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sakura-hayashii · 4 months

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12.22.23 - 1:02 pm

“i love you,” he says grabbing my face gently with his hands. no no no. a smirk paints on my face and i tilt my head back roaring with laughter. i look back at him and see his eyebrows furrowed, confusion written all over his face. “aww.” i fake pout. “you actually thought i loved you? now that's just adorable.” “what?” he asks, barely loud enough for me to hear. please look at me, please see me. i place my hands on his chest and lean in until my lips are barely grazing his ear. “it was all a game lovely,” i whisper, without an ounce of emotion. it's not. please, don't believe me. “get out.” he snarls. i swear his blue eyes held more darkness than any brown eyes i had ever seen. no no no. please see through me. i don't move. “GET THE FUCK OUT!” he screams gabbing my neck and shoving me against a wall. “if i ever fucking see you again, i will kill you.” he spits in my face and walks out. my body goes limp as i slide down the wall; wrapping my arms around my knees. i had to stick to the plan. couldn't he see it? “i love you too,” i whisper as a tear rolls down my face.

- S.H. // how do you love an enemy? (via unwrittenstories)

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echoingalaxies · 10 months

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"You sold me to Whumper!"

Caretaker was nearly in tears, a remorseful look on their face. "We didn't sell you... it was always supposed to be temporary. You're out now, aren't you?"

Shivers ran down Whumpee's spine, and they backed away from Caretaker's desperate attempts to touch them. "So... you rented me to him?"

#whump #bad caretaker #broken trust #betrayal #caretaker working with whumper #whump dialogue #whump prompts #whump scenario #whump tropes #whumpee #caretaker #prompts #writing prompt #story prompts #writing ideas #whump prompt #whumpblr

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travelersrest · 7 months

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🪽🩷🪽

#just love #lovers #passion #protector #broken promises #broken people #broken trust #journey #destiny #genuinely #a gentleman

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girlyteengirl16 · 4 months

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i hate men they always find a way to disappoint me

#men #i am filled with rage #proud misandrist #sadness #broken trust #trauma #mental abuse #manipulation #pain and agony #i wanna kms #mentally unstable

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socialbutterfly19 · 4 months

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#life lessons #broken trust #betrayal

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your-sweet-davina · 1 year

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Don’t break someone’s trust and expect them to see you the same way as before.

The people you have hurt will never be the same because of you.

They can never trust you anymore.

They will not believe your words and actions like they used to.

They will not look at you with the same good reputation you once had.

And they can never love you the same way.

The crack you have created in their heart will forever be ingrained in their soul.

“Sorry” will never be enough to erase the pain you have caused them.

Changed behavior will always be looked at with doubt and confusion.

No amount of self depreciation will guilt trip them into forgiving you.

You will always be marked as the traitor that broke their trust and hurt their feelings.

You can’t hurt people and expect them to forget just like that.

They may say they forgive you, but they will never trust you again.

You will never be loved with the same heart because you have broken that heart with your lies, secrets, and hurtful actions.

Learn your lessons and accept that bad karma will one day catch up on you in behalf of the innocent people you have fooled with your fake love.

#DearDeidre #Dear Deidre #broken trust #traitor #betrayal #betrayed

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maiawrites · 1 year

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The way anxiety clings and infuse itself into your skin.

Wrote this after listening to a song about two people splitting up which really resonated with me and thought why not write something about the emotions you experience when someone falls out of love with you. @Maysunwrites

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margomortelle · 29 days

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winter

You said you'd always be there

But then you were gone

Long before the words finished

Floating through the air

You promised me summer

Then shunned me in the cold

Left alone in an endless winter

I found shelter while I waited

Even made a home there

Brick by frosty frozen brick

A perfect fortress made from ice

Coveting the safety and warmth inside

Slowly spring began to emerge

Flecks of green poking through

Soon it was in full swing

Taking over my little igloo

My very own oasis

While hail continued just outside

You never knock, instead you peer

Trying so hard just to catch a glimpse

To see the summer I created for me

The frosted windows keep my secrets

Revealing only a vague blur

And yet you keep peeping in

I wasn't enough for you

So why do you care?

