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neokollection · 5 years

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Kissing Out of Jealousy

NCT U + Yuta

‘Can I request a NCT U kissing you out of jealousy?’

A/N: I’m sure there’s already a reaction of this, but I’m here to add another :^) This is assuming you’re dating for some members, but for some you’re not dating, they like you- THIS IS LONG BTW!! [Kinda more like a mini drabble per each member]

** Language, some suggestive themes, but nothing explicit ** ik some ppl don't find jealousy cute so don't read if you not into that..

Taeil:

Taeil wasn’t the type to get jealous easily or behave pettily- Rather, he was just protective at times and would feel he’d have to interject to save you from situations... Whether you were feeling uncomfortable or not- Yet a part of your boyfriend also felt slightly neglected, a faithful dog waiting on the other side of the fence with it’s tail wagging at the sight of it’s owner, even though it’s owner was petting the neighbor’s cat.

He called out your name in the hopes of getting your attention as he watched you and Ten staring at your screens before nudging each other continuously with a laugh to show the other a recent entertaining Tweet. He was all for you bonding with the other boys, but he’d missed you this week and throughout the day constantly stuck by your side. Placing the bowl of steaming popcorn upon the coffee table, he took his seat beside you on the couch, hand patting around for the remote he’d dropped there moments before.

“OMG- You have to show that to Mark,” Ten gasped, covering his mouth to conceal his wicked grin as he looked at the meme you’d stumbled upon of Mark’s shorts.

“Let me see,” Taeil added, not wanting to miss out and curious as to what was so funny.

He leant in, eyes flickering to Ten as he watched the younger lean back into the couch, thumbs moving rapidly upon his screen. Taeil listened amusedly as he heard your small chuckle in his ear, a smile gracing his lips as he saw your screen before drawing back partially.

“You’re amused so easily,” he chuckled, nose nearly brushing your own as he leant nearer, a hand shooting to your waist to tickle you gently.

“Says you,” you squirmed with a bright smile.

Finally, his forehead rest upon your own, his antics stilling as he closed the gap between the two of you for a quick kiss. Embarrassed about kissing so openly with Ten by your side, you felt a blush creep upon your cheeks as you pulled away shyly. You could have sworn Taeil’s gaze jumped from your lips to your eyes to Ten before he closed the gap once more- You let out a muffled chuckle against his lips as your hands went to the front of his shirt to slow him down and steady yourself.

“Ew- God- Could you not?” Ten whined in disapproval, scooting away.

You could feel Taeil’s smile against your lips before he drew back, eyes as lively as ever.

Smothering you and being that cute couple to show off and make others wanna gag, but not let you think it’s a jealousy thing-

Taeyong:

Easily, one of the most jealous man you’d ever dated. He had his share of insecurities that make him question whether he’s worthy of love and attention, and an anxiety about losing the person he cherishes the most... So, seeing your interactions with your old classmates made him feel even more insecure in the moment. He’d had a stressful and busy week and hadn’t gotten to see you much, merely late calls that usually didn’t last long because he’d coax you to go to sleep early since you’re busy as well. Meeting a few of your old high school classmates, totally coincidentally at Gong Cha was all it took for him to have a small internal freak out. He already didn’t like that they were guys, even more so that they’d known you longer than he had technically... He felt excluded- He always wanted to be a part of every part of your life and have you in every part of his- To him your soulmates and he didn’t like feeling as though someone had a leg up on him in regards to you.

“You look great! Wow- It’s been a minute, but wow-” one of your old classmates gushed, stunned by how you’d matured and glowed up through the years spent apart.

You gave a small chuckle in return, “I’m surprised you recognized me-”

“I mean how could I forget (Y/n)?” he joked, gesturing towards you, followed by a few hums of the other classmates beside him.

You weren’t exactly sure what he meant by that- You didn’t think of yourself as too memorable of a person during high school. You’re boyfriend disliked it even more, a scowl etched into his features- He didn’t like not being in the know or what exactly the man meant.

“Well, it’s a small world I guess,” you wrapped up awkwardly, “It was nice to see you,” you added, able to feel Taeyong’s calculating gaze.

Sighing to yourself, you took a sip of your tea, inviting Taeyong to ask whatever he was going to ask.

“Were you popular in high school?”

“No,” you huffed, “Not really anyway- I’ve already told you about my high school- I wasn’t even friends with those guys... I can’t believe he recognized me.”

‘You’re just too pretty to be forgettable’ was what Taeyong had been thinking, but decided to keep it in. He could still feel their fleeting gazes glancing towards you as they sat down in laughter- He didn’t like that... What were they talking about? You? Were they laughing about you? Who knew what prude remarks they were making.

“I’d have dated her back in junior year if I knew she was gonna turn out like this-”

Feeling jealous, protective, and anxious he stood, causing you to look up at him, “Where are you going..?”

“Bathroom,” he informed before bending down, his hand coming to cradle your jaw as he sealed your lips together in a sweet kiss- Lips tasting of caramel.

Your lips followed his own as he drew back, swiping his thumb endearingly across your cheek before giving it a gentle pinch. You pulled your face from his grasp at the action, playfully pouting at your cup of tea as he left the table.

“I know right-”

The voices got louder as he approached.

“Could you keep your voices down?” he asked, yet it wasn’t really a question- His tone and gaze icy and curt before he brushed past their table to the restroom.

Yuta:

Tossing in jealous Yuta because that’s hot-

You didn’t have to be dating Nakamoto Yuta for him to feel as strongly as he did. He felt like you were already his, his sweet, his dear, his precious- And he wasn’t going to let the world or anyone else take that away from him. You loved him as a friend- The two of you had crossed the boundary of friendship a few times with late night kisses and drunken texts- But there was something about his possessive nature that made you hesitant to progress any further with him. Just being his friend you felt like a prisoner-

“I have to drop by my brothers’ dorm to give him back his battery pack-” you began, halting as you remembered.

“I’ll go with you,” Yuta chimed, slinging an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him as his other hand pulled the drawstrings of the hoodie harshly, causing it to close around your face.

You stumbled into him mid-step as he did so, whining dramatically as your hands attempted to shove him aside.

“My brother doesn’t like you,” you interjected, pulling the hood free from your mess of hair as Yuta released you.

With a shrug he focused his attention on taming your hair, the action causing your face to heat.

“You shouldn’t go into the boys dorm alone,” he reprimanded, motherly as ever.

Jaehyun. Your brother’s roommate and soccer teammate of Yuta- was coming down the very path you were on the quad.

“Jaehyun!” you called out suddenly, happy to find a delivery man.

His eyes darted from his phone to you, his brows knitting together seconds later-

“Hey,” he began, slowly letting his gaze drift between the two of you before to your hoodie.

“Uh... Is that your hoodie?”

“I stole it from my brother- Don’t tell,” you chuckled.

Letting out a soft chuckle of amusement, Jaehyun shook his head, “That’s not your brother’s- That’s mine. I’d been looking for it all week-”

“Oh my God!” you gasped, dropping the tote bag from your shoulder, “I’m so sorry! I- It was on his side of the room... So I thought-”

“It’s fine,” he interjected, “It looks good on you-”

Yuta’s gaze narrowed at that remark and before he even had a moment to stop you, you were peeling off the hoodie and offering it to an astonished Jaehyun. You saw no issue with it, you were wearing a t-shirt underneath.

“I’m so so sorry! Also...” you began, picking up your bag, “Could you give this to my brother?”

“Sure-” Jaehyun nodded, scratching the nape of his neck as you pushed the goods into his hands before whipping around and grabbing the side of Yuta’s plaid jacket to bring him in tow with you-

“O my God... That was so embarrassing-” you rambled, feeling your face hot in embarrassment.

Suddenly, Yuta’s feet stopped moving, causing you to stop. He removed his phone from the pocket of his jacket before slipping it into his jeans, removing his coat.

“What are you doing?” you asked dumbly before catching on, “N-No, I’m not cold or anything-”

Silently, he draped it over your shoulders before his hands slid to the open front of it, grasping it before pulling you closer by the collar. His lips melded with your own, needy and passionate, jealousy brewing in his heart at even a simple encounter. His hands slid down to the zipper, zipping it quickly as he pulled away, your arms constricted, a smug expression on his face before he began walking again.

“H-Hey! GET THIS off me!” empty sleeves flopping by your sides as you hobbled after him.

The type to give you a little taste of his cold shoulder and reprimanding you for being careless [about making him jealous basically].

Kun:

Respectful and mature bub who wouldn’t do anything unless the two of you were dating, and for a while.

He couldn’t understand why Xioajun was so clingy towards you- I mean... He understood it in a sense since he was also in a way- But it was different. You were taken- Xiaojun should have taken a hint from him by now. Kun was constantly swooping in to interrupt the too of you, the hint of a small grin gracing his features each time to hide his unkindly thoughts towards the younger.

“Does Xiaojun bother you?” he questioned, watching as you pulled on your socks from the doorway of your bedroom, his shoulder resting against the frame.

“No?”

Cocking your head to the side, you couldn’t understand what Kun was hinting at or why he was asking.

“He’s always around you...”

“Yeah,” you chuckled, “We’re friends.”

You stood, ready to pass by your boyfriend and slip on your shoes by the doorway, yet he didn’t budge.

“Well...” he began, “I don’t want to sound ...clingy, but I don’t like it-”

“There’s nothing to worr-”

You were mid-roll of your eyes, when he cut you off, his warm hand enveloping around your own, “You’re mine, right?”

There was a hint of something swimming in his chocolate gaze, as if a saddened part of him needed reassurance.

“O-Of course,” you admitted, blushing to yourself from feeling caught off guard.

“Then I have a right to be like this,” he added, voice softer.

You open and shut your mouth dumbly, not sure what to say in response. Yes? He to a degree had a right to feel jealous- But... There was really no reason to be jealous over Xiaojun- Tugging your hand forward gently, he drew you to meet his lips, lilting his neck down. His kiss was delicate, lips plush and substantial, but movements gentle and loving. Your knees felt weak, as if it was your first kiss again.

“Don’t worry about it,” you nearly whispered as he drew back, “I’ll try to be mindful,” you added, referring to distancing yourself a bit so Kun wouldn’t get the wrong impression again.

“We’re going to be late...”

Doyoung:

You drew back to take a breath before your lips were smothered again, his nostrils flaring in anger and also the need for oxygen. You whined gently against his lips, attempting to pull back once more. You panted, out of breath before placing a hand on Doyoung’s chest to keep him at bay.

