#THE FUCKING PEN. IN THE FUCKING PENCILCASE

[aroacesigma]

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[gouinisme]

things that are in my pencilcase right now: stapler, lighter, comically large die, clear quartz wand, watercolour reservoir brush

things that arent in my pencilcase right now: A FUCKING RED PEN

[southparktexts]

Hiiiii, js discovered your page and I love it! Could you possibly do one where basically, hear me out, reader and Kenny are in class and he 'accidentally' touches your thigh and then things get....yk. Please and thank you, I love you and your page sm and have a good day/night!

STOPPP I LOVE THIS CONCEPT HOLDUP…

thigh touching w/ kenny

CONTENT WARNING: nsfw / smut / fingering

- okay immediately you guys are in science class

- you guys have those desks where its a two seater

- anyways 🦶

- you were writing down notes on your book

- kenny was fucking around, playing with pens in your pencilcase

- finding little drawings and texting on his phone

- he was playing with one of your pens, twirling around when he drops it

- catching it just in time but his hand resting on your thigh

- you immediately squirmed, letting out a little quiet squeak.

- he smirked, you were this needy for physical touch?

- he once again, ‘dropped’ the pen once again

- this time catching the pen but squeezing your thigh, getting a little whimper out of you.

- he smirked, putting his hand onto the desk as well as your pen down.

- as you continue to take notes, his hands slowly crawl to your inner thigh area

- rubbing and squeezing your inner thigh

- he smirked as he watched you squirm.

- he slid his hand further up..

- watching you squirm even more and biting your lip to not make noise.

- he leaned in closer, his hand getting closer as your breath hitched.

“you like that, baby?”

- he whispers into your ear, his hand creeping closer to your panties

- your breath hitched as you feel yourself getting weaker and weaker

- you nod, he smirks leaning in into your ear again

“use your words, don’t you want this?”

- he said rubbing your clit through your panties, making you bite your lip harder

“m-mhm.. yes.. ken..”

- you barely get out as he moves your wet panties to the side..

��good girl. be quiet f’me.”

- he whispers before sticking a finger in.

- chat, imagine the rest.

[toomuchracket]

late night talking (sweetheart!george x reader smut)

calling it smut is lowkey misleading, but it's definitely extremely very sexy. day 7 of summer75, set in the weird tentative dating era after you and george reunite. enjoy <3

you're in bed when your phone buzzes beside you, cocooned in blankets while watching a third consecutive episode of drag race; when you see the caller ID, you extract your arms as fast as you can, one hand scrambling to mute snatch game while you answer the call with the other, smile surely audible. “hi, george.”

“hi, angel,” comes the reply, the always-devastating combo of gravel voice and pet name awakening the butterflies in your stomach. fuck, you've missed him. “how was work?”

“was okay. busy.”

“you're settling in alright, though, yeah? nobody giving you grief?”

“yeah, everyone’s nice. how was your day?”

“busy, too. really busy, actually,” george sighs. “still found time to miss you, though.”

you smile. “i missed you too, babe.”

“missed you calling me that and all,” he giggles after he speaks, the same stupidly high laugh that's always made your heart feel funny. “sorry for how uncool i'm being, by the way. i know we said we'd be cool about everything, about us, but…”

“s'alright. i get it,” you reply, not unkindly, because you do get it, you understand completely. choosing not to rush back into a relationship seemed like the sensible thing for you and george to do after four years and a few countries apart, but it's proving to be much more difficult in practice; he is your first (and honestly only) love, after all, and you never could resist that voice. or those eyes. or those lips, actually - the first time you kissed him again recently (just a normal smooch, mind you), you almost swooned. like, actually swooned, proper virgin behaviour. “feel like a teenager all over again with you, to be honest.”

“so do i, baby - can i call you that, or-?”

jesus. you hope you don't sound too breathlessly desperate. “of course.”

“thanks, baby,” the grin on george's face is obvious, and yours widens even more as you wriggle further out of your blanket cocoon and roll onto your stomach. “but yeah, i genuinely do feel like i'm seventeen again…”

“good film, that.”

“knew that was coming as soon as i said it,” he sighs down the phone, before joining in with your giggling. “genuinely, though, angel - feel like it's still 2007, because all i can think about is kissing you. m'serious. can't get anything done.”

you kick your legs back and forth, overjoyed to hear him admit he feels the same as you. still, you don't miss the opportunity to take the piss out of him. “jesus, it's the new gucci perfume fiasco all over again.”

