#and the other one tasted like pool water lmfao

[twistedappletree]

hojicha latte at my local queer bookstore is SO bomb 😭🔥🔥🔥

[slutsbody]

(omg ok first time doing this but)

ok this is a safe space (saw piss kink n my neurons ACTIVATED) so while having ur throat clogged w his cock u taste piss n ur obv disgusted by it so u (softly) bite in protest trying to let him know what's wrong n instead of letting you up he keeps your head in place n gruffly says in his alcohol fueled voice "can you taste my piss, bitch? hm? can't be still without having something in your mouth, and now you're bitching *again,"* he says w a grunt as he forces himself deeper down ur esophagus making you gag n retch— 🔇

tw. piss drinking & dark! leon kennedy under cut!

NONNIE! THIS IS SOO HOT!!! hello my dearly beloved omfg this…i want you so bad, when i tell you my hand teleported into my pants when i read this for the first time like how did that happen!!1!1 no cause when i say piss kink this is what i’m talking abt i need to consume this man’s acid piss 🔥

YES!! this is a safe place i promise, never be shy to talk to me abt anything cuz chance is i’ll match your freak .. i hope to see you in my ask box again soon.. xx

if you don’t like piss, save yourself and skip this post LMFAO it’ll be easier for the both of us 🔥

but yeah! i can definitely see it :(( your knees are all bruised up and achy while leon’s cock was shoved inside your mouth uncomfortably. you bopped your head, taking him in and out, your warm tongue pressing on his shaft, feeling the veins that adorn his skin against your muscle.

while your throat is occupied, leon is lounging, his hand gripping the back of your head while his nails scratched your scalp. he’s lazily rolling his hips against your face while a familiar pressure in his lower tummy ached.

leon had to piss, of course he did, he was shooting back some whiskey like it was water. one thing about alcohol was, not only does it give you a nice buzz, but it makes you piss more.

as you eagerly sucked his cock, leon could feel the pressure building up more and more. sure, he knew he should pull out and go take a leak, but where’s the fun in that?

so, without warning, he just started to piss, not caring about your feelings on the matter. the warm salty liquid overtook your mouth before you could even realize what the hell was happening — once you did, you gripped his thighs, manicured nails digging into his flesh as your teeth pressed against his shaft. you had tried to pull your head back, but his grip on the back of your head tightened, his grip was firm, keeping his cock shoved down your mouth, forcing the piss to travel down your throat.

you didn’t want to choke, so swallowing was your only choice.

you tried to struggle against him, but all he did was shove you down his cock. his free hand moving to pinch your nose, blocking air flow. “stop bitching,” he grunted, his brow furrowing, trying to bite his cock? are you stupid? “it’s just some piss, you’re not going to die.” leon scoffed, letting go of your nose so you could breathe, but he kept your pretty face pressed flushed against his crotch, your nose pressing against his pubic bone.

by now, tears are slipping past your waterline, the taste of his piss and the feeling of his cock blocking your throat was making it hard to keep yourself from fighting against him. your body curled, gagging and retching against his cock, your drool pooling onto the floor while some of his piss left your lips — you clawed at his thighs, wanting to pull away, you didn’t want to throw up. god, the idea made you shiver and gag.

leon, on the other hand, didn’t care how much you gagged and retched, he let his body relax as the pressure in his lower belly relieved itself.

letting out a low groan, leon leaned his head back against the couch when the stream ended.

once you forcefully swallowed back the last gulps of his piss, you immediately tried to pull away from him — to catch your breath and cough, but leon’s hand remained firm on the back of your head.

“ah-ah,” he huffed, a lazy smirk curling on his lips, “i’m not done yet.” he reminded, thrusting his hips up against your pretty face, why would he let you pull away? his cock was still hard, and he was making that your problem.

[jean-kayak]

Chapter 5

Summary: A relaxing summer at home after your second year of college sounds nice, until someone comes back and makes it anything but

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x black!fem!reader

Warnings: smut (18+!!), unprotected sex, reader being a tease, major sexual tension, grinding, multiple orgasms

A/N: Alrighty people, this is the moment you all been waiting for lmao, hope you like it. Here’s y’all food 🤣

Word Count: 3101

P.S.: If you listen to Body by Summer Walker, it'll make it better, I'll say when to play it and I've been dying to put this song in an Eren fic bc every time I listen to it, I only think of him lmfao

Tags: @her-majesty-kiara, @germfart3, @styxtm, @iwascrybaby, @bigdaddyzawa​, @erensblackgirlfriend​

Chapter Summary: You finally give in to him, with a little teasing of course

You cross your arms as you shake your head. "Ymir, I've already told you, I don't want a birthday party," you oppose, and she throws her hands up.

"Why not? Everyone wants a birthday party!" she argues, and you give her a look.

"Twenty's not even that big of a milestone. And my parents aren't gonna be home on the actual day, so I thought I could just relax, you know? I have a lot of shows to catch up on."

Ymir scoffs as she turns to Jean. "Please convince her that this is a good idea," she tries, and you look at Jean who shrugs.

"Why not? I mean you're only twenty once, right?" Your mouth drops open when you hear that he's siding with her, and Ymir cheers in triumph. "Come on, it's a party. It'll be fun."

"What's this about a party?" You feel your face go hot when Eren walks into the living room, and Ymir tilts her body so that she can look at Eren.

"We're throwing a party for, Y/N." You move to stand in front of her, blocking her view.

"No, you are not. I said I don't want a party. Why can't I just spend it with my two best friends and some terribly painful cliche movies?" you counter, and she gives you a bored look.

"What's wrong with a party?" Eren speaks up, and everyone turns around, putting him into the conversation. "I had one," he comments, and you roll your eyes, knowing it's not going to help your case.

"Exactly! So, did I when I turned twenty," she continues. "And turning twenty is a big milestone. It's your twenty's," she emphasizes, and you smile as you shake your head.

"Ymir, no."

"Y/N, yes!"

You both go back and forth until you're subconsciously talking. "No," Eren cuts off you, and you don't even realize it, not even turning to him as you say yes.

"Alright!" Ymir cheers and your mouth opens at what just happened. You turn to Eren who just gives you a wink, and you glare at him.

"Fine," you give in, "but no alcohol, Ymir."

~

Of course, Ymir planned to have the party in Jean's backyard, saying his had the nicest appeal, your close friends were all coming along with a few others, and you ended up celebrating your birthday with your parents the day before because they were leaving for a business trip on the day of your birthday.

Ymir thought a pool party was a good idea, but all Jean had was about a forty-two foot wide, five-foot deep pool in his backyard, but he filled it up anyway, and it was hot, so Ymir thought that was a good enough excuse for everyone to wear swimsuits.

Ymir was waiting for you to get changed, and her eyes widen when you come out in yours, a two-piece yellow suit. "What? Is there something wrong with it?" you ask, checking yourself in the mirror, wondering if maybe it was a bit too revealing.

"Absolutely not. You look smoking hot. I would sleep with you," she says, and you laugh loudly as you slip a huge t-shirt over yourself and you turn around to see Ymir walking up to you. "I'm serious. You might even get some birthday dick."

You guffaw as you shake your head and put your shoes on. "Yeah, right. Don't plan on that happening at all tonight."