He leant back over the center console, resting his head back against the padded seat. Finished clicking in your seat belt you looked at him.

“When you dress like that,” he began, nodding forward, “guys get the wrong idea.”

“N-”

“Like thinking you’re single and something for them to ogle at,” he added, cutting you off, “You have no idea what kind of sleaze bags were looking at you and what they were thinking-”

His fox-like eyes flickered back to you, taking a moment to glance at the obvious cleavage you’d put on display.

“I dressed up for you- I just… I wanted to feel sexy and make you-”

“Make me what? Upset?”

“No! Proud to be with me- To be attractive to you…”

Raking a hand through his hair he let his gaze fall upon your own.

“Don’t you get it?” he began, jabbing the keys into the ignition, “You’re always attractive to me- I always want you- I’m always proud of you- But I want to be the only one to see.. You don’t deserve them looking at you like that and it makes me sick,” he trailed off, quickly casting his gaze forward as he pulled away from the curb.

You felt a tingle jolt along your spine at his words.

Ten:

He’d been giving you a snarky attitude all day; curt remarks and dismissive glances. Sighing for the final time as he pretended to ignore you, you let your tongue poke at your cheek in annoyance.

“Look at me,” you probed.

His fingers halted before smashing the pause button on his game, tossing the controller aside him on the sofa as he let out his own sigh, his gaze continuing to be fixed upon the TV screen.

“Why are you being like this?”

You hated how beautiful his profile was, the slope of his sharp nose and outline of his soft lips.

“Why won’t you even talk to me?” you added, raising your tone.

“If you want someone to talk to why don’t you ask Taeyong?” he quipped, voice laced with venom.

Huffing in exasperation, you let your hands fall to your hips.

“Are you serious?”

Finally… he turned his dark gaze towards you.

“Yeah,” he nearly shrugged, attitude as petty as ever.

“You’re such a child!” you shouted, unable to control your emotions as you stormed away, frustrated and wanting to cry.

He paused for a moment before standing.

“I’m childish?” he asked, tone brazen and perplexed.

You stopped, turning on your heel-

“Then what?” he questioned, “Is Taeyong the man?”

Before you could spit out a reply he grabbed onto your elbow.

“I’m the only man you should see,” he barked.

“You are my only man…” you murmured, hurt he thought otherwise.

Cupping your face, he pulled you into him, lips messily finding one other before passionately embracing.

Omg I hate this one…

Jaehyun:

Far enough. Was what Jaehyun had been thinking.

His jaw was set, his lips pursing each time his eyes narrowed slightly, causing one of his dimples to gently show.

Sure, it was Taeyong’s birthday, but that didn’t mean he had the right to flirt with you-

“Is that right?” you giggled, after listening to one of Taeyong’s stories.

Your fork idly toyed with the pasta in your dish as you gave Taeyong your attention. The rest of the lunch table seemed chatty, side for Jaehyun whom pouted by your side. His silence was slowly steeling your attention away from Taeyong as you began to worry.

“You’ll have to excuse me for a moment,” you interjected, glancing towards the bathroom.

Your plan was simple, take a break from Taeyong by using the restroom before retuning and turning to Jae to give your attention and ask what was up. As you stood Johnny began speaking to Taeyong, allowing you the perfect cover to escape. As you did, someone snagged you by your belt loop. Your forlorn boyfriend looking up at you with eyes you couldn’t place.

“Where are you going?”

“Bathroom,” you whispered, your brows furrowing in concern at his oddness.

He released you, standing himself to follow you.

“Why are you being so weird?” you inquired, rounding a corner with him.

“I’m jealous,” he admitted.

“Wh- How? What’s there to be jealous about?” you stumbled.

Instead of answering or explaining, he cornered you against the wall once the two of you were hidden from sight in the hall of the bathroom.

“Babe,” you began, your voice lowering.

Being under his gaze in such close quarters you felt trapped, trying to think of what he’d want to hear to be reassured. You bit your lip in thought. Warm lips clashed with your own, not too aggressive, nor gently. The breath that had gotten caught in your throat came out as a sigh against his lips as his hands slid from the wall on either side of your shoulders to your hips.

“We can’t do this here,” you nearly whispered, your lips brushing his own in temptation.

Ignoring you, his hasty lips met yours again, causing you to let out a small moan of protest.

“Oh- God-” Ten sputtered, shielding his eyes from the entrance of the hallway as he saw the two of you.

Your fist came in contact with Jae’s pec as he broke away from you.

...When you came back to the table you could feel everyone’s gaze upon the two of you, lowering your gaze in embarrassment as Jaehyun wore a smug grin.

Win:

Cold shoulders were never fun, especially when dealing with your best friend Sicheng. He sat several rows in front of you in the lecture hall instead of beside you, scrolling through his phone and clearly avoiding your texts. You bit your pen cap in annoyance as you stared at the back of his head.

“Maybe they broke up-”

It was a hushed whisper, but you were able to here it.

“Just go talk to her-”

Evidently Sicheng heard it too, his thumb having stopped scrolling and his ears perked.

“Hey,” a gentle voice said, taking the seat beside you.

“H-Hi,” you fumbled, baffled as to why Mark Lee was sitting next to you.

“This seat’s not taken, is it?”

“No,” you enunciated, making sure it was clearly loud enough for Sicheng to hear in an attempt to be petty.

“Cool- Well, uh, there’s this party at Alpha Delta Si later,” he began, “If you wanted to go, you could be my plus one- Honestly, we’ve had this class together all semester and I thought you were cute-”

You were flattered by his invitation, but frat parties weren’t really your scene.

Glancing over his shoulder at the encounter, Sicheng was caught by your gaze.

“Oh- Uh, I’ll have to think about it, parties like that aren’t really my thing-” you declined politely.

“O-Oh,” Mark nodded, retracting to his seat in thought as the professor entered.

The entire lesson you and Sicheng fumed with thoughts of each other, unable to concentrate. The lesson seemed to end in record time, not that you were paying attention.

“So, um, if parties aren’t your thing we could do something like uh... get ice cream, or-”

Once you’d stood to stuff your belongings in your bag, Mark was back at it again. However, your sleeve was yanked by the ever so thoughtful Sicheng, pulling you from the row and tugging you up the stairs of the lecture hall. You stumbled after him dumbly until he shoved the door open with such force you were scared for a moment.

“Stop-” you shot, pulling from his grip.

“Was I interrupting something?” he asked bitterly.

“What the fuck is your problem? I thought you-”

You could feel the gaze of several classmates in the hallway, feeling embarrassed. Behind you, Sicheng saw the door of the lecture hall swing open with none other than Mark and Jeno, his eyes narrowing as he caught Mark’s gaze. Swooping in, his hand clamped over your forearm to pull you to meet his lips, his blunt nails digging into your sweater. He was overwhelming, figure looming over your own, hasty lips pushing against your own, you felt lost in your shock.

Jungwoo:

“Let me up,” you huffed for what felt like the fifth time.

A hum of disapproval left the boy who’d constricted himself around you.

“Woo- I’ll be late for my shift...” you tried, sighing to yourself.

“Don’t go,” he murmured.

“I have to go- My supervisor will be mad if I’m late again...”

“Your supervisor,” he began, sitting up, his fluff of hair bouncing, unfit of his narrowing eyes, “I don’t like him.”

“It doesn’t matter if you like him or not-”

You struggled in his hold, but he draped a leg over your hips to bar your escape, hugging you closer.

“He’s creepy.”

“Yeah, he is,” you agreed with an airy chuckle, “But that doesn’t matter, I need to keep my wage-”

Rolling on top of you, you let out a whine under his weight. Cutely, he blew the hair out of your face, not daring to remove his hands from wrapped around you for fear of you escaping. You giggled and writhed at his actions, shaking the hair from your face. He plopped a soft kiss upon your lips, smothering your own before drawing back momentarily.

“Don’t go.”

His lips didn’t give yours time to spit out a retort, softly melding with yours with passion. Had it been any other day or any other occasion, you would have skipped whatever event there was to stay with him, but you couldn’t miss today... Shaking your head to shake his lips off your own, he groaned against your lips, unrelenting. You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle of anguish against his lips, following it with a low whine. He bit your lip in retaliation gently, shifting on top of you as you squealed and wiggled beneath him.

“You’re being childish,” you gasped, nostrils flaring with the need for air.

Lucas:

“Baby-”

Yukhei’s deep voice reverberated through your being as his lips brushed your ear.

“Why are you watching that?”

In your defense, you hadn’t searched for it, rather it was in your suggestions and you just so happened to be curious by the amount of views it had. A Doyoung, Boss focus cam- Nor were you expecting your friend-with-benefits to be up so early... He usually slept well past ten.

“I couldn’t sleep,” you partially lied.

“Do you like him?”

“Uh,” you stalled, glancing over your bare shoulder, “It’s not like I know him-”

“I mean,” he corrected, “Do you think he’s sexy?”

Your expression morphed into one of confusion at his most likely horny what-the-fuckery. If you said yes would he set up a threesome?

“Yeah.”

A warm hand slid over your bare arm, trailing to your shoulder before moving to your throat. He didn’t like that answer- Though the two of you weren’t official, he had real feelings for you- Which is why he called you baby, and told you to stay the night when you’d start searching for your clothes the night before...

“What about me?” he groaned gently.

Dropping your phone aside, you rolled over to your side, your hand going to his wrist to stop the growing pressure he applied.

“Yeah, you’re sexy,” you rolled your eyes, knowing he was immaturely jealous.

“Am I sexier?”

He drew you closer, his nose brushing against your own as he awaited your answer.

“I’m not sure,” you teased, withholding a giggled at how his eyes widened.

He let out a chuckle too, able to catch onto your teasing attitude.

“I must be since I’m the one with you and not him,” he muttered with a smile, rolling over on top.

His lips claimed your own in an arduously slow kiss, his hand fumbling to reach over and turn off your phone.

Mark:

Alone, in bed, on his phone- Mark’s evening was rather bland. He’d been on a call with you while you’d been getting ready to come over, content with just listening to your voice.

“Why do you take so long to get ready?” he questioned with a sigh, “Just come over already.”

“I have to look good,” you countered, “You said Johnny was home...”

And here it was, the recent reason for Mark’s despise of Johnny Suh, one of his closest friends.

“Bro- So what... You’re coming over to see me, not him-”

That was true-

“Yeah, but if I do see him-”

“Whatever, just hurry up,” Mark complained, his tone snappish as he hung up.

