#and people kept being like ''be careful you don't want to start hyperventilating'' no I don't give a fuck about that
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okay the muscle spasms have worn off to an extent so we can finally stand up straight at least some of the time, but the pain hasn't eased up at all, and in terms of tailbone pain we're at the point of having to lay down every hour or so and I'm still having panic attacks repeatedly which is definitely making it worse and I know why I'm having them but I can't fucking do anything about it
#personal#thoughts#🍬 post#vent post#it's the fact that we feel trapped and like we don't get a say in what happens to us#and we're being put into an intensely triggering situation and not being given any other option#and having so many tests done always feels dehumanizing in a specific way#it feels like being a little kid all over again where people would drag you round to places and not give you a choice in any of it#I don't feel like a person I feel like a test subject and if another stranger touches me I feel like I'm going to snap#and people kept being like ''be careful you don't want to start hyperventilating'' no I don't give a fuck about that#I want people to stop touching me I want people to leave me alone and stop sticking needles in me and making me sit in weird rooms#I can't cope I need to just be in my room and not have anyone come anywhere near me
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this isn't anything sexual I just really need some comfort
so like reader has extreme father issues and joel knows it, and Joel gets mad at her for something so they have flashbacks to their dad making them cry and she starts hyperventilating. Joel notices and starts comforting her whispering sweet things to her and hugging her and stuff?
im extremely unhinged and i need the comfort rn
here you go, love, I hope this is as comforting as you wish for it to be❤️
fine line—Joel Miller x f!reader
word count: 863
warnings: some hurt, but mostly comfort. side note, this is nothing sexual so please don't take it as such.
Usually you didn’t take lightly to strangers and befriending them was rather a chore than out of pleasantry. But somehow, you managed to get along just fine with the Miller brothers and their little protégé, Ellie.
Because you looked up to the two brothers, that made it easier for you to open up to them and create a more unique bond with them. Plenty speculated that you were dating either one of the two, but that was not the case. You were simply friends, close acquaintances, and you decided to let people talk whatever they wanted to talk.
You were particularly close with Joel. Perhaps because his whole aura reminded you of a protector. It was what he did best: he cared for family and he protected them fiercely. And it was the same with you; he liked to keep you close, and often it seemed that your presence was good for him, too.
Besides, Joel knew more about your troubled past with your father than anyone else. He knew what a difficult relationship you had with him—or its lack thereof. And because of that, Joel knew to be tender with you and careful with his choice of words. At first it was controlled, something he had to go over in his head before speaking it aloud, but after a while it became natural.
But Joel was merely human. He made mistakes too. And today, he’d made a mistake with you.
“I told you to stay here!” he’d shouted. “You could’ve gotten hurt! Something could’ve fuckin’ happened!”
“Joel—“
“Why couldn’t you just do it? You had to go out of your way to get killed?!”
Your eyes became watery as you stared at him, speechless. You knew he had a temper, but he never unleashed it upon you before, and it was bringing back painful memories that still spiked your blood pressure.
It wasn’t entirely unjustified though; Joel and the patrol group went on their daily route and while you usually patrolled with them, this time Joel asked you to stay behind. You were still recovering from a wound and, while it wasn’t grave, it still had you on bed rest for a few days. You barely began to retake your usual activities and going on patrol could’ve been too exhausting.
You still went. You still went after the group, thinking you’d just stay in the back, on your horse, and keep a lookout for potential intruders. When they’d been ambushed by raiders, Joel had to jump to your rescue as well and keep you safe. It had been instinct, but he was pissed that you didn’t listen. He kept quiet till you returned to Jackson, but once the two of you were alone, he let you know just how frustrated he’d been with your choice.
However, seeing your teary face and your body hyperventilating and trying to steady yourself, he regretted snapping at you the way he did.
“I’m sorry, darlin’, I didn’t—“
“You were right, okay?” you said through tears. “You were right and I was wrong, I was stupid. I appreciate you—pointing it out.”
You rushed away from him, desperate to be alone in order to recollect your feelings. You had a strong aversion towards being yelled at. Your father used to do it all the time and all it did was make you somewhat unable to handle conflict. You loathed it, always have since you were a child. And to hear Joel react the same way your father did when he was disappointed… it was too much to handle.
Not a minute since you retreated it into your house, you heard a knock on the door. You knew it was Joel. It couldn’t have been anyone else.
“Go away, Joel,” you said.
“Please let me in, darlin’. I’m so sorry about the things I said. I shouldn’t have snapped at you. I’m really sorry.”
You couldn’t really stay mad at him—unlike at your father. Joel was far more understanding and kinder than your old man, and way more willing to learn from his mistakes and grow from them.
Perhaps that’s why you looked up to him so much.
You opened the door, your eyes and nose still red, even though you stopped crying some time ago. The moment Joel saw you, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in tighter. You caved in to his touch, reciprocating the hug.
“I’m so sorry,” Joel repeated, one hand over your head as he held you glued to him. “I shouldn’t have reacted that way.”
“I understand why you did it. I did put myself at risk… and you. And the rest of the patrol group.”
“You’re safe, and that’s all that matters.”
“Thank you for saving me though.”
Joel pulled away just to smile at you, his calloused hand grazing your cheek. “I got your back.”
“I know. Thank you.”
You remained locked in that embrace on the porch for a while. You appreciated Joel’s willingness to grow and change more than you could ever tell him.
But more so, you appreciated him being there for you in ways even your own blood relatives could.
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Yandere moon boys with a mute reader?
Marc was walking home one night after he had been out on a mission with Khonshu, it was late at night and there were barely any people around.
He saw an older man with a young lady walking along, he didn’t think anything of it until the older man shoved you against the wall.
“This is ridiculous!” The man shouted, he continued to shout but Marc couldn’t make out what was being said.
He ran up and pulled the man away from you.
“Back off!” He shouted as the man stumbled away from you. Suddenly he pulled out a gun and pointed it at Marc.
“I suggest you mind your own business, sir.” He growled as Marc narrowed his eyes at him.
Marc quickly moved forward with expert precision and quickly grabbed the gun before shooting the man in the chest.
He expected a scream from you but he looked at you to see you crying and hyperventilating.
“Shit, hey it’s okay. Let’s get you out of here.” He muttered as you looked at him in fear.
You kept shaking your head and crying.
“Unless you want to go to prison you will fucking come with me!” He shouted as you flinch and nodded, he grabbed your hand and dragged you along the streets.
You continued to cry when Marc finally got you into the elevator of his building.
“Who was he?” He asked as you looked at him in fear.
“You can tell me.” He said before you shook your head and pointed to your throat.
“What do you mean?” He muttered before he heard a booming voice in his head.
“She is mute you idiot!” Khonshu said making Marc roll his eyes.
“You’re mute, okay that explains it. Can you sign?” He asked as you nodded and signed ‘father’ to him.
“He was your father… Okay, thank you.” He replied as you nodded a little, the elevator opened and you took you into his apartment.
“She’s terrified.” Khonshu said causing Marc to groan in annoyance.
“No shit.” He grumbled before grabbing a glass of water for you.
"Fuck, I made a big mistake didn't I?" He muttered as you looked at him and nodded.
"I'm sorry... I just saw what he was doing and I snapped." He muttered before he stood up and grabbed a pen and paper.
"What's your name?" He asked as you wrote it down for him.
"Did your father hurt you a lot?" Marc asked as you paused for a moment before nodding a little.
"We'll, figure this out. But, you can't leave here, okay?" He said as you looked at him in fear.
You started to scribble on the piece of paper he gave you.
'I want to leave.'
"I know, but if you leave the police will come after you. If you stay here I can protect you, you don't want them to take you away do you? Prison is a lot worse than what your father put you through." He threatened as you felt years in your eyes.
"Nod your head if you understand, Y/N." He said, looking into your eyes as you nooded a little.
"Good girl."
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Marc thought you would've fought more against him, but he realised that your father had unintentionally taught you to adapt to any situation, especially when it involved someone with more power over you.
Marc had found it pretty easy to keep you on his side, after all you'd never had affection or even contact with anyone other than your father.
Marc liked how much you enjoyed his affection or got excited when he came back home.
You laid your head on his lap while you watched TV, maybe it was twisted but Marc liked the fact that you were broken.
He loved that you relied on his for everything, he yearned for someone to take care of (other than Steven) and now he finally had it.
And it wasn't going to change anytime soon.
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Don't You Kiss Me Once or Twice - Chapter 8
Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)
Prompt: Jessica Anderson is Elvis Presley's assistant and after months of working together, slowly something sparks between them. Friendship? Or is it more? [ Fem!Reader ]
Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+), Slowburn
|| Word Count: 3,394
A/N: I hope you guys like this chapter! P.S. I know the song "Theme from New York, New York" didn't come out until later but let's ignore that.
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Don't You Kiss Me Once or Twice - Chapter 8
I woke up feeling warm and groggy. My eyes fluttered open to see that I was still in the same position I went to sleep in, in Elvis’ arms. We were entangled in one another, my leg was thrown over his waist while his leg was thrown over mine. My head was still on his chest with his chin resting on top of my head and he had his arms wrapped around me in an embrace. I stilled in place remembering where I was and what happened last night. Regret and guilt washed over me like a wave.
Here I am, just another notch on Elvis’ bedpost but our situation was way more complicated than being one of many girls. Him being my boss complicates everything.
I need this job, I need the money. I can’t get fired or quit when Ella needs me right now.
What if he fires me after this? What if other people find out that this happened? Then I’m the whore who slept with her boss.
A million thoughts ran through my mind. I started to panic, my heart rate picking up and all of a sudden I felt like I couldn’t breath. I felt like Elvis’ arms were suffocating me.
I needed to get out of here without waking him up. I couldn't face him just yet and I was praying he wouldn’t wake up now with me almost hyperventilating on his chest.
I gently wrapped my hand around Elvis’ wrist and dragged his arm off of my waist, being careful not to wake him up. Slowly I shuffled out of bed, picking up my clothes from last night that were chucked haphazardly on the ground and quickly put them on but leaving behind the red bandanna he gave me. I tiptoed to the door and I couldn’t help but sneak a glance back at Elvis. He looked so peaceful and young, his long dark lashes fanned over his high cheekbones and his hair a fluffy mess yet he still looked as beautiful as ever. My heart clenched at the sight. He doesn’t get to sleep much so it was nice to see him sleep in and looking so relaxed and rested. My eyes widened when he moved slightly, pulling a pillow closer to his body and continued his slumber.
I sighed and left, closing the door softly behind me.
My mind raced as I walked to my room, stripping my clothes and jumping in the shower not really wanting to erase last night from my skin nor his scent. His intoxicating musky, sandalwood scent that I could still smell on my skin. Little bruises had started to form on my hip from where Elvis’ fingers gripped me so tightly, I couldn’t help but smile recalling last night’s events. God I had whiplash with how a second ago I was panicking and now I’m smiling. Splashing water on my face and reached for the loofah to scrub last nights events away.
I was starving but I was terrified to go upstairs and see Elvis. It was still 7 in the morning, I don’t think anyone would be up yet and I was hoping Elvis wasn’t up yet. I had changed into a pair of black pants and a white shirt but I kept debating on whether to just stay in my room and starve to death or go upstairs and make me something to eat. I paced back and forth in my room then quickly poked my head out of the door to listen for any noise. Hearing nothing, I rapidly walked up the stairs and headed for the kitchen.
Thankfully no one was in the living room nor the kitchen. I opened the fridge to look for any snack that I can quickly grab but it seemed like Martha had emptied the fridge of a lot of things because we aren’t going to be here for a few months. I could only find eggs, peanut butter and milk. I groaned internally and decided to make scrambled eggs. Pulling out the pan, I turned on the stove and threw in some butter, waiting for it to warm up. In the meantime I cracked two eggs in a bowl and whisked them using a fork. I threw them in the pan and stared out the window that was directly above the stove to the backyard, waiting for the eggs to be cooked.
I shouldn’t have acted on desire but it was so easy to let it get the best of me when the man who was the object of my desire was Elvis. He has this magnetism to him, you couldn't help but be attracted to him. It was wrong but it felt so right last night. Every little touch, every caress felt like flames of fire tingling across my skin. I have never ever been satisfied like that, I guess the rumors of him being a fantastic lover were true.
While I was deep in thought I failed to hear the heavy footsteps pounding down the stairs until I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist and I was overwhelmed by Elvis’ manly musk. I froze, stiffening in place as soft lips tailed down my neck gently. I sighed closing my eyes for a second and relaxed in his arms.
“You weren’t in bed.” He whispered against my neck, pulling me into him, my back flush to his chest. I could feel his morning wood on my ass “Left me all by my lonesome cuddling a pillow.”
“Elvis.” I gulped. I wanted to turn and smash my lips on his but it was so wrong “Last night shouldn’t have happened.”
Elvis stiffens, his arms still around my waist but he was no longer kissing my neck.
Letting go of my waist, he took a step back and away from me “Jess.”
I reached down and turned off the stove. I turned around to see Elvis standing in his robe, his hair still a mess and he’s looking at me with furrowed brows.
“I asked you last night a couple of times if you were sure and if you wanted this.” He said, disappointment evident on his face.
“I know you did. But maybe the drinks did play with my mind.” I said, looking down at my feet. I knew that wasn’t true but I needed an excuse as to why I let this happen.
