hands are disgusting

Dear People Who Smoke

I don’t know if you have considered this but stop smoking in areas where people are forced to wait at. Don’t smoke at crosswalks. Don’t smoke outside doorways. Don’t smoke at bus stops. People with asthma or other breathing conditions or people that idk DON’T WANT TO BREATHE IN YOUR CIGARETTE SMOKE are trying to get to places and need to be able to breathe. Stop smoking in crowded areas. stop smoking in crowded areas. STOP FORCING NONSMOKERS TO SECOND HAND SMOKE. 

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Jane Eyre ;  Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! - I have as much soul as you, - and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you!

List of LGBT Fantasy and Scifi Books without Rape or Dubious Consent

So, I finally made the goodreads list I’ve been talking about for months

When looking for similar lists a few months ago, there were a few books that were pretty high on those lists. I didn’t look at any spoilers beforehand, just ordered them and settled in for a few hours of reading. I was disgusted. Those pretty high rated books contained heavy amounts of rape, dubious consent situations (slavery) and general sexual violence. And still they were so high up on those lists.

I figured it was a one off, wrote the series off and got another book. That one was also pretty gross, featuring not only rape but also heavy amounts of homophobia.

So after this I decided to create this list. I’m reading a lot of genre fiction with lgbt protagonists at the moment so I can expand this list, but if you have read books that fit the criteria please feel free to add them.

Also I would really appreciate signal boost reblogs

Butches and "Fragile masculinity"

As a butch woman I am uncomfortable when people suggest that I should wear characteristically feminine clothes or should have proper feminine interests. I recoil from that shit. I have been uncomfortable with femininity since childhood, and I have been told that I am doing womanhood “wrong” since childhood. Seems like most people nowadays would be quick to attribute my discomfort with femininity to my so-called “fragile masculinity”. I promise you that gnc and butch women aren’t uncomfortable because we have the “fragile” masculinity that men do–we are uncomfortable because being socialized as a woman is inherently traumatizing and compulsory femininity is a huge part of that. This is obviously not every woman’s experience but patriarchy’s violence manifests in different ways for different women and that’s not all that difficult to understand.

So stop insinuating that the experience of a gender non-conforming woman is anything like that of a man! Men have “fragile masculinity” i.e. disgust when femininity is applied to them because they are socialized to fucking hate women. The worst thing a man can be is like a woman because women are dirt to him. On the other hand, I have discomfort and disgust with femininity because girls are forced to be feminine and I’ll never get over the amount of pressure put on me to be feminine and take up less space and just to shut up in my short lifetime. Its awful and its dehumanizing. There is a HUGE difference here. Compulsory femininity is traumatizing, butches aren’t fucking “fragile” like men and when you say this you sound like an idiot or like you’ve never actually interacted with a butch.

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theo raeken in every episode.

5x04. Condition Terminal. “And if you want to cause Stilinski that devastating, soul-crushing emotional pain… You don’t go after him. You go after someone he loves.

thoughts the signs have

aries: these flowers,,, are so pretty,,, i wonder,,, what would happen,,, if i,,, crushed them

taurus: this person seems nice maybe i should ignore them for a good two days before talking again

gemini: mm cats, im cold, what if im dying omg, mm cats

cancer: i cant believe they ate my fruit snacks without asking, they’re dead to me

leo: why arent people looking at me, maybe i should talk louder, maybe its my clothes no theyre cute hmm

virgo: theres so much dust everywhere omg ew did he just sneeze in his hand this is disgusting i wanna go home

libra: do i want tea or lemonade hmm no maybe i want chocolate milk instead

scorpio: i know they’re lying to me i just gotta catch them in the act while pretending i have no idea

sagittarius: this button says i probably shouldn’t touch it….. i’ll touch it anyway

capricorn: i really wish people liked me more… nvm thats gay

aquarius: if water is wet then what is air

pisces: aw puppies, i hope they have a good home and that their cute faces eat so many good treats

little tattoos part iii

hello!

this is part three of my reddie soulmate fic

read part one here and two here

thank you guys so much for all the love on this fic. Please read my notes on the bottom as they are important! ty!

summary: a soulmate au where everyone has a tattoo exactly like their soulmate

pairing: eddie and richie

words:  2233



Eddie woke up even more exhausted than he was when he fell asleep. He let a breath out of his mouth and took in a long one through his nose. He kept his eyes shut. He wasn’t ready to face the world yet.

