#💜 domestic violence awareness 💜

[stolasbuckzo]

Women have suffered so much they wouldn’t dare become abusive to anyone

Oh no a woman would never hit a man ever

They say men never should hit a woman

Women never have to worry about hitting people

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[thehopelessauthor]

💜 Domestic Violence Awareness 💜

1. Stolas of the Ars Goetia from Helluva Boss

Abuse:

Physically

Emotionally

Psychologically

Abuser(s):

Stella >>> his soon to be ex-wife (TBA)

Paimon >>> his father (neglect)

2. Christian Grey from 50 Shades of Grey

3. Joe Goldberg from YOU

4. Harley Quinn from Suicide Squad (and DC Extended Universe)

• Also Two-Face got domestically abused as well both are villains and live in the same world

5. Oliver Twist from Oliver Twist

6. Zuko from The Last Airbender

7. Bart Simpson

Abuse: Physical abuse

Abuser: Homer Simpson

9. Rumplestiltskin / Mr. Gold from Once Upon A Time

10. Adrien Agreste from Miraculous Ladybug

Abuse:

• Child abuse

* Physically (after the episode “Gorizilla”)

* Neglected

* Verbally

• Emotional manipulation

• Controlled

• Isolation

Abuser:

Gabriel Agreste >>> his own father

Status: Ongoing 💔

11. Lucifer Morningstar

Abuse:

• “Child” neglect

* Thought he was incapable of love

Abuser:

God >>> his own father

Status: Resolved ❤️‍🩹

[sarandipitywrites]

Writeblr Intro

(i should probably make one of these, shouldn't i?)

about me:

hi! i'm saran (they/them). i spend 99% of my free time writing, thinking about writing, making playlists for my writing, rotating my other obsessions in my head (currently jak & daxter; voiceplay; and motionless in white), and sometimes spewing those on my blog as well. this is my primary blog (i can barely keep up with this one, so a sideblog is not likely in the near future), so be aware that you'll see everything that spills out of my head/crosses my blog that i feel like sharing. if you're just here for the writing, that's cool, too! all of my original writing is tagged #my writing, and all longform works and snippets are tagged with their titles. i'm open to tag games, asks, and dms for anything and everything, even if you just need to talk 💜

about the writing:

i both read and write most genres, but fantasy and speculative fiction are my favorite (with a heavy dose of monsters and the paranormal, whether the genre otherwise calls for it or not). i write both original fiction and fanfiction. my main characters tend to be queer, neurodiverse, disabled, or all of the above. i write with an adult audience in mind (my writing has a tendency to delve into heavy topics, including mental health issues and societal commentary, and several of my stories contain graphic violence), so while minors are welcome to follow, i would encourage you to self-curate your experience. i try to tag anything potentially triggering, but i am human and sometimes miss things; if you notice anything that you think needs a tag, please do let me know!

general taglist (ask to be added or removed): @innocentlymacabre

find all the links and tags for my work under the cut:

the WIPs:

Spark Signature (wip intro, tag)

Ten years after their best friend's disappearance, Vy'd almost given up on seeing Jules again. But now that he's come back, and with a plan to steal the Foundation for Magitechnical Advancement's most sinister assets, Vy knows they can't let him pursue his vendetta alone. But the interference of Vy's nosy RPG group-slash-found family forces Vy to choose; will they do what they know is right and help Jules infiltrate the Foundation, or will they keep their head down and try to keep their family safe from the inevitable fallout? (high fantasy sci fi; LGBT+; cyberpunk; heist; thriller; original fiction) Taglist (ask to be added or removed): @leah-yasmin-writes, @unrepentantcheeseaddict, @ceph-the-ghost-writer, @mundanemoongirl

The Art of Empty Space (wip intro, tag)

Lienzo's search for a cure for his parent's condition entangles him in a years-old curse with an arcane beast at its heart. As he works to break the curse and free the city of Rookport, he finds an unexpected ally in the beast — and, perhaps, something more. (subversive fairytale; paranormal romance; original fiction)

