i'm laughing all the time i watch

anonymous asked:

Not to one up the anon earlier, but I too just caught up with the manga, literally last night and I laugh-cried so much I caught a cold.

all these people catching up with their mangas overnight and then there’s me, who took two weeks to read like the 72 or so chapters that were out at the time and is dawdling way too much on reading soul eater.

  • Namjoon: Hey Jungkook.
  • Jungkook: What?
  • Namjoon: Can I share something with you from earlier today?
  • Jungkook: What is it?
  • Namjoon: Well, I sent you a text...
  • Jungkook: Mmhm.
  • Namjoon: ...Early in the morning.
  • Jungkook: Yeah.
  • Namjoon: Because I have to go out of town for one weekend this month, and so, I was like, I won't give specific dates, but "Do you have any preference whether I go this weekend, or the next weekend?"
  • Jungkook: Mmhm.
  • Namjoon: Your response...
  • Jungkook: *Starts laughing*
  • Namjoon: At 9:30 in the morning..."Motherfucking Jesse Eisenberg Jesus Christ fuck dude motherfucking Facebook movie bullshit Jesus can you fucking believe this shit"
  • Jungkook: *Laughing louder*
  • Namjoon: ...No punctuation ...Random capitalisation. So I respond, "I have no idea what we're talking about right now." Forty-five minutes pass. I get a text from you: "Goddamn created Facebook and fucking lawyers and shit right fucking Winklevoss twins goddamn rowing the boat fuck yo shit I can't even fucking believe this shit have you seen this shit fuck I just watched this shit fuck Jesse Eisenberg man"
  • Jungkook: *Laughing even louder*
  • Namjoon: I respond, "Jungkook, you're scaring me." An hour passes. You respond, "Motherfucking Spider-Man Spider-Man you put in the time fuck put in the time motherfucking build shit with his bare hands fucking best friend shit Jesse Eisenberg ...I'm very tired"
  • Jungkook: *Crying with laughter*
  • Namjoon: I'm just like, "No problem, man. I'll do most of the talking at the interview today." Immediate response, I'm talkin' like five seconds later: "No man I'll just talk about the Facebook movie all day shit man you have to be so interested in the shit I have to say about the Facebook movie fuck dude I just watched it a year and a half ago fuck Jesse Eisenberg man he fucked over Spider-Man crazy Winklevoss twins rowing Trent resin or did the soundtrack fuck this guy who invented Facebook I don't like dying I cant think of who the fuck invented Facebook all I can think is the guy who played the guy who invented Facebook who the fuck invented Facebook" And then, in all capital letters, two hours later, "MARK ZUCKERBERG"
  • Jungkook: *Hysterical laughter*
  • Akira: Hey Ryuji
  • Ryuji: What?
  • Akira: Can I share something with you from earlier today?
  • Ryuji: What is it, Akira?
  • Akira: Well, I sent you a text early in the morning.
  • Ryuji: Yeah
  • Akira: Because I have to go out of town for one weekend this month, and so I was like, I won't give specific dates, but I was like "do you have any preference whether I go this weekend, or the next weekend?"
  • Ryuji: Mmm-hmm
  • Akira: Your response...
  • Ryuji: *starts laughing*
  • Akira: At 9:30 in the morning...
  • Ryuji: *continues laughing*
  • Akira: "Motherfucking Jesse Eisenberg Jesus Christ fuck dude motherfucking Facebook movie bullshit Jesus can you fucking believe this shit"
  • Ryuji: *continues laughing even louder*
  • Akira: No-no-no punctuation. Random capitalization.
  • Akira: So I respond, "I have no idea what we're talking about right now."
  • Akira: Forty-five minutes pass. I get a text from you: "Goddamn creator of Facebook right fucking lawyers and shit right fucking Winklevoss twins goddamn rowing the boat fucking shit i cant even fucking believe this shit have you seen this shit fuck I just watched this shit fuck Jesse Eisenberg man"
  • Ryuji: *continues laughing*
  • Akira: I respond, "Ryuji, you're scaring me." An hour passes. You respond, "Motherfucking Spider-Man Spider-Man you put in the time fuck put in the time motherfucking build shit with his bare hands fucking best friend shit Jesse Eisenberg. I'm very tired"
  • Ryuji: *laughs*
  • Akira: I'm just like, "No problem, man. I'll do most of the talking at the hideout today." Immediate, like, response, I'm talkin' like five seconds later: "No man I'll just talk about the Facebook movie all day shit man you have to be so interested in the shit I have to say about the Facebook movie fuck dude I just watched it a year and a half ago fuck Jesse Eisenberg man he fucked over Spider-Man crazy Winklevoss twins rowing Trent resin or did the soundtrack fuck this guy who invented Facebook I don't like die I cant think of who the fuck invented Facebook all I can think is the guy who played the guy who invented Facebook who the fuck invented Facebook" And then, in all capital letters, two hours later, "MARK ZUCKERBERG"
  • Ryuji: *hysterical laughing*
  • what she says: i'm fine
  • what she means: it's 1:59am and i'm literally lying in bed thinking about the umbrella scene and how important it is to the entire existence of the characters and relationships in this show. it is so symbolic of the connection between adrien and marinette and even though we've seen all different variations of their interactions throughout the entire season before that moment, nothing comes close to how significant and poignant this final scene is for these two characters. the shift in colors and atmosphere from the rest of the show in this one scene just emphasizes how important it is and the final line of the scene and episode and technically even season is literally "those two are meant for each other," tying everything up so perfectly that i have no words to describe how i feel about that final line. i also just stopped in the middle of this rant to watch the scene for the 30th time and i'm overwhelmed by how beautiful it is, from adrien's laugh to marinette's sigh to the amazing soundtrack in the background. but most importantly i am so happy that above all else, this scene establishes the friendship between adrien and marinette and how important it is to adrien especially. every time i watch this scene i feel so content and so satisfied and so blessed. we are so blessed to be living in the same lifetime as this scene. we are so blessed