It was hard getting friend-zoned, let alone having the girl you like be into your best friend instead.

Fifteen minutes later you were checking your reflection on your phone before the door, collecting yourself before ringing the doorbell.

Answering it, Mark felt his heart clench- You looked ridiculously cute, glossy lips, curled lashes, slight wind-blown hair, and the oversized Puma hoodie you’ d bought last week to match your leggings. He wish you were getting all dolled up for him, causing a pang of jealousy to stab him.

“I’ll pay for delivery since you paid last time,” you remarked, stepping through the doorway to remove your shoes as your eyes searched for the giant of your affection.

Yet he was nowhere in sight... Making your way to Mark’s room with your bag, dropping it to his bed and plugging your phone into his charger. You heard the distinct sound of the refrigerator opening, bottles rattling- Perhaps it was Johnny. Turning on your heel, you planned upon seeing whom it was, but a Mark Lee was blocking your path, having just entered the threshold of his room.

“Lemme see,” you pried, your brows furrowing as he closed the door behind himself.

“It’s Taeil,” he lied, knowing what you were after.

You still wanted to check for yourself, even give the senior a greeting.

“Uh, let me through,” you paused as Mark remained in his spot.

“Why’s it always go to be about him?”

“I- What do you-”

“You know what I mean,” he interjected, raising his voice, “All of a sudden everything’s about him-”

“That’s not true,” you tried, folding your arms defensively.

“Yes it is,” he retorted, taking a step toward you, his bad attitude and mood nearly radiating off his figure, “We can’t even hang out like we used to because you’re always preoccupied with him-”

“I can’t help that I like him!” you shot back.

It took only another step and Mark was in front of you, his hands flying to grip your shoulders as his nose brushed yours for only a millisecond- You couldn’t contemplate what was taking place and before it registered, his lips were on your own, sticky lip gloss transferring.

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lesbiansastiel · 4 years

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i asked my gf who’s never watched spn to tell me what these pictures of spn characters make them think:

he has very bad promo pictures

ofc its sam! .. is that sam?

your favourite, theres at least 8000 lgbt headcanons for him

he definitely peels apples before eating them

no idea

he looks like hes in a cereal commercial

propably plays fortnite???

oh my god what the fuck

his parents needed money so he was forced to do promo pics for a school and if u uncrop this picture hes holding a backpack and a book that says like. ABC

haircut is making me think thats young sam but im not sure

me: that is young sam

ok cool!

thats a homophobe. i know a homophobe when i see one

me: the actor is

i know that thats dean, leather jacket looks smelly

i dont like or trust him bc his voice is too low, no offense

but he was funny in that episode when they thought they were... when they were the actors, i like that they shamed the actors (jensen ankles?) trailer

i always assume hes dead, every time i see him im like oh fuck hes not dead yet????

he looks like he dies first in a zombie game protecting the protagonists daughter

opens beer cans with knives (stabbing them from above)

has touristy fridge magnets

hillbilly neighbour that just stuck around

later: OH HIS NAME IS bobby

um........ lost journalist from a chick-flick

looks too enthusiastic to be in this show

name starts w an R and dies dramatically and causes trauma for multiple people?

me: its charlie

oh....

me: do you know who that is?

shes the one that causes angst in ur fanfic? someone’s ex? writes paranormal articles- like someone who works in a pokemon centre and takes care of the reporting to the media i know this is not true but that’s how it should be based on characted design

why.. what is that shirt

she looks like she’s from twin peaks but like a weird 90s techno nostalgia version

probably not real, but someones hallucination, like a little sister that someone lost and then hallucinates coming back?????

me: that’s jess.. from my fic

oh no im so sorry, i thought that the previous one was that one

then thats like a college person who sam did like drugs and beer with and they were happy and then she died.. tragic :(

umm öööööö, uhhhh

kinda looks like a serial killer, like a bad one who hasnt killed anyone in years so his face is tired. he wants flesh

um,i say um to everyone im so sorry

he has a conflicted expression

i think he’s sassy or just tired of everyone

no idea who that is.. i just feel sorry for this character idk why

*laughs*

a 12-year-old who got a toy gun for christmas bc hes american

hes gay probably and pretending to like guns so his dad doesnt get disappointed

for real, in this show, a young new hunter and messes up and then does one heroic thing and dies immediately after?

this looks like the perfect love interest who dies dramatically and is relationship with an important man character whose controlling when she wants to be independent and doesnt want to hide in a basement like the man wants her to

me: ??????????????????

she also looks like a cop like every woman in this show somehow but her character design is too soft to be a tv cop woman lady

2009 hair

probably a cop?

is styled in a way that always looks way too make-uppy and probably wears heels to work bc this is a bad character design show

me: shes not a human i can say that much

then shes a demon bc thats what all the women are in this show, theyre all demons

i hope shes not evil, this might be trap she looks friendly but that isnt the truth

this looks like a slightly messy and like, bohemic twin of the reporter that works in a pokemon centre

is probably rich

lots of anger that is not showcased in this picture

clenched fists

all in all, suspicious

probably supposed to be related since theyre in the same picture and different ages but they dont look related at all

they look like they’re from teen wolf

and probably would star in a scene where they see that someone has key’ed their car and theyre like fuuuuck

i think this character is supposed to be a cool friend woman whose not supposed to be super feminine and love-interesty bc shes wearing plaid and drinkin beer but they Failed

probably a werewolf

also is she wearing nothing under that plaid what is this...

me: oh fuck why is this picture so HQ compared to the rest...

it’s bc he’s an angel

obscene amount of powers that seem useless bc if he actually had Power they wouldnt need this show and he could just figure everything out

i know that people wear those annoying pins that say theyre waiting for an angel in trench coat. but i dont think he’s ever going to come :(

i think his name is castiel and mishaapocalypse happened w his face

and i saw his face taped to a mcdonald door in a small town in finland

yet another teen wolf character

looks like a suspicious teenager who lives in a town where they (the brothers) stop to get gas and he’s hanging out at the gas station

hes like heyyy youre not like other people here are you perhaps... hunters bc my mom died and now my house is haunted

daddy issues

me: correct

um. another beer lady. probably, people have decided, a lesbian

looks like a stock photo of someone eating salad at a rural setting after a hard day at work milking cows

also somehow looks like works in a lab

is related to the weird open-flannel-no-t-shirt woman (the beer one), probably her mom

thats all

um. major demon

probably has a scene where she tries to kill someone with a knife seductively

hated in the fandom and in fanfic someone who tries to steal deans man (which is stupid bc deans a homophobe anywaY)

also looks like fantasy show self-insert but evil

me: i think that’s a teenager

welcome to my twisted mind

im sorry...

happy

which is making me think that he probably dies, sadly.

probably takes care of an older family member

has some demon problems

that’s all

post-apocalyptic show character where theyre trying to have something else than 40yo white hilbilly men bc thats not media sexy

i hope that she doesnt die but probably does bc shes not a major character

me: can i reveal something i know

yes please

me: her and the blonde that you called demon had a thing canonically

cool!!!!

probably lives in a ranch that has no electricity due to demon problems

me: :D

and still does her hair somehow

uuummmm this looks like someone’s weird flashback version that is supposed to look like a teenager but actually looks older

me: uhh this is a bad picture let me find a bettter one

me: there we go

looks like this character needs a cowboy hat

probably writes dean’s name in her diary??

COMPHET

thats all

#spnedit #pls rb #personal #i thought this was so funnyyyy

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the nudist and the prudist [jk pov]

❛❛a girl saw me naked on my porch and also witnessed the unholiness that is my exhibitionism kink and somewhere along the line we became sort-of-maybe-not-really friends and i started to like her too but now things are a bit weird im sorry please love me❜❜ AU

COUNT → 6.875

GENRE → angst

PAIRING → jungkook | reader

WARNINGS → mentions of sex | explicit language | alcoholism

LINKS → TNATP 1

note: so some of you requested part of tnatp in jungkook’s pov!!!!! im not entirely happy with this because it’s just so long??? and its basically just recycled material. but if u wanna understand what jungkook was thinking, this is the drabble for you. its not a drabble. i lied. look at the word count. but i still wanna call it a drabble. its a “long drabble thats not really a drabble” drabble. anyway i hope u guys like it and dont think this is too long LMAO

Jungkook was naked, but that wasn't anything new.

A streak of sunlight shone in through a crack in his blinds, alerting him that it was the start of a new day. Unwrapping his arm from around the naked body still asleep beside him, he maneuvered around her so he didn't wake her up, then draped the comforter back over her as he stood to his full height. He ran his fingers through his tousled, black hair thoughtfully, knowing without looking at a mirror that it was a mess after they fornicated on the dining room table, the kitchen's bar, the living room couch, against many walls throughout the house, and finally stopping in his own bed last night.

It was a good thing all his other roommates had been out so they didn't hear them. Out of all his fuck buddies, Jihyo was the loudest—but he liked it when she was loud. It told him he was doing something right, and using his penis was about one of the only things he could do right.

Closing his bedroom door gently behind him, he padded down the hallway in the direction of the kitchen. At the sight of his boxers in a pathetic heap by the stairs, he bent over to pull them past his hips, followed by his sweatpants he'd been wearing last night not even a few inches away. In the past, he wouldn't have even bothered clothing himself—especially so early in the morning—since all his roommates had gotten used to his streaking habit a long time.

But something had changed recently.

That change was you.

The cold kitchen tile caused a chill to run up his spine just as he reached the counter, pouring some of his favorite cereal into a bowl. As he added in milk and retrieved a spoon from one of the drawers, his eyes kept darting over to the clock hanging above the dining room table.

You would be walking by in about five minutes.

Every day, except during the weekend, you passed his house on your way to the bus stop at exactly seven o'clock in the morning. What was funny to him was he learned your first class wasn't until two hours later, but you liked to go to the library to review your notes early. It was a pain in his ass for him to even wake up ten minutes before his morning lectures started, but there you were being the perfect student. He still remembered how nervous you were when he asked you why you always walked by so early in the morning, but he had been so fucking curious—about you.

And he still was.

You were innocent and closed in on yourself, almost as a self-defense mechanism. He knew you weren't doing it out of distrust, though; you simply weren't confident in your own skin. A lot of girls were like that but not so much in the way you were. The few words you two exchanged was no longer enough for him anymore. He would wake up every single morning at a quarter to seven just so he could run out in front of you and pull you into a conversation he knew you didn't want to be having with him. Starting a conversation with you was difficult, but he was a natural extrovert and used his charms to ask you anything. He didn't care if he looked stupid as long as he fucking talked to you.

