#or if they did they either had meme text or were broken into chunks
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Muse
Prompt 1: Just like some people sleep-walk, you tend to paint or draw while in your transformed state because it calms you down. And apparently, people really like your art.
Prompt 2: A is a popular artist, and B messages them without thinking one day. They didn’t expect to become friends, and they definitely didn’t expect to become more. Person B just felt that connection between the two of them.
Prompt 3: A/Werewolf has a tendency to curl like a dog in front of the fireplace a lot (usually in their werewolf form, but it’s not uncommon for them to do it as a human). (Sources in master list)
Word count: 3,721 words
Genre: Fluff, romance, supernatural
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I put up with the long commute to and fro between home and work for two reasons, and two reasons alone: the decent rent for a place with a picturesque view and that catered to my monthly needs, and the glut of time to catch up on my reading. And by ‘reading’, I meant ‘scrolling through the handful of social media feeds that survived my latest cull of shit that was taking up my time and storage space unnecessarily, and occasionally attempting (and failing) to pay attention to my Kindle’. Hey, at least I was aware I had a problem …?
Instagram was my first hit of the day. I flicked past images of makeup, friends in situations I wouldn’t be finding myself in anytime soon, and cute animals. The occasional meme and comic draw out an exhalation of air from my nostrils. I marvelled at artwork and photography, half wishing I were half as good as the people I followed and admired, half chiding myself for not practising either enough and losing interest quicker than I’d dropped money on new equipment in the name of my new endeavours. You could say one of my hobbies, the ones I’d been consistent about, was amassing gadgets obtained to indulge my whims and fancies.
My heart skipped a beat — or was it the pothole the bus went over? — when I came across a new post by George. I didn’t know him personally to refer to him by his first name like that, but hadn’t social media broken down boundaries between people, making them seem closer to each other than they really were? He was an illustrator whose work I chanced upon on Reddit a while back. His portfolio was a patchwork of subjects, often portraits, rendered mostly in traditional media like watercolour and oil paint. He sometimes shook things up with abstract, contemplative pieces. He had something for almost everyone. For me, it was his attractive, angular yet distinctive faces and statuesque figures, use of watercolour, and versatility: one piece could be superhero fanart, followed by a collection of moody, atmospheric paintings of the English landscape with some fantastical additions.
It also helped that he seemed to be a nice, chill person, and a handsome one at that, too, based on the smattering of pictures he had of himself on his feed. Please, let me imagine a world in which someone as ideal as him — or what I knew about him — wasn’t beholden to anyone for a moment.
His latest post was a drippy bust of a snarling wolf with full moons for eyes. The caption simply read: ‘Mood.’ I smirked as I hit the like button. Did I mention that he drew wolves a lot as well? Sometimes his wolves were feral; sometimes they were humanoid, but still wild. The latter featured heavily in his conceptual works, albeit as hazy, indistinct forms, like blurry photographs. In any case, I liked that he had a fondness for wolves and werewolves, as the constant presence of the full moon in art of the latter would suggest. Anyone who liked wolves was a-okay in my book. Anyone who liked werewolves was even more so. Because.
An interrupted connection between my brain and my reflexes led me to visit his profile. Instead of returning to my feed, my thumb gravitated toward the message button at the top of the screen. Not a single cell in my body resisted this turn of events despite the restored connection. Oh, what the hell. Why not? Like, what were the chances he’d read my message? He had tens of thousands of followers, a likely considerable chunk of them being bots aside. He must receive DMs every other minute. I’d be another sycophant in his sea of fans. Or he’d see my homely mug and locked profile, and he’d think I was driven to add to his never-ending count of unread messages simply out of misguided thirst.
The beauty of the Internet was that it made ‘out of sight, out of mind’ fairly easy to put into practice.
I got the following out of my system and into his inbox: ’Hi! Hope you’re doing well. I’ve been following your Instagram for a while, and your latest post just made me want to say your art is amazing. (I can totally identify with the sentiment behind it.) I especially love your more abstract pieces. There’s something so … raw about them. And I like that you seem to like wolves a lot, too. They’re beautiful animals, and your art really captures that about them. Anyway, keep up the great work! Take care.’
I exited Instagram, not caring about the rest of my feed anymore and not wanting to feel like I was stalking my notifications for something that’d never come. My phone buzzed with several notifications as I went down my Reddit homepage. I swiped away the banners with green icons that pelted the top of my screen. Those could wait. What couldn’t were the banners stating that I had a new message and a new follower request from —
‘Oh, my God!’ I said, loudly enough for me to hear my own voice above my music (the chorus of Walk the Moon’s ‘Shut Up and Dance’ at half of maximum volume, so … loud). Not one soul on this lightly populated bus acknowledged my exclamation — not even the woman sitting next to me. (Come on, lady, the front was mostly empty.) Thank God for technology making hermits of us all. Or my sudden outburst paled in comparison to the shit that could happen and had happened on public transport. When you took long journeys as I did every day, you’d see some real shit in due time, too.
I launched Instagram for the second time this morning (stop judging, Screen Time) and the first time ever with trembling hands. The notifications were real. I approved his request first. My mind raced to recollect anything on my profile that might make him regret his decision to let my piddling photos of food, myself, my cat, and random junk take up precious space on his feed. Nope, couldn’t think about that now, because I was now staring at an actual, honest-to-God message from George:
’Hey! Thanks for reaching out, and thank you for your kind comments. They mean a lot to me, especially what you said about my experimental stuff and wolves. They are stunning creatures, aren’t they? And yeah, I drew that last picture after a particularly rough night. You could call it a self-portrait of sorts, I suppose.’
I snorted. Change the fur colour and make the eyes normal, and it was a portrait of myself every full moon. Okay, not something I could tell someone I just met, let alone a popular artist on the Internet …
Before I could recover from the shock that my inbox held an actual, honest-to-God message from George Holden (that was his last name — the oxygen made it to my brain for me to remember that he had his last name on his profile), he sent another one: ’Anyway, how are you? I took a look at your profile, and it looks like we have quite a number of things in common.’
What, really? No way. Was it the lashings of sweet treats I subjected my stomach to every weekend? The horror and science fiction titles, celebrity memoirs, and comics, sometimes paired with an iced coffee at either a café I put down roots for the afternoon or the one-bedroom house in Waltham Forest I called home, I showcased to put forth some form of air of intellectualism? The cross-stitch projects featuring memes and popular culture icons? His profile was quite barren of anything that could provide insight into what else he enjoyed doing besides his art. Which, hey, was perfectly fine: no one was obligated to share their personal life online.
I replied, ’I’m fine, thank you. I’m on my way to work. Favourite part of my day, really. And really? Like what?’
Most of my notifications that day were from him.