evamoans  asked:

prompt: isak taking care of even in one way or another, maybe he has food poisoning because isak decided to cook food for him in their new apartment :)

Hello there, @evamoans my dear! I’m so, SO sorry for how late this is–between a couple of trips and work being crazy, the prompts in my inbox got away from me (also, I’m the worst, which I think is well-known at this point). But I loved your prompt and couldn’t leave it unfilled, so here you go! It got way too long and way too schmoopy, OOPS. Thank you for sending it my way! Can also be found on AO3 here.

the boyfriend experience

The thing is—and Isak supposes it should come as no surprise, given the ludicrously romantic timing and circumstances of their first kiss—Even is an absolutely phenomenal boyfriend.

And it’s not just the comforting, casual touches and the unreasonably frequent cuddling and the life-altering, mind-blowing sex, either.

(Although that stuff is pretty damn good.)

(Like, seriously. He cannot over-emphasize how good it is.)

It’s the soothing backrubs, and making sure Isak eats breakfast before school, and surprising Isak with baked goods or coffee or little trinkets that remind Even of something Isak said the previous week. It’s knowing when Isak is one textbook paragraph away from studying himself to an early grave and coaxing him into taking a break with the promise of sleep or snacks or Netflix (and yes, sometimes sexual favors are on the table. Hell, sometimes they take place on the table). 

It’s knowing when to press and when to hold back, when to offer quiet support and when to take the lead. Knowing when Isak needs to be alone because he got a shitty text from his shitty father, and when he needs to talk about it, or be spooned within an inch of his life, or fuck to forget.

The point is: Even is great. Even is perfect. So perfect, in fact, that the alarming and ever-growing disparity between them, in terms of boyfriend-ing, has become impossible to ignore. Try as he might to talk himself down, Isak can’t quite stop that ugly fear from gnawing at him—the fear that Even will wake up one day and suddenly realize, fuck, why in God’s name am I doing all this work for a smelly, socially awkward slob with no money and no skills and Dorito crumbs in his bed?

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This is seriously one of my favorite things of all time. I’M IN TEARS EVERYTIME I WATCH IT because this boy is so SILLY it warms my heart and makes me laugh