Taglist (ask to be added or removed): @notwritinganyflufftoday

Dead Roots, Dark Water (wip intro, tag, Ao3)

After two years of genetic experiments at the hands of Haven City's Minister of Science leave him almost unrecognizable, Jak isn't as eager to go home as Daxter would have hoped. Daxter's rescue mission becomes a quest to undo the damage the dark eco experiments inflicted upon Jak's body and psyche — and the only one who can help them is Haven's most beloved public figure, who also happens to be Minister Acheron's twin sister. (adventure; dark fantasy; dystopian; fanfiction - Jak & Daxter)

Taglist (ask to be added or removed): @sam-glade, @televisionjester, @surroundedbypearls, @rivenantiqnerd

the Short Stories:

A Haunted Home

A haunted house gets its latest in a long string of owners. Is it possible to have a QPR with a house? You're about to find out. cw: implied past domestic abuse

Bodies

The Belltown Butcher takes a trophy from each of their victims. Ness survived, but not before the Butcher took their prize. cw: referenced kidnapping, trauma, eye trauma

Loreley

A cartographical ship picks up a distress signal in the unexplored Groombridge 1618 system. Instead of the lost Kasandra, they find a seemingly-habitable planet.

I Am Alive

A group of friends breaks into the local haunted house for an All Hallow's Eve séance. It doesn't go as planned.

[audaciousevolution]

💜 International Day for the Elimination of Violence Against Women 💜

Today, we stand together to demand a world where women and girls are safe from violence and abuse. This year's theme is "UNiTE! Invest to Prevent Violence Against Women & Girls". 💜

Did You Know?

-In Trinidad & Tobago, 1 in 3 women face violence from a partner in their lifetime.

-Reports of domestic violence skyrocketed during the pandemic, with 11,000+ cases in 2020.

-By 2023, women made up 75% of domestic violence reports, and abuse in all forms remains a pressing issue.

Across the Caribbean, women continue to experience some of the highest rates of intimate partner violence globally, jeopardising safety, dignity, and equality.

Let’s Take Action

💜 Speak out against violence.

💜 Support survivors.

💜 Advocate for stronger protections and awareness.

Together, we can help build a world where violence is no longer tolerated. 💜

[ladysif8]

October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month💜

You're not a victim for sharing your story. You are a survivor setting the world on fire with your truth. And you never know who needs your light, your warmth and raging courage.

— Alex Elle

October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month—a time to shine a light on an issue that affects millions of people every day. Domestic violence isn’t always physical; it can be emotional, psychological, financial, and more. It can happen to anyone, regardless of gender, race, or background.

As a survivor of domestic violence, I know firsthand how difficult it can be to break free from the cycle. This month, let’s come together to support survivors, speak out against abuse, and raise awareness about the resources available for those in need. No one should have to face violence in silence. If you or someone you know is experiencing domestic violence, help is out there. Reach out, speak up, and let’s work together to break the cycle.

National Domestic Violence Hotline

📞 1.800.799.7233

📱 Text “START” to 88788

[forbidden-salt]

October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month 💜

I’m excited to announce that for the month of October, Forbidden Salt will be donating a 10% of all sales to the National Coalition Against Domestic Violence (NCADV). Domestic violence affects millions, and this organization does incredible work to provide resources, advocacy, and hope to survivors.

When you shop with Forbidden Salt this month, you’re not just buying beautiful stickers and art—you’re supporting a cause that truly makes a difference. 💜

Join me in raising awareness and standing up for those who need it most. Together, we can help create safer homes and communities.

[wafflenati0n]

Incase you didn't know. This is what the different ribbon colors mean!

❤ - The red ribbon represents AIDS/HIV, alcohol and substance abuse, Vasculitis, love, heart, and disease.

