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jamiejabbers · 3 months ago

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Quiet Strength

Pairings: Kelly twd x reader, Daryl x daughter!reader

(im sharing my Kelly obsession because i really like this one, i hope you guys do too!!)

I never thought I’d find peace in this world, let alone love. Growing up, love was something that hurt. I saw it in the way my uncle Merle treated people, especially when he’d had too much to drink, which was most of the time. Love meant shouting, breaking things, and bruises that needed to be hidden. And Dad—Daryl—he never said much about love at all. He was always too busy trying to survive, to protect me in his own way. I think he didn’t know how to be anything else, or maybe he didn’t think he deserved to be.

For a long time, I thought that was normal. That’s what love looked like. Until Kelly came along.

I remember the first time I really noticed her—really saw her. We were out scavenging for food with a small group. The sun was sinking, painting the sky in blood and gold, and she was laughing at something Jerry had said. Her laughter was like a breath of fresh air in a world where every breath was tinged with decay. I remember feeling something inside me loosen, like a knot untying, a tension I hadn’t even realized I’d been holding onto.

At first, I didn’t know what to make of Kelly. She was always so… soft, and that scared me. She had this quiet strength, this way of moving through the world that wasn’t about force or fear. She could be fierce when she had to, but she didn’t seem to carry that same kind of anger I did, the kind that felt like it would boil over at any moment.

It took me a while to understand that softness could be a strength, too.

We spent more time together, Kelly and me. At first, it was little things—sharing watches, looking out for each other on runs. She had this way of looking at me, her eyes dark and warm, like she could see the parts of me I tried to hide. At first, I didn’t like it. It made me feel exposed, vulnerable. I’d always been taught that vulnerability was dangerous.

But Kelly didn’t push. She never forced me to talk, never made me feel like I had to explain myself. Instead, she showed me, in the quiet moments between the chaos, that love didn’t have to hurt. She’d brush a strand of hair out of my face with a touch so gentle I’d almost flinch, expecting something else, something harsher. But it never came. She’d smile, and I’d feel that knot inside me loosen just a little bit more.

I think the first time I realized how much she’d changed me was when we were out on a run, just the two of us. A walker came out of nowhere, and without thinking, I went to take it down the way I’d always been taught—with anger, with force. But before I could even raise my knife, Kelly was there, her hand on my arm, steady and calm.

“You don’t always have to fight so hard,” she said, her voice soft but sure.

I didn’t know how to respond to that. Fighting was all I knew, all I’d been taught. It was how I’d survived this long. But Kelly… she had this way of seeing the world that I didn’t understand yet. She didn’t see the dead around us as just threats to be destroyed. She saw them as reminders of the people we’d lost, of the world that used to be. And she fought, sure, but not with that same blind rage I had.

She taught me how to make traps, how to use the land around us to our advantage, how to find small joys even when everything felt like it was falling apart. She’d pull me aside to look at a flower growing in the middle of the road or point out the way the moonlight played on the water. She taught me that there were things worth living for, not just fighting against.

One night, after a particularly rough day, we sat by the fire, just the two of us. Dad was off on a run, and it was one of those rare moments when it felt like the world had gone quiet. I was lost in my own head, the memories of Merle, of the shouting and the fear, weighing heavy on my mind. Kelly leaned against me, her head resting on my shoulder.

“Love doesn’t have to be violent,” she whispered, like she’d read my thoughts. “It doesn’t have to be something that hurts.”

I didn’t know what to say to that. I’d never thought about love that way. For so long, I’d been taught that love was just another word for pain. But Kelly… she made me want to believe in something different. She made me want to believe that maybe, just maybe, love could be something beautiful. Something that didn’t hurt.

Slowly, I started to open up. I told her about Merle, about Dad, about the way I used to flinch when someone raised their voice. She listened, really listened, with a patience I wasn’t used to. She didn’t judge, didn’t try to fix me. She just held my hand, her thumb brushing softly against my skin, and let me be.

And in her presence, I found something I never thought I would: peace. Not the kind that comes from knowing you’re safe—because in this world, you never are—but the kind that comes from knowing you’re loved, deeply and sincerely, for exactly who you are.

Kelly taught me that love didn’t have to be violent. It could be gentle, like the touch of her hand on my back, or sincere, like the way she’d look at me when she thought I wasn’t paying attention. She showed me that love could be something that healed, not something that scarred.

And for that, I’ll always be grateful. In a world filled with death and loss, she showed me what it meant to truly live. To love. And for the first time in my life, I felt like I could breathe.

#wlw community #kelly #the walking dead #twd x reader #twd season 11 #daryl dixon x reader #twd imagine #twd daryl #x reader #imagines #short story #fanfic #wlw love #fypage #tumblr fyp #twd fanfiction #fluff #lovers

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shinoposting · 2 years ago

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A comprehensive guide as to why Aburame Shino is peak Autistic Representation

Very long post under the cut!

( This is poorly organized and doesn't actually include everything, but you know :] )

It starts with the flashback to when Torune was taken and flashbacks to early academy days, during which Shino is about 7.

He showed no interest in playing with other children, or in making friends. He didn't see a point in talking to people who didn't want to discuss his special interest, which he dedicated all his free time to, and he didn't emote when Torune was taken away, even though it impacted him very deeply. Even as a small child he talked "like an adult", monotonous, strange phrasing, over-explaining, and too quietly. When he wasn't being ignored by his classmates, they were trying to use him.

Later on when you see him socialize more, in Pre-Teen and Teenage years, more things become apparent.

In general he seems semi-verbal, most of the time silent, and becomes agitated when forced to repeat himself. Konoha Hiden expands on this, saying that he wishes people just knew what he meant and felt without him having to talk, and that he is bonded to Akamaru because he feels that Akamaru is the only one who he can communicate with in that way. When he's upset he isolates and at one point is even seen hitting his head when he was trying to cool down and was interrupted by unwanted social interaction.

He doesn't understand why people need to see his face, and usually doesn't look in the direction of the person he is addressing. He also doesn't understand jokes, rarely laughs, and angrily dissects puns…but then later puns become his entire sense of humor. He's never dressed for the season, either. Aburames tend to be very covered up by default but besides his Part 1 outfit he is always in multiple layers regardless of the season. (Year round trench coats are a huge autistic stereotype.) He gets along better with people outside of his age group, respected by adults and looked up to by younger kids who think he is cool and knowledgeable. Konoha Hiden also states that during this period he was suffering with comorbid Anxiety and Depression.

There's a lot of black and white thinking on display, for example he is anti-alcohol-- obviously he would have been taught not to drink as an Aburame, but he also doesn't like when others drink. He sees it as universally bad. He's a stickler for the rules and often scolds his peers for not following rules and guidelines. He also seems like a bit of a prude even though it is suggested that he himself has a dirty mind (noticing girls' cup sizes and the implications of Road to Ninja treating his Personal Business as a personality trait) which is a funny hypocrisy I have noticed in a lot of autistic people. He holds a hell of a grudge and ruminates endlessly, which is documented at higher rates in autistic people due to rigid thinking.

He is trying to make friends like Torune wanted, and is now aware that not having friends is a bad thing. He starts feeling the pain of being ostracized not only in general but also by his friend group and isn't even sure if he has friends. He is 17 years old before he understands what allistics consider friend status.

We start to see some of his sensory issues pop up too. He is seen wearing sunglasses even at night and while sleeping. He hates any food that smells strongly and his favorites are pretty bland. He pulls a piece of meat out of his mouth, in public, uncharacteristically violating taboo. He was able to identify the number of people in a distant group only by sound at a time when this would have been above his skill level. (Which makes sense. Team 8 is thus Eyes, Ears, Nose. More on this later.) By Boruto, he has added ear protection and stronger eye protection that he wears when he is expecting to be near fluorescent lights or crowds. Suddenly his overall mood is greatly improved and he can smile openly.

He shows signs of hyperempathy in being overly distressed when losing insects, as he has many millions of them, and having an exaggerated physical response to anticipating Sakura and Naruto's despair.

He has chronic bitchy resting face and is extremely blunt to a a degree of being insulting, which makes people assume he is a mean person. He also comes across as pedantic to his peers, when from his perspective he's just didactic, and even though he over-explains everything his peers still have difficulty understanding what he's saying.

He will also randomly connect the topic of discussion to his special interest and begin infodumping about bugs, and isn't aware that people around him are not interested or worse, repulsed by his special interest until told, at which point he feels personally hurt. Generally his interests are very stereotypical of an autistic person: bugs, comics, ecology, strategy, etc.

He seems level-headed and robotically analytical until he reaches a certain threshold when he suddenly over-emotes in dramatic and awkward ways.

You might notice that when his hands aren't in his pockets, he doesn't seem to know what to do with them; they're always balled into fists, which smells of someone who was taught not to stim. Even so, when he gets really excited in Konoha Hiden and is being himself, he starts spinning around. His speech quirk preceding frequent over-explanations (Why? Because... / The reason is because...) is also considered a type of echolalia.

Mentioning Hiden, in the Blank Period we start to see changes associated with the autistic experience of starting to understand that you are awkward, not knowing how to fix it, and all the anxiety that comes with that. He is stuck riding the lag train and is fully ready to become a hermit in the woods.

He isn't understood in the way that he wants to be understood. He can't let himself get comfortable in other people's homes. He uses his trench coat as a barrier between himself and other people, treating it like a security blanket. He still doesn't understand how his choice of attire affects people's perception of him and becomes agitated when he's told it makes him look suspicious. He doesn't appear to be pursuing any intimate relationships, and displays a lack of boundaries when picking Choji up with his insects when he gets excited.

The lag train becomes even more apparent in Boruto. He hasn't found a partner, his friends are growing even further away from him, and possibly worst of all he's seen as more childish-- too grown-up as a kid, too immature as an adult.

He is masking extremely heavily for the sake of his career, mirroring Iruka, removing almost all of his personal identity from his appearance including the parts that made him feel safe-- everything has to be professional. This actually hurts his ability to work with kids because he already knew how to talk to them, but he is now trying to emulate the image of a teacher for the sake of professionalism.

In the classroom he struggles with things I have seen real-life autistic teachers talk about: He works well with the younger kids, they love him and his fun facts, but the older ones can tell that there is something different about him and they will ignore or outright bully him. It's very difficult to control them or hold their interest. (He later develops stomach problems due to stress from working with said older kids)

The big problem is that he is not good at masking. In traditional settings with very clearly defined roles and rules of how to act and what to say he gets by just fine, but in organic interactions it's nothing but spaghetti and this causes him severe stress. He is proud of himself for being able to speak to many people in a day now but at what cost? Pattern recognition and rigid thinking of course leads to rumination spirals, and under extreme pressure he starts reverting to childish things. He has only had Kura-maa a short time before he becomes attached and starts personifying it. This may seem childish, but autistic people are more likely to do this and will continue to do so later into life than their allistic peers. (See Object Personification in Autism: This paper will be very sad if you don’t read it)

He has become a real people-pleaser, allowing himself to be imposed upon constantly, and apologizes excessively even for situations that were not his fault, which are both behaviors many autistic people pick up. And, for all his masking, he can't hide that he is still terrible at understanding and constructing metaphors, ie "bad insects" and the yakisoba bun analogy.

He is trying his damnedest to adapt and accommodate himself in a rapidly changing world that wasn't very friendly to him to begin with. He was able to slide under the radar as respectable and somewhat normal when the world was as rigid as he is. Now every day he's facing new challenges that he isn't used to and he's acting a little fucked up and neurotic, overcompensating and making it worse.