“christ, don't remind me of that,” george groans, voice slightly muffled by what you know is him facepalming, dragging his hand down his face slowly; he's a creature of habit, your… well, your george. “thought i’d died and gone to heaven when i got a whiff of it the day we ran into each other in the shop, when we first saw each other again.”

“shut up.”

“m'not kidding, baby. driven me mental since day one, that perfume.”

you rest your head on your folded arms, wistful. “i remember. you walking into the art classroom door because you were that distracted trying to lean over and smell me? how could i forget?”

“yeah, well, it had its benefits too, that day,” george retorts. “if i recall correctly, it motivated me to get all my homework done quickly so i could kiss you, no?”

“that's true,” you allow yourself to briefly get lost in the memory, so strong you swear you can feel the shitty bic pen in your hand now. the flashback progresses to a scene you almost wore out repeating at the time, the workbooks and pencilcases shoved off the bed, and school uniforms following as you and george took advantage of having his house to yourself that monday afternoon. despite not having even discussed doing that with george in the modern version of your relationship yet, the mention of that after-school activity leaves your lips before you realise. “and if i recall correctly, we did a lot more than kiss that night.”

there's silence from the other end of the phone line. a very particular, pregnant type of silence, one that you intuitively know will end with something pivotal to you and george's relationship; despite this make or break moment, you keep quiet, not wanting to make it worse by fumbling an apology or explanation, even though you've got a growing sense of creeping dread that you might've just fucked the whole dynamic up beyond repair already.

and then he speaks, and you can exhale again. “i think about that a lot, you know.”

the atmosphere shifts again - it's still one of anticipation, but of the more… sensual variety, you'd say. heart pounding against your sternum, you wriggle out of the blankets completely, clicking the tv off so you can give george your complete, undivided attention. “yeah?”

“yeah. that night, and my eighteenth, and your eighteenth. prom, and all our holidays, and christening your uni flat,” george hums, giggling after he's done listing. “just any time we fucked, really.”

“you miss it?”

he sighs. “a lot.”

“so do i,” you say softly. “i really miss… no,” you close your mouth, shaking your head. “i can't say it. not yet. s'inappropriate.”

“baby,” there's a hint of forcefulness in george's voice, and it goes straight to your already-slick core. “tell me, please. wanna hear you.”

fuck. you really have missed him.

you sigh. “you're sure you wanna do this?”

“angel, i've never been more sure of anything,” george replies, and you know he means it. “talk to me.”

“alright,” you can't help smiling, both at george and the memory. “was gonna say that i really miss the way you would hold me after we both came, you know? you'd just wrap your whole body around me and kiss my neck, and i'd just feel, y'know, so safe, and happy,” you pause, then grin. “i mean, i miss the actual sex too, of course, but…”

he laughs, and your heart flutters. “i miss that too, the post-shag hugging. you're cute, y'know, baby - thought you were about to say something filthy, honestly.”

you twirl a strand of hair around your finger, flirty. “well, if you want me to be dirty, g, i can. can be whatever you want me to be.”

george groans. “don't fuck me about, angel.”

“m'not!” you decide to be proper serious for a second. “i just want to make you feel good, george. i miss doing that. i miss you,” you bite your lip, releasing it slowly in a poor imitation of the man at the other end of the phone line. “and i want you. i really, really want you.”

another brief silence, then he replies. “how do you want me?”

you smirk. “you tell me. like i said, sweetheart, whatever - and however - you want me to be… i'll do it.”

“well, in that case,” god, his voice. “i want you to come over. right now. how does that sound?”

“perfect,” you aren't lying. “is there anything else you want me to do?”

“be my girlfriend again, but we can discuss that when you get here, yeah?”

you beam, kicking your legs excitedly. finally. “yeah. alright,” you roll out of bed and make a beeline for your lingerie collection. “i'll be over as soon as i get changed, babe.”

“please be quick,” george sighs. “oh, a final thing, baby?”

“yeah?”

the smirk on his face is crystal clear. “bring a vibrator.”

[budsofrose]

Okay uhh im having brainrot so bare with me

Modern au!Sanemi leaving the office, having finished up grading paperwork and having to rush home since he promised Genya he’d help with math.

He walks home so he could save up on money, and as he walks down the and passes by the halls he notices you in the school courtyard, sketchbook and pen in hand, doodling while simultaneously trying to focus on schoolwork.

