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ty em u always know what to say 🥺 i will always appreciate u forever and ever 🧚🏼‍♂️

i never know what to say though....

what the fuck man i got so scared and sad i thought u acc were sad n its bc u didn't get jungoo screenshots i jus,,, god don't give me a heart attack again ok pls ily too much - 🍜

i AM actually sad this is SICK me and my homies HATE sleep

#ily tho...#aha ha #wtf...<3

Do you remember me telling you that I used to stay up late for coys or if I somehow don't, it's the first thing i thought about and checked when I woke up in morning? That it was the highlight of my day? Well guess, history is repeating itself right now and I DO NOT LIKE IT. I want to start my day with positive I AM affirmations, not gukkie clowning himself over and over again and his friends calling him out for it. You really got a talent eh? 🤡❤

....you know what. i do not take ANY responsibility for this.....it's YOUR fault for following me !!! haha yes!!! your fault !!!!! try saying that in court !!!!!!

but uh...besides that...do u want me to write a cute motivating message on each part so u can start your day motivated? 😳

#ily tho...#😳😳#❤

anon who made everyone thirst for saias. you are so powerful

the anon who made everyone thirst for saias is probably the devil.

#answers #notwriting #ily tho...

I love you??????????????????????????????? I want you to end me just like you end me

imm not. gonna end you leo

#asks #ily tho...

☾ஐ▤☁⇕♢✦

☾ = being found shirtless .

12:42am– the glare of jordan’s phone lit the back of his driver’s car, illuminating a tired and forlorn face in the darkness. there was a certain depth to the silence of the drive – an unspoken peace that lay in between the slow and steady breaths he took and the clicking of the turn signals. it was ataractic to be in the company of himself, to be floating ( f r e e l y ) in the void – amorphous in the haze of his drunken stupor and alive in a world that had been paused. jordan had been out for the past fifteen hours, running on energy drinks and coffee alone, promoting the show through pointless events and signings – and had even topped the night off with a visit at the AVALON. shifting his eyes from the screen, he watched as the streetlights blurred into a stream of steady colors – spots of orange and yellow dancing along the midnight edge. when the car pulled up to the front of the house, he mumbled his thanks before getting out. steadying himself against the frame of the door, he looked up at zoe’s apartment wondering exactly how he got there. fuck. he must have given the driver the wrong address. but as quick as he’d come, the man had sped off, leaving jordan to wonder if he had intentionally come here after all. it was too late, he decided as he ambled up to the porch, zoe wouldn’t mind if he crashed for the night. after all, what had been the purpose of giving him a copy of her key if she never intended him to use it? jordan opened the door, fighting back the urge to yawn, and allowed himself in. now, where the hell was her guest room? unsure of where to even begin looking, he walked up the stairs and opened the door on his left, certain that this was the place he’d slept the last time he was over.

“oh, shit,” were the only words he could manage as he caught zoe in her topless glory – wide eyed and slack jawed at his sudden appearance. it briefly occurred to jordan that he should avert his gaze, or perhaps … even better yet, leave the room out of courtesy. but drunk and somewhat fascinated with the contours of her body, he found it difficult to really walk away. “i didn’t think you knew i was coming,” jordan teased as he crossed his arms, “but maybe next time, you could lose the winnie the pooh bra. it’s really killing the vibe here, don’t you think?”

ஐ = slapping them .

for as long as he knew her, zoe had always been something of a lion heart. and because of it, jordan couldn’t help but secretly admire her. after all, when she spoke, it was like drinking whiskey – he could always feel the punch before he did the heat of her words. and uncannily enough, he would get warm from the exchange of unpleasantries, as if zoe had been getting him drunk off her anger. it was sick in a sense, to derive a deep pleasure from pushing her to her limits, but there was a beauty in her madness – one that jordan selfishly thrived off of. he liked the pomegranate blood in her cheeks, red and ( v i b r a n t ) in hue, and the twitch in her brow as she enunciated his name. the way she could say it could strike him so painfully – every syllable thick and heavy on her tongue, the sound of her straining voice rushing down in waves. but as difficult as he was at times, jordan respected his friend – perhaps the only friend he could really confide in – and thus, knew when to leave when he’d upset her a notch above the appropriate state for the both of them. there were only a few things that their friendship could not survive and jordan wasn’t always keen on testing what they might be. he valued zoe, more than he would like to admit, and although frustrating her was something he enjoyed – it also came with a shred of guilt. he suppose he was fond of her … and all her complexities, stupidity and all, and so when she struck him with all the force she could muster in such a small frame as hers – it took quite a bit of discipline to steel himself and regain his cool, unbothered composure. he reminded himself that this was a girl he truly, deeply cared about … in a way he could not possibly fathom, and took a deep breath. alright. perhaps mentioning zoe’s horrible tendency of dating wrong people was one of those topics he had no right to bring up. he noted this as he rubbed his sore jaw. “i deserved that,” he allowed after a long sigh, “but next time, go for the other cheek. we need to even up the bruises.”

