Things You Should Not Say To People (especially Neurodivergent People & People With Trauma):

Things you should not say to people (especially neurodivergent people & people with trauma):

"It's weird that you carry a stuffed animal with you"

"just clear your head"

"you're not a kid"

"you're too old for toys"

"stop humming"

"stop bouncing your leg"

"just go over there"

"it's not that hard"

"grow up"

"you're talking too much"

"you don't seem [enter mental illness/disorder]"

"your room is disgusting"

"don't you ever do anything?"

"did you even try?"

"you look crazy"

"are you sure you want to wear that out?

"why are you always crying?"

"that's just life"

"get over it"

"you should understand this easily"

"I think you're faking it"

"i don't think you need meds"

"you used to be so happy"

"you've always had a good life"

"what part of ____ do you not understand???"

*yelling*

"it's not that many people, stop covering your ears"

"this is the real world"

"it's not hard to make friends"

"are you slow or something?"

"what's so hard about ordering food?"

"you're still not done with that?"

"it didn't seem like you had adhd until your diagnosis"

"i really don't think [insert mental illness/disorder is real"

"i don't care how you feel about it"

"why can't you follow simple instructions?"

"you always pull your phone out in public and don't talk to anyone"

"if you cared, you would've heard me"

"no, you're just not listening."

"it's just a hug!"

"could you just act normal"

"stop being so quiet"

"stop being so loud"

"why can't we touch you? we're your family."

RB and add your own! Remember that your mental illness does not make you any less of a person and no one should treat you as less of a person because of it. ✨

step by step | knj

summary: being married and being in love are not the same thing. you and namjoon would know that better than anybody. but just because you married each other for business rather than by choice doesn’t mean you’ll never be able to love each other.

{arranged marriage!au}

pairing: kim namjoon x reader genre: fluff word count: 2k warnings: being awkward even though they’re literally married a/n: this drabble was commissioned for the #blacklivesmatter movement! thank you for commissioning me and supporting the cause. i hope that you enjoy!! this drabble definitely satiated my desire for an arranged marriage fic (actually, i think it made it worse?????)

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Eldest daughters rb this and tag with where your parents stand birth order wise amongst their own siblings

Blinding lights ✨

i have a request for something Taehyung! maybe taehyung christmas/holiday??? OR taehyung and the prompt "Give me attention"??? honestly i will take anything taehyung 🤩

↳ The Best Friend’s Older Brother Cliché

2.3k || 99% Fluff, 1% Angst || Kim Taehyung || Best Friend’s Older Brother!AU

Taehyung is your best friend’s older brother. 

It’s so entirely cliché that you cringe whenever you think about it, but it’s true and it happened…..you had the tiniest crush on him in high school. Okay— it was a big, fat crush. But you weren’t willing to admit it, not then and certainly not now. Mostly because it’s weird. Plus there’s the fact that it would be breaking the code of honour between besties. Sisters before misters.

The last thing you would want is to make Joy upset. 

But when you came home from college in the summer and Taehyung returned from his own studies abroad...you didn’t expect him to look like that.

“Hey, Y/N.”

“H-Hey.”

Taller. Leaner. Better dressed.

Maybe it had just been a long time since you’ve seen Taehyung. Maybe you had gotten desensitized but the long period away from him made you hyper aware of his existence again. Either way, seeing him made you realize that he had very much become a man.

He was no longer just the unattainable, cool teenage boy that you swooned over but left behind nonetheless in your coming of age years. And that fact slapped you across the face.

You didn’t expect for him to be like that either.

To smile at you like that. To strike up conversations. To be interested in what you were doing, where you were going.

“What are you majoring in again?”

“Anthropology.”

“Really? That’s super cool. I took one anthropology class when I was a freshman. Do you like it?”

“It’s not too bad. I think it’s interesting.”

Taehyung smiles faintly. “I always knew you were smart.” 

It was one date. 

You came over. Joy was abruptly called in to fill a shift at her summer job at the ice cream parlor.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry. I swear I’m going to choke Jimin.”

“And then who’s gonna have to bail you out? Get going before you’re late.”

“Promise we’ll hang out more tomorrow.”

“Have fun at work!”

Taehyung happened to be there, hanging around the house, and he offered to drive you home.

“You really don’t have to.”

“I’m not going to make you take the bus in this hot weather, you know that right?” The corner of his mouth tugs easily. “Just get in the car.”

Except you both stopped to grab a small bite. A burger and fries. While sitting out at the park.

You’re not sure if that even constitutes as a date — there was nothing said about it, no mention made, all entirely too casual to be considered one. But it was the first time you and Taehyung were alone together.

Okay, if that counts...then technically it was two dates.