Scorpius chats with Ron
  • Rose invited Scorpius over for the afternoon one summer to have dinner with them, but Ron insisted on having a chat with him because he thought they were dating, even though Rose insisted that they were not. So, Scorpius sat down and talked to Ron and...
  • Ron: What’s your full name?
  • Scorpius: Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy. Some people call me Scorp.
  • Ron: I hear you tease Rose sometimes.
  • Scorpius: Um... *rubs the back of his neck* I used to in first to third year, but we're friends now. I promise I won't do it anymore. Posie- I mean, Rose- is so funny when she's angry, that's all.
  • Ron: So, Scorpius, you’re how old now? *looking gruff and like he’ll shoot Scorpius*
  • Scorpius: Fourteen, sir.
  • Ron: Fourth year, hm?
  • Scorpius: Yep. Same year as Rose. OWLs will be next year, so I’m pretty nervous. I know Posie will do well though, she’s brilliant.
  • Ron: Yes, well, she’s her mother’s daughter. *chuckles* What’s your favourite subject?
  • Scorpius: Potions, because Dad taught me. But Charms is fun when Posie helps me out.
  • Ron: What do you want to be when you grow up?
  • Scorpius: Maybe a Professor. I love Hogwarts. I'm not as good at it, but I think that I’d like to teach Transfiguration though, it’s so cool. McGonagall’s my favourite teacher.
  • Ron: I see. And what about your father and mother, do you get along with them?
  • Scorpius: Well- this is rare, but it happens - Dad loses his temper. He’ll snap at me and Mum. Mum annoys me from time to time. She’s a stickler for dressing up and being clean and all that.
  • Ron: My mum was like that and now my wife is too. Terrible fate, I’ve got.
  • Hermione: I HEARD THAT!
  • Scorpius: *laughs*
  • Ron: You like Wizard chess?
  • Scorpius: Yes, Al and I play all the time in the Slytherin common room.
  • Ron: Really? *chuckles* Reminds me of me and Harry. And what about Quidditch? Do you play?
  • Scorpius: No, sir. I like to watch, though. James is really good and so is that Zabini bloke from my house. And I really love the Chud-
  • Ron: *screams at him and flails his arms* CHUDLEY CANONS?!
  • Scorpius: *looking scared* Uh... y-yeah... it’s my... um...favourite team. Why? Is... is that bad? I'm s-sorry.
  • Ron: *shakes his hand* Welcome to the family!
  • Scorpius: What? But I’m...
  • Ron: My son!
  • Hugo: DAD?!
  • Ron: You Puddlemore supporter!
  • Scorpius: Puddlemore? Hugo, are you off your rockers?
  • Ron: I love this one. I love him. *hugs Scorpius*
  • Scorpius: But sir, Rose and I aren’t even dating. She’s my friend.
  • Ron: What do you think of her?
  • Scorpius: Well... she’s respectable and funny and kind and brave and... *blushes just a bit* maybe a teensy bit pretty?
  • Ron: ROSE!
  • Rose: Yes, Dad? Is dinner ready? I was just working on my History of Magic assignment and I-
  • Ron: You marry this one, okay? *pats him on the back and squeals* He likes Chudley Canons!
  • Rose: What?!
  • Scorpius: What?!
  • Ron: I give up all the things I said about you never marrying a Malfoy. Just go ahead, fall in love! *pushes him towards her* So long as he keeps loving Chudleys. Say, what was your favourite game?
  • Scorpius: But sir...?
  • Ron: *grinning like a fool* Which one? Come on, then.
  • Scorpius: 1988 Winter Games. I saw it on tape with Dad.
  • Ron: I’m calling Draco on the pellyphone to arrange a marriage.
  • Hermione: What? Ron, you can’t! Rose needs to make her own choices. Plus, you hated the Malfoys, why do you change your mind over a Quidditch team?
  • Rose: Dad, I don't want to have an arranged marriage!
  • Ron: *ignoring them* Hello, Malfoy? I’d like to ask a favour...
  • Rose: Um... sorry, my family’s crazy. *blushing*
  • Scorpius: Yep, I can see that. I don’t mind. *smiles at her*

anonymous asked:

Hi could I get a scenario reaction thingy for when they're trying to be cutesy and sweet and call you princess and you correct them like um no sorry I'm a queen. All members would be lovely but if not I mainly just want Changkyun, Jooheon and Wonho please and thanks, love your blog btw have a good day/night

Thank you! I love you too and hope you had a nice day as well. 

Originally posted by sweetramenwonho

Wonho - When you correct him, calling yourself a queen, he’ll smile and laugh, placing an arm on his chest and say, “My apologies, my Queen. How lowly of a servant I am, but I will watch my words from now on.” Honestly, Wonho would just be smiling the whole time and remembering your sassy words from then on. He’ll just go along with the flow and call you “My Dearest Queen” but find it amusing when he “accidentally” calls you a princess again.

Originally posted by smol-kihyuns

Jooheon - A chuckle and a pat on the head is Jooheon. He’ll find it cute that you said such thing, and he’d shake his head and call you whatever you want to be called. He has said that he would call his girlfriend “Princess” though “Queen” is no different. Either way, it’s his way of showing affection and whenever you correct him again, he’ll say a quick apology before correcting himself. 

