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xgardensinspace · 2 years

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Needy + Tony the Tiger for the banned post

Eyyy! I've come to deliver the goods xD This was such a fun topic to work with, so I hope you enjoy the lil fic I mustered up c: Cheers!

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Billy knows Steve can be very whiny sometimes. Not necessarily in a bad way, but the boy is just very needy and seeking attention. It makes sense, what with his parents being complete assholes and barely minding Steve. Billy is more than happy to comply and give Steve all his attention, because he loves the motherfucker and wants the absolute best for him.

However…this particular time was getting a bit frustrating since he was trying to get ready for bed early. He wanted to have a proper eye shut because the local hobby shop actually gave him a shot in their business, and his job interview was tomorrow morning. But Steve wouldn’t let him get off the phone unless he paid him a visit right now. To cuddle.

“It’s okay, babycakes. I know you’ve had a rough day, but I promise I’ll just visit you tomorrow right after my interview.”

“I don’t want to say I’m a mess…” Steve seemed to ignore the comment where Billy wasn’t planning on going over tonight. “...but I potentially have been crying for the last fifteen minutes.” Steve was teary-eyed on the other line and Billy could never say ‘no’ to Steve when the boy was having a bit of a break-down.

Billy sighs into the telephone. “Okay, Bambi. I’ll go over right now, but you have to promise me not to keep me up all night!”

“I promise!”

“I mean it, you little ghoul.” Billy hears Steve chuckle at the name calling, and smiles to himself. After the goodbyes, he hangs up lightly and makes his way upstairs to get into some PJs.

Steve hears the line go dead, and he gently hangs up the phone while still laying in bed. He wasn’t manipulating Billy, was he? He doesn’t think so. His intentions were not malicious; he was just feeling very broken after his dad bombarded him with questions about getting a “real job” and what not. He just wants to leave this stupid house as soon as he possibly can and maybe live with Robin (and her girlfriend) as well as with Billy. They could be a happy, gay family sharing bills and memories. Steve hugged his pillow while thinking about all these things, and tried his best to stop sniffling about before Billy came over. Instead he tried picturing what their home decor would look like, what movies they would watch on Friday nights, and what pets they would be getting.

Suddenly a tap on the window pulled Steve out of the clouds.

He happily got off the bed to let dear Billy and his agile body inside his room.

“Hey, pretty face.” Billy greeted him with a kiss on the forehead. “Hope I didn’t take long.”

“Not at all, Bill.” He smiled and eyed Billy’s pijamas closely. “What’s with the backpack?” Steve mentioned, as Billy set the bag down.

“Just a couple things I’ll need for the interview tomorrow.”

“Oh! You’re spending the night?” Steve said excitedly and sat back down on his bed.

“Yeah, I have to be at the mall at 9am so I figured your dad won’t even notice I was here if I leave early enough.” Billy got on his knees and began fiddling with the zipper on the backpack.

“Most definitely! I’m so glad you’re spending the night instead. I think I’d cry again if you…left.” Steve gets baffled when Tony the Tiger pops out of Billy’s backpack. “What the hell is that?”

“You didn’t let me finish ‘getting ready’ for bed, so I thought it’d be okay if I brought my pre-sleep snack here.” Billy placed the Frosted Flakes™ box on the carpet floor and began taking out a ceramic bowl. “Heck, I could even have this for breakfast tomorrow as well.” And finally the half-gallon of milk container made it out of the backpack.

“Jesus, Bill…why did you bring a milk carton?!”

“I thought you’d be too chicken to run down for some milk in your fridge, so I just brought my own.” He begins shaking the box of cereal over his bowl, letting the gleaming flakes fall inside. “There’s not a lot of milk left anyways. Perhaps enough for a bowl and a half.”

“It…it’s going to be warm tomorrow morning.”

“Shit…you’re right.” Steve laughs at Billy’s realisation. “Guess I’ll just buy something on the way to the mall instead.” Billy pours the milk next, and Steve loves seeing his rings contrast against the milk carton. “You want some?” Billy asks after shoving a spoonful into his mouth and Steve can’t help but blush at Billy’s cuteness.

“Sure, I’ll take a bite.” Steve goes to sit on the floor with Billy and the strong boy places the spoon eagerly close to his mouth. Steve thinks being fed is more intimate than it should be, but then again, what isn’t intimate between him and Billy?

“You’re as sweet as this stupid cereal.” Steve says after a mouthful, and Billy nudges his elbow into Steve’s ribs.

“Well, you’re as needy as a cat during mating season.” Steve almost spits chewed up cereal bits on Billy’s face, but instead his mouth goes agape. “But I love it.” Billy goes to kiss the brunette’s frosted touched lips, and totally gets his tongue in there to fully envelop them both in the sweet flavour of concentrated sugar.

They deepen the kiss and go at it for a while, to the point where the cereal starts to get soggy in Billy’s blue bowl.

“I wanted you to come over so we could cuddle.” Steve breaks the kiss. “But this is probably better.”

“No worries, sweet stuff. I plan on cuddling you in bed as well.”

Steve smiles at that, and even though he’s feeling a sugar high right now, he knows they’ll be sleeping like a couple of lovebirds in the sweet embrace of sugary love.

#drabble #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #idiots in love #fluffy sort of #cereal!#night routine #fanfic #fanfiction #writing #for ghostofjellyfishforgotten #banned prompts #boys being silly #steve is needy #steve seeks attention at all times :U #Billy is too nice and complies lol #my writing

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scpeen-l0l · 3 years

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Hi! I was wondering if your could do a scp-035 x scientist!reader fix where the they’re in the middle an interview, and a containment breach suddenly happens

ahhh, i’m not entirely sure if this is what you had in mind. but anyways, thank you so much for requesting!! you’re the first on this blog and while writing this i got another! man i’m so happy ahah

(i forgot to tag this when it was first posted lol)

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‘easy prey’

You’ve always had mixed feelings on 035. Since the very first day you were assigned to them, you felt their infamous ‘lure’ that they were known to have. Despite that, you liked to think of yourself as resilient, so you were able to just bury yourself in work and deny any sort of weird attraction you had to the mask. Of course, 035 had picked up on the behavior that they had seen countless times in the past, much to your dismay.

Your supervisor told you that you would be interviewing 035 with the routine set of questions in a few days’ time. When you queried as politely as possible to why you were assigned to interview them this time over the usual interviewer, your supervisor handed you a page of the transcript of their most recent interview, with a section highlighted in yellow.

//PAGE 2//

08/08/██

SCP#: SCP-035

Class: Keter

Interviewer: Warren, [REDACTED] (Sr. Researcher)

SCP-035: Mhm… Hey, what are the odds of that new researcher coming into my cell anytime soon?

[Dr. Warren pauses for a moment, before looking at their host’s hands.]

Warren: Which one? Dr. L/n or Dr. Ahmad?

SCP-035: The younger one. Yes, I’d like to have a chat.

Warren: Why?

[SCP-035 throws its head back before resting its chin on its intertwined hands.]

SCP-035: Since when have you started recruiting people that young? I simply want to ask them about it.

Warren: Stop it, 035. Be more specific.

[SCP-035 lets out an exaggerated sigh]

SCP-035: Why can’t a mask just have a regular talk with a researcher? All I want is a friendly chat! Besides, you’d get some free time whilst we’re busy…

Warren: If we do allow you to converse, you will only be allowed 30 minutes maximum with routine questions.

[SCP-035 laughs]

SCP-035: That’d be grand. Well, what’s on your mind today?

Your heart was beating out of your chest, fear coursing through your body. Your supervisor coughed to get your attention, to which you could only nod your head slowly to, it wasn’t like you really had a choice. Still, what did it want from you?

You didn’t get much sleep that night, to say the least.

When the fabled day finally arrived, you were an absolute wreck. All of your confidence flew out the window and left you with sweaty palms and a looming feeling of dread. The walk to the mask’s cell was long and unnerving, the adrenaline was putting you on edge. You weren’t usually like this, but your fears got the best of you. What if they convinced you to wear them? What then? Regardless, you’d be dead either way. You cursed yourself for being a nervous wreck at the worst time, so you headed to the closest empty room you could find.

You found yourself in a break room after a few minutes of searching, the missioning around the facility already clearing out your mind. You rubbed your temples, psyching yourself up. If you did eventually become a host for the mask, you sure as hell weren’t going to make it easy. With a small pep in your step, you finally approached the area containing 035.

Warren was talking with your supervisor, just about to leave when he saw you walk in. A forced smile made its way to his face as he approached you.

“Pleasure formally meeting you, L/n.”

“Same here. Do you have a spare copy- “

Warren handed you a file, “here, make sure to stay on topic as much as possible. Oh, and the second you feel like putting him on or anything of the sort, press the panic button next to the microphone on the table.”

Him?

You nodded, reassured that you had a sure-fire way to get out. “Thanks. Do I… go in now?”

Warren turned to your supervisor, Dr. Patel, whom only nodded in response. Dry, as always. You sucked in a deep breath before checking your phone for the time, 9am on the dot. A good time to die, you thought, before a guard ushered you into 035’s cell. A male D-Class with 035 on his face looked to you and tilted his head.

You knew you didn’t look the most assertive, or dominant but you were resilient. That’s all you had going into that interview, you told yourself.

Sitting down and laying out the documents inside the file on the table, you looked back at the group of staff behind you. McAllistor, the technician, gave you a comforting smile; Warren was already out the door; Dr. Ahmad looked away awkwardly; Dr. Patel was typing away on his computer and you could see the side of a guard’s visor at the corner of the observation window. Huh, a little understaffed today. Were they the last people you’d ever see? Perhaps. Alas, you had a job to do, and you were going to do it damn well, if it was the last thing you ever did.

//RECORDING STARTED//

L/n: Hello, 035. Ready to start?

SCP-035: Of course.

Ooh, that voice- Did it always sound so… Smooth?

L/n: Well, let’s get through these questions quickly.

SCP-035: Aw, I was hoping to get to know you a little better first.

L/n: Maybe another time. How would you describe your emotions today?

Deflect, deflect.

SCP-035: Admittedly, a little upset that you’re being so stiff with me. I rarely speak to anyone else other than [REDACTED], who’s gone off who-knows-where. Ooh, probably with his assistant- You wanna hear about that?

L/n: Uh, so you feel upset that you can’t speak with me-

Shit. That threw you off.

SCP-035: Indeed, would you help me with that? Pretty please? You look like you need a break, you know. Look at those bags under your eyes!

No, you weren’t going to let him get under your skin that easily.

L/n: Apologies, 035, if my appearance is sub-par— However, I am incredibly committed to my job and I-

SCP-035: Blah, blah. Cut the canned crap. You can speak to me about it, you know, I’m a great listener.

L/n: I will be the one listening today, 035. Now-

SCP-035: You say-

L/n: 035! Stop speaking over me, unless you want this interview to be terminated?

Assertive, dominant.

SCP-035: Ah, of course not. I was out of line, I am sincerely sorry, dear.

L/n: It’s- It’s fine, where were we? Oh, here, I- Um…

Nevermind. How did he manage to make you feel bad? Stupid mask, getting in your head…

L/n: Uh, how would you describe your intentions as of late?

SCP-035: Nothing dangerous, I simply long for the stage, you know? I just miss the atmosphere! The joy! Oh, what I would do to even just watch another showing…

L/n: Thank you for not evading that question, 035. But, ah, I’m sure if you behave you’d get to-

//CONNECTION LOST//

The breach alarms went off, making you jump out of your seat. Looking back to the observation window, you saw all the scientists being escorted out of the room by the guards. You rushed to the door…

Locked.

Slowly turning back to 035, you gave him the dirtiest glare that you could muster.

“Unlock it. Now.”

“You know, I liked the more quiet, sweet, meek version of you-“

You mockingly mimicked his tone, “you know, I don’t give a shit. I’m not putting you on. You’ve already got a host, just leave me alone!”