You raise an eyebrow when you see a tiara and a sash in her hands. "Here, put these on," she tells you, and you scoff.

"Why? Everyone already knows it's my birthday," you answer, and she shrugs, pushing the items closer to you.

"It's for dramatic effect." You roll your eyes before slipping the slash on, looking in the mirror to put on the tiara.

You follow her downstairs, and she asks you to grab the ice cream and the waffle cones while she finishes setting up outside. You see Eren when you walk in, the only thing covering his body are the swim trunks that definitely are too small, the outline of his muscles clear as day.

Neither of you exchanges a word as you grab the stuff from the ice cream from the deep freezer before moving to grab the cones. There on the top shelf, so you have to reach up to get them, practically feeling his eyes burning into your ass, which is now partially exposed, and you jump slightly when you feel hands around your waist.

"Need some help?" he whispers in your ear, and you refuse to let him get you flustered again, so you grab the cones, before looking at him over your shoulder.

"No, I got it," you say before pushing your ass back against him, and you feel his breath hitch. "Thanks though," you say, smirking before walking away, looking back and chuckling slightly at his shocked expression.

Ymir takes the stuff from you and makes you wait in the house, wanting to announce you when you come out, and you shake your head fondly, but following anyway, and when she calls your name, you're walking out, the backyard is filled with whoops and hollers, and you find yourself smiling and laughing. Maybe this wasn't a bad idea after all.

Everyone surrounds you at the table as they sing happy birthday, and you blow out the candles, everyone clapping before Ymir starts to cut the cake. Everyone comes to you individually when they can during the party, wishing you a happy birthday and giving you a hug.

You got into the pool pretty early, about seven people being able to get in without it being crowded, and also because it was a lot hotter than you thought it would be, so people are coming in and out of the house to escape the heat. You're slipping your shoes off when you make eye contact with Eren across the yard, who's watching you, and you make a show of slowly stripping off your shirt, tossing it in a chair next to you before turning around and bending over, sticking your arm in the water, pretending that you're testing the temperature, knowing that this swimsuit was a little bit more revealing than your other ones, knowing that your ass was nearly exposed.

You look over your shoulder to see that his eyes are glued to your ass, and you can help but chuckle before you get in, feeling proud of yourself because two can play at this game. You sort of just wade in the water, talking to your friends. You don't go underwater since you just got twists, which Ymir paid for, even though you insisted that she didn't have to, but she said she was treating you since it was your birthday.

You share your slice of cake with Jean, opting for eating ice cream instead, and you make eye contact with Eren for a second time, and another idea forms in your head. He's watching you intently this time, a look in his eye you can't really pinpoint, but you check to make sure no one's looking your way before licking at your ice cream in the filthiest way, and you can see his fist clench, making you smile widely.

You dip a finger into it before raising it to your mouth, making a lewd show of licking your finger clean before popping it out of your mouth, sending him a wink, and you see him breathe out heavily before he looks away, and you laugh softly before Ymir's pulling you away saying that you have to take pictures for the occasion.

There's some alcohol because it's Ymir, but not enough for you to be overly concerned, taking a couple of shots until Ymir insists that you have a few more because you're close to being legal now, and you have to stop her when she tries to take more than you. The party's pretty much died down, the only people left are some of your close friends, and you're walking into the house to put the ice cream in the freezer when you hear footsteps behind you.

You turn around to see Eren, hiding your smirk as you close the freezer. "Happy birthday," he says as his eyes trail down your body, your suit still wet from the water, so it's clinging to your skin.

"Thanks," you respond easily, noticing that there's an edge to his voice. To Eren right now, you're basically naked, and he's pretty sure you know that. He couldn't help the envious burn in his chest at the sight of Jean hugging you, his hand resting on the exposed skin between your top and your bottoms, and he wanted to walk over there and take you in front of everybody.

His eyes were on you the entire time, never leaving you, and it's not like he wanted to, and he already knew that he was going to have you after your first little stunt, but you kept going, kept pushing him. He knew you knew that he was watching you, having to quickly stop his mouth from falling open after seeing how little your swimsuit was.

He didn't expect you to be such a fucking tease, nearly having to go somewhere to take care of his hard-on that you caused after your third stunt, and that's when he lost it. "Aren't you glad you had the party?" he asks you, and you smile softly before nodding.

"Yeah, I did. Ymir did a really good job," you admit, and he nods, his eyes catching a drop of water run down your chest into the valley of your breasts, and he feels his dick stir again. He steps closer to you until the freezer is digging into your ass.

"You think you're cute, don't you?" he asks, and you shrug as you tilt your head.

(play the music here hehe)

"Maybe. Did you like it?" you ask teasingly, and he smirks at you as he rests his hands on either side of you on top of the freezer. "Thought it would be nice for you to get a taste of your own medicine." You don't know where all of this confidence is coming from, but you don't let it ruin the moment.

"Yeah?" he says, leaning closer to your lips.

"Yeah," you echo, watching his eyes glance down at your lips before he licks his.

He watches you smirk, the lustful look in your eyes matching his, both of you more than feeling the tension in the room. You turn around, moving just enough so that he doesn't have to move his arm, and his eyes instantly fall to your ass, and his hands grip the edge of the freezer when you bend over, and he moves back to give you room, your backside flush against his dick, and he sighs heavily.

The music from outside is still clear as day, so you roll your hips against him to the rhythm of the music as his hands grip your hips. You go from moving your hips side to side, up and down, rolling them around in a circle until Eren feels like he might cum from the stimulation and the sight of your almost naked ass grinding against him.

And you can't help but admit that this is affecting you too. You're pretty sure that if your swimsuit wasn't wet, then the huge wet spot from your arousal that you know is there would show through. You gasp suddenly when he pulls you up flush against his chest but your shoulder, his hands rubbing all over your body as you continue moving your hips.

"So," you start, not even realizing that you're practically breathless from just grinding against him. "How's it taste?"

He brings a hand up to your neck, guiding you to face him, and he leans down but pulls away when you try to close in, and he smirks seeing the hunger in your eyes that matches his. "If you're gonna fuck me, Jaeger, then fuck me."

That's all it takes before he's crashing his lips down on yours, the kiss taking your breath away as he tightens his hands around your waist. He pulls away too quickly for your liking, but the next thing you know he's pulling you upstairs so fast that you're glad you took your shoes off because you're sure that you would've tripped. He's leading you to his old room, quickly opening the door and closing it behind him, the door barely clicking closed before he has you on the bed, his hands touching every part of your body that's exposed.

His lips are on yours again, and kissing him is nothing like you've ever imagined, which to your embarrassment is way too many times to count. It's sloppy, but it feels so good, like finally receiving something that you've been deprived of for so long. He unravels the string on your swim top, his lips never leaving yours as he throws the clothing to the side.

The kisses are nothing but tongue, but it's full of hunger, the sounds of your lips smacking together echoing in the room, and he moves down, sucking every mark into your neck until it's covered in love bites as his hands cup your boobs, groping them roughly, whining softly when he pulls at the hard buds.

"Come on, Eren," you plead, bucking your hips up, brushing against his raging erection, and he groans into your neck before lifting himself up to get rid of his trunks while you get rid of your bottoms. You can't help but gape at his dick, looking at how big it is, and you start to worry if it'll actually fit.