Everything he loved was gone, he suddenly realized. This thought jolted him awake, causing him to sit straight up in a panic. It hadn’t occurred to him that he lost everything yesterday. All of his friends were bound to know. They all hung out together. They were the Loser’s Club and Eddie had ruined that. They could never all hang out anymore as Eddie couldn’t bear to be in the same room as Richie, let alone even think about him. He started to really panic, then.

His breathing was rapid and shallow and his hands were shaking violently. Eddie got up, stumbling, trying to find his damned inhaler. It wasn’t in his pocket, nor his backpack, or on his desk. He couldn’t breathe. At this point, he didn’t know if it was even an asthma attack anymore, or if it was one in the first place. It was so much worse. His head was spinning and he couldn’t see anymore. It was in his jacket, he remembered suddenly.

Eddie collapsed on the ground, catching himself with his hands as he tried to steady his breathing, but nothing was working. His heart was racing and he couldn’t stop shaking. Eddie was sobbing uncontrollably, his vision blurred from the tears. He didn’t know what was happening. His lungs felt constricted and he couldn’t get any air in. He was hyperventilating, trying to breathe but couldn’t. He tried to move towards his jacket that was hanging on the back of his chair. He was shaking so badly that he could barely move. His hand grasped the chair, pulling it and knocking it over. The light blue inhaler fell out of the pocket of his coat, landing a couple inches away from him. He grabbed it, instantly feeling as if he could breathe again when he took his first two puffs of medicine.

An hour passed before Eddie could stand again. HIs legs were shaky but he managed to get to his bathroom. He found it odd that his mother hadn’t come to get him yet until he realized that it was four in the morning. Eddie knew he couldn’t go to school, but he couldn’t stay home ‘sick’ as his mother would take him to the hospital. He washed his face with some water and laid back down and attempted to fall asleep.

His mother woke him up at 7 am and tried to get him to take his pills as she did every morning. He walked out of the house and rode his bike to park. Eddie read there all day. He needed to take a breather and reading was his escape. The cool breeze against his skin calmed him even more as he closed his eyes and rested his head against the tree he was sitting up against. It was odd to feel so peaceful. At three o'clock, he headed home as if he had gone to school.

“Eddie bear, how was school?” She asked from her chair in the living room.

“Fine.” He responded quietly, heading upstairs and into his room.

Eddie felt bad about lying, not going to school, but he knew he couldn’t face Richie, Bill, or anyone for that matter. He checked his cut from the previous day, and it was still healing properly. That was one less thing for him to worry about. Eddie laid back on his bed, sighing. Could his life get any worse?


“W-W-What did you d-do?” Bill demanded, slamming his Chemistry book down on the loser’s lunch table. He was beyond pissed.

   Richie looked up at Bill through his coke bottle lenses. Stan was pissed too, standing behind him with crossed arms and narrowed eyes. “I didn’t do anything!” He defended, pushing his glasses further up on his nose. “I-”

   “Where is Eddie?” Stan interjected, sliding into the seat across from Richie. “He isn’t here today and he was supposed to tell you how he felt yesterday. What the hell did you do to him, Richie?”

   Richie scoffed. “So that’s why he was avoiding me.”

   Bill looked at him confused. “W-What do you mean av-av-avoiding you?”

   Richie rolled his eyes. “You know when someone doesn’t talk to you and walks different routes in the hallways so they don’t see you. Gee, Bill, I thought you were smart.” He replied sarcastically, sticking his plastic fork into eerily yellow mashed potatoes.

   Stan leaned forward on his elbows. “So, if he avoided you, why isn’t he here?”

   Richie let out an exasperated sigh, leaning backward in his chair. “He told me in the gym locker room, alright?”

