little soul?

You’re awfully lonely.

“Get some rest, you have an 8 am class in the morning.”

He steps back and the smile is gone just like that.

“Yes sir!” you salute him, to which you just get a bored look before he takes one last look around and walks out to check in with the night shift agents outside your door.

You’d rather spend this Saturday evening locked up in your bedroom, watching Criminal Minds and eating popcorn, but tonight is one of those occasions where you have to make an official appearance as the president’s daughter.

You’ve definitely woken up on the wrong side of the bed, nothing went as you planned so far and you even had a fight with Styles because he ended your morning run earlier when a group of obnoxious fratboys appeared on the football field next to the running track and they accidentally threw a ball in your way.

You have not talked to him since, haven’t even seen him, but you know for a fact he will be coming with you tonight. He is there at every official event, never missing one.

There’s a soft knock on the front door just when you’ve finished getting dressed. You shuffle over to the door and opening you find yourself facing Styles in his usual suit, a change from the workout clothes he wore in the morning.

Fuck, you want to act grumpy still, but he looks especially good with slightly more tamed than usually and he is freshly shaven.

“Ready to go?” he asks.

“Not yet. Come and help me, please,” you say as you turn around, but you notice he is not following you. “Come on, I won’t bite your head off.”

With a tiny frown he finally moves and follows you into your bedroom where you grab the diamond necklace you want to wear tonight.

“Can you put it on, please?”

He takes the necklace, holding it so gently, you have never seen him handle something with so much care.

Maybe only you.

You turn around and hold your hair up as he reaches around your neck and you bit back a moan when his fingers brush against your collarbone. He fidgets with the clasp for a few moments before taking a step back once it’s done.

“Do you think I can make an early Irish exit tonight?” you ask, stepping into your heels and he offers you a hand that you gladly take to help the process. Once you’re done you head out, Styles following you right behind.

“Don’t think the president would appreciate it.”

“Oh, I know him well, I think I can have a pass from him.”

It’s another event where you feel absolutely useless, you’re just there so your father could show off.

“…And this is my daughter, Y/N. She is studying law!... She is top of her class, yes… Isn’t she a lovely young woman?...”

The smile on your face starts to hurt when you decide to take a break from all the guests that you know nothing about but they all seem to be very familiar with you.

“I’m gonna go out for a bit,” you tell Styles who’s been your shadow all night, three other agents watching your every step as well from different points of the room.

“Let me che—“

“I think there’s no danger out on the balcony, everyone has been thoroughly checked here, I’ll be fine for five minutes.”

You have a staring match for a minute where he weighs in on your words before finally nodding.

“Five minutes,” he says, opening the door for you.

“Start the fucking clock,” you mumble under your breath.

As you stand by the railing, staring out into the night you feel more deflated than ever. Like you’ve lost every ounce of energy and the urge to just scream is quite tempting. This is not the life you dreamed of, but it is what your father always wanted and you sometimes feel like a terrible daughter for being so displeased. You do have privileges others would never get to experience, but you’ve never felt lonelier and more out of place. The way here showed you how shallow your friendships have been, now only have about three people you consider your friend and one is your bodyguard, one is studying in Switzerland and the third is… Wait, there’s no third. That’s it, you have two friends.

You hear Styles stepping closer and you already know what he is about to say.

“I know my time is up, but if you dare to remind me, I’m pushing you off this balcony.”

Turning around you face him, ready to fight him for some more time, but you’re surprised to see him with that tiny smile on his face.

“You’re really moody today,” he states, but it’s not one of those smartass comments he usually makes, he is teasing you.

“Surprising?”

“A little bit. Are you… Are you still upset about your date?” His face turns serious.

“I was never upset about the date specifically. I was upset because… Whatever, it doesn’t matter.”

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

“Stop being so fucking polite,” you groan.

“I can’t be rude to you, I would lose my job.”

“You’ve been rude to me on several occasions! Especially at the beginning!” you accuse him.

“I was never rude. I was honest.”

“Jesus, you are so annoying,” you roll your eyes that earns a smirk from him.

“That’s not my job, but I tend to be that often.”

“I might be moody, but you’re awfully cheeky tonight. What’s gotten into you?”

You head back inside, Styles following you.

“Don’t know, guess I’m just in a good mood.”

“Alright, then I’ll need a drink to put up with this new side of yours.”

And that’s what you did, but you didn’t stop at one drink. You didn’t plan to, but you successfully got so drunk Styles had to rescue you out of the venue before your father saw you. After all, you did make an Irish exit.

In the car you can tell Harry is not in the same good mood, he looks rather pissed as he drives you back home, constantly checking the mirrors to see if Morrison and Jackson are behind you.

“Aw, did I make your job harder?” you pout, but then start laughing as you look at his hard stare. His profile looks annoyingly beautiful and you just want to draw the slope of his nose with your finger.

“No, but it would have been nice if I didn’t have to bring you out through the back door on my shoulder, because you kept running away.”

You start laughing as he recites what happened just about fifteen minutes ago when he was trying to chase you down to get you into the car and away from anyone that could ruin your father’s political career if they saw his daughter running around drunk.

“Don’t be so pissed, your eyebrows will glue together one day, you pull the together way too much,” you snort out a laugh as you slide lower in your seat.

It’s an hour long drive and of course, you fall asleep soon. When you open your eyes next, you see that you’re already in the garage of your building.

“Come on, you need to get to bed.” Styles opens the car door, but you’re still half drunk and half asleep, so you just mumble something and close your eyes back. “Y/N, you can’t spend the night in the car.”

“Says who?” you breathe out.

For a few seconds nothing happens and you start drifting back to sleep when you feel an arm behind your back and one under your knees. You faintly realize that you’re being carried up to your apartment and when you force yourself to open your eyes, you realize that it’s Styles.

“Mm, is this also in your job description?” you groggily tease him, barely able to keep your eyes open. “Mr. Styles. Harry. Can I… call you that?”

“Call me whatever you want,” he answers and then waits in front of the apartment while it’s checked out. With the last bits of your energy you study his face that’s now dangerously up close. He is carrying you like you weigh nothing, his strong hold keeping you safe.

“Oh, don’t tell me stuff like that,” you chuckle, your eyes closing as you push down a yawn. You hear the agents coming out of your apartment, saying it’s clear before Harry starts walking again and a few moments later you’re laid down on your bed.

“You have to change, Y/N,” he tells you, pulling your heels off your sore feet. Groaning, you sit up and he helps you up to a standing position before turning around to walk out, but you stop him, pulling him back by his hand.

“I can’t get this off alone,” you say, nodding down at your dress. You catch the hesitation in his eyes as he weighs in the situation and steps back at last.

You turn around and move your hair so he can access the zipper. He doesn’t move instantly and you’re almost about to turn around when you finally feel his touch on your back. He places one hand to your shoulder blade, holding the dress in place while he pulls the zipper down with the other.

Slowly.

So slowly, it’s almost like foreplay.

Especially since you have no bra underneath, so the lower he gets the more skin he is able to see. The silky dress loosens around your body and you know he is looking at your bare back. With one hand you keep the dress to your chest, but the other one lets go of your hair as you turn back around to face him. 

The alcohol is working eagerly in your system and you’re feeling blunt and risky as you hold your chin high with a half smirk.

“Where did your cheekiness go, Harry?”

“I’m gonna go now.” He gulps hard as he backs away towards the door, but you follow him.

“Am I that scary? That you’re running away?”

“Y/N, stop.” He looks into your eyes as he finally stops and his green irises appear dangerously dark as he stares back at you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you shrug innocently as you keep walking towards him until you’re just inches away from his chest. “Have you never thought of me like that?”

He doesn’t answer, but you don’t see disgust on his face and it’s enough for you to keep pushing.

“Because I have. Several times. On nights when I knew you were outside and then other times when I didn’t know where you were but I was hoping you were thinking of me.”

He is still completely silent, though his eyes are throwing fireworks your way when one of the straps of your dress slips down your shoulder.

“I want you and I want you to want me too, Harry,” you whisper as you move even closer, your hand that’s holding your dress pushing to his chest while the other moves up to the base of his neck. His skin is burning and you’re desperate to feel it underneath his crispy dress shirt too. 

But before you could close the gap, he pulls back and it’s like a slap across your face.

“Go to bed, Y/N. You need to sleep.”

“But think about it, you could brag about fucking the president’s daughter, wouldn’t you want that? You’d be the man, Harry.”

Your words are like venom as you look at him, your chest heaving, your heart hammering under your hand. 

“Stop talking before you say something you might regret,” he warns you.

“So you’re not man enough to fuck me? How should I trust you with my life then if you can’t even make me come?” you call after him when he is already out of the bedroom.

He freezes and the words sink in as you stare at the back of his head. You expect him to turn around and lecture you, to tell you how cheap you sounded, but instead he just walks out of the apartment and leaves you to your spiraling, drunk thoughts.

You realize you never actually knew panic and terror until you wake up the next morning, realizing what you did last night. That you have to face Harry after you almost begged him to fuck you and then said he is not man enough to be your guard because he didn’t have sex with you.

You have an afternoon yoga class on Sunday that you very much consider canceling on just so you don’t have to face Harry, but you can’t hide in your apartment forever, you’d have to meet him again sooner or later. So when it’s time for you to leave and you hear the knock on your door you open it with shaking hands, relief washing over you instantly when you find DeLuca standing in front of you, no trace of Harry.

That means you have some more time to figure out how to deal with the situation you got yourself into. Yoga actually helps you find some peace of mind, but only until you leave and catch on Jackson’s radio before getting into the car, Harry’s voice asking for a report.

He is working and he’ll be at your apartment, meaning that you have to go through the most awkward situation ever in about fifteen minutes. 

It all happens as if you were in a movie. Arriving at the garage Jackson opens the door for you, DeLuca rounds the car and right at that moment the doors to the elevator swing open and Harry walks out with two other agents. Your mouth goes dry and you’re getting ready to fake your death, but things take a turn then.

“DeLuca, take her to the second floor, it’s been cleared. Jackson, Morrow, come with us.” Harry instructs the agents and you realize something is wrong.

“What? What’s happening?” 

There’s an apartment on the second floor for the agents, like their own little headquarter and it’s usually the safe place they take you to whenever something looks suspicious. Harry looks at you, worry etched onto his face as he places a hand to your back and leads you over to DeLuca.

“There’s been a security alert while you were away, we need to check the whole building.”

“Alert? What kind?” 

“Someone tried to get into your place,” is all he says before he passes you over to DeLuca and disappears with the other agents.

The time you spend on the second floor feels like forever, but it’s actually only twelve minutes. They sweep through the whole building and check the system, trying to find out what happened, but the cameras only caught a man in a black hoodie who stopped at your door, fidgeted with the lock for a while but couldn’t get in so he left. When it’s safe for you to return to your own place you’re walked back by two agents, but the tension is still thick. 

You hear Harry doubling the agents for the rest of the day and night and he checks your apartment one last time himself again when his phone rings and you know it’s your dad calling from the tone he answers the call.

“Yes, sir. Passing the phone over,” Harry says after the briefing of the situation and then holds the phone out to you.

“Dad?”

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, I wasn’t here.”

“Alright. We’ll have some extra agents around you for a while. I know you don’t like the guardedam, but we have to do it until we find out who it was.”

“Okay.”

You talk a little more and then you give the phone back to Harry, because your dad wants to have a few words with him. He listens carefully for a while and then walks out of the apartment, leaving you wondering what else there could be, but your dad could be a little too overprotective, so you’re sure he is just fussing about the situation.