“Oh, but you’re so intelligent, so innocent… Face it, you’re dead either way. There’s no way you’re making it out alive, I’ll be merciful and make it painless. Wear me, and I’ll ensure that your body gets some good mileage.”

A small part of you was tempted to take his offer, but the rest of you was only willing to admit he was right. What chance did you have without an armed guard? You slouched, fear settling in.

“Come on…”

You felt a weight on your right shoulder. You could see his hand in the corner of your vision, but, it was cold. Long dead. You didn’t want that for yourself.

Aggressively sliding your keycard in the scanner, you bolted out the cell and grabbed the handgun on the desk.

You let out a humourless laugh, “yeah, no. I think I’m fine.”

035 walked out his cell, scoffing as he looked at the gun in your hands, “what’s that gonna do? Is that peashooter gonna scare 106 away, huh? How many bullets are in that thing, if any?”

Biting your lip, you whined, “ahah, um, yeah… Look,” you debated internally whether you should try bargaining with this thing, “I’m not going to put you on, however, I’m willing to… cooperate in order for us to reach our separate goals. I have a level 3 keycard, which I can hand to you once I find the safety shelter. Try anything funny and I’m snapping the keycard in half.”

035 laughed, “ok, maybe I was wrong about tough and cold L/n. Sure, we can work together, but good luck trying to resist me. I can tell you’re already a bit enchanted already!”

You snorted, “yeah, yeah. Suuuuure… Alright, you promise to keep me safe whilst I navigate through the site?”

“I assure you.”

A part of you felt fuzzy. Damn, he was right about you already being charmed by him. Maybe… No, you weren’t going to give in. You’re using him as much as he’s using you. Right?

“Guess I was wrong about you being an easy host.” He mumbled.

“You what?”

#scp 035 #035 #scp 035 x reader #scp #scp x reader oneshot #scp x reader #anon

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kieranfm · 3 years

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𝟏𝟏𝐏𝐌 , 𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 , 𝐁𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍 ; 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 ›› 𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐍 + 𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍

it was one of their bigger shows of the tour ; 1,200 people , 19,589 off of selling out madison square garden . so why didn’t it feel like it ? usually there was a high crackling in his veins , alighting him from the inside out , as he left behind the screaming of a crowd that wanted more . but kieran had felt more when they’d stepped off stage after playing to 520 , or even 200 , than he did coming off stage of the royale tonight . he couldn’t put his finger on it . the reason WHY it felt like he hadn’t just done what he did every other night before . the reason WHY the high wasn’t quite so bright . the reason WHY he’d caught the same look from mikey ; as he’d wished him good luck , & conan ; as they’d caught eyes during the opening notes of cheer up baby . the same look he knew all too well ; as if they were waiting for him to tip over an edge he hadn’t walked the line of in MONTHS . . . everything was good . wasn’t it ? a smile pushed its way onto his lips as his feet hit solid ground & one crowd turned into another smaller one , full of congratulations for surviving ANOTHER show . but just like the congratulations was like clockwork , kieran still found himself looking for the one person that had been missing from the start . the one person that only came in the form of words lit up on his screen . words that seemed to come few & far between — or at all more recently . maybe that was why everything felt OFF ; there had been no ‘ knock ‘em dead , baby ’ to send him out on stage with & he couldn’t remember the last time he’d gone on without it . hell , he couldn’t even remember the last time he’d gone this long without a WORD from her . but with ruairi’s hands falling heavily upon his shoulders , & an airy voice that put him on edge filled the air , he let himself be pulled along in the tide . clinging onto the quiet embers that popped & crackled away in his veins as the high fought its way through the haze of worry . she was busy . that’s all it was .

so why did it feel like something was wrong ?

it was enviable though . the way in which kieran ALWAYS found his way back to evan , because even when a whole ocean separated them he always found her way back to her . the only thing was , it seemed as if evan wasn’t finding her way back to him . because as the noise of the dressing room died away , people going their seperate ways to either begin the pack up for a day on the road tomorrow or to take their celebrations elsewhere , he’d slipped his phone from the pocket of his jacket . the cool surface settling in his palm as the glow of his screen reflected back the same thing it had done earlier when he’d given up waiting & tucked it away for safe keeping ; NOTHING . there was absolutely nothing . his top teeth gnawed at his bottom lip as he pulled up the bottom of his screen in hopes that it would reveal anything other than his own texts :

21/07/21 8:43pm 📲 i can only assume you didn’t pick up my call earlier bc you were too busy making saint valentine fall in love with you 📲 but it’s nearly 2am for you and i , personally , think it’s rude i haven’t heard ANYTHING about how it went yet

22/07/21 4:02am 📲 alright you 📲 it’s 9am there and i woke up to nothing 📲 i’m calling you the minute i finish this morning radio shit

22/07/21 9:05am 📲 i’m the one that’s mean to be the gd enigma , evan

22/07/21 10:00am 📲 well , call me whenever you’re free bc i would like to know if saint valentine swiped our best photographer from us

23/07/21 3:02pm 📲 we just wrapped soundcheck for the day and we go on at 9:15 tonight 📲 so i can talk if you’re free

23/07/21 3:43pm 📲 the lads said they haven’t heard anything from you either 📲 is everything okay ? 📲 has something happened ?

what the HELL was going on ? surely if something had happened to her eloise , or isla , would have called him . . . no — no , she was busy ; caught up in editing photos for saint valentine . he’d seen how focused she could get on her work sometimes & with him not there to pull away physically the time could EASILY get away from her . but that did nothing to settle the cloud that dampened the glowing embers that were a sad excuse from his post-show high . the bottom of his phone tapped against his palm as his eyes lifted to focus upon the wall above the wooden clothes rack his jacket hung on . it didn’t make sense though . . . she’d been shooting for saint valentine . she would have called after that . she SHOULD have called after that . where the hell was she ? “ you okay ? ” conan’s voice forced his eyes to refocus , bringing him back down to reality , & turn his attention towards him . silence passed between them for a split second as kieran tried to place the look hidden within conan’s features . they’d been friends all their lives . he wasn’t imagining the smothered worry hidden within his eyes , “ what do you know ? ” “ what ? ” he lifted his phone towards conan , “ evan — ” & there it was , the flicker of worry break through the cracks . it was all he needed . “ i asked you earlier if you’d heard from her . ” “ i haven’t . ” “ but you know why she’s not answering me , don’t you ? ” “ guys — yo , what t’e fuck’s going on — ” but kieran ignored ruairi as he watched conan’s jaw work from side to side , “ what the fuck aren’t you telling me , conan ? ” but it was mikey’s voice that answered him & kieran’s eyes snapped instantly towards him , “ it’s not his fault , kid . i told him not to say anything until after the show . ” kieran’s gaze flickered towards conan for a moment , noting the apologetic look in his eye , before he looked back at mikey . “ i , we , needed you out there with a clear mind . ” “ why wouldn’t my mind be clear ? ” mikey’s hand lifted to rub at his jaw before he pointed towards the couch in the middle of the room , “ come sit down . i have something to show you . ”

the nausea had set in the minute he’d taken a step towards the couch . but the minute mikey had handed him the article brought up on his ipad & begun to explain , kieran felt SICK . his fingers curled around the edges of the ipad tight enough to press harshly into his flesh . no — NO . this wasn’t happening . it made NO fucking sense . Bex & The Found’s Kieran Walsh Confirm Rumors are True . . . speculated to be growing intimately closer . . . make it known outside of their inner circle . he couldn’t stop reading it . he couldn’t stop starring at the photos . hoping that any moment one of them would yell gotcha or the article would simply vanished . but no matter how hard he tried or how long he waited , nothing changed . the words were still there , plain as day & painting him as a liar . the photos were still there , plain as day & painting him as an ASSHOLE . this couldn’t be happening . “ why didn’t you tell me . ” his voice was low , dangerously so . “ we needed you to have a — ” “ a clear fucking head , i know . but T’IS — ” he tossed the ipad onto the table between them as dark eyed focused on mikey , “ you should have fucking told me as soon as you found out . ” “ jani only called me this morning .” “ it’s been out for T’REE fucking days , mikey . ” his hands jutted out towards the discarded ipad , “ what t’e FUCK has she been doing for t’ree days t’en ? she’s our fucking pr manager isn’t she ? isn’t it her job to look out for shit like t’is ? ” “ kieran — ” conan’s voice broke through the haze & his fingers curled into a fist as he turned towards him , “ what ? ” “ take a breath . ” kieran’s gaze darted frantically over conan’s features . but as conan held his gaze , the anger within him teetered & his breath hitched in his chest . evan had to know this was all bullshit . she HAD to . . . but the timing of it all was too much to gloss over . the photo had come out on the 21st & he hadn’t heard a SINGLE thing from her since . she wasn’t just busy . she believed it . his voice cracked as he spoke , “ this is evan . ” “ we know . ” it was then he took a look around at the four that sat along side him . features sharpened by anger softening as he dragged in a deep , shaky breath , “ t’is is all bullshit . ” but as ruairi’s features broke from a second kieran’s brow arched , “ is it ? ” “ i’m sorry ? ” “ well — i just mean , DID somet’ing happen between you two ? ” he froze for a moment . processing ruairi’s words & trying to figure out if he’d heard them right . but before he could even form a reply , a pillow was thrown directly into ruairi’s face with a heavy thump from conan’s direction . “ what kind of fucking question is t’a , mate ? ” “ okay , okay — stupid question . ” ruairi fumbled with the pillow down as he brought it down his lap , kieran rolling his eyes as he let out a breath & bring a hand to rub at his forehead . if it was ANYONE else , it would have be the last straw . but as ruairi’s gaze darting between four faces that looked at him expectantly , kieran couldn’t be mad as he explained “ but look . i told you i t’ought she seemed t’ be weaselling in a lot of places that are usually made for evan & she seemed to cling onto you so — i t’ought since no one seemed to WANT to ask it , i'd ask it . just t’ be sure . ”kieran’s hand dropped to his lap as he shook his head , exhaling a breath , “ i’m not cheating on evan wit’ bex . ” he paused for a moment as his fingers linked together , eyes darting towards the screen of mikey’s ipad , “ you all were t’ere . we were taking her back t’ t’e bloody hotel because she was DRUNK . ” his gaze were frantic once more as they darted between conan , ruairi & , adam , before settling on mikey , “ we know , kid . but we’re not the ones you need to be telling that to right now . ” he was right . it had been THREE days since this had dropped & all he’d said to evan was things about her god damn saint valentine job . he’d kept the whole walking out of the interview from her to stop her from freaking out over rumours of him being with bex . but now here it was plastered across a website for all to see . he didn’t want to think what was going on in her head . “ yeah , yeah , you’re right . ” his hands were shaky as he reached for his phone jean pockets , so much so that it took a few attempts to be able to press her name on his list of recent calls before he brought it to her ear . one ring , two rings , three rings , four rings . . . voice message . he pulled the phone from his ear & hung up . “ fuck . ” “ it’s early in the morning t’ere , right ? she’s probably asleep . ” adam , always the voice of reason . “ fuck t’at . she can wake up . ” ruairi , an idiot but the most inline with the thoughts in his own mind . she did make him promise to call no matter the time . “ try again . ”& he did as took in a breath as he pressed her contact again , lighting his phone up before he brought it to his ear . & he tried again & again & again . he tried until finally , the line on the other end broke . he sat up straighter , forcing everyone around him to tense . nothing . no voice message . he took the phone away from his ear for a moment to see the time ticking over . “ what’s going — ” but kieran waved ruairi away as he brought the phone back to his ear . hesitating for one more second before he finally spoke , “ evan ? ” another pause , “ don’t hang up . please . ” he shifted to the edge of the couch , “ i can explain everyt’ing . ”

#𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 / kieran + evan .