"It'll fit," Eren states, reading your mind, sitting up on his knees, looking down at you. "You're gonna take all of it, cause I'm not playing games anymore."

Your mouth opens to say something, but you go quiet when he starts stroking himself, and you realize that you haven't actually looked at him. And, God, he's so hot, your mouth watering subconsciously. This is way better than what you've fantasized, and you fight the urge to pinch yourself to make sure you're not dreaming.

You lean forward to rub down his abs which definitely feel like they could cut glass before you brush over his length on the way down, making his jaw clench. You're about to replace his hand, but he moves yours away, and you're being pushed back down onto the bed as he lines himself up.

You gulp in anticipation, but your mouth falls open when you feel the tip start to stretch you out, and you moan at the feeling. He braces himself on his elbows as he slides in further, and you feel your eyes roll back as you feel the stretch burn throughout your whole body rendering you nearly speechless.

"God," he pants, his voice breaking as he rests his forehead against yours. "You feel so fucking good, even better than I fucking imagined," he sighs once he bottoms out, and you feel so full, your nerve endings on a thousand.

"Move," you manage, and he wastes no time in pulling out, and you go from feeling completely empty to full in an instant, your scream bouncing off the walls as he thrusts into you mercilessly, his chain smacking your chin with every roll of his hips.

"Eren!" you scream when he hits those bundle of nerves inside of you, and his hips falter when you clench around him.

"Shit, say my name again, baby girl. Scream it," he demands, picking up the pace to brutalize that spot, and your nails dig into his back as you say his name over and over again like a mantra.

"Ngh, I'm close." You can barely get the words out, every cant of his hips feels like he's reaching deeper inside of you every time.

"Shit, me too. Cum, baby, please cum," he begs, running a hand down your side to thumb at your clit. You cum as soon as he makes contact, and he puts his lips on yours to muffle your scream of his name as you cum so hard you see stars. "Fuck," he whispers, his hips seeming to pick up speed, and then his body's tensing as he shoots into you.

You don't even have the chance to catch your breath because he's slipping out of you and flipping you over. You already feel the soreness starting to form, and he rubs soothing circles down your back as he props you up on your knees. "You got one more in you for me, I know you do, baby," he says, easing back inside of you, and you feel your eyes rolling at the stretch.

"Move, Eren, come on," you rush, moving your hips back against him, and he grips your hips hard before he starts moving, and your hands keep a tight grip on the sheets as you bite into the pillow, muffling the sounds that spill out of your mouth that you have no control over.

He's ramming into that spot inside of you, and your body is shaking with overstimulation, the only way you're staying upright is because he's holding you. "Too--oh fuck," you cry out, trying to tell him that it's too much, your body feeling like it's going to explode, your brain numb with pleasure.

"You can take it, you're my good girl, yeah?" He releases a broken moan when you clamp around him, and he leans over you, his grunts and suppressed moans are breathing right in your ear, and you let out a broken whine as you buck back into him as you seem to move away from him at the same time.

His head falls on your shoulder. "God, Y/N, you feel so good, I'm so fucking close," he praises, and the wrecked sound of your name is the last straw, dropping your head down to cover the loud scream that rips from your chest, your body going rigid as your eyes roll back in your head.

"Shit, shit," he swears, and he's cumming right after you, releasing another load inside of you. You both stay in the same position, your ragged breaths barely filling your ears, wincing when he pulls out, and as soon as he lets go, you're falling limp on the bed.

You barely move, every shift of your legs sends an overstimulated jolt through your body, and you feel him flop down on the bed next to you.

"Happy Birthday, Y/N."

|Chapter 4|Masterlist|Chapter 6|

[theodore-lasso]

I’d blame the discord but literally no one asked for this lmfao it is Just sm*t but like. pretty 

It wasn't that odd for them to be sitting like this on the couch together, after everyone had gone home. Maybe that was part of the issue. The easy way they laughed and her hand resting on his forearm when he took a joke so far that there were tears of mirth in her eyes.

But it was the quieter moments too, when he drained the last sip of his drink and realised that he should probably be heading home. But the lights were low, the moon casting a dim glow into her office that softened every hard edge, that blurred every line.

It was there that he found his hand reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, his breath catching in his throat when he realised what he'd done. You'd think he would snatch his hand back, stand and walk out of the room, like he'd done every time they'd toed the line previously. But his fingers were ghosting over her jaw, and she was leaning into his touch.

'Ted,' she said softly, as he leaned forward tentatively, slowly, giving her time to retreat if she wanted, as if he wasn't quite convinced that he should be doing this. But as soon as his lips pressed against hers, both his hands reaching up to cup her face in reverence as he pulled her closer, there was not a single doubt in his mind.

Her arms snaked their way over his shoulders, hands roaming over his back, his neck, carding through his hair as his lips parted under hers, finally able to touch the man she found so intoxicating, able to taste the remnants of whiskey on his tongue.

Their kiss was a slow build, like everything in their relationship, but in the dark of her office, their faces illuminated by nothing but the soft glow of the moon, there was a moment captured in time, just for them, where everything was stilled and quietened.

But the thing about slow builds, is that they build. At some point, gentle hands caressing the soft skin of her cheek weren't enough, the scratch of his jumper under her palms wasn't enough. Her hand slipped under his collar, and she felt more than heard a low rumble in his throat as he bit back a moan at the sensation of her skin on his.

Their breathing was heavier, and he found one of his hands now resting heavily on her thigh, somewhere he'd never dreamed of touching before, but his fingers skirted the hem of her dress, resting underneath it as if he was testing the waters, daring fate to steal this moment from him. But she deepened her kiss in response.

It was like a cosmic shift when she braced herself on his chest and swung herself onto his lap, a groan escaping the back of his throat as he broke away for a second, her lips chasing after his as his hands settled on her hips, trying to memorise the feel of her under his hands, a dazed expression on his face. "Am I dreaming?"

She sat back, looking over him, brushing her hands through his hair to bring it back to order, feeling the burning sensation of the slow drag of his hands over her side, bringing them up and watching her dress expose an extra inch of thigh, bringing them down and watching her shudder as his hands settled heavily on her hips.

"I hope not," she replied, pressing another kiss to his mouth and finding it hard to pull away when he reciprocated so fully. But his eyes were trained on her when she slipped her hands underneath his jumper and slowly but surely pulled it over his head, a question writ in his expression that was answered by her sure movements.

She felt his palms drag themselves from her hips to her thighs and work their way over the skin he found there, slowly pulling her dress up and exposing her thighs until his hands were once again on her hips, the fabric of her dress bunched around his wrists. There was nothing else in this moment but the slow drag of fabric, the weight of his touch, the slow pull of their gravity to one another as she pressed her tongue to his jaw, the first sign of stubble scraping against her as she mouthed down his neck, heat and coiling tension rising as his grasp tightened on her hips, pulling her into him and she could feel his breath catch under her tongue.