He decides to walk up to you and ask what you’re doing out here since school hours have ended, but before he does he sees your pen drop and roll over near his foot. Abashed seeing him come into view as you try to pick up the pen, as he crouches down and gets up to give it to you. The pen looked like itd seen better days. Beat up with scratches, teeth marks, and the paint chipping off.

“Here.” He gestures, and you gratefully take it. Fingers brushing up against one another contrasting from his rough overworked fingers to your soft and delicate ones, eliciting a shiver from him.

“Im so sorry sensei, I hadn’t seen you were there.” You bow apologetically, your shirt showing cleavage and seeing it mushed up together in the process, being painfully flashed by sanemi.

He tisks with pink dusting his cheeks, he states “Well obviously. Why are you still here? Class hours ended a while ago, and the school’s closin up.”

You stammer, “Ah, well I usually stay a bit and study with friends, but they left a while earlier.” Looking down at your notebook and closing it off, as you start to pack your things.

“I’ll walk you home, its not safe for a student to be out for so long.” He offers. You try to protest but he’s already walking away, expecting you to follow him as you hastily pack your things.

As his figure slowly shrinks the farther he goes, you decided to just shove your items in your bag rather than put it in order. You can organize it later on right? Holding your bulky pencilcase in hand as you jog your way to catch up.

He glances at you for brief moment looking down at your shirt before slowing his pace so you could catch up to him.

“Thank you for offering to walk me home sensei, I really lost track of time today.” ‘Lost track of time daydreaming about you’ you internally thought.

He grunts out a ‘no problem’ before you two continue on your walk. Tension is seeping through the both of you, but its not long before the silence is broken again, but this time its surprisingly by Sanemi asking you a question.

“Whats up with your pen? Why’s it all fuck’- why’s it all beat up like that? Dont ya got other pens or something?” You chuckle at his little slip up, him having to withdraw from cursing since it wasn’t really professional, inside or outside of school campus, especially around a student.

“Oh? My pen? Well its my favorite pen ive had as a goodluck charm. I always try and stock up on refills since I like to write and draw a lot.” You say, gesturing to your pencilcase in hand.

“Im still finding a replica of it, since its really worn down now, it holds a special place in my heart. Not as special as my other pens though.” You fiddle with your pencil case, opening it up to showcase your pen.

“Didn’t know it meant that much to you.” He says before coming to an abrupt stop causing you to also stop just a few steps ahead of him.

“Why dont you tell me all about your pens, hm?” He says as he comes closer to you.

You didn’t know how long its been, but it felt like hours. God knows where you are, having to painstakingly explain to Sanemi about each an ever one of the pens you own as he slowly slides it inside you when finished doing so. Sobbing, as overstimulation hits you as he trys to bully one more pen inside your cunt from your bulky pencil case' as he rubs circles on your clit to sooth you.

You don’t know how you allowed yourselt to get roped into this, but you’re not complaining. as Sanemi strokes the insides of your thigh coaxing you to open up more.

“Good girl, such a good girl. how about just one more pen, just one more, alright? Maybe then ill take them out and give you something a bit bigger. Hows that sound?"

Genya never really got that help in the end.

I am by NO means a writer, like kudos to anyone (ao3 rizz) that writes at all, I just though abt this and said why not 🤷‍♂️

[toxinoire]

Heathers + Mean Girls as things my classmates (or just my batch generally) (and me)'s interactions

~~~~~

Ms. Norbury: Why is it that in the Philippines bathrooms are called "Comfort Rooms"?

Janis: "Comfort room" but people cry in there.

Gretchen:

Gretchen: Wait you're right-

~~~~~

Martha, putting a slug toy in a toilet paper roll: It's a snail! It has a house now!

Veronica:

Martha: I'm so mature :)

~~~~~

Janis: You're still not done???

Damian, holding up her iced coffee in a gay ass way: This is a cold drink, and I'm a theatre kid. Put two and two together.

Cady: Four.

Janis:

Damian:

Janis:

Regina: *wheeze*

~~~~~

(Playing scrabble)

Damian, to Cady: No, it has to be straight.

Janis: Oh woooowwww how Catholic.

~~~~~

Veronica: Here's my braincell. *draws a dot*

Betty: That's your braincell? Here's mine. *taps pen on paper but doesn't open pen so there's nothing*

Veronica: Where is it?

Betty: Exactly.

~~~~~

Ms. Flemming: Wait, why doesn't she want to ride the ferris wheel?

Veronica: She said it's a "hygeine issue."

~~~~~

Heather, to Heather: The reason why you don't get it is because you're a basher.

