hi honeys !! i’m back with another self care masterpost because we all know self care is probably my favorite thing in the world. anyways, these are just a few tips (that i actually came up with myself in my own bujo to help me stay productive and motivated) to help you get back into the swing of things as school starts up again :)

  • take a nap after school rather than just wasting time “relaxing” (aka scrolling through twitter for hours @ me)
  • start homework at school (if possible)
  • be okay with giving yourself breaks and rest periods, but make sure what you do in those times is actually serving you
  • work in a coffee shop to get stuff done, but budget yourself. this is helpful but also an easy way to drop a ton of cash in a short amount of time
  • alternative to above: work in a library or (if you have a big campus or live near a university) go to their main “center” and just chill out there, there are restaurants but also just tables for anyone to use.
  • be realistic with your time and actually budget it. your time is valuable.
  • start things early
  • make small, personal deadlines
  • reward yourself
  • work outside
  • experiment with your studying/writing/working methods - it’s okay to change things up
  • let things flow
  • know that you deserve everything you’re working towards

hope this is helpful,

xoxo annie

ryo-maybe  asked:

What DID happen to Pokémon GO anyway? It was all over the place one year ago, but all of a sudden, the fad seemed to more or less die out and being an outsider to the whole deal, I'm rather clueless as to what its current state is and if the hype DID die at all.

The fad died as all fads do, but by September or so, even the people who liked the game and wanted to see it do well had just stopped caring. I think a lot of it was due to the fact that the EXP requirements for leveling up became exponential once you hit level 20, with each one requiring literally twice as much EXP as the one before it, so you’d hit level 15 or so pretty quickly, get to level 20 at a normal pace, and then you’d be lucky to level up once every two weeks or so.

Another issue is that the limited Pokedex size limited a lot of what you could do after a while. If you just wanted a full Pokedex, you’d be able to get maybe two-thirds of the way there without too much struggle and then fucking nothing, because everything left at that point was either evolutions that required catching like 50 of the previous stage or stupidly rare stuff like Lapras and Snorlax that you’d pretty much only see if you got lucky next to a major landmark. The gym takeover/battle aspect stagnated quickly as well - when the game was new, everyone was on the same playing field, and gyms were a constant turf war that was always changing. But once the game had been out for a while, every gym became occupied by the same handful of obsessive players who’d managed to get high-level Dragonites/etc. and were impossible for most ordinary players to dislodge.

In other words, intentionally or not, the game pretty much came screeching to a halt once you’d been playing for about a month, with the only way of potentially making any more progress entailing spending a ton of cash on incubators and Lucky Eggs. And rather than introducing new content to rekindle interest, Niantic just sort of figured, “hey, sponsorship deals with Starbucks and Sprint will do the job, right?” Their complete lack of communication during its buggy period didn’t help.

Candy, Kisses, & Elevator Sex (John x Reader x Alex)

A/N: Here’s my Valentine’s Day Special! Sorry it took so long, got into my writing zone and just couldn’t stop! Hope you enjoy!

You opened your eyes enjoying the feeling of refreshment that you didn’t usually get from just waking up. You snatched your phone off the bedside charger to check the time.


You overslept! Springing out of bed, you ripped off your pajamas as you bolted to the bathroom to get ready. Half an hour later you were dressed at least semi-well and running to catch the train to work. If you gave it your all you might be able to make it to work on time.

Panting for air, you held your travel cup of bitter black coffee in your hand and a pop tart in your other. They balanced in your grip as the station came into your sights. Just a few blocks away, the heel of one of your pumps caught itself on a crack in sidewalk and made you crash onto the cement. It was food and drink massacre.

The frosting from the pop tart smeared on the sleeve of your coat. The force of the tumble popped the top off your mug and coffee spilled everywhere. Your knees and palms had been scraped and bruised along with your ego.

Getting back on your feet, you found that your heel was finished. Limping the rest of the blocks to the station, you purchased a ticket and struggled up the stairs to the boarding platform before the train arrived.

You slumped in the farthest corner of the train and sighed wondering if the day could get any worse. Then your phone vibrated.

It was a text from your boyfriend, Sam. He must sent you a Happy Valentine’s Day text message. He was so sweet. You unlocked your phone to look at the message, excited that it must be about your plans for tonight. He said he had a surprise for you!

Sammy Sea-bunny:

Salutations (Y/N). I’m sorry to inform you that I have fallen in love with someone else. I’m regret that I couldn’t tell you in person. Hope we can still be friends.

You stared at your phone. The pain in your knees and palms from your fall overshadowed by the pain you were feeling in your heart. You couldn’t believe it. You already made reservations at an exclusive resort in California for your vacation in June. You had planned to London for his birthday. You quickly replied back.


Eat a dick, asshole.

You silenced your phone and shoved it into the deepest part of your purse. It was all too much for you to take especially on a day without your daily coffee and breakfast. One more thing and you’d lose it. You just needed to make it through one work day and later you can cry over a glass of wine and your emergency chocolate stash.

Standing in front of the silver elevator doors in your bare feet, you waited impatiently for the doors to open. About two blocks into your walk from the train station, you decided to forsake your heels and go bare foot because it was better than limping around. Luckily you kept an extra pair of sandals in your desk that would get you through the day. You didn’t have any client meetings and had just treated yourself to a pedicure, so your feet looked fabulous.

The doors finally opened and a bunch of people pushed past you. You stepped in and pressed the button for the fiftieth floor. Behind you came in two younger men. One pushed a cart full of dozens of assorted floral bouquets and Valentine’s baskets. You glanced from one handsome face to the next. Ugh.

They were attractive to say the least. Nice features, full lips, young faces, slender bodies, and it looked like they had some well-defined muscles underneath their clothes. You licked your lips and looked away. Not like you wanted anything to do with the male species ever again, but looking didn’t count right?

The taller one and the one close to you were dressed in jeans and blue t-shirts, his jacket tied around his slender waist. He pushed the button for the sixtieth floor and met your eye. He gave you a small smirk like he knew you were staring. You scowled in reply, looking at the doors in front of you. Screw pretty boys and the rest of their kind.

Out of the corner of your eye you could spot him looking you over. You quickly felt the urge to explain why you were carrying your shoes but pushed it away. You didn’t need to explain yourself to anyone, especially two guys in a elevator.

You sighed and closed your eyes as the elevator began to move up. Soon you’d be in your cubicle, put on your flip-flops, and get some high calorie sugar treat and crappy coffee from the vending machine area. The guys behind you were talking about something, but you were honestly too busy thinking about whether to get a cinnamon bun and powdered donuts when a strange screeching sound came from above. The three of them looked at each other that sound was obviously not normal. Then, came a loud clicking followed by one weird bang and then elevator completely halted.

“What the hell was that?!” said the short guy. He walked over and pressed his floor button a few times.

“I don’t know but it doesn’t sound good,” said his friend. His hands buried in his jean pockets as he leaned into the corner of the elevator, legs crossed nervously. He wore the same blue t-shirt with matching logo on the front. Same as the other guy. You could make out the design more clearly now. Washington Floral Co. That was the local flower shop a few blocks over. You had seen their bouquets in the building before.

“Please don’t tell me we’re stuck in here,” you whispered. You walked over to the control panel. “Of all days, why’d it have to do today?” You pressed the emergency call button.

A voice came over the speaker. “Peggy here.”

“Hello. Um… I think the elevator stopped.”

“Can you tell me which one miss?”

You looked at the two boys but they both shrugged their shoulders.

“Uh… the one not moving. Isn’t there some kind of master panel or something?” You asked, rubbing your forehead. “I think it’s the middle one on the left, maybe. Or it could be the right?”

“Alright, I’ll contact maintenance and get someone on it. Sit tight. We’ll have you out in a jiffy~.”

“I hope they hurry up. We’ve got a ton of deliveries to make today,” said the short guy as he flung his jacket onto the bottom of the cart. He ran a hand through his dark locks and you wondered at how it was possible for it to look even better tousled. “John, better call Mrs.W, tell her what’s going on.”

John dialed up whoever Mrs.W was and turned to face the far wall for privacy. Which wasn’t really that private since they were trapped in an elevator. You caught sight of his firm backside and did a double take. Following along his waist up to his shoulders where his t-shirt was stretched taut by the muscles in his back, curving over his shoulders and hugging the muscles in his arms. He had a nice swimmers body type. Your stomach flipped and you snapped your head away.

You tried to focus on playing on your phone instead, looking at the time. Only five minutes had passed. Everything was being handled right? They’d be out in fifteen minutes tops, right? You took a deep breath and jammed your hands in your pockets hoping the rescue would come fast.

Twenty more minutes went by and Peggy’s voice finally came back. “Hello ma’am?”