He groaned her name, and it sounded like a prayer, wrapped up in silk and reverence, doused by moonlight and ignited by the sharp tang of whiskey on his tongue. At the same time, his hands found the zip of her dressed, and tugged on it lightly until it pooled in her lap, her bra following soon after until she was bare in the moonlight, his eyes drinking her in, taking a moment to catch his breath before leaning up towards her and capturing her lips with his in perfect innocence.

His mind was repeating a mantra, she's perfect. You're perfect. And his fingers traced the shadows left on her skin in the night, she wasn't sure whether it was his touch that was leaving trails of fire over her skin or whether his touch was the one soothing it.

She pushed him back gently, until his back tested against the couch, undoing the buttons of his shirt one by one, evening the playing pitch between them, her nails scraping lightly through his chest hair, leaving an open mouthed kiss under his jaw while his hands were spread wide on her back, almost in disbelief that the expanse of skin under his hands was his to touch.

He was quieter than she thought he'd be, not seeking constant approval like she'd imagined, but sure in his movements, desire heavy in his gaze, his thumb running lightly over her nipple and watching it pebble in the cool night air of her office. She pushed his shirt from his shoulders, letting it fall behind him, running her hands over his arms, his chest, and down to his belt as he gazed up at her, lips parted and breath heavy.

He cupped her jaw in his hand, and brought her in for a sweet kiss while she pulled his belt from his pants, his moustache tickling her lip as he pressed light kisses to her face, across her lips, over her cheek, down to her jaw. It was almost incongruous, the gentle care he took while pressing kisses against her skin, and the unmistakable sound of her tugging his fly open and reaching in to grasp him.

He groaned against her skin, a keening sound in the back of his throat as she wrapped her hand around him, already hard. He pulled back for a split second, screwing his eyes shut in concentration, his hands stuttering on her skin, and she leaned forward and took him in her arms, skin pressed against skin, chest pressed against chest. His head was buried in the crook of her neck, and he pressed kisses against whatever skin he found under his lips, mind going blank as she rose up, her hand reaching between them to guide him into her, slowly sinking down onto him and watching his eyes raise to the ceiling in ecstasy and wonder, before slowly and sinfully rolling his hips up into her, capturing her lips with his, mouths parted and hands framing her face, brushing her hair over her shoulder so he could see her better.

But as I said before, the thing about a slow build is that they build, and what began as fingers tracing the pattern of moonlight across skin, finding soft edges and curves, began as the slow roll of hips into each other, providing just enough friction to build towards something, did, in fact, eventually build. His hand reached between them and his thumb pressed where she needed it most, the thrust of his hips quickening as her breathing started to stutter, sweat glistening on her skin that made her skin cool in the breeze and burning under Ted's gaze, his hands, his tongue.

They followed each other over the edge like that, her thighs quivering under his sure and steady hands, her expression painted in his memory like a portrait, his chest heaving and mouth ajar, as if in utter disbelief that this was his reality. He pressed lazy kisses against her skin as she came down from her high, still fascinated by how much there was left of her to uncover. She brought a hand up to his jaw, bringing his lips to hers in a lingering kiss, a promise of things to come, a reminder of their gravitational pull, a signifier of things unsaid but understood.

[softguks]

angst drabble with jungkook please? HIT ME WITH THE PAIN. COME AT ME BRO. i’m probably going to regret this LMFAO

primroses

order description. Jungkook’s always missing you, it’s just on a rainy day that’s also your anniversary that he’s missing you the most.

customers. jeon jungkook / reader course. angst / teeny tiny bit of fluff :’) total bill. 1.5k words allergies. angst, character death (major), grieving, pain, crying :(

note ! @sketchguk thank you for being there for me during my rambles of how insecure i am about my writing sjwjsjsjjs. if the read more doesn’t work on mobile, i’m sorry :(

— primroses: i can’t live without you, eternal love

Jungkook’s made this trip more times than he count, comes probably every other week or so, and has visited so many times that he could probably get here with his eyes closed —even though that wouldn’t be very smart— but for some reason, today feels harder than normal.

His grip on the steering wheel tightens, the ridges of his knuckles going white as he clenches his jaw, chest heaving with each shaky breath that fills his lungs. The skin under his dark circles is tinged pink, red-rimmed eyes staring out into the distance as he musters you the courage to grow some balls and get out of his car. His legs feel like deadweights, and he can barely get himself out of the driver’s seat, eyes cast downward at the cracks and divots in the concrete. He follows each line and chasm in the asphalt that’s stained with rainwater. The squishy sounds of his shoes against the freshly trimmed, damp grass momentarily distracts him from his thoughts. Drops of dew cling precariously onto the blades of grass, glittering like jewels. He looks for anything and everything to get his mind off of her. His heart feels heavier today, the ache that resounds in his heart worsening with each day that passes.

Tears sting the base of his eyes, pooling in the corners of his doe eyes as he sniffles, struggling to hide the trembling of his body and the quivering of his bottom lip. Pearly, white teeth graze over the plump flesh of his bottom lip as he tightens his grip on the bouquet of flowers in his hand. His feet seem as if they are glued to the ground, imprinted in the soft and slightly damp, muddy patch of grass. Squatting down, he places the bouquet of primroses next to the structure, the pad of his thumb gently brushing against the yellow and pink petals. He glances up at the sky, trying his hardest to blink back the burning tears that threaten to slide down his cheeks.

Carding slender fingers through brown hair, he swallows the lump in his throat, unable to hide the pain that swallows him whole. It throbs in his chest, eating him out from the inside, burning him alive. It hurts, hurts so bad that some days he can’t get out of bed. Some days, his hyungs have to drag him out of bed for him to function. Some days, the most he can do is take a shower and down a glass of water before it all hits him like a truck again, and the pain becomes too much too handle. It’s funny, how bright and full of life he used to be. And now, he’s just a ghost, a husky of a human being, a lifeless soul residing in a shell.

It feels different without you. It feels wrong, it feels weird, and he hates it. It feels wrong to come back to a place he can’t even call home without you waiting with open arms. It feels wrong not to see your pair of shoes placed on the shoe rack next to his Timberlands, without your set of keys plopped in the little bowl at the front entrance, without your smile brightening his day. It feels too quiet, without the low hum of the dryer in the background, the illuminated TV playing softly, the bubbling of a boiling pot on the stove, the padding of your footsteps as you run to him. It feels wrong to sink down into the couch, waiting for you to run from your shared bedroom with lotion in one hand and a blanket in the other. He finds himself wanting nothing more than for the world to swallow him up whole as he barely lives through the days.

It feels wrong for him to fall asleep at night, without you curled up in his arms, the soft snores tumbling from your parted lips, your soft locks of hair fanned out around your head like a halo. He finds himself glancing over to the empty side of the bed more times than he cares to admit, unable to fall asleep because it’s too quiet and too cold. He misses the warmth that radiates from your sleeping figure, the beauty that astounds him when shards of silver moonlight illuminate your figure with a soft glow. It feels wrong to eat dinner alone, missing the warmth and homely feeling of your home-cooked meals. Recently, he’s been eating at the dorms to avoid feeling so lonely and lost in his thoughts.