You’ve just finished making yourself a cup of tea when Harry returns. He would never admit it, but you can tell this incident is stressing him out. 

“Everything alright with my dad? He didn’t tell you off or anything, right?”

“No,” he shakes his head. “But you won’t like what I’m going to say. You need to have an agent in here with you until we get to the bottom of this situation.”

“Will it be you?” The question rolls off your tongue before you could even think about it. 

“If you want me, yes.”

“I feel the safest with you.”

It’s the truth. Even though the things you told him, screamed at him, don’t agree, he is still the one you trust the most around here to have in your apartment with you.

“Okay,” he nods. “I have to talk to the team, so–”

“Wait!” you stop him from leaving, knowing well you need to have this conversation. Swallowing hard you leave the tea on the kitchen counter and round the island to get closer to him, but still keep some distance. “I want to… I want to apologize for last night. My behavior was… Unforgivable.”

“No need to apologize.”

“Don’t bullshit me,” you give him a hard look. “I had too much to drink, I didn’t… I wasn’t thinking. So… I’m sorry.”

He stares back at you for seconds that feel like forever before he finally nods and you know it’s not just a meaningless reaction to get you out of his hair.

“Okay.”

“We’re… we’re good?”

“Yes. But I really need to go now.”

“Alright,” you clear your throat as you watch him walk towards the door, but he turns back one last time. “I’ll be back soon.”

“Okay.”

And with that, he is off to do his job.

You spend the rest of Sunday studying and you get so focused on your textbooks and notes that you totally forget about Harry’s return and you don’t even notice it. So when you wander out of your bedroom after your brain has been fried from everything you studied, you almost scream when you see Harry standing in the living room by the window.

“Holy shit!” you snap a hand to your chest to calm your racing heart.

“What happened?” He moves fast like a cat, instantly checking the room for possible dangers.

“Nothing happened, I just… forgot you’d be here,” you admit with a soft chuckle as you head out to the kitchen. “It’s kind of creepy how you’re just standing there.”

“I can see the street from here as well,” he answers, as if it was such an obvious thing to say.

As you move around the kitchen, heating some leftovers up you catch him looking at you, or to be more precise, your legs that are almost completely bare thanks to the cotton shorts you’re wearing. 

Last night was a disaster, but now that the shame has settled in you, something else has been lingering in the back of your mind. The sense of hesitation you experienced when you were trying to seduce him embarrassing yourself has been on your mind. How he didn’t move away instantly, how it looked like he was fighting himself, so it gives you the idea that a tiny part of him does look at you the same way you look at him. 

The way he is looking you up is another boost to the theory. 

“Any news about the intruder?” you casually ask, ignoring his stare that quickly slips away from you when you speak up.

“Not yet. But we’re working on it.”

“Do you think… it’s something serious? Like someone is after me?” Leaning onto the kitchen island you play with the spoon in your hand as you look at him, waiting for his response.

“I wouldn’t go into guessing. I’m more of a–”

“Of a fan of factual planning, I know,” you finish his sentence with a smile. You’ve heard it from him several times, word by word.

Grabbing the bowl you round the island and stop a few feet away from him.

“I really do trust you, Harry. With my life.”

You feel like you had to let him know again after last night. The way you questioned his ability to protect you was not fair, he gave you no reason to believe he is not the best person for the job. There’s a reason why he is head of the team.

“Thank you,” is all he says. He is back to his distant self that only focuses on work. You know in times like this it’s better to play by the rules and retreat.

“I’m gonna head to bed soon. Good night, Harry.”

“Good night, Y/N.”

Everything falls back to a somewhat normal routine. Following the incident your team almost doubles, but nothing actually happens and the building’s security system gets an update so three weeks later you’re back to your usual with only slight changes. 

Like how there’s an agent in your living room during the night.

There was a discussion about positioning someone inside your apartment and they explained to you why it’s better to have someone with you during the night. You understood and agreed to do it under one condition: you have to approve of the agents that can take the position. There are three of them and of course, Harry is in that team.

He’s been taking up the inside position as much as he can. He never asked you, but maybe he figured you know him the best and feel the most comfortable with him inside.

Most of the time he hangs out in the living room. He doesn’t stand by the window all the time, you’ve caught him sitting in the armchair, walking around, stretching his limbs. To make it less miserable for him you spend a lot of time in front of the TV, mostly to hopefully entertain him at least a bit now that he’s stuck with you more than ever. For days, he didn’t even look at the screen, but lately you’ve caught him following the show several times, so you’re religiously keeping this habit up. 

The awkwardness has faded, but it definitely taught you a lesson. You better not get drunk when Harry is around and that’s like… all the time. 

Everything seems to be back to it’s extraordinary normal that you’ve been used to for the past few years. 

Today is a special day, however. You’ve been part of a case study competition, your criminal law professor suggested you enter and you’ve worked insanely hard on your case for the past three months that earned you first place. They are holding a little award ceremony today and it will finally be your moment. You will be in the spotlight because of something you worked hard for and not because your father is the leader of the country. 

He promised to be there and watch you accept your well-deserved award and you’re excited to make him proud. 

You started the day early and channeled your excitement into a long morning run before spending the noon at a salon to get your hair and nails done for the occasion. You might be the president’s daughter, but you’re a woman after all and you love a good pampering before an event. 

Now you’re sitting in you closet, trying to figure out what to wear, all the outfits you’ve tried on but decided against are lying on the floor around you in piles. You start to think you should have gone shopping, but then you find the perfect dress, a simple, but elegant black dress with a deeper back cut. You pair them with a pair of designer heels and some statement earrings to bring some light into this quite dark set and you’re all done. 

When you walk out of the bedroom Harry is standing by the window in his usual black suit white shirt attire. His eyes snap over to you and this time he can’t hide how he checks you out from head to toe. You can feel the heat crawling up your neck to your cheeks and ears.

“What do you think?” you ask, giving him a twirl.

“You look… very professional,” he answers. It’s not what you expected, but you know he meant it in the best possible way.

“Has my dad’s plane landed?”

“I haven’t gotten any news from his team yet, but I’m sure he’ll be there on time. Shall we leave?”

“Yeah,” you nod, feeling out of breath. An unsettling feeling sinks into your gut, but you brush it off as Harry helps you put on your coat and you leave the apartment in the ring of agents.

Because of your attendance, the event’s security has been obviously raised and a group of agents have been at the venue long before your arrival, checking every corner so when you’re finally there you can walk in without having to wait in the car. 

The competition had several different fields so there will be more students awarded today, the room is full of winners, their proud professors and parents as well. You take your assigned seat and nervously look around, searching for any sign of your father, but there’s none, so you’re left with just waiting.

It’s killing you, so you text him but you get no response. He should have landed by now to make it in time, his silence is raising concern in you now.

“Harry? Can you please reach my father’s security team?” you ask and nodding he takes a few steps back as he pulls his phone out of his pocket. 

Something is off, you can feel it in your guts and you fucking hate it. It takes forever for Harry to turn back to you, right when everyone starts clapping, because the dean has entered the stage to start the ceremony, but you’re only looking at Harry.

“What did they say?”

“Y/N, he is… He is not coming.”

“What?” It feels like a punch in your stomach and you wish Harry would say it’s just a joke, that he is about to walk in any moment, but the look on his face tells you it’s the truth.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you whisper as you turn back to face the stage, your throat closing up while you fight your tears.

It was the first thing you asked from him in so long. You’ve been there for him every step of the way and today you just needed your father to be here and be proud of you, but he ditched you. There’s been an ongoing joke on the internet that it will always be the country before you for your dad and you even laughed about it before, but now it’s your cruel reality.

You watch the winners get called on the stage one by one and the willingness to do the same dies in you with every passing moment. 

“Y/N?” Harry taps your shoulder and you snap out of your thoughts only to realize your name has been called. 

“Fuck,” you mumble as you stand from your seat, three agents moving with you, taking their places as you walk up to the stage and shake hands with the dean. Every first place winner has said a few words, so now it’s your turn at the microphone, but it’s like you’ve forgotten how to talk. Looking around you see the sea of faces, everyone is waiting for you to finally say something. Your eyes land on Harry and he gives you a tiny nod and somehow you find your voice.

You manage to say a few sentences about the importance of your study and thank the school for the opportunity before you walk off the stage. You’re expected to return to your seat, but instead, you’re heading to the restroom.

The dam breaks and tears start rolling down your face. You completely ignore the protocol, that an agent has to check the room before you enter and a hand pulls you back before you could rush into the ladies room.

“Y/N, I need to–”

“I don’t want to have the fucking toilet checked, I want to have some fucking privacy!” you snap at him, tears rolling down your face and you’re very close to start sobbing like a child. Harry looks back at you with shock on his face, this time he can’t even mask it, probably because he has never seen you like this.

“Okay, but–”

You don’t wait for him to finish, just push your way inside and don’t stop until you reach a sink that you can lean onto, the sobs finally erupting from your chest. 

Betrayal, disappointment and helplessness wash over you, pulling you right into a possible emotional breakdown, though you’re still fighting it as you open the tap and splash some cold water into your face.

You didn’t realize Harry followed you inside, so when you feel a hand on your back you almost get a heart attack.

“Hey, it’s just me, it’s okay,” Harry holds his palms up when you jump back, gasping for air because of the panic and crying at the same time.

“I s-said I-I wanted p-privacy!” you sob shaking your head.

“I can’t just let you walk in here alone when you can barely breathe!”

“I don’t want to do this! I don’t fucking want to do this!” you cry, leaning your back against the cold, tiled wall as you let yourself fall apart for the first time in forever. You’ve been trying to be calm and collected as much as possible, but so much has piled up on you that your father not showing up was the last straw, the cherry on top.

“Y/N, calm down, take a deep breath, okay?” Harry tries to calm you down, but you just keep shaking your head and sobbing. 

“He didn’t come! It was the only thing… I asked from him!”

“I’m sure he has a reason to–”

“I don’t fucking care! He doesn’t care about me! No one fucking does! I’m just… I have no one left! No one!”

“Don’t say that, Y/N. There are people who care about you.”

“Who? Who cares about me!” you scream at him, finally looking into his eyes and his gaze pierces into yours as he answers.

“Me. I care about you.”

“It’s your fucking job to protect me, it’s not the same!”

Your chest is heaving and you must look like a complete mess, but at this moment nothing really matters. Harry looks back at you like you just seriously hurt his feelings, like what you said was just as disappointing as your father not showing up. Long moments pass by without him saying anything and you start to think he’ll just walk out like he did that night you got drunk, but then he steps closer, definitely crossing the line of comfortable distance.

“If you think you’re just a job to me, you couldn’t be more wrong.”

“Don’t lie to me,” you beg in a whisper.

“Don’t call me a fucking liar,” he snaps back and it’s the first time you hear him swear. His pupils have swallowed his irises and his breathing is almost as wild as yours as he stares at you, practically burning a hole into your face. 

“You left me that night. Without a word. I told you I wanted you and you walked out. That does give me a certain message.”

“You were drunk out of your mind, telling me to fuck you. I would have never forgiven myself if I touched you. I had no reason to believe you wouldn’t regret it in the morning and ask to never see me again. That would have been the end of my career and the end of… me.”

Though your cheeks are still soaked from your tears, his words have stopped your crying and now you can’t even tell what you’re feeling. You have no idea what to do or say, how to react and you can’t believe how this situation is turning out to be. 

“I still want you the same,” you whisper, your mouth deciding on what to say because your brain is in complete shock. 