You rushed up to talk near the mic. Not that you needed to but it felt awkward just talking into air. “I’m here.”

“It’s going to be a little longer than we thought. Seems there a computer malfunction and we have to get the tech guys. It’ll be awhile.”

“Peggy?” You waited for her to reply but got nothing. “Peggy! How long is awhile?”

“I’d say at least an hour or two. However, traffic is pretty bad today. Could be three.”

“Three hours!”

“Sorry ma’am. You got company or are you by yourself?”

You looked at the two boys. “There’s two other people in here with me. But don’t you have cameras?”

“Yep, but they’ve been out of order for weeks now. Some parts on back order. Always something isn’t it?” she laughed.

You on the other hand didn’t feel like laughing one bit. You backed up to the elevator’s wall and dropped to the floor, looking at the small square you were trapped in. The walls were closing in, seeming to get thinner. Three hours. You would have to sit here for three whole hours at the least. The events of the day hitting you like a ton of bricks.

You buried your face in your hands and that’s when the flood gates broke. A slow trickle at first, until both eyes gushed salty tears and you sat there sobbing into your hurt hands.

“Hey now. Being in an elevator with the two of us isn’t all that bad, is it?” said a voice from the other side of the room.

You gave sniffle, peeking between the strands of hair that cascaded in front of your eyes. The tall one in the corner had sat down as well and was scooting up closer to you. Oh my gosh!

You had finally reached rock bottom, crying your eyes out in a elevator in front of two hot guys. Squeezing your eyes tight and hiding your face more, wishing you could just disappear.

“Are you okay,” he asked, gently touching your leg and quickly looked up. You saw his deep brown eyes and freckles staring at you, through those sweet dark lashes, worried. “We won’t be in here forever you know.”

You shook your head. “It’s not that.”

You pulled up the text from Sam, holding it out for the stranger to see.

“Holy shit.” He gave your leg a firm squeeze. “I’m so sorry. That sucks and today of all days.”

“What sucks?” Alex knelt down next to them and freckles showed him the phone. “Woah. That’s a crappy way to start the day, huh?”

“You have no idea,” you said, telling them about the rest of your morning.

“So that’s the reason you weren’t wearing shoes. I’m Alex by the way and this big lug is John. We deliver for the florist not too far from here to help out with college expenses.”

“(Y/N). I work in the building. Shouldn’t you have classes now?”

“Yeah, but we’re skipping because we make a shit-ton of cash on Valentine’s Day.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “I bet.”

Alex’s eyebrows creased. “Listen, don’t worry about that Sam-I-Am guy. You got it goin’ on and deserve way better than that ass.”

You blushed, never could take a compliment.

“I couldn’t take my eyes off you when you first walked in and I was so nervous when you caught me.”

“Stop it,” You giggled. “But thanks.”

“I have an idea,” said John, his eyes sparkling with playfulness.

“This guy has the best ideas.”

“Let’s see what Miss floor 60 has in one of her baskets?”

“No way! We can’t do that!” You protested.

“Don’t worry about it,” said John, waving you off.

“She has most of the cart. Besides our boss will give the guy a refund. Say it was a delivery problem because of an elevator problem. Which is technically right.” He smiled, sporting two dimples on either side of his smile. He must of got a lot of tips with that smile.

“She must be a pret-ty busy woman,” said John with a huge grin.

You looked at the cart full of sweets and swallowed. Then you looked at the two men across from you, heat traveling down your body. You decided to ignore it by fiddling with your skirt.

Alex jumped up and walked over to the cart, scanning over the gifts that Miss 60 received. “This one.” He held up a basket. There was nothing special or fancy about the packaging. It appears to be the simplest one. “No card and nothing special about it, she’ll never notice it’s gone.”

The two guys ripped open the basket packaging like kids on Christmas. You shook your head as they pulled out some of the stuff inside.

John picked up a bottle of champagne from the basket. “Looks like we have something to drink!” He tore off the gold wrapping and popped the cork with ease. The basket didn’t include glasses, so the three of you had to make do without. John held out the bottle to you. “Ladies first, of course.”

You took it and raised it up. “Cheers and Happy Valentine’s Day to us.”

Putting the bottle to your mouth and letting the liquid glide down your throat. You passed it off to John, brushing fingertips in the exchange. Pleasure tingled between your legs. Your eyes met and a slow smile curved his lips making your nipples tighten. What was happening? You had gotten dumped, then two guys come along, and you were all in an extremely enclosed space.

John took three swigs, licking his lips as he looked at you, and then handed the bottle to Alex, who pulled out a box of chocolates. “Anyone up for some free chocolate?”

“Yes please.” You raised your hand. Finally you’d get some food in you.

Alex was about to pass the box to you but John put a hand in front to stop him. He leaned over and whispered something in Alex’s ear. You couldn’t hear but Alex nodded and grinned as they whispered to each other, then they turned to you.

“Sooo, you can have a chocolate, but you have to close your eyes.” Alex stated with a waggle of his brows. Suddenly the temperature seemed to spike as your mouth went dry.

“What the—? No way I’m closing my eyes.” You crossed your arms and leaned back against wall, trying hard to ignore the waves of excitement that flooded your body.

“Come on. Live a little.” John dangled piece of chocolate in front of your face.

“You. Are. So. Bad.” You bit your lip. “Give me that champagne.”

You held out your palm and Alex passed the bottle to you. Wrapping your lips around the bottle and gulping down two more mouthfuls.

“What’s wrong with being bad?” asked John innocently, popping a chocolate into his mouth. “Makes games more fun and if you don’t like our game, you can stop. Cross my heart and hope to die.”

John crossed the left side of his chest, making you wonder what his chest looked like under that fitted t-shirt and your heart sped up.

“But I must give you a word of warning, we’ve never met anyone that hasn’t appreciated any one of our games~”

You could feel the wetness between your legs grow. Head swimming with all your ideas of what kind of games these two wanted to play? “So you two often play games together?”

A smile spread across John’s freckled face, knowing what was running through your mind. “Only with the special ones.”

You followed the length of John’s body as he stretched out in front of you, admiring the way his shirt curved over his arms and clung to the tight body, how the denim of his jeans placed low on his waist and your eyes nearly popped out at the bulge straining in his pants. A rush of electricity surged through you as your eyes darted back to his cute face. “A-And you’re considering me special?”

“Today, we want to treat you like a Queen,” said Alex as he sat up on his heels.

Too excited, you couldn’t resist anymore. “So, what do I have to do?”

“While your eyes are closed, you have to guess the right flavor inside of the chocolate,” replied John nonchalantly.

“What do I get if I’m right?”

“Heh… if you’re right, Alex or I, depending on who you got the chocolate from, will have to take off an article of clothing. But… if you’re wrong… you do.” John smiled again like before, like he knew just how hard you wanted him. By chance, he moved his hand to adjust himself and your eyes carefully eying his body and movements.

Alex leaned over, closer to you and grabbing the champagne bottle that sat in your lap and took a gulp. The air suddenly became heated as the three of you sat there and looked from one to another. You couldn’t believe you were doing this!

You were about to play strip chocolate game with probably the most attractive guys you’d ever been in a room with. Your vanilla sex life was about to end.

You took a deep breath to try and calm yourself. “Okay, I’ll play.”

“Sweet,” Alex exclaimed and sat up straight.

“Me first,” said John, grabbing a chocolate and crawling over to you on his knees holding the piece of chocolate in one hand. “Now, close your eyes.”

You couldn’t hide your blush, closing your eyes tightly and waiting to feel the chocolate on your lips. You felt the pressure of something smooth along your lips and opened your mouth, tasting the minty richness of chocolate on your taste buds as the small piece entered your mouth followed by the touch of soft warm lips on yours. John’s lips. He had bitten off half of the chocolate and given you the other half. The chocolate began to melt in your mouth as his lips lingered on yours and his body hovered over you. Your body trembling from just one teeny kiss.

You opened your eyes as John backed away, his eyes half-libbed and swimming with desire. “So, what flavor?”

“…what?…” Oh, right, you had to guess the flavor. You chewed and swallowed the rest of tasty treat. “Easy one. Mint.”

John grinned. “That’s right.”

He wasted no time pulling off his t-shirt. You lost all ability to function. He was slender but his abdominal muscle clearly defined. You just wanted to reach out and brush your fingertips along in his slim frame.

You watched as his eyes flickered down to your chest and back to your face. That’s when you realized the show you were giving the two of them the entire time. Your nipples were tiny mountains against the soft fabric of your thin bra since you rejected the one with padding this morning and they had made their presence know under your red silk blouse.

You snatched the champagne away from Alex. You had a desire to just pour it over John’s chest and lick off every yummy drop but pushed that idea away.

