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kleinsten-sterne  asked:

I once read one should live for pleasure in order to better stand bad times. Do you agree?

OH man. This conversation. I weirdly have a shit ton to say about this actually. Let me see if I can do this wine-drunk.

So, this principle is essentially known as Hedonism (which you might already know). Well, one of the founding fathers of Hedonism was actually a man in Ancient Greece named Epicurus. He founded Epicureanism (which was later fed into other forms of hedonism). His is my favorite brand of hedonism which is why I bring it up.

For Epicurus, pleasure IS the main focus in life, but the best way to get that pleasure in the long term is to have it in moderation, from sensible and “wholesome” places. That is to say, what we should strive for is not maximum pleasure during good times, but contentment in the long-term, instead, because it is more sustainable and less prone to fading over time. A slow and steady perspective, instead of the more modern interpretation of Hedonism that most of us consider to be “maximum pleasure at all times always.”

Today I found my sister working out and was confused as to why. She’s only 14 and should be mixing weird ice cream flavors and going to hang out with friends not doing yoga and 10 minute intense ab workouts. So i asked her why she was exercising and she replies ‘to get in shape’. I was a little upset by this because shes only 14, why should she worry about body image? Shes already thin so i was worried she was harming herself.

Before i gave her the ‘society’s expectations for the physical appearance of women is bullshit’ speech i asked why
And do you know what she said?

“I wanna kick ass”

She wasnt working out to get the perfect summer bod, she was working out to fucking KICK ASS. She said that she wanted to learn martial arts n shit but first she wanted to punch like a hard ass and impress everyone with her muscles

And i was so damn shocked. Now all it seems girls work out for is an hourglass figure and a flat stomach but no, this 14 year old just wants to be strong enough to kickass.
Society tells us that our bodies have to be this perfect replica of friggin Jessica Rabbit. It tells us that the only reason we should work out is to get skinny. It tells us that girls with more weight than others need to diet and jog 5 km a day.
Why should we as women exercise and diet to get the perfect, skinny hourglass body, big butt, and big boobs figure to please men and society??
If we’re going to exercise shouldn’t it be for our OWN benefit? To kick ass? To feel strong, confident and pretty?
Instead of pretending to know what gluten is and hating our bodies, shouldn’t we love them?
Ladies, if you’re going to exercise and diet do it because you want to, not because of unrealistic body portrayals of women.
Do it because you love yourself
Do it to become strong
Do to to become confident
Do it because you want to show off your muscles
Do it like a girl, like a 14 year old girl.

Do it because you wanna kick ass.


For this to work Neil should both be a little shit and have exy balls with him at all times, so it seems pretty reasonable to me

Based on this

Also imagine Nicky shouting “Kinky!” in the bg for extra nonsense

I Got You On My Mind [Part 5]

Jungkook Soulmate AU (Angst)

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Summary: You and Jungkook plan another date after exchanging numbers. Since you’re under house arrest, Jungkook decides to spend the evening at your place. And things seem to go perfectly–until they don’t. 

Word count: 2.1k words

Originally posted by jungxook

After you hobbled home from the music building, your body was exhausted. But you were still thrumming with excitement, clutching your cell phone tightly in your hand. You had finally gotten Jungkook’s phone number, and he finally had yours.

With great difficulty, you managed to pry off your shoe and make it to your bedroom. After carefully setting your crutches aside, you fell back onto your bed. Holding your phone above your face, you couldn’t help the huge smile that spread across your lips.

You opened your contacts, pulling up Jungkook’s profile. He had snapped a silly selfie when he put his number into your phone, and you stared dazedly at your soulmate’s photograph, feeling more fond than you thought was appropriate.

Hesitantly, you composed a new text message. You began to type a quick greeting, but it seemed too formal, so you erased it. “Hey soulmate,” you tried, then immediately cringed. Backspacing quickly, you stared at the blank text. Maybe it would be best to wait for Jungkook to text first.

Letting your arm–and your phone–fall to the bed, you stared up at the plain ceiling and tried to remember Jungkook before the car accident. After racking your brain relentlessly, you were left with a headache and no answers.

That only made you more curious–what was your first encounter with Jungkook really like? He seemed to like you enough now, so surely it must’ve gone well.

With thoughts of Jungkook on your mind, you slowly drifted to sleep, the world around you fading to black.

You woke with a start, your eyes shooting open. Beside your ear, your phone was vibrating loudly. Exhaling shakily, you placed your hand over your racing heart. Eventually, you picked up your phone from beside you, checking the lock screen for notifications.

When you saw what had set off the alert, you nearly dropped your phone.

Jungkook had texted you. Excitedly, you unlocked your phone and opened your messaging app.

Hey Y/N 💩

You laughed at Jungkook’s poop emoji and quickly composed a response.

SENT 1:44 PM
Hey 🍪

What’s with the cookie?

SENT 1:45 PM
It’s u

SENT 1:45 PM

You blushed, wondering if the nickname was a bit too much. Suddenly, your phone buzzed, but this time, it was a text from Jieun. Confused, you opened the new chat.

Are u talking to Jungkook? He’s sitting a row in front of me. He’s staring @ his phone and MAD blushing

Laughing, you felt your embarrassment fade away. You quickly replied to Jieun with an affirmative and closed the chat. Returning to your conversation with Jungkook, you saw that he had already responded.


So I was wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime. Haven’t seen you in while

SENT 1:49 PM
Like a date? Or are we aiming for platonic soulmates?

Another alert from Jieun appeared on your screen, and you cackled as you went to check her update on Jungkook.



SENT 1:50 PM
Jieun wtf

You squirmed around on your bed, feeling happier than you had since you left the hospital. The smile on your face seemed permanent, and you grabbed your pillow and squealed into it. Still, it was kind of depressing that texting your two friends could make you so excited.

Grabbing your phone again, you checked to see if Jungkook had summoned enough courage to respond. He had.

Yes, like a date.

SENT 2:01 PM

When Jieun had come home, she frantically shoved the mess in the living room into her own bedroom while you limped around the house, dusting things. It was the most you had ever cleaned since you had moved in together, which was saying a lot.

Then, she had helped you into the shower, making sure you stayed upright as you bathed yourself. Your friendship with Jieun was a true one–both of you had long graduated any feelings of embarrassment around each other.

By the time everything was said and done, it was almost time for Jungkook to arrive. Jieun helped you onto the couch, setting your crutches against the wall beside you.

“I’m going to go to Lisa’s place for awhile,” Jieun said as she flopped onto the couch beside you. “Just call me when you’re ready for me to come home.”

“You don’t have to leave, you know,” you frowned, turning to look at your friend. Jieun just rolled her eyes at you. “I’m serious! I don’t mind.”

“Yeah, but I’m sure Jungkook would,” Jieun snorted. “I’ll let you soulmates do your thing. Just…be careful, okay? Don’t jump headfirst into something you’re not ready for.”

“I’m not going to sleep with him,” you replied, a little incredulously. Jieun winced at that. “We’re just going to watch a movie and talk, I guess.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Jieun said, standing up. She walked over to the foyer and grabbed a jacket from the closet. “Don’t let yourself get swept away by the emotions of the moment.”

“Wow, you’re pretty insightful today,” you commented, trying to lighten the mood. “You should write this shit down.”

“Oh, fuck you,” Jieun laughed. She slipped into her coat. “I’m going to head out now. Call me later, okay?”

On cue, there was a knock at the door. Jieun shot you a serious look before she turned to open the door, but you couldn’t read it. Then, she swung the door open, revealing a slightly nervous Jungkook, still dressed in all black.

Jungkook glanced down at Jieun, who said something quietly to him. From where you were sitting, you couldn’t hear, but you just hoped Jieun wasn’t threatening him. Jungkook frowned and said something back, and then the two brushed passed each other.