Harry exhales sharply through his nose, his eyes fall closed and you can tell he is fighting himself, so you want to push him over the edge. Reaching up you cup his cheek in your hand, he doesn’t move at first, but then he leans into your touch and that’s when you push yourself away from the wall to get closer to him, but he pulls away.

There’s a second of devastation, but when he reaches to his earpiece you realize someone is talking to him.

“Copy. We’re in the restroom, give me the fastest route out.” He talks into his wrist before his eyes snap up to you.

“What happened?” you breathe out, feeling like your heart cannot take another shock at this moment, but you’ll have to deal with it anyway. He listens to the answer they give him through his com before talking to you.

“We need to get out. The guy who was at your apartment was spotted in the building.”

“What? Is he armed?” Harry takes your hand in his firm hold and gently, but confidently pulls you towards the door. 

“We don’t know, he ran away, DeLuca and Jackson are after him, but we need to get you out of here.”

Your pulse is higher than ever, you feel dizzy and your brain is definitely shutting down, too much has happened in just minutes, you’re on survival mode. Harry must have noticed your state, because before he could open the door he turns to you, taking your face in his hands.

“It’s gonna be alright. I’m right here.”

“Okay,” you nod, blindly believing anything he says.

He then opens the door, steps out first to check what’s happening and returns to get you and you’re on your way to flee the building.

Circled by agents you follow Harry through hallways you’ve never been to until you somehow get to a back entrance. Your car is already there, waiting for you and you get in the back, lying down onto the seat, remembering that’s what Harry asked from you the last time you had to be rescued out of somewhere. You catch his face before he shuts the car door and he gives you a small nod. 

You don’t experience much of what goes down at the venue, they take you to a safe spot and you wait there with three agents while the rest of your team is either in the venue or at your apartment, making sure there’s no one there. 

Almost an hour goes by when Harry returns and you look at him, feeling on the edge to finally know something.

“We lost him. Your apartment is cleared, let’s get you home.”

You can tell he is beating himself up for letting the guy slip away and you already know he will put his walls back up.

He does one more check in the apartment himself before letting you inside. 

“We are doubling the security for tonight and then we’ll talk about the changes tomorrow,” he lets you know, following you inside. 

“Okay. Are you gonna stay in here?”

“Most likely,” he nods.

“Are you blaming yourself for tonight?”

He doesn’t answer, but his eyes talk for him. 

“You couldn’t have spotted the guy anyway, you would have been with me either way.” You walk closer to him, but keep some distance, sensing his distress.

“I wasn’t focusing fully,” he hisses through his teeth.

“Nothing happened, you–”

“Y/N,” he stops you from talking. “I’m responsible for your safety. Today I put that responsibility behind my feelings and that cannot happen again.”

“Is this your way of saying… you don’t want me the way I want you?” Now you’re moving closer, you need to reduce the distance between the two of you, it’s like something is pulling you towards him, a force that you’re not strong enough to fight. 

He stares at you for long seconds, taking a deep breath before he speaks up slowly in a calm manner.

“What I want does not matter when your safety is at risk. Let me… Let me do my job, let me do what I have to do to keep you safe. Please.”

It’s like he’s begging you, pleading for you to understand and… let go of him. And as much as you want it all to be different, you can’t go against his will and intentionally hurt him, there’s nothing you can do other than live with the pain. Like you always do.

“Okay,” you whisper and try your best to swallow back your tears, you’ve cried enough today. 

Harry exhales, like he’s relieved you’re not putting up a fight and to your surprise he cradles the back of your head and pulls you closer so he can place a kiss to your forehead. 

“I have to take care of a few things, Morrison will be in here until then, but I’ll be back soon, okay?”

“Yeah,” you nod weakly. His hand falls from the back of your head and you watch him turn around and walk out of the apartment. 

You’re on autopilot. Have been for weeks.

Following the award ceremony things turned upside down once again. On one hand everyone has been on edge, because they couldn’t track the guy down, so your security has been doubled since then. Agents follow you everywhere, making it impossible to have a normal human interaction, not that you had plenty of friends to hang out with before. But still.

Your dad called that night and gave you some grand story about why he couldn’t make it to the ceremony, you told him it was fine, because you had no energy to lash out on him and you haven’t had a decent conversation with him since then. You can’t say it bothers you, it’s like there was a switch inside you that now allows you to give zero fucks about what your father does. You’ve canceled two events you were supposed to attend by his side, using the mystery intruder as an excuse, saying that you don’t feel safe out in public. You could tell he was annoyed, but didn’t question it. 

And then there is the Harry situation. Or the lack of it, if you’d like. It’s been hurting like hell, but there’s nothing you can do other than keep your promise of letting go of him. It’s just really hard when you spend so much time with him and have him in your apartment almost every night. 

You don’t watch TV anymore. You can’t bear being in the same room with him with no one else around. It’s hard enough to know he is on the other side of your bedroom door. You go back to coexisting, you silently follow his orders and not give him a headache when you know he already has a lot on his plate, he does his job in peace and everyone is happy.

Or not, but it doesn’t matter. 

The school semester is nearing its end and you’re already planning to ask to stay here for the summer. You know your dad will flip, but you’ll at least try to make a deal with him to attend events in the summer if it means you don’t have to move back home that doesn’t even feel home anymore. 

With your finals coming up you spend most of your time in the library. Surrounded by heavy books, hundreds of pages of notes, you’re working your ass off, because this is the only thing that could make you forget about your misery for a while. 

It’s a Friday afternoon, almost evening and you’re still very much working on a paper in the almost entirely empty library. It’s a great time, because most students avoid the building on Fridays, more interested in parties than books, so it’s a lot more peaceful. It’s your way of distraction from the fact that you have to make an appearance tomorrow for your dad and you can’t bail out of it this time. 

There are three agents near you and two more at the entrance, but Harry is not working now. He will probably take another night shift, not that you keep track of when he works…

You’re too focused to notice the group of people that come in, but when you spot a figure approaching you and the agents around you move instantly, you finally lift your head up from the book in front of you. You’re surprised to see Jaiden coming in your way, stopped by the agents.

“Jaiden?”

“Um, I just want to talk to her,” he says to the agents and you nod your head to let him through. 

“What are you doing here?”

“Just wanted to give you something, thought you might be interested,” he shrugs as he passes you over a paper and with that he is already on his way, leaving you puzzled.

It’s a QR code so you grab your phone and read it and a website starts loading on your screen. When it finally loads, you feel all the blood rushing out of your head.

It’s a site basically dedicated to you, where people can send in anonymous comments and stories about you for everyone to read them. There are quite a few, a big chunk of them obviously from guys you’ve gone on dates with, dragging you through mud, a lot of them stating things that never even happened. 

You just scroll and keep reading them in total disbelief and then you hear laughter. You look up and see Jaiden with a group of fratboys, having a blast seeing you go through the site before they hoard out of the library. 

Your head is spinning and you feel like throwing up as you pack up your stuff as quickly as possible. It’s a struggle not to start sobbing on your way home, neither of the agents ask what’s wrong, because they are not your friend, they are there to keep you safe, but not from assholes, apparently. When you arrive to your apartment you see Harry already waiting by the door, but you avoid looking him in the eyes as you rush inside, wanting to lock yourself up in your room preferably forever. 

The tears start rolling down your cheeks when you hear someone coming after you and you know it’s Harry. 

“Y/N, is everything alright?”

“I’m fine,” you tell him, keeping your back facing him so he can’t see your face.

“Then look at me, please.”

You don’t move, just stand there, silently crying and there’s no way of fooling him, he knows you better than anyone and your shoulders are shaking as well. Slowly, you turn around for him to see your face.

“What happened?” he asks, stepping closer, but he still keeps some distance between the two of you.

“Nothing, I said I’m fine.”

“You’re obviously not fine, Y/N, don’t… don’t bullshit me, okay? Tell me what happened!”

He won’t give up, he won’t leave you alone until you say something so you pull your phone out of your pocket, open the website and hand it over to you. You watch him scroll for a minute before he looks up at you.

“We’re taking this down and we’ll find whoever did this,” he firmly says and before you could react he is already giving orders through his com. “They are on it. we’ll find them, don’t worry.” “Okay,” you breathe out and you turn around to lock yourself up in your bedroom, but he stops you.

“Y/N, wait!”

You look back at him, not even trying to mask how tired, defeated and hopeless you’re feeling. You must look like just a shadow of the person you used to be and the sight of you is probably just as depressing as you feel because it breaks the professional boundary that’s been between you and Harry.

He moves across the room and pulls you into his arms and you just start crying and sobbing uncontrollably while he holds you tight, gently rocking you from side to side to soothe you. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he murmurs into your hair and you just bury your face deeper into his neck, probably totally ruining his shirt, but neither of you cares about that right now. 

“I don’t want to do this anymore,” you sob, melting into his embrace, because it feels like the only safe place for you.

“I know. I wish I could help you. Tell me what I can do for you.”

“Just please don’t leave me, not tonight, please!” you beg and fully expect him to pull the wall back up, but instead he just holds you even tighter.

“I would never leave you, Y/N.”

The amount of times you had to fake laugh tonight is ridiculously over the roof. It’s another evening where you’re just a tool, something your father can brag about but you hold no influence or whatsoever. 

You’re sipping on some champagne, but you’re careful with the alcohol consumption this time. Though you’re not sure how another situation like that last time would turn out now. Especially after that night after the website fiasco.

After soaking his shirt with your tears the two of you sat on the couch, you remained in Harry’s embrace and he talked you through it, until you momentarily forgot about what happened and somehow you ended up falling asleep. When you woke up you had a blanket over you and Harry was standing in his usual spot by the window, like a hound, watching out for danger. When he realized you woke up he walked you into your bedroom, tucked you in and sat beside you until you wófell back asleep. 

The website was down by the morning and the school was informed about it as well, taking matters into their hands to punish those who created it. You didn’t want to know the names, you just wanted to forget about the whole thing. 

That night changed things between you and Harry. You didn’t feel that wall between the two of you though there was still some distance, but it felt like you could overstep it easily. It’s like you’ve been dancing on a fence, still not sure which side you want to land on. You’re not planning to pressure him to choose, having him this close is already more than you had before so you’re happy to prolong it for as long as possible. 

You have no idea where the conversation is heading around you, you’ve zoned out of it long minutes ago. It’s not that you don’t understand what politicians, influential people tend to talk about at events like this. It’s more about how you recognize some of them know nothing about the field they work at and still hold the power. 

And you lost interest too. 

Holding your champagne flute your eyes wander over the room until they settle on Harry. He is by the window, what a shocker, examining the sea of guests around you, watching out like a hawk until his gaze meets yours and his expression softens. 

“Bored,” you mouth to him and you catch the smirk he tries hard to cover up.

“You got this,” he mouths back to which you frown, making him laugh.

His laugh.

You’ve been gifted with it more in the past few days than in the time you’ve known him and it’s definitely one of your favorite things in the entire world.

“Break?” you mouth once again and he just nods, moving instantly. 

Five minutes later you’re out on the balcony with him, two guards standing by the door inside. 

“This should be considered torture,” you sigh.

“Don’t be so dramatic,” he teases you.

“I’m not, I hate it here. Look around.” You stand beside him, staring inside at the sea of guests. “What am I doing here?”

“Supporting your dad.”

“I think he is fine without me,” you shrug, nodding towards him, he is standing in a circle of men, all of them pretending to be having a marvelous time, but you know for a fact at least two of those men would backstab him the first given chance. It’s all so pretentious and you’re tired of trying to be part of it for him.

“What would you like to do?” Harry asks.

“What do you mean?”

