you are fine just the way you are

anonymous asked:

Love all of your stories! Could you do one where Archie and Betty are dating but Archie isn't treating her very well so Jughead gets all involved or something

I don’t want the Archie fans to get mad at me so this is totally AU!
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“I’m fine Kevin, just..leave it.” Betty whispered, her eyes downcast as she tugged her light blue cardigan tighter around her shoulders.

“No Betty. You’re not, I see the way he talks to you, the way he makes you feel. And what about Jughead..”

“Enough.” Betty hissed out, cutting Kevin off as she winced visibly at the name.

“I’m just saying Betty, you’re in love with him.. I don’t understand why you’re still with Archie if..”
Kevin rambled, trailing off when he saw the look in Betty’s haunted green eyes.

“Just… please Kevin… leave it alone.” She wiped her sleeve under her eyes, catching her remaining tears as her best friend wrapped his arms around her shoulders, sighing heavily and pulling her into his side

“Okay. Okay I’ll leave it alone. But Betty, I’m not just gonna sit by quietly next time he yells at you like that.”

Kevin was referring to the way Archie had screamed at Betty in the hallway this morning , apparently she hadn’t got the memo that all the cheerleaders were supposed to wear their boyfriends away jersey and he had lost his mind.

“I know kev.” She whispered, her eyes fluttering.

“What’s going on?”

Betty’s eyes snapped open to see her absolute favorite boy standing before the lunch table, his fingers clenched around a brown paper bag as he stared , concerned at Betty.

“Hey juggie.” She whispered, a weak smile on her face.

“What’s going on?” He repeated, dipping his head and catching her eyes.

“It’s nothing..”

Kevin scoffed
“It’s most definitely not nothing, your best friend is an asshole.”

Betty pulled away
“Kev..” she warned.

“Archie, what did Archie do this time?” He was coming awfully close to growling as Betty shook her head

“You know how he is. I just.. It’s not a big deal, he just yelled at me in the halls this morning.” She whispered, embarrassed as he threw his bag onto the table.

Speak of the devil, the red headed boy was currently on his way over to the lunch table, Betty’s eyes flicked up to Jughead

“Juggie, don’t..”

“Hey guys.” Archie smiled, his American boy charm had worn off a long time ago and now the sight of his smug face made Betty sick.

Jughead stood in front of Betty, his shoulders straight as he came face to face with Archie.

“What’s the matter with you?” He asked, crossing his arms as Archie stared confused

“What’s the matter with me? What are you talking about?”

“You’re ridiculous, and pathetic. Does yelling at Betty make you feel better. Making her feel like shit? That’s fun for you? I’m so sick of the way you’ve been treating her. Get over yourself Archie and look in the mirror. She’s the best of all of us and I’m tired of you making her feel like she’s not.” He glared dangerously as Archie puffed his chest.

“What you’ve got a thing for my girlfriend.. pal? She’s mine. Mind your own business and stay out of it.” He tried to push past Jughead but he shoved back with equal force, an all out fight was bubbling on the surface and the tension was so thick Betty felt light headed as she watched the two boys become more and more physical.

“Enough! Please, just stop!” She called out but it wasn’t soon enough, Archie had swung his fist directly into Jugheads face as the cafeteria went dead silent.

“Jughead!” She went to him as he leaned against the table.

At first Archie had been shocked, he had just punched his best friend, but seeing the way Betty cradled the dark haired boys face, his anger came back full force.

“What are you doing?” He yelled “I’m your boyfriend not him! Why are you on his side?”

“Because I love him!” The blonde haired teen yelled desperately, her eyes boring into Archie’s, it was too late to go back now. She walked towards Archie

“I love Jughead. He treats me right and he doesn’t need me to change, and even if he doesn’t want me like that, even if I just ruined our friendship I don’t care because it’s true.. I love him.” She whispered the last part to herself, vaguely hearing the quiet gasp from behind her, straightening her shoulders, she turned from Archie and began walking out of the cafeteria

“We’re done Archie, find someone else to push around.”

Jughead was frozen to his spot for a moment, only coming out of it when Kevin tapped him softly on the shoulder

“What are you waiting for Romeo, go get your girl.” The excited teen grinned

Jughead pushed past his classmates and finally caught up to Betty as she was slowly heading down the hall, her shoulders slumped.

“Bets!” He called, watching as she stiffened and didn’t turn around

“It’s okay Jughead, I get it. You don’t have to feel sorry for me, let’s just forget that ever happened.”

He smiled, and stood directly behind her.

“I love you Betty Cooper.”

She whipped around
“What..”

He cut her off by pulling her into his body and capturing her lips with his. Home.

When they finally came up for air, He was grinning and rubbing his nose against hers.