Originally posted by monbeboo

I.M - “Then I guess I’m your King?” Is something I.M would say in this situation. Who could ever resist Changkyun’s aegyo? Like Wonho, he’d go along with your little scenario and call you his Queen from now on. Now that I think about it, he’d do his rap from Queen and just turn it into teasing every time you mentioned the word. He wouldn’t mean any harm and he’d just want you to feel more special and close to his heart. Aw.

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  • Aoi: so far none of the (episode) titles rang a bell but this time I laughed for the first time.
  • Naotora - The Lady Warlord
  • coming up next
  • -------"Your Name"
  • ------------(episode 21)
  • Aoi: this season we got Warlord → Little Giant → Gintama, ah, I’m really looking forward to the beginning of the week.
  • Aoi: I only watch between seasons (when they do all the 2-3 hour special TV programs) so don’t say anything 😌
  • _________________
  • Note: Onna jōshu Naotora (おんな城主 直虎, engl. Naotora - The Lady Warlord) is a TV series. I think, next week's episode title is ぬしの名は which translates to "Your Name". Apparently it's funny cause it reminds of the new, very popular Makoto Shinkai anime 君の名は which also means "Your Name" (nushi/ぬし was used as "you" like 500 years ago).

rest in pieces, you meme-loving fuck


“Hug, guys, hug! - Tighter!”

anonymous asked:

i'm watching a video on yt (youtube.*com/watch?v=TPxFjTwzyBQ) and i'm laughing so hard why are we so extra


0:55 That one time when Ratmos punched Falcao on the face and didn’t even see a yellow.
2:47 D.Costa against the whole RM defense
3:25 Diego flops and Simeone desperately asks for a yellow.
4:00 P*pe laughing at Diego for his yellow and Raul Garcia pushing him away like ‘if you want to talk shit, say it to me, bitch”
5:20 Ratmos touches Juanfran and that’s enough for Koke to stop the fight by hugging Ratmos
5:25 That one time when Crispy almost kills Manquillo (scary fall warning)
6:47 P*pe flopping so dramatically that nobody bought it
6:56 When Mono Burgos was so out of his mind that TEN men had to push him away from the ref.

7:30 Pedro Pablo saving the day

9:18 When Thibu acting skills were so poor that not even the ref believed him
10:46 Saul not having any of Ratmos’ shit
14:00 That epic moment when Gabi fouled Crispy, Crispy kicked him in the face and saw the red card, Gabi got out of the pitch because his nose was bleeding and as soon as he came back he saw the yellow for the tackle.

And not pictured on the video, that one time when Mandzukic asked Ratmos if he wanted a tissue for all his whining

Coconut Oil

// In which Justin and Y/N fuck in the tour bus bathroom //

*Warning Mature Content*


“Justin!” I pounded on the door of the bathroom. There was no response from the other side of the door as the shower kept running. My phone buzzed again, indicating another text from Scooter was delivered to my phone. After informing him about the situation as hand, I popped other the bathroom door and leaned my head in so Justin could hear me properly.

“Justin!” I called him name again.

“What!?” He asked quickly, sounding startled and tensed the sound of my voice.

“I’m coming in to do my hair and we needed to checkout like five minutes ago,” I opened the door and looked in the partly fogged up to see my hair all kinds of fucked up.

“No, get out!” He protested quickly.

“I wouldn’t need to be in here if you didn’t take so goddamn long,” I snapped back, part my hair into a few sections to oiling my scalp and roots.

“Have you seen my coconut oil?” I looked all the bathroom which is where I knew I left it last before the concert.

“Um… yeah. I have it.. Here,” He handed me my jar of coconut through the hole he created between the shower curtain and the wall. His hands glistened in the light as he held out the jar from the shower.

“Why were you using it?” I took it out of his hand, suspiciously.

“Um…. to condition,” He stuttered out.

“Condition what?” Homeboy barely had any hair left on top of his head.

“Apparently, it will make my hair grow faster. Any other other questions, detective?” He snapped at me. I did have more questions but the ringing of my phone interrupted my train of thought. I answered my phone to hear Scooter immediately going off on me.

“It’s not my fault he won’t get out the shower!” I complained.

“Tell him I’ll be fifteen more minutes,” Justin piped up.