“If you could do anything, any job, anywhere, what would it be?”

You’ve never really thought of that before. A life that’s entirely what you want it to be is so far out of your reach that you never let yourself daydream about it. So now you take some time to think it through before sharing it with Harry.

“I would probably have a riding school,” is what you tell him at last. He looks at you surprised.

“Like… horses?”

“Yeah,” you smile softly, keeping your eyes ahead, staring at the people inside. “I used to ride a lot when I was smaller and I loved it a lot.”

“But you never do it anymore, why?”

“I wasn’t exceptional in it, never won any competitions so my dad thought I shouldn’t keep doing it. He talked me into quitting and I started learning French instead.”

“You speak French?” he asks in shock.

“No,” you chuckle, finally looking at him. “I was mad at him for making me quit horse riding so I never put any effort into my French classes, I can barely introduce myself.”

“Wow, such a rebel,” he chuckles quietly.

“What about you?”

“I don’t speak French.”

“I know that,” you roll your eyes. “I meant, what would you want to do if you could do anything?”

He curls his lips into his mouth as he thinks about it, his eyebrows furrowed.

“I think I would be living on a farm.”

“A farm?”

“Yeah. You know, growing stuff and keeping animals. I love the thought of growing everything I need.”

“That sounds lovely,” you smile at him. “I hope you get to do that one day.”

“I do too,” he nods and the two of you just stand there, watching the mingling and dancing guests.

It’s a moment you want to last longer, you feel close to him, like you’ve finally jumped off that fence and you’re running away. Together. 

So at last you decide to give him a little push.

“I wish we could be dancing there too.” 

Your voice is quiet, barely audible through the noises coming from inside and when he doesn’t say anything for a while you start to think he didn’t even hear it, or that he is ignoring your words because he doesn’t want to deal with them.

But then his hand gently takes yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. 

“I would… love that.”

Your chest feels like bursting and you wish you could just jump into his arms, but you know you can’t. So instead, you just stand there, enjoying this tiny, hidden moment that’s burning into your memories forever.

It was hard to focus on your conversations before, but now, after you’ve shared that special moment with Harry it’s kind of impossible.

You’re making your rounds around, chit-chatting and smiling as pleasantly as possible, but in your mind you’re still out on the balcony, holding hands with Harry.

Talking about him, you haven’t seen him in a little while. You look around, searching for him once again, probably for the millionth time in the past ten minutes, but you see no sign of him.

“Morrison, where’s Styles?” you ask the agent beside you.

“Your father asked to see him, Miss,” he informs you. 

“What? Why?”

“I don’t know, Miss, I’m sorry.”

You try not to think much of it, but when you finally spot him in the crowd your stomach drops, because his expression is anxious and angry at the same time, though he is trying hard to mask it. But you know him too well.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, instantly ignoring the conversation you’ve been in before. 

“Can’t talk right now, but we better leave.”

You don’t question him, just follow, though the way he is acting now is freaking you out. He is right next to you as you make your way out of the room, getting farther and farther from the rest of the guests.

“What happened?” you finally ask when you’re walking down the hallway that leads to the entrance.

“I don’t want to turn you against your father,” he answers, but now you’re just even more keen on knowing what’s going on.

“Harry, tell me!” you demand, stopping abruptly.

Not too willingly, but he comes to a halt as well, turning to face you as he leans closer.

“Your father kept it a secret that they got a letter yesterday in which someone threatened to hurt you today. He kept it from us, because he knew you wouldn’t come tonight if you found out.”

“What?” All the blood rushes out of your face as his words process. 

“He strengthened security for your sake and thought it would be alright, but I don’t want to risk it, we need to get you somewhere safe until we get to the bottom of this whole thing.”

“Okay,” you nod, a shiver running down your spine at just the thought of that letter your father hid from you. 

You’re nearing the exit when your father’s voice beams through the hallway, just when you’re already seeing your car outside.

“Y/N! Where are you going?!” 

He is rushing towards you with his own security team circling him and you can’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes.

“I’m leaving!”

“And you didn’t think of at least saying goodbye?”

“I’m not doing anything for you anymore. Not when you’ve intentionally put me in risk just so you could use me at another event!”

The look he gives Harry says it all. He is pissed that Harry told you about the threat, that someone went against his will.

“It’s not that serious, Honey. We have everything under control.”

“Is that so? Then who sent the letter?”

“We don’t know it yet, but—”

“What if it’s the same guy that’s been stalking me? What if it really is something serious?” You’re finally lashing out on him, something you probably should have done a lot earlier, but you didn’t have the balls. You’re done being the obedient, supportive daughter to a father that’s not returning it at all.

“We doubled security and I have people working on it! No need to–”

“Don’t tell me what I need and don’t need to do! I don’t feel safe anywhere anymore! You knew I would panic if I found out about it but you chose to hide it so you could use me tonight to show people how great of a family we are when in reality, you give no fucks about me!”

“Y/N, that is not true. I didn’t want to stress you out, that’s why I didn’t tell you.”

Lie. That is such a big fucking lie.

“I’m done. I’m done with you. Call me when you’re ready to be my father.”

Turning around you’re on your way out to the car, you hear your dad calling after you, but Harry stops him and it’s the first time you hear him talk so harshly to your father.

And then all hell breaks loose. But it’s not because of Harry’s way of talking to the president.

You’re approaching the car confidently, eager to get away from your dad and the madness that surrounds him, Harry is following you right behind and as you keep your gaze on the car suddenly you realize.

It’s not yours.

Everything happens so fast, but at the same time it’s like it’s in slow motion.

A guy jumps out of the car and points a gun right at you. The agents around you launch forward, but he is several feet away, so they don’t reach him before he pulls the trigger and shoots at you. In that moment you believe you’re about to die. Gasping in surprise you completely freeze, but then get pushed to the side with so much force you smash against the wall, pain jolting through your left arm instantly as the shot of the gun rings in your ear.

You fall to the floor the same time the agents tackle the shooter. From the corner of your eyes you see how your ad is being dragged away from the scene before he could get hurt as well, even though he is shouting your name, it’s protocol to rescue him and take him to a safe place right away.

As you look to your right you see another person on the floor and your heart skips a beat when you realize that it’s Harry, and a pool of blood is underneath you, growing rapidly each second.

He took the shot that was meant for you.

The rest is a blur. You start screaming and try to reach him while two agents pull you up from the floor to take you away from the scene as well, your arm hurts like hell, but you just keep screaming for Harry. 

At last you catch his face, you see him gasping for air, pure panic and fear all over his face, he looks at you one last time and you see a tear rolling down his face before you’re dragged away.

The constant beeping. It just keeps going and going and it’s driving him crazy. 

Crazy enough to finally open his eyes.

Harry is more than confused about his surroundings, the hospital room looks sterile, but nice, very nice if you ask him, so he knows he is at some kind of private facility. It takes a couple of moments for the pain to set in but when it does, it comes with all the memories as well.

He was shot in his chest when he pushed you out of the way, he remembers the pain he felt then which was a lot worse and more intense than the dull, pressure like feeling in his chest right now. He remembers lying on the floor and looking at you as two agents pulled you away and he knows he said his goodbye in that moment, because he was convinced he would die.

He didn’t. 

Now he is lying in a hospital bed, the machines hooked onto him keep beeping and tracking his vitals and when he turns his head slightly to the left the beeping intensifies because he sees you sleeping in an armchair next to his bed. 

You look awfully uncomfortable, but still breathtakingly beautiful, your left arm is in a cast and you’re cradling it to your chest. As if you could sense his wandering gaze, you start moving around and you blink your eyes open at last, seeing that Harry is finally awake.

“Hey,” he breathes out, barely finding the energy to speak, but you burst into tears right away as you fall forward, one hand coming to the side of his head, the other one holding his hand on the mattress.

“You’re awake, oh my God, I really thought I lost you!” You sob and try to take in the sight of him conscious and talking, something you didn’t think you’d ever see again when you saw him lying on the floor three days ago.

“I’m okay, I’m right here,” he exhales as his other hand comes to take your hand by his face. “How are you? Are you okay?”

“Harry, you were literally shot and you’re asking if I’m okay?” you laugh through your tears, finally cracking a smile from him as well. 

“That doesn’t mean I’m not worried about you.”

“I’m fine, just broke my hand, but it’s okay. How are you feeling? Does it hurt?”

“Kind of. But it’s not that bad.”

“Not that bad? The bullet missed your heart by one millimeter. Doctors said it’s a miracle you survived.”

“Well, at least I know I’m not bulletproof,” he tries to joke and it makes you laugh and that was his only intention. 

You’ve stopped crying, but you wouldn’t move from beside him. You’ve been in this room since they brought him out of surgery and refused to leave since then. He reaches over and wipes your tears off your cheeks before cradling your face in his palm. You gladly lean into his touch and then turn your head to kiss into his hand without hesitation. 

You fill him in on what happened. Tell him about how he was rushed to hospital and the guy was caught and it was confirmed he sent the letter and he was the one stalking you at your apartment and award ceremony as well. You were afraid it was someone you knew, but apparently he was just some psycho who wanted to hurt your dad by hurting you.

It was a wakeup call to your father. One that he desperately needed after the stunts he has pulled lately, so you had a long talk outside of Harry’s room when he found out you were here with him. He apologized for everything and promised to be better. You told him his words mean nothing, you need to see the change in his actions. 

He has visited every day since then and you discussed the future as well. A future that will bring lots of change.

“You saved my life,” you quietly say, still kind of in shock about what happened.

“I would do it again,” he replies. 

“You won’t be able to work again because of it,” you tell him. The bullet grazed his lung as well and the doctors said he might never be able to reach the same physical limits like before.

“It doesn’t matter,” he shakes his head. “I didn’t lose you and that’s what matters.”

His words sink in and you have to fight your tears again as you rest you lean closer, until your faces are just inches away.

“I don’t want to feel again the way I did when I thought you died. I don’t want to keep my distance, I… I love you and I want to be with you.”

Harry exhales heavily, his eyes fall closed and when they open again you get lost in them.

“I love you too. And I want to be with you too, always have.”

You let out a laugh that’s mixed with relief, happiness, pain and so much anticipation before you push closer and finally press your lips to his.

Years of built up tension and passion is set free as you kiss him and he returns it just as eagerly. It’s not at all how you imagined your first kiss, not with a cast on your arm or Harry lying in a hospital bed after being shot, but none of it matters in this moment, only him. There’s no more playing around, pushing each other away, this is end game and you both know it. 

“So…” you mumble against his lips, “Will you move to a farm with me?”

“Moving? Aren’t we rushing a little ahead?” he chuckles, brushing some loose strands of hair out of your face before pecking your lips shortly.

“No. I don’t want to waste any more time. Let’s do what we always wanted to do.”

“What about your life? Your dad?”

“I already told him I’m stepping back from my first daughter duties. He is okay with it.”

“Really?”

“I mean, he doesn’t have much saying in what I do after almost getting me killed,” you joke, though you both know how serious the matter was.

“And you’re sure you want to move on… with me?”

You smile at him softly, it’s so typical he is questioning your decision even after everything that happened. He surely needs some time to adjust to this new version of you and him where there’s no wall between the two of you, just love.

Leaning down you kiss his lips softly.

“There’s no one else I would do it with, Harry.”