You and Joy went out to Jungkook’s party. She had a little too much to drink and the pair of you needed a ride home afterwards. Naturally, Taehyung was the one who picked you up in his car, begrudgingly, as Joy fought him before she laid down in the backseat, but he still flashed you that smile.

“Had fun tonight?”

“It was alright.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t end up going home with him.”

“Who?”

“You know. That guy with the glasses you were talking to on the lawn.”

“Namjoon? Oh no, we’re just friends.”

“Hmm. Is that so.”

After Joy was put to bed and tucked in, Taehyung asked if you wanted to stick around to watch a movie. You might or might not have cuddled into him during those three hours, but really was it cuddling? He just slung his arm over the couch where you were sitting and you leaned into his chest.

The two of you were just getting comfortable.

Alright, if that counts, then it was three dates but just three!

Taehyung asked you out personally, but it was to help him pick a gift for Joy’s birthday. He drove you downtown and you walked together in the streets, checking out boutiques before parading around the mall.

“What do you think?”

“Joy hates camo print and she doesn’t need another backpack, Taehyung.”

“Perfect! So she’ll love this then.”

He ended up getting a sweater she’d been eyeing for months.

When it became dark and you got hungry, instead of being dropped off at home, you went to the night market together on a whim. You snacked, had conversations and exchanged numerous stories. You still remember the laughter and how much your cheeks ached when you finally jumped into bed that night.

But before the summer ended, before you both left for your respective colleges, he wanted to talk.

“I had a lot of fun this summer.”

You eye him. “What did you even do this summer?” 

“Hang out with you.” Taehyung grins, eyes sparkling with mischief. “And I liked it.”

“Good. I might be hurt if you thought this entire time was awful.”

“I like you too much to ever think that. But...hear me out. What would you think we made things offici—

“We’re going to be super busy,” you interrupt in a panic, having a sense of where he was going with this. “...going to different schools and all that.”

You search his expression while schooling your own. Taehyung stays silent for a second and tries to read you. You’re not sure how successful he is.

“Right.”

“I’ll contact you, Taehyung.”

He smiles at that and eases. “Okay. Yeah. Sounds good. You can call or text me anytime.”

“Anytime?” You try to lighten the mood by shooting him an incredulous look. “I wouldn’t want to bother you.”

“If it’s you, it wouldn’t be a bother. Trust me.”

Except when you got back, you didn’t call him. You didn’t text him either.

You only saw him briefly when Joy would occasionally facetime him in the same room as you, when you were merely a figure in the background and Taehyung would ask who it was.

“Y/N, of course, who else?”

And you would give a small wave.

There were no conversations, no small talk, no exchanges of laughter. But it was better that way. Otherwise, you wouldn't know what Joy would say, how she’d react. You don’t even know if he’s serious about you. And you’re too scared to find out the answers to any of these questions.

It didn’t matter anyway. Deep down, you know Taehyung should be kept at a distance. You know it would be better if these feelings could fade away as a sweet, brief summer romance.

What you didn’t anticipate is to come over to the Kim’s for the holidays a few months later.

“Where are you going?”

Taehyung’s following after you, trailing at your heels like a lovesick puppy. “And don’t tell me you’re showering because you already used that excuse to avoid me today.”

You spin around, masking your startlement at just how close he is, and you frown. “I’m not avoiding you.”

The corner of his mouth tugs. “We shouldn’t lie to each other, sweetheart, even if you have the tendency to do that.”

You feel hot in your face from the pet name. “I never lied to you.”

Taehyung raises his brows. The both of you know then and there it’s a lie.

“My empty phone says differently.”

You cross your arms defensively. “I never promised I’d remain in contact. I was just...busy with classes.”

“Oh. Another lie again.” Taehyung grins, and he exhales softly causing a hundred goosebumps to raise along your skin when you feel the warmth of his breath. “You should really stop your bad habit, Y/N.”

You take a step back and he steps forward.

Before you know it, he’s cornered you in the dark hallway, staring at you intently before his half-lidded eyes flicker to your lips.

You swallow hard. “Go annoy your sister instead.”

“Why should I?” His mouth slyly curls. “I like you way better.”

For the entire duration of the break so far, the both of you have been sneaking around the whole time. From Taehyung instigating a game of footsies under the dinner table to whispering in your ear when no one’s looking to winking at you from across the room so quickly that you’d miss it if you blinked. You feel his affectionate hand on the small of your back when he slides by you, feel his gaze when his shoulders graze yours, and you feel the tickle in your tummy when his voice lowers into that seductive, husky pitch. 

During the summer, he was kind and friendly Taehyung. Cautious when it came to you. Hesitant to look your way.