“That’s what I told him twenty minutes ago,” I covered the speaker of the phone before telling Scooter we’d be down in five minutes and hanging up. “Get out the shower because by the time we leave here, there will barely be enough time for the tour to be set up. Just take another shower on the bus if you’re so pressed but, we need to leave now,” I told Justin the situation again as I tried to do something quick with my hair.

“Fine, I’m coming. Shit,” Justin grumbled over the water.

“Can you please get out while I get dressed?” He asked, cutting off the water.

“You have two minutes,” I told him before walking out with my hair looking decent. Looking around the hotel room, I tossed anything that Justin had laying around, into his duffle bag while I waited. I laughed at the sight of an almost full condom box in his bag that I’d definitely be teasing him about. A moment later, Justin came out the of the bathroom wearing sweats and a t shirt, buzzed hair still wet, with an apparent attitude on his face.

“What’s you issue?” I cocked my eyebrow.

“I just want enough privacy to at least take a shower in peace without getting interrupted,” he complained and took his bag out of my hand.

“Don’t catch an attitude when you knew we were in a rush from the start. You could’ve taken a shower on the bus and eaten on the drive. You’re the one who wanted to sit down for dinner then come back to the hotel,” I reminded him, matter if factly. We bickered the whole time as we walked out the hotel room and made our way to the lobby where Scooter was waiting. He rolled his eyes at us but led us out the building with security at our sides. Fans screamed and waved but we quickly made our way to the bus because there was definitely not enough time to talk.

“We should get to the next venue by 3pm. We’ll see if there’s time to stop for breakfast in the morning,” Scooter spoke before going to the staff tour bus.

“It’s about time. Were y'all fucking up there or something? Because that took way too long,” Za asked from the bus lounge we were now in, looking up from his phone.

“No,” I laughed before going over to my luggage that was sat under my bunk. “Are you going to take another shower or?” I asked Justin while grabbing some shorts and a tank top from my bag.

“There’s no point anymore,” He grumbled.

“Okay…” I looked at him, waiting for him to explain but he ignored my stare and kept tapping away at his phone. I rolled my eyes, already tired of his attitude. By the time I finished my nightly routine and came back out, all the boys were lounged out on the couches watching some scary movie on the flat screen.

“Jay, play me in 2k?” Ryan asked, setting up the play station.

“No,” Justin mumbled from the other couch.

“I’ll play you, bro,” Za got up to grab the controllers.

“I’m watching this,” Justin protested, killing the vibe. The thing was that Justin wasn’t even looking up from his phone to even view the movie.

“Fine, we’ll play in your room,” Za rolled his eyes. “Why is he so agg?” Za asked me right in front of Justin as if he was no longer there.

“I don’t know. Justin was just taking a long ass shower and got mad because we needed to leave,” I shrugged.

“Aw bro, you didn’t finish jacking your shit did you?” Khalil cooed making everyone laugh.

“Wait… is that why you had my coconut oil?” I gasped at the realization. Justin’s face heated up but he didn’t deny my accusation. “You were in the shower for like 40 minutes, had coconut oil, and still didn’t bust a nut? Tragic.” I shook my head.

“Shit, he probably over there watching porn,” Ryan laughed.

“What kind do you think?” Fredo asked.

“Definitely hentai with the fucking tentacle shit,” I suggested making everyone laugh.

“Fuck off,” Justin groaned, rubbing his face out of annoyance. We finally dropped the joke after a few more bad puns and Justin was really agitated.

Half an hour later, Za and Ryan resided in the the back bedroom playing video games, Fredo was in his bunk, Justin was still pissy on the couch, and Khalil and I were fooling around on snapchat. Not paying attention to whatever dumb movie Justin was watching, Khalil and I were laid down on the other couch and going through all the snapchat filters. Khalil was playing music, causing me to dance in my seat while we recorded with the puppy filter. Playfully twerking and grinding in my seat, I laughed as I danced to a surprisingly pleasant mash up between A Thousand Miles and Hard In Da Paint.

“Can you please put some fucking clothes on?” Justin asked me from across the tour bus as I was swirling my hips on beat.

“Excuse me?” I picked my head up from the couch I was taking selfies on. Khalil was mute as he looked between the two of us.

“You heard what I said,” Justin spoke.

“Yeah, I did and I’m confused as to why you think you can speak me any kind of way. You begged me to come see you on tour and now that I’m here you gon act pussy? Nah, nigga. You got the wrong one,” I sat up and dared him to try me again.