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I was a bustling hub of activity in my seat: A sip of my drink. A shake of my knee. A lift of my phone. A turn of my neck. A shift of my weight from one butt cheek to the other. I was certain I was generating enough electricity to power a lightbulb in five-second intervals. I couldn’t help it. I was so, so excited — and so, so nervous. This was my and George’s first time meeting each other in person. There’d be no screen between us. Actually, what difference would that make? We’d been talking to each other for months, either through text or video calls, the latter more common in the weeks leading up to today. We’d seen each other even on our ‘I’ll put on a clean shirt, brush my hair, and hope for the best’ days. What could either one of us do in person that would irrevocably alter our friendship for the worse? Well …
The sound of someone entering the café stopped me from starting on a list of things that I could do to fuck things up. I looked up, probably the seventh time I did so in the last ten minutes. This was on me. I grossly overestimated the amount of time it’d take me to get somewhere as usual; a natural by-product of living far from the city. Seventh — probably — time was the charm: it was George — and right on the dot, too. His punctuality added to his attractiveness, which had already gone through the roof and was heading straight into the stratosphere. I bit my lip to suppress any unfortunate exclamations. He was a friend, Evelyn … just a friend, and I had no illusions otherwise.
I called out to him. He waved at me and joined me at the table I picked out for us. And the second our eyes met, devoid of any barrier between us, everything about him — and everything about us — clicked.
He was just like me.
And I was just like him.
And he was as astonished about it as I was, going by the long silence that passed between us, a first since we got to know each other.
‘Hi! Oh, my God, it’s so good to finally meet you!’ I said with a grin to break the tension. He broke out into a smile, his posture relaxing. Success. Should I go in for a handshake? No, that’d be too stuffy for a months-old friendship. A hug? No, that’d be too intimate for a months-old friendship, and an online one, too, no less. Was it obvious this was my first time meeting someone I met online?
‘It’s good to meet you, too,’ he said, his expression of cheer unabating. ‘I’m going to get myself a drink first, and then we can shoot the shit.’ His smile turned into a grin. ‘Do you want anything? My treat,’ he added as he spotted me reaching for my wallet.
‘I was thinking a red velvet muffin, please.’ I didn’t know why I didn’t get one earlier. ‘Thank you.’
‘No problem. I’ll be right back.’
As he left, my nerves turned into happiness that I met another werewolf. It was rare to meet other werewolves just about anywhere. What were the odds that two werewolves, one of whom was Internet-famous, would become friends because the other one had a brain fart one morning to send a message to the Internet-famous one? You couldn’t make this shit up. In all the years I’d been a werewolf, George was the first one I knew. I didn’t even know the one that turned me. I got bitten one night, and that was my life changed forever. I figured everything out on my own — I had to. And my puny social network of werewolves made sense: this wasn’t exactly the kind of thing anyone would advertise about themselves.
Once George settled down and courtesies were out of the way, the first thing out of his mouth was ‘I never thought I’d meet another one like me’.
I moved my chair closer to him so that we could speak at length about what we were without the fear of being overheard. ‘Me neither.’ Then it hit me, and I quickly said, ‘It’s fine if you don’t want to talk about it, though.’ Personally, I was okay with what I was. No existential dread here, contrary to what one might expect of a werewolf. It happened. I learnt to manage it in a way that made it not have any kind of significant impact on my life. I refused to let it define me. And honestly, I lived for particularly bad days that coincided with full moons.
‘Are you kidding me?’ His face lit up with boyish glee. ‘I’ve been waiting for this day for so long! As in, us meeting up in person for the first time and me getting to know another werewolf. Two birds, one stone: the only kind of killing I endorse. And I’m so fucking chuffed it’s you. I always felt like I could talk to you about anything, and now that really, really means anything.’ It was his turn to be able to power a light bulb, but in twenty-second intervals this time.
‘Same. How were you turned?’
‘I was bitten during a camping trip with friends a couple of years back. You?’
‘Secondary school. I was walking home from the library.’
‘Shit, that was some time ago, huh?’
‘Almost half my life a werewolf.’
‘Do you know the werewolf that did it?’
‘Nope. How about you?’
He shook his head. ‘Nah. Kind of sucks, doesn’t it, that you’ll never get to know the person who’s changed your life so … deeply? They won’t remember either that they turned someone. If only having kids was like that, yeah? Absolutely no sense of responsibility whatsoever.’ He gave his teaspoon a lazy twirl, causing a faint plume of milk to rise and sink into the dark, bittersweet depths from whence it came. ‘I struggled with what I’d become the first couple of months. The transformations were one thing.’ Oh, yeah. ‘I felt … grotesque. God, the amount of self-pity, like, why was I the only one who had to go through this every month when there were four other guys ripe for the picking? So, I decided to start incorporating wolves in my art to get to know and reclaim that part of me. I didn’t want to see it as something ugly. I mean, you get to experience a kind of rebirth every month. That’s extraordinary if you think about it. And I told myself that like myself, the wolf didn’t ask to be born. Ha, ha. Millennial humour. Anyway. Then the most miraculous thing happened one full moon: I woke up next to a coherent painting that wasn’t there the night before.’
‘Oh, my God.’
‘Right? My more artsy stuff? The ones I hate coming up with captions for? Almost all done while I was transformed. I’d started some of my art — bet you can’t guess which one — on full moons, too, and I finished them after I changed back. It’s as if the wolf knew we were now cool with each other.’ He took a big chunk out of his apple crumble and jammed it into his mouth. ‘Sorry if that sounded like spiritual woo-woo. I’ve been wanting to tell someone about this forever.’ Crumbs fell out of his mouth as he spoke. ‘Shit, I’m such an’ — he shot me an impish look as he swallowed — ‘animal, aren’t I? Fuck, I can make stupid references like that now, and someone would get it!’
I laughed. He was such a dork. ‘It’s not “spiritual woo-woo”. It’s amazing. How is that even possible?’
‘I have no idea.’ He held out his hands in front of him. ‘So thankful we get to keep our hands and not have them turn into paws.’ He waggled his thumbs. ‘Fuck, yeah, opposable thumbs. And I want to say it’s like when artists get high and make stuff. I do know artists who do that, and hey, no judgment. To them, I do the same thing, too.’
‘And here I am, feeling accomplished whenever I make it through another full moon without waking up in a trashed place. Seriously, that’s amazing.’
‘I think that’s what’s keeping me from losing it while transformed. I was surprised people liked those pieces when I started posting them, considering they’re such far departures from what I usually post.’
‘That explains why they’re so … visceral.’
‘Yeah? I figure you’d appreciate them even more now.’ He smirked. ‘And you know, no one really talks about my wolf art, and especially my werewolf pieces. Maybe if I didn’t make them blurry and made them more explicit …’ Oh, he’d get a different breed of followers altogether. ‘But that’s fine. I don’t want my lycanthropy to define me and my work. It’s just a part of who I am.’
‘My turn to say something possibly corny: I like your wolf art because … they make me feel seen, because they’re drawn by you.’
He put a hand on his chest. ‘That’s not corny. I’m happy my art makes you feel that way. You know I don’t care about the likes or comments. It just so happens I like drawing things that make me get likes and comments.’ He pushed his plate toward me and motioned at me with his fork to try some of his apple crumble. I obliged him. ‘Did you ever suspect anything? Not that, you know, I purposely drew wolves and werewolves as a kind of signal for other werewolves to pick up on. That’d be giving me way too much credit.’
‘No, I just thought you like wolves a lot.’
‘Same here. What you said about wolves being beautiful creatures when you messaged me the first time … that made me feel something, too.’
‘Then I’m very glad we got to be friends,’ I said. Born from the same blip in brain activity that set us on this path, my hand found itself on top of his. His touch had a pleasant, almost familiar heat to it.
‘Me too.’ He turned his hand over and clasped mine.