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#harry #styles #harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles oneshot #harry styles one shot #harry styles fluff #harry styles x you #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #harry styles blurb #harry styles au #bodyguard!harry

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Solace: Levi x Reader

An au where you and Levi were childhood friends, trying to get by in the Underground. Canon au 

Wc: 2.3k

a/n: yoo its been a while lol anw, i really love this guy so here yall go<33 i really want to keep farlan and isabel alive here

The underground, a city whose air, if you can even call it that, is heavy with several stenches. Blood, smoke, dirt, death, and it was no different at a certain building in a little room. The room was dark, the only light illuminating the room was from outside which was covered by worn out curtains. The stench of death was terribly strong, flies, maggots and other insects seemed to gather at the bed on one side of the room, seemingly having a feast while a little boy was starving. A small and thin Levi sat at the corner of the room, mindlessly staring at the corpse of his mother, desensitized. The little boy has been staying in the horrid place since his mother passed, with no one to take care of the boy he starved, his body now resembling that of a skeleton, deprived of life. And that’s when he heard it.

He could hear muffled voices from outside the room that he did not dare to leave. He didn’t know if it was true, if after all these days someone would finally come into the room, into his life, was it alright for him to hope? Before sinking deeper into his thoughts, the door opened, not slowly, and not hurriedly either, it simply opened as if this was just an everyday occurrence, and considering the Underground, it just might be. Levi watched carefully as the man went to see his mother, and for a moment the man just stared at the lifeless woman on the bed. “Ya seem to have lost a lot of weight, Kuchel” the man said, not tearing his gaze away from the terror of the woman’s corpse, not even one second. Lost a little weight? That’s all you had to say? The little boy had a lot he wanted to say but could only muster up two words “She’s dead” The man looked at the boy as if it was his first time noticing him in the room, he looked awful, almost as dead as the woman. “And you? Are you alive?” The little boy remained silent, staring at him. “Woah, gimme a break, you understand me right? What’s your name?” After a few more seconds passed, the little boy finally gave in, still not fully trusting the man in front of him. “Levi… just levi.” Levi watched as the man leaned on the wall, slowly sliding down to sit on the floor.

“I see.. Kuchel, guess you’re right. It’s not even worth telling me your name… I’m Kenny, just Kenny”

The man fed him, clothed him, sheltered him, taught him. And Levi did his best to get all he could from this man, though he was with him, he always felt like Kenny would leave someday, that he shouldn’t get too complacent, he’ll leave too. Though Levi told himself that he didn’t care, a part of him aches when he thinks about it. “Hey brat, I’m gonna go somewhere, won’t return tonight. Help yourself to some food.” Kenny motioned to the counter that had bread, potatoes, and water. Of course he’d eat those, Levi thought, I earned those. All the food at the counter was either robbed by Levi, or bought by Levi using money he stole or earned. If there was something good about Kenny, it's that he was a good teacher. He taught Levi how to survive in the Underground, first he taught him how to hold a knife, how to swing it, and how to swing it at others. Kenny had Levi stay at a house that he said he “found” unoccupied. Levi didn’t question it. As long as he had a roof over his head, Levi was okay. A few moments after Kenny left, Levi decided to leave to go to the town center. Even though it was called the town center it was nothing more than a few stalls for food, clothes, and “medicine.” The people weren’t all that lively as well, most people were keeping to themselves. All that is, except for you.

After beating up a few thugs for trying to rob him, Levi decided to go home. Just as he was about to round the corner to his home, he felt a presence, someone was following him. He quickly turned to a secluded alleyway and sure enough, the person followed him. He got his knife ready and tackled the person to the ground getting ready to fight, Levi stopped when he heard a shrill scream. It was a little girl, well she looked younger, smaller than him. He stared at you with his cold gaze, not letting his shock be seen, but your next words gave his facade away “Hello! Can we live together?!” You gave him a toothy smile, and he saw that you were missing a tooth. You were wiggling and struggling under him, and that’s only when he noticed that he still has you pinned down. He stood up quickly, not bothering to help you up “Get lost. Don’t follow me.” And of course you didn’t listen, you kept following him till you both reached the house, and Levi in turn, did not stop you when you stepped inside his home. “Wooow! You have so many food!! This could last half a year!!” You say in excitement as your little legs rushed to get to the counter. Levi wondered what you meant, the food on the counter could clearly only last a few days at most. That’s when he noticed how thin you were, almost like him back then. He suddenly felt a pang in his heart, feeling guilty about how he tackled you to the ground earlier.

“Stop being noisy, kid.” 

“You’re a kid too!”

“Nuh uh, I’m already 10.”

“Well I’m 9!”

“You’re lying.”

“Am not!!”

You and Levi kept bickering like the little children you were, and for some reason Levi felt happy? He didn’t know why, but this felt so natural, like this is what kids were supposed to do, but he knew better, after all he was in the Underground. 

“uGH!! You’re so anuyin–”

“You mean annoying?”

Levi chuckled as you began stomping your feet in frustration. But just as quickly as you entered his life, you suddenly stopped. Levi didn’t want to admit it but he was a bit worried, just as he was about to speak up you suddenly got closer to him “Hey, what’s your name?” Your doe eyes did something to his heart that he could not explain, he must be sick from breathing the filthy air of the Underground, yeah that’s probably it. Levi looked hesitant though, should he tell you his name? What if someone sent you? What if it was someone he wronged before trying to get back at him? Everything Kenny taught him told him that he should just shoo you, but despite that his mouth opened 

“Levi.”

“Y/N! Nice to meet ya! Can I have some bread?!” You were pointing to the bread with stars in your eyes, and drooling in your mouth. Levi winced and nodded. To his surprise you just took a tiny piece of the bread to eat. “Thank ya! That’s so good!! It doesn’t have the stinky dark spots! Can I eat again tomorrow?!” You started to grab Levi’s hand and swing it while dancing a little silly dance. “Huh?? Aren’t you starving or something? Eat it all.” And for some reason you couldn’t process what Levi said, eat it all? You already did though. Levi took the bread and placed it near your mouth “Eat. You need it. You’re too thin.” After a few more silent moments, you bit the bread again, and slowly started to cry. Levi sighed and used his sleeves to wipe your tears.

You spent the day talking Levi’s ears off while eating bread on a rugged couch, he wondered how you have so much energy despite being so obviously malnourished. “Haha! Anyway Levi, how did you get this house?” Levi wiped a crumb on the corner of your mouth “It was unoccupied.” He stated simply. “Oh. ok! Can I live with you?” you had this innocent smile as if you weren’t aware at all about your surroundings, but Levi knew, he could only imagine what hardships you went through in the underground, he knows it must be hard being a little girl in this ugly place. “Sure. Make sure to clean up though.” Levi watched as you squealed in glee and continued eating. Levi noticed how despite being so talkative, you never really talked about yourself, it was always about him. Whatever, he thought, he shouldn’t get too attached to you too.

The following morning with you, Levi felt like an old man. Last night you followed him into the bathroom when he said he was gonna wash up, this resulted in him kicking you out the room and locking the door, while you just sat idly in front of the bathroom. He also told you to wash up because you were dirty from being tackled to the ground, he gave you some of his clothes to change in. When Levi was gonna head to bed, you followed him of course! After a lot of bickerings he finally let you sleep beside him, occasionally removing your arms from his waist. Although you both fell asleep hugging each other. And now he feels so tired while you keep talking about what the sky would look like. “I think the outside sky is color pink!! It’s my favorite color y’know–” You were cut off by him shoving a potato in your mouth.

Levi opted to stay at home today, not trusting himself if he could protect the two of you outside just yet. But you were still alive weren’t you? Surely you knew how to fight if you were still alive here. But Levi thought he would ask you about yourself some other time. That was until Kenny came back home. He opened the door wide and strided to the couch, lying down and covering his eyes with his arm. “Ugh, what a fucking day..” Levi just looked at Kenny, who seemed to be napping, and didn’t notice when you left his side to go to the unknown scary man. All of a sudden you jumped on the man’s chest and swung a pocket knife, aiming for his neck. Kenny got startled and immediately threw you to the ground, overcoming you with strength, as you hit your head hard on the floor. Levi’s eyes widened as he panicked “oi! Kenny, that's my friend.” You looked at Levi surprised as helped you up. “What the fuck?? You’re bringing some girl home now?? What, your little girlfriend?? She tried to kill me!” Levi went on a protective stance shielding you from Kenny as you stayed confused. “I thought you lived alone??” “I never said that.” A quiet oh left your mouth and that was your introduction to Kenny.

Now Kenny had two brats to take care of, everything he taught Levi, he taught you too. And to his surprise you were a fast learner, even faster than Levi. Just like that, 2 years passed. You both got used to eating together, working together, and sleeping together. Everywhere you went, Levi followed. Some of the old ladies even called Levi your little puppy, which only made you laugh and Levi annoyed. One day however, you weren’t with Levi. He was busy with work, and you didn’t ask what job it was but you wanted to go to town to buy some food. You rarely go out alone now that you have him, but your pride tells you that you’re smarter and stronger than him (not really). Just as you were looking at the stalls, someone grabbed your wrist, trying to pull you to an alleyway, but you were smarter now, better. You quickly used what Kenny had been teaching you, kicking him in the balls, and slashing his face with your knife as he bent down. 

“You little fucking bitch!” He swung at your face, which you easily avoided, but then his other hand pulled out a gun and shot your stomach. You fell down in agony, it has been a while since you felt this type of pain. Training with Levi, he would usually go easy on you, leaving only a few scratches at most, but this was the real deal. You stay still on the ground, your breathing shallow, as your consciousness slowly fades away.

Levi was on his way returning home when he saw a crowd of people gathering at the town center, he would usually carry on but this time something is telling him to go check it out. And that he did. He saw you, on the ground, bleeding, unconscious. His stomach dropped as his eyes widened, all he saw was red as he took the man hovering above you, slashing his knife at his chest and repeatedly stomping on his head. All he wanted was to kill that man. The crowd that gathered watched in horror as the 12 year old boy beat the man to death, his face barely recognizable as the boy kept punching, kicking, and stabbing him. He stopped when the man no longer responded to anything he did, he quickly got by your side crying, he carried you to patch you up in the safety of your home, ignoring the whispers and cheers of the crowd, but not the way Kenny walked away. He had a feeling that Kenny would not return.

Days have passed since then, Levi took care of your wound and nursed you back to health, something that Kenny had also taught the both of you. Levi knew that Kenny leaving must have affected you, but you chose not to show it, and he chose to keep quiet. At night as you both sleep Levi could feel you hugging his waist tight, as if you were scared that he’d leave too. But Levi has no intention of leaving you, in fact he was scared that you would leave him. Little did the both of you know, in this cruel world an invisible string had tied you to each other. As Levi closed his eyes, hugging you closer, he promised you that he would protect you. You were his salvation, his joy, his solace.

a/n: i want to continue this and save a lot of characters 😭 also should i start ao3

#levi x reader #levi x you #levi x y/n #levi ackerman #levi #levi aot #aot #snk #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #kenny ackerman #x reader #childhood friends #levi ackerman x reader #levi drabble #aot fluff #levi snk #levi fluff

[nutria--oscura]

lets talk about heaven!

~spoilers for s2 ep41~ (its 11pm help)

ninjas and drag queens

lincoln m kicks <3

normal kick oaks oakicks o'kicks <3

"when scary grows up she wants to open a french bread shop, because its all about the pain" multilingual jokes my beloved<33

stanley parable ref from will <3 YESSSSSS i am so normal about ythat game

"a triad of pain" "3 french bakeries?" MULTILINGUAL JOKES MY BELOVED <3

"i look for the thrill of the hunt: thats the new personality link has" how far link has come

DUDE YES

santa?