“Time for my shot,” sung Alex already in front of you, the chocolate between his teeth.

“You are nonstop,” You said, wiping some champagne from the side of your mouth.

He pulled the chocolate out of his mouth with his fingers. “Yep, I’ve been told that a few times. Now, close your eyes.”

You closed your eyes again but secretly peeked a bit, watching as Alex crawled up to you and raised his face up to yours, delicately sliding his hands up the back of your head and tangling his fingers in your hair. He was floating so close that you could feel the heat radiating off his body on yours. Shit, he was so sexy. You felt like you were losing your mind. You were so turned on that you just wanted to jump the two boys and eat them up like chocolate.

Alex finally pressed his lips to yours, sliding the chocolate into your mouth. Soft. Creamy. Delicate. Alex plunged his tongue in afterward and crushed a kiss against your mouth, leaving you hot and breathless. He pulled away, his eyes darkened with lust.

“What did you think?”

Your cheeks were still burning from the kiss, but you managed to respond. “Delectable. Cherry is one of my favorite flavors. You lose.”

John laughed. “She got you, man.”

Alex chuckled, looking you directly in the eyes as he pulled off his shirt without breaking contact. You caught a sniff of his body spray as he threw his shirt into the other corner. The scent filled your nose and you wanted it all over your body, covering you, him covering you. The throbbing between your legs intensified and the magnetic pull you felt from each man as they went back and forth was dizzying.

“Alright, alright, time for the second round and it’s going to get a lot harder.” John shook the box of chocolates in hand mixing them up.

Harder? That’s exactly what you wanted. “Prepare to lose.”

Alex grinned, peering into the box since John already chose his piece. “Confident, are you? Then how about this. Round two is double or nothing.”

The boys looked at you for approval.

“Why not,” you said with a shrug. “I’ve still got all my clothes on.”

“Okay, but I just want to make sure you’re good with this,” he said, his face and voice serious.

“Fellas, I am so good with this right now you couldn’t comprehend it.”

Alex beamed. “Double or nothing then.”

John placed the chocolate between his pearly whites and began to crawl toward you except this time you decided to meet him halfway. You faced each other on your knees, leaning up and biting off half of the chocolate in his mouth. You sucked the piece into your mouth and let it melt on your tongue. John was right, it was harder. Peanut? Macadamia? Almond? Walnut? You weren’t really a fan of nuts, so you had no idea.

John leaned over to place a gentle kiss over your lips. Welcoming him, you threw your arms over his shoulders. Your tongues exploring each other’s mouths as his hands traveled down your back and pulled you close.

He pressed his hips into yours and the feel of his cock against you almost cost you the game. The friction between your thighs was so much that you’d need release soon but they weren’t actually going to finish you off in the elevator, right?

John pulled away from the kiss but still kept his lips on yours.

“Flavor?” he asked, his lips against yours, his breath hot on your face. Your mind was to mushy to register for a second, feeling drunk on chocolate and kisses.


He cocked his half-smile again. “Nope. You. Lose.”

You went completely red. John didn’t back away and Alex didn’t look away. “A deal’s a deal, I guess.”

You couldn’t believe your were going to take your shirt off in an elevator. One by one you undid the simple buttons on your blouse, sliding it off your shoulders and letting it fall away. You were relieved that you wore a newer bra.

“That’s one piece,” you panted. John put his hands behind his back, looking like he couldn’t stop from touching you.

Now you could do the teasing. Unzipping your skirt, pushing it down your hips, pass your thighs, and to your knees. You looked at both of them noticing how they were intensely staring.

Standing back upright you faced John. “I still have another turn.”

Wordless, John moved to the side to let you pass. You looked at Alex who had placed the chocolate between his lips and patted his stomach, motioning you to straddle him. You rubbed your sweaty palms on your thighs, making them burn more. You situated yourself onto him and bit down on the chocolate. Leaning more onto Alex, pressing chest to chest, face to face, the boner beneath his jeans hard and protruding.

“Cinnamon,” you mumbled.


With you still on top, Alex slid off his pants and then his boxers. The only thing between you was the thin fabric of your panties that you were pretty sure are soaked by now due to the last round.

“So…um… who won?”

Alex got up to his knees and knelt in front of you. His hard cock, brushing against your thigh. You couldn’t help yourself, dropping your eyes to peek down, wanting to know what he’d been hiding. His slim physique did not do him justice!

So long and thick, you just wanted to reach out and stroke it, lick across the smooth skin and make him beg for more.

“Is there ever really a loser in stripping games?” John asked.

You laughed, shaking your head. Biting your lip, asking the question that weighed desperately on your mind.

“So… how far can the game go?”

Alex lifted your chin with an index finger. “As far as you want Queen (Y/N).”

"Why didn’t you say that in the first place! Game over!” You exclaimed, wrapping a hand around Alex’s cock and the other around his neck, plunging him into a deep kiss. He passionately kissed back, enveloping your mouth, tangling with your tongue. Then you felt the hands of someone else behind you.

John knelt behind you, kissing the tender area of your ear, sending currents of pleasure down your body.

“Which of us do you prefer? Have a favorite?” he asked.

You looked at him from over your shoulder. “I don’t know. It’s like asking me to choose between apple pie or cinnamon rolls. I just can’t. Do I have to pick?”

John pressed a kissed to your lips in reply. Feeling behind you, scrambling with trying to unbutton his jeans, anxious to get them off. Meanwhile, Alex quickly busied himself with your breasts. Taking off your bra, rolling your nipples between his fingers, licking at the hard buds, making sure to give them equal attention.

John finally removed his jeans and boxers, his cock sprung from the fabric prison and slid along your backside causing little waves of heat to follow. Reaching his hand around, he slipped two fingers into you.

“You are so wet.”

Your pussy felt like it was on fire. You moaned as John made little circles with his finger on your clit. Alex moved his head to take one of your breasts into his mouth, sucking and rolling it with his tongue. You arched against John as he stroked your slit and Alex played with your breasts.

“Fuck,” you grunted, grasping Alex’s shoulders for support, your pelvis bouncing on John’s hand.

John came out from behind you, placing his shirt on the floor and laying you on it.

“Have you ever been with two men before,” he asked lustfully.

“No,” you panted. Alex gently slid his jacket under your head and kissed the top of your nose as John placed himself between your legs. You shivered in anticipation.

He spread your legs wide and gave you a smile before burying his tongue in your fold. Fixing his mouth around your mound and plunging deep inside. You gasped and squirmed at the intense pleasure that blew through your body. Alex sucked on your bottom lip while John played with your pussy.

Moaning at how Alex devoured your mouth, while John plunged and greedily licked your folds and thrust his fingers inside you, slowly, achingly pumping in and out.

Spreading your legs more and arching your pelvis, you grabbed Alex by the neck and pulled his face to yours, twisting your hands in his dark locks. You were so close!

You felt the tension build up in your groin, desperately wanting relief. Pulling away from Alex’s mouth you moaned thirstily.


John popped his head up. “Trade places!”

Before you knew it John had spun you by the legs toward Alex. You quickly felt the warmth of Alex’s two smaller hands as he raised your hips up and pulled you against his skillful mouth. He vigorously devoured you again.

He moved faster and wilder than John, alternating between finger and tongue, between circles and broad strokes, up and down.

“Alex!” You bucked and screamed his name.

Your hips thrust up and you went for his head but John blocked with a passionate kiss, encasing you in his arms. You fell back trapped in John’s embrace. White haze appearing behind your eyelids as the tension built up in your stomach. Your body wiggling and breath completely out in short pants.

“Ahhh…” You moaned into John’s kiss.

John broke away. “Hold up. Not yet.”

Alex gave one more hard lick to your entrance before lifting his head. Panting you could only lay there and mewl.

“What?… No… don’t stop.”

John knelt in front of you, that familiar grin back on his face, his eyes drilling into you. “I saw you licking your lips earlier.”

His eyes flashed to his cock then back up to you.

Finally! Readily crawling closer to him on all fours, grasping his cock with both hands. You licked the salty cum from the tip, taking more into your mouth. His cock was big, one of the biggest ones you’ve ever had the pleasure of blowing so you couldn’t hold yourself back from working all the way down his length till he reached the back of your throat.

John’s head fell back, his eyes shut tight as he gave a carnal hiss. You mentally smiled to yourself. John tangled a hand in your hair and held your shoulder with the other as Alex placed himself next to you, his warm palms massaging your bare butt.

He positioned his cock at your entrance, gripping your waist, and thrusting inside you, finally filling you. You squealed around John’s cock, tongue circling the cock. Alex pumped in and out, rocking you back and forth on John’s cock. Alex picked up the pace and you sucked harder. Getting off on how you could give pleasure and get pleasure at the same time.

