things that are Homonormative/Not Queer: gay people who love each other… i dunno, having a dog w a “i ❤ my 2 daddies” shirt things that are Not Homonormative/Becoming Queer: str8s spanking each other, the United States military
random work story: so today my colleague was like ‘oh I’m going off to lunch can you take over this new membership from me Alice, it’s that guy over there with the really beautiful eyes’
and I was like ‘…okayyyyyy’ and then I went over there and he looked up from his membership form and HOLY SHIT
she wasn’t kidding the guy had the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen
they were like…tawny golden with long dark lashes they were EDWARD FUCKING CULLEN EYES is what they were, and the guy was pretty handsome too I guess (I’m not really a good judge) and I was just sitting there trying to talk to this dude like nothing was wrong but also low key trying not to make eye contact lest my words fail me entirely because just looking at him was like STARING DIRECTLY INTO THE SUN
Stop recycling designs for Dean. If you can come up with a different design for Seth and Roman, you can do it for Dean. You literally changed the color for his new shirt! I mean, it’s cute. Love the blue, but come on! I’m just saying!
HK wants a new DA shirt but I already have the shirt you’re trying to sell me.
Summary: Last installment of the Jungkook school AU
“The spaghetti sauce is going to awful to clean out of your uniform.” Your friend frowned as she held up the white shirt now stained reddish pink.
You shrugged your shoulders as you rolled up the sleeves of your gym sweater. “I can soak it overnight in some cleaner. I have another uniform shirt I can wear, it’s alright.”
Your friend sighed and stared at the shirt some more before letting out a short scream and tossing it onto the bench. She spun around and glared at you, “How can you sit there so calmly?! That jerk just yelled at you like it was your fault he spilled his lunch all over you!! And he shook you- he shook you!! We should call the police or something, he can’t just manhandle you like that!!” She growled out in frustration, punching the nearby locker.
Jumping slightly from the sound, you stared numbly at her for a moment before the shock of whatever just happened finally wore off. Your friend breathed heavily for a moment longer before noticing your quiet sobs and immediately dropped to her knees at your side, hands reaching out to pull yours from hiding your face. She wiped your tears with her thumbs and shushed you lightly before you fell forwards into her arms, crying hard into her shoulder. Everything that had built up the past couple weeks came pouring out- all the bullying that you had put up with, every feeling and word that you had held back from saying came spewing out in the form of tears and heavy screaming as your friend held you tightly to her.
How much time had passed, you had no idea, but it must have been over an hour before you were finally all cried out and pulled away from her. Sputtering out an apology, you pressed your sleeve to her soaked shoulder and she laughed at you, pulling on your hand and using your own sleeve to wipe away the tears left on your face instead. You laughed with her, eventually falling into full hysterical laughing and snorting form the absurdity of it all. The two of you, one with a tear soaked shirt and the other in gym clothes, curled up on the locker room floor, crying about some jerk. You both stood and you washed your face as your friend pressed some paper towels to her shirt before shrugging and giving up. You apologized again with a smile on your face and she scrunched up her nose at you before the two of you left the gym.
Giggling and hip bumping each other as you walked to the main school building, a dark haired figure sitting against the wall caught your eye causing the two of you to stop and huddle together. The figure lifted his head, alerted by your giggles and your eyes widened in surprise.
He stood quickly, wiping off his pants as he offered the two of you a small smile.
“Hey, um. Uh, h-hey.”
The two of you stood there awkwardly as your friend glanced from you to Jungkook before loudly clearing her throat. “Well, I’m going to go get yelled at by the teacher for missing class and then tell them what happened and hopefully get out of trouble.” She patted you on the back lightly before shoving you towards your ex-best friend. “Jungkook, can you make sure they get back to class alright? Great, thanks, you’re a peach. Bye!”
You both stared after her as she practically ran away before glancing at each other and immediately finding the ground much more interesting. Shuffling your feet together, you sighed a little. You were way too tired to deal with Jungkook and the pent up feelings towards him after everything else that happened today.
Stepping around Jungkook, you started walking towards the school buildings. “Hey, um, thanks for staying out here to check up on us, and for getting that jerk off of me in the cafeteria. I’m just going to head back to class too. See you around.”
A hand shot out and gripped your wrist as you turned and pulled you back. Startled, you tripped a little, falling forward into Jungkook’s chest. A blush flew across your face at your position. A faint pink dusted his cheeks as well and he loosened his grip on your wrist but made no move to step back. “Wait, please. I w-want to talk to you for a minute.”
You nodded blankly, a little stunned by the deepness of his voice. It definitely wasn’t like that the last time you could remember.
He gulped a little, licking his lips before raising his eyes to meet yours.
Your eyes widened. “You’re… sorry?”
He nodded, gaze dropping to his shoes.
“Uh, ok, sorry for what exactly? You asked in confusion.
His brow furrowed for a moment and he let out a sigh through his nose. “I’m sorry for just… everything? I don’t know, I’m just sorry.”
You stepped back from him a little and pulled your wrist from his hand, crossing your arms. He looked a little shocked that you had moved away from him and held his hand out in the air a little, almost like he was begging you to come back in and fill the empty space. You didn’t budge.
“I’m going to need more than that, Jungkook.”
Jungkook lifted his eyes to meet your set expression, mouth a thin line as he tried to work through the thoughts jumbled up in his head. How did things go so wrong? The two of you used to be inseparable, practically able to read each other’s minds, but now it was like you were light years away from him. When had you changed so much? When did you start looking at him like that, or hanging out with other people? Were your eyes always that vibrant color? He swallowed thickly, his thoughts still swirling around, as your expression grew exasperated.
