gO AHEAD AS YOU WASTE YOUR DAYS WITH THINKING

Craigslist jerk gets what's coming to him.

So here’s the story of this one individual who really got to me a few years ago.

I see an item posted online and decide to make an offer, and it goes like below. And any text below written in between parentheses is just extra story info, not actual exchanged info.

Me: Hi, is your item still available?

Seller: Yeah I still have it.

(BTW, I think the item was posted for like $150)

Me: OK, would you take $140 for it? (Which is only $10 off and I certainly wasn’t going to meet up with a less than agreed upon amount)

Seller: Sure, can you meet me at Town Center right now? (Which is halfway across town 50 minutes away)

Me: OK, I’m on my way. Thank you!

Seller: Sure, I’ll see you soon.

Me: OK I’m here, are you close?

(So I get there and I’m waiting for over 40 minutes, and I still haven’t received a text back from this guy)

(A few minutes later I receive the following text)

Seller: Hey, I hope you wasted your gas and time. That’s what you get for lowballing me.

End.

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Don’t Change A Thing, Darlin’

Intro: I know I just posted one for Spock Week, but this one kinda just started to flow out of me (getting my mojo back, yay!) so here is another fic for you!  This one is for Bones week for Trek Fest 2017!  Hosted by the always lovely @outside-the-government - I was late on the Spock fic but not for this one yay!

This is also a request that came from @stucked82:

Hi, I have a request, McCoy x plus size reader, she thinks he’s not interested in her because of the words he said on the first Star Trek movie of Dr. Marcus, she’s the opposite of her, dark short hair, tall, curvy and strong, she could be the combat trainer of the Enterprise maybe? It would be great! Thanks!! Fluff or smut or whatever. 

I know I messaged you about going in a darker, more angsty route, and I wrote most of that, but it didn’t feel right, and I felt like I needed to write something fluffy.  So I did.  

Pairing: Bones x plus size!reader

Word Count: 3,456 (damnit can I not keep anything short anymore!!!)

Warnings: A little self-deprication, some swearing, mention of a past emotionally abusive relationship, used the word “darlin’” way too many times.

Summary: You have been transferred to the Enterprise to work as a combat trainer, and are quickly introduced to Dr. McCoy when he is in one of your classes.  Quickly developing a crush on the handsome doctor (who wouldn’t?), you feel like the flirting is going well until you see him flirting with Dr. Marcus. Were you wrong about him?  Could he ever love somebody like you?

A/N: Not a big fan of writing specifically for a plus-size reader, but I thought this one turned out pretty well - didn’t want to go too deep into insecurities or anything, but they are in there. 

-Enjoy!-

“Hey dude?  Can you hear me?” You nearly shouted as you knelt over a dark-haired man that had just taken a hard hit in your combat training class. 

“Wha-?” The man’s eyes slowly flickered open, and he brought his hand up to rub at his eye, groaning, “What happened?”

“That idiot back there didn’t know how to properly throw an elbow strike and knocked you flat.” You jerked your thumb at the covering curly-haired blonde, who gave a sheepish finger-wave. 

“Damnit, Chekov.” The man grunted and moved to sit up, emitting a series of groans and a string of curses, including “too old for this shit”. 

“How long was I out?” He asked. 

“Maybe 30 seconds?  Do you want ice or something?”

He touched his cheekbone gingerly, then the back of his head, “Maybe. Probably should just head back to the medbay.”

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sentence starters; pvris - white noise
  • ❝ this isn’t violence. ❞
  • ❝ this is just a war in my head. ❞
  • ❝ don’t you try to run right now, cause baby i could burn you down. ❞
  • ❝ you make your way into my veins, course right through my limbs and dig your way into my brain. ❞
  • ❝ so when the second that you walk into a room, i can’t help myself from the things that you do. ❞
  • ❝ oh you’re killing me right now. ❞
  • ❝ i think it’s time you burn me down. ❞
  • ❝ i love the things we do, when it’s just me and you. ❞
  • ❝ you’re just a ghost of blissful feelings, a cloud of smoke that i keep breathing. ❞
  • ❝ i’m losing you to the games in my mind. ❞
  • ❝ don’t wanna open my eyes. ❞
  • ❝ i know it’s chemicals, that make me cling to you. ❞
  • ❝ and i need a miracle to get away from you. ❞
  • ❝ and i’m not spiritual but please stay, cause i think you’re a saint and i think you’re an angel. ❞
  • ❝ you give me something to talk about, that’s not the shit in my head. ❞
  • ❝ you’re a miracle. ❞
  • ❝ take in your chemicals. ❞
  • ❝ i gotta stay with you. ❞
  • ❝ and i’m not spiritual but please stay, cause you’re a glimpse of bliss a little taste of heaven. ❞
  • ❝ you give me something to think about, that’s not the shit in my head. ❞
  • ❝ i need a miracle to bring me back to you. ❞
  • ❝ i know you’re gone now but i still wait for you. ❞
  • ❝ who let you in? ❞
  • ❝ you walk around like you own the place. ❞
  • ❝ guess it was all my fault, i think i let you in. ❞
  • ❝ never thought that i would feel like this. ❞
  • ❝ such a mess when i’m in your presence, i’ve had enough think you’ve been making me sick, gotta get you outta my system. ❞
  • ❝ it’s my house, and i think it’s time to get out. ❞
  • ❝ it’s my soul, it isn’t yours anymore. ❞
  • ❝ but darling you can’t stay. ❞
  • ❝ haven’t you heard? i’m not yours anymore. ❞
  • ❝ yeah you’ve got it all, but you’ve got it all wrong. ❞
  • ❝ you’re a poor unfortunate soul. ❞
  • ❝ oh i know, you make it seem that you feel whole. so they don’t know, you’re a poor unfortunate soul. ❞
  • ❝ yeah you put on a faith facade, think you’re holy when you’re not. ❞
  • ❝ i hate to break it to you baby, but you’re simply lost. ❞
  • ❝ but simply calling out sins don’t bring you closer to god. ❞
  • ❝ you’re just a ghost at most, a set of empty bones. ❞
  • ❝ oh you’re all alone. ❞
  • ❝ and you say that i’ve got it all wrong. ❞
  • ❝ cause you just know, i’m a poor unfortunate soul. ❞
  • ❝ you’re shallow and empty and filled with regret. ❞
  • ❝ i think that chest must be heavy from that cross on your neck. ❞
  • ❝ don’t think i didn’t notice. ❞
  • ❝ it’s hard to be what you need through a static screen. ❞
  • ❝ i’m watching. i’m waiting. i’m aching. suffocating. i’m breathing. i’m speaking. can you hear me? i’m screaming, for you. ❞
  • ❝ day by day, i’m slowly replaced in your picture frames. ❞
  • ❝ sick of the lack of signal. sick of the lack of touch. ❞
  • ❝ can you hear me? ❞
  • ❝ don’t blame your death, on the shit in your head that you claimed ate you like a virus for days on end. ❞
  • ❝ i watched you decay, watched you wast away. ❞
  • ❝ who’d you think you’d fool baby? ❞
  • ❝ so go ahead, yeah just drop dead. ❞
  • ❝ you’re out of line, buried yourself alive an expected to be fine. ❞
  • ❝ your bridges are burning, and all the tables are turning. ❞
  • ❝ what you give is what you get, and in your case that’s nothing but guilt and regret. ❞
  • ❝ i can’t sleep, that’s when you’re torn away from me. ❞
  • ❝ i’ll face my fear of the sunrise, when i wake up with your hand inside mine. ❞
  • ❝ it’s hard to say good morning, when it’s followed with goodbye. ❞
  • ❝ you make my world spin. ❞
  • ❝ i’ll wait to see you again. ❞
  • ❝ i know you’re dead inside, but you make me feel alive. ❞
  • ❝ i’m the one with the ghosts in my bed, but they only come alive at night. ❞
  • ❝ i swear that i’ll be fine in the daylight. ❞
  • ❝ it’s my head not my heart that’s strayed. ❞
  • ❝ i’m sorry i keep pushing you away. ❞
  • ❝ why can’t you stay, up against these things i can’t see? ❞
  • ❝ make me believe. ❞
  • ❝ now you’re up against the ghosts in my head. ❞
  • ❝ you struck a match, and left me to burn. ❞
  • ❝ it doesn’t feel right, to feel the weight of your world in my spine. ❞
  • ❝ you’ve had me going, out of my mind. ❞
  • ❝ i wanna feel something, that’s not the touch of your breath on my neck. ❞
  • ❝ i shouldn’t give in, but i let you win, i let you in. ❞
  • ❝ i won’t let you in. ❞
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have a thing


Seto wakes in his office to a weight on his back.