Alex hit that spot deep within you that sent a huge tremor of pleasure through you and made stars appear in your vision. To make it better Alex reached around and stroked your clit while he pounded into you. His hand moved rapidly and wildly. The three of you built up a thread of stress that was about to snap. HARD!

Airy grunts, gasps, and the sound of skin slapping on skin echoing in the cramped elevator. You were lost in the pleasure and passion of the moment.

John hardened his grip on your shoulder. “I’m going to come.”

You reached up and played with his balls, making his entire body shudder with a few more thrusts before discharging the salty warmth of his orgasm into your mouth. You still kept sucking eagerly on his cock, wanting to prolong the moment.

John pulled your hands up to his shoulders as Alex continued to finger your clit and fuck you from behind. The feeling getting stronger than any you had ever experienced before. Digging your fingers into John’s shoulders. You were going to come!

“Oh, hell yes!”

“I love to hear you say that,” Alex breathed heavily as he continued his motions. Your body began to tremble and tighten around his cock as he came inside you. Your body exploded like little tiny riffles that blew through your body, exploding in different directions, and everything else melting away.

When you came back, the three of you collapsed in a tangle of naked arms and legs and bodies.

John kissed your forehead and Alex kissed your neck.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” They said together.

You smiled and cuddled closer to them. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

John planted another kiss on your lips as Alex lightly smacked your ass.

You froze when static erupted from the speaker on the button panel.

“Hello Ma’am?”

You quickly got up. “Y—Yes?”

“Sorry for the wait. There was trouble fixing it. Luckily the fire department is on their way to get you guys out of there and will be there in a few.”

“A few!” The three of you jumped up. “Thanks a lot!”

Racing to put on your clothes already able hear the noises coming from above. Getting the last button on your shirt just as the scraping of metal on metal came from above.

The door in the elevator ceiling was being removed and a head poked itself through. You quickly checked yourself, making sure nothing looked off.

John and Alex were clothed but a little flushed and sweaty. Did you look as sweaty as them? John inched his way over to you and fixed the back of your skirt with that mischievous grin of his. You bit the inside of your cheek, desperately hoping that the fireman wouldn’t figure you out.

“Ladies go first. We’ll send down the ladder and you two help her on up, okay?”

“Yes sir,” they answered in unison.

The ladder came down and you looked to the both of them. No time to give them a proper good bye.

“You’re one special woman. That Sam guy is an absolute idiot,” said Alex raking a hand through his hair.

“Hope the rest of your day is fit for a Queen,” said John, swallowing and looking like he could go another ten rounds. You bit your lip, the tingling between your legs and grew damp again.

You kissed each of their hands and put one to each of their mouths.

“Thank you,” you mumbled. Turning and stepping on the first rung of the wiggly ladder. Alex and John placed hands on your hips to balance you as ascended. Making it up a few rungs before halting.

“Sorry!” You held up a finger. “I need minute,” You called up to the waiting fireman.

You hopped down and faced Alex and John. “I was just wondering if you two had any plans for the first week of June?”

The guys looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders, looking back at you curiously.

“Any chance you’re both interested in a summer vacation to Cali? I already have reservations for two…but since some asshole won’t be going anymore… I’m sure I can add one more. Maybe make up another game or two over there?”

“I’ll start packing,” said John. Excitement dancing in his beautiful brown eyes, knowing he was already starting to create new games in his mind.

“I prefer the right side of the bed,” commented Alex, a snarky grin sealing the deal.

“Perfect.” Sticking your business card in each of their back pockets, giving them both a slap on the ass while you were back there, and then made your way back up the ladder.

When you got out of the elevator shaft your boss was waiting for you to give you the rest of the day off. She must have felt bad for you and you weren’t going to refuse a day off. You headed back to the train station with a skip in your step, but not without stopping by a small cafe where you got the richest highest calorie counting coffee and pastry on the menu. You sat at table still shoeless, sipping and eating. Suddenly your phone went off.

You got a text from John and Alex, asking if you’d be interested in getting some drinks later tonight and meet some of their ‘friends’. Looks like your Valentine’s Day was just getting started.

Waves & City Lights

Part 1 - Part 2

genre: super sweet fluff
member: nct’s ten
word count: 3, 277

ALRIGHT SO this story will be in three parts! A part for each day of their vacation. I hope you like it, and make sure to see Part 2!

Originally posted by haechanz

  Why the hell did you have to come on this vacation? Although, could you complain? From the sunlight that shines off every dew soaked flower, to the light that emits from his eyes every time you stare too much. He made every place seem beautiful.

“Y/N, are you ready? Did you pack everything?”

You rolled your eyes. “Why would I pack when I don’t even want to go?”

She ran into the living room and
stomped her foot.
“You NEED to get packed! Are you seriously saying you haven’t packed at all yet?”

You stood and waved your hands in surrender. “Calm down, I’m done packing.”

A smile ran across your best friend’s face. “I’m so happy you’re going with us, Y/N! It’ll be so fun!”

Yeah, being a third wheel yet again.

   You loved your best friend Yeri, but she always liked dragging you on dates with the guy she’s been seeing, Jaehyun. He seemed like a nice guy and you believed he really cared for her, you just didn’t like always having to feel excluded from events they invited you too. You understood though, Yeri is very shy and wouldn’t feel as comfortable with certain things if you weren’t around. You loved her so you always grit your teeth for her sake, so she could feel better.

But this time, we were going to a little beach-y city and staying two nights, for Yeri and Jaehyun’s vacation They were idols and traveled a lot, but they loved making the best out of the time they had off, especially because they were together this time. When Yeri begged you to come, she promised she would pay for the separate hotel room, & you didn’t pass up the opportunity to go on vacation with hotel expenses paid.You felt it was weird to intrude on their couples vacation, but Yeri literally would NOT let you sit this one out. She was determined for you to go.

You brought your bags by the door, shortly after Yeri did too. You were gonna go on a long road trip. The weird thing was, usually Jaehyun comes and picks you guys up whenever you go somewhere, but this time you and Yeri were going in her car to the beach, and Jaehyun was going to the beach in his car, alone. That was strange considering those two LOVE being around each other. You’d think a 3 hour road trip would be heaven to those love birds.

“Hello? Are you ready to go?—-
You got everything packed right? & you know exactly how to get there?—
Okay, be safe! —
I love you too! Bye baby.”

  Yeri must have been on the phone with Jaehyun, you could tell by the gushiness, and huge smile on her face when she turned around to tell you it was time to get on the road.

  You got in the car and listened to your favorite bands, danced and giggled with your best friend. You loved her, and the moments you shared together. You knew that was why you always let her drag you into dates with her and Jaehyun, but it was worth it. You always got to see her genuinely happy when Jaehyun was around her, and you couldn’t ask for a better sight. At one point in the drive, she turned the music all the way down and became very serious.



“We’ll be there in a few minutes, but I have to ask you something first.”

“Yes Yeri?”

“Do you believe in love at first sight?”

“Maybe, why?”

“If you could see someone, and just automatically know they were right for you, would you try to be with them?”

“I mean when you put it that way, I guess.”

“Even if he wears a lot of earrings?”

You looked at her, and tilted your head in confusion “Huh?”

Yeri giggled. A sly smile had crept onto her lips “Nothing, don’t worry about it.”

You just shook your head and continued down the road. What was she talking about?

Soon you saw it, the beach. You could see each silky wave falling upon one another on the blue waters. That sight was soothing, and the salty smell made you picture a tropical paradise. Maybe this wasn’t too bad, you needed a break from reality.

Only if you knew, you’ll never be living in a boring reality ever again.

The hotel you pulled up to looked really nice, considering Jaehyun and Yeri both paid for it, idols who made tons of cash.

You got out of the car, and walked through the hotels doors. You waited patiently as Yeri checked in.


Yeri’s phone started ringing.
“Hold on Y/N, it’s Jaehyun.”

  She stepped outside and left you in the lobby alone. Why in the world did she have to step out when talking to Jaehyun? She literally dragged you right in the middle of their relationship all the time, what did she not want you to hear?

Oh well, that’s her life.

Shortly afterwards she walked back in, with same goofy smile she always wore after talking to Jaehyun.

“Alright! Jaehyun said he had to pick something up, and won’t head to the hotel until later. Let’s drop our bags off and go ahead to dinner, I’m starving!”

You agreed quickly, a little shocked she went this long without Jaehyun.

“So Jaehyun will meet us there?” You asked.

She nodded.

  You went to up to the hotel rooms. They were located on the 31st floor, which was absolutely crazy to you. You entered your room, that of which was right next to Yeri and Jaehyun’s room. It had one bed, and a huge window that looked over the whole city. You could see the beach so clearly in all its glory. You looked out the window, mesmerized.

