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[2percentjealous]

2percentjealous   ;    beren   yeşil    —    independent   fandomless   original   character,   rachel   green   heavily   reimagined   with   plethora   of   influences   from   other   medias.    featuring  mature  ,  dark  and  triggering   themes   at  times.    multi   -   verse,    multi   -   ship.    surrealism,   horror,   fantasy,   supernatural   themes   are   welcome   &   enjoyed.    reimagined   by   egg  (  also  known  as  echo  )

      carrd.        prompts.        plots. opens.

STUDY  IN:   lovable brainless  beauty,  spoiled  brat,  how  is  it  to  lose  everything  and  starting  from  zero,  what   dysfunctional  rich  family  does  to  a  girl,  cutie  bimbo  with  a  flower  crown,  sex  as  a  coping  mechanism  &  lovable  sex  maniac,  the  runaway  bride,  marriage  as  a  curse,  manic  pixie  dream  girl  and  more.

[2percentjealous]

going to be here soon enough <3

[lesbunss]

CLOSED STARTER : @2percentjealous . FEATURING : yubin moon.

"do you even know how to skate?" a curious but suspicious brow lifts upward as they speak. yubin has their doubts as they slowly pass over their board but who were they to stop beren? this is the exact reason they carry around a small med kit in their backpack, anyway. "no need to try to impress me, y'know." lips curl into a smirk.

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no, she doesn't know how to skate, yubin. will she admit it? never. a scoff slips past rosy lips. " pfft, of course i know how to skate. " but skating was never an activity beren showed any particular interest in. while this isn't her first time, it certainly is second. she wobbles like a jelly. " just hold me, okay! " voice high-pitched, arms frantically reaching for them.

[miidnighters]

“They must be a good teacher.” He’s earnest when he says it - not even thinking about a more. But then, anything that happened before them is water under the bridge, isn’t it? Doesn’t concern him a whit.

“Well, there’s a nice Italian place down this way, or tapas down on the left. What are you in the mood for, baby?” There’s not really any shortage of places, though those two Tate’s been to before and recommends. He pulls his phone out anyway, ready to Google whatever kind of cuisine she says that she wants. “And then we can go hang out at mine, if you’d like? Not that I’m trying to rush our lunch-”

Is it too soon to say that he wants to spend more time with her? Probably.

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an excellent teacher, but you don't want to know about it, tate. but maybe tate is one of those guys who would absolutely want to know about every little intimate detail beren ever did - to either manipulate or belittle her. or maybe he is none of those. she has no idea - doesn't know him that much yet.

" i'd love some italian. " simply, because it sounds more fancy than tapas and beren is clinging to any traces of luxury she can.

he's definitely trying to rush their lunch, she concludes. the funny thing is, beren isn't against it at all. first, she'd like to check out his apartment if it fits the beefcake he is - fancy, or more of a gymbro living in his mother's basement to finalize if she'd want to marry him or not.

yes, already thinking about marriage.

her smile is genuine: " i would love to see your place. is it nice? "

[computerhaze]

obsessed with the pretty barista who flirted with me and then made me the worst chai latte of my life

[unlore]

of course she snatches their phone. rudely. fel could complain all about it, in fact, but they won't. since they're so benevolent. there, beren: be grateful. he reads her message, noting that she apparently can't spell, and then rolls his eyes in response. he shakes his head. they don't seem to feel the need to explain any further than that. well, it's not like it's rocket science. they're pretty sure she can understand the concept. he knows she probably won't understand, but signs anyway: < i like sign. >

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she snatched their phone, because otherwise beren felt like they wouldn't give it to her. duh! unfortunately, she has no idea how benevolent fel is being right now. he reads the message, shakes their head and beren feels the heaviness of the situation dawning on her. fuck. she has no other means of communication than to yap, yap, yap. she's very well skilled in yapping if you haven't noticed already.

fel signs and beren blinks. once, twice. then slowly, as if decelerated, tap-taps on the phone again. ( wat? im sorry idk fingers )

[mournus]

Someone else might have laughed. Someone else might have gone over to help check that her eye was fine. Someone else was not here. Tae-min just stared at her. Blinking.

"And now you're blind in one eye." so, this was turning out great for her, wasn't it?

He picked her back up off of the floor and held it out for her. "Give me your keys," it wasn't like Tae-min could go into a woman's bag without permission. That was too rude and he was too old-fashioned. "How far away do you live?"

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oh.

beren did expect at least an ounce of concern - you know, just a regular amount when someone accidentally almost pokes their eye out. she blinks her good eye, befuddled.