~~~~~

(Grouped together in a research project)

Janis: Yeah but-

Regina: sHUT THE FUCK UP

Janis: HEAR ME OUT

Damian and Gretchen: *treating this like a sitcom* The drama I love it.

~~~~~

Betty: Hey, has anyone done the presentation?

The whole class: ....

The whole class: No.

Betty: Perfect we can get an extension.

~~~~~

Ms. Flemmimg: You have to write in cursive.

Heather: What

Heather: WAIT NOOOOO

Heather: I don't remember how to write in cursive.

Veronica: I'm fine with cursive when I write it with my own free will not when I'm fORCED

Martha: Why???

Betty: It's as if we're back in grade school.

~~~~~

People in class: *hollering at nothing*

Janis: Gay.

~~~~~

Janis: Hey, what's the schedule today?

Cady: Uhhh first there's general math-

Janis: Fuck

Cady: Then physical science-

Janis: Fuck

Cady: And 21st century literature

Janis: Fuck

Damian: *laughs*

~~~~~

(A message on the whiteboard that insults a whole grade level because of how they use the classroom and leave it in a mess)

Janis: Damn.

Damian: It's right though.

Gretchen: Can't be an opinion if it's a fact.

Aaron: "Cheap perfumes" Holy shit.

Cady:

Cady: *turns to Regina*

Regina:

Regina: They left the classroom is arranged for once it worked.

~~~~~

Heather: No, you do it like this.

Veronica: Yeah then just take x+3 and-

Betty: I don't gET IT

Heather: Then maybe yOU SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN ABSENT.

Veronica: YEAH

Heather: And now Heather is judging us.

~~~~~

Heather: *sees a pride flag on Heather's pencilcase*

Heather: Wow how bold.

Heather: Whatcha mean? That's our country's flag, I'm patriotic.

~~~~~

(In the class gc)

Heather: Is it just me, but I can't edit the gdrive Ms. Flemming sent.

(No response)

Heather, replying to her own message: Heather, me too!

Heather, replying to her message again: What do we do Heather?

Veronica: Me too!

Veronica: Guys reply to her message, she's sulking now.

[imobsessedwiththeatre]

SCHOOL STARTS IN 4 DAYS I GOT NO BACKPACK OR PENCILCASE OR PENS OR PENCILS WHAT RHE FUCK IM SO SCARED

[eliluminado7]

i was such a fucking sad kid at like age 9-10 i had my pencilcase full of broken pen caps & i pretended they were the e‎eve‎elut‎ions based on their colors

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

Aradia: l0ve h0w s0metimes im like "0h i sh0uld put this s0mewhere safe s0 i d0nt l0se it later!" and ab0ut a perigee later im standing in my ransacked bl0ck trying to get int0 my past selfs mindset like s0me kind 0f amateur hist0rian 0n 0ne 0f th0se hist0ry channel treasure hunting sh0ws trying t0 get int0 the mind 0f a nineteenth century pirate t0 figure 0ut where they hid s0me p0ssibly n0nexistent ap0cryphal l00t

Aradia: having mem0ry pr0blems is like being an archae0l0gist 0f y0ur 0wn life and it isnt nearly as exciting as it s0unds

[peachesluvv]

Past Lifes

Pt.1

Authors note:This is my first "story", and it's not even finished, so i'm really sorry if it's kinda cliché, i'll improve!!

There she was, the prettiest girl of the class. Claire. She's the definition of perfect. She's nice, popular, rich and plus, she does charity. Today, she had a nice pink skirt and a white tee with matching shoes. She was stunning. She sat in front of her.

Sarah. She used to be like Claire, but she stopped. Stopped talking to those fake rich friends, stopped trying so hard. No one really knows why, and it's not like they actually care. Sarah wore the same old sweater as always, and some random blue baggy jeans. She was really tired, and you could easily tell by the size of her eyebags.

Claire : "Hey, um. Can i borrow a pen from you? I kind of forgot my pencilcase."

What? Is she talking to me? Is Claire talking to me?

Sarah : "No. Fuck off."

Wow, rude. She didn't mean to be so rough, she just got used to being like that.

Claire turned around, and decided to not ask anyone else and just not write the lesson, cause she was really pissed.

The bell rang, and Claire decided to wait for her little rude friend to make her know that she shouldn't mess with her.

Sarah finished taking her books, and Claire approached her. She saw the math book, and snatched it from her.

Sarah: "What the fuck are you doing ?!"