With his cereal gone, the only thing left for him to do was slurp the milk as it took on a salmon color, then he looked up just as the minute hand on the clock passed by 12 in slow increments. You would be here any minute now and he had to frantically run over to the sink to dump his bowl to clean later.

Just as he passed the couch, though, Jihyo was coming downstairs.

Pausing, he turned around to look at her rubbing at the corners of her eyes. "Hey. Did I wake you?"

"No," she said with a tired smile. "You weren't in bed so I was wondering where you went."

"Oh. I was just—" He looked over his shoulder to see if he could see a glimpse of you walking by through the glass panels of the front door. "I was just eating some cereal."

He knew by the glint in her eye that she wasn't being honest with him, but neither was he.

Although she was wearing one of his t-shirts, she quickly pulled it over her head as she sauntered towards him. Feeling her breasts press firmly into his bare chest, he tried to stay focused.

That, however, did not end up happening.

It felt like only seconds but somehow she pushed him towards the couch, crawling on top of him to straddle his muscular thighs. After feathery pecks turned into a mixture of tongue and licking, he opened his eyes as she pulled away to climb off of him and kneel in front of him.

Easily freeing him from the confides of his sweatpants, he sprung free and she eagerly touched him.

"Babe," he groaned out, head lolling against the back of the couch.

She began a steady pace, spitting in her hand as she pumped him with fast strokes. Her thumb pressed into the slit at his tip and he moaned out, not able to focus on anything but the pleasure.

And that also included not realizing you were already walking by.

In a lust-filled daze, he faintly remembered dragging Jihyo over to one of the windows, giving her no room to move. He knew she wouldn't ever dream of that, though. Her favorite place to get fucked was against the window because it turned her on to even imagine someone else watching—just like him.

He gripped himself and thrusted inside, knowing they'd been fucking for the last twelve hours and didn't need much foreplay to get her going. She was loud from the get-go and that made his cock get even harder inside of her. When he reached around her to rub furiously at her clit, her legs trembled and she let out loud moan after loud moan. He wasn't going to last much longer.

"Jungkook," she managed to say in a breathy tone, "there's someone watching us."

He opened his eyes slightly, the view of her long, black hair trailing past her shoulders the first thing he saw. However, when he moved his head only slightly, his eyes grew the size of two small planets.

You were there, looking at the two of them in horror. In your surprise, you dropped something and quickly bent over to pick it up before you were covering your eyes, fleeing the scene. With self-control he didn't know he was capable of having, he pulled out of Jihyo and looked behind him for his boxers.

"Jungkook?" Jihyo asked, confused as to why he stopped. "Where are you going?"

He didn't answer her, dragging his plaid boxers up blindly, then flung the door open. His eyes followed your figure as you stumbled along the sidewalk in a hurry. Yelling your name several times, he finally hunched over when your figure turned a corner, disappearing from sight. He looked around his lawn, tilting his head back and licking at the seam of his lips in frustration.

All he could think of was you couldn't have walked by at a worse time.

Unable to control himself, he kicked at a rock in his lawn and it ricocheted off one of the neighboring houses' exterior walls, landing in a bush.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he yelled, mostly to himself.

He scratched at his scalp violently, then turned to walk back inside. Jihyo was lingering in the doorway, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows and a deep frown.

"Jungkook?" she asked and grabbed at his bare bicep. "What happened? Did you know that girl?"

Instead of answering, Jungkook simply shook his head and closed his eyes tightly. He brushed past her as he stepped through the doorway and she followed after him, hot on his heels as the door shut.

"Talk to me."

He walked over to the couch, settling against the cushions with a sigh. Jihyo joined him cautiously, sitting far enough away that he could've easily forgotten she was there. She didn't say anything, though, just looked at him as if doing so would make him tell her what was going on.

"Jihyo," Jungkook started to say, "can you go home? I'm really not in the mood right now."

Sensing that he didn't want to be pushed, she nodded. "Just let me know if you want to talk."

As she stood up, she threw a glance over her shoulder at him one more time before heading up the stairs to get dressed, then closed the front door behind her when she left a few minutes later.

He had not been thinking. He had really not been fucking thinking.

When he imagined the pleasure that came with someone catching him in the act, this wasn't exactly what he had in mind. It was like as soon as he used the thing between his legs he forgot about the other thing in his head. Your relationship had been going so well, too. In just a few more weeks, maybe he could've asked you out or even gone to the library with you some time. But not now.

Definitely not now.

What was going on with him anyway? You were just a girl. Not just any girl, but a girl that was impossible for someone like him to go after. It would take months for the two of you to fuck around. Knowing that, though, he was still interested in you.

Why?

He really didn't have a good answer. You were gorgeous, so maybe that was all it was; he was simply attracted to you. Though, he'd have to be blind to not be. It couldn't be your personality he liked either because you didn't know how to keep a conversation going, or maybe you just didn't want to. He hadn't felt like this for a long time, but there was just something there.

Maybe he had stared at your ass a few times or his gaze drifted to your chest—although, you usually wore loose-fitted clothing that didn't give him an easy view. If you were anything like his fuck buddies, he'd have already fucked you by the time you even considered it.

With your consent, of course.

Jungkook's head fell against the back of the couch, frustrated with himself.

Maybe he could never do anything right but fuck around, but that was about to change.

He hadn't talked to Jihyo since that night.

Only a few days had passed, but Jungkook knew that whatever it was they were doing had to end. They agreed that if either of them developed feelings of any kind for another person, they would stop; he just never thought that he would ever be the one developing feelings. It wasn't like he couldn't, as he had girlfriends in the past, mostly from high school. But he just hadn't met anyone that caught his interest. All the girls he'd fucked had been beautiful and great under the sheets, but that was all they were. Ironically enough, the girl that did stand out to him was someone he hadn't even kissed.

But he couldn't even count how many times he'd thought about it.

Your features fit your personality, soft and innocent. He'd caught himself staring down at your lips a few times when he managed to talk to you some mornings. One thing he did notice about you was that whenever you spoke, your lips barely parted and you seemed to mumble. Although he knew it was out of anxiety of saying the wrong thing, he found it cute how shy and nervous you were.

A single thumb pressed against the black remote in his palm as Jungkook mindlessly flicked through the channels for something to get his mind off of things. His classes had progressed as usual but he couldn't stop thinking about you and what you were thinking. You hadn't walked by the past few days and he—of course—knew why. It was obvious things weren't going to get any better if he didn't talk to you, but his only indication that you lived nearby was that you were in walking distance to his house.

He now understood your anxiety whenever you talked to him because he was nervous as hell. What would he even say to you? That he was sorry he couldn't stop thinking with his dick for two seconds? Would it even be worth the effort? He was split two ways—he wanted to fix things with you but he also didn't at the same time. Wouldn't it be better for you if that was the last time you saw him so you could get romanced by some guy capable of putting your feelings first? Someone you could marry?

Maybe but he didn't want to leave things like this.

Making up his mind, he jogged to the front door and put on some shoes, then ran out the door. Just as he passed by the two houses separating his house from your apartment building, he recognized a guy from one of his classes in his same major heading to his car.

"Hey!" Jungkook called after him. "Adam! Hey!"

He spun around, scrunching his eyebrows but then grinned at Jungkook. "Hey!"

"So, I was just wondering if you knew a girl around—" He paused to gesture your exact height. "—this height? Pretty hair and big eyes? Shy? I know she lives somewhere around here."

Adam tilted his head back to look at the sky in thought, not seeming to know who he was talking about. When Jungkook mentioned your name, however, a light seemed to go off.

"Yeah, but how do you know her exactly?"

How did he know you exactly?

"Uh... It's kind of a long story..."

Adam snorted. "All right, man. Well, she lives in #10."

Jungkook followed his index finger as it pointed up a driveway of the apartment building. Patting him on the shoulder, they went their separate ways and Jungkook jogged up the concrete past the garbage bin. He heard the sound of a car engine starting, then speeding down the road just as he noticed there was a person lying on the ground with a bottle of vodka gripped firmly in their hand.

It was you.

Your eyes were closed as he looked you up and down, slightly confused by your behavior. He hadn't pegged you for the alcohol type. As that thought occurred to him, he wondered if you were even old enough to drink alcohol in the first place. You had to be a freshman or possibly a sophomore. He hadn't ever asked your age but you had a youthful feeling to you that he could just tell.

Crouching so that he was closer to your figure on the ground, he asked, "What are you doing?"

Your eyes looked unfocused when they opened and it seemed hard for you to speak before you slurred, "Whoever you're d-dialing can't be r-reached."

He blinked in response just as you batted away at him and stood up to take a step back.

"Try..." you trailed off, licking your lips before seeming to forget what you were trying to say.

"Oh, Jesus..."

His eyes wandered down your body. You were wearing one of your usual skirts but there appeared to be leaves and clumps of dirt covering the white fabric to indicate you'd been there for a long time. At the sight of the bottle of vodka in your hand, he reached down to pry it from you and read the alcohol content. His eyes narrowed when he read: 43% ALC./VOL. 750 ML. Sighing, he tossed it somewhere behind him and cringed when he heard it come crashing down on the concrete.

"Where did you even get this?" he asked but kept his voice light.

When you didn't respond, he called your name, repeating himself until he was nearly yelling in your ear. Though, your eyes were closed so he just assumed you were no longer conscious.

Jungkook reached out to grab one of your upper arms in an attempt to pull you to your feet, but he hesitated inches away from your skin. He hadn't touched you before and wasn't sure if he was crossing some boundaries. Although, he knew that he couldn't just leave you there.

"Shit... You're so fucked up," he mumbled to himself.

Your head fell into the crook of his neck when he pulled you up, barely standing on your own with weak legs. Unconsciously, his hands skimmed down the length of your arms and he couldn't help but notice how soft your skin was—softer than he could have ever imagined. One hand drifted past your shoulder to cup your cheek in an attempt to get you to look at him, but you were barely conscious.

"Can you hear me right now?" he breathed, scanning your face.

He stared at you intensely, the dim lighting from both the street light and some lights overhead one of the nearby buildings illuminating your features—your long eyelashes, pouty lips. When you groaned in response, he noted that he barely heard you from how intensely he was staring at you.

Why the hell had you done this to yourself?