“What are you doing?” he mutters.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Seto,” Atem says, not at all sorry, “You’ve become so attached to this couch, I thought you were part of it.”

He doesn’t move.

Seto rolls his eyes and rises to his elbows. He picks his tablet off the floor and reboots it while Atem watches a movie. It’s not like he cares. He has work to do, and Atem knows better than to annoy him during work.

The door opens and closes. Mokuba plops next to Atem, towards the middle of Seto’s back.

“Hey, Atem! Hey, big bro!” he chirps, “What’re we watching?”

“Don’t you have school?” Seto snaps.

“It’s Sunday,” Mokuba replies.

Is it?

Atem pats his thigh. Bastard.

With nothing else to berate Mokuba for, Seto goes back to work. Mokuba’s been sitting on his back for years. He’s used to it.

Sometime later, the door opens again.

“Mr. Kaiba, s…”

Seto looks over his shoulder, eyes narrowed. His secretary opens her mouth.

Go ahead, he thinks, make my day.

“S…sir. Ah. I-I was.”

Atem watches her curiously. Mokuba’s shoulders shake.

“Y-you have a business lunch at one…?” she says.

“I know,” Seto replies calmly, “I don’t pay you to keep my calendar. Are you going to waste more of my time, or are you going to do your job?”

Yes, he is aware that his ultimate rival is sitting on his ass. He’s permitted it. If other people want to see a problem with that, it’s their problem, not his. It’s something he’s come to realize these past few years.

Besides, when Atem finally loses to him, he can sit somewhere else.

His secretary scurries out. Mokuba snorts laughing.

“Mokuba, I’m working,” Seto sternly reminds him.

Mokuba giggles into Atem’s arm.

“I would have moved,” Atem says.

Seto scoffs. “Like I care what that woman thinks. I supply her paychecks, not the other way around. Now shut up, I have schematics to review.”

Atem squeezes the back of his knee. “Of course.”

jungkook; when you’re ready to love

❝crushes came in a lot of forms. the boy next door, the cute guy you see in the hallway, your best friend; jungkook was all of them.
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♡ bc i gave a preview to @kookingramyun but i needed to put it on full blast for the effect so here it is! enjoy! >:)

You’d like to think of yourself as someone decent. And by that, you mean… you’re not an asshole. You were polite, you had morals, the years of mannerism ever since you were born instilled in you as a child up until now - you were nice (you’d appreciate keeping that in mind). Whenever people needed favors, heck, if you could help them (and if you didn’t always feel like punching them in the face until they flew to Timbuktu), why not?

So yeah, your karma was pretty good. It was on track. On the A-class list and on God’s section ‘to-not-be-fucked-with’.

But someone didn’t get that memo.

That person, was Jeon Jungkook.

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anonymous asked:

Could I get a threesome with Jun and a girl? Thank you!

I didn’t give the girl a name so you can just… imagine it as whoever you want. :D The fact that there’s a lot of referring to her as “the girl” might get a bit annoying tho so you can also replace those with a name if you want! 

There’s like a few kisses and touching between you and the girl - I’m sorry if you wanted there to be more/less of that, but I hope you enjoy! ❤︎


Jun had often jokingly thrown it around that he’d love to be in a threesome with you. For what reason, you never got to know, considering you weren’t anything more than friends, but you never gave him an answer other than a laugh.

Even the current situation, where you were sitting on a king size bed in your underwear with Jun and a girl you were acquaintances with, you blamed on the alcohol in your blood as well as the throbbing need between your legs. And besides, at least at that moment, the thought about having steamy sex with someone as hot as Jun and someone as hot as the girl sounded absolutely amazing, and you had absolutely nothing against taking part in it.

“Come here,” Jun said while licking his lips, eyes moving between the two of you. You shared a quick look with the girl before you moved to Jun and were soon pulled flush against him as he grabbed your asses and grinned at your slightly surprised expressions. “You both feel amazing.”

You rolled your eyes, but were stopped midway when you felt the girl’s breath ghosting your face, her gaze soon moving from yours lips to your eyes. The look in her eyes was one you could recall from the time one of your previous significant others had, with just their look, asked for a permission to kiss you for the first time.

Melting into a small smile, you slowly moved your hand to her back, the softness of her skin pleasant against yours, and closed the distance between your lips. Jun remained silent while you were kissing; he had expected to get kisses himself, but had no complaints whatsoever about the current situation, the bulge in his boxers growing as time passed and the two of you got more into the kisses as you started using more tongue and moved a bit closer to each other.

Her kisses were soft yet passionate, in a way contrasting with the way Jun’s hand was moving on your ass, squeezing and petting and slipping in your panties every now and then. With your tongues dancing together and your hands itching to touch each other properly, you and the girl broke the kiss slowly, turning your lust-filled eyes to Jun, who was grinning with his Adam’s apple bobbing and his cock twitching in his boxers.

“Please, do continue,” he said, not giving you a single warning when he slid his hand between your parted legs in your panties and dragged his middle finger through your wet slit, making you jolt and moan - judging by her moan, too, Jun was mirroring his movements.

The two of you shook your heads at the same time. As nice as it felt to kiss those soft lips of hers and as much as she wanted to make out with you properly, there were three of you, and neither you nor her were planning to merely put on a show. So, instead of complying to Jun’s wishes, you brought your lips to his neck and slid your hand down his toned stomach painfully slowly, grinning when you could hear his breath hitch when your fingers reached the waistband of his boxers.

Meanwhile, the other girl caught Jun’s lips in a needy kiss that effectively silenced her quiet whimpers when Jun continued moving his finger up and down her slit, teasing her clit and dipping inside of her, but for only one second at a time. You palmed him through his boxers and brought your other hand to Jun’s wrist that led to your panties, squeezing it with a dissatisfied whine.

He chuckled, the shakiness of his voice almost hidden as he spoke against her lips. “You want some, too?”

You mumbled a positive answer and nibbled on the skin of his neck when he dragged his fingers along your wetness again, making your breath hitch when one digit pushed into you for a couple of seconds, only to return to your clit. Some time passed like that, with Jun playing with the two of you, sometimes with one finger and sometimes two, while she kissed him with ever-growing hunger and you nibbled and sucked on his neck, adoring some of the purplish marks with a small grin while your hand continued pressing into Jun’s hard-on that was already creating a wet spot on his boxers.

“Shall we move on?” Jun asked with a grunt, his hips bucking into your hand. Both you and the girl detached your lips from him and grinned at each other - an unsaid “yes” was shared as you all got rid of your underwear, leaving you naked, and Jun got two condoms from his bag, “just in case.”

He came to you and took a hold of your ass with both hands, holding you close with his thigh between your legs and his eyes intent on yours. “How about you sit on my face first, and later…” Jun licked his lips, “I’ll show you a good time.”

With a hard swallow you nodded, grinding your needy pussy against Jun’s thigh while his lips found yours and your arms wrapped around his neck in an attempt to deepen the kiss. The girl grinned at the sight and got closer to you, bringing her fingers down to her heat as she started teasing herself, her fingers getting slick with her anticipation before two of them slid inside of her with ease. She shivered and her hips bucked against her hand.

Knowing that she was close to the two of you, Jun moved one of his hands from your ass to hers, pulling her closer, too, and kneading the soft flesh with his hand. She whined a little, at both how her own fingers felt inside of her and how hot it looked to see you desperately grinding on Jun’s thigh while exchanging hungry kisses with him.

“Jun, I need you,” she whispered close to his ear and nibbled at his earlobe, smiling a little at the hiss he let out against your lips. After he had pulled away from the kiss, you looked at him.

“Me, too.”

Jun let his mouth fall open; not even in his wildest dreams had he been daring enough to think that one day he’d have two beautiful women telling him they needed him, Wen Junhui. He collected himself fast, though, and nodded hastily, wasting no time in lying down and getting one of the condoms out of its wrapping.

“Can I..?” the other girl asked you, biting her lip as she pointed at Jun’s cock that he was currently putting the condom on. You smirked as you nodded and leaned in to give her a quick, deep kiss.

“That’s what he wants, too, so go ahead,” you mumbled against her lips, your pussy twitching when you thought about what he had said about sitting on his face, and pulled away, your eyes lingering on her pink lips afterwards.

“Perfect,” she breathed out and moved to sit on Jun’s thighs. Feeling the throbbing need between your legs and your juices slowly starting to drip down your thighs, you moved up to Jun, too, stopping next to his head. While the girl gave his cock a few long licks and stroked him, he looked up at you, his lips parted in quiet grunts and his eyes as flirty as ever.

“Come on, sit down, baby,” he said huskily, a grin spreading to his lips when he let his eyes fall to your wetness, tempting him to no end. You didn’t give it a second thought as you got a bit closer and moved your other knee on the other side of his head, facing the other girl.