So yeah, maybe he's not 'cool' by most standards. Not everyone gets a happy ending where they become the most ideal version of themselves. Not in real life, and not in animes that have hundreds of characters. What's important is that he is exactly on the trajectory set by previous installments to the series and very accurately and thoroughly depicting autistic struggles in every aspect of life. And that's pretty cool to me. :)

#i might be tagging this as a #naruto headcanon #but when a character is going above and beyond meeting DSM-5 criteria onscreen it's not really a 'headcanon' anymore is it?#shinoposting #shino #aburame shino #shino aburame #naruto #autism #autistic #autistic representation #character analysis #neurodivergent #nart #headcanon zone

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honeylations · 2 years ago

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- Flashing your girlfriend during an argument -

YUNA x FEM!READER

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One thing you’ve come to learn when dating Yuna was that she gets easily jealous whenever you were too touchy/clingy with members or even if you were playfully holding the manager’s hand when crossing the city roads. She never went to the extent of actually almost killing someone but you could see her throw daggers from her cat eyed glares.

She had a cute baby face though so you often found her jealous side more adorable than frightening. But you always know when she gets annoyed.

Like right now.

Earlier on, she was fully focused on her English homework that she didn’t give you any attention at all. You even asked her to take a small break so you could get your dose of love but she refused to get up from the chair until she had reviewed one chapter of the book her homework was based on. Sighing at her stubborn self, you decided to hang out with Yeji at her bedroom while Lia, Chaer and Ryujin watched a movie downstairs in the living room.

So here you were, sitting next to Yeji on her bed, backs resting against the headboard as you talked to her about your past blind dates before joining JYP entertainment and meeting Yuna.

Yeji was known to be quite touchy but that was just her love language. Whenever she laughed at your jokes, she’d gently smack your shoulder or rest her hand on your knee. You and Yeji had met before Yuna joined the industry so you were glued to the hip and people even thought you two were dating. However, you made it clear that everything was platonic and that you saw Yeji more like an older sister.

Yuna doesn’t currently believe that. She clenched her fists seeing the way Yeji looked into your eyes as you continued your story. It didn’t take long for you to pause and notice your girlfriend’s presence at the doorway. “Oh hi baby! Have you finished your homework?”

“Yeah. I have.” She responded sharply. No bright emotion like she usually does.

“Great! Would you like to join our conversation?” You smiled, reaching your arms to her like a baby.

“No thanks. I’m going to bed.” She muttered and left, leaving you confused.

Yeji seemed to get the idea at why her cute maknae was acting all sour. “It’s okay, Y/n. I think you should check on your jelly girlfriend before she murders me in my sleep”

You chuckled and stood up from her bed. “She’s such a baby. I’ll let you know what happens”

You and Yeji big each other good night before you went to your shared bedroom with Yuna, locking the door behind you. You tried not to laugh at seeing your girlfriend face first into the bed, sulking like an actual child.

“Baby, you know I’m dating you right?”

“Go away.”

You rolled your eyes and went to the bed, forcing her to turn around so she was facing you. You straddled her lap and forced her hands to hold your waist, knowing she loved doing that. “Don’t be so jealous, my beautiful girl. You were busy so I needed to do something to past the time while I couldn’t have you”

She rubbed your thighs and sighed. “Yeji Unnie’s hand seemed too close to you”

“Again, I’m dating you baby. Not Yeji. I’m all yours and you’re alllllll mine~”

“I’m too annoyed to do any of this right now, Y/n. Can you give me some space?” She tried to push you off but you remained seated on her.

“Why are you being like this Yuna? It’s like you don’t trust me at all!”

The tall girl sat up with you still in her lap, face full of anger. “All I asked is for some space. I know it would annoy you if I was going all over some chick in front of you”

“I wasn’t even going all over Yeji! I was just telling her about my stories! Get over yourself for Christ’s sake!” You argued, voice louder than expected.

“It’s the way she kept touching you!”

You knew there was no point in arguing with your girlfriend. Yuna was always anxious of losing you as you are her first ever lover. But you knew one little secret about her:

She adores your breasts.

She always complimented them during heated times in bed so an idea popped into your head.

“Yuna baby..” You softly called out, confusing her.

“What?”

Without a second thought, you lifted your baggy shirt, revealing your boobs to the girl below you. Her eyes went wider than they already were, bottom lip immediately caught between her teeth.

“O-Oh…” she breathed out.

You forced her hand to palm one of your breasts. “Yeji doesn’t get to see these…she doesn’t get to touch them…nor taste them. But you…this is all yours” you whispered, softly sighing as she gently squeezed it.

“Why were we even arguing?” She gulped, looking into your eyes.

“I don’t want us to argue anymore” You told her.

She nodded and hugged you tightly. “I’m sorry baby, i really am. Im so stressed from this course. I didn’t mean to take out my frustration on you. I know Yeji Unnie means well…”

“I know you’re stressed. It’s time to relax and forget about that stuff in the meantime. How about…” You trailed off, tracing your index finger from her jawline to her collarbone.

“…I help you forget about the homework?”

Yuna smirked at your tone. “Oh yeah? Show me what you got, Princess”

#Yuna #itzy Yuna #Yuna x fem reader #shin Yuna #cute #gxg

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keepswingin · 2 months ago

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He dreams of before, floating between reality and code.

Slipping food off tables, hacking money from businesses too busy to notice. He was always quick, always a step ahead of the rest. Until he had met Chan, who moved like the world around him wasn't moving at all.

He caught Minho, halfway through a pickpocket. Smirked at the way he froze, a split second between being caught or getting away.

Minho's life had flashed before his eyes - not that he had much of it, but it was his, and all of it was about to be gone because he was going to end up with a bullet in his head -

But Chan didn't let him die. He helped, and then Minho couldn't get rid of him. Not that he ever wanted to.

Chan found Han shortly after; towed him back to their spot and told Minho he found him dumped on the side of the road, arm stuffed full of chrome. Half dead, and out of it, unable to panic until he saw the port on the side of Minho's neck, and believed he was back with the very people who had snatched him from the bar he had been squatting in.

It was hard, learning how to live around one another, memories attempting to strangle Han in his sleep, smother him during the daytime. Forced to learn how to function with a newly fitted arm that could lead to more problems if not properly taken care of.

But Chan hadn't left Minho when he was on the brink, so Minho didn't leave Han, and now he couldn't imagine the physical world without him.

He was the biggest tether he had, whenever Minho went too deep, found himself trapped in a maze that seemed to go on and on...Han was there to lead him back.

Not Han, not truly him, but the essence of him that he clung to. The person he trusted most, the one who showed him there were still things to live for in the physical world, things that kept him from diving for good and never returning.

He wished he had Han now.

Or Chan. Or Seungmin, and his endless ability to push Minho out of his comfort zone.

He crashes back to the present with a stab of pain, followed by another prick of his arm. His eyes snap open to the sight of someone pulling out a needle, someone else reaching for his port.

Minho tries to jump away, but his body only succeeds in slumping the other direction, a whimper spilling pitifully from his lips. He's too broken.

The man beside him laughs, yanking out his port. "Pathetic, isnt he?" His voice sounds as though it's under water. "Claims he's the best in the business and then cracks under the pressure. False adversing at its finest."

It's easier to fall back to the past as the man plugs him into a tablet and continues to tell the other of the horrors Minho has gone through.

He thinks of Han, lying beside him on the couch, fingers ghosting gently across his skin. Chan, unable to hold back a smile as Minho complained about Changbin's tendency to yell. Jeongin, helping him climb into the awaiting bath when Minho's own legs wouldn't hold him up for the next dive. Felix's palpable sadness, when Minho admitted aloud that he'd rather be under, swimming through code.

Pain explodes in his head, a scream spilling from his lips.

Hyunjin meeting him on the corner, handing him the few eddies he was able to make while on his shift so that they could scrape something together for food that week, lipstick smeared across his thighs and a tremble to his fingers. Changbin barging through the door with complaints on the tip of his tongue of the latest brute and a weeping cut across the side of his head. Seungmin sitting silently beside Minho after the particularly rough nights, shoulders slumped and breathing heavy. Minho curling his arm around him, around each and every one of them, at some point or another, inching closer and closer to calling them family.

He gasps soundlessly as another painful jolt ripples through him, body seizing in place.

Did they find Chan? Were the others safe? Would he be picked apart and left on the side of the road? Or, worst of all, would he lose everything he's ever known?

"Wipe him."

He didn't want to lose them. He didn't want to lose them. He didn't want to lose them. He didn't want to - he didn't want - he didn't - he - he - h -

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#stray kids #skz #stray kids fanfic #lee minho #lee know #skz angst #stray kids fanfiction #skz fanfiction #skz fanfic #keepswingin writes #mine #part two of two #part one is below this because i forgot to say part one in the tags xD #which i'll go back and fix xD #anyway this part leans more in cp2077 honestly #i said what i did in the last part and then went and made it more cannon-y to the universe xD

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sparksinthenight · 7 months ago

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Can y’all pray for this girl I met?

So I was on the bus yesterday, going home from school. As I got on the bus, I noticed a lady who looked like she was sleeping on her seat. No big deal, people get cozy on the bus sometimes, they even close their eyes sometimes, it doesn't necessarily mean they're actually asleep. So I just stand near the back which is where people go if all the seats are occupied.

But eventually the bus stops at a bus stop and I notice a police car stopped in front of us. The driver gets out of the bus and talks to the police. Then a police officer comes and he starts talking to the lady who was resting. Now, I have been the victim of police brutality before. I know wha it's like. This woman is visibly BIPOC, and she looks to be either Latina or Indigenous. She looks poor. She could be having a mental health crisis. I know what police do to people like her. I'm not about to let her get murdered or beaten up or something. So I start filming. I don't say anything, I just take out my phone and start filming.

I know we're on a bus and beside a busy road, so if there is any maltreatment, people will see. But I also know that there are many cases where people got killed on or by a busy road. I've watched a video of a mentally ill man getting gunned down by the police even though he was just standing with his hands up, and this happened right by a busy road full of cars. If anything happens, having video evidence of it will back up and lend credibility to eyewitness accounts. If anything happens, having video evidence of it will make more people believe the truth.

So I film, from a few meters away. The police officer asks her if she has a ticket for the bus. She says no. He demands that she get out of the bus. She refuses at first. But he threatens to take her out by force. Now I will mention that she looks extremely tired and groggy and she doesn't seem to be thinking rationally. The police officer threatens to arrest her, so she gets off the bus. The cop follows her, and I follow the cop, still filming. Outside, the cop threatens to arrest the girl, and asks for her information. He notices me filming and asks if he can help me. I say no, and that I'm just making sure.

The lady seems completely delirious. She can only answer yes or no, and her voice sounds incredibly distressed and emotional. The police officer eventually gets into his car and drives away. And I stop filming but I stay with the lady. She's sitting on a bench and I sit beside her. I ask her if she has any friends or family she can go to. She can't answer my questions in full sentences and just says no in a very panicked voice. I ask her if she wants to go to a homeless shelter, and she says no. I have to talk to her and repeat the same question four or five times to get an answer. The police officer had previously had to ask the same question many times to get an answer as well.

I know I can't leave her like this. She's completely out of it and if she's outside by herself by the time night rolls around, then she might get kidnapped. I've seen too many missing posters around my city, and read too many articles about the MMIGW2S crisis. Not to mention, she doesn't have any warm clothes, she only has a cotton t shirt and slacks, and the nights are very cold where I live. She could straight up die of pneumonia or something if she doesn't find shelter before the night. So I decide to call a homeless shelter anyways and explain my situation. They tell me to call a number and there will be a crisis response team who will come.

