opening gum

Ik theres this big cringe trend lately, but if its just kids having harmless fun and arent doing any damage ( harrassing, stealing, overbearing strangers, etc) just let them be
Nothing sucks more than having a good time, that isnt distressing anyone, and to be ridiculed for it. Remember that while it isn’t your place to babysit anyone it’s also not your place to ruin a good experience

Were You Try to Piss Me Off?

Pairing:  Dom!Sam x Sub!Reader (Female)

Summary:   Sam and the Reader have been dancing around a kink they both share, so the reader pisses him off to see that side of him again.

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Dirty talk, Language (probably say the f word like 200 times.) LOTS OF SMUT, OH MY CHUCK! Like a dom/sub relationship, fingering, oral (male receiving), sex, Angry!Sam. LIKE THIS IS SO DIRTY LOOK AWAY.

A/N: This is soooooo dirty. I was given a prompt and I don’t even know where I went with it. I’m so sorry. ANYWAY, this is for @kas-not-cas 2.5K Dialogue Challenge, and my prompt was: “Oh so you think I’m cute when I get angry? Well, get ready because I’m about to get gorgeous!” 

A/N 2: ALSO BIG BIG BIG SHOUT OUT TO MY BETA @highonpastries without her encouragement I honestly would never have posted this work of trash, so make sure you send her love!

(GIFs are not mine!)

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Seventeen Reaction: Your Guy Best Friend Buys You Whatever You Want

“SVT Reaction to Your Guy Best friend Buying U whatever you want” -Anon

A/N: This is one of my first times doing reactions so I apologize if it is not the best! -Admin Sara


  • “Let me buy you something.”
  • “Who is this guy?”
  • Pouts the whole time cause this bean just wants to buy cute stuff for you but when he starts buying you everything what is left for him to get you.
  • Is a bit afraid you’ll stop telling him what you want and around Christmas and birthdays he’ll have to guess what you want.
  • Just wants to provide. 

Originally posted by scoupstv


  • He’s happy he isn’t spending money
  • Is a bit sad still cause he wants to buy you cute things
  • Pressed?
  • “Oh, we need milk, get your best friend to buy it for you”
  • Is okay with it yet not so it confuses you SO much.

Originally posted by eggyyoon


  • How sweet of him
  • “Oh my gosh he bought you that outfit, its really cute”
  • “Sorry I couldn’t be there to buy it”
  • Pouts
  • “I’ll buy you a whole new closet next time we go shopping!”

Originally posted by jisooosgf


  • I didn’t come here to date you and your best friend
  • “Why is he buying you all this stuff. I wanted to pay for that!”
  • I… wanted? to pay for that
  • “Why am I even mad, like I don’t understand.”
  • “Thank you for buying that?”

Originally posted by mvnghaos


  • “Lets go shopping now, I have to buy stuff before him”
  • Makes you give him a list of things you want so if your friend buys them he still has back ups to get you
  • This babe likes buying you random gifts so it sort of rains on his parade.
  • “Oh… he bought you one… okay.” Hides the exact thing he just bought you as your surprise gift behind his back
  • “I have to go to the store again”
  • :( ½

Originally posted by amemericans


  • Tries not to let you go shopping with the guy but somehow even if you don’t you still have new stuff.
  • “Why are there boxes of shoes at the door? I thought you didn’t go out today”
  • “Oh. I see.”
  • “Can’t you just tell him I want to buy you presents too? It isn’t fair if he is buying everything before I can.”

Originally posted by seoten


  • “Why are gifts just appearing in this houSE?”
  • “Where are you even getting all of this stuff?”
  • How does he even have money anymore, he bought you like 200 things in one day.
  • Drags you to the store, even if he got out of practice at 3AM and the only store open just sells gum. You’re going.
  • “I don’t care if you’re tired. I’m tired of not being able to buy you as much stuff and it makes me feel bad. Now gET UP.”

Originally posted by cheolshu


  • “He’s buying you stuff? Cute.”
  • “What’d you get today?” :|
  • “N-no I am happy he is buying you stuff and you’re able to hang out and stuff with him. But… Isn’t he spending a lot of money on you… are you sure that is okay? Like he has enough money to do that?”
  • ?
  • Is more worried about your friends spending habits than trying to buy you anything
  • Doesn’t want your friend to feel left out of the gift circle
  • Buys your friend random gifts in return so he at least gets something other than pure friendship back.

Originally posted by pledisseventeen


  • “I mean you can still hang out with him, I don’t really care… I just don’t like him.”
  • Tries to buy you more stuff 
  • “Oh that’s what he got you… well I got you THIS.”
  • “Yeah well, you’re the one dating me.”
  • You’re dating me.
  • Tries to ask your friend to stop buying you so much stuff but then gets caught and you think hes jealous.
  • “You’re dating me. How could I be jealous?”

