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The Ancient Kiss ✨

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GOT7 / Someone flirts with their S/O

REQUEST: Can you made “Got7 reaction when someone tries to flirt with his girlfriend ”

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WARNING: strong language, some mentions of violence, & some sexual themes

Mark

It took Mark over fifteen tries to ask you out because you kept mistaking his flirting for general friendly behavior. He didn’t realize that your cluelessness would continue to be a problem even when you were already in a relationship.

“Y/n!” Mark scolded as he watched a guy you were just talking to walk away. “Why the hell did you let that guy flirt with you?”

“I didn’t. What are you talking about?” you frowned. “He just came here to ask for directions and told me my dress was really nice.”

“Is that what he said?” Mark asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Well, not in those words but I’m sure that’s what he meant—”

“Y/n,” your boyfriend cut you off, shaking his head. “When will you realize that almost every guy that talks to you is flirting with you?”

“They’re just being nice,” you claimed.

“They’re most definitely not,” Mark insisted. “They want what’s mine.”

Quickly realizing that arguing with him about this would be useless because both of you were the type of people to stand their ground no matter what, and sometimes, one of you had to give in or you’d continue to argue about this for months, you just sighed.

“Either way,” you said. “They’re not going to get me. I already have a boyfriend who has it all backwards, but he’s my boyfriend nonetheless.”

Mark smiled proudly at first but then realized. “I do not have it all backwards.”

“Being overly paranoid that everyone who talks to me is flirting with me, doesn’t seem like normal behavior to me, Mark,” you said, smiling sweetly. “But I still love you despite all of that.”

JB

Jaebum always clenched his teeth whenever he saw you wear something that was at least somewhat revealing. He never said anything to you because he was a decent human being and he knew he didn’t own you but boy, did the fact that you made everyone’s heads turn drove him up the wall.

Another thing he never revealed was his jealous side which, he claimed, he didn’t have at all.

“That guy at the end of the club has been staring at you the whole night,” he told you, shooting lasers at the guy, sitting in the lounge area of the club. “And it doesn’t bother me in the slightest.”

Almost laughing because Jaebum’s anger caused by his jealousy was probably visible from space, you placed a hand on his chest. “That’s great, Jae. I’m proud of you for not getting jealous pointlessly.”

“I’m going to stop by the bathroom and then we can head out, yeah?” he checked up and you nodded.

He placed a quick kiss on your cheek, glancing at the guy at the end of the club again, and then heading for the bathroom.

Obviously, as soon as Jaebum was no longer in the picture, the guy stood up and made his way to you. He was drunk. You could smell the alcohol on him from across the club.

Naturally, losing all of his common sense – not that he had a lot of that, in the first place – he started sweet-talking to you despite having just seen you with a boyfriend. As soon as his hand came to your thigh, you jumped off the bar chair, glaring at him.

“I have a boyfriend,” you said. “And I strongly suggest you leave because, frankly, he doesn’t have a very good impulse control. If he saw you right now, you’d end up at the hospital.”

“Is that the pretty boy you were with?” the guy laughed, walking closer to you again. “Come on, darling, we both know he’d be too afraid to mess up his—”

“Step the hell away from my girlfriend, you fucking son of a bitch.”

The guy in front of you instinctively took a step back at the threatening tone of your boyfriend who wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you towards the door.

“If I fucking see you again,” Jaebum glared at the guy who was still taken aback and hasn’t managed to say a word yet. “I’ll beat your ass into the pavement.”

Jackson

You were hanging around your group of mutual friends and one of them, your friend from university, asked you to explain your latest assignment to him. As you were doing that, you felt Jackson’s hand on your leg. At first, you just smiled at him, not paying attention to the unhappy expression on his face. But when he started to caress your thigh, distracting you, you turned to look at him with a frown.

“Jackson, please, would you give me a moment?” you asked.

“I can’t,” he said. “I really need your attention right now.”

“Okay. Hold on just a moment though until I finish explaining—”

“I can’t hold on any moments,” Jackson said. “I’ve been holding on the whole night.”