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seokjinsdisciple · 4 years

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Misconceptions

jinyoung x reader (angst, smut, kinda fluff)

it’s no secret that you aren’t a fan of got7, in fact, you’ve written several articles about just why it is you don’t ilke them. When your editor asks you to do a piece on them, and spend a whole week getting to know them, you aren’t pleased. Can Got7 change your mind about them, or will your hatred be unwavering?

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Word count: 3.9k

warnings: ass grabbing, language, hate against got7 (i love them i swear), pussy slaps, unprotected sex, slight cock warming, maybe something else but idk man.

Listen, writing for Soompi was not your dream job. In fact, you had dreamed of writing a bestselling novel...but bestselling novels don’t pay the bills. Yeah, your job for Soompi wasn’t what you had in mind, but at least you have a job. That's what you kept telling yourself as you sat in your editor's office.

“We want you to do a piece on Got7,” your editor said, getting straight to the point, “We want a piece about who they really are, and in order to write it, we need you to spend some time with them.”

“You want me to...hang out with Got7?” You asked a little bit surprised at the request. Your dislike for the group wasn’t a secret, in fact, you had written a few pieces about it when you first joined the agency.

“Yes,” your editor smiled, “we are hoping that a piece like this, written from someone who is known to be a little harsh on them would bring a new perspective.”

It seemed like this was pretty much set in stone, and no matter how much you complain about it, there would be nothing else you could do. You just nodded, you needed this job. It paid well, and it allowed you to flex your writing muscles until you could write that stupid book.

“Great, a car will be sent to your apartment tomorrow morning and you will spend the following week with them.”

“Yes sir, thank you for this opportunity,” you smiled through gritted teeth. You weren’t sure how you were going to survive this next week, but you knew it wasn’t going to be easy. Got7 is known for being a little bit crazy, a quality that you weren’t very fond of.

You found yourself at your desk, your thoughts of the week ahead of you taking over. You have to work to get done, and it wouldn’t help if you were too busy worrying about if they had read one of your articles or not. Plus, you had decided to go into this with an open mind. What better way to do that than to write out a list of all your preconceived notions of them. So you got to work, listing what you knew you didn’t like about them.

Things I dislike about Got7:

They all have peter pan syndrome (i mean can’t they honestly just grow up and act their age)

Their music is not that good (average at best)

They aren’t athletic and suck at games

Isn’t jackson just going to leave the group anyways?

Their dancing has become less synchronized

They all just want to promote a solo career or are waiting for their contract to end

They are only liked abroad

You left the list at that for now, open to add more things to it if they came to your mind, and you were sure that they would. You are going to really try to write a truthful article about their personalities.

Your workday passed without much thought. You completed everything that you would need to get done before being absent for the next week. You pack up your things, taking one last look at the list you had made before sticking it in the notebook that you planned to take notes with. You wanted it as a reminder for keeping an open mind.

By the time you made your way to the small apartment that you called home, your thoughts had overtaken you once again. You were nervous about meeting 7 handsome idols, and you were nervous that said idols knew about your general dislike of their life’s passions. You lay awake, trying to calm down enough to get a good night’s sleep in order to not completely embarrass yourself.

You groaned as your alarm went off, much too soon might you add. You had only gotten a few hours of sleep because you had been so worried about today. You spent hours into the night watching their music videos, interviews and noting how they interact with fans. You wanted this piece to be good. You finished throwing essentials into your purse, before heading to the bathroom to get ready for the day. You hurried through your routine, running a little behind schedule.

You didn’t have much of a choice but to be ready as a knock rang out at your door. You sighed as you grab your purse, trying to prepare yourself for the day that was to come. You were met at your front door by Got7’s driver. You introduced yourself and he did the same, You made small talk as you were lead to a black van, making your way into a seat in the back. You wanted more time to think as you made your way to wherever it was you were meeting the boys. You scrolled through your socials, checking up on your limited amount of friends and admiring celebrities as you drove through the streets of Seoul. You started to collect your things as you pulled up in front of the JYP building. The driver led you through the winding halls, and down to the basement where you assumed their practice studio was. You made your way inside the room, music blaring as the door opened.

The boys were hard at work, practicing their dances. The room smelled like sweat, and from what you could tell, they had been practicing for a while. You recognized each of the boys that had been in the music videos, all except Jackson. Where was he, why wasn’t he getting ready for the comeback with his group? Your mouth formed into a frown, pulling out your notebook to write down, just what it meant that he wasn’t here, but before you could, a voice rang out from behind you.

“Hi,” Jackson said when you turned around, giving you a charming smile, “are you the reporter?”

“Uh- yeah,” you smiled at him, shaking your previous thoughts from your head, “how long have you guys been here?”

Your talking must have caught the attention of the other boys because you were met with Jinyoung’s handsome face.

“We’ve been here since 3am,” he smiled, looping his arm around Jackson’s shoulders.

The boys huddled around you. All introducing themselves to you with smiles and bows. The boys so far were everything that you had expected them to be. Bambam and Yugyeom were goofing off, getting hash looks from JB and orders to behave. Mark had yet to say a word to you, though you knew he was known for being shy around strangers through your research. JB was intimidating, though it seemed like he was trying not to be. The boys excused themselves so that they continued to practice their dance, but brought in a chair for you to sit in.

You sat and watched the rest of their practice thinking back on the answer you had gotten from them. They had been here since 3am? You glanced at the clock, impressed that it was 9am and that they were still working hard. They finished the run through and all of them were out of breath, sweating at the amount of effort they had been putting in. This is why you had to keep an open mind, you would not have expected them to put in as much work as they currently were. Plus you had caught yourself earlier with the whole Jackson not being here, you jumped to a conclusion that was not necessarily a good one. Yet, you had been wrong, and you supposed that you owed it to these hard-working boys to give them a shot. So, you pulled out your notebook and began writing. You wrote in detail about the way they worked, how dedicated they seemed to get everything just right. You had a lot written when you felt the tap on your shoulder.

“Noona, it’s time to go back to the dorms,” Yugyeom said, blushing a deep shade of red as he withdrew his hand. You could hear the giggles of the boys behind him, obviously trying to embarrass him, but you just smiled back.

“Ok Yugyeom, let’s go,” you slipped your notebook into your purse, protesting heavily when Yugyeom insisted that he carry it for you. The eight of you made your way through the building and to the car you had ridden here in. The boys piled in first, with Bam sitting on Yugyeom’s lap leaving an empty spot next to Jinyoung for you.

You tried to make polite conversations with the boys, but before you knew it, they had all fallen asleep. Well, everyone except Jinyoung.

“So why’d you wanna write an article on us?” he asked, turning his head curiously at you, “You don’t seem like a crazed fan.”

“Well,” you started, you weren’t sure exactly what to say. You couldn’t exactly come out and say your editor had chosen you because you disliked them, so you settle for a half-truth. “I was assigned the piece by my editor, but I’m happy to get an inside look into what you boys do all day.”

“I’m sure you are,” Jinyoung just smirked, and you were irritated at how good he looked. It was very unprofessional the way you were flirting with him, but he didn't seem to mind. The car ride went much more quickly than it had this morning, and the conversation between you and Jinyoung was natural and very suggestive.

When you arrived at their dorms, you followed the sleepy boys up to their floor. Their dorms were much smaller than you expected. The boys were laughing and playing around, Mark was ordering food, and JB was trying to show you around their dorm. It was chaos, but you couldn’t help but be amused. The way Bam and Yugyeom were wrestling had made Jinyoung start to scold them, but they just laughed at him and continued what they were doing.

Up to this point you had been, for the most part, ignoring JB, but when you left his tour of the living room, and he was showing you their rooms you paid more attention.

“This is Mark and Jackson’s room, and this is Youngjae and I’s room,” JB said, pointing to two rooms next to each other. They were small, in fact, you weren’t sure how two people could even sleep in there. You followed JB through the hall, coming to stop at a larger room, “This is Yugyeom and Bam’s room, and right next to it is Jinyoung’s room, which is where you will be sleeping while you are with us,” JB added, opening the door to an impeccably clean room.

“I’m sorry, why would I be sleeping here?” You asked your heart rate tripling. What if JB had heard you and Jinyoung flirting, and now he was getting some sort of satisfaction in teasing you? As if recognizing your panic, JB just laughed.

“Jinyoung is gonna sleep on the couch obviously,” he added, laughing again at your face. His answer confused you though because no one had told you that you would be staying the night this whole week.

“I didn’t- I’m not sleeping here,” You tried to argue because clearly, they had misunderstood your editor. JB just looked at you funny, as if he was confused himself.

“But your editor said you were supposed to sleep in our dorms to ‘get a feel’ for what it's like to be an idol. Did he not tell you?”

“No, he didn’t. But I really can’t stay here, I don’t have any of the things that I need,” You added, thinking about how terribly out of place it would seem for you to literally live with these idols for a week. You’re sure that their fans would kill to be in your place.

JB shrugged shooting a quick text before addressing your concerns, “I just asked my manager when we would have time for you to go collect some things to stay and he said that it's gonna be tough to squeeze that in today. He did say that we should be able to tomorrow night, but no promises on that one.”

You just groaned, following JB back into the living room and throwing yourself onto the couch. All of the boys were looking at you as if you were some alien as you tried to collect your thoughts and calm down. Not only were you stuck doing this piece but you were stuck living with these crazy, loud, nice, handsome men for an entire week. Plus you had no chance of clothes, no toothbrush and no sense of what the hell you were going to write in this story.

“What’s wrong with noona?” Yugyeom’s voice echoed into the room, as you felt a dip in the couch beside your form. JB explained to the group your situation, and you wanted to scream because they were all being so nice and considerate and you hadn’t expected that from them. By the time he was done, you had a mixture of different comfy clothes, socks, and even a stray hair tie. The only thing you were missing was a toothbrush, and honestly, you could use your finger if you needed to.

You were settling in, getting ready for the schedules that the boys had today, and pretty soon you find yourself observing them at those schedules. The constant flirting from Jinyoung aside, you weren’t having a terrible time so far. It wasn’t long before you find yourself back at the dorms, the boys complaining of hunger and you were inclined to join in. You ate together, watched a few movies, and had genuine conversations with each of the boys. You weren’t sure when you were taken to bed, but you were there in the morning. The boys were kind to you the following day, they had noticed Jinyoung’s little crush and had started to tease him with it, but they didn’t fail to see the way you reacted to him either. You forgot for a while that you were supposed to be writing a piece, so when you can, you started to jot things down that you wanted to be sure to include.

It was three days later, your fourth day with the group that they finally had a chance to get your things from your apartment. Conveniently, when you asked the boys to come with you, they all had plans. The only person who was free was Jinyoung.

So here you sat, flirting back and forth as their driver took you back to your apartment to grab some clothes. You had been forced to wear different sweatpants and t-shirts to accompany the boys on their schedules, and you were glad to finally wear something that belonged to you.

When you arrive, it took no time at all for Jinyoung to begin snooping. For the most part, you just let him be, he couldn’t find anything too embarrassing. At least, you thought so. A thought which was swiftly proved wrong when he came out of your room holding your purple, vibrating dildo.

“Jinyoung,” you rushed over to him, giving him a glare, “what the fuck!” “Is someone lonely?” He smirked, dangling the toy just out of your reach.

“Shut up-” you hit him lightly, jumping to try and tear the toy out of his hands.

“Hmm, I don’t like that tone sweetheart,” He warned, one of his hands grabbing your chin lightly. You would be lying if you said a pool of arousal wasn’t forming in your core. His tone, the words he used, the way he called you sweetheart and the perfect pressure he was using to hold your head in place all had you going weak-kneed for him. His hand brushed lightly down your front, wrapping around and grabbing your butt harshly.

“I don’t like it when you are wearing the other guy’s clothes,” He practically growled, grabbing your ass a little more harshly than before. You couldn’t have whimpered if you wanted to, because his lips were pressed to yours immediately after. His teeth tugging on your lip, before finding their way into your neck.