“Don’t give me that. You weren’t drunk, I certainly wasn’t.” He replied. I looked up to see his jaw clench and unclench.
“I know.” I sighed “Doesn’t make what happened right.”
Elvis sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
“You’re my boss, Elvis.” I said, stressing the word boss “And I’m your assistant.”
Elvis shook his head and looked off to the side.
“I understand if you want to look for a new assistant-“ I started. His head snapped back to me, looking at me in bewilderment. I could swear I heard his neck snap at how fast he turned to me.
“I can stay and train them, make sure they’ll be good for you.” I continued.
“Wow, wow, wow. Doll.” He shook his head, his eyes wide “Relax.”
“No.” I shook my head at him “You shouldn’t have to be deal with a girl you just slept with. I can go pack right now if you want.” I just started spewing words out, knowing I still needed this job but if he wanted me gone then so be it, I couldn’t force him to keep me as his assistant.
“Jess! It’s okay.” Elvis said cutting me off “You’re right. Maybe the drinks did get to us, we had a nice night. We were enjoying ourselves and one thing led to another. It doesn’t have to be complicated.” He said calming me down “It was just a one time thing.” He swallowed thickly “It’s never going to happen again.”
“I’m really sorry Elvis.”
“Don’t apologize. You did nothing wrong.”
I nodded, agreeing with him.
“You alright?” He asked.
I nodded, not making eye contact with him.
“Pack your bags.” He said. My head snapped up, confused.
He chuckled “I mean for the tour, you idiot.”
“Oh.” I sighed, a small smile playing on my lips “Do you want anything to eat? I was making eggs.”
He sighed and shook his head “I’m not hungry, thanks. I’m goin’ to go wash up.” He said and walked out of the kitchen.
It wasn’t like him to reject food. The only good thing about this whole situation was the timing. Tomorrow we’ll be on tour so there won’t be a moment where we’ll be alone. So maybe this thing will blow over and we can move on and pretend it didn’t happen.
I took my food out to eat it by the pool since I needed sunshine. I couldn’t help but cringe recalling what I said to Elvis. I panicked and I don’t even remember half the things I said. Yet, he still made sure I was okay before he left. I wanted to tell Janice or Grace about what happened but I should just pretend this didn’t happen. Oh Grace would throw a party and tell me “I told you so.” because she was constantly saying there was tension between Elvis and I. I guess that tension will fade now that we slept together.
We had been on tour for a few days now. Elvis and I’s dynamic wasn’t the same, not that I was expecting us to just snap back to normal but he barely says two words to me. I missed our banter and jokes.
The best part of tour was seeing him on stage, singing, dancing and interacting with his fans. I couldn’t help but squirm when he would jut his hips to Polk Salad Annie, it reminded me way too much of that night.
We had just landed in New York and I was in the car with Elvis, Jerry, Red and Jo. Red was driving, Jo sat shotgun while I sat between Elvis and Jerry in the back. Both Jerry and Elvis had their legs sprawled open I chose to lean more towards Jerry given everything that happened between Elvis and me.
“Can I put a specific song?” I asked them.
“What song?” Elvis asked. I had a Frank Sinatra cassette tape with me just for New York.
I loved being in New York, just the hustle and bustle of the city. The beautiful architecture and just the excitement of being in the same place where many of my favorite movies were filmed.
“The perfect song to welcome us to the city.” I grinned.
Elvis smiled and shook his head at me “Go ahead.”
I grinned and reached forward to push the cassette into the stereo of the car.
“Theme from New York, New York” by Frank Sinatra blasted through the speakers of the car.
“Start spreading the news!” I sang loudly which made them all burst in laughter “I’m leaving today! I want to be a part of it!”
“New York! New York!” The guys and Elvis joined in which made me laugh. Obviously the only one that was harmonizing perfectly was Elvis while all of us were shouting the lyrics.
I smiled at Elvis, this was the first time things have felt relatively normal between us. Elvis smiled timidly back at me and turned to look outside the window.
“I can’t wait to have Joe’s pizza.” I said once it got silent.
“Let’s hope there’s time for us to get pizza since we’re leaving tonight.” Jerry replied.
We had a lot of back to back shows so we had to leave for the next show directly after. This is what I meant when I said we didn’t get the chance to actually explore the cities which was fine but I know how exhausted Elvis would get and I hated it. The Colonel is able to organize the tour in a better way to ensure Elvis actually rests instead of putting back to back shows. I was in charge of the hotels and transportation, so I made sure to book the best hotels, with the best level of security and within close proximity of the venue Elvis was preforming at. Like right now, we had booked the hotel room just for the day we weren’t actually going to spend the night but we needed a place to stay until the show starts.
Jerry ended up being right we had reached the end of the show and had to be on the plane in an hour. Elvis wanted to shower before the flight.
“Here.” I said and wrapped a towel around Elvis’ neck.
“Thanks doll.” He replied, wiping his forehead using the towel “Come to my dressing room in five minutes.” He said walking off.
Why did I get nervous, what did he want? It wasn’t like that was the first time he’s asked me to come to his dressing room but I still got nervous.
Five minutes on the dot I headed towards his dressing room.
“I wouldn’t go in there if I were you.” Jerry said, standing by the dressing room.
“He told me to come in 5 minutes.” I replied “Why?”
“Uh.” He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.
I looked at him confused and proceeded to knock on the door.
“Who is it?” Elvis grunted.
“It’s Jess!”
“Come in.” He panted.
Jerry’s eyes widened looking at me while I opened the door.
“Hey it’s been five min- oh my god!” I exclaimed, my jaw dropping to the floor.
Elvis was sat on the couch, his jumpsuit half off while there was a girl straddling his lap, fully naked, riding him.
I shut the door quickly, my heart racing. I could hear Elvis deep chuckle from the other side of the door. That son of a bitch.
I turned to look at Jerry with wide eyes.
“I tried to warn you.” Jerry smiled sheepishly.
“That fucking asshole.” I muttered, storming off. I felt my eyes sting with tears. What the hell was that? Why did he tell me to come in? And now why was I crying? I felt humiliated and it kind of stung to know he was sleeping with someone else. I’m in big trouble. I need to move on from this, I can’t be crying over my boss.
I didn’t wait around for Elvis, I walked to the hotel we were staying at and waited for everyone to get back to the hotel to get their bags. I went up to my room and wiped my tears. I have walked in on him with other girls and he’s constantly surrounded by new girls, why was it bothering me now? It shouldn’t.
We picked up our bags and I changed the car, siting with Charlie and the other guys. I really wasn’t in the mood to see Elvis, I saw him but avoided him.
“Jess! What are you doing?” He asked, confused when I started to duck to get into the other car.
“Oh, I’m riding with them.” I replied.
“No. You’re riding with us.” He said.
“It’s fine Elvis. I wanna catch up with Charlie.” I smiled at Charlie who slightly blushed and smiled back.
“It’s okay E.P., we’ll take care of her.” Charlie said. Elvis’ scowled, clenching his jaw.
“It’s just a 30 minute ride to the tarmac, I’ll see you in 30.” I replied, ducking into the car.
Elvis got into the car in front of ours and slammed the car door harshly.
I rolled my eyes at his behavior whenever he doesn't get his way he acted like a huge baby.
“Is E.P. mad at me?” Charlie asked.
“No, no Charlie. He isn’t mad at you.” I replied. He’s mad at me.
We got to Elvis’ personal plane and got on. I sat in middle rather than siting at the back with Elvis, I really didn’t want to interact with him. I shouldn’t be pissed off but I was. This definitely solidified that I was just another notch on his bedpost. I was confused with my feelings. I wish that night had never happened but at the same time I don’t.
I looked to the back seeing that Elvis and the guys still haven’t gotten here which was weird since they left before us. A few moments later, their car pulled up next to the plane and they got out. I was reading a book so I turned back to my book, not paying attention to them getting on.
Elvis passed me, not paying me any attention and headed to the back where he usually sat.
“Here.” Jerry said placing a large box of Joe’s Pizza on the table in front of me.
I grinned and looked up at him “Yum! When did you guys go get pizza?”
“E.P. insisted we pass by on our way to the tarmac.” Jerry replied, taking a opposite of me “He knows how much you wanted to get pizza, so we got some for the whole crew.”
There he goes doing things like that making my heart swell in happiness. I felt eyes burning into the back of my skull, I turned around in my seat to see Elvis looking at me. I smiled softly as a thanks for the pizza. He smiled back, nodding and looked down at his lap where his book was.
The next couple of months passed with a blink of an eye but everyone was ready to go back home. Unfortunately we still had a month and a half left of the tour. I could tell Elvis was exhausted, his body was in pain all the time. Every time I would check up on him, he would tell me to call in Dr. Nick. I hated seeing him like that, it really broke my heart knowing I couldn’t do anything to help him.
The show in Portland had just concluded, we were walking off backstage getting ready to go back to the hotel. When all of a sudden Elvis collapses.
“Elvis!” I shouted, Jerry grabbed on to him to soften his fall. I bent down and checked his pulse, just to be on the safe side.
I placed his head in my lap while Jerry shouted for them to get him water, everyone surrounded him in shock. I pushed his hair out of his sweaty forehead “Elvis.” I called out softly, running my hands through his hair.
Placing my hand on his cheek, he slowly stirred awake “Jess?” He said, his voice hoarse.
“Hey, I’m here.” I said.
He cupped the hand that was on his cheek and squeezed it.
“We need to get him up.” The Colonel said.
“Yes, let’s go back to the hotel and let him rest. We can’t leave yet.” I said.
“No!” The Colonel said “We need to be on the plane in two hours.”
“Colonel! Look at him!” I looked at him with wide eyes, is he insane.
“Well it’s not up to me or you, Jessica.” He replied. Oh how I despised this man “This is a Presley Enterprises decision.” He turned to Vernon.
“What can Dr. Nick do for him?” Vernon asked, as Dr. Nick bent down next to me to take a look at Elvis.
“Vernon.” I gasped softly, this is his son. And he’s not okay.
Dr. Nick nodded at Vernon and opened his bag that was filled with pills and injections. Elvis was still grabbing onto my hand, barely being able to keep his eyes open.
Dr. Nick inserted the drug into the injection, ready to inject Elvis when I pulled my hand from Elvis; grip and pushed away Dr. Nick’s hand that held the injection.
“I’m sorry. I’m not letting you do this to him. He needs to rest! At least just for tonight then we can fly out tomorrow morning!”
Everyone looked towards Vernon, no one daring to speak.
“Mr. Presley, please.” I begged, my eyes filling with unshed tears.
Vernon ran his hand through his hair, not knowing what to do. That fucking coward, scared to stand up against the Colonel.
“Okay, fine.”
The Colonel glared daggers my way but I couldn’t care less.
Elvis reached over and grabbed my hand once more, while I ran my fingers through his hair with the other hand.
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Your Heart is A Muscle the Size Of Your Fist (Ramshackle Glory)
I asked if I could get a ride/He said: “No, you don’t want to follow me/Where it is I’m going”/He backed out of the driveway/That was the last time we saw him/'Cause he drove straight to his parent’s cabin/And put a bullet in his head/Your heart is a muscle the size of your fist/Keep on loving, keep on fighting/And hold on, and hold on/Hold on for your life...
"This song is just a Lot. it feels like a punch to your chest. just one of those folk punk songs that tell a lot of rlly personal stories and connect you to humanity in a rlly painful and visceral and vulnerable way and it rlly compels you to contemplate ur own mortality and just. live your life. and try rlly rlly hard to live and love and learn as much as possible. fuck dude."
Sunlight (Hozier)
All the tales the same/Told before and told again/A soul that's born in cold and rain/Knows sunlight, sunlight, sunlight/And at last can grant a name/To a buried and a burning flame/As love and its decisive pain/Oh, my sunlight, sunlight, sunlight
But whose heart would not take flight/Betray the moon as acolyte/On first and fierce affirming sight of/Sunlight, sunlight, sunlight/I had been lost to you, sunlight/And flew like a moth to you, sunlight, oh, sunlight/Oh, your love is sunlight
"I come down with the shivers and start hyperventilating when i hear this song and it makes me want to go outside which is the scariest part"
"I'm not gonna go full infodump here but this song is Peak Vash and Nicholas D. Wolfwood from Trigun-- specifically Nick's feelings towards Vash. Vash's (literal) evil twin brother Knives hired (read: threatened to eradicate the orphanage he kidnapped Nick from as a child if he didn't do what he was told) Nick to act as bodyguard for Vash and guide him to where Knives wants him to go so he can manipulate him for his own gain. Like, he chose the name Knives. This bitch is crazy beyond crazy but this ain't about him. Nick starts out 100% willing to guide Vash like a lamb to slaughter because he HAS to for the orphanage, and this is just some random guy he doesn't know or care about. But then he gets to know Vash, how good of a person he is despite the shit the world (and Knives) has put him through. How he'd rather risk his own life and health than kill another person because he believes he doesn't get to make that choice for people. And despite being someone who'd rather shoot first, pray for them after, Nick starts trying to wound rather than kill just because Vash doesn't like it. It puts them both at risk and he fusses and argues about it and still kills sometimes but he tries anyways. Eventually he decides that he'll do what he can to protect Vash from Knives without provoking him to destroy the orphanage. He ends up caring about him deeply against his own will to the point that his idea of Eden would be to live with Vash and their friends in a peaceful world where none of them have to fight and die. In the manga, Nick's dying request is to see Vash smile again- the genuine smile that he's complimented every time he's seen it. Vash can't give him that, because he knows Nick would see that it was a forced smile. Instead, he just sits with him until he dies. Afterwards, Vash kills willingly for the first time in his entire life (over 150 years. He's not human btw) in order to protect Nick's childhood friend Livio. He wouldn't just do that for just any friend or ally, no, that was out of love. Love so strong he could go against his own mother's teachings that all life matters and people don't get to choose when a life ends, the thing that has kept Vash pacifist all these years, to keep someone that mattered to Nick alive. So while Nick never knew that Vash cared for him the same way he did him, the fact matters that he does."