Claire: "I couldn't write the lesson because of you, the least you could do is lend me yours so i can write it'"

Sarah: "Well i do not want you to take my book, so please give it back while i'm still nice."

Claire laughed, then put the book in her white backpack. Sarah was clearly shocked by her audacity, and she kind of saw her old self in the blonde girl.

Sarah : "Are you trying to die or something?"

Claire : "Maybe, if that'll let me write my lesson in peace."

Claire acted like she hated the brunette, but she actually used to admire her. When Sarah was still "popular", Claire wasn't, so she spent all of her time secretly watching every single move of the girl, to achieve her goal : become like her.

And she did, really well actually. She became more popular than Sarah, and tried to do more things, like joining the cheerleaders team, or stealing Sarah's friends.

Claire didn't know, but Sarah already noticed the blonde following her around since the begining. She knew that Claire wanted to be like her, so she just decided to let her be her.

[monkey-boyzz]

haven’t posted in fucking ages anyway a ballpoint pen i REALLY LIKED spilled inside my pencilcase and then it got all over my hands, Photograph, Colorized, circa 1974

[justanotherpersonsuniverse]

Dude is just obsessed with glitter! I can imagine him with a glitter backpack, glitter pencilcase, glitter pens, glitter pencils glitter notebook with glitter drawings covered in -you guessed it- glitter!

He’s fucking fabulous idk what to say man

He needs a name, I can’t keep calling him Prince

(The princess prom akuma’s name is probably Catrina cause that’s, hilariously, Catra’s full name- so any suggestions for our dearest Princey boy?)

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Can you do a drabble where chubby!professor!bucky gets turned on by you chewing your pen and when all his students are gone he starts masturbing but you forget your pencilcase

You’re making it really hard to focus on giving the lecture at hand, but also it’s Bucky’s own fault for finding something so mundane as sexual. You’re just there sitting in the third row of his class, chewing on your pen while you’re trying to write down notes with another pen in hand. All the while, Bucky is standing behind the podium, refusing to move because he doesn’t want you or the rest of the class to see him sporting a hard on. 

“Alright. Looks like we’re out of time. Don’t forget your rough drafts for your analysis are due next class!” he reminds everyone as students begin to pack their things and head out of the door. When you pass him, you give him a sweet smile that just travels past his heart and right to his dick. God, he’s aching for you. 

As soon as the last student leaves, Bucky groans and walks over to his desk. Making sure no one is in sight, he slips his hand into his pants and pull out his hard cock. He immediately starts pumping, a low groan emitting from his throat. 

“Fuck, Y/N. Suck my cock, baby.” he closes his eyes, just imagining you on your knees in front of him, eyes staring right into his as your lips are wrapped around your-

“Professor Barnes?”

Bucky freezes at the sound of your voice. He looks at the door and sees you standing there, eyeing how his hand is wrapped around his hard dick, “Y/N! I-I-”

You close the door behind you, “I forgot my pencil case,” you point to your desk that you previously occupied. You quickly run over, and grab it and then slowly approach his desk, “I couldn’t help but hear that you called my name while pleasuring yourself. Were you thinking about me, sir?”

He gulps and slowly nods, “Y-Yes.”

You smirk and then pull out a notepad, scribbling your number and address, “My roommates are going out tonight, but I’m staying home to study. I may or may not need some private tutoring from you, sir.” you slide the paper over to him and lean in saying, “If you help me out, then I’m sure I can help you out too.” without another word, you waltz out of the room acting as if you just didn’t catch your professor masturbating to the thought of you. 

Bucky picks up the piece of paper and thinks, “Fuck it,” he’s gonna fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk into his classroom right.”

[purplesurveys]

932

What's your favourite sport? Do you prefer to watch it or play it?: I love pro wrestling, if you count that as a sport. I definitely prefer to just stay in front of a TV – I have never been in a ring, nor am I physically fit to even give it a shot without getting harshly injured. Conversely, I love table tennis but I’d rather play it than watch a game.

Who was the last person to send you a friend request on Facebook?: It was a stranger who, upon checking, seems to be some sort of spam account promoting a pyramid scheme. Happy to nope the fuck out of there.

Have you ever been to that person's house?: Definitely not. I don’t add people I didn’t know on any level, anyway.

How recently did you wash your hands?: This morning when I cleaned up after Cooper.

How many girls do you know named Emma?: Not a common name here, so I don’t know any Emmas.

[trigger warning under this I guess. Lots of angst going on at the moment.]