“You love me?” He asked, a permanent smirk on his face.

Betty laughed, loud in the empty hallway

“Took you long enough to realize.”

She pulled his lips back to hers, smiling into the kiss.

Boss~Calum Hood

You paced around your apartment waiting to leave the house for your interview. You were a fresh college graduate and you already had a few interviews set up. Of course you weren’t expecting much, maybe just being someone’s assistant but that was fine with you, you need to get the bills paid. Your dad said he couldn’t only pay for a few months more before you had to pay. 

You finally left the apartment, it would look good if you were there early. You made your way to the building, going inside and knocking on the door to the office that read ‘Calum Hood.’ 

“Come in.” He called from the other side and you opened the door. “Oh. Hi.” He smiled. 

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INFJ around their crushes

INTP: “So what discovery have you made today? Really? Haha, you’re so weird. But hey, that’s pretty cool. What else did you find?”

ENTP: “Exactly. You have so much ideas! I’d love to hear every of them. I can’t agree more. Some people just don’t see things the way you see them!”

INTJ: “I see. Why do you think that? Ohh.. Don’t you think it’s as acceptable if it were to be this? Wow, you’re right. I never thought of it that way.”

ENTJ: “You should take a break sometimes! Let me handle this. Do you need anything else? Sometimes you can be away from people and that’s fine.”

ESTJ: “That’s a good idea! We’ll go with that. I don’t think this project will ever run without you. You’re amazing.”

INFP: “Aww.. I’m sorry you had to go through that. They’re so mean. Next time try not to talk with them, okay? You’re not being overly-sensitive you’re just being human.”

ENFP: “That’s so much ideas! You should write them down before you lose them. You want to watch something together? Sure!”

ISTJ: “I just love your sense of humour! It’s okay. Everyone makes mistakes. But it’s great to have you here.”

anonymous asked:

What's a non-creepy way to ask "Can I take your picture for art?" I have a classmate who has a really nice clothing aesthetic and thinking up character clothing is hard for me, and that is why I would like to take her picture, but it also seems really creepy. I know it's a bit of a random question, but got any tips/ideas? Thanks!!!

I’d say just tell her what you just told me!! You’re fine!

I was speaking to someone about Hanzo’s behavior and character, so I began to listen to the Japanese version of ‘Dragons’ to try to get some depth and inspiration, and it makes me ridiculously emotional. I heard it before, but never fully stewed on it like this. So, strap in for some rambling. 

The implications in the Japanese version is somewhat different from the English (original) version. The tone it takes on is different and the word choices are…deeper? More meaningful? Nuanced? Something like that. 

I’m just over-analyzing things and reading into stuff. But I’m just smiling at work hearing these two interact.

So, the first major difference that I noticed is the way they speak to each other. 

In English, you usually refer to your siblings, you call them by their names or a nickname. That’s fine, no problem. In the English trailer, he says ‘my brother’ over and over without his name, and it reads a little funny. But that’s just nitpicking at their use of dramatics. 

In the Japanese version, when Genji speaks Hanzo’s name for the first time, it takes on a whole different feel. In Japan, you don’t usually call anyone by their first name unless you’re extremely close to them. So hearing his first name being spoken so purposefully, so casually, is shocking. Most likely, his whole life, he’s “young master Shimada” or something similar to that. It must’ve been weird for Genji, too, because in Asian cultures, you don’t generally call your elder siblings by their names (or elders in general), but by their titles (like ‘older brother’, ‘aunt’, or ‘father’). 

In the Japanese version, it also runs smoother in the sense that Hanzo never speaks his brother’s name until the very end. He just calls him his ‘younger brother’. But in the meantime, he calls him ‘kisama’ 「貴様」 which is a rather rude way of referring to someone. But then again, if Hanzo can refer to himself as ‘sessha’, then ‘kisama’ in that regard is actually fitting. Long ago, the word ‘kisama’ wasn’t used as an insult, instead, it was just a regular way of referring to another person (up until the mid 1900′s, I believe. Correct me if I’m wrong). So, I can’t tell if he’s actually meaning it as an insult or if he’s saying it to match the fact that he refers to himself with a word from the 16th century. 

There are actually more dialogue changes, now that I’m listening to both the English and Japanese versions. It might be worthwhile to do a side-by-side comparison of the two. 

But now I have to rethink a few of my headcanons. Hanzo seems to lean toward “strike first, talk later/during”. He’s really quick to anger and I don’t know how well he controls it. He’s an angry little thing. Either that or it’s because Genji’s just digging deep and pissing him off. Like a brotherly fight. It’s funny.