“You should see the city like this at night, the lights cascading off the waters are my favorite part of vacation.” Yeri said, leaning on the door frame.

“- I can’t wait to show it to Jaehyun.” She continued. You smiled at her.

“You really love him, huh?” You asked.

She nodded, the goofiest, blushy-smile on her face.

You always wondered what is what like to love someone, the way Yeri loved Jaehyun.

You put on your dinner attire, and you were ready to head out. You knew Yeri would want to eat somewhere fancy, so you wore a silky red dress, tight enough to show off your curves, and flatter your body perfectly. Your hair was pulled into a messy updo, and Yeri had done your makeup beautifully. Usually you wouldn’t do this much, but Yeri kept pushing you to look your best. She wore a pretty dress as well, and she looked beautiful. You always knew she was the prettier one out of you two, you never tried to compete, she always looked flawless.

No wonder she had a boyfriend and you didn’t

Yeri literally pushed you out the door, and you two headed to the dinner.

Once you entered the restaurant, you could tell is was very high class and fancy.
You sat at a table set with four place settings.

“Yeri did you make these reservations?”


“They must’ve been mistaken though, it’s only us three right.”

A sneaky smile crept over her face, but she stayed quiet.


You were cut short as Jaehyun walked up behind Yeri, grabbing her shoulders gently and leaning down to kiss her cheek.

“Sorry if we’re late.” He said.

“We’re?”  You thought.

“No you’re just in time!” Yeri said happily.

   Jaehyun took the seat next to Yeri, leaving only a seat between you and Jaehyun. Shortly after Jaehyun sat down, another boy approached the table, grabbing the empty seat next to you.

He sat down, and you both looked at each other in shock.

“Who is this?” You both said at the same time.

Yeri and Jaehyun started giggling.

“Y/N” Jaehyun said. “Meet Chittaphon.”

   You looked at him. Honestly, he was really beautiful. He had silky black hair that fell unto his forehead, played with by his eyelashes every time he blinked. His lips were blush pink, and his eyes shined against every light in the room.

You examined every feature of his as he stared at you.

“-And Ten.” Yeri said. “This is my best friend, Y/N.”

His confused look faded as he reached out for your hand.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” He said. You gave him your hand to shake it, only instead he brought it to his lips and kissed your knuckles. You pulled away quickly.

What the-?

“N-Nice to meet you too.” You said unsure.

You turned to Yeri.

“But what is he doing here? I though it was just us three?”

Ten looked at you shocked.

“Jaehyun told me it’d just be me, him and his girlfriend.”

Jaehyun and Yeri looked at one another.

“You caught us.” They said.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“You’ll find out soon enough.” Yeri said, sipping her drink and glaring back to Jaehyun.

Ten smiled at them, and then turned to you. His smile was so pretty, his lips and teeth were so perfect. Everything about him seemed so unimaginably beautiful.

Ten rested his head on his hand and faced you. “Y/N.” He said.

“Y-Yes, Chittaphon?”

“No no no! Call me Ten.” He said smiling, waving his other hand.

“Alright, Ten?”

“I liked it when you said Chittaphon though, so cute and innocent. Do it again.”

You looked at him like he had a tree growing out the top of his head, and ignored his comment.

“But wait” he continued. “Tell me something about yourself.”

“Like?” you said, barely interested as you began examining your menu.

“Your favorite color?”

You stared at him again, he was smiling, and looking into your eyes, waiting for your answer.
You looked back down when he noticed your gaze, and smiled at you.

“Blue, I guess.” You answered finally.

“Blue is a calming color, reminds me of the soothing sight of waves, or clouds moving across a sky.”

“Excuse me.” You said turning towards him.
“I don’t really like small talk, and I think I know what’s going on here.”

He tilted his head at you in confusion, like a cute puppy. You shook that thought out of your mind though, as you continued.

“- I guess Yeri and Jaehyun were trying to set us up, but that won’t happen. I came here for my friend, and for her only. Can i just please ask you to not stand in the way of my having a good time?”

“Sure thing.” He said with a smirk resting on his face.

“Y/N, will you come to the bathroom with me?” Yeri basically yelled at you across the table.
She walked around the table and grabbed your wrist, pulling you across the restaurant.

She was about to speak, before you started.

“Yeri, what the hell is this?”

“I know you’re upset, but he’s a good guy, and you should give him a chance.”


“Because you’re always there for me, and you deserve to experience what loving a significant other feels like. You don’t deserve to be alone all the time. You don’t have to be.”

“Yeri, if I want a person in my life I will find them on my own.”

“Just have a real conversation with him. The moment I met him, I felt as if he was someone that could handle you.”

“‘Handle me?’” You asked, arms crossed.

“This temper of yours, yes. Look over there.” She said, pointing to the boys at our table. “-You just shut him down, without even knowing if he was hitting on you or not. Yet he still sits there, in that seat beside yours, smiling. If I would’ve said something like that to Jaehyun, even he would’ve stormed off and left.”

You stared at the boy, she was right. He was smiling and laughing with Jaehyun. Like he had not a worry in the world. And such a pretty smile.

“Give it a shot, for me?” Yeri asked.

You huffed in response to her question.

“Great.” She replied.

You sat back down at the table, next to Ten he didn’t look at you this time. He was too busy reading the wine list.

Wine list.

“Waiter!” You called. “May I have a glass of wine?”

That night you drank so much wine that the room begun to spin.
How did you get in this predicament? On vacation with your best friend and her boyfriend, and some boy she found that she automatically chose
to be your soulmate? Like, she doesn’t get a say on who you have interest in.

You remember her words “Give it a shot, for me?”

Really funny. Seems like everything you do is for her.

And to that you took another sip.

Ten finished his dinner and looked over to you in concern.

“Y/N, are you feeling okay?”

You hiccup in response and gave him a dirty look.

He chuckled at the angry, drunk expression you gave him, and called to Yeri.

“Yeri, I think Y/N had a little too much to drink.”

Ten could see sweat beads forming on your forehead. He motioned forward to touch your forehead, and check to see if you were getting a fever.

Once you saw his hand coming towards your head, you slapped it away.

“Don’t touch me, I’m famous.” You basically yelled. He giggled at you again.

“Whatever you say, princess.”

“It’s time to get to the hotel anyway.” Yeri said, sighing.

Yeri hurried over to your seat. “Can you stand Y/N, we have to get to my car.”

Once your feet touched the ground, your weight pushed down on your knees, and you fell to the floor.

Ten caught you before you took Yeri down with you.

“She can’t stand.” He said.
“I’ll take her.”

“Wait what?” Yeri said.

“You and Jaehyun take your car, I’ll take Jaehyun’s and get her to the hotel.”

Yeri smiled slightly and responded in a low voice. “Alright.”

“Alright, let’s see. Can you lean on me & walk?”

You stood up and leaned on Ten, only to instantly slide back down to the floor.

“You’re gonna be a handful, huh?”

You looked up at him, your hand holding your head up.

“Does your head hurt?”

You shook your head yes, eyes closed.

Then you felt yourself get lifted into the air, you opened your eyes to see Ten holding you, carrying you out the restaurant, princess style.

“T-Ten?” You said, in a groggy, pained voice.

“I’m sorry your head hurts, Y/N.” He said smiling down at you. “I’ll get you in bed soon though, then you can sleep this off.”

Sleep. That sounded amazing about now.

You nodded your head, and Ten noticed that you were snuggling into his chest now as he carried you.

“You really are just a little princess, aren’t you?”

Ten sat you down in the front seat of the car. You sat with your knees tucked to your chest, head laying atop your knees. Ten began to drive, and you couldn’t sleep because the bumps on the road, and busy street noise made your head hurt more. You looked out the window at the lights.

“H-hey Tennnnnnnnn.” You said, playfully.

Keep in mind, you’re still drunk.

“Yessssssssss?” He responded.

“There’s something I wanna tell you, and show you.”

“Oh really? What’s that?” He said, entertaining your drunk outbursts.

“The city lights, they are..”

You paused and Ten awaited your response.

He tried to help you continue. “They are?”

“I forgot, but I’ll tell you later.”

He smiled. “I’ll be looking forward to it.”

“BUT It’s a secret!” You shouted, putting a finger up to your lips.

“Yes ma'am, it’ll be our secret.”


You examined Ten’s side profile as he drove, his eyes focused on the road. Then you saw how the city lights reflected off his earrings. So many earrings.


So that’s what Yeri was talking about on the ride here.

Once you went up to the rooms, Yeri and Jaehyun walked out of their room.

You sobered up real quick when you realized what was happening.