‘I have an idea,’ I said, mostly to distract myself from how right this felt. ‘Do you want to meet on the next full moon?’
‘Sure. I can’t wait to see what kind of inspiration will strike with another werewolf around.’
‘Your place, then?’
He nodded. ‘Unless you’re cool with me possibly trashing your place with paint and stuff. That hasn’t happened before, but who knows? What if wolf-me doesn’t like change?’
I stared at him in disbelief.
‘I can’t help it. You have no idea what kind of beast this has unleashed. Oops.’
We sat and talked in the café the entire afternoon; we took turns treating each other to food and drinks to justify our occupancy. Our conversation moved on to other topics besides the one special, biggest thing we had in common. Just like we didn’t want it to define who we were as people, we made a promise to each other, and we did so over a strawberry custard tart, that we wouldn’t let it become the foundation of our friendship from this point on. It’d be unfair to the moments we shared before this. We were friends because we cared about each other, we brought out the best in each other, we could truly be ourselves around each other, and, honestly, I didn’t think anyone else would have the patience for his goofy in-jokes.
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I lay in front of the fireplace, rejoicing in the warmth it offered on this cool night, while George was working on his newest painting. Since getting to know each other in these forms, we’d been able to exercise better control. For me, that meant greater peace of mind; for him, that meant a more refined grasp of his artistic sensibilities. As with much about our condition, we didn’t question this. What could possibly be a drawback of us spending more time in each other’s company? I now understood why animals curled up by a fire was a common sight in media and real life, too. Wait, what if this, and not George’s presence, was what I’d been missing all my life?
My tail wagging like a fiend when I felt his breath on my skin begged to differ. I licked his face. He gently parted my lips and slid his tongue onto mine. Our tongues engaged each other in a playful scuffle; the fire crackling in the background could only dream of coming close to causing the rise in temperature in the pit of my stomach. The tussle between our tongues didn’t get to turn into something more: he’d had a long night. I nuzzled him to convey reassurance. He lay down beside me and wrapped his arms around me, his hold firm yet tender. We fell asleep like this, keeping each other warm long even after the fire had died out.
We wished each other a good morning with a kiss — no, two kisses, and we got ourselves ready for the day. As we were having breakfast, George piped up, ‘Do you want to see what I painted last night, love? I’m really proud of it, and I think you’d love it, too.’
I nodded excitedly, my mouth too full of scrambled egg to speak.
He returned as quickly as he’d left the table. His hands held on to a painting … of me curled up by the fire last night. The figure was the clearest, most detailed he’d ever done; the lighting was phenomenal. ‘It’s beautiful,’ I said, tearing up a little, frankly. ‘I love it. It’s going to look so good in our new place’, along with the recent paintings he’d made of a similar nature. He’d come so far from the gauzy forms that once populated his attempts at capturing his — our — condition on canvas.
‘Of course, when I have the most stunning model.’ He gave me a peck on the cheek. ‘I love you, my muse, my mate.’
#exophilia#terato#werewolf#monster love#monster romance#mine#fun fact#I wrote this story in early october last year#and it's kind of truth in television for me now
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Confirm or Deny (2)
SYNOPSIS: You’re a member of the rising group FRNZEE. You’ve been dating Namjoon for years when Dispatch releases an article exposing your relationship. Your company confirms the relationship. Big Hit denies it.
PARTS: ONE | TWO | THREE | FOUR
PAIRING: Namjoon x You
GENRE: Romance, Angst
WARNINGS: Language, brief mentions of sexual situations
WORD COUNT: 3808
AUTHORS NOTE: I’m not sure how many parts this will have - I’m just going to write until I’m satisfied and break them up in chunks. Please show it some love if you like it and want more! And yes, this is inspired by the very real “scandal” between iKON’s Yunheyong and Momoland’s Daisy.
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“Omg this is the biggest publicity stunt ever from Hot Star.”
“LOLLLL like Namjoon would really date her.”
“CAN'T STOP THE CRINGE OMG. I FEEL SO BAD FOR HER RIGHT NOW.”
“Is she delusional?? Just because they trained together, she's going to take advantage of him like that?”
“Honestly Big Hit should sue at this point. It's obvious that Hot Star is trying to profit from BTS' popularity right now.”
“Like any of the boys in BTS have time to date right now. Get real, Y/N. Nice try though.”
“#Y/NISCANCELLED”
At some point during the slideshow of knives to your gut, you've sunk so far into your chair that your forehead nearly grazes the edge of the table. You've stopped following the words with your eyes but you can't drown out the sound of your director reading them out loud, his voice growing angrier with every click. You're so wrapped in your own misery that you don't notice when the voice stops.
“Y/N,” someone hisses from down the table. Lifting your gaze, you notice countless set of eyes glaring back at you. “This is serious. A scandal like this wouldn't put a dent in a larger company like Big Hit but for us … stocks have already fallen and we've already had two advertisers ask to replace you with another member. Are you even paying attention?”
You manage to successfully restrain yourself from unleashing the growl at the bottom of your throat. “Of course I'm paying attention. Of course I'm taking this seriously. Every K-Pop fan in the world hates me right now – how can I not pay attention?”
“Y/N, is your relationship with Namjoon serious?”
You scoff, not missing the way your director's face tightens in annoyance. As someone in the predicament that you're in right now, you know it's not best to speak so disrespectfully to the management and label. But you're unable to control your anger and your mouth, knowing that the responsibility for this lies completely on their shoulders for not consulting with you first. “Yes, I think so.”
“You think so?” a man you've never met before mocks you from the other end of the table. You watch as he rolls his eyes, muttering a lot of words so low that you can't hear them. But you do manage to make out a select few. “Delusional bitch.”
You jump from your seat with so much force that it knocks the chair backward, slamming against the floor with a loud thwack. Your manager is quick to grasp onto your arm, yanking you back before you can take any steps towards the man.
“Sit down right now,” he seethes under his breath. Using his free hand to pull the chair upright, he pulls you down into it, keeping his grip so tight on your arm that you can feel his fingernails digging painfully into your skin.
“Y/N, we had hoped that by now the controversy surrounding this would be gone but unfortunately it looks like this situation has turned into some kind of internet meme. We regret not allowing you and Namjoon the chance to sort out a story before we submitted a statement but the damage is already done. Now, about the comeback -”
You can almost feel the way your skin pales instantly.
“You can't!” you screech, suddenly alert. They would seriously punish you by canceling the comeback? The thought of the disappointed faces of your fellow members forms a lump in your throat. “The group didn't do anything wrong. Don't punish them because I-”
The director cuts you off with a hand in the air. “If you'd let me finish – it's far too late to delay the comeback. We've already recorded most of the song, the music video crew has been hired and your outfits have been ordered. Too much money has been spent at this point so the comeback will go on as scheduled -” you exhale a sigh of relief - “without you.”
There's an explosive slamming against your chest, your gut.
You breath hitches at the two words. Without you.
You've worked so hard for this comeback and now …
“Wait,” you croak, your throat suddenly feeling dry. You blink quickly, attempting to rid the pools of water building beneath your eyelids. “You're pulling me from the comeback?”
The director sighs. “At this point, our marketing team has decided that your presence would do a lot more harm than good.”