His thumb glided against the skin of your cheek before a moment before he shook his head, dropping his hands almost immediately. From doing so, your head fell forward into his chest, and he reacted quickly by holding you against him with a hand under your legs and back. Your weight wasn't the issue but he had to hoist you up several times before he got a firm grip. As he began to walk past the garbage bin and towards the driveway, he kept glancing down at you with a concerned expression.

For now, he would take you to his house to sober you up since he didn't have your room keys or anything. Adam had told him your apartment number and maybe your room was even unlocked, but he realized that he wasn't using logic to power his decision—he wanted to talk to you just for a little bit longer and he needed you sober to do that. But maybe once you were, you wouldn't talk to him.

"W-Where are we goin'?" you asked a few minutes later after he carried you down the driveway.

Jungkook paused, looking down at you. He was surprised to see your eyes open as you struggled to focus on his face, failing miserably. You seemed to slip down his body as he paid more attention to looking at you than holding you tightly in his arms, and he pulled you tighter against his chest.

"My house," he answered, then paused after he began to move down the sidewalk. "Is that okay?"

You didn't respond but instead closed your eyes, seeming to fall unconscious again. He stared down at you for a moment. Would you let any guy take you to his house? Or was it just him? Your nails scraped against the back of his neck without you realizing it—probably—and he shivered in response.

As he continued to carry you to his house, he tried to focus on the sound of cars driving by and drunken conversations of people as they passed you two on the sidewalk. In fact, he tried to focus on anything that wasn't the intoxicating smell of your fruity perfume. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, after all. It was comforting, though, when he remembered he wouldn't be alone with you at the house.

Your grip around his neck tightened suddenly and he froze, holding his breath as your lips brushed against the skin of his neck. Unconsciously or not, he was fighting a losing battle.

Think about that yeast infection that one girl had, Jungkook thought to himself.

At the sight of his house coming into view, he closed his eyes and sighed in relief. It felt like walking the distance from your apartment building to his house was like pushing a boulder up a hill, and then having that boulder transform into you and torment him and his dick on torturous levels.

A blush ghosted across his cheeks as he paused in front of his front door, readjusting his grip on your body to slowly turn the door knob and stumble through the doorway. Gently, he lowered you onto the couch and you instantly curled into a ball. Jungkook bit his lip at the sight and wondered if that's how you slept as well. It seemed fitting—even in an unconscious state, you curled into yourself.

The house was quiet, which reminded him that Jimin was supposed to be home. However, he didn't even hear the sound of the floorboards creaking under his feet. Trying to take his mind off of the idea of the two of you being in his house alone, he jogged to the kitchen sink to get you a glass of water. He looked over his shoulder when the front door suddenly opened.

"’Sup, dude," Jungkook greeted, looking over his shoulder at Jimin. He returned his attention back to the sink, filling the glass to the brim with cold water before shutting off the faucet.

When Jimin didn't say anything in response, he turned around, glass in hand, to see Jimin staring at you on the couch with narrowed eyes. Jungkook followed his gaze and noticed you were still unconscious, so he knew he was about to be yelled at by his roommate.

"Jungkook," he said with a sigh. Jimin dropped his backpack to the floor with a thud, then. "Why is there a drunk girl on our couch right now?"

Standing behind the back of the couch, Jungkook's gaze flickered around the living room, as if doing so would give him an idea on what kind of lie he was about to feed Jimin. He wasn't exactly the most lenient roommate when it came to strangers, especially after the party they threw last weekend and he was stuck cleaning up the mess. From Jungkook's perspective, however, no one asked him to do that. They were going to clean up eventually. Jimin just couldn't handle a messy house.

"You know, it's a funny story," Jungkook replied, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand.

"And you know what else is a funny story? That whenever you say something is a 'funny story,' it actually isn't a funny story at all because you did something stupid."

Jimin was definitely still bitter about last weekend, Jungkook thought with a cringe.

Even if you had to puke, though, he didn't think for one second you would actually tarnish someone's carpeting by choice. You would probably keep it in for as long as possible; you were just too nice.

It was quiet for a few moments as Jimin continued to stare into the most inner parts of Jungkook's soul. Was he expecting a really good explanation? Because Jungkook definitely didn't have one.

Chewing at the flesh of his inner cheek, Jungkook finally said, "Don't you have somewhere to be?"

"Oh, shit." Jimin's eyes widened in realization and bent over to pick up his backpack. "You're right. I gotta get going, but you better not let her puke on the carpet."

And then he was running up the stairs, brushing past Jungkook as he gave him a slow nod in confirmation as if to say yes, there will absolutely be no more puke in this house. He padded up the stairs quickly and then Jungkook heard his bedroom door slam shut behind him as well as drawers opening and closing. Then, Jimin was throwing him a nonchalant wave as he dashed out the door.

Setting down the glass of water on the coffee table for you when you woke up, a dining room chair scraped across the hardwood flooring as he moved it in front of you. He planned on sitting there until you woke up, maybe watching cat videos on his phone if he got bored, but then your eyes opened.

"You're conscious," he said with a smile.

After you seemed to realize where you were and that you weren't in fact kidnapped, you relaxed more into the couch. You still didn't look him in the eye, though. Instead, you seemed to shrink into yourself, as if you wanted to make yourself look as small as possible under his gaze.

"Jungkook," you began, your voice tight, "why weren't you there that morning?"

He knew that wasn't what you were asking. If you were any other girl, you would've asked why he could never think with his head or what the fuck was wrong with him. But he had to remind himself that this was you and you held no resentment towards him—all you felt towards him was sadness.

But he was sad, too. He would never be the type of guy good enough for you. Although he didn't mean to, he had hurt you, and he would do it again and again and again without meaning to. You deserved a guy who was waiting to meet you—waiting his whole life for you. He wouldn't need to change or be afraid that he would hurt you because he wouldn't, not even without meaning to.

Finally, your eyes darted up to meet his and he felt like he'd been punched in the gut.

"I'm so fucking sorry you had to see that." Jungkook swallowed, pausing for a moment. His gaze fell to his hands knitted together in his lap. "I didn't even— It didn't even register that... I'm sorry."

You sat up suddenly, then skimmed a hand over your forehead. Jungkook watched you carefully, trying to read your mind or what you were thinking. He knew that you didn't hold anything against him, but he probably wasn't your favorite person right now. When you wobbled slightly, he reached out to steady you. Instead of accepting his help, however, you leaned more into the couch.

That stung a little bit, he had to admit.

"It's fine," you mumbled. Your eyes stared at a single piece of lint on one of the couch cushions in an attempt to avoid looking him in the eye. "Can you take me home?"

Although Jungkook nodded, he was a little hesitant to send you home, especially when he could tell you still had a lot of alcohol in your system. He also wanted things to go back to normal and he couldn't do that unless you were sober, but he also knew you didn't want to talk to him.

"Y-Yeah," he said, standing up. "Are you sure you're okay, though?"

You looked lost in your own thoughts for a moment, jaw clenching.

"No, but I don't see how that's any of your business."

That caused him to raise an eyebrow, but he knew that he deserved that. If it weren't for the alcohol in your system, he was sure you wouldn't have said anything. Maybe this was the perfect time to talk to you about what happened instead of the worst; you would actually tell him what you were thinking.

He watched in silence as you pushed yourself up off the couch, placing a hand against your head for a moment. He went to steady you again but this time you actually gestured for him not to touch you with a wave of your free hand. Jungkook bit into his lip but held himself back. You managed to stumble over towards the front door before you had trouble opening his front door.

It wasn't exactly the easiest door to open since it had both a latch and a lock on the door knob that made it difficult for even people who were sober. He held back a chuckle as he walked over to you, but you had long given up on using logic to open it and simply used force by means of tugging at the knob. His large hand encased your own, steadying your hand in the process, while his chest ghosted against your back. With a flick of his wrist, he undid the latch and easily unlocked the front door.

You didn't look back at him or even offer your thanks, but he smiled down at you anyway.

The wood of the porch creaked under your feet as the two of you slowly made your way to the sidewalk, turning right to make the slow journey back to your apartment building. You were walking at least five steps in front of him and remained quiet, but he could be patient. He would wait until you spoke to him first so he wasn't overstepping any boundaries.

Although, you had already passed by two houses when he finally opened his mouth.

"Are you sure you're—"

"I said I'm fine."

He licked his lips, continuing to follow behind you nervously. Should he have said something different? Or would you reply in the same way no matter what he said? Before he could even think of something else to say, you were spinning on your heel to face him with an angry expression.

"You know what?" you said, breathing heavily. "I'm not. I'm a little intoxicated right now—" Jungkook snorted, finding your anger cute and charming for some reason. "—and so I'm probably going to say something dumb. Usually I wouldn't even be speaking more than two words to you but right now I don't give a shit. That's right. I know what that word means."

He went to open his mouth, but you just kept going.

"I'm fucking pissed at you. You knew I would be walking by but then I saw—" Jungkook cringed at that, knowing what you were referring to. He stuck his hands in his front jean pockets and looked at the concrete of the sidewalk in shame. "I know we're not even friends. We're complete strangers, but I figured you could at least keep your dick in your pants for even just one second because I thought— I thought y-you l-liked me like I like y-you."

His head shot up at that. That's what you thought? That the two of you were complete strangers? You two were anything but strangers. You had no idea what he was thinking or feeling.

"I do lik—!"

"I am talking right now, Jungkook."

He shut his mouth. It would be better for you to finish what you had to say before he interrupted you. The thought of you thinking that's how he felt about you, though—it was painful for him to stay quiet.

You stepped impossibly closer to him, so much that your breath fanned across his cheeks. "As I was saying... I thought— But I guess I was wrong." You lowered your gaze. It was as if you didn't want to see how he was going to react, as if you believed what you were saying was true but didn't want to believe it at the same time. "You probably only started talking to me in the first place because you wanted to stick your dick in me, right?"

Jungkook's mouth opened again, but then you said in an almost whisper as your voice broke, "Why else would you talk to someone as socially awkward and quiet as me?"

So you had that little respect for him that you just assumed he only saw you as someone he wanted to hump and then dump? He felt pissed at you, too. Before he could say anything back, you were turning back around and storming towards your driveway a few feet away. He kept running over in his head what he should say to you—that you were more to him than just another girl and that he had liked you the moment he first saw you—but then you were walking up the bottom of the driveway.

"Thanks for walking me home," you said quietly, throwing a glance over your shoulder to look at him but you simply stared at a patch of grass near his feet. "I won't be walking by anymore, so you can screw whoever you want wherever you want without worrying about me, if you even did at all."

Then you continued to wobble your way up the driveway and Jungkook's mind was made up.