What strikes me is that Hanzo is ridiculously selfish. Perhaps from being the first-born son, but he is selfish and a really flawed character, but that’s okay. He’s interesting this way. At one point, Genji calls him insincere. Not directly, but when he has Hanzo by the throat along that ledge, he’s telling him that sincerity is shown through one’s actions. 

You know the line, “You think you honor your brother, Genji, with incense offerings?” In Japanese, he instead says something like, “With incense and offerings, do you think your brother, Genji, will be pleased with something like that?” I can’t explain it in words, but it’s like the Japanese version is talking about Genji’s as a person or talking about his emotions as himself, and the English version feels like it’s talking about Genji as a concept or something unreachable. Sorry, it’s hard to explain. 

Oh yeah, another interesting point of note is that the word ‘honor’ never comes up in the Japanese version. 

I really like that Genji’s voice becomes so kind (pitying?) when he tells Hanzo that he’s become a new person and has found forgiveness, and that Hanzo must forgive himself. Genji sounds so full of conviction when he tells him that he believes, still, and that he’ll see Hanzo again. (Okay, the dialogue here is somewhat different than the english version, so I need to explain it a bit.)

Hanzo: 現世は父上のお伽噺とはわけが違う。いい加減、幻想を捨てろ
Reality is different from our father’s fairy-tales.  Enough already (?), cast aside your fantasies! 

Genji:幻想だと揶揄されようが、俺はまだ、信じている。いずれまた、兄者。
Even if these fantasies are mocked, I will still believe. Let us meet again, brother. 

In the Japanese dialogue, he’s talking about the stories. In English, he says “Perhaps I am a fool for still believing there is still hope for you.” The dialogue here is drastically different, and I find that very interesting. It’s very direct in English, and Japanese is nuanced as always. 

I want to translate their dialogue, but it’s kind of difficult because a lot of the nuance would be lost without a crapton of explanation. The word choices and speech patterns are interesting, to say the least. I might do it later. (Let me know your thoughts on this. I like hearing how people view these guys.)

(Did you see Hanzo’s fisherman’s dance? I’m so ecstatic about it and wished it came with the music of “SORAN SORAN!” IT’S GREAT. He’s so serious about it and I can’t imagine him doing anything fun without acting like he’s being graded for it.)

Jalter, in her new blog, reblogging a post with misinformation: “I can’t believe how fucking dumb you are, OP. It takes a new species that can’t possibly classify as homo sapiens sapiens to be this damn stupid. Everyone knows that Paris was originally a Roman city called “Lutetia”, it takes 4 seconds on Google, I s2g people these days”

OP, who had made an honest mistake: “Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to offend anyone or spread misinformation, I’m just going to shut up now, but yeah guys reblog this version of the post, please, this person has it right. I’m sorry if I said something bad!”

Jalter, tearing up, sobbing profusely and loudly, trembling on her seat: “It’s ok, sorry, I took it way out of proportion, you are fine, I just get a bit uppity about France, thank you very much for making such a nice and cool post about France facts. You are not stupid, sorry, do you like dragons? [seven different tinypic links of her in a sundress giving Fafnir a bath] He gets really rowdy when it’s cleaning time, haha! Hey, if you want to know more about France, I can tell you a lot of local stuff, since I’m from there. Can I inbox you my Discord? I like your blog theme, reminds me of the Hundred Years’ War”

anonymous asked:

Can u link faq bc I'm on mobile. Also what is wrong with that pairing in particular?

Oh yeah I forgot to update my age lmao but yeah here’s my notp list and stuff here: X

And basically, to put it simply, dude kidnapped her for bait in a murder conspiracy. Yes, they did talk it out and she forgave him before Saix took her (manga and I believe the novels too), but to paint it as an eventual romantic thing the way it happens with how most people’d write it is still so??? 

“Your blatant disregard for other people’s lives just so you can save your own relationships even if it means killing people like you intended to is fine :)” kind of trope. And like dude. I’m all for them being friends after they train together more and whatnot but uh. dude. There’s kind of a gap between bizarre grief-induced kidnapping situation to friends and bizarre grief-induced kidnapping situation to SOs, and the latter reeks of stockholm syndrome.

also there’s the obvious, obviously.

tbh 99% of the time it’s useless to make a film adaptation of a video game. its not the same as making a book-to-film adaptation because at least you’re changing from a written medium to a visual one. but visual-to-visual just seems like you don’t want to respect video games’ interactive way of telling a narrative. like if you want to create a film with a unique story using that universe? fine. but whats the point of forcing a dynamic visual form into a stagnant visual form? you’re just always going to lose something significant in that translation while not really gaining anything in return

louis is so fucking obvious about who he really is and and what he really cares about and how much he hates doing this shit, yet i still have to see so many people on this hellsite questioning him on a near daily basis and that’s honestly so disheartening to see. and if it’s this hard for me to watch when i’m just a fan of his, i can’t imagine how it feels to be him or to be the people closest to him.