“Oh look! That hoe Andria from Houston calling. Got to take this,” Khalil got the fuck out of the room while Justin and I glared at each other.

“I’m going to bed,” He stated, getting up from the couch and muttering something smart under his breath. At the sound of that, I shot out of my seat and blocked the passage to the bunks.

“What was that, Bieber?” I lightly pushed him back. He glared at me as he tried to move past me again. A smile took over my face at the sight of him getting more agitated. If he was going to be in a bad mood for no reason, at least I could give him a reason to be pressed.

“Move, Y/N,” he tried to go again and I let him but snatched his phone in the process. “Give me it back,” He tone was short of patience but I didn’t care.

“Come get it from me,” I waved it in his face before holding it behind my back. He rolled his eyes in annoyance but still lunged at me.

“Baby boy, you may be stronger than me but I’m much quicker,” I dodged him and moved to the other side of the bus.

“You know what? Keep it,” He gave up and turned back to the bunks.

“Okay, I guess I’ll just see what you were so focus on,” I started to unlock his phone but I was quickly tackled to the ground. I yelped in surprise but held onto the phone as I tried to get out of his grasp. I tried to crawl away but Justin tugged me back with a grip of my ankles.

“Let me go!” I laughed, wiggling in his arms. Justin quickly tried to reach for my hand with the phone but I bit at his arm before he could get to it. A childish smile took over his face as he struggled to try to pin me down. Gaining a hold of one of my hands, Justin tugged me towards him. He hovered over me for a moment and then he was leaning down. His eyes went back and forth between my eyes and lips as he got closer. Panicking, I turned my head and pushed his torso, knocking over the balance in the arm that was supporting him.

Taking his power, I used his faulty posture to spin the situation around and pin him down. Before he could reach the phone again, I slipped it into my bra knowing he wouldn’t do anything about it. He groaned in defeat and plopped his head back onto the ground. At the sight of him taking the loss, I leaned back in his lap laughing. My laugh was cut short when I felt stirring beneath my ass and a choked out moan left Justin’s mouth. I looked down at him with surprise as his eyes clenched shut while he throbbed again.

“So this is why you’ve been so pressed with me… literally,” I pinned his hands down when before he could move me.

“Just give me my phone,” He spoke through clenched teeth.

“So you can watch porn and jerk off?” I questioned him.

“Yes, unless you’re trying to help me out,” He flipped out position easily.

“You’re kidding, right?” I quirked my eyebrow up. With Justin there was no telling whether or not he was bluffing.

“I haven’t fucked anyone in a month and I was about to kiss you less than thirty seconds ago so, no. I’m not kidding,” Justin watched the changing emotions on my face.

“Why? You have hoes in every city?” I laughed. There was no way he could be serious.

“They’re all too extra. I don’t need to start that Chantal, Yovanna type shit up again,” Justin reminded me of the last time he tried to keep up with bitches.

“They weren’t shit,” I agreed. I wanted to fight them so bad but the boys would never leave me alone with me long enough to start something up.

“I know and this just makes sense. I’m tired of jacking off and I sure as hell know you haven’t been putting out lately. How about we both let out a little steam,” He easily flipped me on my back and pinned my wrists down above my head.

“I’m not desperate like you are,” I denied, ignoring the feeling of his dick hard against my thigh.

“Fine, then give me my phone, unless you want me to get it myself,” I laid there and watched him, calculating my next move. A moment passed without me saying a thing and in response, his hands started at my waist before dragging upwards. His hand squeezed my breast once before slipping between the valley to get to his phone.

“Just this once?” I hummed into his touch.

“Just this once, maybe twice… or a few times. But before we get ahead of ourselves, we’ll have to see round one goes,” he chuckled.

“You’re so cocky,” I rolled my eyes.

“It’s hard not to me. Do you get it? because I’m hard right now,” He rolled his hips into mine so that more of him was against me.

“Shut up,” I spoke before bringing his lips down on mine. This definitely wasn’t out first time kissing but it was our first time with the intent of sex. The kiss was sloppy as we rolled around on the floor, trying to do everything at once. Our lips were locked in a heated embrace but I quickly yanked my head away when I saw Khalil coming back towards us. Catching sight of him as well, Justin quickly put me in a headlock and laid on top of me before Khalil came in.

“Tap out,” Justin called, putting more of his weight on me.

“Get off of me!” I squirmed under him but it was no use against his built body.

“Y'all are children,” Khalil shook his head at us before plugging in his phone to the charger and taking his seat again.