🧡 - The orange ribbon represents hunger, leukemia, animal protection awareness, self harm awareness, multiple sclerosis, ADHD (attention defficent hyperactive disorder) and kidney cancer.

💛 - The yellow ribbon represents supporting our troops, suicide prevention, genocide awareness, sarcoma and bone cancer awareness.

💚 - The green ribbon represents tissue and organ donations or transplants, mental health, mental illness, leukemia, environment, kidney neural tube defects, save the earth movement, go green movement, and the recycling movement.

💙 - The blue ribbon represents child abuse prevention, arthritis, sex trafficking and slavery, and prostate cancer.

💜 - the purple ribbon represents Sarcoidosis lupus, fibromyalgia, religious tolerance, violence against women, domestic violence, cycstic fibrosis, Alzheimer's disease, pancreatic cancer, and epilepsy.

Violet - Hodgkin's lymphoma.

🤍 - The white ribbon represents victims of Terrorism, peace, blindness, and Holocaust Remembrance.

🖤 - The black ribbon represents mourning and melanoma.

Lime green - The lime green ribbon represents lymphoma, Non-hodgkin's lymphoma, muscular dystrophy, and mental health.

Teal - The team ribbon represents gynelogicial cancer, and sexual assault.

Periwinkle - The periwinkle ribbon represents eating disorders, pulmonary hypertension esophageal cancer and stomach cancer.

💗 - The pink ribbon represents breast cancer.

Cream - The cream ribbon represents Paralysis, spinal cord injuries, spinal diseases and disorders.

Light Blue - The light blue ribbon represents prostate cancer and men's health.

Lavender - The lavender ribbon represents all cancers (general cancer awareness), and Eplisey.

Pearl - The pearl ribbon represents lung cancer and lung disease, and multiple sclerosis.

Gray - The gray ribbon represents diabetes, brain cancer, and asthma.

Silver - The silver ribbon represents Brain disorders.

Gold - The gold ribbon represents childhood cancer.

Zebra Patterned - The zebra patterned ribbon represents rare diseases and cancers, such as nueroendocrine, tumors, carcinoid cancer, Ehlers-Danlos Syndromes and Whipple's disease. These are just examples, this is not excluding any other rare dieseases or cancers. (Credit to @

Hope this helps someone! If I'm missing one or got one wrong, let me know in my asks box.

[royalsofwindshire]

The Women’s Resource Center 💜🎗️

⚜️ Today Her Royal Highness Princess Sylvia And Her Royal Highness The Duchess Of Gloucester Visited The Women’s Resource Center In Winchester For Women Who Have Been In Domestic Violence , Sexual Assaulted And More . Their Royal Highness Sat With Victims To Listen To Their Story And Experience Their Condolences To Them . There Have Been 14,235 Cases In Windshire Of Women Being In These Types Of Situations And Their Voices Being Silent And Come To The Center To Heal And Talk With Therapists . The Center Wants To Spread Awareness That All Women Around The World Are Not Alone Let Nobody Silence You Thinking That These Situations Are Okay . Also His Majesty The King Is Working On A Bill To Have Strict Laws When It Comes to Violence Against Women In This Country. 💜⚜️

[mrsaguapapi]

A new chapter coming tonight babes!

Sorry for the long breaks in between! I work at a domestic violence agency and this month is Teen Dating Violence Awareness Month as well as Black History so I'm very busy working with the youth and educating our schools about Healthy Relationships.