So the crisis response team is not part of the police. They don't have weapons. They're social workers who use deescalation tactics and stuff.

So I call the number for the crisis response team. And at this point she's lying down on the bench at the bus stand and I'm sitting on the ground next to her. Which is okay, since she's really tired and I'm not. I get put on hold on the phone, and I stay put on hold for like half an hour. So I'm just sitting here, keeping an eye on the lady, waiting to be connected on the phone to someone I can talk to. And it's pretty tense, but thank the gods the weather is good.

Eventually the call does get through. The lady on the other side of the phone line asks what happened and where I am. So I explain my situation to her. She says she'll send a crisis response team, but they'll take at least half an hour to get there. So that's okay I guess. So I stay with the distressed lady. I don't try to talk to her. I just let her rest. The gods know that she needs her rest. I just want to make sure she doesn't end up kidnapped or the victim of police brutality or a suicide victim or something. I want her to rest in a soft, clean bed inside instead of having to sleep on a hard metal bench outside. But for the time being I just let her rest.

So eventually the crisis support team gets here. They have a car, and they are two ladies. They're really nice. They ask her questions, and she is finally able to talk in full sentences, instead of only saying yes or no. This is a good thing. But the answers she gives still don't make sense. When the crisis response ladies ask her if she's staying with anyone, she says that she's staying with family. But when they ask if she knows the phone numbers of any family members, she replies that she doesn't have any family. When they ask her how she got to where she is now, she replies that she walked. Which I know is not true since I was on the bus with her and I got off said bus with her.

She keeps insisting that she needs to go back to where she was staying, she wants them to take her to where she was staying. She keeps begging to have help so she can go back. But when the ladies ask her what address she needs to go back to, she says she doesn't know. When they ask her if she has anyone's phone number that she could call, she responds that she doesn't know any phone numbers. She sounds incredibly distressed this whole time.

Eventually she says that she was trying to get to a bank, and so they ask her if she might be able to lead them to where she's staying if they start from the bank she was trying to get to. She says that maybe she can. She gets in the car with them and the three ladies drive off. So after this, I stay at the bus stop and I take the next bus home. So I have no idea what happened to her beyond that. But I do trust the lady at the homeless shelter call line who told me to call the crisis response team. And I do trust the crisis response team because they're not cops, and they're very gentle and kind.

I sincerely hope that she gets the help that she needs and that she enters into a better mental state. I hope she gets back to her home and that she can be safe and comfortable. I hope she receives healthcare and mental healthcare because she clearly needs both. This is coming from someone who clearly needed both at one point too. I was extremely undernourished and suicidal once and going to the hospital kept me from dying. I hope that she gets the help that she needs. I hope that so much with all of my heart.

I am keeping her in my prayers, and I would really appreciate it if you guys could pray for her as well. I hope she can have the blessings of all the gods. I believe in the power of prayer and I believe in the power of love. I believe in the power of kindness, compassion, humility, empathy, and dignity. If you could all pray for her, it would mean an immense amount to me and I would be very grateful.

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kohakun · 2 years ago

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title » fluff hcs

pairing » hinata aoi x gn!reader || yuta aoi x gn!reader

requested? yes

genre » fluff

a/n » i treated this request kind of like 'sweet things they'd do in a relationship', i hope that's okay with you, anon <3 i lied about posting this earlier but uhm. enjoy??

➳ hinata aoi

✧ hinata is a very sweet partner and he's also very energetic most of the time. that's the reason why he likes more active dates, such as going to the amusement park, dancing with you even if you don't know how to dance (and even if he's supposed to be practicing) or even impulsively taking a train to a city you've never been to before to explore it.

✧ he pays attention to you in every situation, no matter what. his gaze can always be found fixed firmly on you even when there are other people taking part in the conversation. this also means he notices even the slightest changes in your moods, if someone goes too far with a joke or even if just you're getting bored of the other person and want to leave, he notices it all.

✧ he always tries his best to help you feel comfortable, especially if you're the type that doesn't stand up for themselves, so if he sees someone making you uneasy or if he sees you being in a situation you don't want to be in, he makes up an excuse to help you leave.

✧ he loves holding your hand so much. he loves physical contact with you in general, but hand holding is a must for him. he understands if you're not that much into pda and he respects that, but he has the tendency to intertwine your hand with his or at least link pinkies with you.

✧ he's obsessed with couple items. matching rings, matching keychains, matching necklaces, matching phone charms and the list goes on. he wouldn't go as far as full-blown matching outfits (unless as a joke), but he just loves matching small things with you.

✧ cheek kisses are his favourite thing ever. you could be talking to him and he'll randomly peck your cheek and then continue talking as if nothing happened. he uses them as a greeting and also when he says goodbye, giggling cutely when his lips meet the side of your face.

✧ overall he's a tooth-rottingly sweet boyfriend <3

➳ yuta aoi

✧ he's also an incredibly sweet partner, but he expresses his love in less apparent ways. he does a lot of little things that you wouldn't even notice was out of love if you didn't know him so well.

✧ he walks on the edge of the sidewalk that's closest to the road to keep you safe, he buys you snacks to give you in the morning before your classes so that you don't feel hungry and get distracted and he makes sure to tell you good morning and goodnight, going as far as calling you if he can't say it to you in person.

✧ whenever you two go out to eat, he always buys something extra that he knows you'll like so that he can share it with you. he thinks it's romantic to share food with you and makes it a point to always offer you some of what he's eating or drinking.

✧ if you're the type that overworks themselves or tends to have a bad sleep schedule, yuta (lovingly) scolds you about how you need to take care of yourself. and if you dismiss his concerns, then he'll take it upon himself to look after you. if you think he wouldn't stoop so low as to get on your parents' good side so that he can stay over at your house for the night and force you to sleep early, think again because he absolutely would.

✧ he really likes writing you cute little notes and leaving them randomly so that it'll put a smile on your face whenever you find them. it could be compliments, "i love you"s or even just loving reminders to take care of yourself. he knows that sometimes he's too shy to say these things to your face, so he prefers letting you know like this.

✧ even though he can be shy, cuddling is definitely his favourite activity. to him, getting to be held in your arms after a long and tiring day of practice is a feeling that's unrivalled and he'll definitely be a little sulky if you've both been busy and haven't gotten time to spend in each other's embrace.

✧ he's such a cute boyfriend <3

#yun writes #esworks #ensemble stars #enstars #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #hinata aoi #yuta aoi #hinata aoi x reader #yuta aoi x reader

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universetalkz · 1 year ago

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Hello, my divine friend. Often growing up, and to the dismay of myself, my older sister and mother would bond over past lives and being 'old souls.' I recall vividly interrupting a conversation they were having about this, when I would rush in and try to get attention, and perhaps with a sneer deeper than was true and I imagined to he sharper, would call me someone 'new' or at least a 'new soul.' I have felt.lodt practically ever since, despite many steps forward. I only remember being hurt by it and now I fear trying new things or, revealing my true 'new' self. Do you perhaps have any advice for a 'new' soul? Or a rather, at least a lonely one, that didn't feel like she could look to the 'old' souls for guidance, as they were too busy judging her? All I have wanted is to feel like I've taken the right step forward and to be 'seen' by them. Thank you immensely for even taking the time to read this from me. With everything I have in me that means anything, namaste <3

Hello, my friend! What leads you to believe that their evaluation is correct, that you are what they claim to be a "new soul"? How does one distinguish if an individual is an old soul or a new soul? I would take this evaluation of theirs with a grain of salt. It seems as if they sense your insecurity, and sometimes when people notice insecurity in you, they prey on you for it. I want to say that I apologize that you are experiencing this and that you are feeling this way. Sometimes in this life, we get bombarded with the opinions and thoughts of others. You could be doing one million things right (although what is "right" here may be completely subjective) and there will still be people that oppose you or think you could be doing better. My point here is that, it may be easy to get discouraged by the judgement of others especially if it's your family, but you have to let their judgements roll off of your shoulders. It's not that their opinions aren't important, just that your own opinion of yourself should weigh much much more. The journey of self-love is the most important one. I think a great place to start is changing the way in which you speak to yourself in your own mind. Do you participate in a lot of negative self-talk? Are you your own worst enemy? If yes, this needs to change. The goal here is not to be "seen" by people who are judging you-- this will ALWAYS be out of your control. The control that YOU have here, is your reaction to them. You cannot make anyone think or act a certain way-- even if it really hurts, even if they are in the wrong, even if you shower them with love, and seek their approval. If you cannot change something, you always have the power to change your mindset in regards to it. There are a lot of things in life out of our control; many things out of our control are the driving forces for anxiety and depression. For example, being anxious about something that happened in the past will keep you stuck not only because it's interrupting your present moment, but because it is out of our control to change anything from the past. Changing the way your mom and sister are and how they act towards you just will not be a successful attempt...However, we teach people how to treat us by standing our ground and showing people the way we would like to be treated. All of your power is within you; you hold the key. You do not need their approval, they do not even need to like you. I know it may hurt to not receive their approval, but your opinion of yourself is far more important. I have gathered some quotes that you may find helpful in this type of situation. I apologize if my words are not of assistance; I hope I could have helped in any way. Feel free to ask me more questions; I will do my absolute best to answer authentically. Good luck on your self-love and self-discovery journey. Not everyone in this world will agree with you, and I assure you--that is more than okay...

"When you are evolving to your higher self, the road seems lonely."

"It's so freeing once you stop trying to convince people to see things from your point of view. Leave people to their perceptions. It is their choice whether they want to understand you or not."

"Everything changes when you begin to love yourself. You no longer send out energy of desperation or need to be filled from the outside. You become a powerful source within yourself that attracts better. The more you love who you are, the less you seek validation and approval."

"Do not feel the need to explain yourself. Nobody has to understand you."

“Do not take anything personally. Nothing others do is because of you. What others say and do is a projection of their own reality, their own dream. When you are immune to the opinions and actions of others, you won’t be the victim of needless suffering.”

"If you do not spend time getting to know yourself, you will end up absorbing everyone else's random and conflicting ideas about you. Knowing who you are on a very deep and intimate level is the best way to protect yourself from internalizing disempowering opinions from others."

“It is not for you to SAY who I am. It is for me to BE who I am.”

“I am not in this world to live up to your expectations and you are not in this world to live up to mine.”

It is a natural human tendency to number one, desire, and number two, to desire to be approved by others. Sometimes we lose our inner voice because we get caught up in who others think we should be. What do YOU think about yourself? Who are YOU? I remember one of my earliest revelations on my spiritual journey was evaluating which of my thoughts were my own, and which of my thoughts were just blindly accepted as my own. What do I like, instead of what people told me to like?

Pardon my language-- remember WHO THE F*** YOU ARE! Saying that personally gives me a small moment of laughter, but it also redirects me-- no one on this PLANET knows YOU better than YOU! Even your family. This does not mean that you have to cut them off or anything, but sometimes, you have to love people from a distance for the sake of your own sanity and to silence the opinions of others so that you can distinguish what is really you. This life isn't about "finding yourself" it is about "creating yourself." Become the person that you want to be. You see the way they have made you feel? Be the person that isn't like that. Be better. Rise above those that have hurt you, and recognize that you are not superior to them, you just hold no space for negativity or low vibrational emotions in your soul any longer. Forgive. You will set yourself free-- not the one you harbor negative emotion toward. PEACE & LOVE TO YOU!!! I have an exceptionally large amount of gratitude to any individual that took the time to read this. Did I help you in anyway?