You thought you were the coward in your friendship—or relationship because he still wasn't sure what you two were to each other. Who's the coward? The one who doesn't know what to say, or the one who knows what to say but is afraid what will happen when they say it? You weren't the coward.

He was.

"Wait!" Jungkook yelled after you. "Will you just—" It was like his legs were moving on his own as he raced up the driveway to catch up to you. "Fucking hold on."

You didn't turn around so he had no choice but to grab you by the shoulders and spin you, but then he really wished he hadn't because your eyes were red from tears.

His gaze flickered across your face, committing to memory every single pour and every single tear that trailed past your cheeks. His mind was made up now. He was done being a coward.

"I do fucking like you. I do but I... I'm not good enough for you."

Maybe that was the fear that held him back. But if he wasn't good enough for you, who was? Would anyone ever be or was that just something he told himself to make himself feel better? And even if you found the right guy, a small part of him knew that he still wouldn't be satisfied with that. Even a nice guy would hurt you somehow, but at least he knew when he was hurting you and he knew it wasn't good that he was doing that. Maybe he was good enough for you. Maybe he was enough.

"No one is good enough for you."

But maybe I can try to be, went unsaid.

He knew he was sounding desperate but that's what he was; he was desperate to meet you halfway.

"Don't you think I should be the one to decide that?"

Jungkook swallowed. "I don't... I don't want to hurt you."

"You already did," you said through a teary gaze, then pulled yourself out of his grasp.

Jungkook's lower lip trembled as you walked away. What the hell was happening to him? His foot took a step forward and then another, but he didn't remember telling his body to do that. He just moved on his own without thinking. He always did things without thinking when it came to you.

And then suddenly, he was shoving you into the fence surrounding the garbage bin.

"You're not..." He paused, eyes glancing down at your parted mouth. When he looked back into your eyes, he noticed you were looking at his lips, too. "...making this fucking easy on me, you know?"

And then his head swooped down to claim your lips—the lips he would kill a person just to kiss for even one moment. And you weren't pulling away. You weren't slapping him, kicking him in the balls for laying a single hand on you. Not that you would do that anyway, but you were kissing him back.

One of his hands fell from their place beside your head to skim down your body, admiring each and every last dip and curve of your hips. From being shoved into the fence, your shirt had ridden up in the back and he couldn't even fucking resist touching your bare skin there. He'd touch so many girls in so many places so many times, but touching you was something else. It was like he knew he shouldn't touch you but when he did, it was like a breath of fresh air. No one had ever touched you like this before. No one had ever kissed you like he was kissing you now. Maybe you had been kissed before but not in the way he was kissing you. With every lick and bite, he knew you could feel it, too.

Even thinking that, when he pulled away to tell you to stop him, all that came out in a raspy voice was, "I shouldn't be..." before it died on his tongue, him quickly reuniting your lips again. It was as if one he got a taste of you, he didn't ever want to forget it. Somehow, you tasted just like honey.

His hands glided up from the base of your spine to just below your bra strap. He pulled at your arms so he could feel all of you pressing against him and could already feel himself getting turned on. He was about to pull away, telling himself this had to stop before it went too far, but then you made a moan from the back of your throat; he was a goner. His lips trailed kisses from the corner of your lips to your chin, descending to your neck to kiss and nibble at the skin there. He vaguely felt your hands grabbing at the fabric of his shirt you could rip it into pieces for all he cared right then and there.

You let out a gasp and he pulled away, his lips hovering an inch away from your skin. His eyes fell to your cheeks that felt hot to the touch and your glistening mouth. He couldn't help himself when he leaned forward to kiss you again and again and again until he had to force himself away from you.

Your eyes were glazed over and, although he was purposefully keeping his lower half away from you so you wouldn't know how fucking turned on he was, it wasn't helping that all he wanted to do was spin you around, palm your breasts in his hands, and bend you over within twenty seconds.

Luckily for him, a car was pulling up the driveway and honking at the two of you. You pressed yourself against the fence, separating yourself from him, and it was like he could finally breathe again.

He pulled you away so he could maneuver the two of you around the garbage bin and let the car drive by, but then its headlights disappeared behind one of the buildings and you were alone again.

"So, um..." Jungkook started to say, "that was... something."

"Yeah..."

You probably regretted it—your first kiss was with him. In his own selfish way, he was hopeful that was your first french kiss. It definitely felt like it with the way you let him easily take the lead.

"I'm sorry. I—" He paused for a moment. "I've been saying that a lot lately, huh?"

You shook your head frantically at that. "It's okay! I'm fine. Don't apologize."

He furrowed his eyebrows, confused. Were you lying to him to make him feel better? That was definitely something you would do. He had to get away from you as soon as possible because every time he even looked at you, his eyes trailed to your wet lips and his thoughts went south.

"Are you going to be okay on your own?"

"Y-Yeah. I can find my way," you replied with a warm smile. "Don't worry about me."

He let go of your hand when he realized he was still holding it, as if you had burned him.

"I'm... I'm sorry for yelling at you."

He smiled down at you. "I'm sorry for kissing you."

Nervously, you tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear. "Don't be. I... I liked it, so thank you."

His hands twitched at his sides, itching to touch you somewhere or to even move closer to you, but then you were moving around him to get to your building. Once you reached the door, you looked over your shoulder at him and he gave you a convincing smile, but then suddenly it wasn't enough.

He had to see you again.

Once again, his body moved without thinking.

"Listen... uh..." he started to say, scratching at the back of his neck. "Can I make it up to you? For kissing you and for... you know. I'm throwing a party tomorrow night. You should come."

"O-Okay. If you want me to come, I will."

He breathed a smile, then said, "Great. I'll see you tomorrow, then."

You nodded and he nodded back, awkwardly. You waved at him before you disappeared into your building and he turned around, quickly walking down the driveway.

"God, I'm fucked..." he mumbled to himself, already regretting inviting you.

As he made his way to his house, he already made plans to lay in his room and masturbate so hard until he could pretend it was you jerking him off instead of his own right hand.

#bangtanwriters-net #bts writing squad #jungkook angst #jungkook scenario #jungkook imagine #bts angst #bts scenario #bts imagine

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vengersemble · 7 years

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hey so as i alluded to @blueblurry and i saw the yugioh movie yesterday in a real movie theater that human people see real movies at. im seeing it again tomorrow with @spontaneouswithinreason and then again, vicariously, the next day, through @daredevans. it’s the greatest cinematic achievement of all time and i want to build a theater that exclusively plays the yugioh movie and nothing else 24/7, forever, until the heat death of the universe. yes i know what my icon is please dont remind me what my icon is. here are some no-spoiler things that are amazing abt the yugioh movie

kaiba is so extremely kaiba in it

‘this is several years post-canon,’ you may think, ‘perhaps kaiba has become............... less kaiba’

you fool. you charlatan. hes back and hes more kaiba than ever

‘if someone who worked for me had invented reality i would have them fired’ thank you. thank you. #relatable. my special boy.

JOEY CONTENT

joey fighting bullies bc he is pure and strong and tru

the villain said something mean to joey at one point and the whole theater let out this shocked, affronted gasp

GOD THESE FUCKS WERE SO AMPED ABT JOEY WHEELER. SAME. SAME. SAME

tea and tristan used in like......... actual appropriate ways

CUTE JOEY-TRISTAN CONTENT?????????? GUYS BEIN DUDES???????????????????????

mai and serenity were conspicuously absent which was the only downside but the clear conclusion is that theyre on their tropical honeymoon together and thats canon until somebody tells me otherwise

a dude sitting directly in front of us screamed ‘MY BOY’ the second that yugi showed up onscreen which was the absolute most #same thing that ever happened to me

hes so good. hes so good. hes the tiniest gentlest gryff imaginable, I KNOW THATS ALWAYS TRUE BUT HE WAS.............. SO GOOD

BAKURA CONTENT

IVE BEEN WANDERING THE DESERT FOR 8000 YEARS IN SEARCH OF THE SWEET WATER OF BAKURA CONTENT AND AT LONG LAST I CAN DIE IN PEACE

duke devlin serving the fucking LOOK OF THE MILLENNIUM

duke devlin is onscreen for 24 seconds and he still manages to set the sartorial standard for 2017 and literally every year to come forever

EVERYONE HAD LOOKS. BAKURA GETS A NICE PLAID SHIRT?? yugi wears a cute vest. they have CLOTHES like HUMANS

prime prime prime prime prime mokuba content, ive been holding off bc i didnt want to make it the whole post but Y’ALL. Y’ALL. Y’ALL.

there is a Moderate Quantity of mokuba content but it FEELS like way more bc EVERY SINGLE SECOND THAT MOKUBA IS ONSCREEN IS LIKE A BEAM OF LIGHT

mokuba in this movie says my favorite thing that mokuba has ever, ever said, and one of my favorite things that any character has ever said anywhere

it’s amazing

marik 2: Marik Again

marik 2: Theres A Field W Thirty Ghost Boys

feel free to submit ur own cool nicknames for our cool antagonist, Marik 2: Marik Boogaloo

DOES THAT SOUND MEAN??? I DONT WANT IT TO SOUND MEAN. I LOVE MARIK AND I LOVE THIS ASSHOLE

yugioh and i are gonna need to have a talk abt how many of its antagonists are abuse survivors but. later

IT’S LIKE............... ACTUALLY FUNNY??? LIKE WITH ACTUAL JOKES, LIKE HUMANS WOULD TELL, THAT ARE SELF-AWARE AND UNDERSTATED AND CHARMING??????

the monsters look so fucking cool. u know that comparison post of the eva anime vs rebuild that just shows off how much better the rebuild budget is. imagine that except w dragons

imagine that, and then, everything in it that isnt a dragon, instead imagine it’s a dragon

imagine: dragons

imagine them

the whole Driving Force, u know, the whole, kaiba-yami-yugi thing is............................................ exquisite

i dont wanna get into it too much bc thats probably the most spoiler territory but pls understand i could feast on this content for YEARS and still have more than enough left to sustain me

i love this movie

i want it to win one hundred million oscars

i want it to retroactively win every oscar that has ever been given. cinema is over

it’s so good

#i'm chatty; it's part of my charm #I HAVE NOT STOPPED THINKING ABT THIS MOVIE FOR ONE SINGLE SECOND IN THE PAST 32 HOURS #i wish this was the only movie ever made #i want to build a shrine to it #i want to name my firstborn child 'yugioh the dark side of dimensions'#I LOVE IT MORE THAN ANYTHING.