[trans] Ivyclub 2017.04 member interviews

Q1: What special items do you bring around with you often?
Taeil:
Four Leaf clover, toothbrush.
Q2: If I was a fan of NCT, who would be my favorite member? Why?
Taeil: Winwin. He’s handsome. He might look chic (or cold?) when we first met, but he’s really cute.
Q3. Recommended food from convenience stores?
Taeil:
Pizza bread.
Q4. Any fans who left a deep impression on you?
Taeil:
Fans saw us and started crying. I can feel like we influence our fans a lot, I’m really thankful!!!

Q1. A tip for making friends during the new school year?
Taeyong: Now I think of it, people who have brighter personalities and positive mindsets tend to make more friends.
Q2: An unforgettable memory from White Day or Valentines’ Day?
Taeyong: Now that I recall, I don’t have experiences like that..
Q3: Eat or Rest? Which would you choose?
Taeyong: Resting. I used most of my time for eating to do other activities. Usually I put eating last.
Q4: Any desires you had for life in university?
Taeyong: To be able to meet a soulmate

Q1: If I was a fan of NCT, who would be my favorite member? Why?
Yuta: Taeyong. He’s so charming on stage.
Q3: What’s my charm point?
Yuta: My eyes, especially when I laugh.
Q3. Recommended food from convenience stores?
Yuta: Snack. (Oh! Potato!)
Q4: An unforgettable memory from White Day or Valentines’ Day?
Yuta:
I received chocolates from my crush in junior high, I was worried for a long time on White Day as it was my first time buying chocolates for a person.
Q5: Words that motivate you when you are tired?
Yuta: The wall only comes to one who are able to cross it.
Q5: A goal to achieve in 2017?
Yuta: I have many goals. I want to be someone who is able to fulfill every single small goal I set

Q1: What special items do you bring around with you often?
Doyoung: Notebook, because there might be things I want to record down.
Q2: If I was a fan of NCT, who would be my favorite member? Why?
Doyoung: Haechan, Mark. They are cute.
Q3. Recommended food from convenience stores?
Doyoung: Hamburger and yogurt that costs 1000won.
Q4: Words that motivate you when you are tired?
Doyoung: Don’t be too hung up on what you have done, you are actually doing well!

Q1: What special items do you bring around with you often?
Ten: Notebook and a black pen. Whether I’m unhappy or happy, when I have the inspiration I would listen to music and draw. 
Q2: If I was a fan of NCT, who would be my favorite member? Why?
Ten: Mark. He’s very hardworking and sincere. To me he is a cute younger brother but in NCT DREAM he’s a mature brother who takes care of the younger kids.
Q3: Ideal type?
Ten:
Animal lover and someone who challenges herself.
Q4: Words that motivate you when you are tired?
Ten:
Recently I fell in love with this phrase “Be Different Be Unique”. I want everyone to understand me more as a person. And I want to show off the dances and music that is uniquely me.
Q5: Any desires you had for life in university?
Ten:
To attend art school in London and part time at the same time!

Q1: A tip for making friends during the new school year?
Jaehyun: Rather than purposely trying to do something, just get closer naturally.
Q2: If I was a fan of NCT, who would be my favorite member? Why?
Jaehyun: Taeil. He was shy, but after getting to know him better he’s someone full of charms.
Q3: Most memorable talent show I have done during school trips?
Jaehyun: I danced to SNSD’s Genie (Tell Me Your Wish).
Q4: An unforgettable memory from White Day or Valentines’ Day?
Jaehyun: As my birthday falls on Valentines Day, I have ever received chocolates instead of presents on that day.

Q1: Unforgettable memory of 2016?
Winwin:
I’m happy to have debuted.
Q2: Movies or dramas that you like?
Winwin:
I like Signal and Léon: The Professional
Q3. Recommended food from convenience stores?
Winwin: I like ramyeon.
Q4. Any fans who left a deep impression on you?
Winwin:
The fans are always encouraging me, so I have to work harder.
Q5: Goals to achieve in 2017?
Winwin: I want to work even harder to show fans a cooler side of myself. I want to speak Korean better than last year, and let more people know about NCT. Fighting!

Q1: A tip for making friends during the new school year?
Mark: Eat and chat with friends at food stalls.
Q2: If I was a fan of NCT, who would be my favorite member? Why?
Mark: Jaehyun hyung. He just makes people feel comfortable. He’s sweet and nice.
Q3: What’s my charm point?
Mark: Not sure if this is a charm point, but I like to laugh. Even if it’s not funny haha
Q4: An unforgettable memory from White Day or Valentines’ Day?
Mark: In 2016 we spent Valentines Day with our fans for the first time. Back then we did the Rookies Show in Thailand. It was Jaehyun hyung’s birthday that day too.