Jieun left, shutting the door behind her quietly. When you turned your gaze back to Jungkook, he was smiling lopsidedly at you.

“Hey Y/N,” he said, holding up a plastic bag in his hand. “I brought some Chinese. Hope that’s okay.”

“If I had any doubts that we were soulmates before, I’m completely certain now,” you replied, eyeing the bag hungrily as the scent of Chinese food wafted around the apartment. “You know the way to a girl’s heart.”

“Didn’t think it would be that easy,” Jungkook laughed, stepping out of his shoes and making his way towards you. He set the food onto the coffee table in front of the couch and sat down beside you. “So, what’s the plan?”

“Eating,” you replied immediately, still staring at the takeout. Jungkook laughed again, and when you glanced at him, his eyes were crinkled into crescents. If your heart clenched at that, no one needed to know.

“There was a really good movie I watched recently,” Jungkook said, unpacking the food that he had brought. He popped open the lids, revealing black bean noodles, sweet and sour chicken, and broccoli and beef. You could feel your mouth watering.

“I’m down for anything,” you replied, picking up your laptop from the coffee table. You turned on the screen and opened up your browser. “What’s it called?”

“The Girl Who Leapt Through Time,” Jungkook replied, breaking apart a pair of chopsticks. “Classic.”

“Seriously?” you asked, turning to gawk at him. “Are you a closet weab? How come you never told me before?”

“It’s embarrassing,” Jungkook said, blushing slightly. “I mean…do I look like I watch anime?”

“That’s true,” you agreed, reaching to grab your own set of chopsticks. You split them easily, resisting the urge to rub them together because you had heard it was a rude gesture. “Still, who am I to judge?”

“So you’ve seen the movie already,” Jungkook surmised, popping a piece of beef into his mouth. “I have a billion other suggestions.”

“I haven’t watched Your Name yet,” you commented, fishing out a piece of broccoli. “I heard it was really good.”

“Yeah, I loved it!” Jungkook exclaimed through a mouthful of noodles. “I’ll watch it again, I don’t care.”

And so you pulled up the movie on your laptop, streaming it to the TV in front of you. You and Jungkook ate quickly as the movie played before you. Paying more attention to the food, you startled when Jungkook began quietly singing the opening song along with the movie.

Discreetly, you glanced at Jungkook as he sang. His voice was beautiful, to say the least. He sang effortlessly and melodiously, his clear voice floating around the room. Eventually, the opening ended, and he nonchalantly returned to eating.

“Your voice is beautiful,” you remarked softly, still awed by Jungkook’s performance. He turned to you, his cheeks full of food, and blushed slightly.

“Oh, thank you,” he managed, voice muffled by his full mouth. He chewed with some difficulty, and once he swallowed, he spoke again. “Well, I am a music major.”

“Still,” you sighed reverently. “Some people are just born with nice voices. Damn, I could listen to you sing all day.”

Jungkook’s cheeks darkened, and he coughed awkwardly and turned back to face the movie. “I wouldn’t mind singing for you again,” he said quietly after a few moments. “You know, if you want.”

“Yeah, I’d love that,” you replied honestly. You and Jungkook turned your attention back to the movie with small smiles.

After the movie ended, you and Jungkook just talked for a few hours. You reminisced about the old memories you shared together, and you learned a few new things about each other, too. Like Jungkook was a good artist, and you could play more instruments than he could.

Eventually, you and Jungkook both realized it was time for you to part. It was getting late, but neither of you wanted to say goodbye.

“I should really go now,” Jungkook said again, although he made no attempt to move. “Like, I really should.”

“No one’s stopping you,” you replied, quirking an eyebrow. Jungkook pouted at you–a habit of his you weren’t sure if you’d ever get used to, since it seemed so out of character.

“Rude,” Jungkook said, actually standing up this time. He extended his arms and helped you to your feet, reaching around you to pass you your crutches. “But I guess I do need to leave. Jieun’s waiting to come back, isn’t she?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed. “I’ll walk you to the door, since that’s as far as I’m allowed to go.”

You and Jungkook made your way to the foyer, and he began to put on his shoes. The sight evoked a strange sense of deja vu, but you shrugged it away.

“Tonight was really fun,” you said, and Jungkook smiled up at you from where he was kneeling. Once ha had finished tying his Timberlands, he stood back up.

“I thought so, too,” Jungkook agreed. “I wouldn’t mind doing something like this again.”

“Maybe we could actually go out somewhere if my house arrest is lifted,” you laughed.

“I’m fine anywhere, as long as I’m with you,” Jungkook said shyly. And it was so cheesy, but you couldn’t help but blush. When your eyes met Jungkook’s, his were serious. “Is it okay if I kiss you?”

“Y-yeah,” you stammered, shocked at Jungkook’s request.

His hands came up to gently cup your face, and he stared intently down at you. Slowly, he moved forward, and your eyes fluttered shut. His soft lips pressed gently against yours, where he lingered for a moment. Then, Jungkook pulled away. When you opened your eyes, Jungkook was grinning at you.

“I’ll see you later,” Jungkook said softly, turning towards the door.

“Bye,” you said, your voice nearing a whisper. But Jungkook heard, and turned back to smile at you one last time. Then, he turned the doorknob and slipped out of the apartment, closing the door shut firmly behind him. Again, you were struck by a strong feeling of deja vu.

Then you realized–it was because you had seen this all before.

Jungkook in your apartment, standing in the foyer, putting his shoes on. Jungkook looking at you, a very different expression on his face. Jungkook, your soulmate, turning away from you and slamming the door as he left, his cruel parting words echoing loudly in your mind.

You remembered.

And suddenly, for the first time in weeks, you heard the whispers of Jungkook’s thoughts in the back of your mind. Quieter than before, but present nonetheless. Focusing, you were able to make out your soulmate’s voice.

“Fuck. I really, really, really like her.”

Tears began to pool in your eyes. You weren’t sure what to believe.

- Girl in Luv

Writing about Chinese food made me so hungry. But I can’t even eat anything good because I’m on a damn diet. ANyway, hope you enjoyed this instalment of the series! Sorry it took so long to write. Also this is unedited, so I’ll go back and make any corrections later. I’m going to try to wrap this story up in the next few parts. Let me know if you liked it! Thanks always for the support, and happy reading 💛

INTP things I do

-pretend everything has time and go into hyperdrive at the last minute and when I’m almost done, I do not do it
-live in a chaotic room
-look at memes all day
-try to act tough when I see sad commercials
-not cry over actual shit that should probably matter
-lose things constantly
-disappoint everything
-forget I have friends and family
-don’t reply unless it’s necessary irl or funny
-constantly stare into the void
-not feeling as bad about people suffering, but do for dogs and other liddo animals.
-think of good plans from 12-5 a.m. and forget later on when I sleep. -make a good grade every once in a while on a test with no studying and have my supperiority complex come out I’m bored so, these are some things.

Hold On, I’m Coming (Part 7)

Summary: You, Sam, Benny and Cas struggle with the aftermath of the fire and Dean’s fall. Bobby finally confronts you about your relationship.

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,800

Warnings: injuries, difficulty breathing, panic, fear, hospitals, surgery, language… character death?

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A/N: Hang in there, friends….

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Leave A Message: Betty Cooper x Jughead Jones

Summary: AU, After a night of heavy drinking, Betty Cooper realizes she’s left a series of revealing messages on her crush and roommate, Jughead Jones’s phone. 

Words: 1,600

Warnings: Mentions of drinking, swearing, sexual dialogue but mostly embarrassing fluff. 

A/N: I’ve edited this myself so I apologize for errors. 