You knew he didn’t need you to do anything in particular, he just needed you to stop talking to others and give him attention. Sighing because you knew Jackson wouldn’t stop unless you complied, you apologized to your friend and turned to look at your boyfriend.

“You always do this,” you said.

“I’m not doing anything,” he shrugged his shoulders, smiling in content now that all of your attention was on him. “That guy was obviously only asking you questions because he’s into you. I’ve heard him talk about the assignment to his friends before. He knows very well what it’s about.”

You frowned turning around to look at your friend who had just walked away from you and was now talking to his group of friends.

“That’s bullshit, Jackson,” you said, shaking your head. “He has a girlfriend.”

“Yeah, well, he didn’t seem too bothered that you had a boyfriend so maybe he’s just a dick,” Jackson said, shrugging his shoulders.

“Whatever. You still could have been nicer.”

“I am nice,” he pouted. “It’s him who could have been less of a motherfu—”

You placed a kiss on his lips, cutting him off before he could finish. After pulling away just a second later, you saw Jackson glance at someone behind you.

“Kiss me again,” he asked you. “I want to prove that asshole a point not to mess with other people’s girlfriends.”

“Is it really him you’re thinking about when I’m kissing you?” you asked, frowning.

Jackson’s eyes returned to yours and a small smirk appeared on his lips. “Trust me, I’m thinking about something else when you’re kissing me, baby.”

Jinyoung

Jinyoung had that cute, cinnamon roll appearance that made him seem innocent and almost child-like. Which is probably why whenever you were out with him, “tough” guys always hit on you, thinking Jinyoung wasn’t dangerous.

You just watched in amusement as your boyfriend unleashed his savage side and left the other guys confused and too shocked to function properly.

“Hi, baby,” one of the so-called bad boys approached you when you and Jinyoung were waiting in line for a concert. “What do you say if you and I go for drinks after?”

“What do you say if you and my fist go out for drinks after?” Jinyoung interrupted.

The guy raised his eyebrows and turned to look at your boyfriend. “Excuse me? I don’t remember talking to you.”

“You’re about to not remember talking to my girlfriend, either,” Jinyoung started to take a step towards the other guy when you quickly jumped in front of him, blocking the two guys from each other.

“There’s no need, Jinyoung,” you said, trying to get him to look at you so he’d break eye contact with the other guy. “He’s leaving anyway.”

“Am I leaving with you, baby girl?” the guy said again, purposefully pulling Jinyoung’s strings.

You knew your boyfriend couldn’t fight. He had a way with words but he sure as hell couldn’t land a punch. And you weren’t particularly excited about spending the night at the hospital.

“You’re leaving,” you said to the guy. “Period. I’m not interested.”

“I bet I can change your mind, though,” he continued relentlessly.

“Are you fucking deaf?” Jinyoung’s tone was louder and much angrier now. “She told you to fuck off.”

“You need to put a leash on that one,” the guy told you, nodding in the direction of Jinyoung. “He seems a little rabid.”

“I’m about to go rabid on your fucking ass if you don’t—”

“Jinyoung,” you said again, having to physically push Jinyoung away, so he wouldn’t cause any more trouble. “Let’s go get some air, okay? I don’t want to be here anyway.”

Jinyoung’s eyes left the asshole who was harassing you. “But the line to the concert—”

“It’ll still be here when we come back,” you said. “You need to clear your head.”

Realizing that you were doing this so he’d calm down, your boyfriend just sighed. “He was hitting on my girlfriend, Y/n. Obviously, I had to say something.”

“And you did,” you said. “Now let’s leave before it escalates.”

“What, you don’t think I could take him?” he raised his eyebrows.

Rolling your eyes at the men’s constant need to reaffirm their masculinity, you chose to let Jinyoung win this one. “Of course, you could take him. But I don’t want you arrested, so let’s go.”

Smiling, he kissed your temple, bringing your body to his. “I love you, Y/n. And I will always defend your honor.”

“Oh God,” you groaned. “Please don’t say it like that.”