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Stickronpa - Prologue part 2
-We all looked at Purple and then in the direction they were looking... It was a dark blue stickman... Was he... Purple's father...?-
???:"Um... You...? Here..?"
-He looked at Purple with a cold stare, he then looked at all of us and saw them hiding behind Yellow.-
???:"Hump, still being weak like before hun?"
-He crossed his arms staring at us coldly, Green didn't like what he called them...-
Green:"Nice to meet you.... I'm Green, Ultimate Musician... And you...?"
Indigo:"Indigo is my nickname, and I prefer to be called that! But others also call me Regular Blue, and my Title is the Ultimate Champion!"
Indigo:"I see you haven't changed a bit since the last time we saw each other...."
-Purple was silent...-
Indigo:".... How is your mother..?"
Purple:"...!"
Indigo:"I never heard from her again... How is she...?"
-Purple kept silent...-
Purple:"s-she is...."
-I looked at Green, he looked nervous too... What happened between this family...?-
Purple:"She.... She's fine! And-she's doing very well..."
-I felt that they wanted to cry...-
Indigo:"Ah.... Good for her..."
-He looked to the side and then walked away. Purple started to hyperventilate and Green tried to calm them down.-
???:"Hey, are you ok? If you need it, there's a kitchen in this place! I can get you a glass of water!"
Green:"Thanks for the offer, but who are you?"
-This woman in purple had appeared. She smiles nervously.-
Night:"Oh! Sorry about that, I saw his friend like that and got worried. But in the end, my name is Night, and I'm the Ultimate Spy!"
Red:"Wow!! Are you really a spy??"
Night:"Well, more or less, I've just been hired by a worldwide protection Agency! The last thing I remember is getting me ready for a mission, but other than that I'm kind of new to this kind of business!"
-She kept a firm and motherly posture, shouldn't she be an Ultimate sister, mother or guardian?-
Night:"But in the end, I was serious about it! They need water to calm themselves down better..."
-She puts her hand on Purple's shoulder gently, Purple seemed calmer...-
Purple:"T-thank you...."
Night:"excellent!"
-She smiles with a thumbs up. That other Stick person approaches her from behind.-
???:"Miss Night, I see you're settling in!"
Night:"Yes doc. The better we get to know each other, the better it will be for us to work together to find a way out of here!"
-Were they some kind of doctor?-
Smoke:"Good to know. I'm Professor/Doctor Smoke, I'm the Ultimate Scientist."
Yellow:"Are you a Scientist??? Wow amazing!!"
-Yellow starts acting like a fangirl, Even though we've just met them.-
Blue:"Nice to have a scientist here with us, huh?"
Green:"Yes, that can be of great help!"
???:"I don't see how he can help anyone! We're stuck, stuck hear??"
-We turn to face a stickman with a red scarf.-
???:"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to alarm you... I just want to make sure everyone is safe and free!"
Red:"very considerate of you!"
Blue:"Yeah, but how could you do that?"
???:"I promised all Stick people in the world that I would protect them! And that includes all of you!"
-Protect all sitick people?-
Freedom:"I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself, my name is Freedom guy, many call me Free, I'm the Ultimate Freedom Fighter!"
Night:"...."
-Night stared at him, what was she thinking...?-
Red:"What does that mean?"
Freedom:"this title I believe was given to me for my accomplishments in freeing Stick figures from slavery several years ago!"
Blue:"S-slavery??"
Red:"How horrible!! Who would do that??"
Freedom:"...."
-He was silent, facing the ground and clenching his fists tightly...-
Freedom:"Creators...."
Yellow:"....."
Blue:"....."
Red:"oh...."
Green:"shit...."
Second:"..... You're kidding, right?"
Freedom:"Oh... You... You must be the type that has a "nice" Creator."
-He sounded a little....cold...-
???:"Don't care about him..."
-I jumped, where did he come from??-
???:"Hahaha, I'm so sorry Kiddo! But don't care much for him! He hates Creators, but don't feel so bad!"
-He spoke in a youthful tone, but clearly he was much older than he sounded...-
Sombra:"Oh! Where were my manners?? My name is Sombra, I am the Ultimate Shadow Storyteller!"
-He looks at Freedom Guy with a smirk on his face. Do they know each other? That's what it looks like because Freedom snorts and walks away from us.-
Red:"Do you tell shadow stories??? This is so cool!!!"
Sombra:"Yup Kiddo! It's more of a hobby than a profession! Sometimes I enjoy telling stories to an audience, tales, fables, folklore, legends and stories! It's very captivating and catches the attention of many!"
-He said with a big smile on his face. He was charismatic but something about him made me...uncomfortable....-
Sombra:"Well it was nice meeting you kiddos! See ya soon!"
-He says goodbye to us. I look at Yellow, she was counting who was present among us in the hall.-
Yellow:"14... There are 14 of us here..."
Red:"15!"
-Everyone looks at where red is getting ready, one more person had entered the room!"
???:"I see I'm not alone in this place..."
-It was another one in orange, like me and MT! But... Younger, and... With hair?-
Orange:"But what- what the fuck is that on your head??"
???:"Hair."
Orange:"Stick figures don't have hair!!"
Night:"I am proof of that..."
-Blue was almost laughing.-
Dusk:"Let's get this over with, my name is Dusk, I'm the Ultimate Prodigy."
Sombra:"By the way, I know very well that there are Stick people who have hair! It's just unusual! But not impossible!"
Orange:"I've never seen anything like it!"
Dusk:"Right.
Second:"Well... It's nice to meet you!"
Dusk:"I'm not sure about you..."
-huh? what is that supposed to mean?-
-Before I could ask anything...-
*BAHM*
-The door opened with force and everyone turned their attention to the entrance....-
Orange:"Impossible....YOU!!??"
???:"How long ago Orange..."
-A woman in white... MT knows her...?-
Orange:"I should already suspect!! You who brought us here!!"
???:"~Wah Orange! How can I be if I have no idea how I got here either?~
-She spoke in a sympathetic tone, but that only seemed to irritate Orange.-
Orange:"Don't come with your tricks you bitch!! I know you're behind this!!"
-I couldn't believe it... Until she opened a sly smile....-
???:"I don't need to hide anything, but it would be fun..."
Orange:"I know you're behind this!!! This is one of your sick little games!!"
???:"Oh, how I wish..."
-She laughed, her laugh made me shiver...-
Eraser:"Well, if I'm going to be stuck with you useless people... I better introduce myself. I'm White Silver! Better known as Eraser, the Ultimate Manipulator... ~Nice to meet you...~"
-her voice shifts between that deep, intimidating voice to that soft, docile voice... It give me the creepys...-
Orange:"Just admit it!! You who brought us here!!"
Green:"Calm down Orange! We don't know that!"
Blue:"Yeah man! Calm down!"
Eraser:"I already told you, idiot! I have nothing to do with it!"
Second:"If... If you don't have then who–"
-I couldn't finish my sentence before the lights went out.-
Red:"AAAAHHHH!!!"
-I felt Red grab my arm in fear.-
Yellow:"What's up??? blue?? Green??"
Blue:"I'm here Yelly!! Don't worry!"
-We all got close, and then the lights came on the stage.-
???:"Oh! Everyone is here at last!!"
Chosen:"Who are you??"
Freedom:"You who trapped us here??"
???:"We can say yes! It was me! And no, she has nothing to do with it!"
Orange:"What!!??"
???:"ish! You're annoying, old man!!"
Orange:"OLD MEN!!???"
-We looked at the stage which was surrounded by smoke.-
???:"I was waiting for you, you know? It took a while for everyone to arrive that there was even part two!! Haha ha!!"
-W-what were they talking about...?"
???:"But finally everyone is in one place!! Because now...."
-Whoever was on stage took a long pause... And then...-
???:"I! I'm your host!! responsible for watching you participants!!"
Red:"Participants?? Is this some kind of game??"
Blue:"Who put this brat as a host???"
Monostick:"Brat??? HAHA!!! I have no age, gender and much less sexuality!!! I am Monostick!! And yes small reddish!! This is a game!! A really fun one that I'm sure You Will love!!"
Dusk:"And what would it be..?"
Monostick:"A killing game, of course!"
-Everyone stops in shock... They... They can't be serious... Right...?-
Blue:"Hehe... Hehe... You... Are you kidding, right..? This is some silly prank isn't it?? HUH???"
Monostick:"nope! I'm 500% sure it's a killing game!"
Yellow:"What the fuck?!"
Green:"what the fuck in deed!!"
Sombra:"Let me guess... Do you want us to kill each other...?"
Monostick:"Yea!! You're so smart you'll get a cookie!!"
Smoke:"And why would we do that...?"
Monostick:"Simple! To be able to be free!!"
Freedom:"Free??"
Monostick:"You must have realized by now that you are trapped in this place, with no exit, no windows, no outside communication! You are trapped!! At least..."
Indigo:"At least what??"
Monostick:"At least until someone commits murder!!"
-W-what!? T-that will never happen!! Nobody would agree with that!!-
Eraser:"What would the rules be?"
-Everyone looks at her...-
Orange:"You're not thinking about-"
Eraser:"To participate? Why not? ~Maybe it will be fun...~"
-Those who were close to her moved away, they were sure to be even more suspicious....-
-I felt a pain in my chest, why.... Why is this happening???-
-Where are we??? What happened for us to be here??? Why??? why??? why???-
Red:"Sec..?"
-Red hugged my arm shaking with fear... I was also very afraid... Hyperventilating... In Panic.... In despair....-
Monostick:"Now! I'll explain the rules! To be able to receive your freedom, You can kill at least two people and not get caught after a trial!-
Night:"Trial?"
Monostick:"Yea! A trial takes place after an investigation once they find a body! After half an hour of investigating for clues, you will be taken to the trial ground! Where would you survivors point fingers at who you think is the killer!"
Sombra:"What if we don't get the right one...?"
Monostick:"Hihihi! Then everyone but the killer will be punished! And the killer can go! But if you get the right one, only the killer will be punished and the rest of you will stay here until another murder happens!!"
Dusk:"And what kind of punishment would that be...?"
-Monostick paused for a long time with an evil smile...-
Monostick:"An execution!"
-Everyone is in shock... Everyone in complete disbelief...-
Monostick:"Now that everyone knows about the rules, I hope you make good use of everything here, at least until a murder happens... MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!"
-And then.... They disappeared laughing Machiavelliically...-
-The hall was completely silent... I was in Panic and Red was squeezing my arm in tears...-
Indigo:"One more reason not to trust anyone..."
Chosen:"That's what that freak wants with us... That we don't trust anyone..."
-everyone looks at each other...-
-they were looks of distrust... fear, seriousness... despair...-
-All those looks were too much... I... I couldn't take it.... I wanted to scream but... But... I just...-
Green:"Second!!"
*TUHD*
-I... blacked out...-
-This was the beginning of a life of despair... Fear and mistrust... A life I wasn't ready for...-
-Even with my friends... I can't take it all...-
-I can't... Can't... I can't... I... Can't... I... I..-
End of Prologue
[To be continued..]
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can i request riddler, mad hatter, and scarecrow reacting to the reader faking their death?
like where reader “dies” and for some reason the rogues go to where reader’s body is being kept and they just see reader unzip the body bag and climb out like nothing happened. maybe a bit angsty like the rogues are preparing to say their final goodbyes and reader is just like lol gotcha
maybe they had to flee the place where reader died and assumed they would be following them and then heard the news that they died? idk u decide lol
ty! and dw if u don’t want to do this ask i’ve just been thinking abt it for a bit
Riddler
When he heard the news he couldn't believe, why would they risk their life?
Goes to the crime scene to look for clues
There are signs of fight and blood but he still cannot accept it
Finds morgue where their body is, he needs to see it for himself to be sure, even though his heart is racing when he moves hand towards the zipper
And he almost has heart attack when it moves on it's own just to see S/O sitting
"Oh, hey Eddie."
Do you know how much he worried you stupid bit-!
Okay he deserved the slap but they should told him about their plan!
Ask what was the reason S/O said they saw some shady business going and there were people following them so they decided to keep low profile
Is annoyed that they didn't went to him for help but wants to make this gang would out of the picture soon so they can be together again
Scarecrow
Place that they were let out fear gas turned into chaos and they had to flee since it's started to be dangerous
They separated but Jonathan knew they would be able to get to him so he run
After some time they still weren't at home and he started to worry, he turned on TV to see if S/O wasn't accidentally caught
Reporter said that situation was under control but there was casualty and described look of person which was S/O
His heart sinks and pilot falls out his hand
Starts hyperventilating; How could he left them with place full of toxin!? In that chaos?!
