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Murican Juan.
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What is my local post office on bruh 🥀🥀
Murican Juan.
Uh so I used an sstv converter and made these-
It looks like they're coming to tell you about an apocalypse ✋️😭
OPEN STARTER - Juan
Open to F - background: juan and y/m are neighbors. y/m has an abus.ive bf and juan is DONE with the asshole & wants to help u. juan is a reporter by day & stripper by night to pay the bills (not many know of this) and lives away from his parents. had girlfiends and his bestie was in an abus.ive relationship and though he tried to help her get out of it (got a few broken bones out of fighting the dude) she kept going back to the guy. last he heard, she had moved to some state and had a bunch of kids with said asshole.
Juan had seen it time and time again, made him sick everytime, made him want to expose each an every one in his stories and then move to the middle of nowhere with population 4. But he didn’t live in the middle of the forest. He had a small apartment with what seemed thin paper walls and he heard her, time and time again crying, begging. Whenever the guy wasn’t around she was a different person but once her boyfriend showed up her light went off. It was sad.
It was also none of his business.
Then again, the quiet sobbing after the guy had left and almost broken the door was getting on his nerves. Maybe it was that condition about noises getting under your skin but he knew better. He knew why it was getting to him.
“Fuck it,” he huffed out cursing at himself for what he was about to do. Stretching his neck and taking a deep breath he got out of his apartment and took the few steps to knock next door. The guy had left, hopefully for a few hours. He knocked again and spoke quietly when he heard steps towards the door. “Hey it’s Juan. The restaurant messed up and i’ve got too much chinese. Want some?” He asked softly, hand resting over the door, unconsciously hoping she’d feel his support. It was a stupid thing to do but he talked with his hands more than with his words. “Please come out okay?”
juan
juan.
Puerto Rican flag on a building in San Juan.
from /r/vexillology
@captainlvna
“it seems like i can’t do anything anymore without putting the team in danger. i never thought of myself as a damsel, and yet the evidence proves otherwise. i suppose i should be thanking you,” she sighs, lifting her head. her eyes close as she winces from the effort, but then she looks at him, sad and sincere, “thank you, juan.”