Originally posted by visual-17


  • Sees you getting everything you want made him just a bit upset because he enjoys buying you things
  • Starts trying to find unique things that you didn’t even know you wanted
  • “Yeah, he may have bought you like 3 pairs of shoes today but the bracelet I got you… Yeah. I picked out everything.”
  • Acts really cool and proud about all the stuff he finds.

Originally posted by minghaeo


  • Made your best friend mad accidentally? when he first asked him to stop because he called it clutter. 
  • Sees how much he buys you now and gets mad but just keeps joking about it.
  • “Can he buy me stuff?”
  • “My best friend who?”
  • “No seriously though Y/N, it could work I have a plan.”

Originally posted by mvpgyu


  • Not really upset, but also not fine with it either
  • Tries to buy you a bunch of stuff while out with you
  • Makes a list of stuff you want so he doesn’t forget and makes you promise not to tell your friend about the stuff so he can at least try and buy it first
  • “Ya know, just tell him I really want this album.”
  • The album shows up the next day and hes like… what??
  • Is he really buying me stuff too? He has that kind of money? I should probably get to know him so that way I can repay him one day…
  • All of us are friends now.
  • “Three musketeers”

Originally posted by pledisseventeen


  • Didn’t really mind at first and was like, okay, yeah I’m cool with it as long as we can coordinate so we don’t get the same things again.
  • Started caring more once your friend said something he didn’t like and then they stopped coordinating
  • Got really sad because three weeks before Christmas he went to this place to get you this necklace you said you wanted and waiting 2 hours in a long line only to find out he was in the wrong one. Then go to another line for another hour just to buy it and find out that your friend got you the same one AND gave it you early.
  • You have to tell your friend to stop buying you so much and to start only buying maybe once every few months because this babe isn’t going to tell you that it bothers him because he knows that when you get gifts it makes you happy and that is all he wants.
  • :( ½

Originally posted by minqhyuk

Everything Happens For A Reason

Luke Alvez x Reader

Requested: No. But, this is actually based on a true story, it was honestly the worst and my mind obviously went to ‘what if this situation happened with a CM character’ and so here we are!

Summary: When you come home from a long day from work and you find out your keys are not in your bag, you get help from a stranger who happens to be incredibly good looking…

Word Count: 1,064, Warnings: None.

Originally posted by criminalmindscreencaps

Goosebumps formed on your soft skin as you walked on the streets of Washington D.C. to your apartment. The cold air brushing against your body made you regret not bringing a jacket to work that morning. All you could think about was getting into a warm bath, putting on your most comfy pyjamas and binge watching ‘Friends’. You rubbed your bare arms, teeth chattering at the wind as you walked down the road to your apartment complex. Your neighbour had just entered in before you and so they held the door for you. You politely thanked them as you attempted to keep open your tired eyes as you walked up to the third floor.

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”Don’t give up, and find me”
“Don’t worry, wherever you hide, I will certainly find you”

Golden Tongue (Bias x Reader) Pt. 2

It’s raining as you sit in traffic on your way home, trying to come to terms with all that happened this evening. 

You’re used to picking up rude and strange people in your car, but this man seemed different and not in a good way. Especially in how he spoke to you…as if he didn’t expect you to question him or doubt his words.

What kind of man was he? 

You get home forty-five minutes later with a full bladder and you barely make it to the bathroom. But for the rest of the evening, you lounge on your sofa watching episodes of shows you’ve missed last week. Occasionally the rude, strange man will cross your mind, but the more you thought of him the less you were alarmed at his actions. Perhaps he was just a jerk who really thought he could get his way. The son of a rich heir perhaps? Unlikely. 

You’re falling asleep on the couch when you remember what he said before you drove away. 

His bags are still in the trunk of your car. 

You whine, completely forgetting about that with all the commotion. Deciding against going back outside, you pull your blanket close to you some more. You’ll check the bags tomorrow. It can wait. 

B/N could not sleep that night. Everything was in the trunk of that taxi. His laptop, his client information, and his journal. He presses his palms against his eyes. My journal. That’s what made him deathly anxious. Everything about him was written in that book. 

He too was someone who wondered why people kept journals. He even thought that the act itself was pitiful. Talk to someone, why write in a book that people can read? But then he realized he couldn’t just talk to anyone. 

He tried at first. When he got older, he would talk to psychologists and then erase their memory but then they began to video tape and record their sessions.