“Tap out and then meet me in the bathroom,” He murmured him my ear. Giving in, I quickly banged my hand against the floor so that he would get off of me.

“Well I’m going to take this victory with pride,” Justin bowed once and walked off to the bathroom. Khalil rolled his eyes before a FaceTime ringtone emitted from his phone. While Khalil was acting like a fucknigga on FaceTime, I snuck away to the bathroom.The bathroom sat between the bunk area and the back bedroom so I peaked in both areas to make shut no one was watching as I slipped into the small bathroom.

I was barely in there before Justin pulled me against the door to close it. His hands and lips were everywhere as he tried to quickly strip me out of my clothes. My shorts were on the ground in a second and his hand quickly found his way into my panties.

I let out little pants of air as Justin quickly slipped his fingers between my slit. Our movements were harsh as our lips smacked against each other’s. His hot body against mine, sent tingles of pleasure throughout my body. I was so unbelievable wet and ready for Justin with such little foreplay that, I had to push him away so that I wouldn’t faint from arousal.

“You wanna know what I was doing in the shower?” Justin asked, leaning against the glass shower wall. I nodded slowly and watched as he pulled his pants and boxers down in one go. His hard dick sprang up and hit his toned stomach making him moan.  

Justin’s eyes watched mine as he took himself into his hand. He shuddered out a pleased moan as he formed a fist around himself. I whimpered as I watched him please himself on full display for me. A shiver racked through his body as his plump lips formed an O shape around his silent moan. His eyes broke contact as his head leaned back against the glass in bliss. As though he couldn’t take anymore, he pulled his hands off himself and looked at me with smile.

“Get in here and do the rest,” He spoke lowly as he stepped into the shower, the largest part of the tiny bathroom. I said nothing as I stripped myself from my clothes and joined him. I kneeled down and gave is raging dickhead a little kiss before trailing feverish kisses up his torso and neck to his lips.

Justin quickly turned and leaned me against the shower wall. My arms wrapped around his next instantly and he pulled one of my legs around his waist and ground himself into me. I let out a loud moan when his fingers were on my most sensitive spot again, this time pushing into me with two fingers.

“Justin,” I whimpered out his name as I rocked myself against his thick fingers.

“Say my name. Tell me how wet I’m getting you,” He finger fucked me harder while his hips continued to roll against mine.

“So fucking good. Fuck me, Justin,” I leaned my head back in pleasure. My head didn’t snap back up again until he wrapped my other leg around him and held me up against the shower wall.

“How much can you take?” He asked while rubbing his cock in my wetness and pressing himself against my entrance. Just that alone had me wanting more.

“I can take it all,” I spoke, looking directly into his eyes with confidence. His eyes grew darker at my words and in half a second, he thrusted his whole length into me. A jolt of air was pushed out of my lungs at the sudden intrusion but he gave me no time to get regroup. With his hands on my ass, holding me both up and open for him, I held onto him as his thick cock moved in and out of me.

“Your pussy is a fucking gift,” He moaned, moving even faster in and out of me. I was left speechless as Justin fucked me in the way I was yearning for. His lips attached to my nipples as he rocked into me even harder than before. I arched my back in response to heavy movements, creating a new angle in which Justin his my g spot every time he moved into me. Trying hold on to something, anything, one hand scaled the shower wall and accidentally turned the water on.

I yelped at the feeling of the cool water but Justin couldn’t be bothered. He held me down on his dick with one hand and used the other to quickly rub at my clit. My legs were locked around his waist as he brought me to my peak. Unable to control anything at this point, I shook violently as my orgasm took over. My jerky movements in addition to the wet floor, led to the collapse of Justin and I. We landed on the shower floor with a thump and two loud moans being released from us.

Never disconnecting from each other, I landed even farther down on his dick then I had yet to be. Justin merely grasped unto my waist and bounced me on his cock wildly as he became even harder inside of me. The shower water heated up quickly and pounded against my back as I rode Justin to ecstasy. It all felt to hot. Like too much but not enough.

“Aye, I heard a loud noise in here you good, Justin?” Fredo asked and peaked into the bathroom. Fredo and I both paused, frozen in shock at the sight of each other through the fogged up shower door. Justin still not having a care in this world other than cumming, pulled me back down on his throbbing dick again before pulling out and flipping me over.