Q1: A tip for making friends during the new school year?
Haechan: Look for common topics to talk about with people you want to get closer to.
Q2: If I was a fan of NCT, who would be my favorite member? Why?
Haechan:
Mark hyung. He’s cute yet manly.
Q3: What’s my charm point?
Haechan:
My legs and my voice.
Q4: An unforgettable memory from White Day or Valentines’ Day?
Haechan: I received so many chocolates and candies that my mum had to drive her car over to bring me home!
Q5: Goals to achieve in 2017?
Haechan:
Diet more! haha

the following are NOT reasons why batkids are allowed to be child vigilantes:

-bruce is an abusive parent

-bright colors draw bulletfire 

-sidekicks are convenient 

-he enjoys putting children in danger

-child soldiers are cool and fun


actual reasons why batkids are allowed to be child vigilantes:

-in 1940 dc wanted a kid hero for their target audience to relate to, and it was a very successful move

-when comics got darker later, dead sidekicks made for easy manpain


trying to hold the very fact of kid sidekicks against bruce (and ollie, barry, etc) is so pointless. before even getting into comic verses theres certain things you just have to accept: people are taken seriously while fighting crime in costume, glasses can disguise superman, and sometimes kids take on armed criminals with limited combat experience. (usually theyre fine). just always keep in mind what the characters are responsible for and whats just the industry. 

It was just different with you…I cant explain it. Everything, the way i felt, the way i thought..” she said, her voice breaking “it was different, I’ve never felt it before.”
“Least now you know its possible.” He half smiled at her.
“No!” She yelled.
“No, you don’t get it. It was only because of you. And if it is possible with someone else…” She took a deep breath.
“I wouldn’t want it with someone else.
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well-thesedays-im-fine
excerpt from a book I’ll never write
*internal Scooby monologue*

“Hey. Gang. Hey. Look at this.”

“No, over here. Look. Seriously.”

“See? It’s the Scooby Snacks that we need to touch to escape this virtual world. Same as all the previous levels.”

“Grab it, and we’re done here. Just grab it.”

“No, seriously, I don’t have opposable thumbs, it’s way harder for me. Could one of you just–… wait, what are you looking at?”

“Oh. A shark way off in the distance. Cool. I guess the whole gang can hear long-distance sharks underwater now.”

“You know It’s like 30 feet away, right? Just grab the Scooby Snacks and we’ll be teleported out of here.”

“I… what are you doing? You can literally just– oh, for the love of….”

“FINE! Fine. Here, I got them. Now we’ll fade away, and teleport to safety at the last possible second.”

“Sheesh. If you want some done right, you have to Scooby-Dooby-do it yourself.”

Beasts and Monsters:

DISCLAIMER: This is my personal opinion. In no way am I stating what I say here is canon or completely accurate. if you disagree with my opinion, that’s perfectly fine! Everyone has a different point of view, but if you are going to send me messages trying to argue points of view with me or send me hate messages, do me a favor and please just don’t even bother.

So since it has been confirmed that the Ackerman clan are known as a subproduct of titan science on the mainland of Marley, and thought to be Myth’s until Zeke, and I assume Reiner too, confirmed their existence to the Marlian governent, what if Annie knew this so called legend about the Ackerman’s too?

What if she knew and after hearing Mikasa’s surrname, came to the realization that the myth was actually true and that is where Mikasa’s insane strength and skill came from? And then, having made that connection, made the comment that Mikasa was a non-human beast when asked to share her fighting techniques, and instead of meaning it as and insult, meant it as an actual fact.

Annie calls Mikasa a beast, and later, Zeke calls Levi an outright monster. And he means it too. Not a monster in the sense of how powerful he is, but a literal living fucking nightmare that tore him to shreds, killed all of his titans, and managed to chase him all the way back over the wall. 

Even being fully aware that Levi had no blades left at his disposal to fight with, Zeke fled the battlefield and left Bertoldt to die as a result of having his power stolen. Choosing to risk the wrath of Marley and the loss of one of the most powerful titan abilities over having to possibly fight Levi again without his ability to shift.

That is how frightened of facing off against one of them Zeke truly is, and with good reason too.

So, after seeing two titan shifters (people who can shift into legitamate man eating rage-beasts that have killed TONS of people) refer to both Ackerman’s who have no abilities other than their strength (as far as we know) as something ghastly and fearful, on top of calling them a subproduct of titan science, mixed in with how fast they heal and how strong they are; I can’t help but question if those having blood of the Ackerman clan are actually 100% human. 