You found yourself pushing him towards the bedroom, your eyes shut as you desperately tried to hold onto each other. With a satisfied smile, he pulled your sweatpants down. Your hands found their way into his hair as he nosed at your core, pressing a gentle kiss to each thigh before pulling your panties down and rubbing a finger up and down your slit. You could imagine him inside you, and god, did you want him inside you. He let out a little chuckle as arousal started to become more clear.

“You’re so wet for me sweetheart. So eager to take my dick in this tiny little pussy, hm?” Jinyoung questioned, rubbing my clit a little harder with his finger. You couldn’t answer him, your head was thrown back in pleasure. You moaned as he slapped your pussy. “Use your words,” he growled, sending another slap as he waited for your response.

“God, yes I want you inside me,” you begged, the heightening pleasure leading you quickly to your high. Right as you were about to be washed with absolute pleasure, Jinyoung stopped.

“I didn’t give you permission to cum yet,” he added, tugging the rest of both of your clothes off. You couldn’t take your eyes off of his member, standing tall and erect and bright pink. He led you to the bed, placing a soft kiss to your temple before resuming his relatively harsh actions from before. He dipped one finger into the arousal that was leaking from your hole and rubbed it on the tip of his dick. You couldn’t help but let out a moan as he pushed himself inside of you. He gave you no time to adjust before he started pounding into you. At your moans of bliss, he pulled one leg over his shoulder, letting him reach deeper into your core. You were left gasping for air as he hit your sensitive spot over and over again, filling you better than anyone ever had. He had set a perfect rhythm, giving you no time to forget what it felt like to be empty, and when you feel yourself getting unbearably close, you began to beg.

“Jinyoung, I have to come,” you warned, “Please let me come, please, please.”

Your chants were getting repetitive, but you were starting to lose your mind. Jinyoung was effectively ignoring you, and until he placed a hand on your clit, he was sure he was going to deny you your climax. With his hand rubbing feverishly on your clit and his dick hitting you so deeply, it took you just seconds to cum. Moans and shouts of his name and incoherent praises and sentences left your mouth. As your climax ebbed away, Jinyoung kept up his motions, overstimulating you with both his hand and his cock.

He was still pounding into you, his pace unwavering as you scream from pleasure. Your hole was fluttering around his dick, his grunts and groans getting less controlled as he approached his own high. Your lips frantically met his as you felt his hips stutter. The culmination of all of the sexual tension and flirting from four days finally relaxing as you relaxed in his arms. You fell asleep like that, in his arms, cock still inside you. You spent the night there, sure to get questions from the boys in the morning but not really caring about the ramifications.

When you woke up, the bed was cold beside you and figuring that Jinyoung had an early schedule, you threw on a shirt and walked from your bedroom. Your heart stopped when you saw Jinyoung, eyes intently reading a paper you had come to know well in the past for days. The list. Your list of things that you disliked about Got7.

“Jinyoung,” you started, tears already welling up in your eyes, “I can explain.”

“Why don’t they just act their age? Their dancing isn’t as good as it used to be? Their music is just average?” Jinyoung listed off, reading from the list that had gotten considerably longer over the past four days.

“It’s not what it looks like, I swear,” you pleaded, trying to approach him, he took a swift step away from you.

“We work hard, we are good people. I mean, god everything we have done for you this week, and you’re planning on writing this shit? You were gonna crush Yugyeom by writing these lies about the people he considers his family. And god, don’t even get me started on the mind games you played on me. Jesus, I even slept with you,” he exclaimed, his voice getting louder and louder the angrier he became.

“Jinyoung, I’m -”

“No, don’t apologize. Did you know the boys were trying to get you hired in JYP? We all loved spending time with you so much we-,” Jinyoung took a breath then, not acknowledging the tears that were now streaming down your face, “Just finish out this week and write whatever you goddamn want. Just don’t let the other guys see it.”

And with that he was gone, leaving the list on the table and you to find your own way to their dorm. The nest few days passed just like they had before. The boys doting on you and laughing with you, but Jinyoung wouldn’t even look at you. In fact, he was ignoring you so well that you barely even saw him. You wanted to explain yourself, to tell him that it was all a misunderstanding and that those notes weren’t what you were planning on writing, but you decided to give him some space. Actions spoke louder than words, and when you turned in your piece, describing how you had all of these biases against the group and how all of that changed when you met them and lived with them for a week. You were hoping that they would see it. You were hoping that Jinyoung would read it and realize that you had made bad assumptions about them without knowing who they were. This past week had been a transformative week, and you found yourself waiting for a text, a call, or anything that the boys had acknowledged your piece. But there was nothing.

It wasn’t until late at night when you had too much wine and were tearing up at the thought of never seeing those boys again when a knock rang out at your front door. You shuffled there, not even bothering to look out of the peephole. You had ordered a pizza and were ready to eat your feelings. What you weren’t expecting was a tight hug from Yugyeom, followed by Mark and then JB and then all of the boys after that. You found yourself standing in front of Jinyoung, the two of you just staring at each other as the boys helped themselves to look around your apartment.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, glancing away from him. You couldn’t help but relax when you felt his hands cup your face, and his lips press against yours. The two of you breaking away as Jackson made gagging noises in the background.

“Admit it,” Jinyoung smiled, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards your own couch where the other sic boys sat, arguing over a movie, “it was the sex that changed your mind about us, wasn’t it?”

You just laughed as Jinyoung smirked, smacking him on the chest before finding a spot to sit down and curl up. Jinyoung’s arm finding the space around your shoulders. You smiled as you took in the boys around you, so thankful for your editor for making you change your mind.

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jrctolkien · 5 years

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rosemary rolls - one

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

summary: working at a chili’s was the worst thing in the world. luckily, bucky barnes was one of the best things in the world.

Waking up had been a difficult feat that morning, and you had decided to go on a run to wake yourself up. God knows who put that idea into your head as it did absolutely nothing to help.

You were so tired from your run that morning, and still reeling from the sudden change of your hometown to the close-knit community you had recently moved to, that you stood in the quaint bakery you had found yourself in, shuffling forward until suddenly you were face-to-face with a pretty redhead wearing a striped apron and a jaunty paper cap. “Welcome to Frazier Bakery! What can we do to make you feel at home today?”

God, did you hate this corporate crap, even when you were child and hardly knew what it all was. You looked up at the menu board, scanning it. Coffee, muffins, breakfast paninis, smoothies, bagels. You looked back at the smoothie options, looking them over.

“Extra large Blueberry Banana Freeze.” you told her.

“Coming right up!”

She turned, walking over to a row of blenders, and you took another look around you. There were needlepoint samples on all the walls. LIFE’S TROUBLES ARE OFTEN SOOTHED BY HOT, MILKY DRINKS, read one by the sugar, milk, and cream station. Another one, over by the recycling bins, proclaimed WASTE NOT, WANT NOT. You wondered where they ordered them, and if you could get anything mass-embroidered and framed.

Once you got your smoothie, you went over and took a seat on a faux-leather chair in front of the faux-roaring fire. The title of the smoothie was right: after two sips on your straw, you had a headache so bad you could barely see straight. You put a hand on your forehead, as if that would warm things up, then closed your eyes, just as the front door bell chimed.

“Welcome to Frazier Bakery!!” one of the counter people yelled.

“Thank you!” a voice yelled back, and someone laughed. You were still rubbing your forehead when you heard footsteps, then, “y/n?”

You opened your eyes, and there was a familiar face. Of course it would be him. Who else would it be?

“Bucky.” You greeted coldly.

Bucky peered at you a little more closely. “You okay? You look like you’ve been-”

“It’s just a brain freeze,” You said, holding up the cup as evidence. “I’m fine.”

You could tell that he was not fully convinced, but thankfully, he didn’t push the issue. “What are you doing here? I didn’t know you were here, least of all a Friend of Frazier.”

“A what?”

“That’s what we call the regulars.” He waved at the redhead, who waved back. “Hold on, I’m just grabbing a Freaking Everything and a Procrastinator’s Special. Be back in a sec.”

You took another tentative sip of your smoothie, watching as Bucky walked over to the counter before ducking behind it. He said something to the redhead, who laughed, before grabbing a muffin out of the case and then poured himself a huge cup of coffee. He then pushed a few buttons on the till, slid in a fiver, and took some change out, which he deposited into the tip jar. After waving at the redhead, Bucky started back over to you.

Good lord, you thought, grant me strength. Before Bucky could begin talking again, you quickly stood up and dashed out the door to your car. She had been given to you by your mum when you were 16, and had been promptly named Super Shitty due to her, well, super shittiness.

Bucky was your friend back when the two of you were kids, inseparable. Then Steve had been rescued by Bucky from a fight in a back alley and all hell had broken loose. From the get-go, you didn’t get along with Steve: the two of you were constantly disagreeing and throwing shade n the opposite directions. After awhile, you had just stopped with Bucky, and you’d held a stupid grudge on the two until a couple months ago. If you were going to be living in the same small town as the two, you might as well try and get over your teenage years.

And now Bucky was a regular -or, as he dubbed it, a ‘Friend of Frazier’- at the only bakery that was en-route to your new place of work.

Thoughts of Bucky filled your head as you made your way to work. By the time you had arrived, your horrible drink had been finished and you had a stonking headache.

You had found the restaurant by accident, pulling into it’s car park to take a breather from the torrential rain. It was warm and inviting, with faded red walls and windows that let off the warm glow from inside.

Jobs were a rarity in this town, and you were on the hunt for one after moving into your shared home the previous month. Seemingly, the only places hiring were a stationary company and a loud, vibrant coffee shop. Neither of them interested you, nor did the measly pay they both offered.

You hadn’t decided to go into the shop looking for job, more looking for a space to have a nice coke in the warm. Luck was on your side that night, however, and you had immediately inquired about the 'Hiring!’ sign posted in the front door. After a couple days of waiting, you had received a call informing you of your start on Monday.

Anxiety flowed through your veins as you stepped into the restaurant. Being that it was only just past 9am, you weren’t surprised to see it as empty, sans a lone redhead sat at the bar with her face scrunched up.

“We’re shut.” She said after a few seconds, looking up at you. “Can’t you read?”

Eyes widening, you stammered, “Um, y-yes. I start today.”

With an almost silent sigh, the girl stood. “I’m Natasha from behind the bar.”

“Y/n.” You replied. “From down the road.”

Natasha’s eyes twinkled with what you assumed to be amusement before she motioned for you to follow her. “You’ll probably be waiting, but will undoubtedly have to work bar some days. Tips of the trade, mama: do not use the ice dispenser, get it from the freezer that stores the ice pops. The dispenser will turn off the electricity. Pepper’s looking into it but corporate doesn’t have enough money to spare.”

“Pepper is….”

“Our boss.” Natasha finished. “Tony was originally, but he gave the position to Pepper a year after they first met. He is wrapped around her finger.”

“Do not take my name in vain, spidey!” A cheerful voice made you jump as a familiar man came out of the kitchen doors. Tony was the one to interview you for the job, and had seemed like someone you would want to be friends with.

“Don’t call me that, Tony.” Natasha said firmly, and you couldn’t help but think that this was a recurring thing. “This is y/n.”

Tony’s eyes flicked to you and you smiled. “Hey.”

“Woo, woo, woo! First day!” Tony cheered and you saw Natasha roll her eyes.

“I wish god was in this chilis.” sighed Natasha and a burst of laugh came from you, a single 'Ha’.

Tony’s hand clapped you on the shoulder suddenly. “Let’s get this day started, shall we? I’ll have Sam show you around.”

"That,“ Sam said ,"is Wanda. She makes the best cocktails in town.”

Sam had been introduced to you quickly, but you had immediately connected to the man and his funny banter as he showed you around the Chili’s complex.