Performing on stage is the worst. It doesn’t bring him the same euphoric feeling of pure bliss as it used to. He finds himself staring into the distance, at that one spot in the arena where you would normally preside, a proud smile playing across your rosy lips, your eyes bright with excitement. The thrill of it all, the rush of adrenaline, the cheering of the crowd, and the magical warmth that used to throb in his veins is now not enough. It takes too much out of him to sing the songs that were carefully crafted for you, to pour out his heart to someone who isn’t there anymore.

Jungkook finds himself falling deeper and deeper into a hole he doesn’t know if he’ll ever be able to climb out of.

He places the flowers down, next to the engraving in the stone, next to the plaque with your name carved on it. He lets the tears flow freely from his eyes, wide, broken, and blank eyes filled with more anguish than the amount of space in the universe. His heart quite literally shatters at the thought of your angelic smile. His voice comes out in a breathy murmur, soft and soothing as he gently traces the lines on the stone.

“Hey. I-I’m here again. God, this is so fucking stupid isn’t it? I’m sorry, it just-just hurts so much. I haven’t figured out how to live without you. It hurts too much to not see you, to not be able to touch you, to not be able to have you in my life. I love you, I love you so fucking much and if that means pouring my heart out to you on a rainy day, then so be it. You are the light of my life, and you’d probably be scolding me for crying, for dwelling on my feelings, but I can’t help it. I was going to marry you. I decided that I was going to propose on our anniversary, which is actually today.”

The words are falling from his mouth before he can stop them, and he can taste the saltiness from his tears on the tip of his tongue, and yet even the streams of grief aren’t enough to wash away the anguish that envelopes his entire being. It feels as though he’s drowning, the water rising faster than he can fight it, filling his lungs and yet there’s nothing he can do but breathe it in.

“I was going to spend the rest of my life with you, I’d decided, and we’d talked about our wedding, and the color dress you wanted, the flavor of cake we’d decided on, and we decided we were going to have kids. I had the ring ready, I made a reservation two weeks before just to make sure it would be at your favorite restaurant. I bought my suit already, I had the whole day planned out. In fact, I almost proposed to you that day in the diner, at two o’clock in the morning and goddamnit I wish I did. But I’m just too much of a coward and I loved you too much, getting lost in your eyes as you laughed over some shitty joke. It would’ve been worth it, to be promised as yours even if it only lasted two weeks. I’m never going to stop loving you, and I know you hate it when I cry, but I just have to tell you. If only I-“

Another sob tears through his throat, disrupting the peaceful silence that has settled in the quiet field of flowers. All of a sudden, his body is shaking with the sobs that erupt from his throat, the bitter scars and broken pieces of his heart pouring out of him. He waits a few moments, steadying his breathing and piecing himself back together before he continues. He has to finish, he can’t bear to hold onto the feelings anymore. They sit like burdens on his chest as another sleepless night passes, they hang onto the tips of his fingers when he grips onto the tear-stained sheets. He waits until he feels ready to continue.

“I brought you flowers. Primroses. And you’re probably thinking that I’m such a cheesy dork for it, and I am, but they’re primroses because the florist told me they mean eternal love. This sounds so fucking stupid but it’s worth it if it makes you smile. I wish I could see you smile again. But, I have to go now, Jimin-hyung will murder me if I don’t make it to dance practice on time. I’ll see you next week, hm? God, I probably sound like an idiot right now. I’ve always been your idiot though.”

He wipes away the wet patches of salty liquid that stain his cheeks, the skin around his puffy eyes blotchy, streaked with tears. But there’s a small, half-tender half-sad smile playing across his lips when he finishes.

For the first time in a long while, Jungkook smiles a genuine, real smile.

“I love you, I really hope you know that.”

the read more link doesn’t work on mobile, i’m sorry 🥺 thank u for reading pls reblog and leave a comment if you liked it!!

[sillyguyhotline]

26 and 31 for the yttd ask meme >:DD

26. Do you have any headcanons for any characters?

(all thought up on the spot bc i had nothing in mind before this fhdbfhbsf)

- sara helps tutor joe, especially in math, because he’s our favorite himbo. however, he will occasionally pretend that he doesn’t understand things even after he gets them, either to mess with sara or make her feel a little smarter lmfao

- joe doesn’t have a dog yet but he’s saving up to get one, and gin is in the same boat. when they realize they have this in common, they agree to pool their money to get a dog

-joe and sara start dating and they “adopt” gin (he ends up spending most of his time with them). joe teases gin by incessantly calling him “sport,” “champ,” “buckaroo,” and other weird dad names. he also begins to make dad jokes ironically, but then they become unironic, much to sara’s chagrin

-gin plays fortnite lmao,,,im half kidding but i feel like he’d say he plays it and then he secretly plays animal crossing or those animal grooming mobile games but he’s too scared to admit it because he’s afraid of sounding too girly

-reko got into fights in high school and it was alice’s responsibility to break them up and subdue her

- shin has a 4chan account. he just does. sou probably introduced him to it and now he likes to go on there and make jokes about the people who get unreasonably pissed on it even tho he’s pretty close to being one

- joe asked ryoko out w a really cheesy pickup line or one of those joking valentine’s day cards, and he kept bouncing options off of sara until she got fed up and threatened to confess to ryoko herself

-nao has a bunch of aesthetic pinterest boards that are either cottagecore themed or have a lot of pastels and soft colors,,,and she very quietly made one w the more egirl/alt aesthetic after meeting reko

-aaaand (in a non death game au) shin and kanna start a garden!! kanna is very invested in organizing all of the flowers and she wants to learn about flower language, and shin pretends to be nonchalant but secretly waters and monitors the flowers when kanna isn’t looking :))

31. Characters you would go on a road trip with?

definitely joe, i feel like he’d have great music taste and just generally be a fun person to go on a trip with, but i also feel like he’d be kinda talkative and get a bit irritating after awhile lmao

i think kai would be chill but helpful, from what we’ve seen of his fondness events he’s funny asf so i wanna get to know him and hear more of his quiet humor!!! i’d also wanna go with alice purely because he’d probably have an overdramatic reaction to every little inconvenience, and nao because she seems so genuinely sweet and helpful and i wanna hear abt her interests!! most of these are just characters that i’d want to get to know better honestly 

[eunkimmie]

Do you remember the gentle crush for Sal? Well, how would he react if he was at a waterpark or pool or something and he notices that his gentle crush has pierced nipples through their bathing suit? NSFW?

aaaa i love this sm—i got kind of carried away tho lmfao

Sal didn’t exactly like waterparks all that much because he couldn’t enjoy going down a slide anyways due to his prosthetic being prohibited. Not to mention there were always small children there, and they always stared at him in bewilderment which put a damper on his mood.

Not to mention this boy was simply just self conscious of his body. He was always a small kid, and that fact didn’t really change as he grew up. He was a bit scrawny and his small height was only worsened by his less than stellar posture. Normally he wasn’t all too self conscious, but whenever he had to take his shirt off in public that all changed. 

Because of this, he and his friends liked to climb the fence after the pool closed and use it without anyone bothering them. It was dark, but there were automatic lights that were on the floor and the walls of it so it made for quite a nice scene. 

One night, the group decided to take a swim when the sun had gone down and the moon casted a white, dim light over the scenery. The night was cool and was about the perfect temperature for such activity. 