I can’t help but wonder if the reason they’re so feared, so strong, immune to the Founding Titan, and were at one point treated as a rogue weapon needing to be destoyed by the government they once served was actually because they are the ‘failed product’ of a titan shifter.

That the Ackerman’s are actually the result of human compassion and monster strength in one body. That they are, for all intents and purposes, a pefect mix of human and titan that was never intended to exist.

I wonder if they’re essentially a shared titan shifter that stands on the fine line at all times instead of needing to shift from one form to another. A perfect inbetween that is free of the paths connected to the Founding Titan, free of the 13 year life limit, and free of the curse that taints their blood. 

I can’t help but wonder if they’re actually the unintended, combined success of titan science and human nature.

Roommates (M)

Originally posted by bwipsul

╳ Pairing: Jimin x Reader 

╳ Genre: (one shot) smut and kinda fluff & angst ??

╳ Summary: Being roommates with your best friend can be fun until one day you look at him differently. 

(this is something that I found that I had written months ago and just decided to post it!!)


The day you looked at your best friend as more than a friend, you knew you were screwed. It happened out of nowhere. You just woke up one morning and looked at him differently. You were never going to tell anyone, you weren’t stupid. That would just lead to Jimin being freaked out and nothing being the same. Risking your friendship with Jimin was not worth the little crush you had on him.

Deciding that you couldn’t fall back asleep, you got up to start the morning. Walking into the kitchen to get some breakfast, you didn’t notice your best friend standing there.

“Holy shit! Jimin, you scared me!” You yelled, clutching your chest.

“What’s gotten you so jumpy?” Jimin asks, laughing while opening the refrigerator

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Wrong

Originally posted by lumos025

Summary: Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung bullied you in high school and by some sick joke the universe was playing on you, 2 years later Jungkook was attending the same University as you. Even sicker joke was being stuck with him doing a project on ‘Sex in Cinema’ for a whole semester. Go figure.

Words: 8083

Warnings: Smut, a lot of dirty talk holy shit (I can’t help it), oral, masturbation, overstimulation.

2 years earlier:

You walked down the road, almost around midnight, trying to get home as fast as possible the chilly rainy weather. Not to mention the truck that was trailing behind you and the screams and shouts of “wait up thunder thighs!” and “stop running away like a little bitch!” coming from the 3 boys who occupied it. Wrapping your arms around yourself to feel just an ounce of warmth, you willed yourself to ignore these bastards and walk faster. ‘I’m almost home, I’m almost home’ repeating it like a mantra in your head. Really, it was a stupid idea to think that you could enjoy a last high school party with your friends who were the complete opposite of you. After all, when the three most popular boys of the school were determined to make your life a living hell, why would anyone else want to treat you different in this extremely cliché scenario. It was hard to pinpoint what exactly was it about you that made them hate you so much.

From the time that you can remember, and you remembered a lot, Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook had always despised you. It’s like they couldn’t stand your existence. When you would be at the library helping out by staying late, they would wait after school, yes they would go out of their way to stay at school longer, to make sure that your walk home was as stressful as possible. Making fun of pretty much anything and everything you did was a normal occurrence. You had just learned to live with it, but not today.

You suddenly started to slow your pace. They are cowards, you thought. What can they possibly do? Always taunting, always calling names, always making you feel shit about anything you took interest in. But they were all talk right? You thought, huffing out. People like them walk in groups because they can’t actually do anything alone. You don’t know what came over you, but you suddenly stopped and turned around slowly. The truck that the boys were trailing behind you also slowed and stopped a few meters away.

The one driving was Jimin, while Taehyung sat beside him and Jungkook stood, head poking out of the truck’s opening in the ceiling. You stood defiantly, shaking from the growing rain, your hair soaked and hands tightly by your side. Silently daring them to charge the truck towards you. ‘They won’t do it, they’re cowards’ you thought, your confidence growing slowly. You couldn’t tell where this adrenaline rush had come from to give you such courage to finally stand your ground, just a few weeks away from graduation. You could see Taehyung’s cunning, and terrifyingly psychotic grin widening as he relentlessly whispered in Jimin’s ear, whose grip on the wheel was tightening as he looked you right in the eyes. Jungkook was laughing. He apparently found the situation so amusing, that you decided now to grow a spine and challenge them. Suddenly, the sound of the engine revving was as loud as the rain.

It all went pretty much downhill from there. The last thing you remembered was your too loud heartbeat, the bright flash from the truck and Jungkook’s face suddenly forming a horrified expression as if he wasn’t just laughing at you.

Present day:

You weren’t looking for him specifically among the crowd flooding into the lecture hall. But something did happen inside you when you spotted him. A kind of lightness, or a lifting of some heavy part of yourself. Everything was settling into a nice, normal routine. You were going about your daily lives in an ordinary manner, and you were doing it completely separately.