Betty Cooper’s head was pounding. She had made the mistake of going out with her roommates Cheryl Blossom and Veronica Lodge to celebrate the end of finals. Now she was sitting at their kitchen island cradling a cup of coffee, trying to figure out if IHOP delivered.

“Good Morning!” Cheryl sang as she skipped into the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee. Her luscious red was piled up on top of her head and her skin was glowing. She looked like an angel not someone who had partied hard the night before. “How are you?” She asked Betty.

“I’m so hungover” Betty groaned resting her head on her arms. “I’ve never been this hungover.”

“Yeah, you really shouldn’t have done all those shots of Liquid Cocaine.” Cheryl chuckled and began taking out a few frying pans. “You want some bacon and eggs?” She asked.

“I do!” Veronica answered, her silk black robe trailing behind her matching her beautiful black hair. She walked up to Cheryl and gave her a soft kiss. Cheryl and Veronica had been dating since before they had left Riverdale and their relationship was goals.

“How are you guys not hungover?” Betty asked.

“We didn’t do three shots of tequila and then perform a Coyote Ugly style dance on the bar. You drank so much you should be dead.” Veronica informed.

“I wish I was dead.” Betty said sliding off her stool and laid on the floor. “The tile is so cold. I love the tile.”

“You’ve seen better days, Cooper.” Jughead Jones exited his bedroom from the other side of the loft and sat in the stool Betty just occupied. Jughead was Betty’s fourth and final roommate and she had developed a deep crush on him since the four of  them had moved from Massachusetts to California for school.  

Jughead had blossomed in the sunshine state. He had taken up surfing and gotten a tan, transforming himself into a ripped golden god. Whatever girls didn’t like about his moodiness in Riverdale, they loved here. Betty hated that she didn’t make a move sooner and now that he was bedding Californian goddesses, she knew she didn’t stand a chance.

“Oh god.” She muttered rolling onto her back. She was so dehydrated she could hear herself blinking. She focused on Jughead messy mop of black hair when he appeared above her.

“Up we go.” He said lifting her into the sitting position. “Take these,” he dropped two extra strength Advil in her palm. “And drink the entire glass.” He instructed.

She did as she was told and steadied herself against him when she stood up. “I need to go back to sleep.”

“Yes, you do.” Jughead agreed walking her back to her room. “Do you need to use the washroom?” He asked.

“I’m not a child, Jug.” Betty snapped.

“Oh, I’m sorry, were you not just rolling around on the floor moaning?” He cocked an eyebrow and helped her into bed. She got underneath the covers and he tucked her in. “Get more rest, you’re gonna need it.” He winked and left her room, closing her door.

Her brow furrowed at her choice of words but she was too tired to give it much more thought than that.

She woke up at 3 in the afternoon feeling much better. Still hungover but manageable. She stumbled out into the living room and found Jughead reading a book. “There she is!” He exclaimed. “I got more Advil out and grabbed some water. There is some left over Thai from lunch in he fridge if you are hungry.”

Betty grabbed the Advil, headed over to the kitchen and began heating up her food. Once the Thai was nice and hot she made way back over to the couch.

“Are you feeling better?” He asked not looking up from his book.

“Mmmm” She answered with a mouth full of food.

“Do you remember anything from last night?” He questioned.

She shook her head. “Not really.”

“So you don’t remember dancing on the bar?” He inquired.

She shook her head.

“You don’t remember leading the whole bar in a rendition of ‘Come On Eileen’?”

“How do you know this? You weren’t even there”

“Cheryl was sending me videos.” He paused. “Do you remember making a phone call?”

“It’s 2018, Juggie, no one makes phone calls anymore.” She rolled her eyes and took a gulp of her water.

“You sure about that?” He asked again.

“I haven’t spoken on a phone in like two years.”

Jughead took out his cell, began scrolling and finally pushed a button. He held it up so they could both hear it.

“Jughead, mother fucking, Jones.” Betty’s gravelly drunken voice rasped out of the phone.

Her eyes widened and she started choking on her food.

“You fucking idiot with your stupid hat and your stupid attitude and your stupid face like you don’t know how amazing you are. Well, I guess you kinda do now with that revolving bevy of girls in our apartment all the time. And what is wrong with me huh? I’m hot, I’ve had six guys hit on me tonight. Six!”

She heard herself yell through the phone and she buried her head in her arms. “No, no, no.” She repeated over and over again.

“I’m smart too and my personality is okay, so what’s your problem Jughead, huh? I’ve been told that my vagina is like, the actual best. Like, what do I need to do? I guess there is a possibility that you aren’t interested in me but I’m the tits so why wouldn’t you be.” She paused. “Another thing, you actual piece of shit-” She was cut off and he lowered the phone.

“Please tell me I didn’t call you back.” She asked, looking at him through her fingers.

He was smirking and she wanted to smack him. “That was the first of fifteen messages. My favorite was how you told me that you obsess over how big my penis is but it’s probably just normal size and that you should stop worrying about it because this isn’t a romance novel.” He chuckled.

She made a whiny, crying sound, her face burning hot.

He didn’t say anything like she expected. She expected him to tease her, she expected him to tell her that they were friends but their relationship wouldn’t be anything more than that but he didn’t. She felt his weight on the couch beside her. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked.

“Would it made a difference if I did?”

“Uh, yeah, kind of a big difference, do you know how you appear to others? Do you know how intimidating you are?” His voice was soft and sincere.

“What are you talking about?” She snapped, rubbing her temples.

“You’re beautiful, smart and funny. You make everything seem so effortless, you should date an architect or something.”

“Why is everyone so obsessed with architects?” She moaned, falling back into the cushions of the sofa.

Jughead sighed. “Betty, did you ever think about just asking me out?”

She threw him some serious side eye. “Oh yeah Jug, I’ll just walk up to you and be like, ‘Hey, I know we’ve known each other forever and I’ve ignored you for most of it but now that you’re all hot and dating models and shit, you wanna go out on a date?’” She scoffed.

“Okay.” He replied.

“What?” She sat up quickly, wincing when he head throbbed.

“I’ll go out with you.”

“Why? You date hipster girls who wear glasses they don’t need and are way too big for their face. You date girls who always look good in a romper, always have perfect Coachella hair and eat avocado toast everyday. I go days without showering, I’ve slept in the library more than once, I’ve dropped a McDonalds hamburger on the ground and still ate it because I had spent my last dollar on it and it was all I could eat for 17 hours until I got paid. Last night I threw up in my hamper-”

Jughead cut her off with a kiss. Betty was taken aback by the sudden gesture and it took her body a moment to relax and really accept what was happening. Betty had fantasized about this moment every night for months. What he would smell like, what he was taste like, how he would feel. He tasted like the cinnamon tic tacs he was always eating, spicy and sweet. He smelled like clean laundry, the sea and coconuts from using the girls shampoo all the time. Betty ran her hands through his hair bringing him closer to her. His body was hard and muscular and he pushed it against her, his skin warm and tan and so different from what she expected.

He parted from her, a smile on his face. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”

“Liar.” Betty whispered, her eyes still closed.

“Betty, I’ve had a thing for your since the ninth grade.” He admitted, kissing her again.

“Do you want to take this into the bedroom?” She cooed running her hands over his chest.

“No, Bets.”

Her head jerked back. “What? Why? You take all these girls to bed and not me?”

“Betty, you aren’t all girls, you’re the girl.” He smiled and kissed her again.

She smiled back. “Can you please, for the love of god, delete all the messages I left you.”

“Um, absolutely not, this shit belongs in the MOMA.” He took out his phone. “Prepare yourself for message number two.”