Are you upset, for any reason at all?: Yeah. I’ve been feeling very upset and under stress lately...to give you an idea, I find it a personal achievement to have gotten up and taken this survey. I’m at least self-aware that this is a temporary slump, but while it’s here hanging around, it really sucks to be in it.

How did you feel when you woke up today?: Shitty. The only reason I got up at all was to feed my dogs but otherwise I’ve been glued to either the couch or my bed.

When you're stressed, what helps you to relax or calm down?: Lately, it’s episodes of Good Mythical Morning. Rhett, Link, and their crew will never have any idea just how much they’ve helped this 22 year old, now-wondering-what-her-purpose-is-in-life fresh college graduate keep sane, but I’m glad they have hours upon hours of content and podcasts lying around to keep me company while no one else can.

What were you doing before you started this survey?: I finished another survey that I abandoned yesterday, and was watching GMM to fill up the silence in my room.

Is there something else you should be doing, that's more important?: I’ve been job-hunting 24/7 but lately I’ve been giving myself a break on weekends since no one will be processing applications or booking interviews on a Saturday anyway.

When was the last time you neglected to do something that you'd planned?: Around noon today.

Is there someone that can always make you smile no matter how bad you feel?: Apparently not. I’ve been a wreck all month so far and nothing has worked. Before September, I certainly thought animals or certain humans worked as cures for me.

Do you have any friends that you feel don't fully appreciate you?: I don’t feel that way about them. I think my friends care for me a whole lot, which I appreciate. I’ve had friends come to my DMs quite a few times in the last few days with messages of support since I’ve been a little vocal about how sad I’ve been feeling these days, so I for sure don’t feel invisible. Making me feel present is the best gift anyone could give me.

When was the last time someone told you that you were beautiful?: Last week when Gab came over.

Who was the last person that apologised to you?: Myself.

What were they apologising for?: Haven’t been looking out for myself recently.

Do you think they meant it?: I guess not, because I still haven’t stopped being destructive towards myself.

Would you be embarrassed if your parents looked at your Facebook?: I have them as my friends so they see everything. But I’m 22, so while they can complain about some of my posts (and it’s usually the political ones lol), they can’t tell me to take anything down anymore the same way they were able to do so when I was younger.

Describe the personality of the person you have feelings for.: She’s very warm, understanding, generous, and immeasurably protective of the people she loves.

What does your pencil case look like? What's in it?: I have a plush dog pencilcase that I use for my pens and pencils (given by my sister) and a pink pencilcase with a floral design that holds my highlighters (given by Jane).

In your Facebook friends list, who is the first person listed under 'D'?: Some girl named Abby whose surname begins with D. She was someone from my high school and we mutually know each other, but we’re not friends and we’ve never even talked.

How did you meet him/her?: I’ve never talked to her but I’ve known of her since grade school I guess? since she’s my sister’s batchmate.

Did the last person you kissed have facial hair?: No.

You're locked in a room with your ex. Any problems?: It would just be my girlfriend too so there wouldn’t be any problems, except that I’d probably break down crying upon seeing her again because I’ve barely pulled myself together over the last week and have had to go through it alone.

Be honest. What are you most afraid of?: These days I’m definitely doubting my capabilities and achievements and all the shit I’ve put on my resumé and portfolio, and now I’m scared if any company will even give me a chance. I’m honestly holding a little bit of resentment for every employed person right now because I have seen absolutely no one talk about how brutal this whole process/waiting game is, lol. This is so SHITTY, is it just difficult for me or what???? I’m so baffled.

In the last 24 hours, have you seen or spoken to anyone you dislike?: I’ve dealt with myself, but that’s it.

What colour are the eyes of the last person that told you they loved you?: Dark brown. 

What is a word or phrase that you say often?: I like saying “I guess” because it makes me sound unsure about most things and thus makes me not 100% accountable if things go wrong hah. I do have another answer that’s more in line with the angst and depression I’ve been going through recently, and it’s that I’ve repeating BoJack Horseman’s ‘piece of shit’ monologue to himself, but this time saying it to myself.

Name 3 songs that remind you of someone special.: Sparks by Coldplay; anything by Mitski; and anything by St. Vincent.

How much chocolate do you have in your house atm, if any?: We have...a lot. We still have the chocolate cake from Nina’s birthday and we recently received an entire pack of various fun-size chocolate bars like Twix, Three Musketeers, etc. from my aunt. We also have chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream that I normally would finish up in a day, but I’ve been saving it for every future job rejection I receive. 