   Bill sat down next to Stan, looking at Richie to egg him on.

   Richie sighed again. “And I was too shocked to do anything and he ran out crying.”

   “Richie!”

   “Hey! I tried to go to his house and apologize and he slammed the window shut. He wouldn’t listen to me.” Richie grumbled. “I really tried! But I have a plan.”

   Stan and Bill exchanged glances. Bill nodded a little and Stan sighed. “What’s your plan?”

   Richie sat up straight. “You two need to convince him to come over. Say it’s everyone but me.”

   Bill frowned. “H-He’s not gonna b-b-believe us, Rich.”

   “Make him believe you! I need to talk to him. I need to explain.” Richie protested, running a hand through his hair.

   Bill nodded. “I’ll t-try.”

   Richie looked at Stan, who was staring down at the table. “Stan?”

   “I’m not gonna help you if all you’re gonna do is break his heart. He doesn’t deserve that, Richie.” He deadpanned.

   Richie was offended and a look of hurt flashed across his face before he composed himself. “I am not going to hurt Eddie!”

   “Sure, telling him you only wanna be his friend isn’t gonna hurt him.”

   “This is the one time I’m not being a sarcastic dipshit, Stanley! Are you listening? I said I’m not going to hurt him. I would never hurt him. I love him!” Richie slammed his fist on the table, causing a few kids to look over at them. “Did you hear that?”

   Stan nodded.

   “At least they didn’t cut off your ears like they cut off your dick.” Richie spat, getting up and walking away. The bell rang moments later. Bill grabbed his bookbag and stood up, gently nudging Stan to do the same. Richie was standing near his locker, attempting to open it but getting the combination wrong.

   “Richie-”

   “What, Stanley? What the hell do you want?” Richie practically growled, turning and glaring at Stan. If looks could kill, he would be dead ten times over.

   “I’ll help.”

   Richie’s hard stare softened a little. “Thanks. I’m sorry I got mad but you gotta admit that line was good.” A small smile crept onto his face, and even Stan chuckled a bit.

   Bill was assigned the job to get Eddie over, and Stan was to get everyone else in on the plan. He walked up to Eddie’s door and knocked. There was shuffling and a shout of “I got it” from Eddie. He opened the door and saw Bill, his face paled a little.

   “H-Hi,” Bill said quietly. “C-Could we talk?”

   Eddie glanced behind him for a moment to see if his mom had fallen back asleep or not before nodding and stepping outside, shutting the door behind him. “What do you wanna talk about because I’m not gonna talk about him.” He put emphasis on the word him. He sounded angry, disgusted, even. He laced his fingers together, still a bit shaky from his panic attack this morning.

   “N-No. The group w-wants you to come over. Minus R-R-Richie.”

   “Oh, no. I am not falling for that. He’s gonna be there when I get there and I don’t want to talk to him.”

   Bill shook his head. “Please? I-I-It’s movie night. You can p-pick.”

   Eddie glared at the ground, trying to work the request over in his head. He finally let out a long sigh and nodded. “Fine.”

   They rode their bikes to Bill’s house in silence, neither of them knowing what to say, so they said nothing. Eddie set his bike up against the house as he always did, following Bill inside. Georgie greeted the both of them with a hello and a smile.

   “H-Head to the living room, I-I-I’ll get the snacks,” Bill said, heading to the kitchen. Eddie nodded, walking towards the living room. He walked in, glancing around the room at the various decorations on the wall. Paintings and pictures of their family were scattered around the room. It felt homey.

   Eddie was jolted out of his thoughts when he heard the door shut. He turned his head to look, only to find Richie standing there. His breath hitched in his throat and he knew he had paled. It wasn’t even five seconds before he started to get angry. He knew this was a set-up.

   “I fucking knew it,” Eddie grumbled.

   “Eddie-” Richie started, but Eddie had had enough.

   “No, Richie. I don’t want to hear it. I’m really not in the mood to listen to you tell me you don’t feel the same way and that you hope we can be friends. Because we can’t be friends, Richie! I don’t want to be your friend. I can’t be your damn friend.