Youngjae

Youngjae never really knew how to react when other guys were hitting on you in front of him. He was jealous but he didn’t get aggressive. Which is why, he pondered his choices, not knowing what to do as he watched a guy flash you a Prince Charming-like smile

“Sorry,” you said to the guy who had just invited you to go to a party at his place. “But I’m here with my boyfriend.”

“Oh,” the smile left the guy’s face as he noticed Youngjae who was holding your hand and watching him intensely. “Well, he can come, too… I guess.”

You almost laughed at this. “No thanks. We’re just going to hang out tonight. Just the two of us. Like we do most of the time.”

“Well, that doesn’t sound very fun,” the guy said.

“Oh, believe me,” you were grinning now. “It’s very fun.”

The guy quickly understood what you were talking about and excused himself immediately. Once he was gone, you turned to look at your boyfriend with a victorious smile on your face while he just watched you for a moment.

“Did you, uh, just tell that guy we were about to go home to have sex?” he asked you.

“That’s not what I said,” you replied. “But I was hoping that that’s what he’d think.”

Youngjae smiled at this. “I don’t like that guy.”

“Me neither,” you said.

“Well, let’s go then,” Youngjae said, pulling your hand towards the exit.

“What, where?”

“Home,” Youngjae said, smiling widely now. “To hang out. Just the two of us. Like we do most of the time. Because, apparently, it’s very fun.”

You laughed at this, slapping his shoulder. “Don’t you use your words against me.”

“Hmm. What are you going to do about it?” Youngjae challenged playfully.

BamBam

Feeling possessive over you was something he had trouble getting rid of. He knew you didn’t particularly enjoy that he always had to find a way to show everyone that you were his, but it felt as if he lost his mind whenever someone else was talking to you.

Always wrapping an arm around your waist whenever you were talking to someone that wasn’t him, he’d bring your body closer to his, being unnecessarily over-affectionate just to prove a point.

“Bam, you’re seriously starting to embarrass me,” you told him once the guy you were talking to walked away.

“What, my love is embarrassing you?” BamBam asked, feigning shock.

“It’s not love,” you said. “It’s your… honestly, I don’t even know what you’re doing but you need to stop.”

“Y/n, that guy was obviously flirting with you,” he told you matter-of-factly. “Did you honestly expect me to just stand back and watch?”

Trying not to laugh at this, you cleared your throat. “He was flirting with me, huh?”

“Yes!”

“Well, that sure as hell is going to make a fun family story next Christmas,” you said. “Because that guy was my cousin.”

Suddenly very awkward, BamBam released his grip on your waist. “Oh.”

You finally laughed at this, while he groaned.

“Don’t laugh, Y/n! I didn’t know!” he asked, but that just made you laugh even more.

“That is precisely why you should stop acting like you own me in front of people, Bam,” you said, wiping the tears from your eyes.

“In front of people, huh?” his voice was suddenly lower and needless to say, you weren’t laughing anymore. “Then can I act like I own you when it’s just us two?”

Exhaling quietly, you looked around to see if anyone was close enough to you two to hear what you were talking about. Thankfully, no one was.

Walking even closer to your boyfriend, you wrapped an arm around his neck and leaned in to whisper in his ear. “You already own me when it’s just us two.”

Wrapping his arms around your waist tightly, he made you gasp and pull away to look him in the eyes.

“You have five minutes to tell everyone goodbye,” BamBam told you. “Because we’re going home.”

Yugyeom

Yugyeom never expressed his jealousy when he saw someone flirt with you but you could tell by the way he turned quiet that he wasn’t very happy with the guy who was talking to you. You rebuked the guy’s attempts to flirt with you and eventually, he took the hint and walked away.

When you asked Yugyeom what was wrong and why was he so quiet all of a sudden, he didn’t say anything, though. And he didn’t have to. You already knew what was wrong.

However, you didn’t expect him to be so cold to you the whole day.

“Yugyeom,” you said, losing patience because the two of you were preparing to go to bed and he was still not talking to you. “Honestly, what’s wrong? You’ve been acting weird the whole day.”