Tech Support - Stuart Twombly

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stuart Twombly/Reader

Word Count: 4619

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Skype Sex, Masturbation, Oral (Female Receiving)

Notes: Shhh. I told @rememberstilinski and @ninja-stiles I would write them some Stuart stuff. Because Stuart is a babe and I couldn’t stop starting at him while I wrote other things. I guess Stuart is slowly beating out Stiles as my favorite since I write more for Stuart than anyone else? 

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Sometimes I am so embarrassed to be the same species as some people.

So many parents post videos of their kids having meltdowns and it makes me fucking sick. Especially the comments. So far, very few of them specifically state that we should have a cure, but the vibe is there. 

I’d commented on some comments, one of them which was a “pray for a cure” kind of comment and I was like, “how would you feel if your entire existence was deemed a burden?” and they replied, I shit you not, “it is a burden for society and the person suffering.”

Last time I checked, the vast majority of us either can’t communicate to tell you if we’re suffering or not, can communicate but are talked over by NTs and allistics, or are totally fine with being autistic. Or some combination of the three. 

Anyway, why do the meltdown videos sicken me? First off, it’s exploitation. For some reason, we’re considered vulnerable individuals, especially autistic children, and by filming/posting the meltdown instead of, oh I don’t know, helping your fucking kid, that is exploiting vulnerable individuals, and it is abuse. It’s straight-up abuse because we have no say in it and we have no power. I don’t care if it’s for education or whatever it’s for. Unless you get permission, that’s exploiting us. And it’s abuse. It’s intentional abuse. No one accidentally films their kid having a meltdown and posts it to the internet. 

Second, it’s a violation of privacy. Unless the cameraperson is given genuine consent from the autistic to film and post them having a meltdown, that is infringing on our right to privacy. How would you feel if someone filmed you crying or having a meltdown and posting it to the internet, especially when the comments on autism videos are ignorant at best and downright cruel at worst? Yeah, probably wouldn’t want that, would you? So then why the fuck would you do that to an autistic person? 

Can we get this out to the public eye please? Like WAY out into the public eye. 

-Disgusted Luna

anonymous asked:

Super important prompt: what was the boy squad doing leading up to Isak's insta post.

This is super important, which is why I have bumped it up on the list. Okay here we go. 

“This is a terrible idea” Mahdi states as the boys walk around the corner to kaffebrenneriet. 

“What the fuck?” Magnus screeches “this is a great idea. Trust us man.”

They all pull a chair out and sit at a table outside near one of the windows to the cafe. 

Isak licks his lips before nodding “Mahdi was right. This is a terrible idea.” 

Jonas laughs and shakes his head “oh come on don’t act like my ideas have never worked before.” 

“yeah but this time it’s half Magnus’s idea” 

“EXACTLY!” Mahdi exclaims already getting up from his chair. 

“Mahdi sit down” Jonas orders, trying desperately to calm the squad down. “it’s gonna work.” 

Mahdi reluctantly sits back in the chair with his shoulders slumped as he chews on his lip anxiously. 

“So which one is she?” Magnus asks grinning. 

“shhhh can you try to be less obvious?” 

Isak and Jonas raise their eyebrows at each other because they both knew the answer was no and that Mahdi was head over heels. 

“Is it her?” Jonas asked, nodding at a brunette clearing a table next to them. 

Mahdi shook his head. 

“What about him?” Magnus asked pointing straight at a guy taking someones order. 

“Nei Magnus” 

Jonas and Isak laughed 

“What I can’t remember if you said it was a girl or not. and he’s hot right Isak?” 

Isak leant back in his chair with a smug smile painted across his face. “nah not my type.” 

“You’re so whipped man.” Jonas shook his head grinning proudly at his best friend. 

Isak shrugged, smiling. 

“oh wait is it her?” Isak asked as he spotted a blonde girl. 

“oh my god you guys are awful at this.” 

“she’s pretty though.” Jonas said. 

“yeah hot!” Magnus agreed. 

Isak squinted his eyes and angled his head like he was looking at an abstract painting he just couldn’t get. 

“I think i’m too gay for this.” 

The boys roared with laughter, the warmth of the joke making Mahdi finally relax a little. 

Suddenly a short girl with glasses, wearing an army jacket under her apron, and her purple hair tied up in a bun on the top of her head walked out with a tray of coffees. 

“that’s her” Mahdi mumbled. 

“what?” Magnus asked confused 

Mahdi’s eyes nearly fell out when he stared at Magnus trying to convey what he meant “that’s heeerrr” he said between his teeth. 

“ahhh” the boys sang together. Mahdi rolled his eyes at how long it took them. 

Isak smiled “She’s cool.” 

“And cute” Jonas agreed. 

Mahdi smiled “yeah we met at a save the planet meeting” 

they all stared at him. 

“What? I care about the environment!” 

“Sure you do…” Jonas smirked and rolled his eyes “just like Even cared so much about kossegruppa.” 

Isak ignored him “anyway what’s the plan then?” 

Jonas and Magnus looked at each other in silence. 

“Hello? Plan?” Mahdi pressed, getting anxious. 

“ugh well…” Magnus began 

“This is as far as we got.” Jonas finished. 

Mahdi facepalmed “you have got to be kidding me.” 

“it’s not our fault! We were planning on Even being here to you know, take over…” Magnus said. 

“Yeah where the hell is he anyway?” Jonas asked Isak. 

Isak grinned cockily “i’m making him study for his math exam.” 

“Making him?” Mahdi asked

“How the hell could you-” 

the moment Isak’s cheeks turned pink the boys chuckled as Jonas waved his hand in the air, shaking his question away. “nope nevermind, I don’t want to know.” 

“Okay” Isak said, clapping his hands ready to take over. “this is what we’re going to do.” 

“Quick does anyone have any asprin?” Jonas interjected. 

Isak glared “that’s not my only move jackass.” 

“How about you go up to her and tell her-” 

“No Magnus” the boys said simultaneously. 

“Okay, Mahdi, you go and order us coffee.” 

Mahdi stared at him.

Isak stared back

Mahdi raised his eyebrows. “That’s it?” 

Isak smiled “that’s all there is to it.” 

Mahdi groaned, “I can’t believe i’m doing this” before standing up. 

Jonas clapped as Magnus cheered and Isak threw his head back laughing. 

“you all suck” Mahdi said before walking in to the cafe. 

“so how do you think he’s gonna do?” Jonas asked as soon as he walked inside. 


“he’s probably gonna pass out before he gets to the counter.” 

Jonas shook his head “you guys are horrible friends.” 

“hey it took me and Vilde like months to get together! How long did it take Evak?” he asked Isak. 

Isak thought about it. “well, we nearly kissed 3 weeks after we met…actually kissed a week after that but then we weren’t official until…like what a month? or actually maybe-

“We get it. It was complicated.” Jonas interrupted. Isak replied by sticking his tongue out at him. 

“real mature.” 

“so yeah it’s realistic for us to assume he will bomb out the first few times. It’s just how it is.” Magnus said wisely, shrugging at his insightful knowledge. 

Finally after ten minutes Mahdi walked out with a plate of Waffles. 

“So how did it go? Isak asked, just as Mahdi shoved half a waffle in his mouth. 

“Oh! Good. We’re going out on friday.” he mumbled through the mouthful of waffle. 

Magnus’s chin nearly hit the ground “you got…you got a date?” 

Mahdi nodded confused “wasn’t that the plan?” 

Isak grinned “nice one Mahdi.” 

Jonas high-fived him. 

Magnus was still in shock. “but…but….it’s supposed to- you were meant to- what about bombing out?” 

the boys laughed. 

“oh and she gave me free waffles!” Mahdi said proudly, staring at the plate with heart eyes. 

“she’s definitely a keeper.”  Isak nodded in approval. 

“see Mahdi you should appreciate us. Look, our plan work.” 