Watching through a window

What are you looking for

When you could knock on the front door

Tap tap tap

All your questions answered and more

But you leave only footprints as you go

To be erased over and over with snow

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howifeltabouthim · 4 months

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Once again I'd trusted a man. Once again I'd felt sympathy for a man who was not good.

Lisa Taddeo, from Animal

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deafeningbeliever · 10 months

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You were sunrise,

He was sunset.

Both chasing different skies.

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melblogsgfreethruptsd · 11 months

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Lack of safety and trust 💔😔

And they don’t care enough to do anything about it.

Without empathy and respect, they will never hear you 🫥

#toxic parents #emotional abuse #aftermath #no contact #estranged #black sheep #scapegoat #maternal narcissism #broken trust #ptsd

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travelersrest · 7 months

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🐺🩷🐺

#now or never #never again #you have no idea #love #lies #broken trust #self love #self healing #lion hearts #a gentle reminder #genuinely #a gentleman

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inksplashgirl · 8 months

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Trust

Once a kid told me

That every person is an island in the sky.

And when you trust someone,

A bridge grows between you

And when they break that trust,

It’s gone forever.

You can build it again,

But it’s weaker than before.

And after you rebuild too many times-

There’s nothing left to build with.

My bridge is gone

And I don’t know how to bring it back

And talk to her again.

I can’t force myself to rebuild

Feeling like she’ll hurt me again.

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missinyouiskillingme · 2 years

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Never trust your tongue when your heart is bitter.

— Samuel J. Hurwitt

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overcomebyemotions · 1 year

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I gave you every ounce of my trust, and you betrayed it so easily. Of course I can't forgive you for that.

#depressing thoughts #things I'll never say #spilled thoughts #spilled feelings #love #relationship #heartbreak #breakup #trust #broken trust #betrayal #letter to my ex #no forgiveness

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ashintheairlikesnow · 1 year

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Hurt

(Vee asked for a continuation of this piece I had requested of Taron helping homeless AU! Jameson after he was badly injured)

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CW: Description of wounds, runaway whumpee, reluctant caretaker, defiant/angry whumpee, some pet whump references

He'd made it to the alley near the guy's restaurant, figuring he could ask for some bandages or something - there's a good first aid kit, there. The guy's helped patch him up before.

But sometime before he could knock on the back door, he'd stopped being able to get back up when he fell down. The cold of the gravel and broken pavement in the alley had felt good against overheated skin, and he'd stopped trying to stand.

Then there had been a touch, and some sound, but Jameson hadn't been able to track it. He slipped in and out, bright flashes of pain, the sting of something over his stomach that made him flinch, murmured curses or apologies. In and out, dark and light. At some point he coughed and the pain was so bad he stopped remembering how to breathe.

There'd been some water sipped through a straw, he thinks now. There's a light somewhere above him, shining through his closed eyelids. A warm blanket.

And voices.

"Well, he's stitched up," He hears one voice say. A woman. He can't find the energy to open his eyes to see who it is. "I'll give Dr. Masood a ride back home. He'll live, Taron, but I can't take him."

"You can't?"

"No, and I'm so sorry. I know you're attached to this one, but I'm just not able to right now."

"Nat, I really need-... you're sure you can't, at least for a while? I don't know what to do. I can't keep him."

Jameson doesn't dare move even enough that they might realize he's awake. The disappointment in the man's voice, how he sounds genuinely depressed that whoever this woman is won't just take the inconveniently hurt little runaway off his hands... that... that hurts. Jameson didn't realize he could still be hurt that way, by someone not wanting him.

Huh.

That's... that fucking sucks. That hurts in a way he doesn't have a ready defense for. He'd thought the guy maybe kind of got along with him, a little.