   Richie Tozier was silenced by Eddie for the second time that week. It was a new record. He composed himself before stepping forward. “If you let me show you something, I promise I will leave you alone.”

   Eddie was shocked that Richie was being serious. He was never serious in all the time he’s known the guy. He was always cracking inappropriate jokes at the wrong time. Despite all of his instinct to say no, Eddie nodded.

   Richie let out a sigh of relief before spitting onto his hand.

   “That is disgusting! What the hell are you-” Eddie cut himself off as he watched Richie take his spit and use it to smudge his soulmate tattoo off his skin. It wasn’t real. This whole time, Eddie thought that Richie had a soulmate. It was fake.

   Richie watched Eddie for a moment before deciding to explain himself. “My mom used to tell me I would be made fun of for not having a soulmate. That I wouldn’t fit in. So, one night I decided to draw one on every morning so I would fit in. It sounds shitty and kind of is but- Eds are you listening?”

   Eddie walked forward and grabbed Richie’s hand. He was holding back the urge to cringe, as Richie’s saliva was now on his hand. Richie didn’t understand what Eddie was doing. He let him move his finger until it was placed right next to the corresponding one on Eddie’s hand. Under Richie’s tattoo that he drew on, was a small, circular and blotchy birthmark. It was identical to Eddie’s.

   “What the fuck,” Eddie announced. A smile spread across Richie’s face while Eddie started to ramble. “What does this mean? Are these soulmate tattoos? They look like birthmarks! Why the hell would this be a soul-”

   Richie grabbed his face in his hands, leaning in and pressing his chapped lips onto Eddie’s soft ones. Eddie was stiff for a moment before he melted into the kiss and started to do the same that Richie was. Eddie was unsure where to put his hands or what to even do. Before he could react, Richie pulled away, slowly opening his eyes to find Eddie completely red.

   “I love you too, Eds.”

   Eddie had a content smile on his face. “Don’t call me that, Trashmouth.”

   “Ah, Trashmouth, what a nickname. You really know how to charm the boys.” Richie sassed, throwing his arm over Eddie’s shoulder. “Shall we tell the rest of the losers that Bill and Stan have competition?”

   Eddie and Richie showed the rest of the group their tattoos. Stan had this smug look of “I told you so” written across his face and so did Bill. They ended up watching a rom-com, much to Eddie’s dismay. Richie kept his arm around the smaller boy the whole night, pressing chaste kisses to his forehead every once and awhile.

   Richie and Eddie rode back to their houses together that night. They arrived at Eddie’s house first, both of them silent.

   “Gee, you could cut this sexual tension with a knife.” Richie joked, leaning forward on the handlebars of his bike.

   Eddie rolled his eyes, using his kickstand to stand his bike up next to his porch as he always did. Richie hopped off his bike, letting it lay on the ground. He walked up to Eddie, pinching his cheek. “So, Eddie Spaghetti, where do you wanna go on our first date of being fuckbuddies?”

   “You ruined it.” Eddie sighed, slapping his hand away.

   “I didn’t ruin anything!” Richie retorted, smiling. “I made it better.”

   “Okay, Tozier,” Eddie said, leaning forward and kissing Richie briefly.

   Richie had a smile plastered on his face. “Goodnight, Eds.”

   “Goodnight, Trashmouth,” Eddie said before he shut the door. He quietly snuck up the stairs. His mom was still asleep in her chair. He fell back on his bed, a content smile on his face.

   Eddie Kaspbrak was happy.


SO HELLO HERE ARE A FEW NOTES PLS READ TYSM

this ending is ending a. i wrote two endings because i couldnt decide which i liked better

so ending b will be posted after part four as a bonus lil chapter thingy

you can decide whichever you prefer to be canon as i love them both

also im really self concious about this part so please give me your honest feedback ilysm

let me know if you want an epilouge! i would be down to write it

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Uptown Girl

Summary: Y/N comes from one of the richest families in New York. Peter crushes hard on her but knows they could never happen.