DEMON HELL SANTA HELL YEA

"we'll be meeting again, if not this season then in fan-canon"

"heh" link imitating taylors vocal stims(im calling them stims cause they are to me!) <3

hermie being a vital team member as usual <3

love when freddie gets to just go off and anthony allows his plan

"heh" (link's version) pt2

"as a woman, im used to dexterously avoiding animated hands" i-

"oh american dad must be so conflicted" "yea,american dad works for the government. anthony, american dad works for the government." "give me a second" "anthony" "anthony" "anthony" "anthony" "anthony anthony" "anthony" "american dad he works for the cia" "yea" "yea yea" "so what is american dad gonna do, anthony?" "yea well the first thing you-" "anthony" my fav bit (/hj)

"bad girl time" proceeds to (try and) do some horrifying shit-

"i thought we had a moment" "i- did we?"

RON RON RON RON RON RON RON R O N

DOG? is it rogue- ITS ROGUE!

RON AND ROGUE <3

YES BETH

ANTHONY DONT YOU DARE THREATEN ROGUE

"yes, he hasnt killed... that many... people"

above space?

wait so heaven does exist? wait what-

BIBLICALLY ACURATE ANGLE? FUCK YEAAAAAAA

"sorry we had to beef up security ever since a catholic priest got into heaven" WOAHOHOHOH- HOLY SHIT

"i got here by faking my own death, but i faked it so good that i actually died" have i ever told yall how much i absolutely LOVE ron stampler?

"where do we go when we die?" "roll perception" if only-

ron and scary <3

In conclusion:

"im sorry for your loss, scary" "well, its not really my loss, so, im sorry for your loss. its- its not my loss" "well, in that case, im sorry you dont realise that it is your loss" OUCH-

terry jrs not in heaven :( (he said bitch in s1)

DUDE? oh bby-

their coping mechanisms- i (a teen) feel called out

give erin a break

"i remember a box in tennessee" "only ten i see"

GOD? oh, jerry!

"you have to find powerful memories between fathers and their children, and you can take some of the daddy magic from those memories and then store it in like a jug, and when you have enough of that I can make the potion" does it have to be their memories? if so they might be kinda screwed

SIDE EYE

"although hmm" <- erin about sparrow being normals father

FIND THE GRANDDADS‽ HELL YEA

SEE TERRY JR AGAIN

darrys dead :(

SPARROW AND HENRY HAVEN'T SPOKEN IN A WHILE

HENRYS ALIVE <3

HEAVEN HEIST-

Rogue

#chaos #thats it- #also they forgot hermie again- #he found ron and peaced out #dndads spoilers #dndads #dungeons and daddies #dndaddies #whispers of the raine

[mizz-sea-nymph]

I can understand why people are shocked about the last chapter, but that a Poseidon simp like you, someone who supports a shitty, arrogant and boring character like him, blames the Loki apologists is the peak of comedy. Just be less hypocrite next time.

Awwwwwe you took the time to try and do shit to meeeee sending me so many messages!! I’ll be more of a hypocrite to piss you off sweethear I’m so flattered ☺️💕

Hun your wrong and here’s why

No.1 I’m not a Poseidon simp im a Pussidon PIMP get it right next time

No.2 you coming at me as an anon? Bro again? Don’t you have a job?? A life?? A dog??? Wow ? Pussy what a cowarddd! Ajaisjsjsnshs! 💀

No.3 Loki apologists supporting a stalker and allot of em are victim blaming Brunhilde when in reality yall should just be mad at the authors not Brunhilde, you do you bae just don’t victim blame my girl brunhilde that’s not it, it’s kinda morally misleading and it makes others question you like crazy so yeah? it’s not her fault shes beautiful smh don’t do her like that? also Pussidon is just boring, plain and a straight up hoe yeah I get that I know that, but he don’t got a doll? He’s dead, thank god! he’s dead! I’m glad he’s dead Sooo mhm yeah go with that sweetie support the stalker and come up to me complaining about someone who’s just as boring as bread alr do that. Also who told you I support him? Bro I thought you where obsessed with me 💔 you took your time sending me 5 hater messages where you try and get a reaction out of me? 💕 I thought you knew me better since you’re so obsessed? You should know who you’re obsessing about better then this I thought you where a fan✨😔

Pathetic.

#record of ragnarok #look at this dummy 💀 #sent me 5 messages just to try and make me angry? #bro you can’t exactly get me mad ur a joke and I laugh at thoseee 💀💀

[i-luv-sweets]

|My hat is better| Engie x reader

(IM DEAD! IM DEAD! Im- oh wait im alive? Well I guess i’m alive. Hope yall know the saying wear the hat ride the cowbo-)

Rummaging through your closet you searched for something suitable to wear. Dell was taking you out on a bar date to celebrate your dating anniversary. The warm fluttering feeling of your heart moved in your chest. It was as if you could see the nervous and blushing texan asking you out for the first time. A small giggle escaped your throat at the memory. Seeing as it was a bar that you were going to, you settled with some jeans and a shirt. After brushing your hair you felt two arms snaking around your waist. “Ya look beautiful darlin.” Engie mumbled with his face buried in your shoulder. “Well you look very handsome yourself Dell.” You mentioned placing your hands on top of his and turning around. He was wearing a red shirt with a brown vest and a cowboy hat.  “You’re going full cowboy on this date?” You jested with a teasing tone. He chuckled and shrugged walking you out of your home. “Why not? It was this cowboy who swept you off yer feet.” A gentle kiss on your cheek was felt before you entered the car. The bar was decorated and themed texas. The colorful lights were focused on the band that was playing in the bar. The soft chatter of customers and service workers were heard as well. Along with the cheering of some people who were chugging drinks. Dell lead you to a counter seat and the both of you ordered your drinks and snacks. “How’s your team by the way? You’re on break right?” You asked with curiosity. The texan took a sip of his drink and hmmed. “Well they’re visiting their homes. Ah’m not sure how long our break will last though. There was ah bread problem with the base.” Raising a brow you gave him a quirky smile with a raised brow. “A bread problem? Something like, too much bread? Or not enough?” He rubbed the back of his neck and moved his other hand in a sort of motion. “Ah would say it was a bit too much. But ah reckon it will be fixed soon.” Your face fell a bit at the mention. Though you and engie were dating, you didn’t see each other as often as you had hoped for. Dell didn’t fail to see your expression and read into it. He scooted closer to you and wrapped an arm around your body. “Ah know ah’m gone fer a long tahim. Ah’ll try ta convince my boss to let ya visit on ceasefires.” You leaned your head onto his shoulder and sighed. “Will they let you though? Isn’t that against the rules?” He chuckled and pet your hair gingerly. “They kinda need mah help. So no worries Y/N.” With that the mood lifted once more and you both chatted happily together. However Engie excused himself from you to use the bathroom.  Waiting for Dell to return you sipped your drink slowly and looked at your feet. A soft weight was then placed onto your head. Looking up it was a black cowboy hat. Turning to whoever placed it on your head it was a stranger with a grin. You waved shyly at the man. “A girl like you should have a hat on yer head at this place.” Tilting your head you shrugged and thanked him awkwardly.  “Want your hat back sir?” He shook his head and leaned his body against the counter. “Nah ah think it looks better on you.” He said with a wink. Before you could say you already had a boyfriend, the hat you were wearing was hit onto the ground and was replaced with another. “Sorry there partner, this gal is taken.” You heard your boyfriend say through a smile and gritted teeth. The man put his hands in the air and grabbed his hat. “Alright man, I was just leavin anyways.” He said walking away and disappearing into the crowd. Tilting your head you turned to your boyfriend. “What was that about?” You questioned before Dell pushed the hat down onto your face playfully. “It’s just a thing between cowboys. He was basically trying ta claim ya as his girl.” The sentence nearly made you choke on air at the sudden information. “Well that’s news, his hat wasn’t that bad to be honest. It was fluffy on the insi-Ack!” Once you lifted the hat back up to your head, Dell pushed it down to your face with a chuckle. “Well mahine is better.”

#tf2 engineer #tf2 #team fortress engineer #team fortress 2 #tf2 engie #engie x reader

[roselink2123]

ive been doing pretty bad yall, binging yesterday with a donut and burger king like wtf is wrong with me, then i had like 6 slices of bread with peanut butter today. i feel so gross, i did work out twice so i know i won't gain too much and i did make sure to stop eating before 7 so i stopped at 6:30, i am kind of proud of myself because i was going to make more food after my binge but then i really really reaaallly thought about it and looked myself dead in the eyes and decided not to so im pretty happy about that because i know it could have been a lot worse, it also would have been worse if it had been that pizza i threw away or mozzarella sticks or those chicken nuggets, that probably would have been more ca!s but still its not great, im not happy about it but im glad i made the decision to stop when i could have just kept going. tomorrow im hanging out with my boyfriend for most of the afternoon and hopefully that'll mean i eat less because i always feel so judged eating in front of him, not because he's ever judged me, my size, my weight nor what i eat but he's kind of a judge-y person and idk its probably the 3d too so i don't always eat a ton around him. ill stretch and work out in the morning hopefully, im on my spring break so ive been sleeping in super late to especially avoid eating any extra ca!s that come with waking up earlier. tomorrow i might wake up earlier though so i can clean and work out and then get ready like take a shower and stuff. idk hopefully it goes well, i feel like if i say it on here to the few people that may get to the bottom of this post im more likely to do better and hold myself accountable like 'all these people are counting on you' kinda think yk? anyway thank you for reading my rant if you made it this far, i hope you had/are having/are going to have an amazing day <3

#an0r3c1a #light as a 🪶 #ana advice #4n4rexia #4n4blr #ana rant #tw ana rant #ed rant #venting

[iwtvdramacd18]

2, 12, 16 for iwtv ask game! 💫

2. How did you discover it or get interested in it?

I think someone one twitter retweeted the trailer like a week before it aired and I went into a laughing coughing fit bc although I knew there was a tv adaptation trying to get off the ground I kinda assumed it was like dead? And then to see black Louis and Claudia??? I was like oh my GOD I know Anne and her plantation praising self mad as HELL this is gonna suck I'm gonna watch it. And then. well. I mean look at me. I don't think I've ever been so wrong about a show going into it before. I think once Louis hit that chuckle at the start I was like oop. It's over. I'm done for.

12. What were your favorite moments of season one? 

Ok so I got way too many to choose from so I'm gonna pick one per ep and also moments I like but I feel I don't mention often:

EP 1: the tapdance scene because it's so important to me and also just a fun scene in general. I can't believe the both of them just learned tap themselves that's crazy

EP 2: Louis looking into the thoughts of the tenor before joining Lestat to feed. It's like such a Louis moment and I love the detail of his pupils pinning back to human size once he starts seeing the memory with the wet piece of bread in his pocket-- also that its such a great like achingly mundane detail

EP 3: "To me my X-Men" looking ass...

EP 4: I love how with Claudia there's opened this whole new view into vampirism and how at least at first so much of it for her is joy and laughter... tho I get kinda mad watching them laughing in the back of the movie cuz I know if I was there in that theater I'd be like can yall shut the fuck up. In my head ofc and then I get killed shuffling home actually I'm uncredited I was there. It's a missing scene big amc don't want you to know this

EP 5: Claudia revealing that Lestat cheating on Louis. Great performance work from Bailey also I keep thinking of that edit where someone put the reality show music over it

EP 6: the chess scenes in general but like Claudia prodding at Lestat about Nicki and Magnus ok wait I just noticed she got keys on her shirt.....Carol............

EP 7: The reveal which I could spend a whole post talking about but I'm just gonna post what I told my friend

16: Do you have a favorite piece of art (book, movie, painting) that’s referenced or featured in the show?

