x2xsarah

im gonna write another cursed fanfiction involving tom cruise and scientology. it time that i progress to that level

zer0istired

taehyung shoved jeongguk into the wall behind him swiftly closing the gap between them, with lust in his eyes and a pang of jealousy ringing through his veins. 
          “i-i’m sorry it’s really not what it looks like”, jeongguk said shakily. taehyung rolled his eyes at his boyfriend’s words, snaking his hand up to the others neck. 
          “every time you lie, this hand gets tighter”, he whispered at the other. 
          “i swear baby she came onto me i”, jeongguk’s sentence was cut off by a tightened grip around his neck. 
          “you’re really trying to get me angry today. i don’t care what happened. you are mine. and i am going to make that very clear”, taehyung said, staring the other directly in his beady dark brown orbs.  he smirked, envisioning the tears soon to be in his beautiful lovers eyes. 
          tired of the tension and the anger, he pulled jeongguk closer by the neck, eagerly crashing their lips together. 
          taehyung grew tired of the kiss and began sucking on jeongguk’s jaw causing him to inhale sharply. almost as if it was an automatic response, he assisted taehyung in taking off his shirt, and then his own. 
          “go lay down”, taehyung instructed. jeongguk smiled, knowing the result of what he was about to do. 
          “make me.”
          something snapped in taehyung and in an instant he picked the other up by the waist and threw him onto the mattress covered in fuzzy blankets, in contrast to their relationship, causing jeongguk to wince as he still had bruises from... the last time. 
          ~ time skip cause i got lazy and you don’t deserve my effort without $$$  ~ 
          after an hour of taking his anger out in a *much consented way* very similar to what goes down in fifty shades, taehyung was pleased to see how very clear it was thay jeongguk was his. 
          taehyung eyed his lover up and down and smiled. 
          “mine”.

zer0istired

time || (1/2)
          
          time is a tool you can put on the wall or wear it on your wrist. the past is far behind us, and the future doesn’t exist. oh. what’s the time? it’s a quarter till nine, time to have a bath. what do you mean, we're already clean. scrub scrub scrub til the water's brown. time is a ruler to measure the day, it doesn't go backwards, only one way. watch it go round like a merry go round, going so fast like a merry go round. lets go on a journey, a journey through time. time is changing all the time, its time to go to time. but we don't really want to. we're going to miss our show. DON'T BE STUPID FRIENDS. c'mon its time to go.

zer0istired

time || (2/2)
            
            time is old like the victorian times. with cobbles and plague and speaking in rhymes. with cobbles and chimneys a simpler time. with cobbles and sawdust and batteries and slime. this tree that is old has circles inside. the tree that is older has shriveled and died. the apple that is fresh is ripe to the core. and i rot over time and i'm not anymore. time can be told by the moon or the sun but time flies fast when you're having fun. there's a time and a place for mucking around. like birthdays. and camping. i'm friends with my dad. 
            and then what happened after the olden days? time went new and got old like history. stuff from the past went into a mystery. an old man died, but look a computer. everything's cool, IT'S THE FUTURE. time is now, the future anew, and look at all of the wonderful things you can do. with gadgets and gizmos and email addresses. 
            
            my dad is a computer. look at the time. it’s quarter to eight, there's fish on my plate. it’s twenty past day, there's fish on my tray. it’s eleven to twelve, there's fish in the bath. it’s nine thirty, there's fish everywhere... fish everywhere.
            bow you can see the importance of time.
            it helps us make pizza, it keeps things in line. 
            but when did it start? and when will it stop? time is important and i am a clock.
            if we run out of time, where does it go?
            is time even real? does anyone know?
            maybe time's just a construct of human perception. an illusion created by-
            mehmehmehmehmehmehmehmehmeh
            mehMEHMEHMEHMEHMEHMEH!
            sunrise, sunset. night and day. 
            the changing seasons the smell of hay. look at your hair grow, isn't it strange? how time makes your appearance change.
            make it stop!
            it’s out of my hands, i'm only a clock. don't worry, i’m sure you'll be fine, but eventually everyone runs out of 
            time.
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zer0istired

middle school smut but not actually i’m just typing this now because i’m too lazy to go back and look;
          
          “wow you are hot”, jimin spoketh
          “you are as well”, yoongi replided
          
          “let us fuck”, they spoketh
          
          * sounds *
          
          ~ end
          (i think i’ve gotten better)

LalaJane_67

@sorryimaminor now that was hot
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