“But … but I-I've worked so hard and I-I-”
“Y/N,” your manager says gently, his grip loosening into soothing rub, moving in circles on your shoulder sympathetically. Every part of you is screaming to shove him off but you're too numb to move your limbs. All of your hard work … is this really happening right now?
“We're sorry, Y/N. We'll make sure to have this mess cleaned up for the next comeback.”
The next comeback? When would that be? It had already been seven months since you released your last EP. Would it be another seven months? A year? Longer? “But I already finished recording and-”
“We will re-record your parts with the other members. Please don't worry too much about this. Have a nice rest and work hard on regaining your image. You know what that means, don't you?”
Despite trying your absolute best not to show your vulnerability to these men, you can't help the lone tear that slides down your cheek. Of course you know what that means. “You don't want me to see Namjoon anymore.”
“I imagine he won't want to see you anymore either,” the pig from down the table chuckles. The director shoots the man a quick glare before switching his features back to sympathy. None of it feels authentic at all.
“We just need to you lay low, okay? Cheer the girls on from behind the scenes. You'll get to shine next time, okay?”
Lay low.
Behind the scenes.
Next time.
With a polite smile on your face, you rise as stiff as a robot, bowing curtly before turning and escaping from the room. Your manager is saying words, talking so quickly, but you can't hear him. There's a pain from inside your chest that has you pounding your fist against the top of your breast bone with a firm pressure.
Is this what a broken heart feels like?
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Hours later, you lay awake with a throbbing heart and bloodshot eyes. Your gaze is focused on the telephone sitting on the dresser next to your bed. After passing out a few days ago, your manager turned your phone off to stop the incessant buzzing. Phone calls from family and friends, text messages from fellow idols, alerts from Naver and Google of articles containing your name … it was all too much. You haven't spoken to Namjoon since hanging up with him that day and despite your relationship being the blame for everything falling apart, you long for his embrace more than anything in the entire world right now.
Reaching a hand to the device, you press the button in to turn it on. It springs to life almost immediately, lighting up with countless notifications. 59 unread text messages. 34 missed phone calls. 23 new voicemails. 49 new web results containing your name.
Namjoon's name sits atop of the results, as if your phone knew exactly what you needed.
Please call me. I'm freaking out. I don't know any of your members numbers. If you don't call me soon, I'm going to come over there.
The text was sent last night. You don't know if Namjoon is being serious or not, but you sit up and press the call icon next to his name anyway. He answers almost immediately. “Y/N? Is this you? Why haven't you been answering your phone?”
You pause, unable to find your voice. “Y/N?”
“I had to turn it off, Namjoon. I couldn't handle what they were saying.”
He groans, long and pained. “How did this happen, Sweets? Why did you tell them to confirm that we were dating?”
Listening close enough, it almost sounds as if he's accusing you of something. With your guard up so high, you latch on to it, your pride shoving away any kind of desires. “Excuse me? Why did you tell them to deny that we were?”
“Sweets, I know we've always talked about going public but now is not the time. The Grammys are announcing nominations in the next day or so and-”
“The Recording Academy doesn't give a shit about who you're dating, Namjoon. America doesn't … doesn't take away deserved success based on something so trivial,” you say, your voice cracking as you remember your own opportunities being stolen from you so easily earlier today. “And for your information, I didn't tell them to confirm our relationship. They didn't even speak with me about it. Did Big Hit … did they ask you? Did you tell them to deny it?”
There's a deafening silence on the other end of the line for what feels like an eternity. “I didn't have a choice. I had to think of the boys first.”
You gulp, nodding your head even though he can't see you.
Although you harbor nothing but love, friendship and respect for the other members of BTS, you knew that Namjoon's loyalty was often split between you and them. Working hard in your group, there were times when you completely understood his devotion to them. They were a team, a family. They've worked so hard to get to where they're at and Namjoon can't let a personal scandal – you, you're the scandal – take any of that away. But what about you? You've known Namjoon as long as Yoongi and Jin have. You've been just as close – even closer – to him. You've been his driving force and he has been yours.
So why is it only BTS? Why can't Namjoon find space in his loyalty for you as well?
You decide that's an argument for another day.
“Did they tell you not to see me anymore?” you ask quietly, fingers picking at the fabric of your blanket. He sighs and you know that's a definite yes.
“It's what they told me, yes. But I don't plan on listening. There's nothing in my contract that says I can't date. Did they tell you not see me?”
“They did.”
“Sweets-”
“Joonie, can you come over?” you ask, unable to disguise the sob in your voice. “I know it's a really bad idea right now with everything going on but I need to see you. Please.”
He sighs heavily and you have a strong suspicion that he's trying to generate a reason to deny your request. In the end, he relents. “I'll be over in fifteen. Do you need anything? Are you members okay with me being there?”
“I don't need anything but you and my members have all gone to learn choreography.”
“Why didn't you go with them?” The surprise in his tone is palpable. You ignore it.
“I'll see you soon. I love you,” you mumble, ending the call before he can say anything. Glancing up at your reflection in the vanity mirror across the room, you sigh. Has there ever been a time that you've looked worst than this? You try to think back but you honestly can't recall. Red skin, puffy eyes, hair greasy and thrown up in a messy bun, oversized sweatpants and one of Namjoon's giant hoodies. Should you change your clothes? Put some make-up on?
In the end, you decide to settle for quickly washing your hair in the bathroom sink. If you expect Namjoon to wrap you up in arms later, you don't want it to be spoiled with an inhalation of dirty hair. By the time you've finished drying the ends with a towel, the doorbell rings. The security camera confirms that it's Namjoon, clad in all black with his chin dipped down and an oversized face mask hiding his features. You buzz him in and he bustles in within seconds, pausing to glance around every corner warily before closing the door behind him.
He's not even completely turned towards you when you lunge, wrapping both arms around his neck and tucking your face into the crook of his neck. He's startled at first, stumbling backwards a few steps before he steadies himself and slowly melts into you. His long arms wrap themselves around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. You hate the way your muscles immediately relax as your face presses against the warmth of his neck. You hate how the colossal rainstorm in your chest fades into a lulling drizzle when he rocks back and forth on his heels, swaying both of your bodies. You hate how for this brief pocket of time, you manage to forget anything and everything except Namjoon and how undeniably, distressingly in love with him you are.
You don't realize you're crying until Namjoon is lifting your chin, using the pads of his thumbs to gently wipe away the moisture on your cheeks. You watch his dimples as they deepen with his frown, surveying the damage done to your face. “Sweets, you've been crying. What happened? Did management go hard on you?”
You dump your face back into his neck, muffling your voice. “I don't want to talk about it.”
You hear him sigh before you're suddenly swept over your feet, squealing in surprise when he begins to carry you to the couch. He sits gently, lowering you onto his lap. His hand reaches up to press your the side of your face against his chest. “We need to talk about it. We need to be on the same page if we're going to get through this, okay?”
“Namjoon, if this is too hard … if being with me is going to cause you-”
“No,” he protests sternly. “We're not going down that road. Like I said, there is nothing in my contract that says I can't date. Besides, BTS is kind of … well, we're huge right now. They wouldn't even touch the idea of messing with that.”
You want to giggle at his words because he often has these moments of being rightfully cocky and you absolutely love it, but a bucket of cold, hard reality washes over you when you remember why you were in such desperate need of cuddles in the first place.