Love,

Universe Talks <3

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innerpalaces · 5 months ago

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The Life of a Cannon Fodder Mother-in-Law - 21

Chapter 21: The Deceived Mother-in-Law 21

Qi Zhengming's father was already old and has lost a few of his teeth. Not only did he speak with a lisp, but he also drooled.

The saliva sprayed directly on Qi Zhengming's face, and he stretched out his hand to wipe it away: "Dad, Huixin found out about Hechen, that's why she's so angry." Back then, Scholar Qi was afraid that he would not have time to teach his grandson if the couple didn't have a son soon, so he forced Qi Zhengming to take a concubine and have a child. Later, the couple adopted a child. Naturally, he was dissatisfied. It's wasn't hard to find a random child to teach. What he lacked was not a disciple, but a grandson!

It was only when his son told him privately that Hechen was indeed his biological grandson that he was satisfied. However, both father and the son knew they had to keep this matter secret from Liu Huixin. After Liu Huixin became more and more capable, the two of them kept the matter secret even from the Old Madam.

The Old Master was silent for a moment: "How did she find out?" Qi Zhengming shook his head: "It seems that she just suddenly discovered it. Rumeng's marriage was arranged by her. Later, she divorced me. No matter how I persuaded her, she refused to come back. It seems that she is really angry with me." "As long as she hasn't remarried, she must be thinking of you." The Old Master said confidently: "You are good-looking, you can read, and there are many girls who like you. You must have confidence in yourself. As a man, it doesn't matter if you are a little thick-skinned."

The implication was that he should continue to ask Liu Huixin to change her mind. Qi Zhengming agreed. He had never thought of marrying someone else, or rather, at his age, it was not easy to marry someone better than Liu Huixin.

Two days later, Qi Zhengming had nothing to do, so he went to wait at the intersection of the street where Liu Yuniang lived. Most of the time, he just stood on the side of the road and watched. Liu Yuniang pretended not to notice and passed by. But she knew in her heart that this man would not give up so easily. Her business had been doing well recently and she has been constantly busy, but one day a matchmaker came to her house. After hearing the steward's report, Liu Yuniang was stunned for a moment before she realized that this person probably wanted to come to help find a husband. Getting married... was a long time ago for Liu Yuniang. Although she didn't want to get married, her accepting the matchmaker should make Qi Zhengming uncomfortable. Therefore, Liu Yuniang immediately picked out two candidates from the ones sent by the matchmaker and prepared to meet them.

She picked those who were of similar age and good-looking, and made an appointment at Tai'an Restaurant.

There were many people talking secretly about what happened between the couple. Many thought that Liu Huixin would go back to the Qi family sooner or later, but it turned out that she was in contact with a matchmaker and went to see other men... Even people who didn't care much about the quarrel between the couple paid special attention.

Everyone in town knew about it. Qi Zhengming watched her every day, so naturally he also heard about it. He exploded immediately, and without thinking about anything else, he rushed directly to Tai'an Restaurant. After searching the main hall for a while and not seeing anyone, Qi Zhengming remembered that it was not appropriate to hold a matchmaking meeting in public, as it could easily be overheard. So he stopped a waiter and asked, "Where is Boss Liu?" After the divorce, outsiders called Liu Huixin Boss Liu. The waiter didn't dare not to say, and pointed upstairs. Qi Zhengming rushed up in an instant. Seeing that the situation was not good, the waiter immediately ran to find the manager.

Sitting opposite Liu Yuniang was a man in his thirties. He was attentive and talkative, never allowing a lull, and the matchmaker occasionally interrupted. Liu Yuniang came to see him just to make Qi Zhengming uncomfortable. She didn't want to get married, and was thinking of finding an opportunity to pay the bill and leave. Just take it as treating the person to a meal... Suddenly there was a knock on the door. She turned her head and the matchmaker stood up and opened the door.

"Master Qi, why are you here?"

Qi Zhengming was out of breath, and his face was red as he shouted, "Huixin, I don't allow you to get married!"

His tone was very overbearing. The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. The man at the table looked at one then the other, and said hesitantly, "Master Qi, if I remember correctly, you two have already divorced. Miss Liu is still young, what's wrong with finding a home for herself?"

The matchmaker wouldn't be so unreliable as to find a married woman to meet him. "She is only temporarily angry with me." Qi Zhengming said firmly: "She will definitely forgive me in the future." The man chuckled: "Master Qi, who do you think you are? You did such a thing, and you still expect others to forgive you. Do you think Miss Liu has no temper?" He turned his head to look at Liu Yuniang, "Miss Liu, what do you think?" "Forgiveness is impossible." Liu Yuniang turned to look at Qi Zhengming: "If you are a man, don't bother me anymore. You're too annoying." Being insulted like this in front of other men, Qi Zhengming felt his face burning and wanted to run away.

He did indeed run away, but before he left, he said, "Don't regret it!"

When the intruder left, the atmosphere in the room was stagnant. Even though the matchmaker was good at facilitating, she felt a little embarrassed for a moment: "Miss Liu, this..." Liu Yuniang laughed: "That household was a pile of dung, and I was suffocated by it before. How could I go back?" Seeing that the man in front of her looked a little relieved, she smiled: "But I don't want to get married right now. I'll treat you to this meal today, as an apology." When she chose the candidate, she deliberately picked a man from an ordinary family, in order to treat them to a meal as a thank you gift. As for seeing each other... there are not so many loves at first sight in this world. Even if the man has some good feelings for her, it was limited. Besides, she can't agree to get married just because the man is willing to marry! The young man's surname was Zhou, and his given name was Wei. Hearing this, he was quite disappointed: "Miss, don't you like me?" Liu Yuniang shook her head and laughed: "You don't want to say that you wanted to marry me as soon as you met me, do you?" That's too fake. After Cheng Rumeng entered the house, she soon learned about Master Zhang's concubine. There were three of them, all in their thirties. They were cordial and respectful to her, and there was no sign of anything wrong. "Are they all here?" Cheng Rumeng asked casually. "There are still two more younger sisters." The concubine who spoke was surnamed Chen, and she was sent here against her will. To be honest, the Zhang household was not a good place. Cheng Rumeng blurted out: "Why didn't they come?" After she asked the question, she felt that it was a bit redundant. She is considered the mistress of the Zhang Mansion, and anyone who was not stupid would choose to be on good terms with her. Or at least, put on a passable facade of good will. These two people didn't come because they have no intention of getting along well with her.

Aunt Chen was silent for a moment and tentatively said: "They might be ill..." Cheng Rumeng nodded: "Then let them rest in peace and recuperate. Before they recover, don't let them go out to get exposed to the wind, so as not to aggravate their illness." She was angry and had to find a place to vent. Aunt Chen hesitated, as if she wanted to persuade her, but she kept quiet in the end. After sending away this group of concubines, Cheng Rumeng felt exhausted and could not help but pinch her brows. She had carefully looked at the three concubines just now. The clothes they wore were of ordinary materials, they had little jewelry, and the makeup on their faces was of average quality...even the lip rouge was the cheapest on the market. All these signs made her understand once again that Master Zhang was a stingy man.

If she had known this, she would not have met him and would rather just remain in her little courtyard.

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workingforthewidow · 1 year ago

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I’ve Seen Hard Times, Bad Luck, All That In Between

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Wow so sorry for the delay :/ Life has been kinda wild but I’m baaaccckkk besties!!

Part 7 of the Sun to Me series 1488 words. A couple short chapters coming up until something big happens!! It’s good trust me :)

This story is NSFW and not for minors- if you are under 18 go ask your legal guardian if you can watch the movie.

Warnings: kidnapping, forced marriage, dub-con, attempted non-con, abuse, Stockholm syndrome, age gap (15 years- K&C are 19 Sinclairs are freshly 34) Don’t like it don’t read it,

THIS CHAPTER HAS VERY DARK SCENES! This chapter contains abuse and twisted emotions. This is a work of fiction.

The music was loud in the garage, echoing off the glass, Bo didn’t notice the car pull up. It wasn’t until he went to check on Caroline that he noticed visitors, Caroline’s eyes nervously flickered to him and he could see her let out the breath she had been holding.

“See there he is. My husband can help you.” She moved around the couple standing in the lobby to be close to Bo, feeling safe in his arms. He smiled, he loved when she called him husband, and kissed her temple before whispering in her ear.

“Find Vinny tell him people are here. Then stay home.”

She turned and kissed him lightly before going into what most thought would be an office but actually led to the catacombs under Ambrose.

“Now what seems to be the problem?” Bo put on his charm, extending his hand, and watched the couple relax.

The man, a slim man with shaggy hair that needed a good wash, shook his hand, “I think something’s wrong with the spark plugs. They act up from time to time but I just got new ones before this trip. Maybe it’s the cold.”

“I’ll see what I can do, y’all can have a seat in the lobby.”

While Bo charmed the visitors Caroline couldn’t find Vincent or Katie. She checked the house, she checked the studio, and all the buildings in town. She was left to search the museum. Finally finding them in the office organizing things for Katie to start working on their new clothes.

“Vincent, Bo said to tell you that there’re people in his shop.”

Vincent’s snapped up from where he was peeling wax off a work table. He looked to Katie and nodded towards the house.

“Go home. I know.” Katie stood up and walked towards Caroline. “I love you darlin’,” she smiled at him and made the sign for I love you, which he returned.

The girls made their way back up to the house but saw movement in the woods.

“What was that?” Caroline asked pausing in the road, the couple wouldn’t be here. This was too far from the shop. Before Katie could reply they saw movement again and a man walked out of the woods.

“Oh thank goodness. I’ve been walking for hours. Can I use your phone? My car broke down and I’ve been looking for civilization.”

The girls exchanged looks and signed to each other-

C- We can’t let him in the house.

K- The boys are busy though. They told us to go home. And I haven’t seen Lester in town.

C- We have to do something.

K- Catch 22, either option is bad. I guess we can walk him close to the shop, point him in the direction and hightail it through one of the other shops to the tunnels.

C- Or we could do the other thing.

K- I love the way you think twin. Let’s hope they don’t get to upset with us.

Caroline nodded and turned to the man.

“Yes but we don’t have one at the house. Husband doesn’t trust them. But he’s the town mechanic and one is in his shop. We can take ya there.” Katie had to control herself not to laugh at how thick Caroline laid on her southern accent.

“Thank you ma’am. Lead the way.” The man smiled and followed the girls down to the shop. They were rounding the corner to the shop when screaming started, the woman ran out of the shopping straight to them.

“He’s crazy, he killed Josh. He killed my boyfriend. We have to run.” She grabbed Katie’s hand and started running but Katie dug her heels in the ground making the woman fall over. “What are you doing? We have to run that guy is crazy, he has a knife.” Katie looked to Caroline and to the man.

“I know, we’ve been stuck here hostage for months. But we got them to trust us and have an escape plan. We just needed someone stronger than us to move some things.” She looked to the man who has gone wide eyed but nodded. “Follow me.”

She took them to the pet shop and quickly down the stairs. They stopped at a large door, “It can open but it’s heavy. We all have to push it.” The group agreed and pushed getting the door open. They ran through the tunnels and got to a stopping point that Katie knew was towards the edge of town and the opposite side from her and Vincent’s studio.