Yeri looked like she was going to jump out of her skin when she saw Ten carrying you like this. She had the biggest smile across her face.

But that wasn’t the part that you were worried about.

“Wow, t-thank you so much Ten!” She said.

She then handed him something.

“Here are you and Y/N’s room keys, Jaehyun went to bring your stuff up to the room. Just get her in bed for me, please.”

You and Y/N’s room keys?!?!

You looked up at Ten, he held the keys, looking just as surprised as you felt.

His surprised expression left soon though, as he opened the hotel door, and brought you in. He laid you down on the bed.

You stared down at him as he took off your heels and your jewelry, placing them on the table beside you. Then helped you put your legs under the covers. He tucked you in, and brushed the hair away from your eyes.

“I guess we’re room mates for two nights.” He whispered

“-Welcome home honey.” He continued in a sarcastic tone, followed by a soft smile as he watched your eyes flutter shut.

Then, you fell asleep.

The sun light pouring in from the large window drew you out of your slumber. You rubbed your eyes, and examined your hands to see makeup left behind.

Did you sleep in your makeup?

You moved the cover to see you were still in your red dress.
Then you remembered last nights events.

What the fuck.

You were a drunk mess, and a burden on your friends. How could you be so reckless? You hid your face in your hands then remembered.

Is it true that you and Ten are sharing a hotel room?

You looked around, but he was nowhere to be found. There was only a little pallet made on the floor, out of blankets and pillows.

There was only one bed in the room and it is very big, why did he sleep on the floor?

Maybe because I was rude to him? He was scared to crawl in the same bed as me because he thought I would get angry.

Or maybe it was just out respect? He was gentlemen-like, and letting you take the bed.

You felt awful, he went through hell, dealing with your drunken state yesterday, and he felt he wasn’t able to sleep on the bed with you. How did you make this man do all this for you, then have him sleep on the ground?

“I have to go apologize..” You said to yourself. You knew you did.

You decided to take a shower first. You walked to the bathroom in your hotel room, and opened the door. There you found a bag on the sink. It had a toothbrush, toothpaste, a brush, deodorant- this must Ten’s. He must have already gotten ready and headed out.

You were a little disappointed that he had already left, you wanted to thank him and apologize. Quite frankly, you just wanted to see him again.

You took a shower, got dressed, brushed your teeth and did your hair. Once you were headed out the door you checked the time, and it was already afternoon.

Great, you wasted half the day sleeping through your hangover.

You decided to call Yeri.

“Y/N! You’re awake!” She said, ecstatic through the phone.

“Yep, hey I’m sorry about last night.” You said, sincerely.

“Don’t even worried about it! Is Ten there yet?”

“Huh? Where are you at?” You asked in confusion.

“Ten is supposed to be getting you and bringing you here.” She said

“Wait what-?” You were cut short by the knocking on your hotel door.

You opened the door, and what do you know-

“Hello, Y/N.” Ten said, playing with the back of his hair. “Are you ready to go?”

Do you wanna see the next day of Ten & Y/N’s bitter-sweet vacation? Part 2

Forever Plus a Thousand Years

A/N: A request from @peytonnation for a fluffy Spencer x Reader where they attend a wedding, and when they dance at the wedding, Spencer realizes he wants to marry her.


“You almost ready?” he called from your living room, where he’d sat nearly an hour ago after getting ready. “We’re gonna be late.”

Putting the final touches on your outfit, you chuckled slightly. He wasn’t used to you taking so long to get ready; it wasn’t really like you, except when it was a special occasion. And today was your best friend’s wedding. You’d known each other since you were kids and today she was marrying the man she’d been dating for the last six years. 

In order to avoid a feud with some of her other friends, which were much more petty than you could’ve ever been, she’d decided to only have family in the wedding party. That was fine by you anyway. Wedding’s were expensive and you didn’t have a ton of cash. But your mother had given you a handful of cash after selling some of her handmade crochet projects, so you decided to splurge on the perfect dress to wear. One you would definitely wear again. “I’m almost ready!” you called back, swiping on some lip gloss. “I just want to make sure everything looks perfect!”

“You always look perfect!” he called back. “Now hurry up!”

About 20 minutes later (what? considering this was your best friend’s wedding getting ready in under an hour was actually a miracle), you emerged from the bedroom. “You like?” you asked Spencer. He’d been looking at his phone when you came out of the bedroom and his mouth dropped when he looked up. 

“Wow…” he breathed, standing up from the couch and wiping his suddenly sweaty hands on his pants. He swallowed hard and reached out for your hand. “You look beautiful. You plan on wearing this somewhere else, right? Because I could look at you in this forever.” 

Stepping back, you twirled around, showing off the floor-length red evening dress. As you spun, the differing shades of red sparkled in front of his eyes, but of course they weren’t out sparkled by your own smile. Jewels radiated outward from the waist of the dress in all directions, disappearing as they diffused. On the top, there was one shoulder covered in red sheer chiffon. It was probably one of the nicest things you’d ever owned. You made a mental note to thank your mother again. “Anytime you have something for the Bureau I plan on wearing this,” you laughed, tilting his head back up toward you. “You don’t think it’s too much for a wedding?”

“Not at all,” he said. “The family will be looking at the bride, but I can guarantee I’ll be looking at someone else.” He blushed as he took in the full picture of you once more. “Ready? We don’t wanna be late.”


The ceremony was beautiful. Your best friend couldn’t keep the tears in her eyes while she was marrying the man she’s loved for so long. During the entire ceremony, you did your best to focus on your bestie, but you couldn’t help but notice how intently Spencer was focused on you. His hand wrapped around yours at the beginning of the ceremony, and by the end, you’d focused so much on each other, that right after the newly-wedded husband and wife kissed, you did the same. “Ready for the reception?” you asked. It wasn’t often that you got to dance with your boyfriend; he wasn’t a big fan. But given that he wouldn’t know anyone else at the reception but you, he’d be more comfortable letting loose.

After the cocktail hour, you made your way inside and took your seats, clapping incessantly as your friend made her way into the hall with her new husband. They danced to her favorite song, At Last by Etta James, for their first dance. Next, A Thousand Years by Christina Perri came on and the deejay invited any couples that wanted to join the newlyweds to do so. “Join me?” you asked, standing up and extending your hand. “I love this song.” You pouted a bit; he couldn’t resist that. 

With a few heavy steps, he followed you to the floor and pulled you in by your waist. You entwined your hands in his and moved as close as you could, resting your forehead against his as you swayed to the music. 

I have died everyday, waiting for you
Darling, don’t be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years
I’ll love you for a thousand more

At those words, he leaned in to take your lips in his. “I love you,” he said surprised - as if it was a revelation. 

“I know you do,” you chuckled. “I love you too.”

“No,” he swallowed, “I love you. Like forever, I love you. I wanna marry you.”

A small smiled formed at the corners of your lips. You were pretty sure that the blush of your cheeks matched your dress and lipstick. “Are you proposing to me?” you asked.

He shook his head. “No, I swear I’ll do it better than that.” You laughed. You would’ve said yes anyway. 

And all along I believed, I would find you
Time has brought your heart to me, I have loved you for a thousand years
I’ll love you for a thousand more

“And I know we’ve talked about it before,” he continued. “But I just realized that I don’t just want to get married, I want to marry you. I don’t know how I got lucky enough to have you walk into my life, but I know now that I never want to let you go.” His eyes were so wide you couldn’t help but laugh. You were pretty sure you could look at his face for the rest of your life.

As the song concluded, and everyone was told to return to their seats for dinner, you both stood there in each other’s arms. You hadn’t even noticed until your bestie came over. “Hey, babe,” she said, kissing your cheek. “Hey, Spencer. I didn’t think any two people could look more in love than Anthony and I right now, but I think you two might give us a run for our money.”

You made your way back to your seats. “So you think you can love me forever?” you asked.

“Forever, plus a thousand years.”

anonymous asked:

I told a woman she would need to go to customer service because I could tell she wanted a ton of cash back, out limit is $100 so she had singular items she wanted to purchase separate to get the max each time. She told me the last person who told her to do that got in trouble. I had to inform her I'm not someone who cares about getting in trouble. I had just gotten my til, I was giving her all my money.

anonymous asked:

Fluffy UF!Pap headcanons?:3 -K

( *I’m all about some Edgy fluff.  I’m really tempted to throw in some HC’s with him and Red, but I’ll save that for another time.)

UF!Papyrus– smoothing out those rough edges:   

Date nights are elaborate.  Edge is all about perfection, so he’s planned everything out to a T, and you’re on a strict schedule.  He’s going to throw a ton of cash around, but it’s all just to impress you.  He’s not above renting an entire restaurant out for dinner, and hopefully you tell him if you like music or performances because he’s buying tickets to everything he sees advertised.