I think I said the Francis Bacon tryptich last time but also I watched the 2019 production of a Doll's House (adapted by Tanika Gupta) that Assad was in and I really enjoyed it!

#answered #ask game #:] thank you!!!

[niginithechaoticbicon]

A fan made concept for a Beastars fighting game! Tried putting all of the characters! The concept is based on Capcom vs SNK as you can see from the character select portraits.

It uses the same groove system, just with 3 characters + An assist. The assist characters is only worth a single life bar instead of 4 for balancing purposes.

-Legosi: Bread and butter characters. Your Goku, your Mario, your Ryu. Bug based projectiles for a ranged attack (Sorry people who are bug-phobic). His level 3 super involves the “Super Legosi” look that he gets after eating Louis’ leg

-Haru: Similar to Zamasu and Beerus in Dragon Ball Fighterz, she specializes in setting up projectiles and traps, just that they’d be plant-based for her gimmicks. Her actual light medium and heavy attacks are meh and only exist for setup purposes

-Louis: Piece of shit zoner with a Gun. Nothing really beyond that. Maybe have him use his prosthetic for attacks but they’d be weak anyways since zoners are supposed to play lame anyways.

-Juno: Theather based moveset! She has the Adler Scythe and many other stage props for extended range. Another basic character for newcomers to pick up. (Basically what you tell your little sister to play) Has surprisingly good range on all her attacks and she has really good air game.

-Jack: Yknow Ginyu from Dragon Ball fighterz? That but he calls the 701 boys. Jank jank jank and more jank

-Bill: Rushdown character that uses a rapier (Based on the Adler play we saw during the first arc). While he isn’t an assist character like Jack, the drama club members make a cameo during his level 3 super.

-Ibuki: Assist character... 2! He calls the Shishigumi for combos. He’s more focused on projectiles (Again, gun.) compared to Jack, however.

-Yahya: Rushdown characters but way more complicated than Bill (Which is more unga bunga more than anything)

-Gouhin: Graaaaappleeeeeeeeeeeeeer. Super armor on like half of his moves

-Riz: The most unga bunga brain dead character. He’s insane and probably the boss of the arcade ladder. Everyone would send Riz players death threats online from the sheer frustration that he would bring.

-Gosha: Debuffs on almost all of his moves depending if you input light medium or heavy. (Reduced attack for heavy, reduced defense for middle and minus 20% of a super bar for light.)

-Melon: The third bread and butter character. A perfect balance of projectiles, attacks and air game.

-Pina: The first joke character, at least graphics wise! He doesn’t attack, but instead, each one of his inputs summons a random Cherryton girl to try and slap/hit him for being a cheating harlot. It results in a strange moveset where most of his moves actually act as a dodge of sort.

-Legom: The second joke character. Idk, she has a pan.

-Kyuu: Basically Android 18 in Fighterz, with San acting as Android 17

-Sagwan: He’s another heavy. He uses water elemental attacks and his super involves dropping a whale on someone.

LMK if yall are interested in hearing what the assists do!

#beastars #fighting games #FGC #fan concept

[kae-karo]

Fic Roundup 2022

my fave that i've written this year 😌

jan - our names were meant to have arrows drawn through (x) - klk spring break meet cute posted on the literal first day of the year lmao i remember being surprised this one got so little interaction for it being klk?

feb - bring me my coffin, please (x) - my first chennett fic!!! i really went 'ya i'll just write this and get it out of my system' and now i'm out here still writing chennett lmao

mar - my love is the killing kind (x) - chiluc assassin soulmate au where you can't kill ur soulmate >:} unironically this was such a fun au to write and i had a great time with it

apr - like you, like me (x) - sdlkfj chiluc again, very soft and a lil melancholy and inspired by the lovely @/eseninkit's art (on twt) that just gave me so many Emotions

may - dead line, live wire (x) - a klk wrong number and accidental meet cute au that stepped outside my usual klk dynamics - it's always fun to have aus where they haven't met before and see how things would turn out differently

jun - ragnvindr? i barely know her! (x) - another klk with a test of different dynamics for me, featuring darknight hero diluc and kaeya who actually (somehow) didn't know it was diluc lmao

jul - shadows amidst snowstorms (x) - albedo/fakebedo but instead of talking it out during their encounter, they fuck about it. this was probably the first time i really jumped into a hatefuck type of scenario!

aug - letters unsigned and unsent out of fear (x) - klk epistolary fic based on the letters they both kept during the hidden strife event! my first time trying my hand at a (mostly) epistolary fic

sept - that, surfeiting, the appetite may sicken and so die (x) - finally some zhongchi on this list lmao. another first, both somno and egg/ovipos, and i wasn't sure how ppl would like it? but i'm glad yall enjoyed lmao

oct - i don't bite (but i heard you might) (x) - bakutodo!!! finally!! not the first one i wrote after picking bnha back up, but definitely my fave so far. wolf!bkg and vamp!tdrk full of playful banter and a lil spice >:}

nov - do your worst (that's what you do best) (x) - panttore!! evil men being evil and sexy and kind of evil to each other too!!! i had a good time with this one and once again trying out some dynamics i don't often do lmao

dec - Kaeya and the Huge Bread (x) - i'm using this as dec since i published the final ch in dec lmao. chaeya author au my beloved!! i had unironically SO much fun writing this fic, both from the actual perspective of writing the chaeya (which is always fun but was especially fun with this particular dynamic) and writing the various commercial break ships that i might otherwise not have had the inspiration to write. i think this was up there as one of my fave fics to write like, maybe ever

honorable mentions & other stats below the cut 🙏

i posted 523k words over 46 different fics this year???? and two fandoms (bnha and genshin, welcome back bnha lmao)

my longest fic was 117k (bread! - x), the shortest was 678 words (too young to die - x)

i also wrote my first xiaother this year! your calming embrace is the first time i felt something real (x) back in june 😌

and!!! i got back into bnha again this year - rewatching the training camp arc is what actually finally inspired me to start writing for bnha again, and i wrote patched up in the dark (x)

i also wrote a fallen angel / risen demon bktd au that i had quite a fun time with from a worldbuilding perspective - closer to heaven than you'll ever know (x)

i also continued my (very slow) progress of making country music gay by writing and p.s. if this is kaeya... (x). perhaps i'll add another fic to that short list next year lmao

and!! i finally finished the time that we spent in arms and in longing series (x) inspired by my very first ever chaeya fic many moons ago, which remains one of my fave fics to this day

oh and speaking of series, i also concluded my chiluc sparks of hope built in the dark series (x) that started with the aphrodisiac'd diluc some time last year

and in other firsts, i finally did smth i had been meaning to do for ages - writing zhongkae! fleeting heart and home (please, let me be kind) (x) with any luck, i'll have inspiration to write them more next year too

and finally, in the world of bnha firsts, i wrote and posted some bakushin for the first time! speakeasy (x), where i got to play with the particularly interesting dynamic of "you should be addicted to shutting the fuck up" / "you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid" 😌

and obviously there were many many more, i've only barely listed half of them here, but thank u to everyone who read and enjoyed these stories with me this year!! here's to many more to come 💜

#fic roundup 2022 #my fics #genshin #bnha

[samwilsonsbabymama]

Us Against the World: Caught

Pairing: Apocalypse!Sam Wilson x Black F!Reader

Summary: MiniSeries based on Apocalypse Sam Wilson and his Girl

sam covered in human blood and zombie guts after a group kidnapped you over some lame shit (like supplies or they want your shelter or they’re just weirdo pervs who like to prey on women idk). like, imagine the feral look in his eyes and the bulge in his muscles as he goes on a murderous rampage to get you back. and then he does a complete 180° when you’re back, safe in his arm after he checks you over fiftylem times. @lalaooopsie​

and

Also a love confession when he thinks you’re gonna die 😞 but you’re okay!

Warnings: zombie talk, kidnapping, sad feelings, angst, happy feelings, happy ending 

A/N: I’m rewatching The Walking Dead and yall have come through with the apocalypse scenarios!!!

A/N2 : please excuse any typos.. also, please let me know so i can fix them lol thanks!

It was supposed to be a quick run. Something you'd done multiple times before.

You weren't sure how they caught you, but here you were, tied up and blindfolded in a camp that wasn't your own.

It had been a few days since they had captured you before they finally brought you to their leader who you recognized instantly.

John Walker. He had been the leader of your group years ago.

His decisions had led to the deaths of many in your group.

Until Sam showed up and stepped up. Things had turned for the better when Sam took over and eventually, John left, never to be seen again until now.

Everyone had thought him to be dead, but you could see that he was very much alive.

John taunted you, told you of how he planned on using you as bait to get to Sam.

He wanted his place back and he wanted Sam gone.

You were confused because Sam only saw you as a friend, and even though you were in love with him, that didn't mean that he was.

John didn't believe that there wasn't anything going on between the two of you.

He called you "Sam's one and only weakness".

John kept you tied up in a room in the middle of his compound, his henchmen only feeding you scraps of bread and small glasses of water.

You weren't long how much time had passed before the alarms went off, and instantly you knew it was Sam.

The air was filled with screams and gunfire as you waited for Sam.

You heard walkers growling when someone slammed into your door.

The growling of the walkers grew louder and you pushed yourself against the wall.

You tried your hardest to remove the blindfold when something pulled your leg.

Your screams filled the room as the walker pulled you.

You kicked your legs wildly in an attempt to dislodge the corpse, and your blindfold finally slipped off just in time for you to witness Sam slaughter the undead monster.

Sam's quick footsteps filled the air and he lifted you into his arms and began to walk out of the room.

He was covered in blood. You weren't sure if it was zombie or human blood, but after taking a look around at the carnage, you guessed it was both.

You gazed back at Sam and you noticed that his lips were moving. You couldn't make out what he was saying so you closed your eyes.

Sam shook you awake, his face inches from yours. His attention fully on you.

You heard your name being called in the distance, but you couldn't focus on it. All you saw was Sam.

You thought it was fitting that you'd die in the arms of the one you loved and even funny knowing that he didn't love you.

You smiled gently and tried raising your hand to cup Sam's face.

He was crying and still talking to you.

It took every last bit of strength for you to focus on his words.

"I love you," he cried. "Please don't leave me." 

"Sam," you whispered before everything went black.

It's funny how when you love someone you'd do anything for them.

When you came to, you were back home in one of the med bay rooms.

You'd spent so many hours here in your life before that you'd recognize it even in your dreams.

You shifted so that you could sit up but you were pushed back down and a quick look to your left explained why.

Sam's eyes were bloodshot as he looked at you.

You opened your mouth to speak but he was up so quick that you snapped your lips together.

Sam was talking a mile a minute, asking you questions but not giving you any time to answer.

You could tell that he was nervous as he paced in front of you.

Your movement to sit up again brought Sam back to your bedside.

He cupped your face in his hands and pressed your foreheads together.

"I thought I lost you," he whispered and brushed your nose with his.

You reached up and held his hand, the movement cause you to wince in pain and Sam was quick to move back and begin assessing your wounds.

They'd already been bandaged, but he needed to make sure they had been done right.

His hands were gentle as he checked you over making sure you were alright.

"Sam," you needed him to look at you again, but he shook his head. You could see the tears falling even though he refused to look at you.

"Sam," you said once again, a bit more firm this time.

He stopped moving before taking a breath and looking at you.

You reached out and touched his hand before whispering, "I love you, too."

PLEASE LEAVE FEEDBACK!!! Like with words or emojis. For me, it’s really discouraging when I don’t get verbal feedback. It’s something that I need.