“Namjoon?” you mumble into the fabric of his sweater. He hums in response, his hand coming to glide soothingly along your spine. “They pulled me from the comeback.”
His fingers stop moving. He cranes his neck to look at your face directly and it suddenly makes sense why you're with him and not your group right now. Now that he's looking for it, he can see the devastation on your face. He knew how important this comeback was to you, how excited you were and how hard you had worked. Namjoon recalls a dinner date a few weeks ago in which you confessed all about your daydreams and visions that this song was the song for FRNZEE. You had already pictured yourself and the other members taking home your first music show trophy after three long years of insanely hard work, high expectations and even higher disappointments. Namjoon wanted it so badly for you. He knew that if your confidence and pride for this comeback meant anything, it's that you were sure to finally find some of the success you deserve.
The fact that Namjoon has played a part in destroying that for you is killing him.
“Sweets … Baby, I'm so sorry,” he croaks. You smile sadly when you notice his eyes go glassy. “Is there anyone from your management I can speak to? Do you think my team can try to convince yours to let you back in?”
Your snort sarcastically. “I'm supposed to be staying away from you, remember?”
“We're not letting them break us apart, Y/N. I meant that. We'll get through this, okay? With the way this industry has been going lately, it's only a matter of time before another drug scandal comes out and our story will be forgotten by the media.”
You lean your head back against his chest, nodding in agreement. There's a comfortable silence between the two of you. Namjoon is great with words but he's also wonderful with expressing himself through gestures. The fingers tapping along your spine, his lips grazing against the crown of your head, his foot gently kicking yours as they dangle together. You're okay. I love you. Stay strong. He says the most when he doesn't say anything.
“Sweets, do you want to just join BTS as the eighth member?”
It's such an absurd thing to say that you can't help but laugh loudly. The sound makes Namjoon's chest swell in relief. “No, seriously. We can move Jungkook to the rap line and you can take his place as a vocalist. I know you could keep up with the choreography plus imagine how great it'd be for me to see you in your tiny workout clothes every time we practiced.”
You laugh again, shoving his shoulder. “That would mean the rest of the boys would get to enjoy me in my tiny workout clothes as well. Does that still sound like a good idea to you?”
He hums in consideration. “Okay, new plan. Hear me out – you and I have our own practice sessions and-”
“You're being ridiculous,” you giggle but play along. “How about I join you in a sub-unit? I think we'd go pretty well together and we'd get all the private practice sessions we want.”
His grin is dazzling as he leans closer into you, giving you those hooded eyes that usually mean he's up to no good. “I think that's the best idea you've ever had, Sweets. Should we start a practice session right now?”
You push yourself up to meet him halfway, your lips skimming his. “I don't have any tiny workout clothes with me though.”
“What a shame. I guess you'll just have to wear no clothes at all,” he quips smoothly before closing the gap between your lips, his tongue slipping through to hurriedly deepen the kiss. Twisting your body around on the soft, you find yourself straddling his lap again, your hands gripping his shoulders to keep you steady. He already has your shirt off and thrown to the floor when his phone begins to ring. Tearing his lips from yours, he groans when he pulls the device out of his pocket and sees Jin's name, tossing it to the side before returning his attention to your waiting lips. The second time the phone rings, his shirt has been discarded and you were drafting circles around a vein on his jugular with your tongue. Glancing at the screen, you sigh. “It's Jin again. Maybe you should see what he wants.”
He groans, louder this time before swiping to answer the call. “Jin, somebody better be dead or dying over there. What do you need?”
You're absentmindedly tracing the raised skin on one of his abs when he jolts upright, nearly knocking you off of his lap. The look on his face is hard to decipher. Shock? Fear? Disbelief?
“Joonie, what happened? Is everyone okay?” you whisper frantically, leaning in close to the phone. You can hear Jin garbling out words though you can't understand what they are. “Is Jin crying? Namjoon, what's going on?”
When he doesn't answer, you snatch the phone from his hand. “Jin? This is Y/N. Can you tell me what's going on? Jin? Kim Seokjin, are you there?” There's no answer. When you glance at the screen, you notice the call has long since ended.
“We did it,” your boyfriend mumbles in awe. You frown in confusion.
“What did you do?”
“Grammy … the Grammys announced nominations and … we …”
Oh my god. You rest your hands on his chest to propel yourself up as you look at him. Beneath your fingers, his skin vibrates with the quick pounding of his heart.
“Was BTS nominated for a Grammy?”
“Three,” he says, finally breaking out of his trance to lock eyes with you. “Three Grammys. We're nominated for three fucking Grammys, Sweets.”
His wide eyes matching your wide eyes, you both take a second to process this news before you break, leaping off of the couch. He howls in joy and you scream in excitement, scooping you up in his arms and twirling you in celebratory circles around the living room.
“Oh my god, you did it. Joonie, I'm so proud of you. K-pop at the Grammys! Joonie, you're marking milestones here!”
“I'm shaking,” he confesses, holding his arm out to show you his quivering arm. “I can't believe this is really happening. The boys and I … oh shit – the boys.”
“What?”
“Sweets, I have to go,” he says, his excitement suddenly wavering. His eyes move toward his phone on the couch, where it lights up with Jimin's name. You're sure that in the midst of your happy twirls, his phone has probably displayed the names of all six other members. “I want to stay and celebrate with you but ...”
“No way,” you force a laugh, mustering the most convincing grin you can. “I know the boys probably have champagne waiting for you. Go celebrate! Give my congrats to the rest of the boys, okay?”
Namjoon doesn't buy it. There's a war in his mind, an overwhelmingly large side telling him that it's only right to be with the rest of the members at a time like this. It's a moment that he's going to remember for this rest of his life – shouldn't he share that memory with the other six that helped make it happen? Another part of his mind screams for him to stay here with you. You have always been the one that brought him up from his pessimism. You have always been the one that forced him to envision a day where something like this would happen for him. Why shouldn't you be the one that shares this memory with him?
In the end, he's gathering his things and saying goodbye to you at your door with a soft kiss and promise of tomorrow. As the car disappears from view, he doesn't see your crestfallen face or the lone tear that drops to the grass at your feet. You didn't expect him to stay nor did you want to him to stay – of course he should be with his members at a time like this. What you didn't expect was the sense of finality that took Namjoon's place in the air around you. You were obscenely happy for him so why … why does something not feel right?
NEXT CHAPTER --->
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Answer all 200
damn okay you asked for it:
(this was asked a long time ago and its just being posted now bc its 200 fuckin questions f u kars jk love you)
1. What is your middle name?
Elizabeth
2. Do you have any nicknames?
Liz, Laur, Lau, Squid, Koala, Rhyne, Babe
3. Do you have any allergies?
Not to my knowledge
4. What is the longest your hair has ever been?
Too long,, like I could sit on it
5. Apple or PC?
PC
6. Favorite flavor?
In general probably some kinda cheese but for sweet stuff is cookie dough
7. Have you ever been on a blind date?
Bold of you to assume I’ve even been on a date (no I haven’t)
8. Are you friends with any of your exes?
2 of them actually!