You chuckled when you lifted your gaze, seeing that she was just about to sink down on him, still merely grinding herself on his shaft. Aligning him with her entrance, she moved her eyes up as well, and gave you a small smile that only highlighted her flushed cheeks.

“Together?” she asked, moving her hand up on his chest, and you placed yours close to hers with a small smile, too.

“Together,” you replied with a short laugh, only a few seconds before you both lowered yourselves, pleased moans leaving your lips as you did so.

You lowered yourself onto Jun’s face slowly, your hands slightly touching the girl’s on his chest, and bit your lips when Jun’s eager tongue finally found your clit, his breath coming out in huffs against you when she started riding him slowly, merely teasing both him and herself.

Jun groaned when he was able to taste you, having only been able to dream about it for a long time. He brought one of his hands to your thigh and the other one to her hip, squeezing both of you. You whined at the treatment his tongue was giving you, all about teasing your clit and sliding in and out of your core at a slow pace, pushing in as deep as he was able to go and pulling all the way out.

She rolled her hips and moaned at how good it felt, and when Jun’s hold on her got a bit tighter than before, she knew he liked it, too. With a grin, she began lifting and lowering herself on him, her satisfied noises mixing with yours when Jun sucked your clit as lightly and gently as he could, his tongue moving on it as well.

“Fuck, Jun,” you whined, your fingers curling on top of his chest and your nails pressing into his skin a little. He grinned smugly and let out a low chuckle against you, the vibrations taking you aback and making you jolt. The girl looked at that; Jun’s lips hidden underneath you and your juices dripping down his cheeks while they were hollowed at times and other times not, his head moving as he gave you long licks and let out wet sounds, and she picked up her pace - there was no way she was going to watch you get eaten out like that without getting some more herself.

Jun began grunting against you in the rhythm the girl was riding him, and the vibrations made your moans a bit louder while bringing you closer to your orgasm, too. The girl switched between riding him hard and slow; when she felt too close to the edge, she slowed down and merely grinded on him; as much as she did want to come, she didn’t want that to happen just yet.

Unhappy with that, though, Jun soon placed his feet flat on the mattress and began thrusting up, his tongue running around in your pussy with no control, mostly focusing on your clit. Your moans rose in pitch as you approached your orgasm, and leaning back a little, the girl started rubbing her clit in fast circles with her hips moving on Jun’s, moaning loudly when she started releasing around him.

Close to his release, too, Jun groaned and spoke against you. “Come for me, Y/N.”

Closing your eyes tightly, you let out one last cry as you came on his face, his tongue running relentlessly on your clit and sliding to your entrance as soon as you started letting out your release. He drank up all of it with utmost eagerness while the girl continued riding him through her orgasm, soon bringing him to his peak, too.

You could barely sit up straight with Jun still desperately tonguing you, trying to taste more of you, and so you weakly moved away from him, panting hard as you lay down on your side and looked at the other two, one of Jun’s hands on the girl’s hips and one on her other breast as she came down on his lap one last time, her lower lip tightly between her teeth and her chest pushed out, leaning into his touch.

Only after she stopped moving, Jun swept his face with the back of his palm and licked it clean, sighing contently. “Y/N, you taste fucking amazing.”

With your cheeks heated for more than one reason, you merely nodded, letting out yet another heavy breath as your chest continued rising and falling and your heart continued its fast pace of beating. The girl got off Jun and lay down next to you, a bright smile on her lips, and stroked your arm. You smiled back at her, a bubbly laughter leaving your lips while Jun got up and disposed his condom.

The three of you lay down for a while, barely talking as you let your hands slide on each other’s bodies along with your lips, a few light bite marks and hickeys decorating small areas of all of your bodies.

While doing that, though, you found yourself getting aroused again; maybe it wasn’t all that surprising, considering you were all still naked and kisses and touches were now placed close to every little sensitive area of your bodies. With your previous release still making your thighs sticky, you felt your heat starting to get wet with some fresh anticipation, too, and a quick look at the girl’s hand almost sliding between her own legs, you knew she was feeling the same way.

And, well, Jun’s half-hard length spoke for itself.

“Do you want another round?” he asked, his voice low and husky, while running his hands up and down both of your backs. You gave him a nod simultaneously, more than ready for just that.

Not much later, you found yourself on your knees, your cheek resting against your crossed arms on the bed. You bit down on your lower lip, feeling yourself dripping with excitement, knowing that you’d finally get what you had most wanted - a good fuck.

Jun smirked as he ran his hands up your thighs, his fingers digging into your skin a little and his eyes scanning you hungrily. “Still shaky from coming?”

You nodded and bit your lip, impatiently waiting to see what he was up to; with your pussy wet and up for him, everything was possible. When you felt Jun’s breath ghosting your wetness, you shivered, a soft moan leaving your lips even before his tongue had reached for your clit and given you a slow, long lick.

“And so wet, too,” Jun muttered, mostly to himself, and swallowed. While he continued teasing you with his tongue, the girl stroked him, working him up while he did the same to you - not that the both of you wouldn’t have been ready already.

“Jun,” you whined when he relentlessly massaged your clit with his tongue, then moved to tongue your entrance fast and deep. He stopped at your words, pulling away with a smug smirk and a muffled groan when the girl thumbed his leaking slit. He leaned back up and smoothed his hand on your ass before easily sliding two fingers into your awaiting core, which made you moan in satisfaction as you pushed against them.

Jun took in a deep breath and bit his lip at the sight of you moving on his fingers, covered in your juices and encased by your heat. The girl gave him a long stroke before letting go of his fully hard length, licking her hand clean eagerly. Jun’s eyes remained on you, but he refused to move his fingers, instead just watching you move on them. “I can’t wait to have my cock inside of you…”

“Mhm,” you whined, dissatisfied at the lack of movement. Jun pulled his fingers out after scissoring them a little and brought them to the girl’s lips, who sucked them clean just as eagerly as she had lapped at his pre-cum, his eyes trained on her lips while his free hand reached for the condom still lying on the bed.

After he had gotten the condom on, Jun placed both of his hands on your hips and rubbed himself against you, grinning a little when he could feel you shivering a bit against him. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long.”

You turned your head around with your eyebrows raised, but before you were able to ask anything, Jun was pushing in, soon filling you up. While you let out a long moan, the girl looked at him disappearing inside of you with fascination, her lips parted and eyes intent. You gripped the bed sheets tightly with your mouth hanging open, Jun buried deep inside of you as he waited for you to adjust.

Letting out a shaky, euphoric breath, Jun rubbed your hips. “Tell me when I can move.”

The girl chuckled when all you did was move your hips forward and then back again, a moan slipping through your lips when you groaned, “How about now?”

Jun shook his head with a wide grin on his lips, merely muttering an “As you wish” before he gave you the first thrust. It was so slow that you were able to feel every little movement of his, which was enough to have your knuckles white from holding the sheets so tightly. With her eyes trained on Jun’s hips meeting yours, your pussy hugging his cock tightly, the girl let her hand slide down her stomach, only for Jun to take a hold of her wrist and shake his head.

“No, let me do that for you,” he grunted, his hips snapping against yours a bit more sharply and making you cry out in pleasure as you pushed back against him. The girl let her hand fall to her side as she nodded, biting her lip when Jun moved his other hand from your hip to her mound, soon sliding two of his fingers into her and making her gasp.

She crossed her hands on Jun’s shoulder and leaned her forehead against them with her hips bucking against his hand desperately, practically riding his fingers. Jun rolled his hips a little, thrusting into you from a new angle that had you gasping for air and pushing yourself back against him even harder, needy for just a bit more.

“Fuck, yes,” you whimpered, reaching for your clit with one of your hands, Jun pounding into you as steadily as he could while fingering the other girl in a similar rhythm, making sure his thumb rubbed into her clit as often as possible. You were starting to clench around him, your moans mixing with her whines and Jun’s occasional grunts and groans as his hand squeezed your ass every now and then, most of his sounds muffled by her lips.

Awfully close to your orgasm, you turned your head to look behind you, and the sight was enough to finally, accompanied by the tip of Jun’s cock hitting your spot with every other thrust, throw you over the edge - while his hips snapped into yours, Jun was kissing the girl passionately, one of her hands tangled in his hair as their tongues danced and her right breast rubbed against his toned arm, and one of his hands disappearing between her legs, her whimpering against his lips and bucking against his hand.

With a loud moan, you released around Jun, your core clenching around him rhythmically. Not much later did he release into the condom, his groan muffled by the girl’s lips and his fast-moving fingers both inside of her and on her clit soon bringing her to her high, too.