Finds where they took S/O and goes there with their favorite flower to say goodbye
Just stands in door not sure how to start just for bag to open and for S/O to get out of there
They look happy they see him but he just stands dumbfounded
Gets SO angry, he thought they died! He was in beginning of mourning just to turn out to be fake!
Just screams at S/O as loud as he could until his voice breakes and he realize he's crying
Seeing him like that S/O realize their mistake and takes his face into hands, wiping tears away
"My handsome Crow, I'm so sorry. Please don't cry."
It was first time he cared for someone so much, he doesn't want to feel this way again
Mad Hatter
He wouldn't leave S/O, they probably went with his plan on their own
Just waits until they'll come, he makes tea party for their arrival
After they're late he just looks at his watch every minute waiting until he decides something isn't right
Sends one of henchmen to find out where they are and he comes back looking scared
He tells the news of S/O dying just for Jervis to sit in silence before rapidly standing out and shouting
Demands to know where he heard that, doesn't believe that and calls henchmen incompetent before storming off to find them
When he finds their body just runs towards it and opens just for him and S/O to hit foreheads
Is so thrilled to know they're okay and hugs S/O
S/O needed diversion but didn't had one so pretended to be dead
Jervis praises them for their smarts but pleases to make some diversion with him next time
They just go back to hide out and very confused henchmen
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“I need to know what you meant earlier by my time, [brother]. I keep coming back to that, and I’ve seen that you choose your words carefully, and I know my time was no mistake. Please.” His anxiety and fear was almost paralyzing in its strength, the only thing which kept him from hiding and throwing himself back into the nightmares was his curiosity. Icarus was completely still, for once. He glanced at Tim to make sure he hadn’t woken up.
Bold of Icarus to assume Jason didn't know Ancient Greek -- one of his closest friends was an Amazon. He caught it, but let it slide. "I don't think it's linear, since we're from different universes, and I'm not the historian of the family, but... Greece as you know it was over two thousand years ago."
“Oh.” Icarus felt something crack. It got a bit harder to breathe. “How long have you known about this?” His heart was beating perfectly fine, that fucking traitor. “How long have you known that everyone I once knew was dead? How long would it have taken you to tell me if I didn’t ask so many stupid questions?” His voice was quiet, but the tone was furious. He noticed his knees almost touched Jason, and his expression turned pained. He moved away, avoiding any contact, physical or that of their eyes. “How long would it have taken you to tell me that everyone and everything I cared about there was dead? Why did you put off telling me?” His arms wrapped around his stomach to hopefully ease it some. It didn’t help. There was a pressure in his veins and in his head and it was shrieking. It was so loud and it sounded like the pleas of a father to be forgiven and it hurt. Tears began to well in his eyes. “Why didn’t you just tell me? Does he know? Was anything you told me real?” He was trembling, then. He curled in on himself, and in his eyes was such agony. He was mourning a million things, all at once. “Did either of you mean it when you said I could be safe, that I could live with you, that I could meet your family and maybe even be a part of it? Did I die alone in your world? Oh wait, I’m sure I did. If my father was anything like the one in your world, I know I did. At least that Icarus died in peace.” His next words, the ones which would have hurt lost stuck in his throat. I wish I had never come here. I wish I had never met either of you. I wish I had just died. Everything would have been so much simpler. It’s partially true at least and they don’t get it. He wanted to hurt. He needed to hurt. He had to make his br- Tim and Jason understand what was happening in his chest. His heart was tearing apart and he wished he didn’t care so much. Furious tears began to fall down his cheeks.
Jason forced himself to stay still, despite the hammering of mistake, mistake, mistake in his head. "I didn't want to hurt you." Mistake. "It didn't even occur to me until you mentioned priests and kings." Mistake. "I thought Tim would have told you." Mistake. "I'm sorry, I should have told you from the start."
You can't do anything right.
He held Tim slightly tighter, counting his heartbeats.
"We meant it when we said you could stay," he added softly. "I-- neither of us wanted to hurt you. We just wanted you to feel safe. I'm sorry."
"Well, he didn't. And you didn't either. Fuck-" The rushing in Icarus' head was so loud and it was getting harder to breathe, but his stupid, idiotic, open, bleeding heart continued beating. "It goes two ways, I told you everything. I told you about him. And... and..." The fury in his veins was burning him. He needed to get it out, it hurt, he had to get away before he burned the only people left in his world he cared about. "It hurts. I trust you both and now my blood is burning me, and my heart is being ripped out but I'm still here." He was hyperventilating by that point, and his eyes were wild with panic. He pulled gently at the hoodie, at the part above his heart. Words were trying to escape, but they were trapped behind some fucking barrier in his own head again. The tears kept falling.
He couldn't breathe enough, and he could only hope that Jason understood. He hoped, with the functioning part of his head, that Jason noticed the present tense of trust.
But he had bigger problems.
"I know," Jason said, fighting the urge to reach out and hug Icarus because he knew that would be the wrong move. "And I shouldn't have put off telling you -- clearly exhaustion is nothing compared to this. And you deserve to be told the truth and to have people you can trust. And you have every right to be angry with me." Even though it hurt, worse than the time he'd taken a knife to the gut or a bullet to the shoulder. Stupid emotions.
Icarus put his hands at his throat and gently squeezed before both hands went back to his chest, holding the tatters together. He couldn't stop crying and his head was bowed to hide it, despite how much harder it made breathing. A whimper came from his throat as the rage continued to rampage through his veins and burn everything it touched.
He wished he could speak but his words had shut down. It was so frustrating and he wanted to scream.
"In through your nose, out through your mouth," Jason said, so desperate to control his feelings that that desperation was all he felt. Counterintuitive, but at least he wasn't angry. "If you need to take a walk, do that. I can also shut up."
Icarus immediately got up. He cringed and looked to Tim before he tried to meet Jason's eyes. I don't forgive you. I love you. He slipped out of the room like a ghost, leaving behind one paper in his rush. It was the drawing of Solace, looking concerned.
Jason let out a choked breath and dipped his head, resting his forehead against the top of Tim's head. "Fuck."
That about summed it up.
Tim was just kind of unconsciously vibing in absolute terror, but he was definitely fine. Yep. Actually, being curled against Jason was helping, and so was the tightness of the blanket, but there was only so much those things could do in the face of sheer panic.
Tim woke up with a start -- he was shaking so badly that Jason had to put both arms around him just to be able to keep him balanced.
"It's okay," Jason said as evenly as he could manage, trying to keep his own surging worry under control. "Breathe."
"Where's Icarus?" Tim managed.
"I fucked up," Jason muttered.
Tim shook his head -- that wasn't an answer.
"I told him about the time gap."
Tim stopped breathing. That-- Jason had-- Icarus would--
He couldn't even form the words, just that something about that was so, terribly wrong, and he could feel the anxiety and panic dig its claws in deeper, his heart stammering to pick up speed to match his racing, incomprehensible thoughts.
Jason could feel his brother's panic, and it broke his heart. He hadn't been this helpless since--
Absolutely not.
He forced the memory down with every ounce of resistance he had left.
And that's when the Pit raised its head. You know how to end this.
He did, and his mind immediately began making the calculations. Who was alone? What could he use?
He started to get up-- but Tim clung to his arm with a death grip, like he was drowning. "I know what you're thinking."
"Tim."
"Please don't leave me here," Tim whispered, and it was that that made Jason sit back down and hold his brother closer, against the screaming of the Pit.
HELLO???? IM KIND OF OBSESSED WIRH THIS TBH
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Vent post. Ignore this if you want. Just keep scrolling if you don't want to see a vent post
I'm going to be turning 21 in a few days and I'm really not looking forward to the inevitable family argument caused by dad. Every year, he takes some of my birthday treat and acts like I'm the bad person. He does not need any of the pizza and we both know it.
Don't get me wrong. I do not have a problem with plus sized people, but you get no sympathy from me if you complain about being unable to lose weight near constantly and talk about how much you hurt when eating restaurant food but then turn around and take restaurant pizza bought for me on my birthday that I consider a luxury item and I'm already suffering in silence most of the week waiting for grocery day to arrive so I can get any food at all while my bones have painful disagreements with my ever-shrinking flesh.
And the conflict might be even worse this year because mom and dad have been arguing more and more lately about the subject that my dad doesn't care at all about the future of his children and how he only cares about himself.
Heck, in one of their more recent arguments 2 and a half days ago, dad randomly calls my name for no reason very loudly while I'm in my room minding my own business, as quiet as usual and I got startled so badly that I jumped while sitting down, nearly had a heart attack, lost the ability to think words for probably 30 seconds, and started hyperventilating.
It seems as though I got spooked so badly that it had lasting effects. Been jumping and panicking at the slightest sounds, and I got a super bad fever yesterday that hasn't gone away. Is that like- a thing that happens? Can someone be scared that badly?
Oh and he kept randomly calling my name throughout his and mom's argument which kept increasing my panic and kept increasing the length of the argument because of mom getting onto him about freaking me out on purpose and he starts playing the victim.
Why does he hate me so much anyway? I'm either in my room quietly minding my own business or outside running around quietly minding my own business. I just want all the unnecessary conflict to stop
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Love behind the bars
Chapter: 1(The Quest for Escape)
Kim taehyung is a mentally ill boy. He has severe bipolar disorder and this made him fight with everyone.
Jungkook is a doctor in the psychiatric hospital & He is trying to improve taehyung's condition very hard. At first sight it might seem like...He is just doing his Job as a doctor....But only He knew why he was being so obsessed with Taehyung....It was 8 Pm, taehyung was fighting with another patient and pulling his hair strongly and hitting him, and then Jungkook entered and screamed at taehyung.
"Stop," he said sharply.
"Stop coming towards me! I hate everyone!( taehyung said as loud as he could)
"Keep calm now," jungkook said sharply. He grabbed taehyung's arms tight so he wouldn't move, and held his hands tightly and pushed him against the wall.
"Do you want me to stop you?" jungkook said in a firm and cold voice, and he put a stern stare at taehyung.
taehyung immediately calmed down...but started to breath heavily....he didn't want to show weakness so immediately tried to break the hold on him but failed since jungkook was very tall and muscular...taehyung then started to have a slight panic attack
"Let go....let go..."taehyung yelled struggling.... he seemed to be very scared and didn't know what to do...he never met with someone who can control him before....as he was known to be one of the most ''dangerous patient''
"Be quiet," Jungkook said and took a step closer towards him while his hands were still holding taehyung's hands pinned on the wall, making him unable to move.
"Don't try to move your hands or yell," he said firmly. "Because I know how to deal with people like you," he whispered quietly while staring at taehyung coldly.
He let go of taehyung's hands and came even more close, making him trembling with fear when he was so near."I'm warning you,' jungkook said. "Calmly."
taehyung immediately started to feel afraid...& he stoped struggling and started to shiver with fear....he never met anyone like jungkook before....someone who have full control over him...he didn't know what to do so he just stood quietly.... he was trembling slightly and started to feel very scared....his fear was eating him alive....
"D... Dont... Touch me" taehyung said with a trembling voice.. he was about to cry but didn't want to show how weak he was....
Jungkook then got closer to his face until he is only one inch away. Now all taehyung could feel was jungkook's warm breath on his face and the strong body heat.
"I said don't move," jungkook repeated, trying to hold back his anger. "Now, look at me," he said, staring at taehyung.
He put the tip of his finger on taehyung's chin, gently lifting taehyung's chin so that his face facing him. Now he's only able to see him and not the surrounding, and he didn't lose any eye contact with taehyung
."......."
taehyung mumbled quietly.... It's almost like he was hypnotizing him..
"Good boy," jungkook said quietly and took away his finger from taehyung's chin and slowly backed off. With that he released taehyung from his grip and he stepped back.
"Keep being quiet and calm," jungkook said firmly, keeping his eye contact on taehyung , but now with less anger on his eyes.
"Don't move around like that anymore," he said, his lips formed a small smile. "That's not necessary when you're under my care and my protection," he said, in a more softer voice.
"......"
taehyung gulped....he felt s like jungkook was controlling him easily with his calm but aggressive attitude...and he didn't know how to feel about but at the same time he kinda liked it.... he slowly tried to take deep breaths since he was hyperventilating earlier.he finally calmed down...and kept quiet......
"But you need to understand one thing," jungkook said. "The next time you act out again, I will use more forceful methods to calm you down."
"Understood?"
"...do you mean...hitting me...?...." taehyung asked with a fear in his eyes.
"You don't need to worry about that for now. If you show some good progress, it won't come to that."jungkook said.
His hands suddenly wrapped around taehyung's arms and he pulled him close again, making him trembling from fear. "However, if your condition gets worse like before.. I'll have no choice," jungkook said.
"I will use physical ways," he said while his hands are holding taehyung's arms tightly, with his knuckles almost whitened. "And I will make sure you won't act out anymore," he said sternly.
taehyung gulped down his fear and slowly spoke up...
"...What exactly...you will...do..."
"Do I seriously need to say what I will do?" jungkook asked and kept staring at taehyung, his hands still wrapped around taehyung's arm.
"...You're a smart Boy. I'm sure you know what I mean," jungkook said with slight arrogance, with a slight smirk on his lips.
"Don't make me spell it out," he then said, and taehyung could still see coldness in jungkook's eyes, but there's more dominance than before. Jungkook kept silent, and just stared at taehyung, waiting for his response.
"You want a hint, do you?" jungkook asked, his hands now gripped taehyung's arms even more tightly, his grip strong, almost a bit painful .