I say this not to flex, but to say if you or anyone you know Is going through a situation that involves DV I am here to help 💜🧡

[joonslfttiddie]

BE MINE

Chapter One

💜Fic Pairing: BTS Member x OFC

💜AU/Genre: Dark Romance | Demon Member

💜Warnings: Demonic Male Protagonist/Cat-Calling/Domestic Violence/Bitter Roommate/Mentions of Menses/Childhood Trauma

💜Rating: MA

💜Word Count: 3,972

Kamryn Graham

Filter Falls was the peaceful and mostly safe place that Kamryn Graham called home. While it had its dangers, the level of risk largely depended on the part of town she was on. She typically stuck to the East side as it was familiar and was considered the safer, ‘boujie’ area. This was also where she shared an apartment with her roommates, Mariah and Tiara. Nothing had happened to make her feel unsafe, but there were times where Kamryn felt like she was being watched. You know that feeling you get when someone is looking at you? Like that. It was only when she was out and about that she felt this the strongest. Whenever she would look around to find the set of eyes, only sometimes would she catch the sight of a dark figure out of the corner of her eye and then it was gone. She always chalked it up to her being paranoid and overly aware of her surroundings. She was away from home, after all, so she had to be vigilant.

Honestly, when she really thought about it, she was unsure whether the place she now called home was as great as she thought, or if she was just grateful to be away from her hometown. Yeah, she was more familiar with the area and the people there, but she was so glad to be out on her own, not having to live under the same tension-filled roof as her parents, and away from her mother's scrutiny. Either way, she enjoyed her life here and decided to stay after graduation. It was safe enough that they often made the trek to the Happy Convenience Store across the highway when the traffic was light.

“Mariah,” she called across the room as she draped her crossbody backpack purse across her torso, “I’ll be right back. I’m going to grab a drink from the store. Do you want anything?”

“Oh,” Mariah said excitedly , “could you bring me some chocolate? ‘Girl time’ is kicking my ass this month.” Kamryn’s had just ended a little over a week prior, but now she watched as her best friend curled up in the fetal position on the couch with her heating pad cranked up to a temperature one could only describe as hell. One of her charms was that she could always make Mariah laugh, her personal comic relief.

“My poor friend, I got you. But seriously, turn that pad down! It’s got the whole room smelling like hot.”

“Bitch, what the fuck does ‘hot’ smell like?” Mariah clutched her stomach, already aching from cramps, as she tried to suppress her laughter at Kamryn's antics.

“Shit, like that.” Kamryn pointed at the gray pad draped across Mariah’s abdomen. “Also, there is no correlation between the temp of the pad and the speed of relief. Are you trying to get another rash? You’re not about to have Tae fussing at me again.”

Kim Taehyung was Mariah’s boyfriend whom they’d met in college and he adored Mariah. He was a couple of years ahead of them and was already well established in his career by the time they graduated. Of course, he was brilliant, but he was also the son of the founder of a very well-known company so looking for a job after graduation was unheard of. He was born to take over his father’s company one day. Away on one of his many business trips, he looked to Kamryn to ‘take care of his girl’ and she knew she would get an earful if anything were to happen on her watch–as if Mariah wasn’t a grown ass woman who was actually older than her. Only by a few months, but still.

“Yes, ma’am,” Mariah said mockingly, still chuckling lightly as she adjusted the dial, reducing the pad’s warmth. “He told me to tell you hello and that he found a souvenir for you he thinks you’ll love.” 

“Ooooh,” Kamryn squealed, excited because Taehyung always brought back the best gifts whenever he traveled. “Tell him I always love what he brings back and thank you.” He was like a big brother and Mariah was like the older sister she never had. It felt nice, their relationship, as Kamryn was an only child and had always longed for this type of sibling camaraderie as a child. She often wondered if things would have been more bearable for her or been worse had she had a companion. Wondered if she would have still been raised as her mother’s punching bag or lived watching her sibling in harm’s way. 

Being brought up in that type of environment then going through years of therapy,  Kamryn found that she’d become a people pleasing, conflict avoiding, pushover who prioritized other’s feelings before her own. She’d sometimes put herself in uncomfortable situations, not speaking up or advocating for herself to make sure others were comfortable. She also didn’t like when people were mad at her, experiencing enough of that at home with her mom. She was even this way with Tiara, whom she knew hated her but for what, she had no clue. Kamryn still tried repeatedly to be kind and make sure she was okay.