“your plan sucked” he replied. 

Isak nodded “yeah it did.” 

Jonas rolled his eyes. “Shut up and lets take a photo to commemorate this moment.” 

the boys all huddled together. Jonas struggled with his phone “do i…do I stand here, or should it.”

Magnus pointed at the screen, “maybe if you flip it” 

“but then we won’t be able to see what we look like” Isak stated. 

“Will someone just press the button?” Mahdi said. 

“I think i’m pressing” 

“wait you’re pressing?” 

“Yeah i’m not sure but - oh shit it’s taking photos” 

“it’s taking photos?” 

“oh fuck it was on burst mode.” 

the boys looked through the photos together. 

“Yeah that looks about right.” Isak said 

the boys agreed in unison. 

“Who wants to go get pizza? I promised Even if he studied for his math exam I would bring him home some.” 

The boys all stared at him in surprise.

“What?” Isak asked. “What the fuck did you think I meant?” 

Mahdi shook his head “nothing.” 

“oh yeah nothing I totally thought you meant bribing him with food” Jonas said as they all began walking off. 

“What?’ Magnus asked finally catching on to the conversation 

“OH I thought you meant sex.” he shouted, earning a punch in the arm from Isak. 

💎 August.7.17 💎

Hello so I’m back from the dead and I come bearing fics. This will be Part I of the August Trilogy so stay tuned and enjoy xx

“Hello there.” Louis crouches in front of the small child, brunette with light sleepy eyes. He smiles fondly. He looks a lot like his father, but with a little less laugh lines, and frowns, and grumpiness.The child continues to rub at his eyes, clutching at his little shark before he asks, “Are you gonna be my new Dada?”

An au where Harry has almost everything in the world except for the will to move on.

“Of course, the ONE time a ridiculously attractive man shows up at Louis’ home, butt naked, he turns out to be an arrogant love god. Not only that, but he’s an arrogant love god facing a multi-million pound lawsuit, possible banishment from Mount Olympus, and a shit ton of adjustment issues.”

Alternatively: Harry is Cupid, Louis and Liam own a law firm, and they’re all getting sued.

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All Yours (Connor Murphy X Reader)

WC: 2116

Warnings: Gets pretty steamy (I’ll seperate it in case y'all are uncomfortable with it), sad Connor, language, fluff

Summary: Connor has a (bad) habit of sneaking into his girlfriend’s bedroom when he’s feeling down. Y/N doesn’t mind at all.

A/N: This is a combination of two requests. One from an anon who wanted Connor sneaking into the reader’s room when he’s feeling upset, and eventually breaking down, and one from @lildipstick who wanted fluff or smut with Connor Murphy. Hope you guys enjoy!

I scrolled mindlessly through tumblr, the bright screen and The Book of Mormon cast recording the only things keeping me from falling asleep. I looked at the time on my laptop screen and exhaled when I read it. 12:30 AM.

I suddenly heard a noise that sounded slightly sinister and I pressed pause on the music, taking my headphones out. I said there in the semi dark, my laptop screen illuminating my face.

My window suddenly opened and I jumped, letting out a curse. “Connor Murphy, you bastard. Give me some warning next time.” I said, as Connor’s lanky frame clambered into my bedroom.

“I don’t know exactly when I’m going to need a break from my family, so I can’t give you warning when it happens.” Connor said smugly, shutting my window behind him.

“Whatever you nerd. You interrupted my nightly Book of Mormon session, so I hope you feel bad.” I retorted as Connor sat down on my bed, glancing at my laptop screen.

“You and your goddamn Broadway shows.” Connor mused, laying down on my bed. “Excuse you, Broadway is wonderful. It’s not gay if you listen to it, Connor. Jared likes it.” I said and Connor snorted, sitting up.

“Jared is gay.” Connor retorted and I felt my cheeks go red. “Bad example, but you get my point. Correlation, not causation.” I said, hoping I didn’t sound like too much of an idiot.

“I didn’t think it was possible for someone to get so worked up about musical theatre.” Connor said, his dark hair half up in a bun. I snorted and Connor looked at me strangely.

“If you think that’s me getting worked up about theatre, you should see me when someone tries to convince me that all musicals are pretty much the same. That’s getting worked up about theatre.” I said, huffing slightly. Connor just chuckled, reaching across and tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear.

“You’re cute when you’re annoyed. Your face kinda screws up, and it’s adorable.” Connor said casually, and my cheeks went an even brighter red.

“We’ve been dating for 3 months and you still blush when I compliment you.” Connor said, moving my laptop out of the way and pulling me close to him. “I’m not used to people saying nice things about me.” I muttered and Connor let out a sigh.

“Neither am I, Y/N. I guess we’ll have to be each other’s firsts.” Connor said and my eyes widened, suddenly aware of how this might look to my parents. Connor chuckled at my expression, kissing my cheek gently.

“I didn’t mean it like that, Y/N, but if you want to.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows. I scoffed and shoved his side playfully, burying my burning face in the crook of his neck.

I inhaled his scent and noticed that there was a smell missing. A smell that usually coated him. “You haven’t been smoking.” I said, but my tone made it sound more like a question. Connor nodded, and I looked up at him.

“I stopped smoking when we started dating. Weed used to be my therapy, sure, but I’ve got a new form of therapy right here. That’s why I always come here when I need a break from everything that’s going on. Nothing helps me get my mind off things better than you.” Connor said, playing with my hair as he spoke.


I pressed feather light kisses up Connor’s neck, knowing exactly the spot to put a little more pressure. Connor took in a deep breath and shuddered slightly, and I could feel his heartbeat speed up.

“Y/N.” He breathed out shakily, and I looked up at him with mock innocence in my eyes. “Yes?” I said innocently, although the smirk on my face betrayed any innocence in my voice.

“God, you don’t know what you do to me.” Connor growled, his voice low and husky. “So then why don’t you let me know.” I replied, capturing Connor’s lips in a heated kiss. I slipped one arm around his waist, and tangled my other hand through his hair.

Connor eagerly kissed back, and I leaned forward, pushing him down onto his back. “Y/N.” Connor said, panting slightly as he slipped his hands under my shirt, his slightly calloused fingers running over my skin.

He quickly slipped my shirt off, and his hands moved further up my chest. My breathing quickly became laboured, and I could tell Connor noticed. He simply smirked, and I retracted my hand from his hair and moved it to the front of his jeans, noticing his expression change to a look of shock and bliss. 

“Shit.” Connor muttered, disposing of his shirt as my hands were… preoccupied. “You sure… you wanna do this?” Connor breathed out, his eyes half closed.

“Does this answer your question?” I said, undoing the zipper on his jeans and tugging them down, the bulge in his underwear significantly more noticeable now. Connor’s response was a low moan, and I smirked to myself, in awe of the effect I had on him. “I’m all yours, baby.”


Connor and I laid on my bed together, the both of us sweaty yet immensely satisfied. “Holy shit.” Connor muttered, nuzzling his head in the crook of my neck.

“I know.” I said, shivering as his breath tickled the sensitive skin on my neck. “I don’t not think this was how the night would go.” Connor said, snaking his arms around my waist.

“Neither did I, but I’m glad that’s how it ended up.” I said, glancing at the numbers on my alarm clock. 1:00 AM. “So.. what prompted tonight’s visit?” I asked after a stretch of silence. Connor took in a deep breath, and I immediately felt like I’d hit a nerve.

“It was mom and dad. They were… they’ve fought before, sure, but nothing on this level. They were screaming, and I’m fairly certain I heard something get thrown.” Connor said softly, and I let out a sad sigh.

“I… I can normally cope with it, because I always come to you, but for some reason, this is more than I reckon I can deal with.” He said, and I felt hot tears hit my skin. I turned around so I was facing Connor, his eyes red.