He’s not used to being touched, so it takes him a while to be the one to initiate physical contact.  Before you started dating, you might end up sitting close enough to him on the couch that your side would touch his, and he’d slowly try to lean in toward you in order to feel more of your body against his.  

He likes his jaw and collar bone being touched.  It’s instantly blush-inducing. 

Once he gets comfortable enough, he’s a cuddler.  He’s definitely the big spoon; he wants you to be facing away from him so you can’t see how flustered he is, but he loves having his arms around you.  He regularly wants to tuck your head under his chin.  

His kisses are inexperienced, but passionate.  His fangs are probing, and despite the fact that it feels a little clumsy the first couple of make-out sessions, he exudes confidence and is a quick learner.  

He’s a hand-holder, but on the down-low.  PDA flusters him, but if you call him out on it, he’ll take it as a personal challenge and make out with you in front of everyone.

He takes your criticism to heart.  

He’s fiercely protective of you.

… And he really wants you to wear a collar.  

(*Oh, and here’s a parental HC I meant to list in that ask, but forgot: )

When his kid is in the toddler stages, Edge occasionally lets them sleep with him.  During the night, his shirt rides up and the kid frequently ends up with limbs wedged into Papyrus’s rib cage.
There was one occasion where Paps woke up and the kid was entirely inside his rib cage, and he freaked out.  

anonymous asked:

What do you think Chuuya or Aku would major in in uni? (I'm loving this uni AU stuff since grad school owns my soul for the next 271,590,351 years... OTL)

oof you’re in grad school fUCKTHAT i’ll pray for u

I’ve had multiple asks for this plus Chuuya/Akutagawa so I’m going to do them all on this one ^^, but I’m only including the members that are 18+ already. Kenji/Kyouka play different roles in my head in this AU.

[ Armed Detective Agency ]

{Bachelor of the Arts}
Explanation here

Kunikida {Law/Lawyer}
  - Would you ever want to argue with this man? With his strict ideals, organization skills, and angry voice Kunikida is set out to be one of the top prosecutors in all of Yokohama. He’s accidentally made his classmates tear up when correcting them (especially if they’re trying to say he’s wrong).  Dazai’s roommate.  

Atsushi {Psychology}
   - He struggles a bit with the more complicated classes but Atsushi is determined to help people fight off their demons considering he’s struggled with some for the majority of his life. He becomes a ball of stress during finals and then sleeps for a day and a half after his last one. Spends 70% of his nights at the library because Junichirou’s sister is loud AF.

Yosano {Medicine/Surgeon}
  - Steadiest hands in the entire college, badass beer-pong champion who can run the able till two am then go to an 8am class fresh AF smelling like coconuts. Attends all feminist rallies, top 2% of her class and tutors Atsushi in exchange for him letting her practice stitches on him (she uses numbing agents of course).

Ranpo {Forensics/Law}
   - Double major. Got into college at 16 and could have graduated at 19 if he didn’t sleep through 98% of his classes where attendance mattered. Convinced the dean to let him take his sweet-ass time so he can hang out with his childhood friend Yosano before she goes off to medical school. RA who lets kids get away with everything if he’s bribed with enough candy and soda.

Junichirou {Business}
   - Dreams of opening his own restaurant (but his sister insists on it being a family business). Weirdly chill during exam time but can’t do a group project without at least two panic attacks. Lives off campus with Atsushi. Has all morning classes so he can spend the rest of his day gaming.

[ Port Mafia ]

Chuuya {Sports Medicine}
   - Athlete scholarship—soccer & swimming. Literally plays every sport he can and works out every day. Doesn’t fuck with classes that start before noon. If he doesn’t make it as a star athlete he plans on getting a position with a soccer team and kicking their ass into world class champion status. He may be smol but he can kick everyone’s ass including the coach. Participates in underground boxing matches for fun, wins a shit ton of cash and throws parties on the weekend. Friends with everyone (except Dazai).

Akutagawa {Politics/Law}
   - Becoming a political consultant because Dazai mentioned it once back in high school. Top 2% of his class and only goes to parties when Chuuya literally drags him to one. Roommates with Atsushi freshman year—fought him three times over where the dishes go. Can’t handle his liquor but will kill a case of redbull to whip an assignment out of his ass four hours before it’s due. 


The homeless litter the streets. They’re everywhere. I can’t even walk from my car to the office without tripping over them. Someone should do something. I try to never look them in the eye. That’s how they trap you. Sad eyes, empty cup. Hell, with those pathetic looks, some of them probably bring home more than I do.

And now I see more of them with dogs. If you can’t afford to get yourself off the street, why the hell would you make a dog suffer with you? Probably for the pity factor, even if you can steel yourself to ignore the human, the dog will reel you in.

This morning, I accidentally made eye contact with one of them. His eyes were hollow, like someone had pulled all the brains out of his head and his eye sockets had caved in.

“Spare a buck?” His scratchy voice begged.

I stopped, even as I clenched my fist in my pocket, warding off guilt, repelling pity. “No.”

“We used to be somebody. Me and Sparky here, we used to be in the movies.”

I snorted, but I kept listening.

“We used to live in Hollywood, that’s out in California. He was in three different movies. Made a ton of cash.”

“Oh yeah? What happened, old man?”

His rheumy eyes squinted as he looked up at me. “I got sick. Docs and hospitals take a lot of money. Can you spare a ten, so I can get Sparky some proper dog food?”

“How do I know you won’t use it for booze?”

He looked mortified. “I’d rather starve myself than let Sparky here suffer.”

Thing was, I was starting to believe him. My hand unclenched just a little.

“Sparky, sit pretty for the gentleman.” His hands gave a signal.

“Very nice.” My hand opened further in my pocket, and I could feel the twenty I kept there for emergencies.

“Now show the nice man how you can dance.”

“Here.” My hand offered him the money before my brain knew what it was doing.

He grabbed it, quickly, and I could see the smallest amount of light enter his eyes. “Sparky, can you say thanks to the kind stranger?”

I couldn’t think of a thing to say, so I just fell back on my days in retail and told him, “Have a nice day.” I started walking again, calling myself a fool. A few steps later, I looked back and saw him sitting there all alone, with his imaginary dog. But just for a moment, I would have sworn I saw the shadow of a dog on the wall behind him. I was five minutes late, but I was smiling.

© 2017 Leland Dirks. If you liked this story, I’d be appreciative if you’d consider buying a book, too. Maybe Jimmy Mender and His Miracle Dog? It’s available here in print and Kindle editions: www.amazon.com/dp/B008QHXSC6/?tag=augiedocom-20

Harvest Moon AU - Zen Heart Events

Black Heart Event

Time: 12PM-6PM; Any season but Winter

Weather: Sunny

Location: Aurora Lake

[You walk into the bottom section of Aurora Lake, which lies south of the Moonlight Mine. Zen frequently can be found practicing the guitar by the lake’s shores, and you walks in on him doing so. He does not notice you at first, and you watch him practice while musical notes appear above his head.]

Zen: They think I’m crazy. ♪ My heartbeat goes up. ♫

Zen: Words cannot express my love for you! ♫♪

Zen: Did you – ack!

[An exclamation point appears above Zen’s head, and he stops playing as he notices you.]

Zen: <MC>, I didn’t see you out there! How long have you been listening?

Zen: …A while, huh? Well, I understand. It’s hard to ignore my alluring presence!

Zen: What brings you this far out of town? 

> [Choice 1] “It’s beautiful out. I wanted to take a walk.”

Zen: Ahh, isn’t it, though? The sound of the wind, the song of the birds, the smell of the flowers drifting on the breeze…

Zen: It’s enough to make a man feel alive, isn’t it?

Zen: Whenever I visit to the lake, I remember why I moved to Mystic Valley in the first place. The fresh air has a way of making my soul feel… clean.

Zen: I always come out here to practice. Would you like to listen for a while? I’ll play you something a bit more polished.

[You nod and walk over to sit by Zen. Go to [A]

> [Choice 2] “I wanted to see you, my darling Zenny-zen♥”

(Zen blushes)

Zen: Hahaha, wow! Are you a fan?

Zen: Jeez, I’m so lucky… someone as cute as you was looking for me?

Zen: Well, come on over. I’ll play you something a bit more polished.

[You nod and walk over to sit by Zen. Go to [A]

> [Choice 3] “I was headed to the mine, when I heard you playing…”

Zen: I guess you’d have to pass me if you wanted to get there, huh?

Zen: I’m surprised you go in there… but I guess there’s stuff you need in the dirt. Ores for your tools, minerals to sell…

Zen: It’s filled with monsters though, right? I hope you’re careful.

Zen: I’d hate to see someone as cute as you end up in the clinic.