He sat at the edge of the pool with his feet in the water, a shirt still covering his torso. He heard (Name) talk to Ashley in the distance before she took a seat beside him. Usually, she wore an oversized shirt to swim. She was a bit timid in nature and a bit shy, but tonight was different.

A decorative triangular bikini top covered her breasts, and it was safe to say that a large portion of her that Sal rarely saw was exposed. She smiled gently at him. “It’s really pretty tonight, isn’t it?”

The night was indeed pretty, but he couldn’t help but think that she looked much better. Now, Sal was a respectful guy. He felt embarrassed whenever he would catch himself looking at (Name) with erotic thoughts and would innerly scold himself. However, he couldn’t help but let his eyes wander a bit south of her eyes that he usually got so lost in.

As his eyes scanned her chest feverishly, he couldn’t help but notice her nipples poke through her top. He took notice of two bumps beside them before he narrowed his eyes in confusion.

(Name) noticed him staring and felt her face warm up. Shit—she had forgotten that Sal had never seen her piercings. Despite being a bashful person, she had gotten her nipples pierced a while ago and it honestly made her feel confident. Still, the way that Sal was staring made her embarrassed.

“Sal,” she mumbled. Immediately, the boy jumped back and turned his head from her, face hot beneath his prosthetic. “Shit—I’m sorry, I just…Do you…Are they like…?”

(Name) bit her lip, avoiding looking at him out of sheer mortification. “Um…Yes.”

Sal felt a rush of heat move to his lower region. A prominent bulge becomes visible through his swim suit and he can’t help but pull his shirt down to try and cover his shame. Still, was (Name) fucking with him? The fact that his shy and gentle girlfriend had nipple piercings was so hot to him, and he didn’t know why.

(Name) felt kind of bold. Embarrassed, yes, but bold. She liked the fact that her piercings made Sal so flustered. Feeling a rush of confidence, she learned over to whisper in Sal’s ear. “Follow me.”

She stood up and took Sal by the hand. She looked over her shoulder to see her friends were quite distracted with the alcohol they had insisted on bringing. She lead him to the pool’s supply closet. 

“(Name)—” Sal gasped when she pressed her body against his, her breath hot as she pressed a gentle kiss to his neck. 

“Sal, let me help you…” She snaked her hand around to the back of his head, running a shaky finger of the metal clasp that held his prosthetic on. She looked at him, eyes full of passion. “Can I…?”

Sal could only nod as she unclasped his mask until it loosened, carefully placing it on the shelf behind them. (Name) smiled up at him before kissing his lips messily. 

Sal’s head was racing. This was a side to (Name) he hadn’t ever seen before, but he liked it. His cock was throbbing, and he could only let out a groan when she pressed up against it. Shaking, he raised his hands up to untie her top, pulling on the string before it came undone. He undid the other string, her top falling from her torso. His eyes darted downwards immediately.

Her piercings were, in a word, cute. On top of being insanely hot, they still held (Name’s) gentle tone. They were two red roses and it made Sal weak in the knees. He couldn’t help but run his cold hands over them, exciting a high pitched moan from his girlfriend.

He loved that reaction, and he wanted more. He wasn’t much of a dominant lover, but at the time he felt a wave of dominance rush over him. He gripped her by the waist and backed her against the wall. She shivered as the two dropped to the ground, (Name) now sitting on her ass. She whimpered as Sal ran his thumb over her sensitive nipples before dipping his head down. Sal relished in her moans as he took one of her buds in his mouth, a metallic taste immediately coming to him. 

“S-Sal,” she breathed, petting his hair lovingly. He looked up at her, her cheeks rosy and her lip trembling. “C-Can I try something…?”

He nodded before rising to sit upright on his knees. She hooked her index finger on the elastic of his swim trunks before pulling them down, Sal letting out a sigh of relief when his erection sprung from the constriction of his bottoms. 

(Name) looked up at him for a moment before moving her gaze to his cock. Sal’s size was perfect for her—his length was pretty average, but his girth was thick and made her shiver. She pressed a soft kiss to the tip, Sal biting his lip and resisted throwing his head back when she took him into her mouth. 

She sucked him off for a while before pulling away, breath hot. She looked up at him again with a smirk that only made Sal’s cock harder. 

She pressed her hands to her boobs, arising to her knees until her chest was leveled with his erection. She bit her lip before positioning his dick to the space between her breasts. Sal moaned loudly when she pushed them together, his cock in the middle.

Shit—was this really happening? He couldn’t comprehend it as she began moving, looking straight up at him. He only groaned louder when she dipped her head down to kitten lick the his sensitive tip occasionally. 

His senses were so overwhelmed. She felt so soft around him, and every time she licked the head of his cock he neared his climax. Sal let her please him until he threw his head back, moaning loudly. He came all over the top of her breasts, (Name) pulling away from him as Sal panted breathily. 

She let him come down from his high before he pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, (Name) smiling against him in satisfaction. 

[johnnybby]

the gang on a cruise - hcs

requested by anon - these take place in a modern au!!

who comes up with this wild idea???? 

“so…….guys…. we got u all together here today because” (soda looks at two)

“how bout we go….”

“on A CRUISE”

two and soda said that and nearly everyone erupted in a collective “NOOOOOOOO”

steve and johnny were the only two to say “yEAH”

lil steve has never been more excited for anything in his damn LIFE 

“FUCK U DALLY ITS 4 VERSUS 3 GO GET UR FUCKN SWIMMING TRUNKS”

the curtis household is an actual MESS between booking it, packing and just the whole thing in general

there’s literally never a dull/quiet moment (as always) (but now it’s 10x worse)

they literally dont pack until last minute

like it’s 5 hours before they’re supposed to be leaving 

and nO ONE

NO ONE

EXCEPT DARRY & PONY 

HAS PACKED

bc we know darry probably drilled down on pony to make sure he was packed on time

darry is losing his fuckin mind when everyone is at the Curtis house asking for shit

they have to catch a flight to miami bc their cruise is to the bahamas

darry saw the groupon and he hasn’t looked back since

darry is def on the plane asking if someone has aspirin or excedrin

“sometHING I NEED SOMETHING” 

dar thought he was getting a vacation asap but this whole process of preparing and getting there has never made the times so stressful

steve keeps asking for food??

“DARRY IM HUNGRY”

yknow how they give out pretzels or peanuts?

