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bluebeetle · 3 years ago

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Continued from this I just got tired of doing reblogs

And back to Detective Comics 526. 500th appearance of Batman! …in Detective Comics only, but hey. Any excuse to celebrate, right? That does mean I suspect there’ll be a lack of Jason yet again.

Is that Talia? She looks so good in pink

Love Riddler and Catman just chilling on the floor. Very “on a field trip waiting for the bus” vibes.

Awwww I like her crossbow. But yeah I love pre-morrison Talia.

Mails this panel to Morrison. Also this has become a Talia love post, no more Jason, sorry!

Practicing for when he adopts Jason and Dick I see….

So yeah, Joker calls all the villains together to stop Croc from killing the Batman (so they can do it), Talia and Catwoman go against it because the Joker still invited them, because he doesn’t get any Bitches and assumes that Batman is the same way. I am still wondering why there’s so little Jason in this but for now I am quenched by seeing Talia.

Babs and Dick meet up to talk, Babs reveals she knows their identities, and Bruce and his girls go to find the villains hideout; There’s some nice moments of everyone squabbling, it’s also fun to see villains fight with each other in my opinion, especially over stupid shit.

After a short fight, we cut back to Jason, who FINALLY gets a scene where he actually does something.

That something is find the batcave.

Seriously, guys. Locks? Have you heard of them? At least Jason being nosy is pretty consistent.

Bruce keeping his costumes on a normal hanger instead of those fancy cases is EXTREMELY funny to me. I know times change but it's just. On there like a normal sweater.

If you don’t want her then move outta the way, batboy, cuz Im gonna get me some batpussy--

And then years later, Damian would behead this poor guy…..

We make fun of condiment man, kite man, calendar man… but what about signalman?????

Gordons being pretty harsh but… he is kinda right. Also, I’ve seen what a croc can do to a person, those bones should be picked clean and scattered because of how they eat.

(...I studied death and decomp in University)

That is not how you use a gun, Dick! But yeah he’s pretty torn up over their death.

Jason continues to be nosy and finds some of Dick’s old costumes; I do wonder if they were going to go with this design and people didn’t like it, or if he was always supposed to receive the classic one later.

Jason reverse kidnaps himself, while Bruce does something to figure out a map they were given without street names, a problem you definitely would not need to go all the way home for nowadays.

This guy is cool, they should use him more. Gentleman Ghost is a great name. Anyways, Talia, Selina, and Bruce get captured, so it’s up to Jason as Robin to save them! Pretty standard fare, and more in-fighting from the villains, with the Joker playing both sides as he often does.

Yeah, get it right Croc! That’s Ducard and his daughter’s name!!

They sure call the joker harlequin a lot; obvs never do nowadays because of Harley. Interesting.

Poor Jay ):

*is hold*

Also they started giving Jason his lil curly bangs. No more bowl cut for him, he’s a real teenager now! Also either Jason is a really tall 12 year old, or Dick is short as hell.

Again, Talia looks so good in pink. Also she has an actual different skin tone from Selina and Bruce, something they struggle with these days.

It;s very unlikely they woulda let Dick adopt Jason, but I do sometimes wonder what things woulda been like had they…

Huh, so Jason did (potentially, he could be joking) take Dick’s old room, like in RHATO… which is silly, because it’s a mansion, he can have a different room.

And that’s it! For an opening arc about Jason becoming Robin… well, it’s really only half that; there’s a bigger focus on Croc, honestly, and Jason’s parents than Jason himself, so we end up not learning much about him. I definitely think Tim’s intro and first outing as Robin is much stronger, or even Jason’s later intro. But overall it wasn’t a bad read, just a little unfocused at times.

SO, A small collection of facts from this arc and two other issues:

Batman 357

-Waldo the clown - knows Dick from Haley’s circus, good with kids.

-Dick makes mention of Cleveland Brand, twin brother of Deadman Boston Brand

-before meeting Jason, bruce took down a spy ring run by ‘The Squid’ and a drug ring run by mobster Tony Falco

Detective Comics 524

-Trina and Joseph are the original names of Catherine and Willis, Jason’s parents. Could reuse for grandparent names or middle names.

-Leslie Thompson didn’t exist yet, so they mention Doctor Dundee, an old friend of Thomas Wayne, who helps with Bruce’s injuries

-Bruce was seeing Vicki Vale at the time

-The Gotham River Aquarium is established--it was built in the 1930s and used to be rather popular, but these days is used more for gimmicky villains to hide out in.