“Yo, what’s up, Fredo?” Za called out his question as Justin propped my ass up in the air and fucked me open doggy style. I earned two smacks to my ass before Justin fucked me harder than before, even though I had only just barely made over my high. Out of it from the overstimulation and knowing I was being watched, I dropped my head and closed my eyes as I took it from the back.

“Yooo!” I heard Khalil call. I opened my weary eyes again to see all the boys at the doorframe with wide eyes. Unbelievably turned on by knowing I’d been caught, I instantly came all over Justin’s dick yet again and my arms collapsed beneath me.

I’m not too sure exactly what all happened next but I do know that by the time I was coming to my senses again, the bathroom door was shut, the shower was turned off, and Justin was wiping cum off my back and ass with a wash rag.

“Aye, you good?” Justin asked, sounding a bit concerned at my current. I nodded peacefully, knowing I was always in a different headspace after being fucked hard. Sitting there for another moment more, I collected myself before drying off and pulling my clothes back on.

“Well that was fun, pal bro buddy friend,” I reinstated the friend zone before stepping out of the bathroom.

“Damn, Y/N,” Khalil called once he saw me.

“What’s up?” I asked, taking a seat.

“Bieber’s dick was up but you took care of that,” Ryan laughed and so dick the rest of the room.

“What are you talking about? Justin is being annoying and gross. In fact, I don’t know any Justins,” I played dumb.

“So you weren’t just riding his dick in the shower?” Za quirked up his eyebrow.

“No, that’s disgusting,” I gagged.

“So that wasn’t you we saw in the bathroom?” Fredo laughed at my denial.

“I mean I was in the bathroom but Jay was HELPING me,” I explained.

“Helping what?” Ryan awaited my answer.

“Helping her grease her scalp. Coconut oil makes everything so soft and moisturized,” Justin tossed me the little jar with a smirk on his face. The rest of the boys rolled their eyes at our lies while I sat there smug, still happy from my dick session.

  • Papyrus: Sans, can I share something with you from earlier today?
  • Sans: What is it, Pap?
  • Papyrus: Well, I sent you a text early in the morning. Because I have to go out of town for one weekend.
  • Sans: Yeah.
  • Papyrus: So I said "do you have any preference whether I go this weekend or next?"
  • Sans: Yeah?
  • Papyrus: Your response.
  • Papyrus: At 9:30 in the morning.
  • Papyrus: "motherfucking Jesse Eisenberg JESUS Christ fuck dude mother fucking Facebook movie bullshit JESUS can you fucking believe this shit".
  • Papyrus: No punctuation.
  • Papyrus: Random capitalization.
  • Sans: *laughing hysterically*
  • Papyrus: So I respond "I have no idea what we're talking about right now".
  • Papyrus: 45 minutes pass, I get a text from you.
  • Papyrus: "God damn created Facebook then fucking lawyers and shit right fucking winkle boss twins God damn rowing the boat God damn this shit I can’t even fucking believe this shit have you seen this shit fuck I just watched this shit fuck Jesse Eisenberg man"
  • Sans: *now crying from laughing so hard*
  • Papyrus: I respond "Sans, you're scaring me". An hour passes.
  • Papyrus: You respond " motherfucking Spider-Man Spider-Man you put in the time fuck put in the time motherfucking build shit with his bare hands fucking best friend shit Jesse Eisenberg"
  • Papyrus: "i'm very tired"
  • Papyrus: I just said "No problem, I'll tell your dumb jokes for you today".
  • Papyrus: IMMEDIATE response, like five seconds later, "no man I’ll just talk about the facebook movie all day shit man you must be so interested in the shit I have to say about the Facebook movie fuck dude I just watched the year and a half ago fuck Jesse Eisenberg man man he fucked over Spider-Man and crazy winkleboss twins rowing"
  • Papyrus: "Trent resin or did the soundtrack fuck this guy who invented facebook I don’t like dying I can’t think of who the fuck invented Facebook all I can think is the guy who played the guy who invented Facebook who the fuck invented Facebook"
  • Sans: *rolling on the floor dying of laughter*
  • Papyrus: And then, in all capital letters, two hours later,
  • Papyrus: "MARK ZUCKERBERG"

Every time I rewatch season 3 I’m like “wow this is gonna be great, I get to witness once again, one of the most beautiful stories on television!!” I’m all excited, laughing at all its little quirks, giddy through all of the iconic moments and music, in awe of the acting, writing, directing, cinematography, editing. I’m crying through everything but I’m managing then… episode 8 hits an I’m


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