After remaining in place for a while, Jun slowly pulled his fingers out of the girl while sliding out of you, too, running his hand soothingly on your back while you let yourself fall down on the bed, sated and satisfied. The girl followed you soon, her breathing heavy and her cheeks even more flushed than earlier.

After getting rid of his condom, Jun lay down between the two of you, and with both you and her in his arms and all three of you catching your breaths, he squeezed your arm and you frowned when you felt his lips pressing to the top of your head. You lifted your face and looked into his dark eyes that were looking right back at you playfully. “What did you mean when you said you had waited for a long time?”

At that, the girl raised her gaze, too, not even bothering to disguise her interest. Jun grinned. “I’ve been joking about a threesome for a reason, Y/N.”

You raised your eyebrows in curiosity, while the girl let out a giggle.

“I’ve wanted to do you for a long time. I thought it was obvious,” he chuckled, laughing loudly when you you hit his chest with an embarrassed pout taking over your lips. Jun stroked your hair slowly, suddenly thoughtful.

“Spit it out,” the girl said with a yawn, relaxing with her head resting on Jun’s arm.

He looked at you, smiling a lot more sweetly than anytime earlier. “And I’m kind of interested in you.”

You stared at him in disbelief, a bit of blood rushing to your cheeks as you let the words sink in. “…I won’t say anything, but you are good in bed.”

He leaned down a little, his forehead almost touching yours as he smiled. “Well, tell me if the interest ever becomes mutual.”

Instead of replying, you angled your face so that your lips met his in a slow, almost tender kiss, that funnily enough caused you to have butterflies in your stomach. Pulling away, you avoided his eyes and hid your face in his chest. “I will.”


Admin Scooter

1. do what you want to do – not what you think you should be doing. no, you’re not a loser for staying in on a friday.
2. but don’t use this as an excuse to skip out on moments that will be worthwhile; you can’t judge an experience from the comfort of your home. your rumpled covers and soft pajamas can be deceiving. sometimes staying home seems like the easier option, but I promise you will rarely regret going to that thing you didn’t really feel like going to.
3. if you’re feeling lonely or sad, it’s ok. sometimes we’re lonely, sometimes we’re sad, even if there’s nothing to be sad over, and even if everything will be fine in the morning. write about it, talk to someone to fill the void, and remember everything is temporary.
4. get some sleep. seriously, start going to bed early and see how it will change your morning, your day, your attitude, your perception of the world.
5. get up earlier more often, before anyone else. at 9am, you have the whole morning ahead of you. make it worthwhile.
6. do things that make you nervous
7. remind yourself to act more selflessly; if someone asks you for a favor, don’t think of it as a waste of time (“how will this benefit me?” “I could instead be doing this…”)
8. say you’re sorry not because it will absolve your own guilt but because you mean it
9. if you’re feeling shitty, don’t make yourself feel worse. if you feel like crap, why perpetuate it? why let things pile on one another until you’re feeling worse than you originally did? actively try to raise your spirits. you are in charge of your state of mind. so take charge
—  2015 resolutions continued (s-un-rise)
I’ll stop counting the latter days, and the saddest times. I’ll stop counting the failed attempts, and the false hopes. I’ll stop settling my standards high, and expectations too. I’ll stop making myself believe this is something worth keeping. I’ll stop disappointing myself, and others. I’ll stop being good, and change for the worse instead. I’ll stop being needy, and let things go completely. I’ll stop begging for attention, and act careless rather. I’ll stop asking how your day was, I’ll stop checking you up online. I’ll stop getting jealous over your side-chicks. I’ll stop wasting my time on you, and focus on the great things ahead. I’ll stop giving you the assurance, and the right to own me. I’ll stop keeping the promises we both made to each other, I’ll leave. I’ll stop making excuses for myself just to talk to you again. I’ll stop thinking of you, I’ll stop crying over you. I’ll stop daydreaming of us becoming together in the future. I’ll stop letting myself be an option, I’ll stop pleasing for a place in your heart. I’ll stop mistaking salt from sugar, I’ll stop focusing what’s only inside the picture. I’ll stop checking on your peers, or asking them about you. I’ll stop showing you my sweet side, I’ll be the most outspoken girl you’ll meet. I’ll stop picking the right words to say, good or bad, I’ll be brutally blunt. I’ll stop sugar-coating shit, I’ll let you know what you deserve to hear. I’ll stop waiting for a text that never arrives, I’ll stop thinking of valid reasons why you were always busy. I’ll stop feeding myself those lies, I’ll stop making myself believe that you cherished me with all you heart. I’ll stop everything from now on, I’m tired, really really tired.
—  May 11, 2017; 11:58 PM
PVRIS lyrics sentence starters
  • "Take a good look at what I've become."
  • "There's a hole in my chest and I don't think it's leaving room for anyone."
  • "I'm trying my best."
  • "I'm doing everything to bring this body back to life."
  • "No matter how hard I try, I don't think I will make it through the night."
  • "I've been changing, falling, fading."
  • "There's demons at the door patiently waiting."
  • "Please watch over me, and be the light to carry me."
  • "I can feel it, being torn from my, my hands; my innocence."
  • "This change is all so permanent."
  • "Can't you see a change in me?"
  • "This world is a masterpiece."
  • "Shout out to the artist who took his heart and his soul and lost them both in the process."
  • "Please be the saint to save me."
  • "You were spoiled rotten and turned stale." "My tongue's acquired tolerance for tastes I couldn't stand.""You've been stuck in a rut and a wasteland."
  • "So just trust me, you'll be just fine."
  • "I need your trust just for tonight."
  • "Reach out your hands and tell me just what you feel."
  • "This is not just all in your head."
  • "Mind over matter makes these things feel so real."
  • "I can see the doubt in your eyes."
  • "You say there's no such thing as better things in life."
  • "I must confess this is all too new for me."
  • "Keep an open mind, it brings open hearts and open eyes."
  • "I'm hoping you weren't heaven sent, 'cause only hell knows where you've been."
  • "Your built composure's wearing thin."
  • "All your walls are caving in."
  • "I just wanna lift you up."
  • "I'll take all this love I found and I hope that it's enough."
  • "Don't you shut this down, no, don't you give this up."
  • "If we don't bend then this might break."
  • "Dream of me to keep you safe."
  • "Before you came around, I was lost and out of place."
  • "You're the only love I found and I'm hoping that you'll stay."
  • "Please stay."
  • "This isn't violence, this is just a war in my head."
  • "I give it time but it never seems to end."
  • "Don't you try to run right now, 'cause baby I could burn you down."
  • "The second that you walk into a room, I can't help myself from the things that you do."
  • "You're killing me right now."
  • "I think it's time you burn me down."
  • "I love the things we do when it's just me and you."
  • "You're just a ghost of blissful feelings."
  • "I'm losing you to the games in my mind."
  • "I know it's chemicals that make me cling to you."
  • "I need a miracle to get away from you."
  • "I think you're a saint and I think you're an angel."
  • "You give me something to think about that's not the shit in my head."
  • "You're a miracle."
  • "You're a glimpse of bliss, a little taste of heaven."
  • "You give me something to talk about."
  • "I need a miracle to bring me back to you."
  • "I know you're gone now, but I still wait for you."
  • "You walk around like you own the place."
  • "Guess it was all my fault."
  • "I think I let you in."
  • "Never thought that I would feel like this."
  • "Such a mess when I'm in your presence."
  • "It's my soul, it isn't yours anymore."
  • "Darling, you can't stay."
  • "Haven't you heard? I'm not yours anymore."
  • "I think it's time to get out."
  • "You've got it all, but you've got it all wrong."
  • "You're a poor unfortunate soul."
  • "You make it seem that you feel whole so they don't know you're a poor unfortunate soul."
  • "Think you're holy when you're not."
  • "I hate to break it to you baby, but you're simply lost."
  • "Simply calling out sins don't bring you closer to God."
  • "You're just a ghost at most, a set of empty bones."
  • "Searching for anything and everything to make you feel whole."
  • "You're all alone, you poor unfortunate soul."
  • "You just know I'm a poor unfortunate soul."
  • "There's no way that there's weight in the words that you preach."
  • "You contradict your speech."
  • "You're shallow and empty and filled with regret."
  • "Don't think I didn't notice."
  • "You've got it all."
  • "You've got it all wrong."
  • "It's hard to be what you need."
  • "All you ever do is turn me down."
  • "Can you hear me? I'm screaming for you."
  • "Day by day, I'm slowly replaced in your picture frames."
  • "Sick of the lack of signal, sick of the lack of touch."
  • "It's not enough, it's not enough."
  • "Don't blame your death on the shit in your head that you claimed ate you like a virus for days on end."
  • "I watched you decay, watched you waste away."
  • "Who'd you think you'd fool, baby, digging your own grave?"
  • "So go ahead, you just drop dead."
  • "You're trying to fool the whole world."
  • "You can't cheat death when you're digging your own grave."
  • "You're out of line."
  • "Your bridges are burning."
  • "You started a fire and you're burning up."
  • "What you give is what you get and in your case that's nothing but guilt and regret."
  • "I swear I couldn't wait to get you off my chest."
  • "It's hard to find life in something that's already died."
  • "I can't sleep, that's when you're torn away from me."
  • "It's hard to say 'good morning' when it's followed with 'goodbye'."
  • "Just wanted to say 'good night.'"
  • "I'm not ready to say 'good night.'"
  • "Yeah, I need to feel you again."
  • "Here comes the hardest part."
  • "In what world do I go to sleep after you and wake up before you? I don’t even know how it happens."
  • "Well I hope you’re having sweet dreams, and you call me when you wake up."
  • "Darling, don't be so shy."
  • "I'll see you at midnight."
  • "You make my world spin."
  • "I'll wait to see you again."
  • "I know you're dead inside."
  • "I don't feel so lonely."
  • "Darling, don't be so shy, I'll see you at midnight."
  • "In the morning, I hope I see you by my side."
  • "I know you're dead inside, but you make me feel alive."
  • "I'm the one with the ghosts in my bed."
  • "I swear that I'll be fine in the daylight."
  • "It's my head not my heart that's strayed."
  • "I'm sorry I keep pushing you away."
  • "I don't wanna fight."
  • "Why can't you stay?"
  • "I'm up against these things I can't see."
  • "Make me believe."
  • "You struck a match and left me to burn."
  • "I wanna feel something that's not the touch of your breath on my neck."
  • "I wanna feel something that's not the weight of your world in my head."
  • "I shouldn't give in, but I let you win."
  • "I won't let you in."
  • "I know it's warmer where you are and it's safer by your side."
  • "I can't be what you want."
  • "You and I can keep our love alive."
  • "It's cold when we're apart."
  • "I hate to feel this die."
  • "You can't give me what I want."
  • "I can't keep you in these arms so I keep you in my mind."
  • "Can we meet in the middle?"
  • "I've been wondering why you keep feeding me these lines."
  • "You made a fool of me."
  • "You charm me, it's not easy."
  • "You would not believe how the tides have turned."
  • "If I'm gonna play your games, I know there's a price to pay."
  • "I've got the tendency to constantly pay for my mistakes."
  • "I can't pick sides."
  • "You would not believe all the things I've seen."
  • "If I'm gonna lose this game, what's the use in trying to play?"
  • "I shouldn't expect any less but I can't always have my way."
  • "Your doubts of me are constant reminders of why I should stop hoping."
  • "Keep your eyes on me."
  • "I won't let them pull you under."
  • "You'll find what you're looking for."