Zen: How about you take a break and listen to me for a while? I’ll play you something a bit more polished.

Zen: Back-breaking labor can wait a few minutes, right?


[Zen plays another song, musical notes appearing above his head as he strums. When he’s finished, he looks to you.]

Zen: That’s one of the first songs I learned how to play. What do you think?

> [Choice 1] “It sounded really nice.”

(Zen +200)

Zen: Thank you! I practice every single day. I have to, if I’m ever going to be a success.

Zen: Well, at least…

[Go to [B]

> [Choice 2] “That’s one of the songs in the musical Dandelion, right?”

(Zen +500)

Zen: You’re right! It’s the opening number! Wow, how did you know?

Zen: You must really like musicals.

Zen: It’s always been my dream to be in a production of Dandelion. Or… well, any musical really, haha.

Zen: Singing, acting, being on stage – it’s my dream. And every day, I’m out here practicing until I can make my dream come true.

Zen: Well, at least…

[Go to [B]

> [Choice 3] “That’s not really the kind of music I like…”

(Zen -200)

Zen: O-oh, ahaha…

Zen: It’s from a musical, but I guess that sort of thing isn’t for everyone.

Zen: They’re what I love, though. Musicals.

Zen: There’s just about the singing and the dancing – I feel like you can really feel the heart and soul that the actors put into the production.

Zen: Well, at least…


Zen: That’s what I tell myself when it seems hard to keep going.

Zen: The road to stardom isn’t an easy one, and I’d be lying if I said it never got rough, but…

Zen: It’s a small price to pay for your dreams, huh?

Zen: I figure you’d understand, given that you took over that old farm-plot and all. It can’t be easy, and it also can’t have been a popular decision among your friends and family.

Zen: I mean, who decides to drop society and run off to become a farmer, anyway?

Zen: –Ah, sorry! Don’t take that the wrong way. I meant it as a compliment.

Zen: My family… wanted me to be plain. Dull. Boring. To just follow along with the crowd, and to be exactly like everyone else.

Zen: I know what you’re thinking! With a face like mine, how could I be destined for anything but show business?

Zen: …But, to them, what was most important… was being normal.

Zen: So anyone who forges their own path and carves their own destiny like you… well! I think that’s a pretty admirable person.

Zen: Anyway, sorry for keeping you. I’m sure you’re busy.

Zen: Come see me any time, okay? ♥ I’m always happy to have an audience.


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Let’s see, finished my taxes and somehow I get a ton of cash money 💰 back! That year in Africa was helpful financially.

So me and the kiddos are going to play hard in LA for spring break. I found this LA Go pass, which includes Universal Studio, knots berry farm, Santa Monica pier, and a bunch of fun stuff. Can’t wait.

Chicken Piccata!

theotherguysride replied to your post “This is why I should never have forsaken Chicago cab drivers”

Airport camping lyft drivers are the worst though. I live near a major international airport so we have a LOT of Lyft drivers that camp there and they’re ALWAYS put out to come out to where I’m at for a six dollar fare. Like. Buddy. Pal. Listen. This is your job. Do your job. Do not make eye contact or ask me anything that is not ‘where are you going’. The drivers that don’t camp the airport? They’re all great.

It seems like the drivers who camp the airport should know where to sit so that they can get to the pickup point easily – it’s a very specific pickup point and it’s not like there’s a lot of traffic on the lane. And I mean, I’m a downtown fare so even with Lyft discount it’s a decent fare, they each lost a $24 fare. 

I know that rideshare drivers don’t necessarily make a ton of cash, and it’s kind of a dangerous job honestly. I feel them. But I’m also not comfortable riding with someone who just asked me to break the rules at an airport, and I’m gonna cancel that ride because I’m not cool riding with someone who’s pissed at me because I made them come to me.

It’s tough. I want to show solidarity with the cab drivers (and also I kinda think the rise of rideshare has to do with some racism/anti-immigrant sentiment on the part of some riders) but I also know most of the rideshare drivers are fuckin’ broke as I am and trying to make a buck too. 

I feel like Lyft needs to roll out something airport-specific where the drivers can just line up and you can request a driver by their license plate number when you see it. Like, you look at the car, you say “I’m at a Lyft Stand and taking this one.”

tauntedoctopuses replied to your post “This is why I should never have forsaken Chicago cab drivers”

As a Lyft driver, wtf that is not how you no.

Yeah, it feels like two in a row is gonna cause some image issues. I went to Lyft’s feedback page and let them know, because it sounds like it’s maybe time for Lyft to put out some kind of “hey remember that’s illegal and you’re at an airport so maybe NO” message to its drivers. 

memprime replied to your post “This is why I should never have forsaken Chicago cab drivers”

What, you didn’t take the CTA train home? :D

Not when the company’s paying for it :D Normally I would, but it was late-ish combined with the fact that my company was covering transit costs….


At SDCC recently I kept seeing hordes of people waiting packed behind ropes at hotels and things in areas labeled “Rideshare Pickup” when there was a line of six empty taxis 30 feet away.

I think maybe some people are intimidated and aren’t sure if they know how to cab right. A lot of the people waiting in the Lyft/Uber pen seemed to not realize that if they walked a few yards and waved they could just get into a car. And with variable pricing it was probably way cheaper.

Some of it may be that, but there are other factors too. I don’t know if it’s the case in SoCal but unlike Chicago, many places don’t have regulations insisting that cab drivers have functional card machines, so if you don’t carry cash (and a surplus because you don’t know the fare) getting a cab can be hard. Also, while surge pricing can cause a variance in this, I know that for me at least Lyft is almost always much less expensive than a cab – for example, my Lyft fare home last night would have been $30 with a generous tip, and I know from experience that a cab home will be MINIMUM $40 before a tip. Plus the certainty of knowing what you’ll pay can be nice – in Chicago, because cab fare is determined by both distance and time, if your cab hits traffic, you pay more. And if your cab gets lost and drives around for ten minutes getting found again, there’s no reasonable way to knock that off the fare short of haggling with the driver, which can be unpleasant. 

In the best world, I think, the cab companies would operate physically/financially like they do now, but digitally like Lyfts – you summon one with your phone, you know the price you’ll pay (or at least within a margin of it), and the driver knows where you’re going. And for a while there were apps that would function along these lines, but the cab drivers and companies were so slow to adapt that Lyft and Uber scooped them. 


Leave it to Nia to make a full livestream asking her fans and friends which of the 4 dresses she should wear for her birthday just to end up wear 3 of them😂😂😂.

But for real she got all this free stuff from all these brands and probably made tons of cash promoting them. I need to find a way to make this type of money on my birthday too.

what boggles my mind about this whole Great Comet Scandal is that everyone complaining literally doesn’t know how running a broadway show works 

yeah, hamilton was a big thing but as we saw with amelie the musical (which closed very soon despite having phillipa) the only people who could probably sell a show on their name alone is lin and maybe even leslie and as much as i love oak (and i do i love him he’s great) he doesn’t have a big enough name to sell a very expensive and very weird musical that isn’t your typical tourist bait 

and of course it shouldn’t be this way and in a perfect world he would be able to play pierre for as long as he wanted to because he’s fantastic and i hear he’s amazing as pierre but nowadays that just isn’t the case anymore (with a few exceptions) 

mandy patinkin would have literally brought in a shit ton of cash before the mysterious sept. 3rd person came in and kept the showing running but now there’s a very good chance that this very amazing musical is going to close before then and you know what? i’m upset about this. i love this musical and i love the catharsis that i got from it and i love how clever and brilliant and innovative it is and i’m sad that it’s gonna close sooner rather than later 

bringing in mandy to take over for oak was about money and money alone and it took everyone way too long to realize this 

but we did save indecent so maybe great comet can be saved too 


-Suga packing enough sunscreen to cover three whole families

-Daichi and Suga arguing over directions while Asahi cowers helplessly in the back seat

-Daichi and Suga continue to argue at the gas station while Suga holds an oversized map

-them getting back onto the road and realizing 20 minutes later that they left Asahi back at the convenience store


-Suga having an Adele level singing voice, Daichi being tone deaf and Asahi smiling while quietly singing

-them arriving at a motel at 3 a.m and all sleeping in the same bed cuz they’re too burnt out to care


-Asahi forgetting his toothbrush and having to survive on breath mints and gum for the first couple days

-Suga and Asahi taking a ton of selfies with Daichi when he falls asleep during the drive

-Suga having a fuck ton of cash saved up solely for the purpose of souvenirs

-Suga and Daichi subtlety teaming up to make sure Asahi has a good time and actually relax for once

-The three of them sitting on the car roof and eating junk food at like 2 a.m and just having a really great time in each other’s prescense