“I’ve never seen them come here. They know the tunnels but I’ve never seen them go past the pet shop. We’ve been hiding down here to plan the escape for a while. Here, drink this. Sorry it’s not water, we rarely get that we are luckily to get anything at all.” Caroline handed the man, who gave the name Phillip, an apple juice. Katie did the same for the woman, Sandra.

“Thank you.” They both said taking long drinks. Each drained the bottle but Phillip started smacking, like when you taste a straight lemon. “I ugh think this might have expired or something.” His voice slurred at the end and his eyes went heavy. Sandra was in the same state. Then at the same time both fell to the floor. They weren’t dead, just unconscious. The boys could finish them off.

“Do you think the boys are gonna be mad we didn’t tell them we figured it out?” Caroline asked while Katie started moving the bodies. It wasn’t easy dragging the dead weight but they were making it work.

“Maybe. I don’t know honestly. I’m a little mad they didn’t tell us and we had to figure it out ourselves.”

-A month prior Katie had realized she left her jacket in the museum office. Vincent was going to take her hiking to a clearing to stargaze and she knew she’d get cold in the night air. While Vincent made them a small basket of snacks she ran back to the museum.

When she opened the door, she heard an animal sheik and watched a raccoon run through. It knocked over a figure on its way out a cracked window. Katie went to check on it so she could tell Vincent how much needed to be fixed. When she got closer she was shocked. Bone was sticking out of the figure where the arm had hit the ground. She inspected other figures and realized the newer ones, Vincent’s, were all very realistic. She didn’t say anything to Vincent about seeing the figure. She just told him she heard a crash but in the dark was a little scared to go investigate without him. When he found the figure he was happy with the thought Katie hadn’t seen it.

The next day while the boys worked and the girls made lunch Katie told Caroline what she found. She wasn’t all that shocked, “I told you- a house full of dead people.”-

They tried to figure out ways to tell the boys they had figured out their game but decided to wait it out see how long it took them to come clean with the truth. Though after the escape attempt the day after their birthday Bo and Vincent had been a bit more tight lipped. But now the girls had a moment to show not only they knew the Sinclair secret but they were happy to be involved. Prove to the boys that they could be good wives and keep the town running with them.

They were at the bottom of the stairs trying to figure out how to drag the bodies upstairs when Phillip started to open his eyes. Sandra close behind him. Katie and Caroline shared a look and slipped into one of the small underground rooms near the stairs.

“Are you okay?” They heard Phillip ask Sandra who’s muffled response sounded like a “yeah yeah”. “Where are those girls? They must be part of whatever that guy has planned.”

“They must be. The long haired one and him are married. She was in the shop when Josh and I got here. He sent her away right before he killed Josh. I thought maybe she didn’t know what he was doing but now I think she must be involved.” Sandra explained and the girls could see from the crack in the door that she was standing.

Caroline felt Katie press a knife handle into her hand and she slowly opened the door with a Cheshire Cat smile on her face, “Oh he thinks I don’t know. But a man can never truly hide things from his wife. He’s sorta awful at it actually.”

Phillip and Sandra turned around and saw the girls with their knives. It was like time stood still for a moment before the visitors made a dash up the stairs with the girls close on their heels.

#house of wax #house of wax 2005 #slasher fanfic #slashers #bo sinclair #slasher fic #brian van holt #house of wax fic #vincent sinclair

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demcnsinmymind · 2 years ago

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setitallaflame:

Lance was fumbling and stumbling over basic movements, and she didn’t blame him in the least. It was one thing to hear about what life was like as a mutant, and another to actually experience it; she’d learned that very quickly. But when they were finally both in the car and moving, he was speeding, and she warned him, “Slow down. Go with the flow of traffic. The last thing we want to do after escaping the Purifiers is to get pulled over by the police for going too fast or for erratic driving. Drive like you normally would, drive like you’re just an ordinary guy on his way home after a long day at work. …I get it, easier said than done. But that’s the mindset you have to put yourself in, or we’re both fucked.” A beat passed before she added, “I’m sorry, you know. I never intended for any of this to happen, for you to get caught up in my mess. I was just… well, I was selfish. Hungry. Nice to talk to someone who isn’t afraid of me.” Although she wasn’t sure if that was the case anymore. Regardless, “Like I said, we’ll get far enough away, and I’ll disappear. You can resume your life, pretend like you never even met me.”

Reagan shook her head, “I don’t think they had the chance. They were focused on you, and then they were unconscious. Now, if it was the police, or government agents, it’d be different; they could force any of the surrounding businesses to share their security cam footage. But Purifiers don’t have that kind of power. Don’t get me wrong, they’re getting their hands on more and more - illegal - weapons every day, but their resources are still limited. And I’d go a few towns over, but yeah, that sounds like a good plan - along with you staying somewhere else for the night, just in case. I’d offer to pay for a motel room, but…” As it was, she’d have to find somewhere to sleep herself tonight - sans money. And as the weather got colder, it got harder to find vacant places, places where others weren’t already trying to shield themselves from the weather.

So. He’d been speeding up until this point apparently. Truth be told, he hadn’t even noticed until now, he’d been running pretty much on autopilot. “Right” he said, voice shaking just as much as his hands while he slowed down to a more reasonable legal speed. In order to calm himself down a little, he tried to lighten the mood with another dumb joke, just out of habit.

“Joke’s on you for thinking that this is how I normally drive” he said in regards to the way he was currently abiding every single traffic law down to the T. Fuck, was that a cop car there on the left?...Oh. No. Just a white car with a logo on it. Jesus.

“Are you kidding? How the fuck is any of this something you have to apologize for? Being hungry and wanting someone to talk to isn’t a crime. Cornering some random guy in a parking lot and threatening people with the mere prospect of getting purified just for being different though? Now that’s the kinda shit that’s criminal if you ask me” he waved her off and let out a soft, but exhausted sigh. Things were starting to get a bit easier now that they were starting to leave the downtown area and he was zigzagging his way about for a bit, just to make it even harder for people to follow them, should there be any. Luckily though, he couldn’t really see anyone for now.

“Few towns over it is, then” he agreed with a nod . “And don’t mention it. I was holding on to my lunch money anyway. Was trying to save up for a new camera but hey, spontaneous road trip in the middle of the night sounds a lot more fun” he went on and meant it, then just kept driving for a bit. Look on his face more serious and pensive now, as he let everything that happened sink in.

“Hey. I know you didn’t like how excited I got about this whole thing earlier. And now that I’ve actually seen these guys, I understand it a lot better. But I still just wanna get it out there real quick. What you did back there? The lights and knocking these guys out and everything? That was just...wow. That was fucking amazing. I’ve kinda...been looking for something like this to be real all my life, you know” he shared, careful to be much more humbled and mindful of her struggles this time. Trying to make her understand that this wasn’t just about the adrenaline and some cheap thrills for him, but something far more personal and important. Because he really did think she was amazing.

“Guess I was just really naive about it. Pictured it a whole lot more amazing and mindblowing and as this great thing instead of something dangerous and fucked up like the stuff they’re doing to you because of it. So really. Guess I oughta say sorry. I really had no idea. And for the record? I think these guys fucking suck.“

#text post #setitallaflame #reagan tag pending #always wanted to be an actor : pre ge

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xopinkroses · 2 years ago

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Toxicity♥

(Dante x Reader)

Summary; You are in a toxic relationship and Dante tries to talk some sense into you. Word count; Warnings; Toxic relationships, abusive relationships, mentions of physical abuse, mentions of emotional manipulation and gaslighting, (reader is in denial and acts a little aggressively)

MASTERLIST🌸

You were in serious denial about your relationship. Dante had only known you for a couple of months and already he had noticed.

The first thing he noticed was how possessive they were, constantly blowing up your phone with texts and repeatedly calling when you were working. When asked, you’d meekly claim they were just worried. Later on you admitted that they didn’t like you being around other people a lot.

Then he began to notice how upset you’d get after returning from answering one of those calls. Piecing together other scraps of information you had accidentally mentioned, he also knew that you argued a lot. Your partner liked to start confrontations with you and then twist it around to make it your fault.

It was none of his business, but Dante couldn’t get over the feeling that there was just something wrong. The last straw was when your partner called the office to resign on your behalf, while you were sitting right beside him. He hadn’t hesitated to tell them to fuck off and slammed the phone down, hanging up. You’d been mortified, but apparently this wasn’t the first time they’d pulled a stunt like this.

You left for your shared apartment that evening, only to return to the shop a few hours later with puffy eyes and a bag. Dante didn’t even let you ask the question before letting you inside from the cold. You spent the night on the couch, the first of many. Dante noticed the trend quickly– your partner would do something out of line, you would react, you would wind up on Dante’s doorstep after being kicked out for the night. Your stays were almost weekly at this point.

He had to wonder where you went before he met you, did you just rough it on the streets? You didn’t have many other people you could turn to. There was a certain kind of isolation that came from being a demon hunter, but from what he understood, you were on your own even before getting into this line of work. The thought of you curled up on the side of the road in the cold made him feel physically ill, and he promised you a safe place to sleep should you ever need it.

It was another one of those nights, except this time you showed up holding onto your side. It had escalated.

“So,” Dante finally broke the tense silence that had been stretching on between the two of you for the past fifteen minutes or so, throwing his magazine down onto his desk and leaning back in his chair. “You gonna tell me what happened?”

“Nothing happened,” You stated lowly, glaring at him through your eyelashes. You were sharpening your knives on the couch, and clearly had some pent up frustration, normally he would have just left you alone but not tonight. “Stop making a big deal out of it.”

Dante huffed, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the cluttered desk with his head slightly bowed, causing strands of snow white hair to fall into his eyes. “I almost believe you,” he said. “But the fact that you’re crashing at my shop again for the third time this week tells me things have gotten worse. Am I right?”

You ground your teeth, looking away from the man to focus on your task with more force than necessary. The shrieking scrape of metal made the hairs on his neck stand up, he knew he was poking the beehive but refused to back down this time.

“Nothing. Happened,” You spoke through clenched teeth, refusing to return his gaze.

“Yeah,” Dante scoffed. “Sure.”

This was becoming a recurring argument between you two. He’d try to make you admit what he already knew, and what he knew you knew as well deep down, and you’d snap and deny the truth. Like clockwork. Rinse and repeat. And everytime he would yield to your demands to drop it; but not this time. Because Dante couldn’t ignore the way you were still guarding your side like you were in pain.

“They’re bad for you.”

The knife you were sharpening was dropped onto the couch beside you, your posture defensive. You looked like a cornered animal as you stood and began to pace a few steps along the hardwood floor. Stress rolling off you in waves, Dante had clearly unscrewed the lid you were keeping on your emotions.

“I’m not some poor, abused housewife!” You snapped. “I can handle it.”

“I’m not saying you’re being abused,” His exasperated voice raised in pitch, in one fluid motion he got up off his chair and stretched to his full height. “I’m saying your relationship is toxic!”

His tone was venomous, yet filled with so much earnest concern that you couldn’t find it within yourself to be mad. It was so rare to hear Dante get genuinely upset, he always tried to keep things light. But this was different, you were hurting and you weren’t letting him help you!

“Dante,” You said softly, some of the tension dropping from your shoulders. “We’re fine. Just… drop it.” Dante didn’t know if you were trying to convince him or yourself.

He stepped around the desk to stand in front of you, no longer letting you distance yourself behind it. “If you’re both fine then why are you spending another night on my couch? Why can’t you just admit it?”

You looked defeated, whatever had happened between you and your partner must have been bad. In the time Dante had known you, he’d never once seen you cry or even tear up�� but here you were now, eyes filling up with tears and trying to stop your bottom lip from trembling.