-Killer Croc is much more intelligent than he’s usually portrayed, being much less monstrous and even shown using a sniper rifle and using it well. He also looks like Mr. X from the Resident Evil 2 remake.

Batman 358

-Trina calls Bruce ‘dick’s friend’ and dick says she reminds him of his mom

-Trina said she looked up to Dick’s parents ‘as a girl’ and how their deaths affected her, establishing it's definitely been a few years since they died (though likely they died when she was an adult)

-Dick and Bruce are beginning to drift apart, according to dick; Dick is resentful that Bruce has trust issues from Selina and Vicki betraying him, while Bruce struggles to understand why Dick allows himself to get close to people.

-An area of Gotham known as “The Point” is said to be their version of the South Bronx (in the 80s anyways)--troubled and poor.

-Hell’s Point is a location in Gotham, in the far north by “the point”. It gets its name from the currents created by two rivers that converge into the sea to the south. At the time, no one lived there but Croc

Detective Comics 525

-bruce is struggling with his feelings over selina, and vicki at this time

-Jason is originally 12 when he becomes robin

-the sloan circus is said to be set up on the palisade cliffs by the hudson river, putting gotham likely in New Jersey (though NY has some of the cliffs too)

-Upon meeting Robin, Jason asks what wonder girl is like and Dick says Jason has ‘good taste’ LMAO

Batman 359

-Gotham city zoo exists and also is a great place for u and your mob pals to hang out! Is there no security in gotham?

-dick says “lately he’s been like a stranger” when bruce takes his anger out on dick, something bruce regrets; bruce also expresses frustration that normal citizens seem to expect them to deal with everything and wishes more would stand up to villains

-mayor is mayor hill at the time

-Dick calls Jason ‘jase’

Detective comics 526:

-talia says bruce is the one man she won’t go against

-Babs knows who Batman and Robin are by this point--she just didnt let them know she knew

-jason finds the batcave because he’s nosy

-jason describes himself as a ‘nervy kid, but not stupid’

-more gotham lore: they used to have 7 breweries with their own local brands, but most went out of business by the 80s

-addams brewery mentioned, est 1892

-before harley, people called the joker ‘harlequin’ often

-initially, Dick wants to adopt Jason, as he’s about 18 and feels he owes it to the kid

Young justice 44

-jason is 18 in this

-jason dates anita fite

-jason wears a cross that he made himself, and made one for anita

Detective Comics 790

-jason turns 18 after cassandra turns 18, in 2004 (when published)

#comic liveblog #dc #jason todd #talia al ghul #bruce wayne #batman #detective comics #dc comics

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kathillards · 6 years ago

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rangerstop day two

HOLY FUCKING SHIT THE MEGAFORCE RANGERS SHOUTED US OUT AT THEIR PANEL AZIM TOLD EVERYONE ABOUT A GROUP OF FRIENDS FROM ALL OVER THE COUNTRY WHO MET BECAUSE OF POWER RANGERS AND POINTED AT US AND THE MEGAFORCE RANGERS ALL CHEERED AND TOLD US TO STAND UP OH MY GOD

uhhh sorry how do i move on from that how do i even think about anything else. the panel room was CROWDED people were FILMING kat and tabby had gone up to ask questions (which were HUGE hits) and come back and sat down AND THEN AZIM SAID THAT in the middle of a question about. i dont even fucking remember. something about what great community values power rangers has or something? and i guess we were related to power rangers being a community or whatever but bitch. BITCH. he said it and like pointed at us and they all started clapping (this sounds fake as hell i know BUT THERES VIDEO PROOF SOMEWHERE???) and everyone turned to look at us and we were like hi and then like two minutes later azim went “oh wait i have to make a correction, its not a group of girls its three girls and one guy because i think abigail isnt here? right?” and we were like ya so uh moral of the story... azim rizk i would murder ten hundred men for you

ok other things happened too, this will probably not be in chronological order bc i cant think right now

- mike ginn stopped when he saw me and looked for tabby who was hiding behind me when she saw him and he looked around for tabby and did his pointing thing again and it was so cuuute

- kat was talking to christina about how we avoided the cast all day yesterday and she was like “yes but i saw you anyway ;) and i was wondering when you’d come over to say hi!” shes so CUTE and then they talked about her rescue puppy and she was so happy to talk about her puppy

- ciara and christina made ben sign the art presents he gave them, ciara did it first and christina was like OMG WHY DIDNT YOU AUTOGRAPH MINE and made him sign hers too

- christina and i did a WHOLE photoshoot we did a normal pic then a silly pic but then she didnt like so we did a kissy face pic and she was like “oh i think i did a duck face” and im like thats ok so did i AND OUR PICS ARE SO CUTE AND SHE HUGGED ME SO TIGHT I. WOULD. DIE. FOR. YOU. CHRISTINA. MASTERSON.