" i'm not blind, don't say that. " she whines, wipes the lose tear and stubbornly tries to open her eye to prove a point. but damn, if it doesn't hurt to do so.

what? and now he's being a gentleman? beren doesn't care if he goes through her bag and sees the garbage there - but she does care if he doesn't pity her even in the slightest. men are really different nowadays.

" they're in the front pocket. " doesn't make an effort to pull them out herself. " i don't know .... i live somewhere, uhhhhh, there! " a slender finger points out behind his head.

[sunbecms]

continued from here for @2percentjealous / "i don't really have to pretend to be sick when your presence already does the trick," beau counters and shakes his head. there's no way he's letting her ruin his first ever trip to vegas. "if one of us is leaving, it's you. but i'm trying to play nice."

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dark brows furrow, a dissatisfied scowl settling on soft features. " ugh, you're such a bully. " beren says rather childishly, but stands behind her words. crosses arms over her chest. " i'm not leaving and i'm not going to try and play nice when you insult me so freely. i'll make you regret not leaving. " a threat wrapped in a cocky grin.

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continuation from here.

beren hasn't even considered elijah could reply in a snarky way or sarcastic way. she knows playful sarcasms, definitely, but when she's asked him that it was a rhetorical question in no need of an actual answer.

dark hues look up at the massive draft horse with kind eyes, halting her movements. elijah is right - people have been riding horses for centuries, but beren is no ordinary people ( she is, she very much is, just not from the kind of people who would ride horses ... well, turkish people have a long history of being very skilled in riding and domesticating horses, but rich people not as much. )

she perks up at his suggestion. a little too enthusiastically: " yes! such a good idea! i'll to ride with you! " and she is already moving towards him.

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i'm sorry not sorry to do this but i finally made a creepy twins blogue which you can find here. pls follow and indulge me giving u twins who finish each other's sentences yadda yadda

[2percentjealous]

i'm sorry not sorry to do this but i finally made a creepy twins blogue which you can find here. pls follow and indulge me giving u twins who finish each other's sentences yadda yadda

[2percentjealous]

sorry for being so quiet I Am Sick. but also thinking about how beren's 'straight' persona is such a BS. there is nothing straight about you, beren, it's time you admit it.

[artanogon]

“i could fix him” well i could watch him spiral into bloodlust and madness instead. it would be significantly more fun

[halfsevil-a]

snotty rich girl and her rockstar gf/bf … ill hold for applause

[filmtvtoday]

THE GOOD PLACE 3.12 | Pandemonium

[unlore]

zahrosa glances around curiously, as though this is the first time she's been in someone's apartment. which ... to be entirely fair, she's not often inside apartments. it's not her natural environment. she certainly looks out of place, poking around like she is. " is that so? " brows raise. " tell me of your adventures. what do you do? "

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zahrosa looks out of place, but so does beren. her apartment is shabby, wall paint peeling around certain parts, furniture from early 00s showing its age openly. and beren? looks put up together in a silky, lacey bathrobe. rosie's questions makes her halt. " waitressing. that's a biiig adventure. " the capitalistic adventure beren doesn't appreciate. " or drunk out-of-the-country trips. you could come with me to one. "

[miidnighters]

"Is that right?"

Chase continues to kiss her through the shorts as she grinds down on him. A soft noise escapes him when he feels the cold air on his cock, and he retaliates with soft slap against her ass.

"Oh, so you're allowed to see me but I'm not allowed to see you? Typical."

His hips shift as she runs a finger down his cock.

"Just as sensitive, baby. Maybe a touch less around the scar, but I've never had anything to compare it to."

No harm in answering her question - but then its back to being the biggest menace he can. A finger hooks into the scrap of shorts between her legs, just about where the wet spot it. His finger brushes the outside of her pussy lips - but he doesn’t actually go any further than that. Not until she gives the go ahead.

"Does that mean I can see you too? You know it'll feel better when it's not through the fabric."

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oh.

his soft little noise does something to her. it's hot as fuck. a soft moan slips past her parted mouth, wiggling her ass to beg for more slaps without having so admit so.

" of course. i'm a princess with certain privileges. " she's only half-joking.

beren glides her finger around the scar, feeling the slight difference in his skin. the question at the tip of her tongue gets swallowed up when his fingers hook into the scrap of shorts between her legs " mmm. " is all she gives him, bending down to wrap her eager mouth around his cock to avoid answering his question.

the only indicator she wants to feel him on her bare pussy is the grinding against his finger.