"Well then,"I can take you to a private room, lock the door behind us and then..." he takes long pause, making taehyung feel tensed.
"whimper....."
taehyung lets out a small whimper...his breath is heavy..... and it felt hot...he swallowed down the lump in his throat.
"Shhh," jungkook said ."Tell me, are you afraid of me?" he asked very calmly, but his tone of voice is still cold.
"Yes...I'm am afraid....you seem more insane than me!! and.... taehyung spoke.
but before finishing his sentence he ran to his cell pushing jungkook harshly.
"You can't run away from me that easily.." jungkook's voice is now filled with arrogant, like he own taehyung at that moment. "I have the key to this cell...and the password as I'm your doctor you can see.., so don't even think you can lock the door and hide yourself away from me..."Jungkook said entering taehyung's dark cell.
Taehyung slowly looked back at him..... he felt like he was in a trap then.... the lustful gaze...the arrogance...everything....he started to feel like he was shaking inside....it felt like a maze to him..."......please..I won't shout or act rude with anyone...don't hurt me!!''
"I know..." Jungkook said, his voice is still filled with arrogance.
"But why would I stop?"
he moved away from the door and locked it, so no one could enter the room.
"Besides..." he took a step closer to taehyung smiling a bit like a hunter.
"I'm your doctor, but that doesn't mean I can't have fun..." jungkook said, his voice was then filled with lust and he was almost breathless too. ''specially when such a delicious meal is in front of me...its hard not to taste it''..he chuckled.
"......w-wait..why do i feel like you're the mentally unstable one here?!."
taheyung mumbles quietky...his body started to shake more... his whole body was trembling from fear....and his throat felt like it was closing up.... his breathing got faster.... he didn't wanna do anything with jungkook or anyone....hiis mind was drowning him in fear...
He felt the flashback from his past... the way he couldn't do anything about his stepfather hurting him...abusing him... and the fear he felt when nobody would help..nobody would hear his screams... he felt the fear again then..the same terror of being abused physically which caused him to have bipolar disorder... and his heart was suddenly beating rapidly.... the same memory kept replaying itself ....he wanted to disappear ....he wanted to unalive his existence..
Jungkook moved even closer to HIM and now both of their bodies were touching, his chest pressing against taehyung's.
''You can keep acting like you don't want to do this, but that's not going to stop me from having my fun," jungkook said and his hand moved a bit lower, started to grip taehyung's hip areas, his fingers sliding slightly to the side to grip taehyung's thighs. As he pushed taehyung slightly on the bed with a smirk.
Taehyung gasped heavily...and his body trembled even more... his hand was gripping the bed...nails digging on the bedframe..... he felt his breathing got short...he could feel jungkook's grip on his thigh..his legs were shaking...he WAS starting to drool on himself....''for god sake...no!!!...mercy me......""Do you know how much i wanted to do this from the last 4 years?..."Jungkook said with a smirk.
''what do you mean!? you had just meet me today...'' taehyung asked in confusion with worried face and more fear in his eyes.
Jungkook didn't explained himself and just started to laugh horribly....making taehyung shiver in an unfamiliar fear...
Jungkook took HIS hands from the bedframe and pinned it above HIS head, so HE wouldn't be able to resist. His lips moved to HIS neck and I started to leave slight bruises from the sucking he WAS Doing. he WAS enjoying every single moment of this....finally, his plan was working after so many years....
taehyung's body went through an array of sensations...the pressure of jungkook's body on his body was making him slightly overwhelmed...his body tensed up and he felt his toes curling... his body trembled more...and his breath got even louder... his hand started to quiver... but he was unable to resist as Jungkook was holding both his hands above his head......making him feel powerless...and vulnerable...
Jungkook's hand was slowly going up and down taehyung's thighs giving him shivers . He slid up and down slowly, moving his fingers in a circular motion.....as if he was an pro at these activites...
taehyung's whole body was trembling because of the sensation jungkook was giving, the tight grip on his hands, his hot breath hitting taehyung's neck, and his other hands sliding up and down taehyung's thighs. The sensation was simply too much for taehyung's body to handle.
Jungkook suddenly stopped moving when he heard a knock on the door. His body was still pressed up closely against taehyung's.
It took him a few seconds to break out of the lustful mood that the situation had put him in.
He slowly moved his hands from taehyung's legs, and slowly backed away from him.
He looked at the door before going silent and then speaking again.
"Who is it?" he asked with annoyance.
"Uhmm..doctor...its me....the janitor.... I just have to clean the cell....that's all..."
the janitor said as she felt like she had heard some noises from inside...
"The janitor...? Alright, come in..." he said quietly.
"We still have some work to complete..." he said to taehyung, before whispering quietly.
"Just play along and let him clean the room...ok?" he whispered with a cold tone.
.......(T0 BE CONTINUED).......
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Okay this is just for fun. I saw a NH shipper person comment on a strictly Sns platform ( don't know why they bother) say that Sasuke was jealous of Hinata. When someone else replied that he wasn't even aware of her existence and Naruto literally ignored her confession in pein arc and right away went pining for Sasuke and in the next arc, repeated the same lines to Sasuke as Hinata (guessing Hinata's lines are retconned since there's no way Kishi wrote her lines before Naruto's to Sasuke), this was their response:
no he didn’t he just forgot u can tell that he liked her because he was worried if she was injured or not and he really think Sasuke was his first ever friend that got me annoyed cause like shikamaru and choji was always there for him and he straight up and said that I love Naruto but he can be dumb sometimes and the only reason he was chasing after Sasuke was 2 things kinda 1. Was the promise that Naruto and Sakura had form the Sasuke saving arc episodes
2. So he can get there bond back together so Sasuke wouldn’t break it forever I’m clearly not dumb I actually watched the anime and fell in love with the plot and the characters instead of shipping Sasuke and Naruto for the kisses and there rivalry I ship Naruhina because hinata was always there for Naruto since they were 3? She didn’t care he had the nine tails in him she was the first to admire him and she literally confessed to him she’s a strong girl and she had a good character development Naruto will protect his friends to Sasuke he’s like a brother to him he loves Sasuke as much as he loves all his friends in the hidden leave village including gaara we all know Naruto liked Sakura and we know why but it was never confirmed that Sasuke liked Naruto but he might’ve liked Sakura in one of the Naruto movies with the actor he looked jealous Sakura was fangirling and he was like 😒 or 😐
(Anon again) So yeah.....levels of delusion are just crazy...
Gosh!!! This is not fun at all, Anon. Don't you pity me??? 😩😩😩😩
These shippers are just lunatics to the power of million.
he just forgot u can tell that he liked her because he was worried if she was injured
According to Naruto (the character's) standards, his reaction was pretty substandard as compared to how he worried for other people before. He just felt her Chakra in Sage mode and found that she was fine... Aaand that's all. He didn't even bothered to ask her 'How does she feel?'
he really think Sasuke was his first ever friend that got me annoyed cause like shikamaru and choji was always there for him and he straight up and said that I love Naruto but he can be dumb sometimes
This is what I call, 'Cockblocking'. There you go, I said it.
Before Shikamaru and Chouji gave any damn about Naruto's strength, Sasuke realized Naruto's pain when they were just 8.
By Land of the Waves arc, he already offered up his life. So, I would appreciate them if they stop spouting such bullshit.
1. Was the promise that Naruto and Sakura had form the Sasuke saving arc episodes
There you go, he said it. It's not for the promise he made with Sakura. He wants to do it for himself.
2. So he can get there bond back together so Sasuke wouldn’t break it forever
I don't even understand what this means. But do they even know anything about Sasuke???
I’m clearly not dumb I actually watched the anime and fell in love with the plot and the characters instead of shipping Sasuke and Naruto for the kisses and there rivalry I ship Naruhina because hinata was always there for Naruto since they were 3?
Well, that person is dumb actually. Why did that person bring up some filler shit?? I agree Anime added few stuffs in Pain Arc. But it was not when they were at age 3.. It was around when they were 6 or 7, where he saved Hinata from bullies and Hinata kept her eyes on him ever since.
She just stalked him creepily but never provided any emotional support. So, ignore that creepo.
She didn’t care he had the nine tails in him she was the first to admire him and she literally confessed to him she’s a strong girl and she had a good character development
None of Naruto's peers knew about Nine Tails until Part 2. How come Hinata knew this before?
Talk about Character Development... Pffft.... She Stalked, Naruto kun..... She Stalked, Naruto-kunnnn.... She Fainted, Naruto-kunnn She Clowned before pain, She Orgasmed over Neji's dead body, Naruto-kunnnn, Your hand is big and warm.....Poof..... She got Naruto-Kun's Duck.
Naruto will protect his friends to Sasuke he’s like a brother to him he loves Sasuke as much as he loves all his friends in the hidden leave village including gaara
Ahhh, This Brother bullshit. Nobody will declare to die along with their brother. Brotherly bond or any Sibling bond is all about protecting the younger one at any cost. Here, Naruto says,
So, If I ever say this to my little sister, then I am the worst sister in this world.
If I let my little sister say this to me, I would slap her so hard.
As for Gaara,
Yes, Naruto empathized with him and tried his best to save him. When he saw Gaara dead,
Naruto was crying. Agreed. And why is he making reference to Sasuke here??? I wonder.
When Naruto can’t stop Sasuke,
Naruto was Sobbing.
So, crying for someone’s death and sobbing for someone who is still alive but travelling on the path of darkness should not be measured on the same scale, Right????
Not to forget, Naruto got hyperventilated for Sasuke when he heard that the entire world turned up on him.
Naruto liked Sakura and we know why but it was never confirmed that Sasuke liked Naruto but he might’ve liked Sakura in one of the Naruto movies with the actor he looked jealous Sakura was fangirling and he was like 😒 or 😐
Movies are not canon, for shit sake.
Even by that logic, in Bonds Movie, When Hinata was trying to flirt with Naruto, Naruto was disgusted. So, can we accept that Naruto never liked her???
Sasuke never looked jealous at Sakura in that movie at all. He was looking like his normal self.
But he made jealous remark on Naruto for admiring that princess though. LOL.
Here Sakura is also admiring about the hero of that movie but resorted back to admire Sasuke.... to show her loyal feelings.
But Sasuke don’t care either way for her remarks. However when Naruto started to admire about the princess, Sasuke made a witty (jealous) remark. LOL
Sakura : Geez!... I want to watch that Michy Sama who played Sukeakuro a little longer. Oh, But Sasuke-kun you are the best, of course.
Sasuke : .......
Naruto : Isn’t there someone like her anywhere? If I could fight for a princess like her, being a Ninja would would be heaven.
Sasuke : Ridiculous!! It was just a movie.
So, Sasuke was jealous.... True.... but not on Sakura!!!! LOL
Again in Bonds Movie, Sasuke shutting up Hinata......
Apart from the Last movie, Pinata is just a wastrel who did nothing in the Manga!!! Or Even in the movies.
NH wankers are some buffoons who don’t have enough canonical materials to participate in a discussion and yet they make loud noise by twisting facts related to other people like Sakura, Sasuke, Gaara, Shikamaru, Choji.
DISCLAIMER : By no means, I consider the above gifs from movies are canon. It’s just that NH stans brought up a movie crap and I am responding accordingly
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Disclaimer: In no way am I condoning, justifying, encouraging nor trying to romanticize yandere behavior. This is all a work of fiction and not meant to represent real life scenarios.
Warnings: Mentions of bullying, toxic relationship, violent behavior, murder, sexual scenes, paranoia leading to mental blackouts, miscarriage, suicide attempt, mental disorders and death are contained within this post. Read at your own discretion.
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Mingi was someone who always kept to himself, never wanting to draw any kind of attention.
Unfortunately for him, he got a lot of attention while he was studying in university, and not the good kind.
He accidentally bumped into one of the jocks at school, and from that moment on, his life was hell.
He was constantly belittled, shoved to the floor, his locker filled with vicious and cruel messages ranging from "freak" to "kill yourself."
Mingi often just sighed and continued his day, as if this was totally normal.
It's not that he didn't understand what was going on or didn't care.
He was just too awkward and scared to stand up to himself.
So he often just came home, feeling hopeless and in despair.
Many times he hardly ate and would end up crawling inside his blankets and cry himself to sleep.
Even the few people he talked to stopped associating themselves with him out of fear of becoming the bullies' next target.
So Mingi resigned himself to being alone and to think no one would ever care about him....
Until you came along.
You had recently transferred to his school and one of the first things you saw was the poor sandy hair colored giant get punched in the stomach by his locker.
You were so disgusted and sickened by their behavior that you did not hesitate to go over and make sure he was all right.
"Hey, do you need help?" You asked as you helped him get up.
"I I'm fine...t-thanks.." Without another word, he left you standing there, running off to his next class.
He thought that'd be the last time he saw you but during lunch break, you made it a point to look for him and talk to him.
"Are you feeling better?"
Mingi looked up at you with wide eyes, wondering if it really was him you were talking to.
"Y-yeah...I'm fine. T-thanks"
Smiling at him, you sat next to him, taking out your lunch while trying to make conversation with him.
All throughout it, Mingi seemed agitated, scared almost.
You felt really bad and asked him if something was bothering him.
Sighing he told you:
"Look, I appreciate your concern, but I think it's best if you stay away from me.... I don't want them to hurt you because of me..."