AN: hi i’ve come back from the dead lol (this is also gonna be in peter’s POV)

Peter Parker x Reader 

// Masterlist //


Originally posted by spiderholland

“Are you coming over tonight?” My friend, Ned Leeds, said.

“I can’t. I have the Stark internship.” I opened my locker to avoid looking at him. He would see right through my lies.

“Again? Didn’t you go there yesterday too?” Ned leaned against the locker beside me.

“Well, Mr. Stark expects me to work hard. I don’t wanna let him down.”

“Don’t you think you’re working a little too hard?” Ned crossed his arms.

“No! I just want to-”

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‘‘I want this to stop, I don’t want to accept this anymore.’’

David Lee Childress was 14 years old when he and his neighbour, 13-year old Jimmy Hartmangruber, killed David’s mother. David had been sexually abused by his mother since he was very young, but when he got older and refused to perform sexual acts on her, the abuse turned physical. His father mentally and physically abused him by repeatedly telling him how stupid he was, throwing chairs at him and hitting him.

When Jimmy was hanging out at David’s house on the 22nd of September 2004, David’s mother stormed into the room and started yelling at David and hitting him. When she left, Jimmy looked at David and said: ‘‘She does that a lot… You should do something about it.’’ David asked what he could do and Jimmy answered: ‘‘You could kill her, that would put a stop to it forever.’’ and so they came up with a plan.

‘‘I picked up a pipe from the alleyway next to the apartment and I thought it would be quick, relatively painless and easy to just ‘bam’, that’s it. She was sleeping when I came into the room and when I was about to do it, I was trying to build up the rage. But all the thoughts of what was going on stopped my hands and that’s when the disgust of myself and what I was going to do took over. I said to myself 'I can’t do it.’ That’s when Jimmy said: 'You’re a pussy, stop being a pussy. Get in there and do it.’ just like my father always told me. So subconsciously that might have spurred me. I went in there and she jumped out of her bed and she said: 'Where is the phone?! I’m calling the police and your father!’ so I tripped her and I started hitting her with my fists and for the first time in my life she told me: 'I love you, why are you doing this? Stop doing this.’ and I told her she was lying to try and save herself. That’s when I hit her a few more times and I was kinda queezy at the prospect of scattering brain matter. So I kind of didn’t put too much power into it. I hit her and she went unconscious, she was still breathing, though. But I was tired, so I put my belt around her neck and I said: 'Okay Jimmy, I can’t do this anymore.’ So I walked out of the room and when I came back about 5 minutes later, he had choked her to death.’’

David Lee Childress was sentenced to 40 years in prison.

It’s A Boy Girl Thing | 01

Jung Hoseok | Comedy | Smut | Slight Angst | IABGT!au 

You’d always wondered what it would have been like if you and Hoseok had grown up liking each other, if you had had a childhood friend for a neighbor instead of a sworn enemy. While you would literally rather gauge your eyes out with a spoon than be forced to have a conversation with your shit for brains neighbor, a class trip to the museum and one wonky statue places the two of you under a body swap curse with no set way to reverse it.

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Request: Penny being creepy af but he just wanna cuddle

Words: Combination of headcanons/imagine (1K +)