“Because then it’ll be real,” You said, throat tight. “And I’ll have to leave the one person to ever truly love me.”

The room was silent once more, Dante had thoughts running through his head a mile a minute but had no way of expressing them all at once. So, he let you keep talking.

“You’re right…” You continued, roughly wiping your eyes with your sleeve. “We’re not fine, we’re barely even functioning… but they’re all I have. I know they’re bad for me, I know our relationship isn’t perfect. But I love them… even after everything they’ve done, I love them... I can’t be alone again.”

“You wouldn’t be alone.”

“What?” You sniff.

“You have us– you have me,” Dante reached out and put his hands on your shoulders. “We care about you. You don’t need to hold onto people that are corroding your life.”

He felt you melt into his touch, like you hadn’t received a kind touch for a while. The reassuring weight of his hands felt nice, spreading warmth through your body. You swallowed and looked up at him through blurry eyes.

“You mean that?”

There was no room for doubt in his voice as he answered right away, “Of course I do.”

You let your eyes fall back down to the collar of his shirt, feeling embarrassed for breaking down in front of him. “Thanks, Dante,” You said, reluctantly stepping away to put some distance between you and wiping your eyes again. You missed the feeling of his hands on your shoulders the second it was gone.

Dante wished he could do more for you, but this was something you had to do for yourself, “Just promise me you’ll think about this seriously.”

You nodded, “Yeah… I promise.”

And you meant it.

It was only a couple days later when your partner found themself standing in an empty apartment, all your belongings gone and a set of keys left on the kitchen counter.

This time when you entered Devil May Cry, Dante welcomed you inside with a dramatic bow and a cheerful grin. There wasn’t enough space for you to live there forever, but those doors would always be open for you. ~ 🖤

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kleoyeager78 · 2 years ago

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Can I request a citygirl!reader x cowboy!Jean in which reader is going to the countryside with her (abusive and arranged) fiance. They're supposed to spend the weekend with her parents buy when they just happen to be in the little town getting drinks for the road or sum, Jean sees fiance treating reader horribly and swoops in to save the day? Well you can make it however you want actually! Tyy

You’re mine | Jean x reader

Warning: physical abuse, smut, unprotected sex, drinking.

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Why do I have to marry a guy like him?

I hate him.

He’s an awful guy and he treats me like shit.

I don’t deserve to be treated like this. But of course I have to take all of this for my parents stupid business.

My parents wished to open a small store in the country in order to fulfill their dream of living there. But, of course, they couldn't afford it, so they forced me to marry some rich, abusive douchebag so they could fund their dream.

I told them several times about how he treats me, but each time they told me to suck it up or get over it, so I did. I accepted this life.

My parents moved to the country about a week ago.So me and my fiancé decided to pay them a visit today.

As I was packing my bags to go I noticed my fiancé standing by the door looking like he was waiting for something.

“Can I help you?” I asked him.

“You can tell me why the hell my suitcase isn’t packed” He responded.

“Maybe because you didn’t pack it”

He walked over to me and smacked me in the face. “Don’t be smart with me” he said and then went over to his closet and threw his suitcase at me. “Pack it” with that he left the room and I began packing his suitcase.

I was used to him hitting me when he was angry, so his actions did not surprise me.

After I got done packing I went to put the suitcases in the car. I hoped he would at least help me but nope he made me do it all by myself.

When I got in the car and closed the door I was instantly met with a punch to the face.

“Why the hell is the car on E” he yelled at me. “You were the last one to use it”

“It’s because when I was at the gas station you called me and told me to get home immediately”

He hit me in the face again. “ all you ever have is excuses”.

He began driving to the gas station and I just sat there holding back tears because I didn’t want to upset him.

After we got what we needed from the gas station we began to make our way to the countryside.

And let’s just say the trip was wild…..

I can't count how many times I was hit in the face or insulted by my fiancé, but I can count how many hours it took us to get here.

It took us about 8 hours to see a sign indicating that we had arrived in the country. We were, however, still about 20 minutes away from my parents' house.

We drove another five minutes when my fiancé came to a stop.

“What’s the matter?” I was confused as to why we stopped.

“Let’s go check out that bar” he said pointing to a place called Boots 'n' Beer ( or you can make up the name)

I forgot to mention that my fiancé was an alcoholic. He couldn't go more than 2 hours without drinking or he'd get angry. That's probably why he's been so aggressive.

Nonetheless I didn’t protest and just got out of the car following behind him into the bar.

The inside of the bar looked nice, but everyone there was loud.

There were men gambling and people dancing all over the place. It looked like fun, but I knew my fiancé wouldn't let me do any of it.

My fiancé and I went to the bar counter to order drinks, or rather he ordered himself a drink because I was expected to drive home.

"Can I get two shots of tequila?" He asked the bartender, who shook his head and proceeded to make the drinks.

When the bartender came back with the two shots my fiancé drowned them like they were nothing.

He ended up drinking at least ten shots of tequila before going to dance with a girl who approached him.

Leaving me all alone.

I didn’t mind though since it finally got him off my back.

“What’s a pretty gal like you doing sitting all alone” someone said behind me.

When I turned around, I was met by a very tall man with ash brown hair wearing a cowboy hat, blue jeans, and cowboy boots, so I assumed he was from here.

“Oh I’m here with my fiancé” I said with a little smile because of his compliment.

“Really? How come I don’t see him?”

“He’s over there.” I pointed to the dance floor embarrassed. It was very embarrassing telling someone that your fiancé was on the dance floor with another woman.

“I see” was all the man said before he dragged me to the dance floor.

“M-mr what are you doing?” I asked confused and scared that my fiancé would see me.

“If he can dance, so can you, right?”

I just gulped. I would have loved to dance with him if I didn’t have to pay the consequences later.

But then again thinking about what he said. I should be able to have a little fun right? Just for tonight I’ll enjoy myself and then I’ll pay the consequences when I’m done.

“Okay”

We made our way to the dance floor.

He pulled me into him causing me to put my hand on his shoulder while his hands made their way down to my waist.

He started to move his feet forward so I took that as a sign to move my feet back. Which worked well.

Our rhythm was amazing. It’s like our body’s understand each other without having to say anything.

“You’re an amazing dancer,” I told him.

“I could say the same about you” He said with a smirk plastered on his face. Then he grabbed my hand and spent me away from him before pulling me back into his chest.

“Hey I never got your name” I said to him making him chuckle.

“Names Jean, Jean Kirstein” He said with that same flirtatious smirk on his face.

“Well Jean I’m Y/n, y/n l/n” you said giving him a kind smile.

everything after that was a blur. Me and Jean continued to dance. We danced so much that I lost track of time. Jean brought me drink after drink and I forgot I had to drive home.

Little did I know I didn’t have to worry about that.

My senses didn't return until I was thrown on a bed and the same brown-haired man was towering over me, attempting to remove his belt.

“You need help with that?” I said as I crawled to the edge of the bed to help him.

He did not have time to respond. My hands were already on his belt, aching to get it off.

“Lil eager thing aren’t cha?” He said looking down at me with his now signature smirk.

“Only for you.” I looked up and gave him an equal smirk.

He pushed me back on the bed making me giggle. He then proceeded to take off his belt by himself.

When he got it off he climbed on top of me with it and tied both of my hands over my head with it.

“Buckle up girl. Tonight’s gonna be a long ride.”

He got off of me and took his jeans off then got back on top of me.

He started kissing me and sucking on my neck while pushing my panties to the side and playing with my clit.

“Jean,” I moaned.

“Yes puddin?” He said coming back up to my lips to look at me.

“Please.”

“Please what? Darlin, use your words.” He said with a teasing smirk.

“ please fuck me.”

That was all I had to say to make him get on his knees and start stroking his cock.

After a few strokes he inserted himself inside me making you squirm.

My wrist was starting to hurt because of the belt but I didn’t even care all I wanted was him.

When he made it fully inside of me he wasted no time thrusting inside me. He was going at impossible speeds.

“You feel so good around this cock princess,” Jean praised. “It’s like your pussy has my name on it” he bragged.

All I could do was moan. “Jean I’m close”

“Already buttercup? Can’t you wait a little longer?” He said slowing down.

“Jean” I whined.

“Alright I’ll give you what you’re asking for” He started thrusting faster again. Maybe even faster than before but hell I couldn’t tell I was too drunk off his dick to even care about anything right now.

After he thrusted a few more times I came. Causing him to pull out and cum on my stomach.

He then untied my hands as well.

I was so tired and I just wanted to go to sleep. “I think I should get going,” I said without making any attempts to actually get up.

“What’s the rush princess?” He said laying on the side of me hugging my waist.

“Fiancé” was all I managed to say because of how tired I was.

“Oh I don’t think he’ll be an issue beautiful you just rest up.” Jean chuckled.

Little did he know I was already fast asleep before he even finished his sentence.

When he noticed you were asleep he couldn’t help but smile. “You won’t ever have to worry about him again, you're mine now” he said, tucking you under the cover and kissing your forehead.

#aot fanfiction #aot x reader #aot x y/n #attack on titan #attack on titan fic #jean kristen #jean x reader #Jean fanfic #jean x you #jean x y/n #smut #aot x reader smut #jean smut #cowboy jean #city girls #attack on titan smut

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whoreforrafecameron · 3 years ago

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Warnings: Smut, Swearing

“Convince Me.” - Rafe Cameron

“Baby, I want to leave.” You whispered, tugging on Rafe’s shirt. He was downing shots with Topper and you didn’t feel like having to take care of a black out drunk Rafe. “Baby!”

“What?” He turned to you, sliding a hand up your thigh and continued drinking. You sighed in annoyance and pulled on his hair, causing him to choke on his drink. He scoffed, “Let me finish here, okay? Give me a few minutes.”

“It’s fine, Rafe. I’m sure JJ would be willing to give me a ride home.” You got up from your seat next to him, hearing Topper laugh. Fear was coursing through your veins, but you were done with Rafe’s crap.

Midsummers was supposed to be fun, and Rafe had promised you he wouldn’t drink. You had wanted to come to Midsummers and dance, whether it was with Rafe or not. JJ was holding a drink tray and trying to slide past security when you spotted him, “JJ!”

JJ looked over in confusion, before realizing who called his name. “Hey, gorgeous!” He looked you up and down, grabbing your hand and spinning you around, “You get all dressed up for me, princess?”

“You wish.” You teased, before taking the tray from his hand and setting it down. “I did, however, save a dance for you. I was planning on dancing with Rafe, but as you can see he’s busy right now.”

JJ smiled, “His loss. I mean, come on, who here wouldn’t want to dance with you? The man has the prettiest girl in OuterBanks and he’s spending Midsummers with Topper?”

He pulled you out to the center of the floor, maneuvering around the many people. “I’ll tell you one thing,” He whispered, laying his head on your shoulder while sliding his hands around your waist, “If I had you to myself, we wouldn’t be dancing either, but I’m sure you get what I mean.”

He winked, which made you laugh and wrap your arms on his shoulders. The lights were reflecting off of the glass floor, giving off a heavenly glow throughout the room. The music was barely heard, with all the people chattering and dancing.

You heard the song begin to end, and you’re surprised that Rafe hasn’t noticed you and JJ yet. You were a bit disappointed, but happy that JJ wouldn’t be hurt by him. JJ gave you a kiss on the cheek and bowed, “Thank you, madam, for this lovely dance.”