- selwyn called tabby his girlfriend when i showed up without her he was like “wheres my girlfriend” bc he remembered us from last night and then she came over and he was like THERE YOU ARE and gave her a free selfie (and signed her space dvd with “tj is the real leader of in space” but refused to X out andros’ face bc that was mean) and he covered up najee’s face on her kevin t-shirt and then was upset bc it looked like he was touching her chest and tracy lynn laughed at him over it AND THEN HE TOLD US TO COME TO THE TGIF IN THE HOTEL AFTERWARDS BC THE RANGERS WERE GONNA GO THERE AND GET DRUNK AND HE INVITED US TO HAVE DRINKS W/ HIM but we stood him up because... we are tired... he was like “yeah we have this stupid vip dinner but like we’re gonna try to leave early and just go get fucking smashed” and we were like ur so valid selwyn. i love you.

- kat showed azim my tweets defending megaforce and he had to put the phone down to run his hands through his hair and be like “wow that was such a specific takedown” and kat was like “yeah she just says this shit all the time bc shes seen megaforce five hundred times” and he was like “she was so detailed though she didnt just say ‘you suck’ she put THOUGHT into her takedowns”

- (later when he signed my super megaforce green print he called me “my sista in social media smackdown!!!” complete with that many exclamation points)

- brennan said “i like your hat” to ben five times and he also signed tabby’s as well with his three catchphrases (she asked for him to write “awesome!” and he was like “i had more lines than that....”) he also told us he and the dino charge team were invited back for a dc/nsteel teamup but they kept cancelling them bc of budget reasons till it was just him and yoshi and he was finally like “i told them to just bring yoshi back because like thats his brother” and i was like “but then they didnt even INTERACT” and he was like “i KNOW”

- tabby’s tracy story: she asked tracy if it was uncomfortable fighting in crop tops and short skirts and tracy said “it wasnt uncomfortable but it was hard to not show everything” and she was like “idk why a power ranger would dress like that” and tabby told her ashley should have her own fashion line of athletic wear for fighter girls and tracy was like YES and tabby said she should have been leader of turbo bc she was into cars and tracy said that when they told her that ashley was gonna have a car plot she was like “ew no i dont want to touch greasy car oils” but that she was happy that ashley got to challenge herself

- kat was standing around azim the entire morning and he was introducing her to everyone who came up to him like she was his handler and at one point accidentally implied that she was his girlfriend and kat was like no im not and he was like “oh whoops it did kinda sound like that...” and his actual handler was like “why did u correct him” and kat was like “NO I LOVE HIS GIRLFRIEND”

- when i was taking my pics w/ the megaforce cast and andrew was the sweetest angel and he kept making poses over my shoulder while i giggled and then he asked me for a hug and KISSED MY CHEEK and hugged me so tight and was like “love you guys” I WOULD DIE FOR YOU ANDREW GRAY

- john mark is literally the funniest person alive and he was constantly going around the megaforce booth when we were there like (to ben when he was giving art to ciara and christina) “WHERES MINE” and to me when i was having them sign my megaforce prints “WHERES MINE” hes so funny and i love himmm

- ciara was signing my prints but she got distracted when we asked about her dogs and she stopped and opened her phone and started showing us pics and videos and she was soo happy to talk about her dogs too and then we took our pic and checked it to make sure it looked good and tabby was like “you look gorgeous” and she was like “we BOTH look gorgeous” i cannot believe. AND THEN she threw in a group photo for FREE and we all got in there

- kat was telling us and azim about some douchebag vendor who was like hitting on her and inviting her to an afterparty and was like “are you over 21″ when she was just trying to look at his spd toys and azim was literally “which guy. where. where is he.” HE WAS GONNA KILL THAT GUY FOR KAT HE LOVES HER