#sam wilson needs more love #sam wilson x reader #sam wilson x black reader #sam wilson imagine #sam wilson x plus size!black reader #sam wilson x black!reader #maree writes #us against the world fic

[virtue-and-beneviolence]

Can you match your mutuals with CSM characters and troupes? Pretty please 🥺

Thanks for the game <3 !!! I wanna apologize upfront bc this is a very very short one. I don't remember CSM super well apparently so i apologize for how few of yall are included here. This was what I could manage after tumblr fucked up my draft and if i dont post it tonight it'll rot in my drafts forever. Idk man send me a part two and ask for a different set and we'll see what we can do (probably reusing characters tho)

@feitania and Kishibe - roommates

Kishibe doesn't need a roommate and he reminds you of that at least 12 times a week but he wouldn't dream of having you leave. He's so much more sentimental than it seems. Who would've thought that stone cold bastard had such a big soft heart? He lets you decorate any room you like for the most part and he'd be lying if he said he didn't appreciate the warmth that comes with another life in his home. You two don't need to fill all the space with chatter but after a while, you do get him to open up a bit and you learn a lot from the man's life. He learns a lot about yours too. Idk, it's just the right amount of cozy.

@the-travelling-witch X Aki - cafe au

Baker!Aki is dying for your attention after the fist time you visit his shop. It was dead on a weekday afternoon. He gave you a deal on some cookies, insisting it was the end of the day, that they'd go to waste. Since then he's tried to catch your eye and your fancy through some new desserts, pastel macarons, and cute little pastries, and delicate fruit tarts. He listens to you talk when you bring some friends to study there. He's not trying to be weird, but he hears you're not from Japan and starts making German treats he think maybe a taste of home could be nice or well he's ... he's trying okay? He thanks the gods the day you ask him why the menu always changes because you finally give him your number with a promise to teach him how to make some real bread.

@sleepy3 and Beam - childhood best friends

Yall have been inseparable for the last two decades. You spent your youth together. You shared nearly all your elementary and middle school classes together and and never struggled to make time for one another. You're the only one who can calm Beam down, you're his favorite cuddle buddy, annnnd the only reason he probably graduated because got he's adorable and all but his attention span is not it! For his part, he gives you energy and hypes you up all the time. He even hypes you up for that date he doesn't particularly like that you're going on tonight because he doesn't think the guy is good enough for you. But he's still gonna help you pick an outfit and tell you how great you look because he's honest and he cares about you and well, he trusts you to make smart decisions.

@drakenlvr X violence fiend - fake dating

He doesn't seem all that interesting at first and I don't blame you. There's not much to talk about since you finished that one project together. You know, the one you two did all the work for while your asshat classmates sat with their thumbs in their asses? All you really knew about galgali was that he was maybe a bit of a pushover sometimes but he was definitely nice. When he came up to you in the dining hall and asked for you to go to a work event with him as his partner just once god i know its weird but please- you figured, fuck it. There are worse ways to spend a Friday evening than hanging around an acquaintance and getting free food and drinks. Turns out he has a crazy history, a crazier job, and a shockingly cute streak.

@violettierre x Power - enemies to friends to business owners lmao

Look I'm not gonna get into the gory details about that relationship you just got out of, okay? It was messy and not at all your fault, but isn't it crazy how all it took was a mutual enemy (the ex in question) to become thicker than thieves with Power? I can just see you and Power skipping down the street and dancing and being chaotic. Plus there's just nothing like it when Power is soft for you. Y'all end up roommates and maybe go in halfsies on a cat cafe for the broken hearted to find their new halves.

#im so sorry friends #more of you should be here #i will try harder next time #maybe i'll give these guys a break and appreciate some more moots #idk im a mess lmao #someone tell me to eat dinnner #or something #hush virtue #but really anon if you're a moot and you;re not here ill cry send another and iwill do it again

[myst1calx]

Okay, this is gonna sound inconsequential... but this actually reveals how large swaths of, what I dub, "Cap-not-Steve fans" Do Not Understand Steve Rogers

I don't like September 28th (or w/e the day was) as Steve's birthday either (January 3rd winter baby born of hardship is so much more symbolic) but anyone begging for Steve's real b-day to be America ca-caw 🦅 🇺🇸 does not get him tee bee aich¡

And really it speaks to just how much Marvel has (to this day) flanderized Steve into a generic cardboard cutout Mr. Murrica Sweet Home Alabama Man that his "fans” can get mad at any time Steve finally gets humanized like a real person and not a 🇺🇸🦅 propaganda bland white bread blank slate

the name "Captain America" was in-universe just a propaganda dancing stage show persona that Steve was put into, he hated it and wanted to actually fight for real. Every "Cap" thing should be treated as a foreign imposition that Steve has to muscle past in order to be a Real Hero.

A core (but often forgotten) part of Steve's character is him being treated as a joke even after the serum at first, and this is in part of his foil-ness with Bucky, who was in the military first and given the more dangerous and bloodier missions while Cap is pushed out to look good for the military propaganda camera crew that followed them around. A huge part of the Spectre of Captain America is that the identity was superimposed onto Steve and he was forced to play a part so he can strive to be a Real Hero too, and repeatedly a lot of those Real Hero moments are of Steve being in defiance to the flag that the Cap persona was made to serve. Steve's most human moments is when we remember that he was a person before he was told to be "Cap". So, ofc July 4th ain't his birthday lmaooo.

a lot of yall onhere&twt seem more about making him a "whimsical" unironic Sat morning cartoon/caricature of unrionic 🇺🇸🦅 propaganda, but that's literally when Steve's character is most disservice and least memorable. Him being a regular person sucked into the machinations of military and propaganda to then defy & forge his own identity through it is when the character is human and compelling

I'm not sure if you're the same person from last time, but I want to say smthn rq: his birthday is July 4th because it's fun and whimsy to do so, it was just fucking silly dude it's not that deep!!

The one of reason they chose Steve was bcz his birthday landed in July 4th, not he main reason but its a key fun little tid bit that doesn't need to be changed because it's LITERALLY his birthday. (And the fact that like,, his mom told him that the fireworks were "for him?" AWH. LIKE DONT REMOVE THAT THATS KEY TIME WITH HIS MOTHER-- It doesn't contribute much other than to say "hey your birthday is in independence day you might be viable for this cap thing alongside being a generally great dude lmao" changing it to September 28th doesn't add much other then removing fun little stuff like his july 4th birthday because marvel wants dumbass MCU syndication and makes everything boring and no-fun because of how the marvel movies are set up like a weird mishmash of All the worst parts of ults and Hickmanvengers alongside removing all the fun bits.

Also Chris evens is a Zionist I don't trust that fucker as cap anyway don't bring that shit over here 😭

Plus, on the part where you said that he "hated" being cap you are WRONG. dead ass wrong. MCU!Steve hated being cap, because it was a trait copied from ults.

Normal Steve (616 Before civil war, AA, MAA, emh, ma, you get the idea, even Hickmanvengers and ults Steve) all enjoyed being cap because they were able to be a moving force for young people and as we all know if you've read the comics steve loves doig stuff as cap and teaching kids and making people say and helping people and shit! He love it! He likes helping people and he has a strict moral code he abides by!! helping people isn't a job he just wants to do it because he can and he will and it's the same reason that the avengers aren't coworkers because they desire to do these things (helping people, seeing kids, saving the city,) because they chose to be that force that could guide people out of bad situations and HELP people with the power they have. MCu!Steve acts the way he does because the people writing him don't get his character and it seems to be neither do you.

The thing is is that Cap suffers from the fact that most people can't tell the different between the mask and the man behind it and that was a clear internal thing he struggled with as he comes to terms with living in the ultra modern 21st century 😭(and even then I have alot of gripes with the fact that people still think that Steve doesn't know how to operate technology: shut the fuck up he's like in his mid 20s he can figure it out easily he not a old cretin he has good reflexes and memory it shouldn't be that hard, also: watch The Episode "Super adaptoid" from the cartoon avengers assemble , or go watch the entire show while your at it, genuinely. he's the best characterized Steve we've had in such a long time)

As much as he is the personifying thing of a flying flag and some adaptations go to that stuff as being the core of his character it is only a small part of what is a symbol for peace and I think you don't realize that because on multiple occasions he disavows his captain America identity(Sentinel of Liberty, Y'know when he handed his Cap identity to Sam???) to help people without the ties and I think that's something alot of people forgot that despite the fact that due to the entire of who Steve is it wasnt the suit that built who he was and what he represents it was his character and choices.

That man is not a blank slate. He represents more than the war he faught in and the country he faught for and saying he's just that is a misservice to his character and who he representss outside and inside of the suit, any suit.

End of Ted talk uhhh (explodes) watch avengers assemble and pick up a cap comic from like.. pre-90s idk if you want I'll give you a reading list?? Read Man out of Time first though, yeah?

#myst.txt #[ myst asks ☆ ]

[stonpoet-thestoneddisciple]

STON POET - ALREADY IN HELL

/ We already in hell yeah

Came down here prepared yeah

No the fame won't change me

Muthafuck the fame man / *2

Muthafuck the fame , all of them some lames

Gotta do what they say, the only bossing round is me

They got us like some slaves , gotta work untill the grave

No we won't stay trap , putting my home on the map

Watch cho lips , you might get smack

Didn't have a cent , just had rap

What you think you gone attract

Macking bitch , this ain't no act

When yall gonna spit the facts

The litt-est here , the others trash

Watch out , stab you in ya back

No more loyalty out here

No can't trust ah bitch again

Only ballout fa the twins , yeah my bros & sis & em

Nigga always been him

Now im living with a bag

Always filling it up yeah

Can't be stuck in the past

Live life like its yo last

/ They be hurting , cause they sad

They won't ever stop Gods Plan , I do this for my dead friends

Selling out , No Ain't going /*2

Gas I smoke , yeah that potent

Wavyer then ah ocean

Rolling up & poing gin

Don't wanna see the real 1s win

Rather see mine with nothing

Never die , we keep living

Never quit , cause theres no end

No ah snitch can't be my friend

No ah bitch can't have my bands

Battling just like ah band

I was my only fan ,

Practicing just tryna win

Gotta keep my head up mane , Watch me get my bread up Aye

No Them demons can't hurt me

No We not the same as earthlings

All they do is curse me , God thats who birth me

No not ah earthling , I came from celestial beings

Making Dreams reality , going fast yeah Need for speed

No ah hoe i won't mary , only championship rings

[ninja-tiddy]

I know its been forever, but I wanted to mention that I’m just waiting for when Monkie Kid drops to see if its fire or nah, and if i get into it i’ll possibly just repurpose this blog for general lego art instead of just ninjago. 

(Also kofi-coms are still open and will stay open unless stated otherwise. 6$+ view post+)

#ninjer talks #what up yall not dead just bread

[keepingupwiththeboltons]

The theory that rhaegar lived is so dumb its unreal

#like bruhhhh #i get they never found the body but bruhhhhhhh #his chest got caved in like if you took a fish to a loaf of wonder bread #dudes fuckin dead #i feel a bit mean saying this but some theories just straight up dumb #like some of yall stupid #yalls fuckin darrio is actually euron like not him warging like no darrio is actuallu euron in diguise headass #like the darrio is being warged by euron theory okay #but like the darrio actually being euron in like makeup and a wig theory is fucking dumb #like what yall on #idk why im being so mean right now but like jesus christ every character isnt a spy for littlefinger #it annoys me more tho when a theory is like controdictury to a characters arch then when its plain stupif