The auburn woman Sam was referring to looked up and, with a squeak, Sam ducked down behind a chair. “I think she can also read minds.” He hissed and you chuckled.

“Samuel Wilson!” Wanda shrieked, shaking a wooden spoon in your direction. “Stop talking about me to the new girl. I’m Wanda Maximoff, world renowned chef and all-around good person.”

“You work in a goddamn Chilis!” Sam guffawed and Wanda glared at his back.

The two of you continued, Sam talking faster now with the lunch rush steadily approaching. “You’ve already met Natasha, of course. She can work a knife like nobody’s business.”

This didn’t surprise you. Natasha seemed like the type of person that could snap a bone in half without even blinking. You wouldn’t hesitate to admit that she already scared you, even after only knowing her for a couple hours.

“Bruce has anger issues.” Sam pointed to a short man with glasses low on his nose. He was in the middle of tying up his apron and shot Sam an exhausted look. “He does marijuana. Prescribed. Sometimes he let’s me hit it when he’s not looking.”

“When he’s not looking.” You snorted, nodding your head. “Your brain cells, gosh.”

Sam winked at you. “Those three over there.” You looked into the direction of his finger and your heart immediately sank. “Steve, the blonde one with short hair used to be 5'7, less than 100 pounds. He had a growth spurt when he was 20 and only Bucky knows why. He’s the brunette one. Absolute monster at typing, can do 100 words in under a minute.”

“Wow, real talented people here.” You chuckled. Steve had actually bulked up at 17, just after his mother passed away. It had been an extremely cold winter, stealing souls all over the country, including Ms. Rogers. Her funeral had been a somber affair, and neither Steve nor Bucky could be found at the wake afterwards.

“Yeah, Bucky basically does everyone’s reports around here. You see those two over there,” Sam moved his arm lazily in the direction of Natasha, who was sat next a mousy haired man. “Natasha, of course, but also her best friend Clint. He can fit 134 M&M’S in his mouth. Up until recently, he couldn’t fit 60 in there, but then Nat broke his jaw and bam! It was suddenly a black hole.”

“That’s what she said!” You joked. “No, that’s what he said.”

Sam looked at you for a second and you wondered if you had said anything wrong, before he laughed, clapping you on the shoulder. “Thor, the one in between Steve and Bucky, can bench press both of them at the same time.”

“The same time!?”

“The same time.”

“Alrighty, Sam.” A soft voice said from behind the two of you. “Lunch rush soon, please stop traumatizing the new kid with your stories of Clint.”

“But Pep..” Sam whined at the sophisticated looking ginger in front of you. Pepper, your boss, was wearing a white suit, free of wrinkles. At Sam’s words, Pepper pursed her red lips.

“Work.” She ordered and Sam groaned, trudging off. “I’m not sure if Tony told you, but this is a no-nonsense workspace. We would like you to respect both your co-workers and your customers. If you ever need anything, you’re welcome to talk to me, or any of the team: if you talk to Maria, our HR leader, she’ll keep it purely confidential.”

“Ok.” You squeaked. “Thank you, ma'am.”

Pepper smiled slightly. “Call me Pepper, sweetie.”

As Pepper walked away from you, you could feel the impending doom of lunch at a Chilis whilst working alongside your childhood best friend. Boy, was it going to be a long couple of months.

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xwomanscornedx · 5 years

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TW: domestic violence, assault, gas-lighting, trauma

I officially “met” my ex fall of Sophomore year. We knew “of” each other before hand, but had not really had any reason to hang out or talk prior. We had both won lead roles in our high school play, and ended up having a few scenes together. During the several months of rehearsal, we learned we had a lot in common and were “sympatico” in many ways. He would start a joke, and I would finish it. In improv, one of us would begin a scene and the other could pick it up perfectly. We both sang and played guitar. He started a band. I started an entertainment company, ect. At the time, he was dating a friend of mine so obviously we never went past casual acquaintances because I’m not the type to interfere in a relationship – but I did develop a light crush. After high school we stayed in contact. Sometimes he would stop over, have a beer, and watch something stupid or play video games. Other times, we just shared memes on Facebook. Two years ago, we reconnected while we were both going through hard times. We had hung out before, so I didn’t think anything of him inviting me over to hang out and have a beer. We walked to the store, and on the way back he gently held my hand. We got back to his place, and he pushed me against his van and kissed me hard. From then on, we were inseparable. After only a few months, we officially moved in together and for a while, everything was great. Honestly, the best relationship I’ve ever had.

We were intense. He confessed that he’d had his eye on me for quite some time, and it was like all the pent up feelings between us were coming out in full force. Being with him felt so good, almost intoxicating. We had plans to buy an RV when we both retired and travel the country. Hell, we were even at the point where we were looking at houses together. He wanted his own shop, and the plan was for him to take care of the technical aspects (lead mechanic, hiring, orders) and I would handle the business aspects (payroll, customer service, bookkeeping). I truly believed that we were each other’s happy ending. Sadly, this was temporary.

The abuse began gradually. I have compared it several times to a frog in boiling water. If you put a frog directly in boiling water, it will jump out and run. However, if you put a frog in luke warm water and slowly turn up the heat, it will eventually boil to death before it realizes it’s in danger. Things started small: Little comments about my weight or abilities, drinking more and more, taking the change from my change jar, ect. Over the next year and a half, things got worse. Eventually, he was breaking things and punching walls. He would get so drunk that he couldn’t form complete sentences. During this time, I was trying desperately to help him. I had known him for so long and truly believed that if he just quit drinking, everything would be fine.

Then the physical abuse began. He broke my rib trying to crack my back, even though I begged him to stop. He tried to set me on fire in our bathroom. He would wake me up by pissing on my face when he was angry with me. Once, he got so mad at me for taking too long in the bathroom that he busted the door open, grabbed me by my hair, and threw me out. I landed on my tailbone and cracked it. To this day, I still have issues. I performed in the Vagina Monologues with two black eyes because he was mad I was acting again and he wasn’t. By our two year anniversary, I had quietly accepted that I would die in this apartment. My friends had all but stopped talking to me, he cost me every job I had either by forcing me to quit, making it impossible for me to sleep, or showing up drunk and causing a scene so I couldn’t afford to leave him.

This next paragraph is very triggering. If you are sensitive to topics of violent rape, please don’t read this Move on. Scroll down. Because yes, he did. Sometimes, it wasn’t that “bad” I guess. He wouldn’t allow me to sleep on the bed if I wouldn’t perform for him. He would throw my pillow on the floor and make me sleep there, and sometimes if I was lucky I could just opt for the couch instead. One thing was for sure, when he was in those moods it was my choice to either have sex with him or find somewhere else to sleep in my own home. Other times, I wasn’t so lucky. The worst one I only have vague clips of memory from. I can’t even remember how we got to this point. But I do remember him on top of me, spitting in my face, and screaming how much he hated me. I started to cry because it hurt. I was bleeding. I was begging him to stop and praying for it to be over quick if he didn’t. And he just hawked a loogie in my eye and put a pillow over my head so he “wouldn’t have to look at that (my) ugly face”. I cried so hard I eventually just went out of my head. I wasn’t there, mentally, and honestly don’t remember much after that moment. I know he was eventually tired of me and pushed himself away from me to sleep. In the morning I was so sore it was hard to walk. Hard to pee. Hard to wear underwear. I wanted to die.

Honestly, there’s more abuse than even this. Some things, however, are still too painful to discuss and some I am remembering slowly. As anyone who has worked with trauma victims before will tell you, our brain blocks out some things that are just too much for it do deal with. It’s known as cognitive dissidence.

On July 25th, we had another fight. I wanted to go to bed early because I had a 9am interview. He wanted to stay up, listen to music loudly, and have sex. One thing you may or may not know, I am sterile. I can’t have kids. I tried to sleep through him, but about an hour after I laid down he barged into the bedroom, turned on all the lights, and began grabbing at me and telling me how he was going to “breed” me. I pushed him off of me, which made him very angry. He was already close to two six packs in by this point. He immediately jumped on the bed and began punching me repeatedly. Somehow I managed to grab my mace and sprayed him with it. All this seemed to do was make him angrier. He jumped me again and rubbed the mace on my eyes and inner thighs before finally collapsing from pain by the back door. I managed to force my eyes open enough through the pain to reach the kitchen, grab the milk, and lock myself in the bathroom where I called 911.

The entire time I was waiting for the cops, he was pounding on the door threatening to bash my head in with a hammer. Since he had used a hammer multiple times to beat down the back door or put holes in the ceiling, I 100% believed that if he got that door open before the cops got there, he was going to kill me. Thank God the cops got there quickly and he was arrested.

Between that day and his trial at the end of October, he broke the no contact order repeatedly with phone calls, voice mails, texts, and even emails. Hearing him tell me time and again that he loved me and wanted to change for me was heartbreaking, because I was (and still am) madly in love with him. But trauma bonding is real. I managed to stay strong and move forward. It was hard. The first few months I didn’t even know where rent would come from. But my friends and family came together and kept me afloat enough that I made it through.

Money issues aside, I started playing Minecraft while watching PewDiePie Minecraft videos. It may seem dumb to some, but it made it feel like I was playing games with someone. Like there was someone always with me so I wasn’t so alone. I slowly fixed all the holes and broken things in my apartment, and even repainted some of the furniture to make it my own style. I called my mom daily (Mom, I’m so sorry. I know how annoying I was) and slowly went out more to see people who cared about me. I even managed to get a job in the warehouse of [REDACTED] and found solace in the manual labor I did there. I became the second best truck thrower in the building – second only to my boss’s boss.

I’m also still learning just how deep this has broken me. A friend recently asked everyone to comment one of their talents, and I honestly couldn’t come up with anything. I feel like I have no talents or anything special that makes me worthy of existing. I still say things like “I know I’m not a catch or anything...” and think that when guys are nice to me, it’s because they pity me. It’s like this constant self doubt – even self hate – that taints every aspect of my life.

So that’s it. That’s why I’ve been so quiet. He took a plea deal and will have to complete intense addiction therapy, and be on probation so strict he won’t even be able to fart without [REDACTED] County’s permission. But as for me, I’m damaged right now, but filling my cracks with gold one day at a time. I’m in therapy and planning my first vacation since being free. I’m getting my entertainment company back up and running. But every day I fight his voice in my head telling me I’m not smart enough. Not pretty enough. Not thin enough. Wondering what I did to make him so mad? Wondering why he stopped calling me his “sweet girl”. He used to ask me to get him coffee in the morning before work. I would smile and say jokingly “And what makes you think I’ll do that?” and he would reply “Because you’re a sweet girl” and kiss me on my forehead. I miss that, but not enough to go back to a place where I looked at death as my only escape from him.

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reignsrkive · 5 years

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14 ⌜One thing we always had in common was music. But did you really have to ask for a job at my dad’s record shop where I work too?⌟

‣ Genre; Angst

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Like on a normal Monday morning, you opened your dad’s record shop. You spent the first hour- you always went one hour earlier to organize-, placing new CDs and different pieces of vinyl on the shelves of each genre, playing your favourite playlists on the speakers and humming to the songs quietly. You cleaned wherever you had to and flipped around the open sign, waiting for customers.

As you walked behind the register, you noticed a sticky note with your dad’s handwriting on it. You picked it up and your eyes scanned it, your eyebrows furrowed. ‘The new employee will come by today for his first day at 9am for the morning shifts, along with you. He’s good already, don’t think he needs too much training. -Dad’

New employee? You knew your dad was looking for someone so that they can help you around since he couldn’t be there in the mornings, but you had no idea he already found someone and didn’t tell you sooner. You would have prepared if he did. And it’s a he? Boy, you weren’t ready for what was coming. Your brain told you to expect someone that wouldn’t be that attractive, maybe just cute, some music geek. You would have expected for a girl to get the job in the first place, but a guy? He must be a teen, he wouldn’t be over the age of 20. Not over your age, at least.