- we somehow got on the subject of azim SHAVING HIS BEAUTIFUL BEARD and he was like “oh well we went to the make a wish foundation to meet kids and the beard scares them so i had to shave” and i was like “thats racist” and he was like nooo but u could tell his mind was blown and i was like “cameron didnt shave” and he was like “well cameron is white” and i was like SO YOU ADMIT ITS RACIST and he laughed also im correct

- related but michael copon came over to jessica rey’s table while we were there and she was like “hi michael these are my FRIENDS” and they were talking about how they’re cousins and they’re both half filipino and tabby was like “why didnt they give you any scenes together in the teamup!” and jessica was like “because i was with erin!” and michael was like “because they couldnt have two filipinos together in one scene” power rangers got WOKE man

- kat to andrew: i have a huge troy plushie!

andrew: oh my dogs would rip that up immediately

kat:

andrew: do your dogs not rip things up

kat: i dont... i wouldnt let them...touch my troy plushies...

(we love you andrew. he doesnt even know hes at a con. hes just here to chill.)

- someone at the panel asked a stupid question about “if you could cameo in any other season which season would you pick” like they dont get asked this all the fucking time and the rangers were like hmm like beast morphers or dino charge and then andrew, my husband my light my life, was like “fuck power rangers, i wanna go to the dc universe” (he didnt cuss obviously) but like... king. legend supporting legends. AND THEN CHRISTINA WAS LIKE “oh mood i wanna be in the pokemon universe” and john mark was like “as what” and she was like “i dont know i didnt watch it” QUEEN OF POKEMON she kins jigglypuff

- tabby was at ann marie crouch’s booth and telling her how she loved that princess shayla was the wild force team’s mom and she was like aww yeah i felt such a maternal instinct even though that was before i had my actual child!! shes so cute!! shes so pretty!!

- jessica rey is literally SO WONDERFUL AND FUN TO TALK TO we went to hang out bc tabby wanted her wild force dvd signed and she was just telling us her stories of hanging out w/ the other boys and how she went to drink w/ azim just to keep him company (bc peter and yoshi were there and they were like “we dont drink” nerds) so cuuute and then she had that pic of her and peter and yoshi and they’re making stupid faces and she’s smiling like an angel and she’s like THEY DIDNT TELL ME IT WASNT A SERIOUS PHOTO and i asked her jokingly how much for it and she was like take it its $30 and i was like pls charge me more have my money take my soul

- tabby and kat were at the megaforce booths and jessica rey came over and was like “excuse me what are you guys doing with MY GIRLS” and john mark was like “uh they’re OUR GIRLS” and then cameron pulled jessica over and was like “actually this is MY babe” and then she tried to leave bc she was in the way of ppl in line and azim stopped her and was like “no no stay you’re part of our FAMILY”and uh basically the power rangers family is the cutest family in the whole world thank you good night

- taylor swift wrote gorgeous about andrew gray

#i also talked to peter about the ninja steel finale HES FRIENDS W/ THE CUTE GIRL WHO PLAYED EMMA #he said he told the girl who played emma that there was another ranger she could totally be and i was like IS SHE NINJA STEEL GREEN #because SHE SHOULD BE and he was like no i wouldve told you if there was a ninja steel green lol #hes a liar tho he would not have #and he was playing pokemon go the whole damn time #earth's defenders never shut up #hell clique takes rangerstop #im so tired i love powered rangers

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gxtsmxt-blog · 8 years ago

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the nudist and the prudist [jk pov]

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

COUNT → 6.875

GENRE → angst

PAIRING → jungkook | reader

WARNINGS → mentions of sex | explicit language | alcoholism

LINKS → TNATP 1

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

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

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

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

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

But something had changed recently.

That change was you.

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

You would be walking by in about five minutes.

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

And he still was.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That, however, did not end up happening.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Talk to me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Definitely not now.

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

Why?

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

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

With your consent, of course.

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

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

He hadn't talked to Jihyo since that night.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How did he know you exactly?

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

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

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

It was you.

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, Jesus..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why the hell had you done this to yourself?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That stung a little bit, he had to admit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you sure you're—"

"I said I'm fine."

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

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

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

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

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

"I do lik—!"

"I am talking right now, Jungkook."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was.

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

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

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

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

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

"No one is good enough for you."

But maybe I can try to be, went unsaid.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He had to see you again.

Once again, his body moved without thinking.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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