So there’s this person on DA in the Jelsa tag who thinks that in 2 days they can give a reason to make us Jelsa shippers stop shipping Jelsa. 

Yeah…. about that.. sorry mate but 

NOPE 

Not going to happen. 

But hey, if you want to waste your time trying to bash my ship instead of..oh I don’t know, focusing on things YOU like then go ahead. Slightly ironic that you would choose to waste your precious time just to bash something you hate instead of focusing on something you like don’t you think?

Sorry, but I can’t hear you over how cute these two are. 

Too busy looking at Jelsa fan art or Jelsa fan-fiction, or thinking of hot and sexy Jelsa smut ;) to care about the haters. 


One.
Sometimes friends leave. And it’s supposed to hurt, but sometimes it doesn’t.

Two.
Your mental health comes before anything else. Always know this.

Three.
Things can always get worse. It can feel like rock bottom but you figure out there’s a hell to your rock bottom and you can’t breathe. Know that once you have hit rock bottom hell, the only place to go is up.

Four.
Trust your gut. If something or someone doesn’t feel right or good. Don’t do it.

Five.
Don’t force yourself into education. If you don’t want to go to college then don’t. Find a substitute. Don’t prioritize your happiness to fulfill someone else’s goals.

Six.
Don’t prioritize your happiness for anything or anyone.

Seven.
Don’t be scared to cry. Do not be scared of healing. You have to open up in order to heal. Throw yourself a pity party every single day till you can look in the mirror without shaking.

Eight.
Do not inject yourself with needles. Sometimes parents think you’ll go with your common sense but sometimes you don’t. Please do.

Nine.
Wake up early and read. Fall asleep late and stay up drinking coffee.

Ten.
Don’t waste your life away sleeping. This doesn’t mean don’t sleep.

Eleven.
Therapists are there to help you not to hurt you. It took me a very long time to figure this out.

Twelve.
People die. People will leave. Learn to cope ahead of time so you aren’t trying to cope with the weight of the whole world on you.

Thirteen.
People are good at heart. Please don’t judge someone with first glance. People make mistakes. Do not judge someone on how much money they have or how they present themselves to the world.

Fourteen.
Give. Learn to know when someone needs help and when to give it. Random people will ask you to do things sometimes, even if you don’t have time do it anyways.

Fifteen.
It is okay to be average. Average is okay. Do not base your intelligence off of that one F on that one report card a year ago.

Sixteen.
Giving out complements is good. It took me a while to understand that giving out a complement does not make one person feel cocky. It makes them feel better about their crappy day or week or even year. If your one compliment can help their crappy year for just thirteen seconds then it was worth it.

Seventeen.
Cigarettes hurt your lungs. They may help the day but in the end they do not help your body.

Eighteen.
Go out. Talk to people. Do not isolate yourself because of your anxiety. Do not let it control you, control it.

Nineteen.
Being sad is normal. Heal your wounds then figure out how to be happy.

Twenty.
Life gets better. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. Maybe not even in a year. But there will always be someone who loves you. Always. Do not give up just because you had one bad day,week,or even year. It gets better.
It will be okay.


May 11, 2015, 11:48 am

-c.e.

—  Twenty Things My Parents Won’t Teach Me. (mine)

Rendezvous - For @ultra-foodlxver.
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      The scenery in front of you passes by slowly. The city you grew up in looked tiny and insignificant from all the way up here. You wanted to enjoy it, the view from a bird’s eye, but your teacher was calling for everyone’s attention and you were forced to look away from the window.

      “This is the first time our school has allowed something like this, so please don’t break any of the rules I issued.” In order to even go on this trip, there were an insane amount of requirements. Like, you had to be an Honors Kid (which meant you took advanced classes), no referrals, no tardies, you had to have a 3.5 GPA or higher, and you couldn’t be airsick. You weren’t sure about the last one, but you hoped a two hour flight wouldn’t make you keel over.

      You honestly weren’t sure how some of the students were invited, though. For example, the guys in the back. They were in your year, but you would have guessed that they failed the requirement of “3.5 GPA and higher”. From what you saw in class, they were always messing around or sleeping. “What were your rules again?” One of them, Oh Sehun, asks, a smile on his face and his friend snickers.

      The teacher sighs. “Please tell me you’re joking.” They laugh. “You will each have your own buddy during the tour, because there will be a time when we all get to split up to check out the city after the museum, at 4:00. You are in charge of getting your own lunch, and when it turns 6:00, we are all to meet at the rendezvous point, okay?” She turns away from the boys to look at the rest of the class. “And where is the rendezvous place, everyone?”

      A chorus of “at the door of the museum” sounds throughout the rented plane and you silently hope that you’ll actually get something out of this trip. Whether it be knowledge from the museum or a really good lunch, you’re up for either.

      “Good, then I’ll read off your partners.” She takes out a notebook from her bag and opens it up to the last page. “Baekhyun and Jongdae,” You hear Jongdae groan when Baekhyun grins. Baekhyun likes teasing people, and lately, Jongdae has been his victim. “SangJae and Sehun,” They look at each other, clapping hands and you see Sehun’s friend pout. You were turned, twisting to look over your shoulder at them in the back and his friend’s eyes meet yours. “Jongin and Sierra.”

      “What?” He spins, gaping at the teacher. “Why am I not with Kyungsoo?” You see Kyungsoo shrink in his seat, pulling his hood over his head in hopes to escape the wandering, questioning eyes of his classmates, though, his attempt fell short.

      “Because Kyungsoo is paired with Eunkyo.” The teacher states. “And you’re paired with Sierra because I trust that Sierra will be able to make you stay behaved.” She gives him a serious look. “You may be a smart young man, but I only brought you on this trip because I know you can be responsible.” When he looks back at you, he’s glaring, and you turn back around in your seat to hide. The last thing you needed on this trip was an angry partner and you hoped this whole “buddy” system wasn’t a mistake.

      After all, you were the one who offered beforehand to take up the role as his babysitter.