“Hey, hey, babe, I’m here.” I said, circling my arms around his waist and pulling him close to me. He started gently sniffling and I simply held him tighter, our bare chests pressed flush together.

“When it all feels like it’s too much. Like you can’t bear another day. You know exactly where to find me. Just sneak in through my bedroom window, and if I’m asleep you can just slip into my bed. I honestly won’t mind.” I said, rubbing Connor’s back soothingly, kissing his forehead.

Connor looked up at me with a look of astounding love and gratitude in his eyes. “I love you, Y/N.” Connor said, my breath hitching as he uttered those three words that neither of us had spoken to the other before. 

“And I love you. I love you so much, Connor. I don’t know what life would be like if I didn’t have you sneaking into my bedroom in the middle of the night.” I said, gently placing my lips on his.

This kiss was softer, gentler than the first kiss we shared this morning. This kiss conveyed love, and it left me feeling like a schoolgirl with a crush. My stomach was full of butterflies, and my skin heated up when Connor cupped the side of my face with his hand.

“How do you manage to still look so beautiful, even though you’re covered in sweat and have major sex hair?” Connor said and I blushed darkly, thanking the lord that it was pitch black.

“Maybe it’s because you can’t see me.” I said and Connor chuckled, tucking a strand of my majorly messy hair behind my ear. “That was funny, but it was also bullshit. I know that you look beautiful no matter if you’re wearing makeup or not, or if you’ve spent a whole heap of time working on your hair. It doesn’t matter what you’re wearing, although I will say that my favourite outfit is the one you’re wearing now.” Connor said and I punched his shoulder playfully.

“I could say the same thing for you, Murphy.” I said, smirking at him and scanning his body. “You know, you’re the first girl who’s actually seen me naked.” Connor said and I moved my mouth towards his ear.

“And let me tell you, it’s quite a sight.” I whispered, noticing how he shivered slightly at my words. “If you wanted round 2, you could’ve just asked.” Connor said cheekily, tracing his finger down my spine.

“Maybe later, big boy. Tomorrow is, after all, a school day.” I said and Connor pouted, sitting his hands on my waist. “We could just skip.” He suggested, and I frowned.

“I’d normally say yes, but I’ve got some exams tomorrow that I can’t afford to miss.” I replied, taking ahold of his free hand. “That sucks. Now that you mention it, it’s like 1:30. I should probably head back home so mom and dad don’t give me hell for running away or some shit like that.” Connor said, untangling himself from me and sitting up.

I immediately felt cold, and I shivered as a breeze passed through the room. “You can keep my hoodie. I know how much you love it.” Connor said, handing me the bundle of fabric. 

I held it close to my face and sniffed it, Connor’s scent filling my nose. “Thank you.” I whispered, slipping on the hoodie. “You’re welcome. I have, like, 5 more at home. I can spare one for you.” He said, pressing a kiss to my cheek as he pulled on his jeans.

“I love you Connor.” I said once he was dressed, the moonlight highlighting his sharp cheekbones. His usually cold face softened, allowing me access to a side of him very, very few have seen.

“I love you Y/N. I’ll see you at school, ok?” Connor said, and I nodded as he opened my bedroom window. “I’ll see you at school.” I replied, touching my fingers to my lips. They felt like Connor’s lips were still moulded with them, and I didn’t want the feeling to go away.

“I love you Y/N.” Connor whispered, blowing me a kiss before leaving my bedroom, shutting the window behind him. I laid down in my bed, Connor’s hoodie pulled tightly around me like a security blanket of some sorts.

I felt myself finally drifting off to sleep after the events of the past hour or so. “I love you.” I muttered once more before drifting off to sleep. Little did I know that Connor was muttering those same words as he walked home, that adorable, dorky smile resting on his face as he said them.

“Good morning Y/L/N.” Jared said, awkwardly pushing past people as he approached me. “Good morning Jared.” I chuckled, adjusting the straps of my backpack as I spoke.

“Hey, is that a new hoodie?” Jared asked, gesturing to Connor’s hoodie with his thumb. My cheeks flushed slightly and I nodded. “You could say that.” I responded, fiddling with the white strings of the jacket.

Jared’s brow furrowed, as he stared intently at the hoodie. Suddenly his eyes widened, and his jaw dropped so far it practically hit the floor. “That… that’s Connor Murphy’s, isn’t it?” Jared said, his eyes now trained on me.

I felt my blush darken as I nodded, and Jared smirked his trademark smirk. “So, you and Murphy, eh? I wouldn’t have imagined it, but now I can picture it.” He said, punching my shoulder lightly. “Whatever Jared.” I muttered, my cheeks ablaze as I opened my locker.

“Hey, it’s no big deal. I’m happy for the two of you, of course. I just, it’s unexpected, that’s all.” Jared said, and I looked at him quizzically. He let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair.

“I’ve always thought of you as my little sister, Y/N, and I want to look out for you. I’ve heard horror stories about Connor and his… temper, so I just wanted you to be happy. And safe.” Jared said, concern clear in his eyes.

“You don’t have to worry about me, Jared.” I said and Jared looked like a considerable weight had been taken off his shoulders. “I love Connor, and I am both safe and happy. In fact, I reckon I’ve never been happier.”

Barnes - Names (Drabble Series)

Bucky | Barnes | Buck | Sarge | Jamie | Soldat | Love | James | Epilogue

Character Pairing: Bucky x Female Reader

Summary: She calls Bucky by many different names. Each one portraying a different emotion, motive behind her words changing and telling with every utterance off her lips.

WC: 823

A/N: The feedback on this has already been incredible! I appreciate it so much and I love hearing from everyone.

Originally posted by tsumumiya

She called him Barnes in moments of pure annoyance, a certain nasal ring coming through in her voice to emphasize just how irritated she was. His surname was used against him like a taunt in a school yard.

Barnes, I can’t believe you red-shelled me just before I crossed the finish line!”

Barnes, do you know how to put dirty clothes in a hamper or are you just trying to pick fights with me so we can have makeup sex?”

Steve and Bucky had returned from a mission that afternoon and he rushed to see her as soon as their jet landed. He found her lounging on the roof deck, reading a book and comfortably enjoying the sun. Seeing her form laid out so delicately, knowing that her skin would be so warm from the rays of sun when he finally touched her, sent a shiver up his spine.

“Hey Doll. How is my fiancee today?” He asked sheepishly from the doorway.

Fiancee. He loved the way the word rolled off his tongue.

She peered up from her book.

“I’m much better now that you’re… What happened to your face?!” she asked, taking in the sight before her

He was battered. The smattering of dirt and dried blood stuck in his hair helped to accentuate the several cuts splayed across his face and neck. His flesh hand also seemed to fall victim as well. He was also clearly bruised under his uniform, the wincing giving him away with every step he took.

She lept from the chair and sprinted over to him, carefully taking his face in her hands to inspect the damage.

“I took a couple rough hits out there today. It’s nothing.” he replied, gingerly stroking her hair and leaning into her touch.

The softness of her hands against his stubble made him want to purr. She was so tender, so good to him. After years of only knowing touch equating to pain, she was a distinct contrast. She was exactly what he needed.

“Nothing? At least two of these need stitches. Why didn’t you go to medical yet?”

“I just wanted to see my best girl.” he whispered

“That’s really sweet of you but you need to get those taken care of.” she ghosted her fingers over the gash on his eyebrow, careful not to touch, to cause him pain

The glow of her eyes pulled him in and despite the sheer unamused look displaying itself across the rest of her face, he couldn’t help but smile when his gaze got lost in hers.

“What happened anyway?” she asked

“The mission was fine. We were getting ready to leave and Steve didn’t think I could scale down the side of the building with just my bare hands. You know I can’t back down when that punk challenges me…”

Her expression changed from unamused to pure exasperation.