“Tiara? Would you like something from the store?”

“Umm, I’ll have whatever you’re getting.” Her tone was flat and her ability to smother the fun out of the room, like a wet blanket, was a common thing. Kamryn and Mariah both suspected that this would be the case even with Kamryn’s kind gesture.

“Just tell her what you want. I don’t want to hear your mouth if she ‘gets it wrong’. Definitely not trying to live through another ‘chipgate’ incident,” Mariah said to Tiara teasingly, still in a playful mood from her and Kamryn’s banter.

“Get me whatever, or don’t get me anything. I honestly couldn't care less,” Tiara said with her face contorted with annoyance, her reply full of attitude toward Kamryn.

“I didn’t even say anything, Tiara, so I don’t understand why I’m catching strays. I’m trying to be nice, but you always turn nothing into something,” Kamryn said. “What is your problem with me?”

“Yeah! What is wrong with you, Tiara? I was just joking,” Mariah sat up with her hand still over her abdomen, her face full of confusion.

“I don’t have any problem, Kamryn!” The way she spoke her name was as if she was referring to something disgusting. “That’s you! Always twisting my words or making me out to be the bad guy in some way,” Tiara replied, disregarding Mariah. “I really feel like you think you’re better than me.” Her voice had become an annoying shrill to Kamryn’s ears.

What the fuck? Where was all of this coming from?

Before Kamryn could reply, her phone buzzed in her hand, showing an incoming email from a client wanting to schedule a session. After graduation, Kamryn had started her own photography business where she could be creative while also working flexible hours. She took this moment to choose the high road, and not engage with Tiara any further.

“I’ll be back,” Kamryn said.

“Y’all need to squash this shit. It has gotten out of hand, for real,” Mariah tried to mediate.

“I’ll be back,” Kamryn repeated and was just about to walk out when Mariah called out again. 

“Ok, but, Kam, be careful on your way. You know I don’t know exactly what you need to be careful of, but take extra precaution, okay?”

It was not unusual for Mariah to get these ‘feelings’ and based on her track record, Kamryn knew to be more aware, taking heed to her friend’s warnings. She nodded her head then disappeared out the door.

On her way to the store, the incident Mariah jokingly referred to as ‘Chipgate’ replayed in her mind. The day when Kamryn had come home with each girl’s favorite chips as a thoughtful gesture. She hadn’t asked for their preferences, deciding on the fly during a quick, spur-of-the-moment store run before heading home. She’d grabbed sour cream and cheddar for Mariah, nacho cheese Doritos for herself, and barbecue for Tiara. But, out of nowhere, Tiara claimed her favorite had always been Doritos and insisted Kamryn give her the little red bag, stating that if they were friends, she should have known. She even tried to convince Kamryn and Mariah that she’d never liked barbecue, swearing she’d loved Doritos since childhood, though barbecue was all she’d eaten when they first met. Petty as fuck, but this is the type of person Kamryn had to deal with. The person she walked on eggshells around and tried to appease.

She then thought back to the days when they first moved into their apartment, back when things were better. Kamryn and Mariah met in college, where they both majored in business, and quickly became the best of friends. Wherever one was, the other wasn’t far behind. Their bond was genuine, and the love they shared was undeniable, so it was a no-brainer for them to get an apartment together after college. They fell in love with the floorplan, the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the high ceilings at Dimple Luxury Condos. The gourmet chef’s kitchen, marble countertops, and hardwood floors throughout screamed upscale—unlike their bank accounts, which couldn’t support living there. Not alone, at least and with the girls wanting to be smart with their money to avoid going broke, they decided to share the space.