HE HAD ONE OF EACH

HE EVEN ATE THE PAPER OF A NAPKIN BY ACCIDENT

johnny is softly sleepin

dally is kicking the chair of the lady in front of him

and two is snoring at mAX volume

before they board the ship

they have all their luggages and shit and their hair is all messy and fucked up w/out grease!! (but in a sloppy-cute way)

but darry turns around and he’s like

“when we’re here, i don’t know any of you. i don’t know your names, u don’t know mine. if you bother me or make trouble, i swear on our parents that i WILL RING YOUR DAMN NECKS”

steve ends up yelling

“AWWWW FUCK”

“WHAT STEVE WHAT HAPPENED”

“I FORGOT EXTRA UNDERWEAR”

“I LITERALLY ASKED YOU THAT BEFORE WE LEFT” (darry)

EVERYONE IS DUMBFOUNDED AT FIRST BY HOW BEAUTIFUL THE WATER IS

CAUSE EVEN DALLY’S NEVER SEEN CLEAR BLUE WATER BEFORE 

BUT THEN EVERYONE HAS THESE SECONDARY THOUGHTS THAT ARE HYSTERICAL

soda’s all

“can we drink it”

“it’s water isn’t it?” (steve)

“ITS BLUE WATER” (soda)

“I THINK ITS LIKE POOL WATER” (steve)

and then u can hear darry speedwalk w his squeaking flipflops 

“god, you guys r just embaras-”

*already drinking it*

“you guys it’s saLTWATer”

*already spitting it out*

dally’s reaction to the water is ike

guys it’s just water

it’s just saltwater

stevepop takes another swing at drinkin the water to see maybe if it tastes different a second time (spoiler alert….it doesn’t)

but pony and johnny r still so struck by it

“wow. it’s just so beautiful. you see how the sun glistens off the water johnny? it’s awfully gorgeous”

and johnny’s like

“i aint never seen somethin so big in my life. well, except for the sky of course. it just looks neverendin”

steve overhears and says passingly

“calm down u two, the water aint nothing special it just tastes like ass”

two foR once in his LIFE

isn’t putting his two-bit into somethin

he’s actually speechless about the water

on the cruise itself tho,

darry is deadass in the saunas

he’s gettin massages and facials and shit

steve and soda are chasing each other around one of the decks

pony is getting seasick as FUCK

johnny is eating icecream

dally is smoking his life away

and getting yelled at by staff for it

and then continuing to do so anyways

two is having margaritas and sangrias at 3 in the afternoon bc he promised not to drink heavy

even tho by like midnight

he drinks a six pack of beer and he’s havin a grand ol time

steve and soda are horseplaying

on the deck

in the saunas

in the pool

in the meditation room

all im picturing is that in each room darry is somewhere w a grump face

while steve and soda are messin around with the playfighting and chasing and backflips??

LMFaO just change the backdrop of the location and stevepop are still fuckin around while darry is just “omgfdsfkh”

im tellin u rn that the playfighting becomes real after some time

like someone’s startin a fight

steve gets his tooth knocked out again

“cmon soda really??? the doc just replaced it”

“don’t be stupid it’s the tooth doctor u fuckin airhead”

“it’s the deNTIST U DROPOUT”

dally & two are always checkin out girls w soda

but soda only comes along when steve sleeps in

bc he loves hangin w his bro :’))

SODA IS DEF THE TYPE TO SUNBATHE 

AND DARRY COMES OVER AND HE’S LIKE

“soda what are you doing”

“move, ya michelin man. ur blocking my sun”

“you’re sunbathing?”

“well darry whAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE”

“well u need sunscreen, that’s what it looks like”

“go and get a massage or somethin jeez”

pony is 1000% gonna yank johnny down where they can see the sky real well at 7:02pm exACTLY

in order to see the sunset and stargaze afterwards

johnny will probably appreciate it but knock the fuck out

dally is definitely burning holes in towels with his cigarettes on purpose after he gets yelled at for smoking

KAROKE NIGHT IS A MESS

they have to drag two away from the mic

buT before he leaves, he gives the microphone a drunk peck of a kiss??

(DONT ASK WHY - IT’S JUST AN IMAGE IN MY HEAD OKAY)

okay well johnny is just THE happiest lil boy

he’s just so happy to be there with everyone in a place so far away from home

he’s just chillin with that ice creams and makin sure pony isn’t dead

and fkjshfk he’s just a lil ball of sunshine on the cruise, this kid

[ideocosmonaut]

surveyzzz

When was the last time you went in the car past midnight? Gosh it had to have been sometime early this year driving home from an after party So, you have brown eyes? Nope What was the last thing you ate? Chocolate pretzels Can you say you’re happy? No but I manage

What’s bothering you right now? Mostly anxiety and loneliness

Who was the last person to text you? A friend What are you drinking right now? Nothing What all did you do today? I got groceries and went to a little thing called Weekend of the Witches. And I worked on some art. Why did you last laugh really hard? I dont remember How is your hair? Freshly cut Could things possibly get any better? I hope so How are you feeling at the moment? A bit tired Do you have feelings for someone? Yes What was for dinner tonight? Chips and onion dip lol Would you be able to name everyone you kissed? Yeah that’s easy Are you in a good mood? Im okay Where is the last person you kissed? Im not sure What color shirt are you wearing? N/a Do you think you could ever make it as a rap singer? Nope How important are looks to you? Important if I’m actively looking for someone. It’s what causes me to interact. But if I get to know someone first, say through work or friends, and then fall for them, then it doesnt matter what they look like. Did you have a fling this summer but it didn’t really go anywhere? Nope Do you get jealous? A bit Why did you kiss the last person you kissed? I kissed my mom on the forehead when she died, if that counts. What is something you currently want? Love and warmth. Security. Affection. What was the last thing you bought? Groceries What was the weather like today? Rainy Do you like sushi? Love it Is your hair longer than your shoulders? No Ever kissed anyone with a nipple piercing? No What about a lip piercing? No Nose piercing? No Do you like your hair? It’s alright Have you ever kissed someone who had a boyfriend/girlfriend? No Did you like kissing the last person you kissed or the one before that more? I dunno man Ever made out in a pool? No The shirt you’re wearing, does anyone else have it? N/a What was the last movie you watched? Scott Pilgrim vs The World

What do you usually get on a sub? Whatever comes on a cuban, I’m not sure. Some kind of meat, cheese, pickles, mayo and mustard.

Do your lips taste like anything right now? Maybe onions...

Are you an annoyed big sibling or annoying little sibling? (Or neither…) A distant big sibling

Do you have a pair of those ‘nerd’ glasses? Yes

Have you ever watched the Glee Project? No

When does school start for you? Never

Who is always there for you? My friends usually

What ticks you off? Bullying and blaming without evidence

Where is the last place you were other then where you are right now? A place called Southern Trash

Why do you act the way you do? Cuz they dont think it be like it is, but it do

How do you feel about the last person you kissed? Well I love my mom

When are you the happiest? While traveling and experiencing cities and countries for the first time

Who do you get along with the best? My friends

What color is your remote control for the main TV you watch? Black

Where is your heart currently at? My left side

Why do you usually laugh — something funny happened or someone got hurt? Something funny happened wtf

How are you feeling today? Meh

When is your birthday? Sept 17

What do you spend most of your money on: Food, clothes, etc. ? Aside from bills, food

Is there anything around your neck right now? Nope

Do you ever feel like you’re alone in this world? Kind of in a way

Don’t you just adore Simple Plan? No

Lol, Lawl, Rotfl, Lmao, or Lmfao? (Which you use most) Lol

Do you ever watch info-mercials for fun? Sometimes

Where do you usually shop at? Publix

When do/did you turn 21? 2006

Are friendship bracelets cool? (Even if they’re not for a friendship) Maybe. Nostalgia is big

Have you/Do you know anyone that grows weed? Yeah

Do you really care about namebrands? Unfortunately. I have to avoid a lot of big names in favor of other specific names because of my size

Describe your favorite pair of jeans to me please. Tapered

Do you think it means more if someone takes the time to type: I love you; rather then ILY? Sure

To wash in the shower, do you use a loofa? No

What brand is your shampoo? I forget. It’s some tea tree shit

Have you ever ridden on a horse? Yes

How many questions make a survey too long? Like 1000

Do you know what ‘savvy’ means? Kind of

Ever get a craving for a salad? I do. Sometimes

Who’s your favorite celebrity? Bill Murray probably

Which is better: Facebook, Twitter, tumblr, Myspace or Skype? They’re all terrible wastes of time imo. But I enjoy making my friends laugh with memes on FB

Does it bug you when people do things to try and bug you?