“And?” she curtly replied

“And I made it about three floors before my hand slipped and I kind of landed on my face. On pavement. And some broken glass from the window we punched out of.”

“Are you telling me that you got more banged up from your own stupidity than the target?!”

He bit his lip sheepishly.

“Look Barnes, I don’t give a shit what you and Stevie did when you were Howlies but this has got to stop. You’re both incredibly reckless and AARP’s finest members should not be participating parkour challenges.”

A noise escaped his lips that could only be described as a mixture of a whine and a snort.

“But…” he retorted

“Not only do you have another person to consider when putting your own life at risk,” she wagged her left hand in his face, showing off the shiny ring he had put there just a few days before “but you also have to keep that mug pretty for wedding pictures in a few months.”

He sighed, knowing she was right. The frat boy stunts he and Steve (and occasionally Clint) pulled were getting out of hand. Clint had a family, Steve had his first on the way, and Bucky was getting married. 100 years old and he was finally growing up.

He pressed a chaste kiss to her lips before turning to head to the Medical Wing.

“Hey Barnes?” she called after him

He turned

“You tried to scale down that building twice didn’t you?” she said with a knowing glance


“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” he grinned

“So that piece of glass got stuck in your rear when your face broke your fall?”

Damnit. He turned and sure enough, there was a piece about 3 inches wide sticking out of his left butt cheek. He didn’t even feel that one.

“Make sure Bruce takes his time and stitches that one smooth! I’d hate for you to ruin a perfect ass and a perfect face!” she shouted after him

Barnes. Not his favorite name.

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Hometown Weddings | Part 2 | TOM HOLLAND X READER

Description: After Tom promises Jacob that he’ll tell the reader his feeling at the wedding if  he can get proof that she likes him back, Jacob works tirelessly on trying to get a confession out of the reader.

Word Count: 1839

Part 1| Part 3

Jacob’s eyes zeroed in on (Y/N) who was leaning against the lockers talking to Zendaya animatedly. Today they were filming on location at a high school in New York City. Right now, however they were on break between takes.

“Why are you staring at (Y/N) like you’re going to eat her?” Tom asked his friend, looking up from his script for a moment. They were sitting underneath a nearby window reviewing lines for today’s scenes.

“I’m just… thinking,” he replied looking away from his female costars.

Tom raised an eyebrow and put his script down. “About what?”

“How you’re going to tell her that you like her,” Jacob answered, smiling cheekily.

Rolling his eyes, Tom once again picked up his script and went back to reading. “You are absolutely insufferable,” he mumbled with a strong accent.

“If you would just tell me how you’re gonna do it then I would stop pestering you about it,” Jacob said.

Tom sighed. “Jacob, I already told you, I haven’t thought about it because you’re not going to come through with your end of the deal.”

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anonymous asked:

You remember how mick says he and len don't have heart to hearts? Well do you think they did when they younger and as they got older it changed? Under what circumstances do you think they would have a heart to heart?

So I know this isn’t what you’re aiming for…. but this is where I had to take it. #sorrynotsorry

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Corruption Pt. 2 // Jungkook

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Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Summary: You’re tired of being innocent, so you take matters into your own hands with your best friend.

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Word Count: 1071

A/N: Sorry it’s so short, but expect smut in the next part ;)

You would kiss the only boy you were comfortable with. Tilting your head up, you pressed your lips hard to Jungkook’s.

He froze on contact. Jungkook’s lips were soft and plush beneath yours, slowly, you began to massage his lips with yours, hoping he would get over the shock and kiss you back, but he remained frozen against you.

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Wanna-One Ong Seongwoo Boyfriend Scenario!

Another boyfriend scenario, set in a school AU. Enjoy! (You + Ong)