Kamryn and Mariah both weren’t hurting financially with Mariah being a trust fund baby, receiving her lump sum after turning 21 and Kamryn coming from a wealthy family. Kamryn figured paying her portion of the rent was the least her father could do for her, and he did. He was a rich man but still couldn’t afford the time to reach out to his daughter, so she didn’t either, only sending a text when she needed money. There was no doubt that he would foot the bill but even he had his limits. The ladies didn’t need an additional roommate but they decided it would be best to help manage the expenses that came with living in an apartment the size of a starter home with a monthly price tag likely exceeding a mortgage payment. Still, it was worth it for the amenities offered and the convenience of not having to worry about lawn care or maintenance. Unfortunately, today was one of those days Kamryn wished they hadn’t been so responsible as to take in a third roommate.

Kamryn didn’t even take the time to put on a bra before heading to the store; the warm summer night air felt nice against her skin. She only wore the soft loungewear she’d slipped on after her shower earlier. The white shirt and short set was loose enough to be super comfortable but still hugged her body nicely, accentuating her curves. 

When she walked in, the door beeped, and the cool breeze welcomed her, a sharp contrast to the night air outside. Unfortunately, the cool environment was accompanied by the familiar, obnoxious face behind the register. 

“I knew today was going to be a good day. My shift has been hella chill, and now I get to see your beautiful face. What’s up, baby?”

“Hey, Micah,” she said dryly, used to his forward and unwanted advances. “I’m not your baby.”

Micah, who also lived in the complex, most likely on his girlfriend’s dime, had been trying to get at Kamryn since he moved in. She couldn’t deny that he was handsome, but not even his hazel-colored eyes, toffee brown skin, and freshly retwisted, mid-back-length locs could make her entertain a man with a girlfriend. Not only that, but he was also a shit individual from what she overheard from other neighbors. He and his girl fought constantly which usually escalated to physical altercations. 

One neighbor mentioned how horrifying it was when she overheard the girlfriend’s cries and screams, stating that it sounded as if two grown men were over there fighting while he yelled, cursed, and called her every name in the book but the one her mother gave her or a child of God. When the neighbor called the police, they said that there was nothing that they could do because his girlfriend would always say that nothing was going on and that she was okay. Kamryn and Mariah had even taken it upon themselves to contact the non-emergency line to report possible abuse, requesting a wellness check. Still, they said that there was nothing they could do until the girlfriend wanted to press charges or apply for a restraining order. 

She saw a lot of herself in the woman, her mild-mannered, soft-spoken personality shrinking to avoid his wrath, much like she had with her mother. However, any small occurrence would send Micah into a rage and usually result in his girl having to apply extra makeup or wear sunglasses to conceal the aftermath. Kamryn had tried to develop a relationship with her, able to see the signs of abuse while understanding how lonely and terrifying the experience could be, often asking if she was okay or if she needed anything, but was always met with an excuse of how she fell, ran into a door, etc. It was sad to witness such a seemingly sweet person suffering at the hands of a weak, fuck boy excuse of a man, but it was a case where she realized she couldn’t help someone who was not ready for help. She hoped the woman knew she would still be there to help her if that day ever came for her.

Why would I want a man like that?

“Damn, Kam, don’t be like that.” He swiped his tongue across his perfect, white top row of teeth. “You look good as fuck tonight. I get off in about an hour. Why don’t we go somewhere and… hang out? You know? Just chill and talk,” he continued to call out to her, his ravenous eyes roaming her body as she perused the candy aisle for Mariah’s chocolate. His gaze followed as she made her way to the back wall, lined with glass-doored coolers. As she browsed, she heard the device above the door beep again, and Micah greeted the new patron. 

“What’s up, bro?”

“What’s up,” the man responded. 

Maybe it was because Kamryn hadn’t felt the touch of a man in a couple of years or because she was ovulating, but she didn’t even need to turn around to see the customer. Just the sound of him made her breath hitch in her throat, and her body ran hot. His voice was soft and light, yet deep, oozing with confidence. But there was something else under the surface, something that caught her attention, like a slow, heartfelt love song to her ears that comforted her like a lullaby. As enticing as it was, it felt otherworldly, causing her body to respond in a way she had never experienced before and was an extreme response for her. Contrary to the blistering excitement that traveled throughout her body, the feeling of the cold bottles of soda she had tucked between her arm and chest was refreshing. 