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Bella, could you tell us a story of something (that you hadn't shared yet) that made your relationship with Matthew stronger? Only if you want/can, and ofc thank u in advance! It's really cute how you talk about him! Makes me kinda believe in love ;)

Awwe! This one is what happend next that day, if you read part one please. This was a moment where i was trying to held in so much, and it didnt work. and Matthew had his patience and composure tested. It defiantly made us stronger when we got home and talked it over. im sorry for the swearing but its necessary to tell the story.

Part two:

April 29th, 2014:

“Would you like some clothes? I know you have a limited amount of them.” He was right, i only owned what i could fit in my suitcase at the time, and what i picked up from smaller stores on sale. He had finaly come around and wasent mad anymore, because he got back into ‘Lets find something sexy to convince her to buy’ mode. His playful face when trying to help me shop is something i was to patent and sell to to the general public, because its SO DAMN CUTE. “What about here?” He point to a higher end fashion store, one i would have to pray to the gods to find something in my size.

“Maybe not that one..” But he had already went in ahead of me. I walked in, and was greeted by the store manager, i think. She looked me up and own and bluntly stated “You may want to try a different store. Nothing here will fit that.” Point to my stomach. She wasent even trying to spit at me or anything, she just stated it like she was bored and didnt want to help me look for no reason. RUDE ASS BITCH. So she turned around and noticed Matthew, and smiled. Oh. My. God. Im not a jealous person most of the time. Most. “Can i help you sir? Trying to find something for a special lady? Anyone with you on their arm must be a goddess.” Oh, you didnt understand lady.

“Yeah, shes curvy, do you have anything that is ment for heavier chested girls?” He kinda stuttered a bit, because she was pretty, you guys know that drill. “yes! this section over here is the plus size section. Girls with big boobs or a nice butt have this section, and smaller girls over there. i didnt think you the guy who likes a little meat on his women. She must be so pretty, with how handsome you are!” She was laying it on thick. Trying to eaither get his number, or him to buy something. I stood back because when i get mad, i get kicked out of places for being sarcastically rude. He smiled akwardly, and made his way to the sweater dress he was eyeing up from outside, seen its size, and proceeded to turn it down. it was going to be to tight. (I have a reaaaaaally big chest, so alot of outfits wont fit there or will ride up in the belly part to compensate for space.)

“yeah, shes wonderful. I asked her out in high school. I like her curves, Her skin is soft, and i dont mind that shes got a little more, beanpoles are hard to hug with these arms.” “and arms you do have sir.” She slurred at him. He walked over to the bra section, and found one close to something i already have. Black and grey plaid, with black lace around the edges, and they had one in my size. He took it off the shelf and took it to the counter, turning around to see me at the door, being very quiet. THEN THIS BITCH OH MY GOD. “Is she making you uncomfortable sir? I asked her to leave already, nothing here will fit her. “ Looking right at me “We dont service fat people. You lot ruin our brand look. Now get out.”

*insert sinister chuckle* You guys dont understand, Matthew and i haddent had our first fight yet. We had ran into this problem before, but not as bad. It got worse when i got pregnant, but we found a way to cope and make it funny by then. Let me make this next part clear. I had never seen Matthew tap into that “The fuck did you just say” Yandere side yet. All guys have one when being protective of their S/o.

“Can you come here?” He was looking at me with eyes i could not describe. Those eyes you see when someone is being dead calm. Trying not to strangle someone on the spot dead calm. I stepped forward, a little hesitant, because i knew something was wrong. “Do like this? Its really pretty.” “Yeah, it looks like one i have at home.” “Good, I thought it looked nice.” ‘Umm, that is one i have a set for and its one i wear when we sleep together, of course you like it. Whats wrong?’ was my thoughts. He pulled out his card and paid for it without having me take money out of the jar. And hands me the bag after he paid for it. “Next time we fuck, please wear this one, okay? I like the way the colors compliment your eyes. Lets find another store to buy clothes. This ones staff is horrible to talk to, considering all she was doing was attempting to get in my pants. what bad service.”

“Yeah, i hear (insert store) had amazing service.” He wrapped his arms around me with all the bags still in his hand, placing a kiss on my forehead. “Noone disrespects my Queen and gets my Queens money. If i really didnt want to see you in this, i wouldn’t have bought anything. Lets go, my Queen.” (thats his favorite endearment) Of course she had to open her mouth. “This girl is the one you came in here for? Are you kidding me? shes so out of your league! Shes ugly and Fat, Why her? You would do better with me. And did you say you fuck her? What is she doing, paying you?” “Nope, In fact i gave her nearly 2 grand today as a birthday and late one year anniversary present. Now shut your moth before i contact your Superior and report you for being rude to us. She didnt do anything to you, and who i love doesnt concern you. Now, stop being a trash whore and leave us alone. My Queen and i are gonna give our money to anyone but you.” His face indicated he was repeating a phrase in his mind ‘hitting people is a bad idea’

When we got out of the store, he was silent. Not a good sign from someone who never shuts up. We reach one of those areas where there are sofas and phone chargers, and take a seat on the love seat, adding the bag to the chain system i made to prevent thefts. He set all our bags down and a little roughly pulled me closer where my only option was to wrap my arm behind his back. I felt it then, he was trembling. Men who tremble are on the verge of beating someones ass, or breaking down. Matthew looked like both at the same time. hes very emotional, and i just didnt say anything. i heard little gasps, those you hear from someone trying really heard not to cry by sucking in breaths. those sounds alone were breaking my heart, because none of her words were at him.

“W-Why do please have to be so rude to people? We might have spent more than she will have in other customers all day, but instead she chose to shoo you out over your weight.” I forced my other arm out, in order to put it on his head. i put light strokes on his scalp. a sure way to calm him down and get him to let his feelings out. Creatures of habit will always be ones of habit. “Shhhh, you dont need to be upset over her simple-mindedness.” I tried to say, but he just shook his head. “Im tired of people telling me who i can and cant love. You ARE a goddess to me. And because you dont fit a type, i cant love you in their eyes. Why? Why the fuck do they get to tell me what to do?” He was ranting. Not being quiet about it. We were getting stares. I highly doubt he gave a single fuck at this point. We always got stared at.

“Matthew, i dont care. Your choices are your own. Just like her opinions are her own. She cant make you do anything but leave the store. People Make choice all the time and this was one you made..” “You make it sound like i chose you like a breakfast cereal. Thats not how this works.” He let go a little so he could dip his head into my chest, a habit when he feels insecure about something. “If you left me, i would rather live alone forever. Your love made me fix so many things wrong in my family. You arent a choice. If you would let me, I want to be together forever.” He was crying, I felt the tears on my exposed area of my chest. Do i make him cry harder by accepting? Do i ignore his statement? Do i make him laugh? Yeah, default. “You mean i have to deal with your crazy ass forever? i dont know if i can handle the puns. Oh god…. The puns.” I felt a chuckle followed by a sob or two. Bingo.

“Am i crazy for loving you?” Oh Fuck. I didnt know what to say. You see, Matthew isent perfect. you guys get the silly sappy stories, but hes really insecure about people loving him. Hes been abandoned and treated like a walking piece of meat so much he feels confused about everything. He felt like the only permanent thing in his life was me. This is called emotional co-dependency in a relationship. its not all that healthy, but no ones perfect. Its that troupe of “If You leave me ill kill myself! i cant live without you!” Saw He this far deep? No, hes not like that. But thats the jist of it.

“No, You dont chose who you love. And if thats me, im happy to have you as my personal eye candy, Koibito. You take good care of me, and i love you so much. Dont think that i dont love you just as much. Plus, you didnt hit her so i congratulate you there.” (Koibito means lover, or sweetheart. I mean it as sweetheart. Hes half japanese and says it to me all the time.) He relaxes a bit, chuckling again. He looked up at me with his joke-serious face “Is that all i am to you? Eye candy?” “Only the finest, i mean you are the hot one in this relationship!” I poked at his side, in a really ticklish spot, and got the reaction i wanted. That laugh that could cure cancer “Dont do that here, you will get REKT.”

We spent the rest of the day hand in hand, in all the rest of the store. I deduced that there was near 3 grand in that jar, and we spent about a thousand of it. I got a new system behind his back, because i wanted to play together later. i mean you know mall prices. a system and two shirts is 500$ smh calm down.

The point that was made here, a loosley put together one at that, is that life does have a path for you. There will be times you can branch off, and make your own. Matthew chose to go with me that day in high school. Life is like a book. Each chapter is a year. You write your book by living. No one will have the same book as you do, but they can connect, like a crossover au. If you quit writing you book, the reader will get sad. i know for a fact unfinished fan fictions are a pain to come across. Pain from life is never gone, its only shared with someone else so it doesnt feel so bad. My pain was my anxiety and self consciousness about my looks. Im not as beautiful as he is in 60% of humanities eyes. People love to comment on it, Oh well.

Human nature and their capriciousness isent something you can fix. You just hope they have enough respect to not comment on it. Why? Because every human on this earth is beautiful. No one deserves to be told they are not to a human standard. You being alive is amazing, and you should be loved and cherished. This made me and Matthew stronger because he finaly came out and admitted to himself that i wasent there because of his looks. I was there because i love him, and he loves me. This is hard to say in relationships. But saying it is so important.

So let me say it a little louder for those in the back.

Humanities capriciousness to judge others is not something that can be overcome through degradation.

Only trust, communication, and understanding can help people overcome the impulsion and unpredictable decisions people that have to degrade others, instead of being respectful. I hope anything of this helps you understand that everyone deserves love, and some people are just hateful i dont have time for it haha.

#AdminBella #Bellatalks #sillymatthew #i love him so much #relationship struggles

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hhelllll yEAHHHHH HERE WE GO BABIE!!!!!!! THANKS FOR THE ASK!!!

i probably went too hard on all these but....one of my summer classes just finished and i was like yeahahhHhhahah

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

totally depends where i am and how much time i have, but typically ill have yogurt & something small but sweet so i dont go insane

12. name of your favorite playlist?

god right now my favorite is handle without care, which is just stupid songs im into right now

13. lanyard or key ring?

lanyard, except i always get it caught on shit so typically i just throw my keys in my bag anyway

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

oooo hard one, my initial thought was sour gummy worms, but probably... either that or sour skittles. oh but fuck lemon & black licorice jelly beans together......im excited to have 0 followers & 0 friends tomorrow

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

percy jackson was dope. im trying to come up with another that i even read and frankly cannot

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

honestly i just sit like a fool all the time, but i like to be very reclined and almost horizontal, if im forced to sit more upright i like crosslegged or with my leg(s) pulled up to my chest

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

depends on the season or length of time, recently it’s been my black high top vans, usually it’s my docs. for a long time it was black converse.