You saw the sadness in his eyes, the loneliness behind them and that made you want to stay with him even more.
"What's your name?" You asked what you had really wanted to know since the beginning.
"Song Mingi." He answered you.
Grinning at him, you held out your hand.
"Well Song Mingi, I'm L/N Y/N. Your soon to be new best friend."
Mingi's mouth dropped at your words, he couldn't possibly believe you were serious.
But you were and not only did you become his closest friend, you also became his protector.
Unlike him, you were fearless, vivacious, outgoing and spontaneous.
And Mingi began to admire you a lot for it....
More than admired, he began to worship you, falling deeply in love with you.
For once in his life, he was happy, truly happy and filled with joy.
Instead of crying himself to sleep, he went to bed all excited to spend the next day with you.
And of course you two spent a lot of time together, since he became your math tutor cause you were the absolute worst with numbers.
You were thankful that Mingi was so patient and caring towards you.
He never showed any signs of frustration or annoyance even after explaining the equation to you about 20 times.
"Y/N. Pay attention or you won't ace the test." He often told you, adding a little pinch to your nose or cheek to get you to focus.
He also loved just talking to you during these sessions.
Obviously being your best friend, he also ended up picking up on what sort of things you liked in a guy.
He would often observe you at school or while you two were out.
One time he even read through a few of your messages with one of your other friends from your old school.
It was exactly what Mingi needed to know, he now had a glimpse of the type of boyfriend you wanted.
And for you.....he'd end up becoming that boyfriend.
So while you were in spring break, he prepared everything.
He got rid of his cardigans and vests, trading them for leather and jean jackets.
He ended up cutting his hair differently and started wearing tighter fitting pants that accentuated his thick thighs.
So when you saw him again, it was a complete 180° from the shy, nerdy boy you knew.
"Whoah! Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?"
You weren't going to lie, Mingi did look very attractive.
You were glad though that he was still the cute, adorable and somewhat clumsy boy he was when you first met him.
Because that's the Mingi you knew and loved.
And you wouldn't trade him for anything in the world.
It was after finals that Mingi decided to ask you out.
You were both out celebrating the fact you both passed when he popped the question:
"Y/N will you go out with me?" He suddenly blurted out.
You were taken aback, but said yes nonetheless.
Mingi was so happy.
He was extremely devoted to you as a boyfriend, always saying yes to you and going along with whatever it was you wanted.
Anything you said, he would do it.
"Anywhere you want to go is fine with me."
"Anything you want is fine with me."
You thought it was really sweet at first, he really wanted to make you happy.
But after almost a year of dating, it kinda started to get annoying.
It bothered you that he never seemed to have an opinion of his own.
You actually snapped at him one day while planning a date out.
"Can't you freaking decide for yourself once?"
Mingi just whipped his head at you, unable to comprehend why you were yelling at him.
"Do you not even care about me or this relationship? Cause honestly it seems like you're not actually putting effort into it and if it's like that, why am I even wasting my time on you?"
Mingi got really scared when you began walking out the door, he pleaded with you to stay, to talk through it.
"I'll do anything! Y/N please just don't leave me! What do you want me to do?!" He begged as he got on his knees.
"I want you to leave me alone!"
Alone......that word struck a chord in Mingi's head.....alone.
No....he couldn't go back to being alone...go back to the cold world that he was used to.
He began hyperventilating, his head was spinning and it was pounding like there was no tomorrow.
He doesn't remember much after that. All he remembers was the annoying knocking at the door.
He remembers opening it and seeing a random salesperson there....
But after that, it's all a big black faze, and when he finally came to his senses....
He was covered in blood, and a bludgeoned corpse was sprawled across the kitchen floor.
Although he was panicking, Mingi knew that you could not find out about this.
So he quickly got to work and cleaned up all traces of blood and managed to get rid of the body with no one seeing him.
He was so confused about what happened and panicking about if you found out, that he didn't hear you come in the house until you literally stood in front of him.
He instantly got on his knees and hugged your waist.
"Baby I was so scared that you left me forever! Please I'm sorry I made you feel like I don't care about you, I do! I fucking love you so much, and I promise I'll try harder....
Just for you..."
You felt so bad seeing him, and truly you loved him and felt like it was a petty thing to get mad about.
You pulled him up and reassured him that you weren't mad anymore and that you were too much in love with him to leave.
Mingi felt so relieved. He couldn't even begin to fathom what would happen if he did lose you.
He'd probably go insane.
True to his word, Mingi did try harder to get rid of that habit of just following what you said like a little puppy, and would now start expressing himself more.
Now the problem was he went the complete opposite direction: now he seemed to question your every decision and it would lead to small tiny banters between you two.
One time you got tired of him making a fuss over the fact you were spending so much time with a classmate that it turned really ugly.
"We're working on a project Mingi! Nothing else!" You shouted at him.
"What do you need to be going to his house though and staying til late hours of the night? Why can't you two do it here?!"
"Because you end up distracting us both and throwing passive aggressive words to him." You were exhausted from all the screaming by now you were losing your patience.
"Are you sure it's not because you're just whoring yourself out with them?" He didn't mean for those words to come out...but they did.
And you didn't mean to get so angry to the point of slapping him, but you did and that's when it hit you that you went too far.
You both stood there stunned at what happened, Mingi more hurt than anything by your actions, while you felt ashamed of yourself.
You lifted your hand against the very person you were protecting at first.....and now you hated yourself for hurting him like his past bullies.
Ashamed and full of guilt, you turned away and began walking out.
"Wait no! Y/N please! It's ok! It was my fault! I shouldn't have said that! Please let's just work it out!"
"No Mingi! I can't! I..... I need a break."
Mingi's world came crumbling down when you said that. He went into a slight catatonic state as he watched you walk away.
Once he regained his senses, he ran after you, desperate to bring you back, running around aimlessly through the dark streets and alleys, calling out for you but you were nowhere to be seen.
"Get lost you dirty bastard." A passerby rudely shoved him out of the way.
In a matter of seconds, Mingi's eyes darkened, his fist clenched at his side as rage now coursed through his body.
He turned his head to look back at the stranger who was now walking away.
Smirking, Mingi pulled out the switchblade he was carrying in his pocket before creeping quietly to the man.
Someone had to pay the price and feel the wrath and despair he felt at losing his goddess......and he found them.
It had been roughly a month since you last saw Mingi and although you hated to admit it, you missed him. But you knew you had to stay away for his sake.
But things don't go as planned and you soon found out you were going to have to see him sooner than you thought...
Because you were now pregnant with his child and you had to let him know.
You were so nervous about telling him, your hand trembled as you opened the door to the apartment you used to share with Mingi.
You quietly stepped inside, too afraid to call out for him just yet.
But then you heard some weird noises coming from the bedroom, your heart somewhat dropping when you distinguished what sounded like moans and panting.
You could also make out Mingi's deep voice calling out your name.
Opening the door open, your hand flew to your mouth, semi-muffling your sharp gasp as you took in the scene of Mingi fucking some random girl with her face covered on the bed you two shared not too long ago.
"What the fuck Mingi?!" You exclaimed in utter disgust and betrayal.
"Y/N! I can explain!" All color drained from Mingi's face as he pulled himself out of the girl and quickly dressed himself.
You couldn't bear to stay there another moment, you just ran out of there once again.
But you didn't get far because Mingi swiftly caught up to you and enraptured you in his arms.
"Don't touch me! You're disgusting! You liar! You cheater!" You tossed and writhed around as you tried to escape his grasp, while Mingi tried to hold you still and trying to talk to you.
You felt an immense pain run through your stomach at that moment, your body becoming paralyzed as some weird and excruciating torment bursted in you.
Mingi noticed as well how you clutched your stomach and had difficulty breathing so he wasted no time in taking you to the hospital.
You woke up hours later, late at night, a nurse by your side and Mingi on the other, his hand holding onto yours as tears poured from his eyes.
"What happened?" You immediately asked, your hand instinctively going to your belly.
The nurse explained with sorrow how you had lost the baby, apologizing profusely to you, knowing you were probably in pain.
You went berserk when she told you that, first you denied it, then you began screaming while trying to pull off the IVs attached to you.
Mingi tried to calm you down, but instead he made things worse with his presence.
"This is all your fault! If it wasn't because of you, my baby would be alive!"
Those words cut Mingi deep inside, you killed him immediately with them.
Other nurses rushed in to calm you down as one of them pulled Mingi away for his protection and for yours.
You were numb for the next few days, refusing to see anyone and especially not Mingi, you gave strict orders not to let him in.
You were planning on never seeing him again.
The very day you were released from the hospital though, he was the first person you encountered while you were on your way home.
"Y/N?" He asked, startling you when he came out from the corner.
Your feet shifted slowly, almost losing balance on the small step on your front door.
"What are you doing here? I thought I made it clear I never wanted to see you." Not wanting to waste another minute, you quickly punched in your passcode.
"Y/N baby you don't mean that! I love you! And you love me!"
You let out a dry and haughty laugh at that.
"You? Love me? Is that why you were fucking some whore behind my back?"
"I swear she didn't mean anything! And I made her cover her face because I was thinking of you the entire time..."
You rolled your eyes at that, feeling absolutely disgusted.
"But then I realized she was to blame for everything and so I got rid of her so I can make you happy, forgive me and we could start again."
You halted your actions when he said that.
"Mingi...what do you mean you got rid of her?"
If his last words disturbed you, now you were absolutely horrified as he calmly told you how he mutilated her body and discarded her remains in a lake outside of the city.
You actually felt sick and nearly threw up right then and there.
"Mingi.....what..... you're insane! How could you-?"
Mingi couldn't understand why you were upset.
"Don't you see? I did it for you Y/N. Everything I've ever done is for you."
Now it dawned on you, the person you've ever loved was sick, extremely sick and needed help.
"Mingi.....don't come near me again....stay away....seriously..."
And once again another struggle between you two ensued, you wanting to run away while he held onto you for dear life.
"Stop Mingi! Let me go! I don't love you anymore!"
The spinning in his head started once again, his vision becoming hazy, he could hear his own heartbeat resonating in his ears, his hand shook violently as it reached for an all too familiar object he kept hidden in his pocket....
Everything turned dark and blinding....
But when he came back, there he was, staring in shock at your lifeless body, a fresh, clean cut running all across your neck, blood still spurting out and staining his hands.
"Oh my God! What have I done?!" Mingi cried out, wailing and screaming erratically at the thought that he had just murdered his soulmate with his own hands.
He couldn't bear the thought of living without you, he just couldn't....
And so he picked up the very tool he used to kill you and held up to his own neck....
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safe place | lee jihoon (woozi)
❀→genre: fluff
❀→synopsis: Jihoon had bad social anxiety, but somehow he felt safe with you.
❀→pairings: woozi x female reader
❀→warnings: mentions of symptoms of social anxiety and actual social anxiety. If this triggers you, please don't read it.
❀→word count: 1.2k
❀→side note(s): I don't suffer from diagnosed social anxiety but like everyone in this world I have experienced moments where I feel anxious in social situations so it's purely based on my experience. If you feel like I portray it in a way that can disinform anyone or harm anyone, please let me know and I will fix it.
Jihoon could feel the anxiety crippling through his system as the room got more crowded.
People were calmly chatting with each other, giving the room a "welcoming" aura.
But Jihoon felt everything but welcome. He felt anxious, stressed. He didn't want to be there, but the whole point of him being there was fixing his feeling of not wanting to get out of his home.
He had been going through a process and now it was time for him to go back to normal classes. Public education would allow him to interact with more people and make more friends.
But everyone already knew each other. He was just an outcast. A person that was just a leftover. He was sure that not even half of the people there actually noticed they had a new student in the classroom, but he kind of preferred it that way.
He liked being transparent as glass. Not in the way of talking always with the truth, but being almost invisible.
Maybe, if he was lucky, the professor wouldn't introduce him and make him go to the front of the class and tell all of those teenagers about his life before that school.
“Okey, everyone, sit down!”
The professor entered the room with a bag under her arm as she clapped, making all of the students sit down and obey.
The woman placed her things on top of her desk and let out a sigh.
“Alright, before we start, the class president informed me that we have a new classmate, isn't that right... Lee Jihoon.”
Said the woman looking down to the list of assistance and looking back up, glancing over the desks until she eyed an unknown face.
Jihoon was tensed in his seat. He wanted to sink into his chair.
“Please stand up, and introduce yourself, honey.”
If you feel like you're going to hyperventilate or the situation is giving you way too much stress, try using a coping mechanism like holding into something.
Jihoon squished harder the small plushie on his hand and stood up, facing his classmates and teacher. He bowed and took a deep breath before lifting his body back up and talking.
“I'm Lee Jihoon, I was homeschooled before so this is my first time in a public school. I hope my presence it's of your like, please take care of me.”
He bowed again, feeling his heart violently pound against his chest. He had practiced that same discourse before with you. Reporting it over and over again.
“Okay, thank you Jihoon, you can sit down now. I hope your stay at this school is pleasant. Now, open your textbooks on page 64.��
Jihoon quickly but subtly sat down again. He tried to keep all of the bad thoughts away. Trying to concentrate on the texture of the fabric in his fingers.
They're not judging you. They're not paying attention to you. It's okay. Just wait for recess to come and you can see her again. You'll be safe once the bell rings.