When she looked over at the convex mirror hanging high in the corner of the store,  her body froze, and her feet refused to move an inch when she caught sight of the man, hidden under a hood, now standing right behind her. It was as if he just appeared behind her rather than him walking over, his presence causing the hairs on her neck to stand as he stared. Her skin felt like it might ignite under the searing intensity of his gaze boring into her back. Even after all of that, she didn’t recognize the paralyzing chill that flowed through her veins or the hairs that stood on end as fear. It was a mixture of thrill and excitement.

Holy shit! What in the entire fuck?  

“So… what do you say? Do you want to wait up here with me, or do you want me to come by your place when I get off?”

Oblivious to what was happening at the back of the store, Micah continued, not fazed enough by the man’s presence to halt his pursuit.

“N-, neither. Thanks, Micah.”

“Could you hand me a Sprite while you’re standing there?” The voice crept up her spine and then spread throughout her with a heat that kissed every inch of her and licked at her most sensitive spots.

She answered. “Oh, I-, I-. I’m so sorry. I’m all in your way.” She grabbed his drink with her free hand. As she turned to face him, she was a little unnerved by the shadows of his oversized hoodie that swallowed the details of his features.

“Sorry if I startled you.”

“No, no, you’re good. I’m the one standing in your way like I own the place.”

“It’s all good. I don’t mind waiting for you,” he said as if this wasn’t the first time she had him waiting, and it made her feel comfortable to take up some of his space and his time.

“Come on, Li’l Bit!” Micah yelled from the front of the store. “Why do you always treat me this way? You’re so mean to me.”

You’re so mean. That phrase was like a kick to the gut to a people pleaser like her. At first, she didn’t want to make Micah mad while refusing his advances but after hearing about how he treated his girlfriend, she didn’t give a fuck anymore.

“I’m not mean, Micah. Did you ever think that I may treat you this way because you have a whole girlfriend at home? You should really focus on treating her better instead of worrying about me.”

“Why are you bringing her up? What does she have to do with us?” He asked the question with no shame.

The hooded man stepped to the side, moving out of Kamryn’s way to allow her to walk ahead to the register. “Just put your stuff on the counter. I’ll buy it, too,” he said. “Is there anything else you want? More candy? Doritos?”

“Hey… how did you know that? I love Doritos, especially the nacho cheese flavor,” she said with a laugh, the sound light yet slightly forced, an attempt to mask the uneasiness that prickled at her intuition.

Doritos? How the fuck does he know that? This is… strange. But it was probably just a good guess. Maybe he saw me glance at them. He’s cute and seems nice enough– a little intense, sure, but nice. I must admit, I’m enjoying the attention and it’s making Micah jealous which is a win-win for me. Maybe he will finally get the hint and leave me alone.

“I just saw you glance at them. They’re my favorite, too.” 

“Okay, twin!” Kamryn joked, laughing lightly, ”You’ve got good taste. But, I’m good tonight. You really don’t have to do this.”

“I know, I don’t have to do anything… but I want to,” he replied, his voice low and direct.

“Well, if you insist. Thank you,” she said, her smile bright and genuine. She beamed, him offering to buy her even these inexpensive items tugged at a tender, familiar place in her heart. Growing up, this was how her first love showed his love for her–transactions wrapped and topped with pretty bows to resemble adoration. Her father would always buy her anything she wanted with the hopes that his absence in her life would be excused.

The man followed her to the counter, and she placed her things there before moving back to stand behind him. Kamryn stood at an angle where the gentleman partially obscured her, his broad back blocking half of her body. She eyed the expanse of his shoulders and admired his frame while still being able to lock eyes with Micah. With a look of disdain, his eyes shifted from her to the hooded man and then back to her. The man set his item beside hers and pulled out his wallet.