9. What kind of car do you drive?
I can’t even drive,, but I have a Toyota Avalon waiting for me when I can
10. How grammatically correct are you when you text?
It really depends, I’m very correct when texting adults, decent when texting acquaintances, absolute disaster with good friends
11. What foreign country would you most like to visit and why?
Probs the UK or Italy, the UK bc I have several friends there and its very nice, and Italy for good food and good views
12. Creamy or chunky peanut butter?
Creamy all the way
13. Favorite food to pig out on?
Pizza
14. DC or Marvel?
Marvel!
15. Disney or Nickelodeon?
God idk,, probably Nickelodeon
16. Do you have any stickers on your laptop computer?
Yes, one from Kiawah Island (very nice place) and a couple random ones
17. Name/author of the last book you read cover to cover. Do you recommend it?
The Lost Hero by Rick Riordan, considering that was like my 3rd time reading it yeah I do
18. Do you read any magazines?
Nah
19. Coffee or tea?
Not a fan of either, I guess I’d pick coffee
20. What is your go-to Starbucks drink?
Red Velvet Frappucino
21. How many things can do with your weaker hand?
Oh You Know ;) in all honestly not much, I can catch because I used to play softball
22. Last show you binge watched?
Currently binge watching My Hero Academia!
23. Dogs or cats?
Cats
24. Favorite Disney princess?
Mulan or Moana I think
25. Do you like fast food?
Generally yeah
26. Favorite thing to cook for yourself?
Pasta and some type of garlic or cheesy or toasted bread
27. Favorite song to sing in the shower?
Currently Morning in America by John Bellion
28. Have you ever butt dialed anyone?
I don’t think so
29. iPhone/iPad or Android?
Android
30. Any styles of music you do not like?
Most country tbh, excluding John Denver n Carrie Underwood they’re both great
31. Have you ever kissed anyone of the same gender? If so, did you like it?
Not quite, but pretty close. We were dating so I’d say I liked it
32. Have you ever gotten a ticket while driving?
I can’t drive so no!
33. Favorite emoji?
💖 or 🍒 I think
34. Showers or baths?
Showers for convenience, but the occasional bath is nice to relax
35. Is there anything you regret buying?
Some clothes I have I don’t like, my fake airpods that don’t work
36. Are you fluent in more than one language?
Not yet, but I’m learning Spanish!
37. Any movie(s) you can watch over and over again and enjoy just as much every time?
Black Panther, The Last Unicorn, any of The Lord of the Rings trilogy
38. What is the heaviest you have ever weighed?
Around 155-160 pounds
39. Do you have any tattoos? If so, how many and where?
Not yet
40. Have you ever uttered a spoken hashtag?
Yep.
41. Favorite school subject?
I used to love English but not so much anymore, right now in in Psychology and its really cool tbh
42. Favorite non-chocolate candy?
Fuckin uh,, airheads are pretty good
43. Name one celebrity you dislike.
Johnny Depp is a shitty abuser.
44. If you could have one superpower, which one would you most like to have?
Telekinesis I think
45. From 1-10, rate your singing ability.
7
46. From 1-10, rate your dancing ability.
3
47. From 1-10, rate your cooking ability.
7
48. From 1-10, rate your driving ability.
1
49. Are you religious?
I’m really not sure, I was raised religious but I’m questioning a lot atm
50. Do you drink soda? If so, which one is your favorite?
Yep, I like Cherry Coke
51. Have you ever locked your keys in your car?
No, but I’ve been with someone who has
52. Spring or autumn?
Autumn
53. Do you play any sports?
Not now, but I’ve played soccer, softball, and basketball in the past
54. Can you play any musical instruments?
Nope
55. Are you more introverted or extroverted?
Introverted
56. How easily do you cry?
My dude,, so easily
57. Last musical artist you saw live?
My Lord and Savior Avi Kaplan
58. Favorite YouTube channel?
Not 2 be That person but I genuinely like Markiplier tbh
59. Star Wars or Star Trek?
Star Wars
60. How long have you known your best friend?
Well 1 of them funnily enough our moms knew each other when he was a baby and I was unborn, but we really met in 6th grade. My other best friend I met about 3 years ago :)
61. Have you ever voted for a reality show?
I think so
62. Last CD you bought? uhhhhh maybe a pentatonix cd dunno which one
63. Have you ever ended a romantic relationship?
Nope I’m the one who gets dumped
64. Have you ever been broken up with? See above (3 times)
65. Have you ever been in the audience for the taping of a TV show? Nah
66. How long was your longest relationship? Are you still with that person?
A year and 3 months currently, and yes
67. Have you seen any Broadway plays or musicals?
Nope
68. Have you ever acted in a play or a musical?
Yes! I’ve been in The Wizard of Oz (twice!), Little Shop of Horrors, Seussical the Musical, and the Little Mermaid
69. How flexible are you?
Not very
70. Have you ever sexted? Yes…
71. Do you own any clothes from garage sales or thrift stores?
Yep
72. Real or fake Christmas trees?
We’ve had a fake one my whole life, but I’d like to have a real one some day
73. How many pillows do you sleep with? 2-3
74. How well can you write in cursive?
Not great, but I can get the job done
75. What is your political affiliation?
Not officially affiliated, but rather left
76. Do you like any boy bands?
The Backstreet Boys duh
77. Have you ever broken any bones?
Just a couple small ones in my toe
78. Have you ever gotten any stitches?
Nah
79. Do you have any piercings in places other than your ears?
Not yet
80. What is the oldest piece of clothing you still wear and how old is it? One of my favorite pairs of shorts is pretty old
81.Do you like wearing hats?
Depends on the hat, I have a handful of baseball caps I like
82. Have you ever dyed your hair?
At one point I had the tips dyed purple, but now I regularly dye it to make it slightly lighter and redder
83. From 1-10, how competitive are you?
Like 8 probably, I’m not very athletic but I’m competitive about other things
84. How long have you been at your current job?
Since November 2017
85. Have you ever studied abroad?
Nope
86. Phrase you say the most?
“Oof”
87. Have you ever quit a job?
Nah
88. Have you ever gotten fired from a job?
Nah
89. Have you ever won a trophy? If so, what for?
Yes! For cheerleading competitions, 3rd place in making a video for a club, in a soccer tournament, and probably some others idk
90. Have you ever been a Boy/Girl Scout?
I was a girl scout but that was a while ago
91. Last thing that made you laugh?
Uhh last night some dumb meme my boyfriend showed me
92. Do you eat meat?
Yes
93. Are you more of a morning or a night person?
Night person, but I’m also old so it’s hard to stay up late
94. Worst habit?
Chewing fingernails, isolating myself from people when I’m sad
95. Deepest fear?
Uhhh that everyone who says they care about me is actually lying and talking about me behind my back
96. Do you believe in ghosts?
Yeah pretty much
97. If you could take home any animal from the zoo, what animal would you take?
An otter! I love them
98. Do you consider rapping singing?
I wouldn’t say it’s singing bc its different, but it’s certainly an art form and it has every place in the music industry
99. Favorite costume you wore for Halloween? How old were you?
When i was a ninja that was sick, i was probably 12-13
100. Favorite store to shop at?
For clothes? Maybe Plato’s Closet (nice secondhand place) but I also do a lot of online shopping
101. Have you ever given anyone CPR?
No
102. Favorite Pokémon?
Cresselia is dope but also Eevee
103. Do you own any homemade clothing?
Probably
104. Do you drink alcohol at all? If so, what is your drink of choice?
I’ve drunk once, vodka mixed with Hawaiian punch and it was p good
105. Have you ever skinny dipped?
No i’m fat
106. Favorite type of cookie?
Warm chocolate chunk
107. Favorite flavor of ice cream?
Oreo or chocolate chip cookie dough. The best thing i’ve ever had was a red velvet oreo milkshake tho
108. Biggest pet peeve?
When people interrupt or ignore me
109. Are you still friends with anyone from high school?
I mean I just graduated so yes
110. Favorite literary character?
Oohhhh, maybe Sam from LoTR? He was the realest friend ever
111. Are your birth parents still together?
Yeah
112. Do you wear or have your ever worn glasses?
Nope, 20/20 babeyyyy
113. How many of your Facebook friends do you actually hang out with?
Like 6, one of those being my mom lol
114. Have you ever been the victim of a prank?
Not that I can remember
115. Do you belong to a fraternity or a sorority?
No
116. Have you ever taken a nude selfie?
perhaps..