      You jot down notes as the tour guide rehearses his memorized lines about the history of the town and it’s relics and folklore. It wasn’t something that particularly interested you, but you wanted the extra credit. You lingered behind in the back of the group because Jongin said he “wasn’t comfortable” with being in the front. It wasn’t even 10 minutes in when Jongin nudges your arm. “Let’s ditch this place.” He says softly enough so only you could hear him. You look up at him.

      “What?”

      “Let’s leave.” He says it like you should have expected it. You did, but you were hoping.

      “No, we’ll get in trouble.” Shake your head, you look back to the tour guide. You realize that missed something about the town’s government and you sigh. “We have 3 more hours to go.” He doesn’t say anything for another ten minutes, but when the guide was finally leading the group into the museum, he grabs your arm.

      “Now’s our chance.” Just as your teacher looks the other way and the class walks through the doors, he pulls you away from the threshold in a heartbeat.

      “Jongin! Stop!” You say, trying to pull him back, but he was stronger than you and had no problem leading you the other way. “You can leave, but let me go!” He glances at you.

      “You think I want you to come with me?” He asks. “No, I don’t. My friends are all paired with someone else and I’m stuck with you.” He looks away. “Besides, if the teacher sees you by yourself, she’ll be disappointed in you.” You remember the way your teacher spoke so highly of your ability to keep him in check. “You’re going to have to bring me back to keep her happy, and the only way you’re going to do that is if you stick with me.”





      Jongin managed to drag you across the street and around the corner before you finally gave up and let him guide you around. “This is the first time ever that our school let students go out of state and you’re going to ruin it for every student in the future who wants to do this.” You argue, motive to make him feel bad about it. Instead, he laughs.

      “Trust me, no normal kid would want to go on a field trip to actually learn.” Speak for yourself, you think. “Hey, let’s go to that place.” He points ahead of you two, and when you look, you read the big bold letters sitting across the front of the small shop, COMIC BOOKS.

      “I am not letting you waste my day at a comic store.” You tell him, stopping in your tracks. Since his arm was locked in yours, he was forced to stop too. “We have two hours to do this later.” You try to reason.

      “Why not have five hours, though?” He clips, dragging you again. When you walk through the front doors, he lets you go to swarm around the new release section. “Awesome! Green Arrow is becoming a TV show!” He exclaims excitedly.

      You allow him to wander around a bit, watching him check every isle for comics he thought were “life-changing experiences”. It was kind of amusing watching him geek out about them, the way he’d start explaining the story line whenever you told him you’d never heard of the book and he’d get all offended before he realizes that you were just some classmate he never really talked to and he would awkwardly change the subject. When he gets close to the cashier, you speak up.

      “Are we done yet?” He looks up at you.

      “What do you mean?”

      “Are we done? Can we go back now?” He stares at you a moment, as if he were waiting for you to tell him that you were joking. You weren’t though and you met his stare head on. “Jongin?”

      “Are you kidding? It’s only been ten minutes since we left.” You cross your arms and glare at him.

      “I’m not going to let you get me in trouble so you can– mess around!” The cashier gives you two a suspicious look and you ignore it. “I’m going back to Ms. Jung.” But when you turn your heel, he lunges for you and nearly knocks the wind out of you when he seals you in his arms.

      “No! Don’t go get her!” He expresses fearfully. “Just a little longer, then we can go back.” You were mid-inhale when you turned, and when he threw his arms across your chest so roughly it locked the air in your throat. Your shoulders press into his chest because of the tight hold he had on your form, and when he breathes in after his sentence, you feel the rise of his taught stomach against your skin. Somewhere and somehow, the bottom of your shirt crinkled up in the embrace.

      “Fine, just,” You blink, struggling to breathe correctly. You blamed it on Jongin’s choking hold, but you weren’t sure if you were lying to yourself. Ignoring the growing heat in your cheeks, you close your eyes. “Let me go.”

      “Oh.” He removes his grip on you fast, and only talks when you turn around and face him. You fix the hem of your shirt, ignoring the way his eyes watch your hands. “I saw somewhere fun we can visit, instead of staying here the whole time.” You give him a long look before he adds, “‘Till we go back, that is.” He gives you a puppy-eyed look, and you thought you weren’t the kind of person to give in to such a technique.

      But you resign, sighing and motioning for him to lead the way. Happily, he takes your elbow and pulls you out of the store.





      “Jongin, this isn’t what I thought you meant by 'somewhere fun’…” His hands were a vice grip on your shoulders, leading you into a room of pitch blackness with only a pitiful excuse of a flashlight in your trembling hands. “And how could you have seen this place from the museum? It’s all the way downto–”

      “I saw it when we were at the airport,” He interrupts. You somehow let yourself get pulled into the haunted house, oblivious to Jongin’s evil intention until the woman behind the counter explained that it was a long maze. “It’s a Halloween cafe”, Jongin had said. You realized you were tricked. “And this is the epitome of fun.” He tells you, the smile in his evident in his voice.

      “Could you not stand behind me, at least?” You plead, trying to stop yourself from walking forward but Jongin is keeping you moving at a steady pace. Thankfully, he listens to you for once and takes the lead when you hand him the light.

      “If you get scared, you can hold on to me.” He smirks and you smack his back lightly in embarrassment. He laughs because you jump at the first scare and cling to him anyways. “It’s not real.” He assures.

       “I know it’s not, but it’s still scary!” You exclaim, arm tightening around his.

      There was a short time period where nothing was coming at you and it made you paranoid. You were anticipating when the next scare would come, and when nothing did, you were reluctant to let yourself start relaxing. Nonetheless, your grip on Jongin loosens and you’re finally able to breathe normally again.

      A horrid, scratching noise sounds behind you and you gasp, the both of you turning around and Jongin struggles to find the source of it with the crappy light but then– oh god. A woman was on all fours, her hair pulled over her face, exposing only a few distinct features. You scream.

      “Go,” Jongin urges when she lunges forward, her hand swiping out to grab at his clothes but she misses. He bolts down the hallway, his arm securely wrapped around your waist as he practically pulled you along to catch up.





      “I am never going to the city with you again, Kim Jongin.” You wanted to kiss the sidewalk when you finally saw the light of day. You were convinced you’d never see it again. Jongin chuckles, watching as you bend over to catch your breath. The two of you had been running through the whole last part of the house, the short period of peace forgotten because of the constant scares after that.

      “Don’t say that,” He laughs. “I really liked that room with the dolls.” You shiver, shaking your head.

      “Don’t talk about that room.” You beg. “That one was the worst.”

      “Come on,” Jongin latches onto your arm again. “Let’s go to the park.” You glance up at him.

      “There’s a park around here?” You hadn’t been to one since elementary, and even though you were both highschoolers, you liked being able to be a kid once in a while.

      “Yeah.” He smiles, and seeing the ends of his lips curl up at you and the crinkle in his eyes makes the museum slip from your mind.





      You weren’t sure how the entire three hours passed you by, but by the time you realized that you missed the entire tour, it was 4:00. “Jongin,” You stop in your tracks, making him pause his step as he looks at you. “Jongin you said we’d go back.” You say.

      “What?” There was a flicker of recognition in his eyes and he pales slightly. “Oh, I– I forgot.” It was unfair, but you found yourself getting angry at him.

      “How could you promise something and then forget?” The park was big, and he had led you to an area where kids were running around and couples were hanging out. It didn’t surprise you when you caught a few looks from passerby’s. “Do you know what kind of trouble we could get into if Ms. Jung realizes we–”

      “Don’t blame this all on me,” He starts, his voice raising louder than yours. “You forgot about it too, Sierra.” You fume silently. He was right, and it made you mad. You just wished that you didn’t, because then you could look your teacher in the eye and not feel guilty about it. Honestly, you enjoyed your day for once and it wasn’t because of a history lesson. Instead, it was because of the way Jongin confidently tugged you along. It was because of the way Jongin’s chocolate eyes sparkled when he talked about Marvel and DC. The way Jongin’s smile brightened when you agreed to let him take you somewhere else. The way Jongin’s skin was warm on your arm and how it matched the way your cheeks burned when you caught him staring.

      But you sigh anyways, avoiding his gaze. “You’re right. Sorry.” He doesn’t say anything, instead, he takes your arm, tugging you forward.

      “It’s 4:00 now, right?” He doesn’t let you answer. “That means we have more free time.” You blink at him in disbelief.

      “But–”

      “I saw a big girl park a few blocks away. I’m sure that’s where our whole class is headed right now, actually.” He grins at you, a sly look passing on his face. “You wanna check it out?” In the short time that Jongin had stolen you, he managed to steal your heart too, and it was painfully obvious, beating viciously against your rib-cage.