“Wow, really? It’s like that?” Micah was floored, directing his remarks toward Kamryn. “Y’all together or something?”

“And if we were?”

“How is it that you’re so lovey-dovey with this muthafucka you just met but won’t give me the time of day? I’ve been trying to get at your ass for well over a year now!”

“Oh my God, Micah–”

“Hey, bro! She said you’re worried about the wrong thing. Do your fucking job and ring our shit up.”

Kamryn pursed her lips as she fought off the smile attempting to form on her face, torn between stifling a laugh and something far more erotic. His voice low, commanding, and arousing wrapped around her like the warmest hug, protecting her, shutting Micah up, and burrowing further into her heart. She took notice of the way his voice became gravelly, trailing off at the end of his sentences. Its deepness, almost unrecognizable, reverberated in her chest and dripped with dominance, leaving her caught between humor and a fervor she couldn’t suppress. The way her pussy pulsated, a soaking, silent plea for this man couldn’t be ignored.

Like the coward he was, Micah followed the man’s directives but still glared and mumbled disapprovals under his breath toward Kamryn. He bagged their things together in one bag and tried to hand it to her. A nonverbal slight suggesting her insignificance. The man tossed the money for the snacks on the counter, sending coins to cling and drop to the floor while the bills slid across the surface before he snatched the bag from Micah’s hand.

“Ugly bitch,” Micah whispered. 

Kamryn didn’t entertain him with a rebuttal. Instead, she found it amusing how he went from trying to get with her only moments ago to her suddenly being an ugly bitch. She shook her head at his childishness and followed the hooded man outside.

Once outside, he took off his hood, allowing her to fully take him in. He wasn't exactly a tall man, but he was taller than her who only stood a little above five feet tall. Kamryn only came up to his chin as her neck craned to take in his features. She was taken aback, seeing his face for the first time… or was it the first time? There was something oddly familiar about this man, but she couldn’t seem to place where they may have met. Never could she have imagined such a beautiful man was hiding under that hood. She didn’t know what she expected, but this wasn’t it as his voice didn't quite match his angel-like appearance.

He raked his hand through his fluffy, ash-blond hair that perfectly feathered and framed either side of his face. His eyes were a beautiful caramel brown with swirls of honey that highlighted his irises, resembling her favorite morning coffee. They were sharply slanted at the corners yet had a rounded softness to them. To avoid falling deeper into those pools, Kamryn quickly continued to survey his face and immediately found his plush, pouty lips. They were just another attractive feature for her to be hypnotized by. She wanted nothing more than to press her own against them to see if they were as soft as they appeared.

This man was fine as fuck with charisma that pulled Kamryn’s attention like a sun-deprived flower stretching toward the morning sky. He was breathtakingly beautiful, with feminine features that blended perfectly with his more masculine ones. She looked into his eyes again and saw his angelic presentation, which only masked a darkness that lurked beneath the surface. There was a void behind his light brown eyes that made her heart race. He was a sight to behold, ethereal, a fallen angel on earth.

[knoxvillerose-blog]

Domestic Violence Awareness.

- A little different vibe today for the Major/Minor Arcana #COTD

#domesticviolence #stopdomesticviolence #intuitivereadings #affirmations #tarot

The cards had this message today. 💜

[stolasbuckzo]

Moxxie and Stolas standing up to their abusive family members

(I think they’ll bond over this along with some theatrical topics as true thespians 😂)

[clearmentalitykryptonite]

Purple is nationally recognized as the awareness color for Domestic Violence Awareness Month. 💜

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October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month. Keeping those who are experiencing or have experienced domestic violence in my heart💜🪻💟

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#believeus#denimday#sexualassaultawarenessmonth

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October Is Domestic Violence Awareness Month💜 #october1st #october2024