He sat in the fourth row, and you sat at the back. Only now there was no rising sense of dread. You didn’t keep your hand to yourself when the lecturer asked a question. You answered, without the background sound of someone snickering. And even when it felt as though he was looking at you, when you snuck a glance at him you only ever saw the back of his head.

He bent low over his notes, and his head occasionally lifted a little as he really listened to whatever the lecturer was saying. Once or twice you actually caught him nodding, or doing a little staggered-looking half laugh over some ridiculous concept. As if he loved it all now.

He loved it so much he was sometimes at the lectures early. You would come in with Y/B/F, still giggling over something ridiculous, and get the faint prickle that told you he was already there. Only now when it happened it didn’t make you want to cover herself up, or run and hide. There was nothing to hide from. Everything was going to be super cool and totally fine from here on in. Or it would have been, if it were not for the group project. The one that you were so excited for that you didn’t process it when your lecturer started reading out the names. You would be working with Y/B/F—that was a given. They were going to watch ridiculously filthy movies together and laugh about bobbing butts and ogle Ewan McGregor’s penis.

And then you heard his name.

Followed by yours.

Distantly, like in a dream of being in class.

“Miss Y/L/N, do you have a problem with that assignment?”

Everyone was looking at you now. No—not just looking. Examining, as though You had become a new and baffling species. The girl who was not excited about being carried by Jungkook. The creature who seemed horrified at the prospect of working with him. It made it difficult to do anything at all, even with Y/B/F urging you to say yes, yes I do have a fucking problem. Though You still didn’t expect the shake of you head to happen. Just one little accidental shake of you head and that was it. Your lecturer moved on to his next victim, leaving you in something You once had a nightmare about in ninth grade. Working with Jungkook. On a semester-long project.

About sex in cinema.

“Don’t worry, we can fix this. Just go to his office and talk to him privately about it. He would have to be Satan himself to not understand,” You heard Y/B/F whisper. But the words seemed even further away than you name had when your lecturer read it out.

“Right. Right. Yeah. You’re right.”

“I can come with you if you want.”

“No, that’s okay. That’s fine.”

“Are you sure? You look like you’ve been punched. In the face. With a small nuclear blast.”

“I’m sure,” You said, but soon came to regret that firmness in your voice. The steady nod that told Y/B/F it was okay for you to go in a different direction once you were outside. It only meant that You were on your own when you got to the tiny hallway outside your lecturer’s door.

And saw that Jungkook was already waiting. Of course he was—he probably had the same concerns as you. No matter how sorry he was or what he thought of being in the red and being wrong, he would never want to work in close quarters with you for the entire semester. In fact, him being sorry likely made the situation seem worse to him. Most likely he had calculated all the awkward conversations you guys would have to have and how far apart he would have to stand to keep you comfortable, and found it as unbearable as you did.

Even though his expression seemed to say something else.

Oh god. His expression was saying something else.

Then he held up his hands, as though to calm you.

And you knew.

“All right, Y/N, I know that you’re probably thinking it’s way better if you do this project with that gal pal of yours, but wait, okay? I got reasons why this is gonna be fine.”

“Is that seriously why you’re here? To stop me asking to switch us?”

“Well…no. Not stop you exactly. Stop is a really strong word.”

“While I’m glad you’ve learned that—” You said, your voice briefly catching when you saw his wince. He winced, your mind hissed, before you forced yourself to finish. “I still think it covers what’s happening here.”

“I just wanted to talk to you about it for a second. Just, like, hear me out.”

“I want to. I really do. But come on. You know I wasn’t born yesterday. This has all the hallmarks of some kind of trap or prank or joke at my expense.”

“How could it possibly be a trap or prank? He put people together based on…I don’t even know what he put people together based on. But it couldn’t have had anything to do with me.”

You searched his face, looking for the lie. Waiting for him to show some hint of bullshit, beneath those too-kind eyes and his spread hands and the obvious logic of what he was saying.

Only there was nothing, nothing, nothing.

And it made no difference at all.

“Okay, I buy that. I do. Yet the fact still remains: I cannot do a project with you. Ever. You have to know that doing anything like that is completely impossible for me. Right?”

“I was just thinking that maybe…maybe you could give it a chance. You know, now that we’re on speaking terms and everything is almost cool between us.”

“You think everything is cool between us?”

“Well, maybe not cool exactly. More like…okay.”

“Still need to dial it back a notch, chief.”

“Reasonable? Not bad? Kind of semi decent?”

“That last one is getting close.”

He sighed, shoulders sagging.

Relenting, you thought. He’s actually relenting.