Who is the most intelligent person you know?: Chesca.

Do you have younger siblings? If you do, are you protective of them?: Yes. I’m protective of my sister but I don’t show it lol. We are not showy in this family.

Who was the last person you insulted?: Idk probably a politician on social media.

What are the other members of your household doing at this moment?: I have not gone out of my room all day...I did not miss this sensation. It’s been a while since I’ve locked myself up for this long.

Do you have any neighbours that you don't get along with?: There’s a house behind ours that loudly plays 80s and 90s power ballads and love songs and it gets insanely irritating and makes the neighborhood feel cheap, but I keep my feelings to myself and I’ve never actually confronted them about it and asked them to stop or decrease their speaker’s volume.

How recently did you speak to the last person you kissed?: Like 30 minutes ago. I’m not very talkative these days and it was actually just the second time today that I initiated a bried conversation. I feel bad for her, and I can’t wait to get better so I can start treating her right again.

Who was the last person you told to get lost, or something similar?: I don’t usually tell this to people.

Give me a random line from the last song you listened to.: “We know better so we’d both better go.”

Have you ever had an argument with the last person you Facebook messaged?: Lots. She’s my girlfriend lol.

Do you have any plans for tonight?: I don’t know. If I feel any better, I’d practice and review for my upcoming interview this Tuesday, but if I’m not okay by then...I don’t know. I’ve stopped planning my days out recently and just go where my legs take me.

Where were you at 9 o'clock last night?: I was at the dining table trying to take a survey, but I quickly lost interest in it.

In the past week, have you slept past midday?: Kind of. Like I mentioned, Gabie’s on the night shift so I’ve been keeping her company, which means I occasionally take naps in the afternoon.

Is there anything happening tomorrow, that you're looking forward to?: No. I’m so scared of tomorrows now.

Is there anyone you used to be friends with, that you now dislike?: I dislike Athenna only because of her attitude and the way she treated Angela during the last few days of their friendship. I don’t have any personal beef with her, at least I don’t think I have. She likes stirring up shit though and I won’t be surprised if she was able to make up a story about me to get our other friends to dislike me.

What is your least favourite chocolate bar?: Eh, I’m pretty picky about chocolate bars so I have more brands that I dislike than the ones I do enjoy. I only like Reese’s, Butterfinger, Twix, and Whittaker’s. 

Do any of your friends or relatives have the same birthday as you?: Just this girl I went to grade school with named Mitch. Otherwise, April 21 babies are a rare breed apparently.

Name the last song that made you cry.: O by Coldplay.

Who do you miss at this moment?: The me from like two weeks ago lol. How far I’ve fallen.

Where is that person?: Stuck in August, I guess.

Have you ever dyed your hair an unnatural colour?: No.

Have you had any deep conversations today?: No.

Is your television on atm?: It’s not, but I have my phone playing GMM videos on YouTube to keep me company.

If it is, what are you watching?: It’s one of their product test videos.

Are you wearing anything blue?: My shirt is blue, actually.

Who were the last 5 people to make you smile?: Rhett and Link, and that’s pretty much it.

Do you use Twitter?: Sure.

Tell me about the last YouTube video you watched. They’re pitting brand name cleaning products and natural cleaning products against each other and seeing which one is more effective. I love these videos of theirs, hahaha.

Is there anything else you'd like to say?: No, I feel like I’ve grilled myself enough in this survey.

[yoongis-chubby-cheeks]

two scoops.

it’s the hopeful sounding call of your name that alerts you out of your half-awake trance, not having realised the way your eyelids began to fall shut and your head tilt forward as you dozed off, chin propped in your hand. you blink momentarily, gaze darting from one side of the room to the other as you remember your surroundings, and look up guiltily to the already deflated expression of the boy across from you, frozen in position as he stares at you with his finger still pointing to the equation on the page that he’s been teaching you to solve- or at least, trying to. 

‘please, for my sanity and mental wellbeing, tell me that you were listening to that.’ jimin already sounds like he’s lost hope, apparently knowing your answer without you even having said it yet.

‘uh.’ you hesitate, a hand coming to rub at your nape sheepishly. with an apologetic grimace, you shake your head very slightly, and jimin sits back in his seat with an exasperated groan, throwing his pen down onto the desk to instead card his fingers through his hair.