But this time, he’s intensified. Flirtatious. Bold. Pulling out all stops.

Maybe it’s because he’s pissed that you didn’t contact him like you said you would. Maybe because he doesn’t understand why you’re restraining yourself, and he feels the need to push to know. Maybe because he suspects you know he likes you, and you like him — he wouldn’t be wrong. 

But either way, his new brazen approach was making you weak in your knees.

“Your mom’s coming,” you mutter while pressing your hands to his chest. You don’t know how or why he feels so firm.

“She isn’t. But even if she was, she’d be more than happy to know we’re together.”

“W-We’re not together, Tae.”

“That could change right now.”

“I...I can’t.”

His thick brows furrow. “Why not? I like you, Y/N, a lot.”

You swallow hard, feeling scrutinized under his heavy gaze. Taehyung’s beauty is lethal when he’s this close and you feel an urge to brush away the dark strand that’s fallen in front of his forehead from his neatly styled hair. It was a contrast to the casual hoodie and sweatpants he was wearing. He was handsome and cozy, ready to stop hearts or be hugged like a teddy bear.

It didn’t help that he was saying these kinds of things either. “I know.”

“I don’t think you do.” His voice drops a pitch. “For the past few months, I’ve been thinking about the summer and you. The entire time, I was waiting for you to call me, to text me. Do you know what that’s like?”

“Taehyung.”

“We can make this work. I want to make it work, so don’t make me wait anymore.”

You gaze at him, breath hitched in your throat and your self-control meets its limit. You practically leap onto Taehyung, heart thundering against your rib cage, standing on the tips of your toes — all to kiss him.

It’s soft and unhurried. 

Taehyung is caught off guard, but then you feel his wide smile against you. Immediately, his strong arm reaches for your waist and he tugs you in. A yelp escapes your throat as your bodies become flush against one another. Taehyung’s other hand presses against the wall behind you and he tilts his head to deepen the kiss. His tongue licks into your mouth and you groan, wrapping your arms around his neck. He tastes like sugar cookies, smells like citrus, and absolutely makes your knees weak.

You’re not sure how long you and Taehyung make out for, swapping spit like horny teenagers without experience.

It’s not until you hear a— “what the hell!” — do you break apart.

Joy is standing at the end of the hall and you shove Taehyung away from you, wide-eyed. He stumbles back, equally surprised.

“I-I can explain!”

Joy’s jaw has gone slack and you realize she’s waiting for said explanation.

“I….I…we….umm….”

Taehyung looks at you and then at his sister, opening his mouth to rescue you from this mortifying experience. But his sibling beats him to the punch—

“Look.” She raises her hands and you brace yourself. She wouldn’t end your years of friendship over this, would she? Then again, you can’t blame her if she did. “You don’t have to make this weird. It isn’t weird unless you make it weird. So I’ll just pretend I didn’t see anything.”

“Wait.....what?” That was certainly not the reaction you were expecting. You think you’re more taken aback than she is. “You’re okay with this? You’re okay if we’re dating?”

Joy nonchalantly shrugs. “It’s not a big deal. You’re adults, so you can make your own decisions and I kind of had a feeling there was something going on anyway.” She smiles and looks at her older brother. “Taehyung, you’re way too obvious. The biggest gift under the tree is for her from you.”

He grins. “You caught me there.”

You’re shell-shocked at how unconcerned she is and seemingly supportive at that.

“You knew?”

“Of course I do. We’ve been friends for what, ten years? I knew you had a crush on my brother back then. So if anything, it’s about time.” Joy raises her fist at Taehyung. “You better not make Y/N cry or I’ll make you cry.”

He snorts. “Wow, thanks.”

“Anyway, continue.” Joy lazily gestures. “But we’re watching a movie in five so be quick.”

Your best friend leaves to the bathroom where she was heading to in the first place and you turn to Taehyung who has an amused grin. “Well?”

“I don’t know.” Your mind is reeling at everything that’s happening and how real this is becoming. “For some reason in my mind, I thought that would go way worse.”

“Is that why you were so worried? You didn’t need to be. Joy likes you way more than she likes me, so if anything I’d be the one getting the flack.” Taehyung smiles and leans in. “But does this mean we can finally make it official? Can I call you my girlfriend already?”

You sigh and lift your arms to loop around his neck again. He leans in for another kiss, but you stop short an inch— “Depends on what that gift under the tree is.”

Taehyung grins and before you can pull away, he tugs your waist into him once more. 

This time you kiss each other unabashedly. 

flicker.

pairing: namjoon x female reader

word count: a small 1,045

summary: pining idiots who pine.

a/n: thanks to everyone who sent in member suggestions earlier! I went with the first response I got 😘

"It's not gonna work out," Namjoon sighs.