“Anything for you, kind sir.” You curtsied and watched him go. Before you could turn around, you felt a hand around the back of your neck, a cold ring digging into your skin.

“Did you have fun, darling?” His voice was dark and taunting, which sent a shiver down your spine. “I sure hope it was worth it.”

“Rafe..” You tried to speak, but he just added pressure to your throat. He spun you around, so you were facing him, and ran his fingers through your hair, sighing.

Rafe grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him, “Say another fucking word and I’ll bend you over this table and do with you as I please.” You nodded, and stayed quiet. “I’ll make you a deal, baby. I can either beat the shit out of JJ, or I will fuck the shit out of you.”

You felt your panties get soaked by his words, and you whispered, “Fuck me, then.” He smirked at your words and pulled you off the dance floor, waving to Topper and Kelce.

The drive home was silent, other than the occasional heavy breathing to be heard from Rafe. He looked over at you, anger radiating from his body. “What was the point of that? Dancing with JJ?”

“I told you I wanted to go, Rafe. You ignored me.” You said, not removing your eyes from the window.

“I said I needed a few fucking minutes.” His voice was raised and he slammed his free hand against the dashboard.

“Fuck you.” You replied, crossing your arms. He let out a chuckle and slowed the car down, pulling over to the side of the road. You tried to hide how your breathing picked up, but you could tell he noticed.

He slid into the backseat and patted his lap, “Come here, pretty girl.” You felt your arousal throbbing from what he called you, and you climbed back into his lap, not wanting to infuriate him even more. “I think somebody needs to teach that mouth of yours to stay quiet, yeah?”

“You know what, Rafe? I think someone needs to teach- ” He put his hand over your mouth, his other hand making it’s way up your thigh. You felt a moan rising up your throat, but you forced it down.

“Tsk, tsk. Did you not hear what I just fucking said?” Rafe said, gently, but with an edge to it. His hand went underneath your dress and moved your panties to the side. He ran his finger over your folds, “Be a good girl for me and try to make up for the shit you pulled during the dance.”

“I hate you..” You whispered, and he plunged a finger inside you, emitting a moan from you. He moved it in and out, curling his fingers to hit the spot. “R- Rafe.”

“For someone who claims to hate me, you sure are wet, huh?” He pulled out suddenly and began unbuckling his pants, “I really hope you didn’t think I was going to punish you by fingering you, darling. I plan on hurting you a lot more.”

He pulled out his cock, which was stiff and outlined with veins. “Spit.” He ordered, and you obliged, watching him pump it onto it. “Good girl. If only you could’ve been this good at the party, hm, baby?”

He looked up to you for consent, because even though he was pissed, he wouldn’t do anything without permission. You nodded and lowered yourself onto his cock, whimpering at the penetration. He flipped his hat around to get a better look at your face, which was scrunched up in pure ecstasy.

“Let me ride you, Rafe. Let me make up to you.” You pleaded, putting your hands on his chest and rocking your hips against his. He grabbed your waist and held you still, shaking his head in disappointment.

“I don’t think you deserve to ride my dick, what do you think?” He groaned at your wiggling hips, but didn’t remove his hands. “I think I’ll have you sit there and keep me warm until you can come up with a reason why I should give you want you want.”

Your eyes were clouded with anticipation, and you couldn’t think straight. “Baby, I was- I was only trying to, uhm.” You let out a whimper and begged, “Rafe.”

He readjusted his hips and put his arms behind his head, letting out a sigh and watching you intently. “Convince me, pretty girl.”

ANYWAYS, let me know what you thought and yes, I will be taking requests <3 This is my first time writing smut so I’m sorry for how bad this is LMFAO (:

#rafe cameron smut #imagines #smut #rafe cameron #rafe imagine #writing #obx2 #obx #outer banks #fanfic

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bratkook · 4 years ago

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not yet. jjk

not yet, almost, right now pairing. jungkook x reader genre. fluff, some angst, pg-13 word count. 4.1k warnings. mentions of infidelity, some feelings come to light, unrequited pining, spur of the moment kissing, light grinding on the dance floor, jungkook pops a boner and wants to cry</3 summary. jungkook feels the pang of guilt in his gut when you spot your recent ex out with his new girl, and what better way to make the jerk hurt than to have him believe you were now dating him, the neighbor he had been insecure about your whole relationship note. this is based off a request sent a while back for numbers #43 and #67 from this prompt list! (i think this might turn into a small drabble series...mayhaps)

Jungkook can spot your discomfort easily, the occasional colorful light bouncing off your face showing him the flash of anger in your eyes. The only reason he’s not currently running for the hills, knowing very well how mean you can get when angry, is because your glare isn’t being sent at him. Not yet at least.

Because of this, he allows himself to enjoy the cute way your nose scrunches up, lips twisting in displeasure as you stare at the crowd of people, eyes locked onto an unlucky bystander. Honestly, he wishes he could hear your thoughts, wanting to know exactly what has your panties in a bunch, ruining your mood instead of letting you enjoy the expensive fruity drink he had just bought you as payment for allowing him to drag you out of the house. Jungkook isn’t a mind reader though, so he decides on his next best option.

“Who’s got you looking all sour?” he sighs, resting his elbow on the counter of the bar as he inches closer to you, head at your level in an attempt to match your line of sight.

“Him,” you seethe, brows pinching together, showing those light wrinkles in between them, a product of how expressive you were and definitely something Jungkook always teases you about.

Jungkook can only hum in question, eyes squinting in the low light as he attempts to find the him you’re talking about. With a slight turn of your head, you’re inches from Jungkook’s cheek, the obvious look of confusion etched onto his soft features letting you know he was absolutely lost. With a soft huff your fingers are gripping his cheeks and moving his face in the right direction, free hand pointing as discreetly as you could to the man in question.

You know he spots him, you can feel his jaw tense underneath your grip. What you don’t feel is the sudden guilt that fills him up, sloshing in his stomach and mixing with the liquor he just drank until he feels a little queasy. Jungkook instantly regrets coaxing you out of your little dungeon with the promise of cheering you up. If he had known the spawn of satan–dubbed your ex boyfriend and also the reason why you were in a downward spiral–would be here, he would have just let you rot in your bed like you originally wanted.

“Do you wanna go?” he mutters out, cheeks still squished by your slowly tightening grip, and he begins to accept the fact that you might just break his jaw right now. It’s fine, he thinks, he deserves it.

“No,” you grunt stubbornly, fingers finally releasing him as you turn back around and choose to face the endless amount of bottles behind the bar. He may be the reason you were currently on a never ending cycle of watching sad, heartbreaking chick-flicks from the early 2000’s, dumping you with the lame excuse that you two were on different paths and he just wasn’t ready for commitment. It’s something you accepted, albeit jaw tense and eye twitching as you did so, but you figured you would eventually find your way back to each other.

Your mind was warped, believing you were meant to be, that this was just a mere bump in the road that you would laugh at together in the future.

That is, until he blocked you on all social media, and you had to hear from your best friend that he had moved on days later and was now with some blonde-haired, fresh faced, supermodel-esque woman that you could not get yourself to hate. Instead you took to endlessly scrolling through her instagram while you stuffed your face with milk chocolate and questioned why you had ever convinced yourself that you had a future with him.

“Good, he’s a dick and you shouldn’t let him ruin your night.” Jungkook grumbles, slinging his arm around you as you hold your forgotten drink by your lips. He had seen your relationship with Hajoon play out from the very beginning, knowing slightly more intimate details than he would like considering you were next door neighbors and happened to share a wall between your bedrooms.

The friendship you had with Jungkook blossomed right after you moved in four years ago, friendly neighborly talks morphing into actual conversations, and eventually inviting each other into your apartments where you would attempt to beat him at any game you had in your Nintendo switch. It was a great dynamic, providing the two of you with a sense of relief after your busy days at work.

Unfortunately, the second you got with Hajoon was the end of any of those playful matches, your ex’s jealousy making you distance yourself in an attempt to keep your relationship at bay.

Jungkook can’t say he didn’t see it coming, having heard the way you’d cry anytime you had an argument and your ex would leave, slamming the door behind him so hard Jungkook’s walls would rattle. It had become such a common occurence it was a shock he hadn’t marched out of his house, met Hajoon in the hall, and gave him a clean right hook in your honor.

He was secretly hoping you’d break up with the jerk for your own good–and maybe for his own personal reasons too. Your ex was right in being wary of Jungkook, knowing the way a boy's mind worked, sensing Jungkook’s feelings for you in a way you were too blind to see. Jungkook wasn’t a dick though, he could tell you wanted your relationship to work so he kept his distance.

When weeks went by without the sight of him he began to think you finally did it, a call for celebration that made him want to go over to your place to challenge you for a friendly match of Mario Kart like you used to.

Until he ran into you in the hall and took note of what a mess you were, his smile falling from his face when he saw how defeated you looked.

Your shameful confirmation that you had been royally dumped made his heart twist for you, his selfless tendencies urging him to help you feel better in any way he could. You were thankful for it, grateful that he was keeping you company while you moped around, providing you with just the right amount of distraction to allow you to breathe and slowly heal.

Honestly, today would have been just another day if it wasn’t what was supposed to be your two year anniversary. The second Jungkook heard the telltale sounds of The Notebook starting up in your bedroom—something he hadn’t heard through the drywall separating your rooms in weeks—is when he knew something was up.

Jump to: now.

With Jungkook looking sheepish and wishing he had chosen another bar, and you gripping the cup so hard it was a shock it hadn’t shattered in your grasp.

“He’s with her,” you whisper out harshly, head downcast, swirling the liquid around in your glass as you force yourself not to look back at them. The vision of them coddled up in the corner, her arms wrapped around his while she laughed at whatever he whispered in her ear had stung enough the first time, you weren’t jealous but the pain still lingered inside of you..

“Just try to ignore him. Don’t let it bother you,” he attempts to reassure you, the bass of the music muffling the way you try to deny the fact that you’re clearly upset, his attention now elsewhere.

Jungkook takes a chance and looks back once more, eyes narrowed as he searches for Hajoon in the crowd. He spots him with more ease the second time, seeing the way he lazily drinks from his glass while the blonde rests her head on his shoulder, lips moving as she tells him something that makes him smile.

“Oh shit,” Jungkook chokes, eyes widening slightly in shock when Hajoon meets his gaze. He’s been caught, too late for him to avert his eyes and pretend he wasn’t blatantly staring. He can only give him a tight-lipped smile that he hopes doesn’t come across as an invitation to come say hello.

“What?” you question, turning to stare at Jungkook and seeing the look on his face, doe eyes swirling with a mix of emotions.

“He saw me,” he speaks through clenched teeth, lips barely moving as he does so, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.

“What?” you repeat harshly, setting the drink back down as your palms grow clammy, finger tugging at your shirt’s neckline when the air becomes thick and stuffy.

“Oh fuck, he’s coming.” Jungkook throws back the remainder of his drink, grimacing at the burn lingering in the back of his throat before placing the cup down. “Just follow along,” he whispers into your ear, standing tall as Hajoon approaches the two of you.

He’s ballsy, Jungkook will give him that, more so when he completely ignores Jungkook in favor of calling out your name.

“Y/N, oh my god is that you?”

Jungkook can’t stop the way he glares at the bastard, not even the small jab to his side that you deliver with your elbow is enough to wipe the look off his face. Still, you pause to breathe, shutting your eyes briefly before plastering a look of surprise on your features as you turn around to face him.