‘i’m really sorry, okay?’ you’re quick to jump in and apologise, something seeming to sink in your chest at the thought of jimin’s hard work going to nothing. ‘i should’ve been paying attention, i-‘

‘why does mr han even want us to do this, anyway?’ jimin interrupts incredulously, which isn’t entirely unwelcome, as the thought of apologising profusely to the boy who pushed you into the pool at swimming lessons when you were six and afraid of the deep end (which, no, you’re totally not still kind of salty about, because that would be totally ridiculous and irrational and you’re not that type of person- at least, that’s what you tell yourself as you fold your arms and narrow your eyes at him across the classroom) doesn’t appeal to you that much. 

jimin pauses, and you take that as an opportunity to pipe up with an answer to his (probably rhetorical, now that you think about it) question. ‘you’re smart and constantly skipping class, and i’m dumb and have been hated by mr han ever since i passed that note in his math class to ask shiah to go out with me when we were thirteen. i assume that he thinks we’re both in need of a punishment.’

there’s a silence until jimin lets out an agitated sigh, slumping back to his usual position and looking you up and down with a cocked eyebrow and a slight scoff. ‘you’re not stupid, dumbass. you’d get it if you just listened to what i’m explaining to you, for once.’ he emphasises his words by repetitively tapping at your forehead with a delicate digit, prompting a scowl on your behalf as you slap his hand away. ‘besides,’ he continues, sitting back once more. ‘why do you always fall asleep at these tutor sessions? what are you doing so late each night that you always doze off when i’m trying to teach you algebra?’ he raises an eyebrow suggestively, clearly looking to rile you up, his lips curving up in an amused smirk. ‘hm, let me see. looking at you, i’m gonna assume that you’re mega kinky, maybe into slapping-?’

‘oh, shut it, jimin.’ you quickly cut him off, speaking over him loudly. ‘i wish..’ you joke for a millisecond, before returning to your indignant expression and pointing an accusing finger at him. ‘it’s nothing like that, you perv. plus, it’s none of your business. and, from what i hear, sounds like you think about this sort of thing a lot? you sure that isn’t just you projecting your masochistic, twinky fantasies onto me, park?’ you grin teasingly, happy to have flipped the situation around.

suddenly, jimin stands from his chair, the loud scrape of his chair against the cheap flooring almost making you wince. ‘this is stupid.’ jimin announces, swiftly collecting up his belongings from the desk, but still managing to seem nonchalant, as if he’s not in a rush at all. ‘if you’re not gonna pay attention,’ he continues, beginning to head for the door with his backpack slung over one shoulder, ‘then i’m not gonna waste my time in trying. you can tell mr han why these tutor sessions aren’t gonna be happening anymore-‘

’jimin, wait!’ you hate the way your voice sounds almost desperate, and you clear your throat before continuing, seeing the way that jimin stops in his tracks. ‘i am sorry. believe it or not, i do actually wanna pass this class? not to mention, mr han will have us both put in detention if we don’t continue.’

jimin huffs a little, but turns on his heel to look across at you with disdain, clearly not interested in your excuses. ‘if you’re as committed as you say you are to passing, then why do you never pay attention? this is bullshit.’

‘fuck, jimin, it’s not. as fake as it sounds, i do have a reason as to why i stay up so late all the time, and it’s not just because i’m playing video games or some stupid shit like that.’ (it’s not always because of video games, you tell yourself. that statement is simply a white lie for the greater good.) ‘can you… give me another chance, or something? i don’t know, i’m no good at apologising. but, please?’

jimin pauses briefly, his gaze scanning over your expression as if to try and work out whether you’re being serious. ‘you’re right. you’re shit at apologising.’

‘i’ll buy you ice cream!’ you blurt out as a last resort. 

jimin pauses again, as if mulling it over. ‘two scoops?’

‘as many scoops as you want.’ 

‘…tomorrow, then. after class.’

you heave a relieved exhale as you nod, even managing to turn it into a breathy chuckle. ‘i guess no one can say no to the sweetness of ice cream, huh.’ you muse, watching as jimin’s expression morphs into a pleased grin, letting out a momentary laugh of his own. ‘yeah, i guess so. but, i think that the ice cream’s gonna taste even sweeter knowing that it’s your money being spent on it and not mine. i’ll catch you around.’ and with a final, smug remark, the door opens for a second before banging shut once more, and park jimin is gone. 

‘fuckin’ loser.’ you scoff, but there’s a slight smile on your face as you sweep your books and pencilcase into your bag and zip it shut. after all, who’s not cheered up by the thought of ice cream?

[bloojayoolie]

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