  • Let’s just say we’re in a school/college setting
  • Ong is the class clown (he wouldn’t tolerate it any other way)
  • Loves making jokes and making people laugh
  • Gets jealous when others are funny (lmao his words not mine !)
  • If even one person doesn’t laugh, he is unsatisfied
  • And that one person was consistently you
  • You honestly didn’t get why he was so obsessed with being funny, especially since you didn’t get his jokes
  • And to you, he seemed needlessly arrogant
  • You just didn’t like him. It wasn’t that big of a deal
  • But whatever, it wasn’t really that big of a problem because it’s not like you were never alone or too close with him
  • One day the professor said that there was going to be a group assignment, in groups of three
  • You were waiting for your name to be called, not really paying any attention
  • As long as you weren’t with Ong, it wouldn’t be a problem, you would hard carry either way
  • So when the professor called out “Ong Seongwoo”, your attention snapped to ready
  • pleasenotmepleasenotmepleasenotmepleasepleasepleaseplease
  • “Kang Daniel,” the teacher called, the two besties slapping high fives with one another
  • okay okay Y/N you’re good likelihood is very low you’ll be fi–
  • And “(Y/N)”.
  • “nonononONONO” you whisper-screamed, slamming your head on your desk
  • “(Y/N) is there a problem?” your professor asked
  • “.. . no.…” you meekly replied with your face still on the table, the human equivalent of T_T (oh y/n you krazy kat)
  • You sulked for the rest of class, and when the bell rang, you picked up your stuff and walked out as fast as possible, trying to delay this (inevitable) meeting with ong for just a little longer at least
  • You were hurrying through the halls, before you felt a hand grab the clasp on top of your backpack, effectively stopping you from running
  • “Bro! I got her!” shouted the deep voice of Kang Daniel
  • Well, shit.
  • “Jesus christ (Y/N), you should enlist in the olympics for speed walking, we barely caught up to you!” Ong attempted at a joke, making Daniel double down in laughter, and making you blankly stare at Ong’s face
  • “I wasn’t walking that fast, and that really wasn’t that fun–” you angrily breathed out, before Ong interrupted
  • “HEY we should all go sit down in the library and discuss our plan for the assignment! Like riGHT NOW!!!!1!!1!11!!” he excitedly commanded, wrapping each of his arms around you and Daniel, dragging you to the library
  • You three plopped down at a table together, and Ong started spurting ideas for the project, pretty much assuming the leadership position (Daniel nodded along to everything he said and it seems like you didn’t have much of a choice but to go along with it)
  • You started to zone out, unintentionally staring at Ong’s face as he continued with the ideas: it was the first time he had been serious for so long, and you noticed for the first time that he was an attrACTIVE MAN
  • But alas, you were unable to snap out of your trance before Ong did it for you, snapping in front of your face and asking you if he was “really that beautiful”, making Daniel crack up
  • You immediately reverted back to your normal impression of him, scoffing and rolling your eyes
  • You didn’t say anything, because you thought you would rather say nothing than blow up and insult him or say something mean
  • You stared at the table now as he continued talking… maybe if you were paying attention or looking at him, you would have noticed that he wasn’t as animated and lively, and instead kind of… sad
  • After your meeting was over, you left quickly, for real this time, before either of your two partners could get your phone number or contact information
  • “Why is she so cold… (y/n) didn’t say a word the entire time, she’s making the atmosphere all tensed up now,” Ong sighed to Daniel
  • “I don’t know, you can’t win over everyone, Ong”, Daniel said, attempting to cheer up his best friend, patting his back
  • “We don’t even have a way of contacting her, and there won’t be a class with her for another two days, the project is due next week, so how are we supposed to finish this anyway? She should understand that this is her grades too, even if she doesn’t like me,” Ong sulked
  • “We’ll figure out a way. Don’t worry”
  • Hours passed, but Seongwoo couldn’t manage to stop thinking about you
  • He knew that you were normal and happy around other people and your friends, but he had no idea what he had done to irritate you so much for you to treat him like this
  • Throughout the rest of the day, he tried searching for your phone number by finding your friends and asking them
  • Partially to contact you about the project, but also because he was worried that you really didn’t like him and he wanted to talk to you and fix that/find out why
  • Eventually he found a friend of yours who gave him your phone number, and he immediately texted you
  • From Ong: Hey Y/N, this is Ong, when will you be ready to meet up again to continue on the assignment?
  • He paced around while staring at his phone, impatiently waiting for a response
  • He stopped and dropped to a chair when he saw the two checkmarks next to his message, indicating that you had seen the text
  • He waited for a response,
  • and waited,
  • and got nothing.
  • Angered, he found Daniel and asked him to text you with his own phone
  • From Daniel: Hey Y/N, Daniel here, when will you be ready to meet again for the project?
  • Ong peered over Daniel’s shoulder, and gasped when he saw your almost immediate response
  • From you: Tomorrow afternoon is fine. We can meet in the library
  • Ong was furious and confused that you had ignored him so blatantly, whining to Daniel and shaking his shoulders, asking what had he ever done so wrong
  • The next day, Ong arrived in the library, ready to give you death glares until you cracked and revealed the reason for why you hated him so much
  • He sat at the same table, waiting for you and Daniel, when suddenly he got a text
  • From Daniel: Sorry bro my dance practice got delayed and I’ll have to meet you there later, good luck with y/n lmaoo
  • Ong sat back and ran his hand through his hair
  • Great. Now I have to deal with Y/N on her own… who knows if she’ll even talk to me
  • You soon arrived, and narrowed your eyes when you only saw Ong at the table where you were meeting up
  • You sat across from him silently, the both of you literally just staring at each other wtf
  • Finally Ong broke the silence
  • “Daniel can’t be here for another hour, so let’s get started, okay?”
  • You continued staring at him, but automatically nodded in response
  • Progress, Ong thought, rolling his eyes as he picked up his laptop, out of your field of vision
  • He started showing you on his computer what he had worked on the previous night
  • After a couple minutes of talking, he looked at you, finally realizing that you were stretching your neck across the table to see his laptop
  • “Oh god, sorry, I didn’t know you couldn’t see clearly,” he said, moving around the table to sit in the chair next to you
  • “You should have said something,” he mumbled, not thinking you would hear, causing you to speak for the first time
  • “Well, you know what I think? I think some of these ideas are horrible and would earn us very low marks on this assignment, Ong”, you said through your teeth, enunciating his nickname to a point of mockery
  • Stay calm, at least she’s talking now, be the bigger person, Ong instructed himself
  • “Oh, well that’s why we’re doing this as a group! So that we can contribute together and bounce ideas off of one another”, Ong said in a tone that was overly positive, earning a magnificent side-eye from you
  • You shook your head and started giving out proposals of your own, some of which were completely opposite and contrasting to what Ong had suggested, both of you knowing that what you were saying made absolutely no sense
  • Ong immediately lost all maturity and desire to be the “bigger person”, thinking Oh, so she wants to play this game, ok tRY ME!!!!
  • “Weeeeell (Y/N), I happen to think that these are horrible ideas that frankly would probably earn us bad marks on the assignment, eh??” smirked Ong, sticking out his tongue at you
  • And that’s pretty much what happened for an entire hour: both of you giving out your own ideas, purposely making them contrast one another, getting absolutely nothing done
  • Cue Daniel walking in to the room: “Hey guys what have you accomplished so far, catch me up!”
  • You and Ong met eyes… and burst into laughter, to the confusion of Daniel
  • Ong stuck his tongue out at Daniel, you instinctively doing the same, the both of you giggling like little kids
  • Ever since that moment, the both of you got closer, and your opinion of him slowly started to change
  • You realized that he was actually pretty funny, once you got over that arrogant impression that you had of him; you didn’t really understand his type of confident humor before but now you were getting used to it
  • You would still argue and bicker over the course of the project, but grew to appreciate each other’s ideas and… presence
  • You all gave a successful presentation, but even once the project was over the three of you continued to hang out together
  • One time you and Ong played that hand game called “tennis”, where you both hold hands and smack the other person’s hand until one of you can’t take it anymore
  • Ended in tears streaming down your face and a lot of laughing as the both of you desperately tried to hold in your pain for the sake of winning
  • Lots of fights that turned more and more playful over time, both of you very competitive with one another lmao
  • When Daniel wasn’t there to laugh at your bickering, the atmosphere between the two of you turned significantly more calm, almost shy even
  • Definitely not as much fighting, there was way more subtle glancing at one another when the other wasn’t looking
  • Lots of “umm”s and silences that were sometimes awkward 
  • oh you GUYSSS…
  • Ong started to feel more comfortable joking around when it was just you, and when he heard your laugh and saw your smile, it made him indescribably happy, to a point where he got shy and blushy
  • He felt satisfied just seeing you happy because of him
  • Like getting your approval was something he wanted so badly, but now that he had it he never wanted to stop making you smile, making you happy
  • oooooooh someone’s got a cute little crushy wushy
  • And you couldn’t say you didn’t feel a similar way with him
  • For a long time, you had never laughed so hard, or been so happy
  • And now that you did, you felt like something had been filled in you that had never been before
  • ANYWAY these were feelings that both of you pretty much refused to acknowledge!!! good golly
  • One day you three were hanging out together in Ong and Daniel’s dorm room, and you and Ong were in the midst of an intense insult battle
  • “You always had bad ideas during our project!!”
  • “UH Y/N I could say the same about you”
  • “Well at least my only talent isn’t folding my goddamn ears”
  • “At least I have a talent”
  • “Well I feel sorry that you have that face”
  • “Well you have a weird laugh anyway so it doesn’t matter if others laugh at you, when you laugh you’re really just insulting yourself”
  • “Well that’s all your fault because you’re the one that makes me laugh in the first place, so essentially you should take the blame”
  • “Well that sucks for you because I’m going to keep making you laugh as long as I keep liking you”
  • “Well– wait, what?”
  • sldkfjsdlkfj SEONGWOO WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, Ong thought, eyes widening as he realized what he had just said 
  • Suddenly the both of you heard an awkward cough behind you. Daniel.
  • “Uh yeah, so this just got weird I’m leaving bye”, he mumbled out, awkwardly running out and slamming the door behind him
  • You and Ong just stood there, alternating between sneaking looks at the other and staring at the floor
  • Ong scratched the back of his neck, catching you looking, and confessed, “well I guess I can’t really take that back, can I”
  • You looked at him and quietly responded, “no, don’t take it back”
  • “What?”
  • You felt your cheeks heating up, averting your eyes
  • “I mean… I’d like it… if you kept making me laugh”
  • Ong, having gained a sudden surge of confidence thanks to your confession, started teasing you
  • “HAHA Y/N you like it when I make you laugh?? More like you just plain old like me!!!”
  • ….
  • “Did you forget that you’re the one who wants to keep making me laugh because you actually do like me?? HAHA yourself Ong”
  • Yeah so that confession turned into more fighting LOL
  • Anyway that was the start of that relationship
  • The playfulness never stops with you two
  • But more serious times happened with you both, including you apologizing for being mean to him at first/not understanding him, which he totally got
  • Brought the two of you even closer
  • Ong loved the sound of your laugh and treasured it
  • Thanks to that your tummy was always in pain from his joking
  • Basically when you were together, there was just a lot of laughing
  • Sometimes Daniel became your mutual target, as both of you joined forces to torture him LMAO
  • Just a really happy, free-spirited relationship
  • :)))))

Originally posted by euigeon

A/N: This ended up much longer than I had anticipated… probably due to the large amount of dialogue lmao. Sorry about that, got carried away LOL

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