The restaurant is bustling so he's not too worried about his voice carrying or causing any sort of scene. He just lets his shoulders sag as he stares off to the space behind you. His disappointment is evident, but fleeting.

The finality of Namjoon's tone is more than a little heartbreaking and you honestly can't understand how he can mean that. How he can say such a thing without giving any sort of explanation.

"What makes you say that?" you ask as you whip your head around to take a peek for yourself.

There you see Jungkook, your adorable, big hearted friend, rocking the most radiant of smiles. He looks all kinds of smitten staring at his pretty date from across the table. Again, you wonder about Namjoon's logic sometimes. How he can see anything but a sweet couple having a nice time is beyond you.

With a cocked brow, Namjoon refocuses his attention on the menu in front of him before bursting the cute little love bubble you've inflated around the pair.

"Her body language is closed off, while Jungkook's is open. He's trying to engage with little reciprocation from her and she keeps checking her phone like she'd rather be talking to someone else. He's too eager and she's not that interested. I want a margarita, let's split a pitcher."

He speaks so quickly, so matter-of-factly that it makes your head spin a little. How he's able to pick up on so many subtle, nonverbal cues is beyond you. But that must be what makes him good at his job and what makes you the still-single, hopeless romantic. Regardless, you hate how cynical it all sounds, you hate how he's able to brush off the heartbreak your mutual friend is sure to face if Namjoon's actually right. (He always is.) And so you aim to scold him.

"Namjoon."

"Jungkook will probably want to drink too, once his date ditches him. The pitcher is the economical choice."

"Namjoon," you try again, irritation building behind your tone. "You've taken one look at them and have already written them off as a failure. People aren't that simple, you know? Love is a complex thing."

Vexed as always, he sets his menu down and levels you with an unimpressed glare.

"Except they are, and it's not," he counters. "People are simple. They're easy enough to read if you know what you're looking for and I know, _____. Jungkook likes her. She isn't into him and that is the shitty reality of dating. It either works out, or it doesn't. There is no in-between. And there's no use in giving him false hope when I know what I see and I know what it means. He'll get over it."

Jaded. Namjoon's job as a relationship consultant has made him so jaded and it breaks your heart to know he wasn't always like this. He used to believe in whirlwind romances. He used to make your heart beat heavy in your chest with the way he spoke about the kind of love he wanted to find.

There was a time you foolishly hoped he'd find that love in you, but as the days have continued to drag on, that hope is nothing more than a flickering speck in the distance. Really, you're not sure if he even believes in love anymore, let alone wants to pursue it with you.

Crestfallen, yet unable to give up on that dimming glimmer of hope, you reach across the table. Your hand slips in his and squeezes tightly, calling, no pleading to bring him back to love. Back to you.

"But that's where it's not so simple, Joon – wanting someone who doesn't want you. Just because you know it, doesn't make it hurt any less. Doesn't make those feelings go away."

Namjoon sighs, looking down at where your hands meet. For a moment, he allows his thumb to smooth over your knuckles in what you can only assume is pity. You're sure he must find you so pathetic, so naive.

"I know that, ____. I deal with unrequited emotions every single day."

You know he means in his work. He must see situations like this all the time. But living it, being stuck in the middle of all that impossible yearning is a different hell in itself. Namjoon couldn't know how this feels. How Jungkook is going to feel. How you feel. It's all too easy for him to disengage.

It hurts too much to linger in this. To feel the weight of his palm in yours and want for something more. A more tender circumstance where he'd touch you in this way. It hurts too much to know he won't.

In an effort to save yourself further embarrassment, you reclaim your hand and look back towards Jungkook. At least there you might see a happier scene, despite Namjoon's grim predictions.

What you don't see, however, is the longing that sets in the second you turn away from him. No longer is the warmth of your touch on his skin. No longer is he able to bask in it, to pretend it might mean something more than a friendly gesture.

He understands more than most just how Jungkook is going to feel. The only difference is that at least his friend is brave enough to put himself out there to be rejected. At least he has a chance at finding something special.

Namjoon, on the other hand, is a coward. He helps people open themselves up to being vulnerable, to loving and allowing that love to come back to them. But Namjoon finds it hard to be open when he knows the person he wants doesn't, no couldn't feel the same. He is unable, or maybe unwilling, to practice what he preaches and so he resigns himself to ache for you. To live in this loneliness and hope that one day you might realize you want him too.

What is left of that hope is little more than a dying ember in what once was a raging fire, but he clings to it to carry him through. He hopes you can feel its warmth. He hopes it’s enough to light a path to him and his open heart.