You waited as customers came and go, the time being 09:11 am as an unexpected and very much familiar face walked in. The tall and handsome figure, with the long legs, the broad back, the tan skin, pretty eyes, and deep dimples lit the whole room the moment he walked in. Like always, he took your breath away by how effortlessly attractive he was, just in a simple pair of jeans, a white shirt and a jacket, one of those he liked. He had a thing for jackets that you didn’t understand that much, but damn they complimented his figure perfectly each time.

He walked towards the register and stood there with a soft smile, that hid a bit of bitterness as soon as you locked eyes. “Y/n,” He breathed out. “Good morning”

“Joon. Morning. Can I help?” You asked politely, not wanting to sound like a bitch or make a bad impression. “What are you doing here this early anyway?”

“I was looking for your dad, actually. You work the morning shifts?” He furrowed his eyebrows.

“Yeah, always” You nodded. “What would you want my dad for? He’s only here in the afternoons”

“Well, I... I work here? He gave me a job and told me I start today so I-”

“Wait, what? You? He hired you?!” You asked, almost choking on your own saliva. “When did you come in for an interview? Didn’t he tell you I had the morning shifts?”

“Well, he did. I came in a week ago, he was looking and I already know this place by heart-”

“You know this place by heart because we fucked in every spot of it! Doesn’t mean you’ll fit the job!” You whispered loudly at him.

He rolled his eyes and shook his head with a sigh, finding your reaction over the top, feeling wary of the two customers in the store. It was a big store, an ex shouldn’t ruin the reputation. “Y/n, can we not? You like it or not, I need the job and I got it. Your father trusts me, he knows I can do just as well as you, so drop it. If you’re so upset by my presence- well you know what? You shouldn’t be, you should be calm since you were the one who broke up with me”

“My father always loved you, he wanted you to marry me, Namjoon. That’s not a fair judgment” You said.

“We would have gone there if you didn’t, I don’t know, go insane all of a sudden,” He said. “I just want to start my first day. I never came with bad intentions, don’t change that for whatever reason. Sure, I’m bitter because I know I’ve been treated unfairly. But this is a job, not a make up date or something”

“Always have to be the mature one, huh?”

“Someone has to” He replied firmly. “Now, can I get my name tag?”

It took more than a week to actually get used to working with Namjoon. There were countless days where you would just argue whenever you talked to each other, but never in front of people, because you knew that would have consequences. You hated how good he was even from the first day. The only reason you underestimated him was that you wanted to seem defensive so that he doesn’t get close.

You wanted him to get close, but at the same time, you didn’t. There are times where people overreact or argue for stupid things and one makes a bad move, so they break up. That was exactly your case. He was more than upset with you breaking up with him and he had every right. Now, you didn’t have the right to miss him and regret breaking up with him. You didn’t, you broke his heart. You couldn’t tell him you wanted him back, it was uncalled for since he seemed calm and genuinely happy as time went by in the record shop.

You had the impression every day would be filled with arguments and bad feelings. Guilt, pain. Mostly guilt and shame. Nevertheless, the air was different as soon as you woke up. You were kneeling down in front of the entrance, trying to unlock the end of the door, but you struggled as you had your bag on your shoulder and a couple of boxes filled with new CDs.

Namjoon walked up to you, holding two coffees and he immediately put them on the floor as he kneeled next to you. “Let me do it,” He said, his body and face way too close to yours. You turned to look at him, at his big dark eyes, his lips slightly parted, making them look even more pillowy as he leaned in to talk to you.

“Y-yeah, thanks” You swallowed, giving him the key and standing up carefully, to distance yourself. You took in a sharp breath as you looked at him stand up after he unlocked the door and opened it for you to go in after he had taken the two cups of fresh steaming coffee from the ground. “Thank you”

You left the two large boxes on the counter of the register and got behind it, taking your name tag from the first drawer under the counter. You handed Namjoon’s to him and looked down at the two coffees he had set there. “Why two? You’re going to overdose on coffee this early?”

“Ah, no” He laughed lightly. “I got one for you too. Do you still drink your coffee black?”

“Yeah, actually,” You smiled at him, taking the coffee into your hands. The warm exterior warmed up your cold hands and you brought it up to your nose, smelling the fresh brewed double espresso. “That’s really nice of you, thanks”

“If we’re going to be working together in the long term... I might as well” He shrugged, trying his best to seem indifferent and casual. Friendly. All the opposite of what he was feeling.

You nodded, focusing back on your work. He was kind enough to take one of the boxes on his own accord and start organizing the CDs around the store. You didn’t expect to find peace after one month of working with him. You were basically his boss if you thought about it since it was your own father’s record store. It took you long enough to be somewhat peaceful, but you didn’t expect it to feel that good when it did happen.

He looked at you at times throughout that same day. You even felt a little jealous when you noticed a girl flirting with him instead of actually asking about the CD she was holding in her hands. You almost broke it when she came by the register to purchase it, but Namjoon’s eyes being slightly wide as he noticed your stirring anger, calmed you down.

It all came down to the end of the night, where you had to work the afternoon shift and Namjoon offered to stay as well. Your father needing to have a small day trip might have been the cause of something both good and bad. Well, you didn’t exactly know how to receive kissing your ex against the locked record store door all of a sudden, when you were supposed to be closing down and leaving. It just happened. It was his eyes, the way he looked at you, the way it was dark and he looked even better that way, somehow. It was his cologne that still made you melt. Dammit, he was just everything that could make you weak in one person.

You pulled away, pushing his chest slightly, but you realized he had pulled away first, looking at you terrified. “I-”

“I have a girlfriend” He blurted out.

You swallowed harshly and shook your head to try and comprehend what he had just said. “Excuse me, you what?”

“I- well she’s not my girlfriend, we’ve only been out twice and we have a date in an hour but-”

“But?! Namjoon, what the hell are you doing kissing me then?! Are you insane!” You said, pushing him away and starting to pace around, something you did when you were frustrated.

He stopped you in your tracks, his hands on your shoulders and he looked into your eyes with fear. “We’re not exclusive. I’m not sure I even like her. Look-”

“Look what? You’re dating someone!”

“If you would only let me fucking talk, for once, y/n!” He yelled loudly at you, his eyes burning holes into your soul. You gulped down at the tone of his voice, never have been that loud enough towards you, which caused heads to turn as people walked around the busy streets of your city. “You never let me fucking talk! You just have to be the one to make decisions even if you’re delusional, you just have to be the one to say the last word! Am I wrong? Tell me, am I fucking insane for thinking that?!”

“N-no, you’re not, I just-” You stopped, your mouth open but no more words being uttered. “Look, you seem fucking happy, so why would you come around kissing me, helping me out, calming me down and bringing me coffee?”

“You know why the hell I’ve been looking so happy to you? Because I’ve been around you for a whole month. Because of you, because you have that effect on me. I went out with this girl two times to see if anything had changed, but nothing changed. I only decided on another date because apparently, you seem to hate my guts even more now” He said, a loud sigh blowing past his lips.

“I don’t hate anyone”

“Maybe you do and maybe that person is me”

“Joon, I’m not- This is difficult, okay? I can’t just act like this is not weird-”

“Is it weird? Because you seemed to kiss me back right away” He said, his stare so intense it made your heart pound against your chest.

“You know what? If you want to do this here, yelling in front of these strangers walking by, we’ll do it!” You yelled back. “I regret breaking up with you more every single time I see you in the morning. Every time you walk through that fucking door, I see your face and I want to, I don’t know, pound my head against the wall for being that freaking dumb and impulsive for throwing away the opportunity of the most stable and healthy relationship I’ll probably ever have. Every. Single. Day. So you can’t just come up to me, look at me this way and demand me to have an answer after a kiss or whatever!”

“You regret it?”

“Yes, I regret it, Namjoon. Is there a problem with that? I mean, you can tell me I told you so”

“I did tell you so...” He mumbled. “If you regret it then...”

“Then?”

“Then what happens now?”

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uberrapidash · 7 years

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Applying for SSDI in the State of Georgia

A friend of mine, who suffers from chronic mental illness and fibromyalgia, recently said they think they need to apply for Social Security Disability Income, and so I shared with them what they should do, from my own experience so far into the process. I figured it might help other people, too? So here it is.

1. Have less than $2,000 to your name. You will need at least your checking account number and the name of your bank. 2. Gather a list, as completely as you possibly can, of all doctors and therapists that you have ever seen in regard to the illness(es) that render you disabled. You need first and last name and phone numbers. 3. Gather a list of all employments, and rates of pay, that you have held over the last 15 years. 4. Go to the Social Security office in your area to make an appointment. 5. Go to your appointment, where you will sit down with someone who will file for you. 6. Wait. This, so far, is as far as I have gotten.

1. Have less than $2,000 to your name.

Do not have more than $2,000 linked to your name. This includes checkings and savings accounts. It’s easy to lie and say you have no cash, because that can’t be verified. They will want the name of your bank(s) and your account number(s).

This is so stupid. It makes me so mad. If you have more than $2,000, they won’t even look at your medical records. You are preliminarily assumed not eligible for even consideration of SSDI. I am living off student loan - I literally have nothing but debt, I am in the negatives 100% - but because the loan money is in my bank account, I was ineligible. I will appeal the decision. But this is just ridiculous. Besides, having money saved doesn’t mean that you are magically not disabled? Like, what the actual fuck. But anyway.

DO NOT apply while having more money than the limit assuming that you can just take the money out later. If you somehow “get rid of” your “resources” after the fact, you will be penalized by not being eligible to apply for SSDI for 36 months. That’s 3 years.

2. Gather a list, as completely as you possibly can, of all doctors and therapists that you have ever seen in regard to the illness(es) that render you disabled. You need first and last name and phone numbers.

I’d recommend writing it down and giving them a copy of your list. This step isn’t necessary, but it will save time later in the process. Whatever you can’t give them, they will obtain themselves, but remember that you are not the only person they are going to be working on; you are not their priority. The more info you have at the beginning, the better.

I was told that it would help save time if I went in with my hospitalization records at hand, but this turned out to not be true. Regardless of me having the records physically there in my hands, they still have to go and speak with the doctors and get the records on their own. So don’t waste your time acquiring records.

So, all doctors - regular physicians, specialists, psychiatrists, talk therapists - first and last names, and phone numbers. Make a copy, or ask for a copy - keep for your records!

3. Gather a list of all employments, and rates of pay, that you have held over the last 15 years.

I didn’t know they would need this. Luckily, I keep track of all my employments on Facebook. I’ve held A LOT of jobs, most ending because of mental illness. You need to be able to tell them: - Start date - End date - Rate of pay at time of job end

If you don’t know the rate of pay, they will ask for your best guess. Most of mine were minimum wage, so I just said minimum wage a lot.

4. Go to the Social Security office in your area to make an appointment.

My experience was like this: The office opens at 9am. I showed up at 8am, and there were already a handful of people lined up at the door. They opened the doors 15 minutes early, and there was a long line of people getting tickets to sit and wait to be called. No food or drink is allowed inside. (I got kicked out for having coffee.) When 9am rolled around, it got really busy and loud. It was a really unfriendly environment. Wait for your number to be called and go to the window they indicate.

The purpose of this visit is to make an appointment. You shouldn’t need to bring anything with you this visit. While the waiting area and the process of getting in was really anxiety producing and unfriendly, the person at the window was very, very kind. (Also, when I came back for my appointment, the security officer who was unfriendly the first time turned out to be friendly to me the second time. He recognized me and smiled and said welcome back. I don’t know what the difference was - is it just the morning rush? Although, I tend to make people smile when I wear my flower crowns... and I didn’t break the food/drink rule the second time I came in. The person at the window, a different person from last time, was also very friendly. Actually, all the people I’ve been dealing with recently - all these social workers, state-paid doctors, case managers at DFCS and interviewers... they’re all really nice, or have been really nice to me. I think the people working in this field actually do care about people, you know? Just have a good attitude - and this goes for everywhere in life! - and you are more likely to receive better treatment. Give a smile, take a smile.)