Yes

Do you like going to Borders?

What?

Is your local Borders shutting down? Mine is. Huh?

Little dogs: Cute or annoying? Depends

Is there a dream catcher in your room? No

Do storms scare or fascinate you? I like them

Are you polite? Usually, unless someone isnt

Ever been so tired a part of your body hurt? Yes

Did you ever pretend you were someone else as a favor for a friend? Not as a favor... Do you think men prefer curvy women or skinny women? I think they like a lot of different things Do you own a water gun? Somewhere What item most embarrasses you to purchase? Junk food

Do you know any actual dances or do you just move to the music? I just move baby

Do you eat pork and beans? I have What is the last thing you referred to as legit? Who knows Do you give cards to people for holidays or events? No I dont understand why thats a thing

Do you have anything hanging from the ceiling of your room? Nope Name the coolest thing about one of your grandparents. My dad’s dad lost a finger in the Navy. My mom’s dad was in Knights of Columbus and left me his sword. Which do you prefer, doctor or dentist? I’ve met nicer dentists, oddly Are any walls of your room blank? Yes What color are your favorite shoes? Black If someone was willing to tell the person you like that you liked them, would you let them? I already have Do you know the zodiac signs of your friends? Not since they added the new one Do you drink any hot beverages? What? Tea sometimes Name two things you put whipped cream on? Frappes and Strawberry shortcake Who is the last person who saw you with bare feet? My friends Do you ever eat peanut butter straight from the jar? If its mine Do you know how to ride a bike? Do you own one? Yes and no What was the last pill you took for? Pain Any friends you only know online? Kind of Do you ever talk to your next door neighbor? Nope

Did anything shock you today? Like all the shelves in Publix. Zapped me a bunch of times. Are you wearing a hoodie right now? No Do you prefer your clothes loose or close fitting? I like loose but it doesnt look good on me Are your favorite pants jeans? Pants are the devil Favorite thing you’ve ever painted? I dont really paint. Id like to Are there any songs that remind you of your mother? Yes If you had a sister, would you prefer her older or younger? Why? I do What is something you wanted to say today, but didn’t? Nothing I guess

What’s the last thing you panicked about?   Im not sure. I think nicotine used to raise my blood pressure sky high and cause me to have a panic attack so I had to quit smoking. What do you have planned out as a career?   Nothing. I only plan to die so far Are you planning any special outings with family or friends?   Kind of

Which word(s) do you generally use to describe someone attractive? (e.g. “fit”, “sexy” etc.)   Gorgeous

What was the last alcoholic drink you tried for the first time? Did you like it?   Sam Adams Oktoberfest. It’s alright Who is that last person who harassed and annoyed you? Some internet pleb Who is the last person who made you feel hurt? Some friends... What was the last thing you were worried about?   Dying alone probably. It’s always there What time of day feels the most magical to you?   3 am What is the last physical ailment you took medication for?   Headache Do you get motion sickness?   I used to Who is the cutest baby you know? Dante. RIP Have you ever thrown a rock at a window? Probably Has anyone ever thrown a rock at your window?   Maybe Does your hair react well to dye, or does it damage it?   I dunno What kind of pet do you wish you had?   A living plushie that doesnt need to eat or pee. And also doesnt feel the need to murder... When was the last time you had an argument with one of your parents? Years ago Do you still live at home or with a guardian of some sort? If so, when do you plan on moving out, if ever? If you have moved out, how did your relationship to your parents change after that?   No, I saw them a lot less but I still love them

When was the last time you were diagnosed with something? Are you concerned about anything regarding your physical or mental health at the moment?   Years ago. Yeah but I’m an idiot and a hypochondriac  What’s the longest you’ve gone without talking to other people? How did this affect you? Couple days. Happens sometimes on weekends What is one blanket judgment you tend to make about people (like, you judge all people who live at home, all people who drink, etc)? Does this judgment come from a particular personal experience?   I try not to judge anyone really. I do playfully but not realistically. Everyone has their reasons, whether they be right or wrong and usually people just judge them instead of trying to learn about why they are that way and maybe help them. Like prisoners. People are people. Most are misunderstood or ignorant. What is something seemingly small and inconsequential that will cause you to avoid a person?   If I do something to upset them

How do you react to other people yelling or slamming doors? Is this something you ever do too?   It happened a lot in my childhood. I’d rather just not get angry but it happens. One second of anger usually costs me a weeks worth of apologies. It’s a tad expensive. Who in your life do you get along with best? How about the least? How often do you have to interact with these people?   My best friend. My boss. Usually a lot Have you ever lost your cool at work or somewhere else important? What happened as a result? Yeah. Got reprimanded. Shock and awe. Was a long, long time ago.

When was the last time you did something you knew was wrong? What about the last time you did something right just because it was right? Morally? Or just like running a red light? I do little things all the time. I’m not perfect. Morally, umm hmm... I’m not sure. Probably not since I was a teenager. I hold doors for people all the time. I donate sometimes. I tend to stay in the middle mostly. Zen. Ying and yang.

When you do good things, do you do them because you want some sort of reward or recognition or do you do them just for the sake of being good? I just enjoy being nice. I do all the little things I can think of. When you fill out social media bios and such, how do you typically describe yourself? Is describing yourself something you have a difficult time doing?   Yeah actually. I usually just end up deflecting with dumb comedic phrases What is one unusual belief you have? Has anyone ever made fun of you for your beliefs?   I dont have any unusual beliefs. Ive always said I’d take up scientology for the perks though lol Have you taken anyone’s virginity?   No Who has the power to break you? Feels like everyone but I know its just me How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust? A few What’s one thing about you people wouldn’t expect?   Idk. I’m kind of a robosexual Have you ever been in therapy? Are you now? Do you think you always will be, or do you think there will come a time when you don’t need it anymore? No but I should be What is the most dangerous thing you do on a regular basis?   Probably eat junk food. I used to self-harm but it wasnt really dangerous. I suppose my thoughts can be considered dangerous then Have you ever been in a hospital and not felt safe?   No

Is anyone in your family blind?   No What’s your favorite gaming system?   PC

Is your more photogenic side your left or right?   Idk they’re both kinda fug Do you believe in evolution?   Yes What job do you think people should be paid the most for?   Any job that puts you directly into harms way, followed by jobs that involve removing people from harms way. Have you ever seen a tornado in real life? From a distance What was your favorite stuffed animal as a kid? What was it named? A T-Rex my dad got me from a business trip. He didnt have a name Were you ever held back a year in school? Did you ever skip a grade? Nope Have you ever been given a hickey? Have you given one? No Who was the last person to kiss your cheek?   My aunt I guess Where’s the farthest you’ve been from home?   Maine