▤ = falling asleep on them .

in the past few months that they’d been together, looking after zoe had become more or less of a habit. now, for someone who was quite accustomed to ( never mind comfortable with ) being alone, jordan found this change to be particularly unwelcome. he was happy living in solitude. ecstatic even. it was liberating to do what he damn well pleased without ever having to think twice about the repercussions of his poorly made decisions. it was partially the reason why he found it so hard to be in a committed relationship. having to answer to someone every hour of the day ( “where are you?”, “what are your plans tonight?”, “want to grab dinner?” ) or consider someone else in any major life decisions – it sounded fucking tiring! there was no freedom in dating. and jordan had never been the type of person to willingly allow someone into his life like that. he fought all potential girls off, keeping them at a comfortable distance where he could both see and leave them whenever he wanted, and there had been a lot of effort put into protecting himself from them. it was also protection for them. he’d never been the best person to be with – what with his penchant for dangerous things and a passion for toxicity – and it was quite possible that he was an unsuitable boyfriend in all respects. so, for all intents and purposes, jordan blake was simply a better bachelor than he was anything else. naturally, it came as quite a blow to his personal ego when he realized that someone, somehow managed to hurdle over the many walls he’d built. so easily, too! in fact, he hadn’t even noticed that zoe had wormed herself into his life until he caught himself shopping at the grocery store – stuck between buying tampons or pads for her ( thinking about all the discomfort of shoving something up there when it was already a bloody, bonafide mess, he ultimately went with the pads ). their friendship was a whirlwind of emotions – and as grounded as he claimed to be, he couldn’t help but be swept away with her whenever they were together. it was a little too easy to pretend, he thought as he watched her sleep on his lap, that things were normal. she’d domesticated him – like a goddamn animal. she had him running her errands, looking after her when she was ill, and worrying about her when she didn’t return a call ( well, she always did ). how annoying. to be so emotionally tethered to someone who would inevitably, like all the others, leave. jordan turned his gaze away from her. what a mess she’d made for him. and where to even begin fixing it – he had no idea.

☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them .

he promised himself he wouldn’t say it, he swore on his first born son that he wouldn’t utter the three fucking words that would, undoubtedly, send him to his grave. jordan knew he shouldn’t, not if he wanted to live another hour or so, but he figured that with all things considered – the feeling of satisfaction from looking at her face would be so fucking gratifying, so delicious, that he would gladly take the brunt of her anger anytime. “i was right,” he said victoriously, a big grin overtaking his face, “i told you it was going to rain. i told you but you never listen to me.” the irony in this was sickening, given that it was almost always zoe saying these exact words to him, and he hoped that the humor in this was not lost on her. but judging by the expression on her face, she didn’t find this as amusing as he did. which was really a shame because the weather was actually quite nice – and he never minded a little rain in the presence of good company. “don’t be mad, princess,” he smirked as he opened up his umbrella, “the walk home won’t be so bad. come on.”

⇕ = holding their hand .

as stupid as it was, he believed that there were three cardinal rules in maintaining a healthy and platonic friendship. number one: do not establish an emotional connection that one might regret in a future point in time. number two: do not give the other person a drawer worth of space at the home as it is an invasion of your space and implies a desire for more intimacy. number three: do not hold their hand unless there is a justifiable reason that would be approved by a jury of your peers. up until today, jordan was making do with the best of the situation he’d been given. sure, so zoe might have already broken the first two rules – from having shoved her head so deeply into his deep rooted issues that he worried if it was still screwed on … to even demanding more closet space at his place – but the friendship was still salvageable. this was something he knew. it had to be. jordan was determined not to allow their friendship teeter on that dangerously fine line between pals and lovers. it wasn’t very often, anyway, that he was liked someone so much that he wasn’t going to jeopardize the relationship over a stupid high school impulse. he was fine with the way things were. content. being friends with zoe was like eating a great meal and forgoing the dessert – so, yeah, there might be that fleeting sense of disappointment at the thought of what could have been, but the overwhelming joy of knowing that he had resisted temptation would always be far sweeter. he took comfort in this thought as he walked alongside zoe, their footsteps somehow always falling in alignment. jordan glanced at her, somehow meeting her gaze, and offered a small smile. as he was facing her direction, he caught a glimpse of their reflection in the glass panels. he observed their mirror selves, contemplating for a moment if it was possible that they were just parallel versions of themselves, because it seemed like… almost as if they were holding hands in the glass. jordan looked down at his hand instantly. sure enough, the culprit was linked together with zoe’s hand, and without the slightest change in expression – he slowly withdrew from her grasp and shoved his fist into his pocket. holy shit. how did she always know how to break the rules he had in motion? jordan sighed as he sped up his pace. if she wasn’t going to play the game, he’d have to change it all up on her.

♢ = reading them a story .

"you’re killing me,” jordan groaned and rolled onto his back. he was now facing upwards, hazel eyes glued to the popcorn ceiling and course hands hanging off the side of the bed, and yet no matter what position he assumed – he could not get comfortable with zoe droning on in the background. “please, stop,” he begged, his voice edging on tired, “i’ve listened to you read this book a thousand times. i understand you love proust but if you’re going to insist on reading in search of lost time, can you please do it in english?” jordan loved when zoe spoke french, really he did, but in between mentally rehearsing his lines, deciphering the many mixed signals he was getting from lennon, to debating what he should eat for dinner – translating the words to understandable english was a task he simply did not have the energy nor the want to do. propping himself onto his elbows, he opened his phone and dialed a number, “if i can’t shut you up, will pizza?”

✦ = being well-dressed .

"u look nice” jordy said as he looked @ zoe

#listen to me? i wanted to write a lot for everyone?#but u gave me so many PROMPTS???#just deal w/ the last one u lil bitch i am NOT WRITING ANOTHER ESSAY #ily tho...