You were growing tired of waiting for him- you were always waiting for him, he realized. When you were kids your mother would call the two of you inside for snacks and you would bound up to the door, turning and waiting at the threshold for him to catch up. At school you would wait for him on the corner of your streets every morning and during classes you’d always be ahead of him working on the homework, but you always slowed down after a few problems and waited for him to finish too. When the two of you started to grow apart you’d still wait for him- outside the locker rooms across the courtyard, you’d be there reading until he was done with practice, up there on the bleachers during the games, silently cheering for him, sometimes after classes he’d find you slowing down at the corner of your streets and he’d shyly slow as well so your paths wouldn’t cross. Now, watching you continue to wait for him, a lump grew in his throat. Maybe you weren’t the one who changed…
You stared at him as his expression grew more and more unsure and couldn’t help but want to soothe his worries. Your hand twitched as it longed to brush over the crease in his brow and tell him it was all right; he didn’t need to worry anymore. But this wasn’t like it was a couple years ago anymore; you two weren’t close enough for that now. So instead you gripped your hand into a fist and turned, ready to walk away again. As soon as you made the first step, Jungkook leaped forward in almost panic, gripping each of your wrists tightly in his hands.
“I’m sorry, ok?! I’m sorry I didn’t stop that jerk from hurting you earlier, I’m sorry I didn’t say something in class when I saw it happening, I’m sorry I haven’t been responding to your texts much, and I’m s-sorry… I’m sorry I’m such a bad friend.”
He finished his speech, his voice strained from trying to hold it in, and you finally broke. Pulling your hands from his you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him tightly towards you. He stiffened for a moment before enveloping you in his own arms, face buried in the crook of your neck. The two of you stayed like that for a moment before he pulled back, gaze flickering from one eye to the other. You lightly brushed a stray strand of hair from his face. And, while there was definitely some kind of ‘moment’ happening between the two of you, you were sure it was just a rekindling of friendship, so when Jungkook’s gaze fell to your lips and he leaned forward, you were completely caught off guard.
Stunned, you made no movement forward to deepen the kiss, but actually leaned back, breaking the contact, and stared at Jungkook with wide eyes.
His eyes widened as well in slight horror and fear and he started stuttering out an apology. “I-I’m sorry, I just- you, and it- I’m sor-“
You pressed a hand to his mouth to shush him, eyes lit with wonder at the boy in front of you. “It’s alright, I was just surprised. I never thought that you…”
“That I liked you? Yeah, yeah I do. I um, I have, f-for a long time.”
You let out a noise of shock as Jungkook shuffled his feet nervously. “A long time?? What on earth does that mean? And you have a funny way of showing it for keeping your distance all this time!”
He chuckled a little as you huffed at him. “I didn’t know how to tell you. We were best friends, it felt weird to think of you like that and I was afraid of ruining anything.”
“So you just stopped all contact instead?”
“Pretty much,” he replied, shrugging.
You deadpanned and smacked him on the shoulder. He laughed; a loud and ringing sound that sent sparks of warmth through your chest and pulled you closer by your hips. The two of you held eye contact for a moment before his gaze drifted down to your lips again, but you opened your mouth before he could move.
“What about that girl?”
His head tilted slightly, “what girl?”
“I saw you talking with a girl a while ago- long brown hair with a little pink hairclip. A checkered backpack, I think? You aren’t a couple or anything?”
He pursed his lips, thinking, and let out a hum. “That was… that was the basketball teacher’s daughter. She’s two grades below us and comes to a lot of the games and practices.”
“Yeah, you seemed pretty familiar with her. I don’t think I’ve seen you talk to or smile at a girl in years.”
“I never know what to say! Plus, girls are kind of scary- they’re always screaming about something.”
You snorted and chuckled a little, thinking about his rabid fangirls that definitely could use some lessons on how to control their voices a little better. Jungkook smiled at your laugh- that sound never failed to make his heart skip a beat.
“You seemed to be having a pretty good time with her when I saw the two of you together…” you pressed.
Jungkook laughed, “Are you jealous??”
You pouted and started to pull out of his hold, not in the mood for being teased.
“No, no, wait, just, hang on,” his laughter subsided into a soft smile. “I’ve known her for a couple years, when we got into middle school and I started playing basketball. She idolizes me, but she’s like a sister to me, alright? Nothing more. Promise.”
You scuffed the ground a little, timidly raising your eyes to his. “Well… alright. I believe you. But I still can’t just forgive you for not talking to me for so long.”
Jungkook’s eyes lit up with a mischievous glint. “I can try and make it up to you if you’d like.”
“And how are you going to do that~?”
“Well, for starters,” he gently grabbed your hand, threading his fingers through yours, “how about I walk you home, baby?”
You laughed, squeezing his hand lightly, “baby?!”
“What?? I-it’s cute!!”
“Uh-huh, yeah sure it is, sweetheart~”
He blushed and let out a soft grunt, eyes turned down in embarrassment. You laughed and bumped your shoulder into his and he chuckled, head turning to meet your gaze. Nuzzling his head to yours, he gave you a swift peck on the cheek before starting to run down the sidewalk, dragging you behind him, your laughter echoing off the pavement.
Alright I have some extra $$ to spend on another custom shirt. I made the Chemical Brothers shirt Dylan had but copyrighted material so it couldn’t go through. What should I make?!?! I already have the AoL shirt and the XTORT shirt. Should I get more KMFDM stuff?? Or should I make the hat?