He told his parents when they realized something wasn’t right with their son. They watched him in action, but were wise enough not to bring him to a specialists.

So instead, they told him not to look people in the eye when he said certain things. They also told him to be mindful of his words. Knowing that they can’t fix his ability but they can surely mold it. They are the ones that taught him how powerful words can be and it’s their words that stick with him today in the back of his mind. Way, way, way in the back of his mind. 

Ah, yes. Back to the matter at hand. His journal. 

He has no idea who that woman was, he didn’t get her license number either. But he’s worried himself until the first signs of dawn shined through his window and that’s when he begins to get sleepy. 

He’s completely unconscious when his phone rings. He’s in such a deep sleep, he almost doesn’t hear it.

“Hello?” his voice is cracked and unintelligible, so he repeats himself. 

Is this Mr…B/N?” 

“Who’s asking?” 

The person on the other line is quiet for a long moment that he almost falls asleep again, “I have your bags,” it almost sounds like they’re speaking through clenched teeth. 


I was the taxi driver that you were ru-” 

He’s fully awake now, “You have my bags?” 

Yes, I’m standing outside of the building where I dropped you yesterday,” 

“I’m coming. Don’t leave,” he hangs up, almost tripping as he jumped out of bed, startling his cat.

He pulls on a t-shirt and a pair of slippers as he walks out of his apartment. He jogs out of the lobby, the revolving doors not rotating fast enough. 

She’s leaning against her car, gazing up at the tall building. The first place he heads towards is the trunk, “Open it,” 

She looks him up and down, staring at him as she chews a piece of gum, “Open it, please,” 

She holds out her hand, pressing the button on her remote. He searches for where he hid his journal at the bottom of his bag. It’s exactly where he left it. 

“How did you contact me?” 

She presents a business card from between her index and middle finger.

“You’re a realtor?” she asks. An alias occupation. 


“With that attitude?” 

He crosses his arms, “Who are you?” he asks. 

“A taxi driver,” 

She takes his bags out of the trunk, placing them on the ground before closing it. 

He stands in front of her, her eyes meeting his, “Tell me who you are,” 

She stands there, her jaw ticking. 

Yes, he thinks as he narrows his eyebrows for effect, it’s working. Although it hasn’t worked this slow before. 

“Ever heard of the word ‘please’?” he physically draws back at her words, as if he’s been stung. She holds out her hand, “Pay me. That’s the only reason I came back, your wallet wasn’t in the bag,” 

He’s staring at her dumbfounded. Who is this woman? He’s never met someone immune to his charm. Could she be his kryptonite? He’s thinking too far ahead. Perhaps her resilience was too strong for him. 

“Are you just gonna stand there with your bed hair? Or do I have to call the police?” 

He rolls his eyes, reaching into his pocket for his wallet. Cops are the last thing he needs right now. He’s only been in a police predicament once and manipulating all of them wasn’t easy.

“How much?” he sighs.


He scoffs at her, “That wasn’t the price yesterday,”

“For making me come back here, it’s double,” 

“I don’t think you can do math though…” he mumbles, taking the money out. He holds out one hundred dollars by accident and she snatches it. 

“Triple, because you’re the worst client I’ve ever had,” 

He's Holding It For His Boyfriend
  • Kiyotaka: *Angrily tapping his foot and holding onto a chair with a satchel around his waist*
  • Leon: *Smirking* Pssh! Is that yours?
  • Kiyotaka: No! I'm just holding it for my boyfriend!
  • Mondo: Thanks, babe! *Picks up the chair Taka's holding onto*
  • Kiyotaka: Hey. Want some gum? *Opening up his satchel*
  • Mondo: Sure! *Puts the chair over his shoulder*
Best Friends ch 2: Dare

Summary : Love is great, love is amazing. But there is something really special about your friends. They have your back no matter what, especially when it comes to matters of the heart. Because they already know how to grab it and keep it. 

Sorry It’s been so long since I’ve posted anything! Hope this fluffiness makes up for it and the fact that our hearts are breaking for the manga :)

“Would you turn that shit off!” Natsu pounded on his elder brother’s bedroom door.

The screamo music that Zeref labeled as “art” only screamed louder.

“Some Babysitter,” Gray muttered from his spot on the Dragneel’s cushy couch.

“Babysitter my ass,” Natsu threw himself onto the matching loveseat, “why do I even need a babysitter? I’m 17!”

Natsu and Zeref’s adoptive father had gone to work early this rainy Saturday morning, leaving Zeref in charge of his little brother and little brothers friend.

All he had done was tell them not to destroy the house and locked himself in his room.