ANYWAY - the purpose of this visit is to make an appointment. Your other options are to file yourself at the self-help computers (I don’t recommend! You want to see someone who knows what they are doing!), or to wait that day to see if maybe someone else doesn’t show up to their appointment and you could be squeezed in (but you could be waiting all day...). If you want to only make the trip once, then I guess getting there early and waiting to be seen would be best, but if possible, I’d make an appointment and come back. Either way, please don’t use the self-help computers!!!

Ask them what you need to bring with you to your appointment. Write it down.

5. Go to your appointment, where you will sit down with someone who will file for you.

You’ll check in like how you took a number the first time you went. This time they might call your name instead of your number.

This is where you’ll want all your info that you prepared beforehand.

You may need: - id/driver’s license - social security card (I brought mine but they didn’t ask for it) - proof of residency (mail with your name on it) - wage statement from the Department of Labor (really easy to obtain! Let me know if you want me to write about that) (I can’t remember if they needed this from me or not but I went in with it in hand)

Give them your list of doctors and jobs. If you have done this by listing it all on paper and you want to give them these papers, ask for copies! Always leave as much of a paper trail as possible. This goes for everywhere in life, not just this process! It’s just a really good practice to have.

Personally, I was feeling really embarrassed at first, when they asked why I was filing for SSDI - that’s the very first question I was asked - and I answered chronic severe major depressive disorder. If you have an invisible illness, resolve yourself! You deserve the help. Society, and mental illness in itself, tricks us into somehow sometimes thinking there is nothing wrong with us, if we would just try harder. I mean, just looking at my past on paper - the ups and downs in college and in employments - clearly shows that I keep trying... but keep failing. That’s what mental illness looks like on paper. Plus, I’ve been in the hospital for depression 3 times? How could I ever have believed that I don’t need help and that I just need to try harder? That kind of thinking can literally, seriously lead to death. Don’t cut yourself short. You are strong. You are a fighter. We have to be, for our survival. You deserve the help.

Write down the name of the person who filed for you, and ask for a direct phone line to them.

6. Wait. This, so far, is as far as I have gotten.

They told me the process will take about 4 months, and that I wouldn’t hear anything for about 4 months. You can’t contact the reviewer on your case - you don’t even get to know who that person is. During this time, they will personally contact each of your doctors and request records on you.

Don’t give up.

It’s really rare for anyone to be approved the first time around. If you are declined, simply appeal. At least, that’s what I know so far. But, don’t give up! And more importantly,

don’t give up hope.

#ssdi #disability #disability income #social security disability income #invisible illness #chronic illness

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yeheret · 7 years

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15 “Call me if you need anything.” 28 “You are cordially invited to go fuck yourself.” 41 “Do you like him?”

It was another day in the ring, and just as always, she had beaten her adversary without mercy, she was also hurt, but not as bad as the boy that tried to compete with her, she hate it, all of this boys trying to prove that they could win against her, but she was determined to prove them wrong every time, she owned that ring and no one would take it away from her. The audience was screaming as loud as always, but she didn’t pay attention to them, she collect the money from the referee whose only job was to make sure the fighters didn’t kill each other. She cleaned the blood from her face with the back of her hand and got off to where her trainer was, well, saying she was her trainer was a little too much, she was like a sister to her and she had been helping her a lot

“So, no mercy, right?” Her friend told her and she managed to smile a little

“They know is that way, Zoe, in the moment they put their gross feet on my ring there are no rules” she grabbed the towel that Zoe had in her hands and cleaned the sweat of her face

“Well, Paloma, I have great news for you, there is someone that is willing to sponsor you”

“There is someone that want to be the sponsor of the Devil Latina” Paloma said with a low tone voice that made Zoe laugh “That is a surprise”

“Yes, but you have to meet them tomorrow morning, they want to interview you or some shit like that, so you have to dress up and be pretty for tomorrow”

“Well, they know I fight to live, literally, I don’t think they expect some prima donna tomorrow”

“But they don’t expect you to go there with blood all over your face either, so, do yourself a favor and dress up tomorrow, because this could be the end of our troubles”

“We win enough from the bets” they started to walk to leave the old warehouse where the ring was, it was really late at night, probably already really early in the morning, they reached the car and Zoe got in the driver side because Paloma was too tired to drive

“But we don’t have clandestine fights every week, they can help you get a job and then you can help me get a job, so we can survive instead to worry every time we don’t have enough money from the bets” Zoe explained calmly, that was her personality, she was the voice of reason for Paloma, without Zoe, she probably will already be dead

“You are right” Paloma sighed “Okay, I will dress up for tomorrow and I promise I will behave, or at least I’ll try”

“That’s is the only thing I ask from you” they both smiled, and Zoe left Paloma at her place “Hey, the meeting is at 9am, so you have to wake up a little earlier than usual, be punctual”

Zoe dropped her at her home and then left, when Paloma entered to her small home she started to feel a little weird, she didn’t want to go to the stupid meeting, she knew the kind of people those white collars were, they will try to change her, but she would have to endure it if she wanted a better future, for her and Zoe.

She woke up at 7, she couldn’t sleep much because she was really nervous and she also knew that if she sleep much she wasn’t going to wake up until the afternoon, her phone ringed and saw the message that Zoe sent her with the address and a little note at the end: “Remember to Dress up, and you can call me if you need anything”, Paloma smiled a little and went to her closet, she didn’t have many clothes but maybe she could find something fairly decent, in the end she decided to go with one of her most presentable sweatpants and a black top, and also grabbed a jacket because she felt she was showing too much skin. She left to catch the bus and went to the address that Zoe gave her, and her anxiety just increased, this wasn’t the kind of place she would frequent, it was too nice, too clean, too white, her world was, usually, a lot darker than that. With a deep breath she entered the building and walked towards the secretary, but before she even got near to her another person approached her

“You are the Devil Latina, we were waiting for you, please, follow me” the man talked too fast for her, but she followed him, and the longer she stayed in that building the worst she felt, all of the people there wore suits and she felt out of place.

They walked until a room and inside that room there was an elevator, she gave the man an angry look, but he ignored her and pushed her inside the elevator, but he stayed outside, the elevator had only one button, so she pressed it and waited until it arrived in whatever floor that was, there was another man waiting for her that led her to a conference room that had 6 people sitting inside, five of them were much older than her, but there was a boy that looked the same age as her, and he was staring at her but she wasn’t going to let a rich boy to intimidate her

“Sit, please” Said a woman that appeared to be the boss, Paloma did as told and sat in the farest chair, at the other edge of the table “Your name is Paloma, right?”

“¿Dove in Spanish?” the boy said

“So the rich boy knows another language, astonishing” Paloma couldn’t control her tongue, and for a moment she regretted speaking that way, but when she saw the boy smiling the regret vanished

“My name is Abigail” another rich name Paloma thought “And I’m the boss of this company, and we are the sponsor of a lot of well-known fighters, and we will love if you could join us too”

“And why the interest in an unknown fighter?” Paloma asked a little dubious of those people intentions

“Because you are not so unknown, you’ve been fighting for almost two years in the underground fights, and you hadn’t lost one fight” Abigail said with a smile on her face, yes, she already hated that woman

“And how do you know that?”

“Because Iker is also an underground fighter” Abigail pointed at the rich boy and Paloma couldn’t resist her laugh

“You have to be kidding me, right? The pretty boy is an underground fighter?”

“So you think I am pretty” Iker looked at here directly and smiled, and Paloma returned the smile, bur hers was a mean smile

“Where I come from, calling someone “Pretty” isn’t a compliment” Iker frowned and Paloma smiled triumphant, those rich people shouldn’t mess with her

“You can fight with him later if you want” Paloma looked at the man that spoke and somehow he looked like an older Iker, and even tho she was curious she wasn’t going to show any interest for those people “But we want you to join us”

“And what you expect me to do?”

“We want you to infiltrate Iker in your fights”

“I thought that he was an underground fighter already” she looked at Iker with a sarcastic smile and even tho he tried to maintain her gaze, he couldn’t

“He is, but we both know that there is one kind of fight that a little number of people know about, we want him to go to that fight”

“If you are talking about the “Blood Bath” I can take him there, but I can’t guarantee his safety, it’s not for nothing we call it the Blood Bath, and just by looking at him I know he won’t survive one round”

“We also know that, and that’s why we also want you to train him”

“¿WHAT?” asked Paloma and Iker at the same time

“He needs training and we know that your father was once a famous underground fighter too”

“I will recommend you something; you rich people don’t get the privilege to talk about my father so freely, and right now I don’t even want to ask how you know so many things about my life, but if you want me to accept this stupid deal you will never talk about my father again, he hated your kind of people more than anything” she looked at him like she was going to flip the table and punch him right in the face, but the man didn’t seem to be affected by her threat, and that only made her angrier

“That is your only condition?” the man asked with the same monotonous voice

“I want to know how much you are going to pay me for this death deal” the other woman that was there wrote something in a paper and walked to give it to her “Jesus!” she couldn’t contain her surprise “Are you going to pay me all of this just to train the rich boy and take him to a possible death?” she saw Iker flinch a little by the mention of death and smiled, he wasn’t fit for that

“Yes” Abigail spoke “And you don’t have to worry about his security, we have that covered”

“You know that I won’t tell you where we are going to do the Blood Bath, right?” they all nodded except Iker that had a sad expression in his face “The only thing I can tell you is that it will take place in six months, and I can’t tell if he will be ready by then”

“You can fight him right now if you want to prove if he is worthy or not”

Paloma and Iker looked at each other and nodded, all of them stood up and left the room, Abigail guided them to a new room, it was almost empty except for the five chairs it had against a wall, Paloma almost laughed at that but she would fight Iker and embarrassed him there, because she hated the pretentious type of people, and the Blood Bath was an event incredibly important for her, and the fact that they thought that they could have their own way with their traditions made her really angry. No one spoke, Abigail, older Iker (that was the nickname that she put to the man) and the other three sat in the chairs and Paloma and Iker stood in front of each other, and then a bell sounded.

The fight was a little harder that she thought was going to be, but she still beat Iker, he left her with a split lip and probably a lot of bruises in his body, Abigail and the other four clapped and she felt sick, these people looked at her like she was a circus freak or something, they looked down on the sport she loved, the sport her father taught her.