      You stutter. “S-sure.”





      Surprisingly, though Jongin had so much fun at the haunted house, he refused to go on any of the big rides. “Why, are you afraid?” He nods furiously as he drags you away from the tallest roller coaster, glancing everywhere in hopes that he didn’t bump into any of his friends. “Fine, let’s ride the Merry-Go-Round, then. It suits you.” You laugh when he glares at you.

      “I don’t think you want to push that topic.” He throws you a warning look, but you don’t catch it and continue on, a playful grin on your face.

      “Maybe your friends will see you riding the horsey.” Suddenly, your hand is being held captive and you’re being dragged towards the spinning circus of ponies. “Wait, what are you doing?” You ask, your steps faltering slightly as you tried to keep up.

      “You want to ride the Merry-Go-Round? Then we will.” You flush.

      “What? I was just kidding! I’m too old for that–”

      “Too late.” Somehow, Jongin had already bought two tickets to ride it without you realizing it. The booth personnel held the gate open for you as Jongin practically dragged you onto the ride.

      “Jongin, seriously–” He pushes you up the staircase that led to the second floor of the ride. “–I’m sorry! We’re too old to ride this. I won’t do it again!” When you reach the to of the stairs, he finally stops pushing you and he lets you turn around to face him.

      “Nice to know,” He drawls. “But I just spent my money and we’re going to ride this dang thing.” And then you’re being ushered to the closest saddle and before you know it, you’re sitting on the back of a horse.

      “Jongin, this isn’t–” Your words are cut short when he hops up, his legs settling on either side of the seat behind you. His long arms reach around you and finger for the reigns until he slips them through his fingers and tightens them around his palm.

      He whips them for good measure. “Mush mush.” At that, the machine clicks and the horse moves down as the ride moves forward. Completely and utterly flabbergasted with the situation, you mutter.

      “You say 'mush mush’ to snow huskies, not horses.” Jongin chuckles.

      “Whatever, it worked.” The amusement park span past in a blur, and you found it odd that you were enjoying yourself. You hadn’t been on this ride since you were really young, and it was faster and higher than you remembered, so it was practically a new experience.

      But you couldn’t focus on the ride itself, not with Jongin’s body so close to yours and his chest pressing into your back. He was close enough that you could feel the shift in his arm when he moved it. “It’s pretty up here.” He says quietly. “We should do it again sometime.”

      And then Jongin suddenly has a tight hold not only on the reigns of the horse, but on the reigns of your heart.





      On the flight home, Ms. Jung had everyone sit with their buddies. Jongin’s friends sat to the right of you.

      “Jongin,” They call for his attention and he has to lean forward to look past you. “The teacher may have not noticed your absence, but we did.” They snicker. “Did you have fun on the carousel?” You blush. They did end up seeing you two after all.

      But Jongin is unaffected by their banter. “I had the time of my life.” He tells them. When you look at him in surprise, he just smiles.

      Little did you know that your heart wasn’t the only one that was stolen during the trip.

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A/N: Ahhh I know you said 'highschool AU’ but I wasn’t sure what fit in that boundary and what didn’t. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. OUO And please, if there is anything that you are not happy with, I am always ready to fix it for you, okay? Thank you for waiting so long!

anonymous asked:

Do you still have the script for Hitchcock's Rope? Can you repost?

Your wish is my command.

Hitchcock’s brilliant thinking about happiness: “A clear horizon, nothing to worry about on your plate. Only things that are creative and not destructive. That’s within yourself, within me I can’t bear quarreling I can’t bare feelings between people. I think hatred is wasted energy. It’s all nonproductive. I’m very sensitive. A sharp word said by say a person who has a temper if they’re close to me hurts me for days. I know we’re only human, we do go in for these various emotions, call them negative emotions, but when all these are removed and you can look forward and the road is clear ahead and now you’re going to create something. I think that’s as happy as I would ever want to be.”

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Alfred Hitchcock’s definition of Happiness

“A clear horizon, nothing to worry about on your plate. Only things that are creative and not destructive. That’s within yourself, within me. I can’t bear quarreling I can’t bear feelings between people. I think hatred is wasted energy. It’s all nonproductive. I’m very sensitive. A sharp word said by say a person who has a temper if they’re close to me, hurts me for days. I know we’re only human, we do go in for these various emotions, call them negative emotions, but when all these are removed and you can look forward and the road is clear ahead and now you’re going to create something. I think that’s as happy as I would ever want to be.”

All-American Rejects {Sentence Starters}
  • "Things you're feeling aren't normal, now."
  • "I worried all the time, why worry anymore?"
  • "When you see my face, hope it gives you hell!"
  • "And all goods things must come to an end."
  • "I still remember that empty look left on your face."
  • "And all the perfect words, they seem so wrong..."
  • "I'm giving you one more chance."
  • "Do you remember when we didn't care."
  • "She screams when I'm away."
  • "I know you're gonna find your way back to me."
  • "If it doesn't matter then just turn around."
  • "To settle for less is not what I prefer."
  • "Time goes by, secrets rise."
  • "I can give you anything you'd ever need!"
  • "I need you to help me see this through."
  • "You make my heart skip, but how?"
  • "Your love for me was everything I need."
  • "Be with me, please, I beseech you."
  • "She'd take it back, if she only could."
  • "You leave me hard and lonely."
  • "Will you stay or will you walk?"
  • "You are the only one that needs to know."
  • "Move along, move along like I know you do."
  • "I can't move on, I can't take it."
  • "I can make you anything you wanna be."
  • "Even though you left me by myself, do I want you back?"
  • "Let me know that I've done wrong."
  • "Go ahead as you waste your days with thinking."
  • "All I wanna do is touch you."
  • "I wanna be with you and that's the only way."
  • "Either way you're breaking my heart."
  • "You left me alone and then you walked out on me."
  • "And I'll I do is give and you just take!"
  • "I've been here before, and I don't care where I'm going."
  • "Don't you throw our dreams away."
  • "Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret."
  • "I can see that you're uneasy and its not gonna change."
  • "Don't say good-bye, just dry your eyes."

anonymous asked:

Hello :3~ can i request a scenario where Baekhyun falls for your best friend, but in the end he regrets it and tries to get you back? The ending is up to you but if you end up with someone else then can it be Kris? Thank you~ xoxo

It’s You ~Baekhyun~ ♡

My Baekhyun bias feels were just all over the place with this one, I couldn’t even handle myself lakjghfsdgkn I hope you like it!

“Do you want to share my smoothie, jagiyah?”

“Awh, of course I do, Baekhyun. How sweet of you!”

Baekhyun grinned and stuck another straw into his smoothie, moving it towards his girlfriend, Linda.

You sat across from the two love-struck idiots and sipped on your own smoothie by yourself while glaring at them. They were too busy in their own world to notice your cold glances.

Baekhyun should’ve been yours, not Linda’s. She was your best friend, and you did feel happy for her, but even she knew how much you liked Baekhyun.

And now there she was, sharing a smoothie with him and completely ignoring your presence.

The two of them had originally asked you to go down to the diner near the school to do some homework together. But, the only thing that they’ve done in the past half an hour you’ve been there is kiss, giggle, and share that stupid freaking smoothie.

“Okay,” You cleared your throat rather loudly and picked up your notebook. “How about we actually stop being all gross and actually do some homework? I don’t know about you guys, but that sounds great to me.”

Baekhyun took one sip from his smoothie and licked his lips, which made your heart falter just a bit. “We can start to do homework in like ten minutes, ______. No need to rush things,” he said.

Linda nodded and agreed with him.

You gritted your teeth and tried your best to not freak out in front of the two of them. “Well,” you said. “You two have just made me waste a good thirty minutes that I could’ve used to do my homework. So,-“ You began to put everything away into your backpack. “-If you two are just gonna sit there and make out, then go ahead. I’m leaving.” You shot them both a cold smile before stomping out the door.

Go ahead, Baekhyun. Continue to be all lovey dovey with Linda and break my heart a little bit more each time. It’s completely okay with me.

——————-

The next day, you arrived early to class so that you could finish some of the homework that you didn’t get to last night. Turns out those thirty minutes wasted were actually a significant amount of your homework time.

Well actually, the only reason they were a lot was because you had spent most of your time thinking about Baekhyun….but still. Those two wasted your time.

You were just about to finish the last math problem on your worksheet when you heard someone walk into the room. Looking up, you were surprised to see Baekhyun walking into the class. As soon as his eyes fell on you, he shot you a warm smile.

But you ignored him and went back to your word problems.

Baekhyun sighed and went to go sit down in the seat next to yours. “Hey,” he said.

You scribbled something on your paper and glanced at him. “Hey.”

“Are you mad at me?”