Those were the thoughts that kept Jihoon a bit at ease. But the intrusive thoughts of people judging him were still there. He tried to be as quiet as possible to not attract any type of attention towards him.
He tensed when mid math class the person in front of him turned to him.
“Hey, Jihoon, do you have a pencil I can borrow?”
Jihoon's breathe suddenly stopped. He nodded and grabbed his pencil case with shaky hands, opening it and grabbing a brand new pencil, and extending it to his classmate.
“Thanks, man. I'm Seungcheol, by the way.”
“A pleasure.”
Seungcheol gave him a subtle smile and nodded.
“Likewise.”
He finally turned back to his business. Jihoon felt like he could properly breathe again.
He doesn't know how he managed to make his voice not shake. Maybe the feeling of having a bad impression that made him look ridiculous was stronger than his breathing necessities.
The bell rang after his third class, announcing that the first period was over.
He waited for most of the people to leave the classroom before even standing up. When he did, he slightly stretched his arms and let out a little yawn.
“Woozi~”
Jihoon turned to the door when he saw the girl come in. A smile on her face.
Jihoon felt a wave of warmness hit him, making him smile. Once you were beside him you opened your mouth again.
“How was the first period?”
You asked while you saw him lean down to his backpack and grabbing a bottle of water.
“Terrifying.”
“Was it too hard for you?”
He paused for a second before responding.
“It was easier than the mall.”
“That's something.”
When Jihoon looked back at you he couldn't help but smile again.
“How was your first period?”
He asked back. Your warm smile turned into a pout.
“Exhausting! I can't understand a single thing about chemistry.”
You whined, making him giggle.
“It's not hard once you understand it.”
“You say that 'cause you're smart. I'm a potato at chemistry and math.”
Jihoon slightly shook his head in denial. He sat down on his desk, and you sat down on the one beside him. A comfortable silence was present.
“Wozzi...”
He turned to you when you called him by that nickname he preferred to his name. He let out a humming sound in response.
“Can I hug you?”
He thought about it for a second before nodding. You smiled again and leaned to him, wrapping your arms around him and placing your chin on his shoulder. He imitated you, forming a warm and a bit uncomfortable hug.
Jihoon didn't like physical touch most of the time. And you knew that and tried to respect it.
You were someone that had physical touch as your love language, while Jihoon was more of subtle actions. That's why even though you have been friends with him for a while now, still asked before hugging him or holding his hand.
Jihoon liked that about you. Probably one of the reasons you were one of the only friends he kept throughout the years. He felt secure with you. And even though he had more friends, you were kind of his safe place.
Every time he had to take a big step in his life, you were there for him. You were the person that understood him the most apart from his mother and helped him with his social anxiety without forcing him to do stuff he clearly couldn't.
You thought of Jihoon as your safe place too. He was a really good listener, and when he wanted and you had the best conversations with him. Even though he was a hardcore introvert, once he was in a safe place with people he felt comfortable with, just bring out a topic he liked and he wouldn't stop talking.
He was the only person who never called you annoying because of your whining or talking about "stupid things". Ge was there for you too, even though his presence was subtle, you could notice it from miles of distance. Always quietly cheering for you with every decision you made, and if he, in some way disagreed with it, he still tried to support you.
Have you heard of the saying that home is not a place, but the people? Both of you were the perfect representation of it.
Didn't matter if it was a crowd or a desserts island, if you had each other, everything was going to be okay.
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Normal
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TW: depression, gender dun dUN DUN
word count: 2216
a/n: i’ve got a lot more gender neutral Spencer Reid fics loading :P
(Spencer's POV)
On a normal day, I would set my alarm for five in the morning and wake up slowly. I'd pour a cup of coffee and make myself some toast. I take a shower and brush my teeth and maybe listen to an audiobook on my way to work. I got this recommendation from Garcia, Ready Player One. I listened to the narrator's voice at a pace 'normal' people would read.
A part of me always felt self-conscious about myself, how I was different compared to everyone else. My mom called me special but that just made things worse. Special still sounds like there was something wrong with me. And that was just my I.Q, later on, I constantly got made fun of for the way I dressed, how I wasn't 'normal' enough. Never 'masculine' enough.
I haven't had a normal day in months. I started to wake up naturally around three am, if I ever slept. My thoughts kept me awake, thinking about the insults and taunts I got. I lay in bed most days. I told Hotch I was sick and stayed in a comatose state for most of the day. I would stare at the ceiling and wonder about myself.
I couldn't do anything. I couldn't eat, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't use the bathroom. The thought of having to stand up in front of the toilet. Washing my hands in a men's restroom, everything just made me sick. I hadn't gone to work in a week. It sounds odd but I didn't feel safe there. Work used to be where I could concentrate and use my abilities to my advantage, I watched and analyzed people's emotions for a living but now, it became so hard to think about myself.
I felt exposed in the workplace, at home I felt more comfortable using my own bathroom and I could wear my own clothes. I felt like someone else in the bullpen, someone different. Having to hear my name makes me feel imaginary. I didn't feel real in my body.
Getting out of bed this morning exhausted me. I dragged my feet across the wood and looked down at my sweater. The temperature in my house was always hot, something with the thermostat, but I couldn't stand looking at my own skin. I wore a thick sweater and a robe on top of it, long pajama pants and big socks. I knew I had to take off these clothes if I wanted to go to work today. I really did, I missed my friends, I missed having to do something.
Having a purpose meant a lot to me. I lost sight of what I was meant to do with my life, I would just mope around my apartment without doing anything and I still felt exhausted. I hated being here, I needed to do something. I couldn't just stay here for the rest of my life. I so desperately wanted my normal life again, but I couldn't even think about stepping outside my house.
I hate thinking about having to do normal things. I hated using public restrooms and wearing my normal clothes. Life becomes meaningless if you can't even look at yourself in the mirror.
A while back I put towels over all of my mirrors, this morning I lifted the one in my bedroom. I looked at myself for the first time in a long time. I looked at my eyes, the bags underneath them screamed tired and disgusting. My whole face looked blue and purple. I saw the veins in my neck, and when I touched them I winced.
Taking a deep breath, I started to remove the robe in front of me. I watched the fabric fall to the floor when I felt the ends of my sweater. A burst of energy filled my gut and flooded through my veins, causing me to haphazardly lift the shirt fully over my head and shimmied my pants off. I felt angry. Angry at myself for not being able to do the easiest things. And sad watching my body shake and my skin crawl.
I forced myself to stare at my chest. I stared long and hard at the flat shape and bare skin. I started to run my hand over my abdomen and I could feel my ribs protrude out of my skin. Tears started to fill my eyes when I glazed over my underwear. I could see the outline of my legs and the thought of what was between them made me sick. I felt like throwing up.
I rushed to the bathroom and clutched at the sides of the toilet. I quickly thought about all of the germs and bacteria and immediately lunged away from the seat. I washed my hands five or six times until my skin curled underneath the stream. I splashed the water on my face and began to sob. I ran my hands over my face and my eyes tinged from the tears.
When my hands roamed their way back to my chest I fell to the floor in a mixture of emotions. I felt depressed, gross, I felt cheated in my own flesh and blood. I felt contained to the bottom of my bathroom sink. The tears relaxed and I started to slowly lift myself off of the cold tile.
I wobbled back to my bedroom and tried to open my drawers. I reached for a dotted shirt and slowly buttoned the clothes on myself. With each button, I sniffed and let out a heavy sigh. I wanted to change my underwear but every time I slid my fingers past the waistband I cringed. I couldn't bring myself to look past my abdomen.
I just tried to pull on a pair of work pants without my eyes and slide a brown belt through the loops. I stared at myself in the dresser mirror and reached for another layer to put on over my body, a brown cardigan. I wanted to smile. I tried to force the corners of my lips to move upward but they only drooped a little lower. I swallowed my tongue and went to get my coat.
...
I walked into the lobby and saw people walking throughout the halls, I felt so out of place. I slowly slumped up to the elevator and pressed the button. It was halfway through the workday, a little after lunch. It was raining so hard outside I could hear it through the elevator walls, I heard the pat pat pat just outside the floors and I started to feel thirsty. I hadn't drunk much water in public because I didn't want to have to use a public bathroom. It wasn't a problem until one day I had to be sent to the emergency room.
I got nervous as the elevator doors began to open. I lifted my head and was relieved not to meet anyone as I stepped out. A sore feeling manifesting itself in my throat. I look up to see everyone in the conference room. I barely catch Rossi's eye when I start to walk up to the bullpen. Soon I can feel everyone's eyes on my back when I rest my bag on the edge of my seat.
J.J. walks out of the room to wave me over. I watch her walk back into the room, I look at her heels and her pretty blouse. I think back to what I'm wearing and feel gross. Why do I keep stressing about these sorts of things? Morgan doesn't worry about how he's dressed. Hotch doesn't care about shoes or what he has to wear. Rossi was the one who probably cared the most and even he didn't notice the things I do.
I rush up the stairs noticing how everyone is waiting on me. My pace slows down as I get closer and closer to the threshold of the conference room. "Hey, pretty boy's here!" I clench my jaw at the sound of that nickname. My stomach turns inside out and I think about just running out of the room and heading back home, or anywhere but here. "Why don't you sit down we were just starting." Garcia tries to talk to me in her sweet voice. I missed her so much, I missed everyone.
"No thank you," I whisper. I hadn't spoken words out loud in a long time. I don't talk to myself and I hadn't seen anyone else in days. I clear my throat gaining a sliver of strength from the anger in my gut. "No thank you I," I start stronger before pausing mournfully again, "I think I need to say a few things before I come back, officially. C- can you all please sit down." I choke in my breath and all of their faces turn worried when they look at me.
"Uhm, I know I haven't been here in a while but uhm," I turn my head to the floor, "I want to be able to come back, I do, and I uh," It gets really hard to talk without tearing up. I swallow hard when J.J tries to pat my arm, I don't mean to but I flinch and try to push her hand away. "I can't come back until," I'm afraid I'll start hyperventilating, "God I'm sorry." I move my hands up to my face and wipe away a few tears before swallowing and whispering again. "I can't come back until I figure out what's wrong with me."
"Kid there's nothing wrong with you-" "Yes there is! I- I- I can't sleep! I can't get dressed by myself! I can't even use the bathroom without feeling sick!" The words pool out of my mouth in a harsh tone and J.J. steps back when I flail my arms, "I can't look at myself in the mirror," Tears stream down my cheek when I turn my face around the room. "I need things to be different around here." Even Hotch's expression turns saddened and weak.
"I-" I choke and wipe my eyes with my sleeve. " I hate the name 'pretty boy'." I try to turn my eyes from Derek who's leaned over to see my expression, "I hate being referred to as 'Sir' or 'Mr.'" I bite my quivering top lip and draw my eyes back to the floor. "I hate hearing," I pause and clear my throat again thinking it would help stop my cracking voice, "he did this or it was him who," I sniff looking at Garcia whose eyes are also filled with tears.
"I'm not comfortable," I whisper and Emily gapes her mouth as if to say something then closes it rubbing her nose instead. "I haven't been comfortable for a long time. I don't know what I am anymore." The word 'what' sticks in the air for a minute before J.J. tries to pat my arm again and I let her. She eases in to hold me and I shut my eyes to stop sobbing.
"I- I- need," I start before shaking my head, "I'd like people to treat me differently." I furrow my brow thinking what to say next, "I looked online," I wipe my face again trying to slide J.J away from me, "and all the labels really scared me but uhm," I pause again "I think I'd like to try something I've been pushing down for a while." Rossi nods his head.
I feel awkward standing in front of all of these people, my friends. Years ago I could trust them with my life but now I felt so exposed and broken. I was scared of how they were going to react, I felt like screaming in my stance and running out of the room crying. I muttered out the first words before shaking my head and trying again. "I think," I clear my throat again, "I want to try different," I look at the group, averting my eyes off the floor while the edges of my lips curl into a saddened smile, before whispering the last word, "Pronouns."
I see Emily mutter a small "Oh," and Morgan's face turns confused. I slump into a hunched position and continue to cry softly when people start nodding their heads looking up at me. "Well," Hotch starts and people start to look at him. "I think that what you're asking for is," He pauses looking to the group then back at me.
"Perfectly reasonable and we will do or call you whatever you want" They all nod and mutter incoherent words. "Yes, yes of course we can." Garcia stammers wiping tears from her eyes looking at me from across the room. "What, uhm what would you like?" She asks rubbing her hands together, "To, you know," she shakes her hands before wiping more tears from her face.
I smile for the first time in weeks. It's not a toothy smile or a cheek to cheek grin but, it makes me feel safe knowing I can still do the things I used to. Come into work and smile. I catch my sighs and draw in a deep breath before looking at Garcia, "They/them." And the rest of the team smiles too.
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The Avengers dealing with a sick reader :)
Avengers x teen!reader (platonic), Bucky Barnes x teen!reader (platonic)
Summary: after the reader gets ill, the avengers take it upon themselves to care for you! Written by Aphrodite ;)
Word count: 1.34k (whoops, I went slightly overboard)
Warnings: throwing up, headaches, feeling dizzy, aspirin, nausea.
• You first realised you were sick while you were studying at the Avengers tower on a Saturday morning.
• Both you and Peter were studying for a maths exam that you had in a few days, and Tony was trying to help as much as he could.
• Peter asked the most questions, you were too tired to even open your mouth.
• "Mr Stark, I don't get it"
"You've just got to cross multiply, kid."