Finally, he sighed and sat down on the bed. “I just feel so helpless whenever others hit on you that I don’t even know what to do with myself.”

The insecure undertones when he spoke was what made you stop doing what you were doing and walk around the bed until you were standing directly in front of him.

“You don’t have to do anything,” you told him. “I love you, Yugyeom.”

“I know,” he nodded. “But sometimes I wonder why.”

You raised your eyebrows in shock. “What? Why would you—Yugyeom, are you seriously doubting what we have right now?”

“It just doesn’t make sense to me sometimes,” he admitted with a sigh. “There are so many better guys than me—”

“Well, there are so many better girls than me,” you countered. “And you’re still with me.”

“Because I love you,” Yugyeom replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Exactly!” you replied. “Remember that I have to watch you be surrounded by girls almost every time we go out and I try not to let it get to me.”

“Yeah, because you don’t get jealous.”

“I do,” you disagreed. “Believe me, I do. But I remember that you love me and I get over that jealousy.”

“It’s not so easy,” Yugyeom sighed.

“Well,” you said, sitting on the bed next to him and placing a hand on his knee. “Then I guess I’ll have to keep reminding you how much I love you so you always remember.”

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Hello!!! I hope you don't mind doing this one,

Can you help me write a traumatized person who's having trouble talking because of past trauma? (They can still interact with people, but only with signs and movements, not voice) and also a little anxious

Tell me if you need more details =)

How to Write a Mute / Non-Speaking Character

-> healthline.com

-> verywellhealth.com

-> descriptionary.wordpress.com

Types of Mutism:

selective mutism: having the ability to speak but feeling unable to.

organic mutism: mutism caused by brain injury, such as with drug use or after a stroke.

cerebellar mutism: mutism caused by the removal of a brain tumor from a part of the skull surrounding the cerebellum, which controls coordination and balance.

aphasia: when people find it difficult to speak because of stroke, brain tumor, or head injury.

What Causes Selective Mutism in Adults?

having another anxiety condition, like separation anxiety or social anxiety

experiencing physical, emotional, or sexual abuse

having a family history of selective mutism or social anxiety

having fewer opportunities for social contact

having an extremely shy personality

having a speech or language disorder, learning disability, or sensory processing disorder

parent-child enmeshment, or lack of clear boundaries in the relationship

traumatic experiences

Traumatic Mutism vs Trauma-Induced Selective Mutism

if you have traumatic mutism, you may be unable to talk in all situations following a trauma.

with trauma-induced selective mutism, you may find it impossible to talk only in certain situations-- for example, in front of the person who hurt you or in a setting that resembles the circumstances of your trauma.

Different Ways Individuals with Mutism May Choose to Communicate:

Nonverbal Communication: they may rely on facial expressions, gestures, eye contact, and body language to convey their thoughts, emotions, and intentions.

Writing or Typing: they may use a pen and paper, digital devices, or communication apps to write messages, notes, or responses.

Sign Language: they can convey meaning, emotions, and engage in complex conversations through hand signs, facial expressions, and body movements.

Augmentative and Alternative Communication (AAC) Devices: these devices provide individuals with a range of tools and technologies to support their communication needs. They can include speech-generating devices, picture boards, apps, or software that allows users to select words, phrases, or symbols to generate spoken or written output.

Communication Boards and Visual Aids: Communication boards or charts with pictures, symbols, or words can assist individuals in conveying their messages.

Assistive Technology: various assistive technologies, such as speech-to-text apps, text-to-speech programs, or eye-tracking devices that aid individuals with communication.

Tips on Writing a Mute / Non-Speaking Character:

Explore the vast array of nonverbal cues such as facial expressions, body language, gestures, and eye contact. Use descriptions to convey their intentions and reactions.

Utilize internal dialogue. Offer readers a window into their internal thought process, and turn their internal dialogue into a narrative that reveals their inner struggles, triumphs, and complexities so that reader can connect with the character.