“Maybe.” You continued to work out the problems, but it was no use. You knew there was not a chance you could focus with Baekhyun being that close to you.

Baekhyun sighed and dropped his backpack on the floor. “Please don’t be mad at me,” he said sadly. “I’m sorry, ______.”

You hated when he did that. When he talked in that cute voice of his and pouted, knowing that it would make anybody forgive him.

“I’m not mad,” you assured him. “Don’t worry about it, Baek.”

“Good.” He reached into his backpack and pulled out his notebook and pencil. “I don’t like it when you’re mad at me.”

His words made you smile, but you tried to hide it.

If only you knew how much you drive me crazy…

———————-

One week later, and it was the school annual winter dance. Everybody of course had a date, and then there was you. All alone with nobody to go to the dance with.

You shut your locker and let out a sigh. In the last week, your feelings for Baekhyun had begun to die down a bit, and you were beginning to accept the fact that he wasn’t going to end up with you.

“Hey, _____!” Linda chirped. She beamed widely and pointed at the winter dance poster that was on the wall beside your locker. “Are you excited for the dance tonight? I am!”

“I could do without the dance,” you admitted. “I think I’m just staying home this year.”

“What? Why?”

“Well, it wouldn’t exactly be the best thing to show up without a date, would it?”

Linda frowned and leaned against the lockers. “Oh, give it a little more time,” she said. “I’m sure somebody will ask you out.”

“Easy for you to say,” you mumbled under your breath. “So let me guess, Baekhyun asked you to the dance, right?” The words stung your heart, but you sucked it up and asked anyway.

“No,” she replied. “There’s no need. We’re already going out, what’s the point in him having to ask me to the dance? Obviously we’re going together.”

You threw your backpack over your shoulders and began to walk towards the front doors. Linda followed close behind. “Wait,” you said. “So Baekhyun never actually asked you?”

She shook her head. “I told you he doesn’t have to!”

You just nodded your head and continued to walk. It was strange that Baekhyun didn’t formally ask Linda to the dance, even if they were going out. You knew him well enough to know that he took opportunities like the dance as chances to come up with silly yet romantic ways to ask his girlfriend out. He liked showing his girlfriend off to people. It was strange, but you just shook it off.

——————-

Somehow, Linda had ended up dragging you to the dance. You tried to tell her that you didn’t have anything to wear, but she gave you an entire makeover and dragged you to the dance.

Now here you were, sitting at one of the tables by yourself, watching all the other couples dancing in the middle of the gym.

This was just fantastic.

Surprisingly, Baekhyun hadn’t picked Linda up from her house, so Linda just ended up driving the both of you there. As soon as the two of you arrived, Linda went to go search for Baekhyun.

Which then again led to you sitting here at the table alone.

You sighed and began to play with the napkin in front of you. Linda had done your makeup and you were not too happy about it. Makeup really wasn’t your favorite thing in the world, so you didn’t enjoy having that entire gunk all over your face.

“_____?”

You turned around to look at whoever had called your name.

Baekhyun stood there with a surprised expression. “Is that you, ____?” he asked.

You smiled and pointed to your face. “I know, this makeup is awful. You don’t have to remind me.”
Baekhyun shook his head and sat down in the seat next to you. “No,” he said softly. “No, no, you look beautiful.”

Your heart sped up at his words. “T-Thanks,” you stuttered and shyly looked down at the table. “Hey, Linda’s looking for you somewhere. Shouldn’t you be-“

“Don’t worry about her. I don’t think me and her will be dancing together in this gym any time soon.” He chuckled softly.

“What? What happened?”

“We broke up.”

“Really?” You immediately looked up to meet his eyes, trying to see if there was any sadness or hurt in them. Surprisingly, there wasn’t any. “How come you two broke up?”

He shrugged. “I think it was just meant to happen.”

In all honesty, you didn’t want to hear about this topic anymore. It was none of your business, and you just didn’t want to talk about anything relating to Linda and Baekhyun together.

“Hey, how come you didn’t ask Linda to the dance?” you asked him, which must’ve caught him by surprise because his eyes widened slightly. “I mean I know you, Baek. You like asking your girlfriend out to all these dances in the weirdest ways. How come you didn’t do that for Linda?”

Baekhyun played with his fingers for a while before staring at you intently. He stayed like that for a good three minutes before he said anything else. “Because I wanted to go with somebody else,” he answered.

Now it was your turn to have your eyes widened. “Somebody else? But Baekhyun, you’re supposed to be-“

Baekhyun cut you off by standing up and grabbing your hand. “Dance with me?” It seemed more like a statement rather than a question because he just pulled you to the dance floor before you could say anything.

There were probably a billion questions running through your mind, but the second that Baekhyun pulled you close to him on the dance floor….everything just stopped.

Nothing else mattered anymore. You two were the only people in that entire room.

Baekhyun smiled and placed one hand on your hip while the other held your hand. He swayed you back and forth while humming to the song that was playing.

You closed your eyes and rested your head on his shoulder. In all honesty, absolutely nothing made sense at that moment. What happened to Linda? Are Linda and Baekhyun still dating? Should you even be this close to him right now? Was Linda hurt?

But the way that Baekhyun held you, the way he rested his head on top of yours, the way he hummed into your ear…it just felt so right.

“Baekhyun?” you spoke up as the song began to end.

“Hmm?” he hummed in response.

“Who did you want to go to the dance with?”

The song finally ended and Baekhyun pulled away from you slowly, only to stare into your eyes and smirk. “You.” He pressed his forehead against yours and closed his eyes. “I think I made a big mistake when I asked Linda out. Not that she isn’t an amazing girl, it’s just that…. I think I was supposed to be with someone else. There’s this other girl out there who I’d just kill to be with. Somebody who’s perfect for me.”

His proximity was causing you to lose your breath, but you managed to let one single word escape your lips. “Who?”

He moved his lips closer to yours. “Can’t you guess who it is?” He finally closed the gap between the two of you and pressed his lips against yours.

Oh goodness gracious, you were kissing Baekhyun. You were kissing freaking Byun Baekhyun, the guy who you thought would never return your feelings.

His lips moved slowly against yours, making the moment even more amazing than it already was. He smiled into the kiss and pulled you closer to him.

After a few minutes, he pulled away and gasped for air. “If you still don’t know,” he said. “It’s you, jagiyah.”

HOLY CRAP IT LITERALLY LOOKS LIKE HE’S REACHING OUT OF YOUR SCREEN ALL LIKE “COME HERE, YOU KNOW YOU WANT THIS” OMG BAEK PLEASE STOP ITT OMG BAEKHYUN LLOOOVVEEE MMMMEEEEE

anonymous asked:

Hey there! Just wanted to let you know that I can't wait until the day your diagnosed as being diabetic or some other weight related disease. I've been following you for a while and I saw that from highschool to now you've gained an ass ton of weight. And for what? To prove a point? It sickens me that you're so large, it's great that your happy and go ahead and spam this with pictures of yourself because I don't mind your appearance but you're the definition of greed and gluttony

so let’s see here -
you are telling me, a complete stranger, that I am unhealthy and yet you have openly admitted to the following:
- you are literally hoping, wishing, and WAITING for a complete stranger to get an illness just so that you think YOU can prove a point.
- you are following a complete stranger for the mere purpose of hoping one day they become unwell and you want to bask in that.
- you stated, “it’s great that your happy and go ahead and spam this with pictures of yourself because I don’t mind your appearance” all the while basing everything you’ve said..off of my appearance.  you very obviously care about my appearance, don’t try to fool yourself into thinking you’re less of an asshole than you really are. do you also follow around people with an abundance of material possessions and tell them how greedy and wasteful they are?  nah, I bet you don’t.

bottom line - one of us really does need help here and I’m telling you it’s not me.

What is happiness? A clear horizon, nothing to worry about on your plate. Only things that are creative and not destructive. I can’t bear quarreling, I can’t bear feelings between people. I think hatred is wasted energy and its all non–productive. I am very sensitive. A sharp word said by a person who has a temper, if he is close to me, haunts me for days. I know we are only human. We do go in through these various emotions, we call them negative emotions. But when all these are removed and you can look forward and the road is clear ahead and now you are going to create something, I think that’s as happy as I would ever want to be.
—  Alfred Hitchcock

Idk why all the girls I know are so into guys…like guys aren’t that great? You’re 19/20/21 can you please chill and focus on school and get ahead so you can support your own damn self, if you will, please? You like the attention guys give you, I get it, but what is that attention going to do for you, unless you decide you’re ready to get married? Because guys at this age are crap, literally crap on the bottom of your shoe, and there’s no point in giving them the time of day/wasting your time thinking about them when they won’t last/are not even worth it. Literally you’re wasting your time. Both of you are.