• You couldn't believe how stupid Tony Stark was at high school math.
• "You don't cross multiply, Peter. You divide the negative integers and then multiply the denominators." You didn't have the energy to give Tony the death glare so instead you just rubbed at your aching head.
• "What? No, that's not how they taught it when I was in school."
"Uh, y/n's right, Mr Stark. They must have changed it."
"You can't just change math, kid."
"Well I don't know why it's different, let's ask-"
• They were going to ask you what the difference was, but when they both turned to you, you had your head on the desk and were asleep.
• They didn't know what to do so they just left you there. Wow.
• You woke up 40 minutes later with the worst stomach ache EVER.
• When you sat up from the table, you realised that Peter and Tony had balanced pencils on the back of your head and they all fell on the floor.
• Between your pounding headache and churning stomach, the loudness of the pencils hitting the floor sent you over the edge.
• You ran to the bin on the other side of the table just in time for you to throw up pretty much all that you had eaten in the past 24 hours.
• And by 'all of the food you had eaten in the past 24 hours', I mean a single black coffee and a rice krispies treat.
• Because you were so caught up in the immense amount of pain you were in, you hadn't realised that Scott Lang was sat on the sofa in the living room, which is merely meters away from where you once sat at the table.
• "Oh my god, are you okay?"
• You turned to him, the most sarcastic look on your face.
• "Oh yeah, I'm just dandy." You kept your voice completely monotonous.
• You loved him really...
• Then the second wave of nausea hit you, so you turned to the bin again and emptied the rest of your stomach.
• Hearing the commotion, Tony walked in. He saw you hurling into the bin, turned around, and left.
• "Ew." He added before leaving the room.
• Scott came over once you were finished and walked you back to your bedroom, telling you that he'd come and check on you soon.
• As soon as you practically touched your bed, you were asleep.
• Scott did come and check in on you, bringing a box of tissues and some aspirin, but you were asleep and didn't want to disturb you.
• A few hours later you woke up to Bucky coming into your room, carrying a tray.
• "They told me you were sick, and I was the only one brave enough to come and bring you food."
• You both laughed, and he set down the tray. There was a glass of water, a bowl of noodle soup, and a small bar of chocolate.
• He brought a small bin with him too, and once he set the tray down on your bedside table he began picking up the tissues that were scattered around you, and putting them in the bin.
• "Thank you, Buck. I'll sort out the tissues, you don't want to get sick."
• He smiled and patted you on the head, and left you to it.
• Everyone was in the living room, and once Bucky went back in they swarmed him with questions.
• Peter would be so scared that you'd be dying, he'd start hyperventilating and wheezing like crazy.
• Steve would be so scared to come and see you omg, not because he was scared of getting ill but because he always doubts his abilities with teens.
• Don't get me wrong, you and Steve were really close, but he never thought of himself as the dad kind of person, and worried that he'd only make you feel worse if he came to see you.
• About 7 hours passed while you dozed in bed until you felt well enough to leave your room.
• It was 10pm, and you'd slept so much in the day that you couldn't possibly think about sleeping any more in the night. You had already heard three sets of footsteps walk past your door, so Peter was bound to be in bed by now, along with 2 other people.
• When you finally made your way back to the common area, you realised that there was nobody there. You grunted and picked up your blanket from the sofa. Despite everything feeling achy, Tony had brought you a coffee an hour ago, and you felt full of energy.
• Putting on a pair of slippers, there was only one thing you could do to pass the time until somebody came to the living room. Putting the blanket behind you and holding it to your neck like a cape, you ran along the halls of the tower, pretending to be Thor.
• You ran back and forth, back and forth. Past the bedrooms, through the labs, into the foyer, and all the way back. You made it back up to the bedrooms, and before running into the living room again, you whisper shouted, making sure to get the impression right.
• "I am Thor, son of Odin, GOD OF LIGHTNING!!!"
• And as you ran into the living room, you heard a small cough come from behind you. Your room was closest to the living room, and turning around timidly, you saw Rhodey stood at the door of your room, with his arms crossed. Yet, he was smiling.
• "You know, we all have different ways of coping with being sick, but maybe you should go back to bed..."
• You groaned and plopped yourself down on the sofa.
• "Where is everyone else? I only heard 3 people go to bed."
• Turns out, Peter, Bucky, and Scott had all gone to bed. The rest of the avengers had a meeting in the conference room. When you ran past the conference room in your great imitation of Thor, all of them saw you through the windows, but you weren't paying attention. Thor laughed so hard he peed a little bit, apparently, and that certainly cheered you up.
• "Do you want to watch a movie?"
• "Nuh uh, no way, y/n. I'm not getting sick. If you want to watch a movie then either go back to bed or go and infect Buck. He said he felt like he was catching your cold anyway."
• Rhodey went back to his meeting, and you felt a sudden wave of tiredness pass through your body. You went to the pantry and grabbed two cupcakes, a box of aspirin and two chocolate milkshakes.
• You quickly went to your room and grabbed a film before knocking on Bucky's door.
• "Rhodes told me you felt ill. I know you don't sleep much, and I can't sleep, so I thought we could watch a movie?"
You spoke quietly through the door, not wanting to intrude. The door opened and you plopped yourself on the bed next to Bucky, putting your snack down on the table next to you.
• "Alright kid, what movie did you pick? It better not be a Disney film, because last time we watched one of those, it ended in both of us singing Let It Go at the top of our lungs at midnight."
• You chuckled at the memory and made Bucky choose between The Breakfast Club and Love Actually. Of course, he chose the latter. You were the only person who knew that Bucky's a sucker for romance films.
• Bucky put his arm around you as you cuddled into his side. Within the first 10 minutes, you were asleep. Typical.
• Bucky stroked your hair as you silently slept, and whenever a song came on, he'd sing quietly, which made you smile in your sleep.
• After an extremely long day, this was the perfect escape.
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I got you. Sweetpea/OC
Hi! Here's another dark one shot w/ Sweetpea from Riverdale. It involves sensitive content, such as mentions of abuse and it's a long one, so please enjoy and don't read if your easily triggered by this type of thing.
My OC comes face to face with her abuser after 12 years and doesn't handle the situation, at all. She's kept the secret from everybody, including Sweetpea. But she no longer has the strength to keep it from him, so the truth comes out, pulling them closer than ever.
I saw him, for the first time since I was 12 years old. My heart sank to my stomach and then started beating so fast, that it made my head spin.
My whole body froze in place, unable to move from the fear I thought I got over. I thought I was over it- but somehow I knew that maybe, if and when, I finally saw him again, It would all come rushing back.. and it did.
It hit me so hard, that my stomach twisted in knots, making me feel so nauseated, that I tried desperately not to throw up the burger I had earlier, so I didn't talk. I instead tried desperately to get my friend Jen, to notice my fear and get me walking out the door, but she was too preoccupied with waiting for her turn in line.
I just gulped down the lump that was in my throat, he then finally noticed me. His dark eyes looked at my figure, and I thought for a second that he didn't have the heart to come and talk to me- but of course; he had no heart. How could he after what he did to me? Ripping away my innocence without so much of a second thought.
I suddenly wished Sweetpea would walk in, but how can I be so stupid and tell him that I would meet up with him after me and Jen finished at the convenience store.
"Y/N, wow, it's good to see you after all these years-" Jen finally noticed him after he spoke up, my eyes looked up at him and I let out a shaky breathe, and my fists balled up, the voice that haunted my dreams for years, finally spoke up and he smiled menacingly, and continued, "- I didn't think i'd see you again after me and your aunt broke up. You've grown up, haven't you."
Jen, suddenly stepped infront of me, blocking his view of me, and I finally felt like I can move. "Get away from her, you sick fuck!" She exclaimed, making everyone turn their eyes to us. But I didn't care as I immediately bolted out the door, not being able to hold in my puke anymore, and ran till I got as far away as I can, till the burger I ate earlier came flying out of my mouth.
I stood up and tried so hard to get myself to stop shaking, and tears started pooling out of my eyes. "Hey, y/n! Sweetpea said you two would be here." Fangs, walked up to me and with a smile- but it immediately went down when he noticed my face. "What happened?" He asked.
"Y/N! Everything's gonna be okay." Jen threw her arms around me, but I couldn't take feeling smothered, so I pushed her off me.
"Don't! Please- I'm sorry." I said, backing up a little.
"Okay, I'm sorry." She said, understanding how I must be feeling. She's the only one who knows what happened to me. I never told anyone else. Not even Sweetpea. I was scared to tell him. Scared of what he'll do. He's already so protective of me, that he might try do something stupid and heroic, that may take him away from me forever. He'd lose his mind, if he ever found out.
"Y/N. Jen. What's the hells going on?" Fangs asked again, getting worried about me.
"Nothing. Let's just go, Sweetpea must be waiting for us." I said walking away, not letting him ask again.
I was walking up ahead, trying so hard to get myself to calm down before I got to Sweetpea, otherwise he'd see right through me and know there was something wrong, I heard Fangs and Jen whispering behind me. Fangs was trying to get Jen to tell him what happened.
"Its not mine to tell, Fangs. So drop it." She stated, he sighed letting it go.
I round the corner to the white worm and my eyes connected with Sweetpea's. Of course he was waiting outside for me.
I thought I had pushed it down, I thought I was okay again, but seeing Sweetpea, I felt all of it again and couldn't hide it from him anymore. I started hyperventilating and tears started forming in my eyes and my legs felt like jelly- almost giving up on me.
His eyes lit up when he saw me- but changed to concern as he immediately jumped toward me, catching me before I fell to the ground.
"Y/N! Hey!"
I broke down in his arms, burying my face into his chest. "Shit- baby! What happened?!" He said as I held onto him for dear life, because I needed to feel safe again, he made me feel safe, wrapped up in his big arms. "I got you. I got you." He muttered, while holding me close.
We were sitting at the bar, after I calmed down and then Sweetpea brought me inside and sat me down, waiting for me to give him some answers, I was sitting and wondering how can I even begin to tell him?
He was pacing in front of me, patiently waiting for me. "Y/N. You need to give me something. I'm freaking out over here." Toni walked up and pour a shot into my glass.
"Here. Maybe this'll help." She said, offering me a shot of tequila. I immediately downed it and sighed.
It was a quiet afternoon, so there wasn't many people in the bar. So I figured, I might as well get this over with now and I finally looked at him and he stopped pacing to stand in front of me, knowing I was finally ready to talk.
"...I saw someone-" I began, looking up and away from his eyes, and continued, "-from my past. Someone who-" I paused again, my voice breaking. "- Did something to me, when I was a kid." I finally confessed my deepest darkest secret to the love of my life.
His eyes went dark, and his fist clenched, hearing my confession. "...what?" He whispered to me. "Where?" He said, I finally locked eyes with him, and had a look of worry as I Immediately said "That doesn't matter, pea." He, then lost it and turned around as his fist collided with a pole, not being able to contain his anger and he looked back at me.
"Where is he? I'll fucking kill him, y/n!" He yelled and I flinched- then his face went soft when he saw how scared I got, I wasn't scared of him though, I was used to him getting unnecessarily angry at things. I was just still jumpy from the encounter I had with my abuser.
He closed his eyes and sighed to calm himself down and then he took a couple steps toward me to close the gap between us, putting his hands on each side of my face.
I looked up at him and trying not to break down again.
"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked, his own voice breaking.
I shrugged my shoulders. "The same reason, I was scared to tell my dad. I was scared of what you might do, Pea- I mean, you get angry when a guy looks at me the wrong way." He shook his head, angrily and his hands left my face. I stood up from the stool and kept the close distance between us. "You're already threatened to kill him, Pea!" I yelled at him.
"Yeah, cause he hurt you, y/n!" He yelled back, I sighed in defeat, our eyes never leaving each other's. Fangs, Jen, and Toni stayed silent, watching our intense moment unfold.
"...Look at you." He began, "Look how fucking perfect you are. How can anyone want to hurt you.-" He said, tears threatening to leave his eyes, I finally let myself cry, he loved me so much. "-Everytime I think about it, it makes my blood boil." He spat out. "You should've fucking told me, Y/N. You should've fucking told me."
I was a closed book, I always have been. It was hard for Sweetpea to get me to open up about things- I mean he thought he was hard to trust, but he was wrong. He never thought he would meet a person so closed off- let alone to fall in love with one; until he met me. It took him along time to finally break through my hard exterior shell that I had around me, and now he understood why.
"I know. I'm sorry- I just thought it would cause more harm than good... so, I kept it to myself." I said, he got angry all over again.
"...Why do you insist on hurting by yourself, y/n? I want you to fucking tell me things! Even if you think I'll get angry-" He stepped closer, to make me look up at him "- You don't have to go though things by yourself anymore, baby, because I'm right here and I ain't going nowhere."
I broke down, and then buried my head into his chest, he's right, I wasn't alone anymore and he made damn sure that I knew that. I felt him slowly wrapped his arms around me, while he kissed my forehead softly.
"I love you, Pea-" I muttered into his chest and looked up at him, "-I'll try to be more honest with you about things from now on, Okay? I promise."
He, then leaned down and captured my lips with his and held his forehead against mine, our eyes holding each other's loving gaze and he nodded.
"You better. Because your past is my past and your secrets are my secrets. It's us, y/n. Against the whole fucking world."
Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it!
I own nothing but my OC.
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