“So, what do you think?” Older Iker asked

“I guess there is something to work on” Paloma said, not because she believed it but because she remembered Zoe and her needed the money “But I want to make really clear that it doesn’t mean he is going to win the Blood Bath, not even I had accomplished that”

“We don’t care if he wins or not, we just need him to participate in it” There was something that made her feel uneasy, but she needed the money, with the money they were going to pay her she and Zoe could survive for a year without worry

“Do you have paper and a pen?” Paloma asked and the same woman that gave her the paper with the amount of money passed her a blank paper and a pen “Here, this is my address, take him there tomorrow and we will start to train, give him some clothes that aren’t so fancy, I don’t want him to stand out, and I have one last condition” she said looking directly at Iker’s eyes “You will be living with me these next six months because I don’t trust any of you” she saw Abigail smile and the feeling that something was off hit her again

“We don’t have a problem with that”

And just like that Iker started to live with her the next morning, Zoe yelled at her for accepting the proposal without talking to her, but when she saw the money she forgot she was angry. Dealing with Iker was really difficult for Paloma, because he was a spoiled kid, she still didn’t believe he was an underground fighter because of the attitude he had, she always beat him, but somehow he still looked at her like he was better than her, and that only made her go harder against him, it had passed a lot time since she felt so much hatred toward someone, but something changed in Iker after their first month, he started to be a little more humble and talked more to her, but she knew he was getting tired, they always trained at five in the morning because Paloma still had to fight some nights, and maybe was because she was getting tired too that she started to open a little more with him, but something he said in their four month of training made her go back to her usually close personality

“I still don’t get why this “Blood Bath” is so important to all of you, it’s just another fight” Iker said after their training was over

“You know what? I’m really tired of your stupid attitude” Paloma exploded “I am tired of your spoiled way to act, so, I cordially invite you to go fuck yourself, because I can’t deal with you any longer”

“Why are you getting so angry at me?” Paloma stood up and walked towards Iker and grabbed by the neck of his shirt

“Listen to me, and I will speak really slowly so you can understand every word I say” Paloma made Iker look at her “If you think the Blood Bath is just another fight you should go back to your rich live, because they are going to eat you, I’ve been really patient with you but they aren’t going to be, the Blood Bath is an event we held twice a year, and I won’t share it with someone that doesn’t understand it’s importance”

And with that Paloma dropped her and leave their practice room, Iker was more confused about everything, but then saw Zoe that was walking where he was and extended to him a bottle of water, of the two of them, she preferred Zoe, she was more serene and had a pretty face, and a prettier smile, but they never talked much, because he slept almost all the day after every practice, and Zoe always went with Paloma to every fight she had

“Want to know why the Blood Bath is so important to her?” Zoe asked him and sat beside him, he looked at her with curiosity in his eyes and made Zoe laugh “But don’t tell her I said anything”

“I promise”

“Her father died in one Blood Bath” The sad look Zoe had that morning was something that could never leave Iker’s mind “In our neighborhood the Blood Bath is an extreme event, you fight until one of you can’t stand, and the winner of the previous Blood Bath is the last fighter you go against, and if you win then you receive a prize, it’s usually money but just having the title of the winner of the Blood Bath is something every fighter wish for, but for Paloma is more important because her father held the record of the longest person to be the winner”

“How long did he hold the title?”

“Almost five years, but in his last Blood Bath he lost and he died, Paloma grow up admiring her father and his death is something that still haunt her, and she still participates in every Blood Bath, but until now she hasn’t won one”

“How long have she been fighting?”

“Well, she started with her father when she was sixteen, he died two years later, and since that it’s been five years, we met each other when we were fourteen, we’ve been best friends since then, I used to stay in her place because I wanted to escape my abusive home and once Paloma’s father beat the shit out of my father”

“That is something that had to be worth watching” Zoe smiled at him and made his heart at ease for a moment, that story was a little complicated for him to digest

“It was, and now, if you excuse I have to find Paloma before she gets in trouble” Zoe stood up but stopped when Iker called her

“Thank you for telling me”

“Well, she was never going to do it”

With that last sentence Zoe left the practice room and left Iker alone, and he was trying to understand everything, so that was the reasons the Blood Bath so important for Paloma, she had a legacy she needed to keep, maybe in the end he was that rich and spoiled brat that didn’t understand what these fights were for, maybe Paloma had a rightful reason to hate him, but, even if he started to train for the wrong reasons he wanted to make amends now, he was going to show her that he was worthy and that he will honor her father memory. And Paloma saw the change in his attitude; he stopped complaining and started to train more seriously with her, but she noticed something else too, Zoe started to join their trainings, she didn’t fight but help the two of them with the water and the towels, but Paloma decided not to say anything, if Zoe wanted to tell her something, she will wait until she was ready to do it.

The last two months happened really fast, and before they realized it, it was the Blood Bath day, Zoe received a message that morning with the address and the hour, they prepared everything and left an hour before the event started, the Blood Bath was held at the docks, in a little space between the containers, and then Iker realized that that was the reason no one could find it, they Blood Bath always changed the place but the places it choose were really hard and tricky to find, even if someone visited the docks, no one could hear anything because the machines made a lot of noise, the passed the guards, and went to sit in one side of the ring that somebody prepared, and waited to know the order of the fights, some girl gave them a paper with the order and Iker was the first one to fight, so he smiled to the two girls and went up to the ring, Paloma saw Zoe’s worried face and couldn’t contain her curiosity

“Do you like him?”

“Maybe a little” Zoe answered without taking her eyes from Iker

“Then, let’s pray that they don’t kill him in his first round” Paloma joked but looked at Zoe’s frown and took her hand “I’m joking, he is fighting against Franco, he will beat him up, but he won’t kill him” Zoe nodded and they fight started

And just as Paloma predicted, Iker lost in his first round, Franco left him unconscious for 15 minutes, but didn’t do much damage on him, Zoe helped Paloma get him off the ring, and laid him next to Zoe because the next round was Paloma’s, she held Zoe’s hand a jumped to the ring, Gael was the one that beat her on the last Blood Bath, and then he lost against the winner, but this year she was going to destroy him and she was going to be the Winner.

When Iker woke up, it was almost the last round, somehow Paloma made until the semifinal, she just had to beat two more people to win the Blood Bath, but for what Iker could see it wasn’t going to be easy, she was really beaten up, blood was coming out of her mouth, but she just spit it and faced her next adversary, it was another girl, Abril, a girl that used to bully Zoe when they were in school, so when Paloma won they both felt something sweet inside their hearts, but, the last opponent, the winner of the last Blood Bath was Iris, and Paloma knew that this was going to be the hardest fight, because just as her, Iris’s father was once a Blood Bath winner and Paloma’s father was the one who won against him, and Iris had been the Blood Bath winner for three years, but this time Paloma was more determined than ever to win.

The next ten minutes were really confusing for everybody in that place, and the only thing that Iker remembered clearly from the fight was Zoe’s crying face, she had her hand over her mouth, and when the bell ringed she stood up really fast and run to the ring, Iker got up leaning against one of the containers to help himself, and saw Iris in the floor of the ring with her face covered up in blood, and in the middle of the ring, there was Paloma with her right arm raised and Zoe at her side, keeping her on her feet, Paloma’s face was also covered in blood, but Iker saw her tears smile and he smiled too, but, he started to walk away from everyone, the deal he had made with his brother was something that he couldn’t keep, so it was better for him, and them, to disappear, he heard Zoe’s voice calling for him, but he wasn’t going back, he had enough money to go to another city and leave everything behind, and for the sake of those two women that, somehow, showed him a new way to see life, they showed him that there were things more important that money or fame, that things like family, traditions and legacy existed and he was no one to mess with that.

“Iker, you will go, infiltrate them and tell us everything about this Blood Bath, and I mean, everything, so we could stop it, there shouldn’t be anything that can compete with our business”

Maybe in the future he could meet them again, but for now, he wasn’t enough to be at their side…

-Bloody Wood Pecker

#drabbles #scenario #original #this one is absolutely mine #and well #sorry for all the mistakes #my first lenguage is not english #bloody wood pecker #original story

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Thought for the day: 24th June

Today, it’s a long one but if you’ll indulge me I would like to tell you the tale of what happened to me last week…

I’m not actively looking for a new job, I’m quite happy with my current one working as a teacher in a special school. I enjoy it and am very settled. However a job appeared a few weeks ago that seemed very interesting, but it was a huge step up from where I am at the moment. I wasn’t sure whether to apply or not but did anyway because, well why not?

Quite surprisingly I got a call on the Friday afternoon 2 weeks ago that I had an interview the following Friday! Cue panic! I wasn’t really expecting this and I had an awful lot of work I needed to do to prepare, as well as all of the normal schoolwork and safeguarding for my existing position in working from home at the moment.

So from Monday last week I retreated and spent nearly all day every day in front of a computer, reading, practicing, working on a presentation I had to do and only breaking away to feed the girls as Lizzie is back working full time.

As Monday passed I felt a little anxious, Tuesday went by and I was really anxious, Wednesday came and I was feeling terrified – even beginning to have physical reactions like not really wanting to eat and my hands were shaking. Now if anyone knows me I am really not like this! I’m pretty laid back and things like this just tend to wash off like water off a ducks back, I mean it can’t be nearly as embarrassing as that time when I hit 2 golf balls into a house in front of a crowd on the first tee of Open Championship Qualifying surely? I was very short with my family and hadn’t really contributed to family life in those 3 days - all my focus was totally on this interview. This was made doubly strange as I already had a job that I liked!

Lizzie came home on Wednesday night and chatting that evening she asked “How was morning prayer today?” Just to be clear, barring when I am in school, I am on the 9am HT morning prayer zoom meetings every day. Sometimes I contribute, sometimes I just listen but spending half an hour with others in Gods presence every day is just the best start to a morning. Laying things out before God in thanks, praise and forgiveness sets the whole day up in a positive light.

Of course I hadn’t been online all week. I hadn’t checked in with anyone, I hadn’t told anyone about what I was doing (except 3 people who I put off meeting up with so I kind of had to tell them), I had even cut our small group meeting to just a half hour’s quick meeting in the evening on the Tuesday – I don’t even know why really, I had finished all the preparation for the day by then!

So back to Lizzie’s question. I sort of mumbled that I hadn’t been that morning, or any morning. Lizzie couldn’t believe it and said one word: “Why?”

I was literally speechless. She asked again: “Why?”

I got up off the sofa and left the room for a minute. That one word floored me. So many emotions. Embarrassment. Shame. Guilt. Stupidity. Failure. I walked back into the room. Lizzie had one more question for me: “Have you been doing all this in your own strength?”

Honestly! What an IDIOT!

I brooded on this all night and waking up more anxious than ever, I of course attended the prayer meeting the next morning which was Thursday. 5 minutes after the prayer meeting finished I got a text – Jamie Shepherd sent “Praying for you today. Not sure when your ‘important meeting’ is but praying for you.” Obviously Lizzie had spoken to Jamie’s wife Heather who had passed on the message.

I felt really emotional.

God sometimes has a way of telling you off without actually telling you off. Literally 5 minutes after finishing a prayer meeting I had avoided all week a message arrives saying that someone cares and is praying for me. He followed up my thanks with “…the more people praying for you the better…”

At that point I apologise for everyone that got my texts asking for prayer, it was like a dam breaking. I specifically asked for prayer for the anxiety that I was feeling and I thank absolutely everyone who prayed for me, there were so many incredible messages back.

- As the morning became lunchtime I felt ok, I even spoke to Daisy and Elodie when we had lunch together!

- As lunchtime became tea time I actually felt happy. The girls even commented on how annoying I was.

- I slept deeply for the first time that week.

- I woke up on Friday morning lacking in self confidence but not with the knot in my stomach I’d had all week.

- At 9.25am as I hit the ‘Join with video’ button I was actually looking forward to the whole process.

“Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.” Matt 22:37

How many times have I heard Jesus say the greatest commandment of all? Yet still I have to be reminded and challenged because I break away from giving everything to God. There are so many times in the bible when we are told to trust in God. One of my favourites is:

“So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.” Isaiah 41:10

We are also told many times that prayer works, again my favourite is here:

“Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.”

Phillipians 4:6-7

There are three points that I have learned in the past week.

1. Please challenge each other!

If we don’t challenge each other (in a positive way!) it is very hard to know if we are walking the right path. “Brothers and sisters, if someone is caught in a sin, you who live by the spirit should restore that person gently.” Galatians 6:1

2. Ask for help!

I really struggle to ask for help but we are not meant to struggle alone, we are clearly meant to combine all our strengths to encourage and lead each other in our different journeys. “…so in Christ we, though many, form one body, and each member belongs to all the others. We have different gifts according to the grace given to each of us.” Romans 12:5-6

3. Pray for each other!

Prayer really works

My anxiety levels dropped to nothing after I asked for help and asked for others to pray for me.

Prayer really works

Things change for the better when we pray for each other.

Prayer really works

“If you believe, you will receive whatever you ask for in prayer.” Matt 21:22

Prayer really works

I didn’t get the job by the way, I’m obviously where God needs me to be at the moment – and I’m more than happy with that.

James

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