Gray shrugged. He twisted open his gum wrapper. He hazily read the saying on the paper. It was a dare. And what a perfect dare it was.

“Hey Natsu, truth or dare.”

“What?” Natsu didn’t stop flipping through the channels, desperate to cure the boredom.

Gray sat up, he actually found something entertaining for them to do rather than watch TV, “Truth or dare.”

“Dare, duh,” Natsu spun around to face his best friend, not that they would ever admit to that.

Gray smirked and held the gum wrapper up for the pink haired boy to see, “Eat ice cream covered in hot sauce.”

Natsu stared blankly at it for a moment. Then his grin grew quite evilly.


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anonymous asked:

I work at the Mart of Wal and had this woman and her son come through my line. The woman buys her groceries, tells me her son wants to pay separately. He sets an opened pack of gum on the counter, chewing something that i presume to be the gum he was about to buy. His mom didn't care, she just tapped away on her phone. I didn't bring it up as I couldn't deal with any more stress that day, but I mean cmon people, teach your kids decency!!

anonymous asked:

What's misophonia?

misophonia is a condition where you are extremely sensitive to certain sounds, such as eating/chewing sounds and breathing sounds. there are so so many different sounds, and it depends on the person themselves what causes them the Bad Feelings.
these sounds, depending on the person themself, can trigger things like anger, panic, nausea, and severe need for self harm or even suicide attempts in worst cases. 
there’s much more than that but that’s what i go through mostly.
for more symptoms you can check from here!

misophonia comes in levels, ranging from 0 to 10 (mine goes around 7-10 which is BAD)
 but despite the level, it is always awful for the person.
you can see the scale from here!

we cannot control how we feel! the feeling we get is both physical and emotional and it is strong and agonizing.

PLEASE REMEMBER that when a misophonic person (or even someone who doesnt suffer from it!) asks you to stop doing a certain sound, NEVER IN YOUR LIFE START MAKING THE SOUND MORE TO BE ANNOYING.
N E V E R it is so shitty and can be potentially dangerous for the person, or even you yourself.

so its super important to think twice before you decide to chew your gum mouth open, or rustling your bags of chips in class or anywhere.
you never know who suffers from misophonia, and who you can cause severe harmful reactions with your actions that could be easily toned down.

especially in quiet places its good to think if you’re being too loud and if you can do anything about it.

because for me, i’ve had to run out of class in full panic hitting myself against the walls and scratching my hands just from hearing someone chew gum mouth open in a quiet classroom. i wanted to throw up, i wanted to die. i wanted to rip my head off because i couldn’t get the sound out of my head AND I STILL can hear it as im typing. 

misophonic people get no credit like ever. people barely even know we exist, and when we speak out, we usually are made fun of.
“it cant be that bad, its just normal every day sounds!! how can you even leave from the house lol!!” well uh i can leave the house, and most of my days go just fine without a reaction! and honestly i dont even have to leave my house to have a reaction, as my own damn eating sounds hurt me every day! though im more used to them now.
“u really should get help loll that is so stupid and not normal” every time i’ve mentioned it to my nurses or doctors, it gets brushed off. they don’t care. nobody cares. how can i get help when nobody responds to my call for help.

so yeah. this is a long ass rant but hey! i really want people to know more!
hope this is good and google is a good place to go through, there’s multiple sites just for misophonia that tells whats up and what its about as i linked twice already! <3

thebowalova  asked:

hi!! love your writing (i'm so so into drarry atm)!! the future fic is my absolute fave like MAN!! are you ever gonna revisit that universe? and do you know what makes everything worse, your aesthetics on here is just absolute goals. i'll follow for a mix of hot girls and harry potter stuff any day!

:)))))))) thank u I hope u like xxxxx (this is from this)

Ginny was the only one of them who owned a car, the only one of them who had ever even bothered to learn how to drive. Ron was still unnerved by his dalliance with the flying one in second year, and would flinch violently every time she changed gear, his hand braced against the fabric roof of her truck. Harry always looked faintly sick at the suggestion he get a motorcycle license, Neville and Luna were deeply, deeply attached to the floo system, and Malfoy pretended he hated the tube but was also utterly transparent about the fact that he adored it and was fascinated by it and felt as though it was a feat of engineering. Ginny liked that about him, it was one of the only things she liked about him. He had a nice face, she supposed, if you enjoyed that kind of thing or looked at it from the right angle or in the right light. She glanced across at him now, folded into the passenger seat as though he was trying to touch as few surfaces as he could possibly manage. He’d crossed his arms, propped one foot up on the dashboard like he was trying to annoy her with it. She didn’t have the heart to tell him her car had seen worse sights than this.

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