18. ideal weather?

i like when it’s a little sunny, kind of overcast, but a little cold, like enough to wear layers but not suffer

19. sleeping position?

on my side, curled up, ideally holding pam(ela indestructable underworld), my adorable stuffed sloth

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

depends on what it is, but I have a planner sort of thing i really like for planning, a sketchbook/painting sort of notebook for more emotional shit and then my twitter that nobody follows and is private for really emotional shit

21. obsession from childhood?

i loved making like..dirt, water, and grass mixtures in an empty gatorade bottle. apparently this is not a common experience.

22. role model?

everyone to an extent, but also nobody. but to pin down a specific person, probably my therapist lol

23. strange habits?

i keep listening to shiny from moana? also i keep wanting to change my hair.

24. favorite crystal?

oh god, i love opal, but i dont know. most are pretty but some are awful. it depends, and id have to look at a million pictures for any resemblance of a legitimate answer

25. first song you remember hearing?

that’s so hard um. i dont remember very early but i do remember hearing crush, crush, crush by paramore and thinking ew crushes are gross even though i had a crush on a dumbass at the time, and welcome to the black parade and crying

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

warm, probably a concert but past that, walking around, going to thrift stores or record shops.

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

a concert, again but past that going home, or getting a warm drink

28. five songs to describe you?

oh LORD!!!!! this is hard, but i did my best

1. caught in the middle - paramore

2. grow - muna

3. cool for cats - squeeze

4. cut my lip - twenty one pilots

5. tubthumping - chumbawumba

29. best way to bond with you?

share music with me, be vulnerable and share what is going on with you

30. places that you find sacred?

being in trees and being alone listening to music that means a lot to me loudly

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

i have a mustardy yellow shirt that’s got vertical lines that are raised from the shirt, and then a flared leg jumpsuit sort of thing that’s like plaid, with black and white and grey. then docs, and yeah i love that outfit. adore it. even better with a jean jacket with fleece lining.

32. top five favorite vines?

also so hard but after doing this i think im gonna throw up from laughing so hard

1. dancing puppet

2. get outta your mind

3. cat

4. WAY TO GO PAUL

5. krispy kreme

33. most used phrase in your phone?

that’s a great question, probably me asking people what to do with my hair

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

none currently, but always “meat, it’s what’s for dinner”

35. average time you fall asleep?

depends, but usually 10ish

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

probably some rage meme like brian or whatever

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

depends on what im doing, but usually duffel.

38. lemonade or tea?

arnold palmer babie!! but it depends, usually i’d say tea, i really like lemon ginger (especially pukka but its expensive)

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

i dont know if i’ve had lemon meringue pie, but lemon cake sounds better i think

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

i remembered this and it is entertaining, in middle school (i was...prolly 14? 13?) someone said “someone likes uuuu” to me and i was like. “......k” and they were like..... “it’s a giiiiiiirl” and i again, was like “.......k” and so literally, i fucking spent the rest of the class being like, hm! apparently i dont care. and thats how i realized that idc about gender when it comes to liking someone lol

41. last person you texted?

max, @laetan. follow him if u dont i love him

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

women’s pant pockets are cursed. jacket pockets enlighten me, especially when there’s one normal and then one like, on top of that pocket but the entrance is horizontal. that’s my favorite.

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

all? but let’s rank them

1. jean jacket, my absolute fav, i have like 5 jean jackets and it’s bad. i always want more

2. hoodie, with a jean jacket is even better, but COMFY!!!!

3. leather jacket, look like a badass with one piece of clothing!!

4. bomber jacket, dont have a lot but always make me feel cool

5. cardigan, makes me feel like an old lady, but also really comfy idk. even the worst is amazing

44. favorite scent for soap?

i love lemon, but any fruit is good. or like, vanilla

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

sci-fi usually....fantasy is usually too much and superhero is usually annoying. unless it’s spiderman. i adore spiderman

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

oversized soft t shirt and like, soft shorts/boxer things

47. favorite type of cheese?

GOAT CHEESE!!! also sharp cheddar and pepperjack

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

pear. i feel like i’m not talked about a lot but people like me and nobody despises me??

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

i really like “you can start over each day” and “only skeleton bones remain” (FUCKING CLIKKIE)

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

i feel like ive cried laughing so hard, or almost thrown up, but i dont know why, and that’s almost better

51. current stresses?

just general body things, appointments, school in the fall, graduating, etc

52. favorite font?

it depends on what im doing, but i love my own handwriting, i like times new roman, hate arial with a PASSION!!!!! brawler is nice but doesn’t bold well. handwriting fonts are cool too

53. what is the current state of your hands?

left hand’s nails is in silver glitter and right hand’s nails are blue/purple glitter. perpetual hangnails. still a hint of a scar from cutting my hand on a razor, and remnants of blisters from rowing

54. what did you learn from your first job?

that you can be kind and see change without changing the entire world, and that men are creepy as shit

55. favorite fairy tale?

i dont think i have one? max probably has a good one that i’d love. new ask game send me ur favorite fairy tales and ill read them and review them

56. favorite tradition?

my mom makes me a half birthday cake every year, it’s really cute and idk why it warms my heart

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

fuck dude, umm this is hard and also a lot

1. my extreme self hatred!!

2. my extreme concern for other people’s thoughts, just honestly like dressing and listening to whatever and not really caring, ill always care, just not as bad as i did

3. letting go of things and trying to grow because of pain rather than viewing it as a waste of time

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

uhhhhhghaghhaghdshaghdhsaghadshg i dont know this is hard

1. finding dope ass socks at thrift stores

2. thinking creatively and trying to make something stranger than others like it

3. i can draw p well???? i guess? i designed my tattoo does that count

4. winning contests. i won like, 10 last year? like wtf

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

recently it would be life’s a sham and then ur wow, in reference to life’s a bitch and then you die and also shamwow. so that. or just constantly referring to things as bad boys, like. dishes.

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

there’s different kinds? but ummmm i dont know, i dont want to google anime types. can i say like a miyazaki movie and be done with it

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

i dont know, can i do a song? bc i really like I’m alive in spite of me recently, also like this graffiti that i say that said 33 might mason men couldn’t put me back together again

62. seven characters you relate to?

oh boy, i asked my gf for help on some

1. nick miller from new girl

2. peter b. parker from into the spiderverse

3. dean mccoppin from iron giant for some reason

4. emile from ratatouille

5. a mix of ben and leslie from parks and rec

6. a weird mix of chris and ron from parks and rec

7. rodrick from diary of a wimpy kid

63. five songs that would play in your club?

1. come down by anderson paak

2. send me on my way by rusted root

3. doses and mimosas by cherub

4. replay by iyaz

5. rap snitch knishes by mf doom

64. favorite website from your childhood?

WEBKINZ!!!!!

65. any permanent scars?

yeaaa got a lot, most prominent are on my legs, partially just stretch marks, and then the one on my forehead from when i got stitches

66. favorite flower(s)?

i love carnations, marigolds, roses, but really anything, fuck

67. good luck charms?

i don’t have any, i used to wear a bracelet my gf gave me but it broke. *insert gif of me trying to remember when it broke and if that’s when everything went to shit*

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

centipede jelly bean. worst thing ive ever had. it wouldn’t go away for a day even with eating other things and drinking water and chewing strong gum. horrible

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

i have no idea. truly

70. left or right handed?

i am right handed

71. least favorite pattern?

houndstooth, i really don’t like it for some reason

72. worst subject?

i am oh so bad at writing, it’s really hard for me. but honestly recently every subject is horrible.

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

this was mentioned before, but black licorice and lemon. i’ve only had it with jelly beans, so maybe it’s not as good in other formats

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

depends on what it is, if i think a migraine is coming then i take it pretty low, maybe a 4, otherwise i can deal with it up to like a 6 or 7, unless i’m needing to focus

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

i dont know when, but i do remember where. i was at a drive through bank in a rental car with my parents and brother in oregon, and i put the tooth in the lid of a plastic water bottle.

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

jalepeno potato chips are soooo good but, honestly, tots are the best. mashed potatoes are good too

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

depends on the direction it’s facing and climate, but i’m growing some ivy right now and it’s so pretty and cool. also a christmas cactus that my great great great grandma or something like that started and has been passed down!!!! and a ..... leafy boy

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

absolutely coffee from a gas station, i dont trust sushi

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

my school id because i’m smiling. i look stoned or dead in my id.

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

i didn’t entirely know what this meant, so i googled both and went oooooooo to jewel tones so. jewel tones.

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

i say both, i don’t know which i say more frequently because i live where there aren’t ....... lightning bugs. ore fireflies. whichever. lol

82. pc or console?

i dont game much, but i like my psp a lot, or like a joystick sort of sitchhhh

83. writing or drawing?

dRAWING FOR SURE!

84. podcasts or talk radio?

podcasts, i don’t listen to much of either

84. barbie or polly pocket?

can i throw in a third variable of bratz?

85. fairy tales or mythology?

either, but probably mythology

86. cookies or cupcakes?

depends on the kind, but i love frosting and cupcakes are fun, so cupcakes.

87. your greatest fear?

that i will lose everyone i love or push them away? eeeee

88. your greatest wish?

to be content and hopefully other people are content alongside me

89. who would you put before everyone else?

honestly my gf, max, and steph. and my mom. yeyeeeee

90. luckiest mistake?

oh god we could go deep or not. probably not. so like, buying pamela, my stuffed sloth

91. boxes or bags?

depends on the situation, but bags are fun, can put patches on them, plastic bags are boring and boxes are useful, help organize or carry lots of things

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

sunlight absolutely, i love it. i then would say lamps are better than fairy lights which are better than overhead lights. fuck overhead lights

93. nicknames?

for me? okay lets GO. delly, delly boi, dell, d, glen, glenjamin, glenny, yenaled. there’s a lot of weird/gross ones that i dont want to share.

94. favorite season?

fall in theory, summer in stability.

95. favorite app on your phone?

wasn’t this already asked? CAUGHTCHA

96. desktop background?

switches between 3 pictures around colorado that my gf took

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

five

98. favorite historical era?

good question, i honestly don’t know. can i say the 80s or 90s? if not like, before racism existed. yeah

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