Establish a communication system that is unique to your character (Sign language, written notes, telepathy in a fantasy setting, etc.). Having a communication system allows your character to interact with other characters and contribute to the narrative.

Surround them with Understanding Characters that can aid in communcation and fostering meaningful relationships.

Establish the Barriers/Conflicts They'll Experience. Don't forget to be realistic.

Your character is not defined by their inability to speak. Make sure you do not write stereotypes and cliches. Being mute is only one aspect of their identity rather than their defining trait.

Do your research! Seek out firsthand accounts, experiences, and perspectives. Check out online forums and resources to gain insights into their unique challenges, adaptations, and strengths.

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♡ pairing: haechan x reader. ♡ genre: fluff. ♡ content: parents au, established relationship, dad!hyuck, sleepy!hyuck. ♡ wc: 0,5 k an: once you enter this state you don't get to leave, huh?

you stir in your dreams as your senses stretch and intertwine in a spiral that lulls you into semi-unconsciousness before the icy touch on your arm pulls you out of the planet of dreams. because there he is, at the foot of your bed, watching you with sleepy eyes.

“mommy.” he whimpers in a whisper, pulling you out of your slumber almost immediately and shooting your body upright. “jisoo, sweetheart...” you murmur, gently removing the placid arm around your waist to take the child in your arms. he's freezing. an alarm goes off in your instinct and you panicked, thinking on repeat to protect him at all costs. “i dreamt bad things,” he confesses, rubbing his eyes as you bring him with you under the covers. “oh, baby...” you try to warm him up by stroking his back and hair. your lips leave a small kiss on the crown of his head. “don't worry, love.”

something shifts behind you as you lull jisoo to sleep. haechan's been dreaming a dream he no longer remembers because he's aware now. something's missing. without the warmth of your embrace he's getting cold, so between dreams, his hands seek for you in the dark. not awake, barely conscious, he mutters your name. is he having a dream about you?

reaching your body and drawing you to him as he gains consciousness, hearing your whispered voice saying something. completely lethargic, he nuzzles into your neck as he wakes up almost automatically; he hears you clearly now. “a monster!” the child whisper in a squeal. “oh my goodness, what makes it a monster?” he's barely awake, yet a smile flourishes on his lips the moment he hears your voices trying to stay quiet as you chuckle.

“it has tremendous teeth and it's hairy.” you patiently hear him explain. “did he harm you?” you wonder, feeling him shaking his head, “well, maybe his only crime is looking terrifying,” you observe. “maybe next time you can ask him if he's scared too.” your head lolls to one side just to see haechan peeking over your shoulder, whit his cheek pressed on your skin and his eyes traveling to yours and something like love expands in your chest. “can you stay with jisoo while i check donghyun?” you ask, watching him nodding as he lazily shakes off his dreams.

you get out of bed and walk down the hall to the half-open room. there is barely a faint light coming from the moon-shaped lamp in the outlet, which allows you to see the figure crouched in its crib. in the gloom, you approach donghyun and make sure he is okay. combing his little caramel curls out of his plump, tanned cheeks. two brown sleepy orbs blink at you. “mom... i was trying to fall asleep to fight jisoo's monster.” you stroke his hair, in awe. “were you?” you say in shock as a laugh escapes your lips. “i'm sorry, love.”

seeing that you are there, you make sure that he is well. “want to come with us?” you take him in your arms. “i'm sure you will, baby,” you assure him as he explains his scheme with slurred and sleepy words, remaking the way to your room. you're about to go inside, but suddenly stop halfway to record the intimate moment that unfolds inside the bedroom. unable to interrupt, you sharpen your ears as donghyun rests his head on your shoulder, dozing.

you barely hear your husband's melodious voice humming a song you vaguely remember hearing. savoring the name on the tip of your tongue, your heart bloom at the familiar song. “the monster's gone, he's on the run. and your daddy's here...” you smile tenderly as your hand caresses donghyun's back, ultimately recognizing what he's singing.

he's there, with his eyes closed as he comforts jisoo into his arms. lyrics slipping from his lips full of love.

“beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. beautiful boy.”