117. Are you adopted?
No
118. Favorite fandom?
Ugh fandoms r gross, maybe the rwby fandom?
119. Oldest memory?
Trying to strangle myself at pre-school aged 4 lmaoooo
120. Have you ever snorted when you laughed?
A couple times
121. Can you drive stick?
Can’t drive at all!
122. Favorite Disney song?
How Far I’ll Go, or maybe Go The Distance
123. Random boy’s name.
Leo
124. Random girls’ name.
Natalie
125. How often do you eat out at a nice restaurant?
Once a month? Not often, I’ve done it twice in 3 days recently tho bc it was my birthday
126. How many people are in your nuclear family?
3, me and my parents
127. What accent do you consider the most attractive?
Gosh, not to be basic but probably British, although I don’t really know many others
128. What is your Myers-Briggs personality type?
INFP i think? Maybe INFJ
129. What is your astrological sign?
Leo! (capricorn moon and cancer rising)
130. Biggest regret?
Trying to make someone care again who had no intention of doing so
131. What type of shoes do you wear the most?
My checkered vans, I swear I wore them every day of senior year
132. Do you like any soap operas?
No
133. Do you listen to talk radio?
Not often
134. What sports team(s) do you root for?
SF Giants, Carolina Panthers, Charlotte Hornets, Duke, Kentucky
135. Describe your sense of humor.
Ridiculously stupid, inside jokes
136. Have you ever been hit on by someone of the same gender?
Yeah, my ex-girlfriend lmao
137. Favorite video game?
Overwatch
138. Name a moment in your life when you were pleasantly surprised.
When i got a mf perfect score on my ACT
139. Do you believe in serendipity?
I had to look that up but I guess so
140. Have you ever left a movie theater before the movie was done?
I don’t think so, one time the movie malfunctioned and cut off like an hour in and we had to leave
141. Have you ever felt you were born in the wrong period of history?
Nah, everything has always sucked, but now is somewhat less sucky than before bc we have the internet
142. Is sex before marriage wrong?
No
143. Have you ever gotten a song you dislike stuck in your head?
Yes omg, fuckin Girls Like You, fuck you Adam Levine
144. Can you handle spicy food?
Only slightly spicy
145. Have you ever called a non-lover a term such as darling, honey, babe, or dear?
I call my friend Ryker babe all the time, and call most of my friends “love”
146. Do you like MTV?
Nah not really
147. Where on your body are you the most ticklish?
Probably ribs area
148. TV show or movie you quote/reference the most?
The Princess Bride is so quotable, so maybe that idk, I quote memes more than anything
149. Have you ever lived with a roommate you didn’t get along with?
Can I say my parents? I’ve never lived not in my house, but I’m about to go to college and I hope I like my roommate
150. Where do you think is the best place to meet a new lover?
Either school or through mutual friends?
151. Have you ever successfully been on a diet?
I mean I’ve lost weight but it wasn’t a diet, just not eating lol
152. Favorite thing to do outside?
Have a photoshoot, jk I love looking at flowers, also swimming is good
153. Where did you go on your last vacation?
Kiawah Island, for grad week
154. Do you say “y'all” at all?
Yes, I live in the south and started using it ironically but now I can’t stop
155. Have you ever lived on a farm?
No
156. Do you believe in evolution?
There’s scientific evidence for it, so yes
157. What TV channel do you watch the most?
Honestly HGTV those houses are awesome
158. Favorite Beatles song?
Hmmmm, Maybe A Day In The Life or Eleanor Rigby, I Am The Walrus is always good too ngl
159. Have you ever been on TV?
On like the local channels for school awards and such
160. Have you ever been to Disney World or Disneyland?
I went to Disneyland last summer!
161. Do you like horror movies?
Not really, I’m a pussy
162. Do you like to go fishing?
No
163. Have you ever been hunting?
No
164. Do you take medication for anything?
Yes, for ye olde depression
165. Name one item from your bucket list.
Get a novel published
166. From 1-10, how much do you like children?
3 maybe, they’re kinda annoying
167. Have you ever thought about your wedding?
Yes, but my ideas have changed over time
168. Have you ever been bungee jumping or skydiving?
No, but I’d like to
169. Favorite flower?
Hmmm Sunflowers? or Snapdragons, or the pink magnolias
170. Do you collect anything?
Enamel pins, and rwby blind box figurines (it’s not an addiction I swear)
171. Who was the last person you told a lie to?
My mom probably
172. Have you ever been a bridesmaid or a groomsman?
Nope
173. Have you ever had a fortune cookie fortune come true?
Not that I know of
174. What was your favorite toy to play with when you were a child?
Hmmmm I had this little Narnia figurine set that I loved, also a bunch of littlest pet shop toys
175. How good are you at math?
Pretty good, I took AP Calculus in high school and got an A, doesn’t mean I liked it
176. Have you ever learned anything from a how-to YouTube video?
Not that I can think of right now
177. Have you ever participated in a science fair?
Yes, it was required in 6th grade
178. Have you ever wished you were born the opposite gender?
Womanhood is difficult and I often wish I did not have to bear it, but I’ve made peace with it
179. Have you ever participated in a public protest?
No, I’m scared
180. Do you have a pool at your house?
No
181. Have you ever hosted a wild party?
No lol, the wildest was probably my birthday party when we all got high and then had a 1 am McDonalds run because munchies
182. Do you like karaoke?
Not really
183. Have you ever written a love letter?
Kind of yes, I’m rather sappy
184. Have you ever ran a marathon?
God no, I’ve done a lot of 5Ks though
185. How often do you get mad at yourself?
So much, I suck
186. Any guilty pleasures?
Probably shitty old Warrior Cats AMVs, those are great when you’re bored and need to remember your roots
187. Fruits or vegetables?
Vegetables solely because potatoes fuckin slap
188. Do you live in a house or an apartment?
In a house, but I’m about to move into a dorm
189. The countryside or the suburbs?
Suburbs, I’ve lived in them my whole life, also listen to Subdivisions by Rush it’s great
190. Worst job you’ve ever had?
I’ve only had 1 job so I guess working at Chick-fil-A
191. Do you hang out with any of your co-workers?
Yes, one of them was my friend from school as well so I hang out with her regularly
192. Were you ever voted homecoming/prom king or queen?
Nope, but my good friends were prom king and queen!