“Hajoon, what are you doing here?” Your voice has risen a few octaves, pitch surpassing the normal customer service voice and entering unhinged and borderline crazed territory. Hajoon doesn’t notice though, and neither does the girl strapped to his side, the two of them smiling at you and not giving Jungkook a glance.

“Oh, we’re just celebrating our four month anniversary.” The girl finally speaks up, giving Hajoon a kiss to the cheek and completely missing the way your face instantly falls. Her innocent statement has you coming to the sudden realization that this son of a bitch had been cheating on you for the last two months of your relationship.

Jungkoon spots it easily though, can sense the way your body tenses up beside him, no doubt will the rage flare up in the form of hot tears spilling over and onto your cheeks soon. One look at Hajoon’s pleased face is enough to not want to give him the satisfaction of seeing the way he affects you.

“Young love,” Jungkook sighs, long arm pulling you into his side obnoxiously, seeing the way Hajoon eyes the two of you carefully. “I can relate. We’ve been together for...what is it again babe, five months?”

Hajoon doesn’t even attempt to be discreet, eyes bulging out and fist curling at his side. He had hated Jungkook the second he met him, intimidated by his physique and the way he made you laugh with ease, threatened by him in every sense. It was the reason he told you to cut ties with him, his fragile ego not trusting your neighbor, fully convinced all Jungkook would have to do was beckon you over for you to leave him.

Any man would feel threatened by him, just looking at him now with his long hair framing his face, the challenging glimmer in his eyes as he gauges the other’s reaction. Hajoon follows Jungkook’s arm, seeing how it snakes around your body and settles with his palms curling around your waist, fingers gently squeezing your skin.

Jungkook chuckles when Hajoon meets his gaze once more, free hand adjusting the yellow tinted sunglasses perched on his head—something that should make him look like an A class douchebag, because who the hell brings shades to a fucking club. But like all things, Jungkook makes it work.

All of this tied in with that small, white lie, makes Hajoon’s head spin in a jealous whirlwind. It was fine and dandy if he cheated on you but how dare you give him the same treatment, with your neighbor of all people.

“Five months?” He bites first, eyes bouncing back and forth between the two of you.

The insecurity is written all over his face, it almost makes him shrink in size and for some reason it fills you with confidence. You stand taller now, sliding your own arm around Jungkook’s side as you nuzzle into him.

“Almost six.” Those two words are the nails into his coffin of insecurity, probably increasing his trust issues for years to come, but considering it was no longer your problem, you don’t care.

“Wow, almost half a year. That’s so cute, isn’t it?” His girlfriend coos, perfectly manicured hand placed over her chest, totally missing the way Hajoon looks like a kicked puppy.

Now that he doesn’t have the one up, he’s no longer interested in sticking around, the gross green monster perched on his shoulder laughing at his misfortune.

“Adorable,” he grunts out. “We should get back to our table. It was nice seeing you.”

He doesn’t wait for a response before walking away, his girlfriend giving you a small wave before following behind him. The growing distance between you makes your muscles relax, sagging in relief as you release Jungkook’s side and hunch over the sticky bar.

“I think I'm gonna puke,” you groan out, eyes going crossed when you feel Jungkook rest two fingers against your lips, sending him a questionable stare.

“Please don’t, that drink was expensive. You’re only allowed to hurl as the grand finale of the night, and we’re just getting started.”

Jungkook smiles when you shut your eyes and groan, your mood was already down in the dumps, and despite the small rush you got from putting Hajoon in his place, you were still craving the comfort of your bed. “Can we go?”

The bartender proceeds to place a glass of water in front of you, assuming your slumped state was due to intoxication and not the gross remnants of running into an ex-boyfriend. You grab the glass regardless, taking a big gulp of the cool liquid and sighing when it helps calm you down.

“If you really want to go we can, but at least try to loosen up.” His smile is genuine, cheeks pushed out as he looks down at you with kind eyes. “We’ll stay on the opposite side, and if you’d still rather watch the Notebook for the millionth time, we can do that.”

With a half-hearted groan you nod, allowing Jungkook to order another round of drinks for you to enjoy before eventually dragging you out onto the dance floor. He knows how to keep the atmosphere up, goofy smile on his lips as he bobs his head along to the loud beat, hands clasped with yours and wiggling in time to the music.

“You love this song,” he manages to say through the noise, pulling you closer as he settles into a spot on the decently packed floor. You couldn’t even deny it, he heard just how often you played it through the paper thin walls. That playlist full of hit 2000’s songs was your guilty pleasure, and it was the main reason he had decided to bring you to this club on their themed night.

Jungkook was attentive, he knew so much about you and played it off casually, always listening to things you say you enjoy, storing them into a folder labeled under your name and shoved into a very important part of his brain.

You knew he was trying his best to get you to enjoy yourself, so you give in, beginning to sing along to the lyrics of an old song that brought back a flood of memories that made you smile back at him. Jungkook feels the first burst of success bloom inside him, joining in with your singing, raising up your clasped hands as you begin dancing.

The smile doesn’t leave his face as he stares down at you, the few drinks you’ve had loosening you up and allowing you to push the earlier thoughts away. He feels mesmerized, eyes locked onto you, the flash of colors painting your skin, illuminating you in alternating shades of purple and blue. His heart does that annoying thing where it skips and stutters in his chest, mouth drying up as you drop your head back and sway your hips, slowly loosening the grip in your hands and turning around until your back is dangerously close to his chest.

Jungkook’s hands hover in the air for a moment, panic over taking his brain as he tries to remain calm. He could do this—he has done this before—the two of you would go clubbing before you got with your ex, and dancing definitely played a big part of it. So why was his brain short circuiting?

Sure your ass was brushing up against his crotch with each sway of your hips, but you were dancing, so his mind and his dick could fuck right off. He shakes his head to clear any dirty thoughts as his hands loosely grip your hips, testing the water, and when you smile and look back at him he feels less wary and sways his hips in time with yours.

You can feel his chest brush against your back, breath fanning along your skin from his close proximity, only getting closer when you lift an arm back and hold his shoulder to pull him tighter against you. The heat sticks to your skin, thin shirt dampening with sweat from the warmth of the bodies around you, everyone in their own state of drunkenness as the bass flowed through their chests.

Going out like this had been something you missed, used to frequenting the bars and clubs by your apartment with your friends and Jungkook, something that came to a halt because your ex claimed he hated that kind of scene. Something that was clearly a lie considering he was here now, enjoying himself as him and his new girlfriend danced along.

You didn’t realize when he made his way onto the dance floor, enough distance separating you, but now that you had spotted him you feel like he’s way too close for comfort. In a similar position to you and Jungkook, Hajoon is free to look around while his girlfriend dances on him, eyes locked onto you with a smirk that makes your skin crawl.

Jungkook is too lost in the music to notice where your attention has gone, earlier effects of the alcohol settling into his bloodstream, warming him up in that familiar way he welcomes. When the song changes, flowing into the next bass heavy anthem, you turn around in his grasp, giving him a brief glance before your hands are gripping his cheeks and bringing him down into a messy kiss.

This is definitely something he’s never done with you before.

A muffled sound of confusion is swallowed by you as he quickly falls into the motion, large palms gripping your hips, slowly sliding up your back before lightly tangling into your hair to deepen the kiss. Jungkook can taste the liquor on your tongue, mixing with his own as your tongue slips between his lips. He has no idea what came over you but his racing heart and buried crush don’t let him question it, soft lips smacking with yours, not heard between the thrumming music.

Your fingers feel the warmth of his cheeks, how he blushes into the kiss but you attribute it to the alcohol pumping through him. Harsh breaths fan across your face as he groans, lightly pulling back for a gasp of air but you don’t allow it. “No, don’t pull away. Not yet.”

And who is he to argue with that, blindly letting you bring your lips back together in a messy kiss. Your small pleas for him to continue has all the blood rushing to his cock, the ache felt in his jeans when it starts to harden, pressing into the denim uncomfortably and only getting worse when you gently bite down onto his lip before inching back.

“Is he still looking?” you question, breath jagged as you peer up at Jungkook’s dazed expression.

“What?” he dumbly replies, lips swollen and shiny, eyes still focused on your own as he makes an attempt to reconnect your lips. But then your question dawns on him, like a bucket of ice cold water, it sobers him up instantly. Is he still looking?

This was all for show.

“He’s on the far right.” You motion your head in the direction and observe his face when his eyes move over to check if Hajoon was in fact still there. He does spot him heading out in a hurry though, girlfriend trailing behind him as he exits the club entirely

“No, just saw him leave.” Jungkook clears his throat, fingers slipping out of your hair and settling down over your back just like before. He hopes his solemn expression isn’t amplified by the lights flashing across his face, trying his best to act unaffected, as if he didn’t just pop a boner on the dance floor over a revenge make-out session.

Luckily you don’t spot his fallen expression, a wide smile spreading across your face in victory, happy that you had successfully put him in his place.

“I’m so sorry for kissing you.” You gasp in realization, unknowingly pouring salt in the wound when you act as if kissing him was something you would never do if it wasn’t in an attempt to piss off your ex.

“No, it’s okay,” he waves off and smiles, eyes glancing over to the bar once more. Jungkook needed a drink, maybe five—actually he wouldn’t mind going home and watching The Notebook now, that would surely give him a reason to cry with no questions asked.

He starts to walk back to the bar with you by his side, the sad look you had earlier entirely gone, replaced with a giddy smile and a pep in your step, so he can’t say he's too upset.

“God, you should’ve seen how mad he looked when he saw us dancing together,” you giggle, standing inches from him as he orders another drink. Before he can respond, you’re wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing him in for a hug.

A hug, really?

Still, Jungkook sighs and wraps his own arms around your waist, a defeated smile on his face that he hides as he lets his chin rest over your head. The dip in his head makes the yellow tinted frames fall over his eyes and when he pulls back you snort at the visual, finger gently poking the bridge of them.

“You look good in those.”

His drink gets placed in front of him then, giving him a good excuse to avoid stumbling over his words from your compliment, choosing to take a gulp of the hard liquor, wincing when it burns his throat. “Thank you,” he rasps out, grimacing at the taste and it just makes you giggle.

“I should be thanking you. You need to be my fake boyfriend more often.”

Even more salt poured into his wound, topped with a dash of lemon juice in the form of your playful smile and nudge to his ribs, it stings. His heart ache in his chest, more so when he realizes his stupid boner was still going strong. Thankfully the dark lights prevent you from seeing it, the last thing he needed was further embarrassment.

The yellow frames are placed back over his head as he takes another sip, nodding along to your statement with what he hopes comes across as a genuine smile on his lips once he sets his cup down. “Anytime you want Y/N.”

“I know this night didn’t end with the grand finale of me puking, but do you wanna go home and watch movies? No sappy romance ones, I'm not in the mood for crying anymore.”

He finishes his drink with ease, quickly closing his tab as he agrees. “Yeah, just let me go to the bathroom real quick.”

You might not be in the mood for crying but he definitely was; he also needed to handle the situation in his jeans, and what better night to stoop this low than tonight. His own version of a grand finale coming in the form of jerking off in the dirty bar bathroom while maybe shedding a tear or two.

“Okay! I’ll call an uber,” you announce cheerfully, allowing him to walk away as you settle onto one of the sticky bar stools.

Jungkook’s chest feels heavy as he walks to the bathroom, slipping into the small room and locking the door behind him. His forehead rests against the dirty door, eyes falling shut with a groan. He wishes he had the guts to confess to his crush, needing to push the fear of ruining the friendship away from his mind, wanting to gather possible clues that could indicate that you might feel the same.

One day, but not yet.

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