Warning: None


  1. Pennywise stands closer to you when he wants to cuddle and you’re busy
  2. He buries his face in your neck and stands there without any context
  3. He won’t for the life of him actually tell her he wants to cuddle
  4. He’s like a fucking cat, just getting annoying until you give in
  5. He starts drooling even more and you start to get freaked out that he’s hungry
  6. He sniffs you, breathing heavily and loudly
  7. Wrapping his arms around you and holding you close, he sometimes will pull you to the floor and drag you to where the two of you rest until he just hoists you on top of him (he loves it when you lay on him)
  8. Pennywise doesn’t stop himself from staring at you, which worsens when he wants any kind of attention
  9. He’ll fucking start kissing you until you have to push him off, just kissing you really lazily and messily, drool falling from your chins and him murmuring incoherent words
  10. You’ll hear random giggles and cackles coming from his lair. 
  11. Pennywise is extra. He’ll do the whole show to get your attention–Starting off with dancing (don’t forget the explosions) and then just pounce on you and pull you into a cuddling sessions. You have no idea what just happened, other than you just saw your boyfriend dancing to Cotton Eyed Joe. 
  12. Pennywise doesn’t know how to emoticon, so all of his messages are in his body language. You have to pull your eyes away from his face because you start fearing that there’s something else he wants altogether. 
  13. After the two of you have been cuddling for a while, he’ll murmur that you smell nice or that he’s thinking of eating you. That boy doesn’t know etiquette at all and thinks he’s complimenting you.
  14. He’ll ask you to touch his hair. Suspiciously, you’ll run your fingers through the poofy mess while he purrs, totally expecting to get a handful of maggots or something disgusting as one of his tricks.
  15. Pennywise rolls his eyes back and to the sides from pleasure, which you can never get used to so when he lets them roll before closing them, you always cringe. 

You cleared your throat and furrowed your eyebrows, leaning against the wall with the blankets and blown up mattress you were sitting on comfortable to a point until you had to adjust yourself. Your legs crossed, you flipped the page to your book. Reading along the fine print text without any other attentive distractions. The lair was silent for the most part of the day, however, you heard a small giggle echo through the lair, and looked up slightly. Not wishing to see your boyfriend tearing through some lunch. 

“Penny?” You spoke up, sighing when you didn’t get an answer. Whatever he was doing, you didn’t necessarily want to know. So you went back to your book, turning the page after a few breaths. Another giggle, closer now, made you snap your book closed. “Pennywise.”  Shouting ahead, you continued. “Don’t you dare think about-” A giggle fell onto your shoulder, followed by the feeling of hair brushing against your face. Looking up, you then saw Pennywise-His limbs like a spider, his torso facing upward and twisted to look at you. You sucked in a breath, holding it before you screamed what the fuck. He giggled again, skittering down the hall and then twisting his body back into its normal form, blowing the orange hair from his eyes and then crawling over you. Knocking the books from your hands, you groaned. “Penny I don’t-I can’t-do this right now.” 

Meeting your eyes, he nodded his head towards you and you raised your eyebrows in suspicion. Pennywise nodded again, his gloved hand coming to yours and pulling up while he cracked a toothy smile, waiting for your hand to hesitantly lift itself. Running your fingers through his floofy hair, you were surprised that you felt the soft texture instead of the image falling away to reveal some horror. Which, always made him laugh. Instead, you heard a loud purring sound coming from Pennywise’s throat while he moved slowly around you, curling himself and winding his limbs so that he buried his nose into your neck, his lips suckling only slightly and to the point where you involuntarily tightened your grip in his hair. 

With a breath, you then closed your eyes, pushing his hair away from your mouth before Pennywise gave a small nibble, right over your pulse. You couldn’t help but yelp slightly, feeling a smile form on his lips, which were still firmly pressed against your skin. He stayed like that, sitting on you with no regard for his weight, until he exhaled, wrapping his arms under yours and hauling you against him. You went limp, allowing him to move you wherever he wanted, knowing that resisting him would only make him angry. Something you didn’t have the energy to deal with at the moment. 

Pennywise pulled you on top of him, and you rested your head against his chest, a small smile on your mouth with your eyes closed and his arms still wound tightly around you. You kissed his jaw, burying your fingers back into his hair, the vibrations of his purrs soothing you as you kept your eyes closed, putting your head back on his chest. Knowing that before he would close his eyes you’d have to watch his eyes roll-fall-to the sides, which just the thought managed to make you shiver. There were no words spoken in the time it took him to get the message across that he only wanted to cuddle, something common from Pennywise, his body language showing his mood and desires, and his eyes deceiving you into fear. 