193. Were you voted a “best” or “most likely to” in high school?
No, but I was “Most Likely To Be President - Girl” in elementary school so take that
194. Have you ever gotten detention?
No I’m a good kid
195. Have you ever babysat?
Yes, we watched disney movies and played dress-up
196. Have you ever taken a road trip just for the fun of it?
Nah, but I’d like to
197. How many drinks get you tipsy?
Idk, I was a little funny after 2 vodka spiked punches so
198. Were you a part of any academic clubs in high school or college?
Certainly yes, Technology Student Association, Beta club, Book club
199. Have you ever given a public speech, aside from your schooling?
I did the sermon one Sunday at church, but I’m not a big fan of public speaking
200. How long have you been on tumblr?
5 years in november! (God thats awful)
@officieel i did it bastard
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❝ 92 statements tag ❞
i was tagged by jeonghan’s amazing gf @jeonghney for the 92 statement’s tag. thnk u my gold rose petal.
rules: answer these 92 statements and tag 10 people ! if there are questions that are too personal or you don’t want to answer, skip them or make a new one :^)
THE LAST (1-5):
drink: h2o
phone call: oh gosh, i can hardly remember. pizza pizza? who doesn’t deliver so thnks for soiling my day.
text: to a group chat.
song you listened to: exo - touch it bc i appreciate art.
time you cried: lmao like yesterday bc i was watching an emotional ep of hotel hell.
HAVE YOU (6-11):
dated someone twice: nope.
kissed someone and regretted it: i dont think so?
been cheated on: in uno yes.
lost someone special: yep.
been depressed: depression is received at many levels. extremely sad yes, but not depressed.
gotten drunk and thrown up: im the one holding ur hair back.
LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS (12-14):
pink!!
light purple!!
silver!!
IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU (15-21):
made new friends: lots irl n online!!
fallen out of love: yes.
laughed until you cried: yes everyday bc i gave myself a laugh n a half.
found out someone was talking about you: nope.
met someone who changed you: i havent met them!!
found out who your friends are: ive been with the same squad for 4 yrs n we’re just chillin.
kissed someone on your facebook list: i have never used fb a day in my life.
GENERAL (22-34):
how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: ^
do you have any pets: im living with 2 kitties right now!! but ive owned many different animals in the past.
do you want to change your name: she can stay as she is.
what did you do for your last birthday: my friends nd i booked a hotel room!!
what time did you wake up: 11:30am lol.
what were you doing at midnight last night: eating cereal!! every time i stay up past midnight i will eat cereal 2 celebrate all the hours of sleep im wasting.
name something you can’t wait for: to hang out with my bff’s we have not seen each other all summer.
when was the last time you saw your mom: yesterday bc she broke into my room for m&m’s.
what’s one thing you wish you could change in your life: hmm, idk. i’d like 2 be taller bc i cannot reach the popcorn shelf!!! :(
what are you listening to right now: a lot of dua lipa!!
have you ever talked to a person named tom: yup.
most visited website: tumblr / instagram / youtube / twitter
LOST QUESTIONS (35-64):
moles: a few on my arms n a trail tht’s up my shoulder. tht’s abt it
marks: i have a mark on the side of my head but my hair covers it. n one on my knee from when i fuckinj fell down a bridge.
hair color: blonde.
long hair or short: medium length is more fitting.
do you have a crush on someone: i would rather crush on a thumbtack than half the b*ys in my division. there are some nice girls tho!!
what do you like about yourself: some days there are many things!! other days there’s like 2 things. so im not sure!! im just trying my best i guess!!
piercings: two lobe piercings on both ears n im set for an industrial.
blood type: i would know the scientific notation of the distance between earth and sirius b before i knew this.
nickname: i h8 when ppl make nicknames outta my real name so i dont have any.
relationship status: sasuke and i are going on a trip to berlin next fall.
zodiac: aquarius.
pronouns: she/her
favorite tv show: the office / teen wolf / house / american horror story / atlab
tattoos: nope.
right or left hand: right.
surgery: no surgeries.
hair dyed in a different color: ive been a blonde bitch my whole life.
sport: basketball / sleep.
vacation: i just got back from a vacay n it was gr8 i got 10/10 sky pics!!<3
pair of trainers: im rlly obsessed with shoes but ive been wearing the same vans for 5 yrs. (my feet never grow!!)
MORE GENERAL (57-73):
eating: i like eating watermelon, twix bars n marinated ribs!! just fuck me up.
drinking: iced tea n orange juice are my faves.
i’m about to: it’s just past lunch which means it’s time to eat breakfast.
waiting for: some mf’ motivation 2 punch me in the face so i can write some more today!!
want: i rlly want a specialized rice krispie spoon ive been trying for a year!!!! :((
get married: i just dont think ill ever like someone enough 2 wanna live in the same house as them for tht long.
career: an english or bilingual teacher. i wouldnt mind teaching chemistry either.
WHICH IS BETTER (65-73):
hugs or kisses: i rlly dislike physical contact so i would pick neither, but hugs!!
lips or eyes: eyes!!
shorter or taller: it does not matter.
older or younger: older, but i wouldnt mind if they were a few months younger.
nice arms or nice stomach: i have this weird attraction to forearms so. also next time u look at a junhui pic look at his wrists he has such nice wrists!!! what cream is he using??!?
sensitive or loud: this is so complicated. i rlly dont like loud ppl just bc im easily overwhelmed n agitated with their… over-boisterousness?? nd i will always protec the sensitive ppl n respect their tolerance levels. we just dont mesh well bc ill always worry abt hurting their feelings. u just gotta get someone who knows ur vibe. idk what im saying. i guess loud.
hook up or relationship: relationship.
troublemaker or hesitant: troublemaker lol.
HAVE YOU EVER (74-83):
kissed a stranger: nope.
drank hard liquor: just picture tht vine of the kid goin “yo, all this vodka down the hatch” then being completely revolted. tht’s me
lost glasses/contact lenses: every day of my life.
turned someone down: yes.
sex in the first date: nope.
broken someone’s heart: yes.
had your heart broken: i rlly try not 2 wallow in those emotions n instead distract myself so not entirely.
been arrested: no but someone called the cops on me n my friend. (it was just a misunderstanding. i swear i wasnt doin a line of cocaine in an alley way or anything like tht tjgnjt4e)
fallen for a friend: yes!!
DO YOU BELIEVE IN (84-89):
yourself: *insert meme of me watching my own back*
miracles: it would be a miracle if junhui grew out his hair. but also chunks ahoy chocolate chip cookies.
love at first sight: not rlly. it’s usually falling for the idea of being with that person, instead of who they actually are as a person.
santa claus: im still waiting for my easy bake oven u jolly piece of shit.
kiss on the first date: maybe a cheek kiss? idk. a little spice is always nice.
angels: yes. who else is up there bowling?
OTHER (90-92):
favorite thing to do when you’re bored: zone off and completely disassociate.
do you wear socks to sleep: ive done it like 3 times. it’s not tht bad.
favorite movies: FLIPPED. captain phillips / my neighbour totoro / napoleon dynamite.
tagging : oh gosh idk (ofc this is optional!!) @jeonghangif / @sukaato / @meanei / @lolitasletters / @jaehyunsleatherpants / @boysbe / @seokshuas / @trbld-writer
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