"Nat, please. Please."

Jesus, he's begging someone to take Jameson off his hands? Tough strong scarred motherfucker so tired of dealing with Jameson's shit that he'll beg someone just to cart him away?

Jameson's teeth grind together. His side aches, where the knife had slid in when they took his warm coat, when he fought them trying to keep it.

His eyes burn.

Don't cry, he thinks. You don't cry anymore. You won't cry ever again. This is what people are like. Shouldn't have ever kept coming here. What, you think a runaway pet gets to make a fucking friend? Stupid piece of shit cotton-brained motherfucker, dry the fucking waterworks and get up off the fucking cot.

But his body won't move.

"I... Look. I just. I'll ask around and see who can maybe take him on. Do you have any idea who he was before? Designation?"

There's a pause. "Does that matter? For what you-... what you do?"

"Not for me, but... some of the others only take certain types. It's... it's a fight I'll never stop having. But if you have any idea, that might help?"

"No, I don't-... that's. No, I don't know. He just needs somewhere to go... and it just. It can't keep being here."

Don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry-

They walk away, out of earshot. Jameson lays there, breathing as carefully and evenly as he can. Eventually, he finds his legs answer him when he wants them to move. He can still hear their voices, but farther away. They're not between him and that back door back into the alley.

Clinking of ceramic tells him someone's drinking coffee. It gives him cover to swing his legs over to the side and slowly force himself to sit up. Fuck, it hurts like hell. His side is a line of bright fire burning over the stitched-up wound. There's a shirt, one of the guy's. It's way too big but Jameson pulls it on anyway, drowning in the fabric. LIke wearing Nanda's old shirts sometimes, just so he could smell him when his master was away.

No.

He won't go down that road. Not now.

Getting pants on is harder, but he manages it. His own pants, stiff with dried blood, but fuck it. Fuck it all the fuck to hell. If Taron wants to get rid of him so badly, he'll make it easy for everyone involved and fuck right off on his own two feet.

Granted, his feet don't want to hold him. He has to balance against the wall, while his knees buckle and the world swims and the pains takes his breath so far away his lungs are screaming before he can inhale again.

But it's just one step after another. One hand on the wall, one foot maybe dragging a little, but he's been in pain since Brute, and he can keep being in pain forever if he has to. He was made to take the pain, after all, right from the start. Not pain like this, but... but he can handle it. He can take it.

And maybe this time he'll fucking learn his lesson. No one wants a scarred-up piece of shit runaway slut around. He's been bumming shit off this guy for too long already. This is just his sign that he's worn out his welcome.

He has to learn to stop wanting to be... wanted.

It's the hardest bit of his training to lose.

Everyone's just a different kind of shit, in the end. Everyone will hurt you, unless you learn how to stop being hurt. Stop being anything but a wall so thick that nothing can break through it, no one can break it down.

Pain rolling up his side, nauseating and throbbing, he turns the doorknob as quietly as he can. And still he hears the guy's voice say, "Wait a second-"

He tells himself not to pause.

But he does.

"If you don't want me around," He says without looking at him, voice rougher than usual and thready-thin from the pain, "Just fucking tell me, man. No hard feelings, yeah? See you around."

"What-"

Jameson nearly falls right down the steps, but somehow keeps himself balanced until he's walking as fast as he can with a limp down the alley, wondering how far he can get before his legs give out beneath him.

He grinds his teeth so hard his jaw aches.

“Wait!”

Just keep walking.

Don't look back.

Don't let it hurt.

Don't you dare fucking cry.

Not this time.

Not again.

#jameson bb #jameson au #homeless whumpee #runaway whumpee #stabbed #stab wounds #wounded whumpee #bbu #natalie yoder: here to help the rescues #broken trust #angry whumpee #scarred whumpee #jameson kind of made me cry a little with this one #defiant whumpee #aftermath of stabbing #angst #all hurt no comf

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