BTS Reaction to You Not Liking When They Get Jealous

Incognito; Hi, can you do a bts reaction to gf not liking it if they get possessive of her or jealous without a reason, thanks 💕

Note: De nada love ((: Btw, new oneshot in a bit, so look out for that! (Requests for reactions are open!) *credit to gif owners*


Jin ➳ There he was, glaring at Yoongi’s hand in disgust as it laid on your shoulder delicately. Nobody noticed the atmosphere change, but you, and when time passed and you noticed his glare wouldn’t budge; your eyebrow twitched. “You don’t have to do that, you know.” Everyone soon trailed their eyes to you, and Seokjin raised his eyebrow in astonishment; knowing he was getting jealous over something so innocent but he just couldn’t help it. He wasn’t dumb enough to question you, and when Yoongi’s hand went to smack Hoseok and off you—his dark mood instantly vanished.

Originally posted by apgujeon


Suga ➳ “It would be nice if you could step a few feet away from her.” Jimin’s mouth fell open from Yoongi’s sudden straightforwardness, and your eyes widened before you sent Yoongi a growl. He was never one to voice his thoughts out loud, but to say it so rudely and as if you were his property, you became angry; muttering a ‘really?’ to the man as it soon escalated. He didn’t touch you throughout the night, in fact, he ignored you while reading who knows what on his phone. You wanted to say sorry, knowing he was only jealous, and he couldn’t help it; but the man was also very stubborn and even though he didn’t show it, he was also hurt.

Originally posted by bangtannoonas


J-Hope ➳ His smile went away, not knowing what to feel when you had asked him if you could tag along with Taehyung to get ice cream. “Sure.” He muttered a bit too forcefully, sending the younger one a scowl before you smacked his shoulder and began to scold him. He only shrugged when you yelled, only staring at Taehyung in annoyance and before you left, he waved towards you with a fake smile. Hoseok knew he was being too much, but he only wanted you to himself; even if you were going to do something so tiny with other guys, he only wished you had invited him to go along.

Originally posted by jinful


RapMonster ➳ You snapped at him when he was being too clingy while you two were out with the guys, telling him to stop caging you in and that you weren’t his pet. What you didn’t expect, was for him to let you go and abruptly walk away in annoyance, giving you what you wanted but in all honesty, you didn’t want it to go that way. You felt cold with out him by your side, and when you stumbled while losing your footing, he quickly looked over his shoulder to make sure you were okay; only to find Hoseok grabbing your arm and helping you walk. Namjoon quickly rushed back, and you gave him a teasing grin. “So now you want me?”

“Shut up.”

Originally posted by yoonseok


Jimin ➳ Whenever you spoke to a guy, especially Jungkook, the boy was quick to come by your side while pulling you possessively to his chest. At first, you found this cute until you figured out Jimin’s true intentions as he glared towards the younger man; inwardly telling him to walk away or he would regret ever speaking to you. You were speechless, and when you threw his arm off you to yell at him that you weren’t his toy and are in fact, a human being, he instantly felt guilty. “I’m sorry,” he apologized, biting his lip out of anxiousness as he grabbed your hand, “you’re just..too beautiful and I’m scared they’ll take you away from me.”

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin


V ➳ He was always clingy with you, showing his love for you whether you were lounging inside your home or in public, but when he was jealous; it was another story. He was becoming annoyed with how friendly you and Namjoon were being, and when one day he had roughly yanked you to his side and away from the older man while going towards the car, you screamed at him telling the man that you weren’t his possession; which angered him even more because you did belong to him, in a relationship sense. He didn’t ignore you, but he masked all his emotions from you for the next day, not being as clingy as he tried to give you your space even though it hurt him.

Originally posted by mvssmedia


Jungkook ➳ He tried to hold his jealousy in, to push it aside and he did a very good job at it, that was, until you two were alone. You irritated him when he saw you texting Seokjin, knowing it wasn’t anything serious to get mad over and when you asked him to carry you to the bed playfully, he muttered, “Why don’t you ask Jin instead?” Your face was blank, blinking at the man and trying to register what he had said into your brain until you burst into a fit of giggles at his ‘joke’.

“I will, then.” You were teasing him, and he only let out a sigh; wondering how you knew which buttons to push at the wrong times.

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned


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