“Fine, we are a fucking disaster.”

“Now you’re getting the idea,” You said.

“But I figure we can work on it.”

“By doing a project on sex in the cinema together?”

“Well,” he said. “When you put it like that it sounds dumb.”

“There’s no other way to put it! That is literally what you’re suggesting.”

“Yeah, I get that. I just…want to not get that. I want it to be easier or better or just not the way this is.”

“That could have been my daily prayer in high school, Jungkook.”

He didn’t react the way You expected to, with more weird arguing.

He just closed his eyes.

He closed them like someone had just told him his family had been in a fatal accident.

“I wish I could go back and start over again. More than wish—I would give everything I have to start over again. The wrestling, this scholarship, every party I ever went to and every fun thing I ever did. And you can choose to not believe me about that, but—”

“I believe you.”

“You do?”

“I’m as surprised as you are, but yeah.”

“Then why does this have to be such a big deal?”

You thought of Y/B/F saying attempted murder.

“Y/N that is fucking attempted murder. Babe, you don’t have to feel bad about anything you put him through now. His friends and him included, ran you over with a fucking truck. How much physio and other therapy sessions did you have to go through because of them, huh?”

The terror that used to flood you when he walked down the hall.

That ever-present sensation of a grille barrelling into your body.

“Because understanding that someone is truly sorry and wanting to spend huge amounts of time with them are two different things. I might see that you mean this, and know rationally that I can almost sort of trust you. Maybe I even want it to be that easy, too. But your face is the one I had nightmares about for two years. Your smile doesn’t seem happy to me. I associate it with cruelty.”

You shook your head. Glanced away from him so you didn’t have to see the defeated look on his face.

“It’s hard for me to look at you, Jungkook, no matter how much I appreciate what you’ve done here.”

“That was a really well-thought-out and logically sound speech.”

“I know it was. I’m pretty proud.”

“And I have no argument against it.”

“You don’t need one. What you’ve done here…” You gritted your teeth hard and looked at the ceiling. But this time it didn’t stop the tears. They were already welling up by the time You explained the rest to him.

“It means a lot. And a million men would never have done the same, I can promise you. I don’t have any messages from Jimin on my phone. Taehyung isn’t going to call anytime soon. It’s just you, a rare fantasy in the middle of all this dismal reality.”

He turned around when you were done. All the way around—and then his arms went up to cover his head and you understood. What you said had affected him, strongly. Maybe more than his words had affected you. It took him twice as long to get it together, and even after he had he couldn’t quite look at you. He just kept staring at the wall and clenching his jaw.

And saying things. Oh yeah, he said things, in a strained, shaky voice.

“I meant what I said, you know. That you are the very best.”

“I know. That’s why I’m going to ask you not to say it again.”

“I can’t stop. I have the opposite of whatever idiocy infected me in high school.”

“What, like insane-need-to-compliment fever?”

“Pretty much, yeah,” he said.

“Well it has taken a raging hold of you, let me tell you.”

“I know it seriously cannot be stopped.”

“I think you have a terminal case.”

“Not a bad way to go, if you ask me,” he said, so soft and sincere it took all your strength to stop yourself smiling in response. You could feel your lips trembling. Your cheeks ached with the effort of pinning them down, yet still You knew you were failing. You could see it in his satisfied expression.

And hear it in his words.

“That’s better. Seeing you look happy.”

“I am happy,” You said, then added without thinking: “Are you?”

Of course you didn’t mean anything by it. It was just a polite habit, based on interactions with people other than Jungkook. People who had actual problems, who lived troubled lives, who might answer with a god no. Jungkook would never need to answer with a god no. His life was full of endless possibilities and unfettered glory. He could snap his fingers and have a thousand people follow him to the ends of the earth.

He even looked that way, in the dim light of the narrow hallway between these offices.His hair was the colour of dark chocolate. Every item of clothing suited him perfectly, from the rich grey-blue of his V-neck to the jeans he’d tucked into his timberlands. He exuded cool from every pore; he could have stepped off the cover of a magazine.Yet all you could see was his face as it slowly sagged. It was like watching someone cut the strings that had held a mask in place—a mask you hadn’t known he was wearing. You thought that smiling golden god who had tormented you was the real him, but for a second you couldn’t be sure. Just for one heart-rattling second, and then the door to the office opened and that glimpse of something else was gone—so fast You would imagine later that it had never existed. It was just a trick of the light.

Better to focus on the real and the now.

“What can I do for you two today?” Professor asked.

Then you took a breath and answered.

“Nothing,” You said.

A few weeks later:

After that day, you didn’t know how or why you suddenly decided to give working with him a try, but so far, it was going…. okay. You two met up at the library, took your notes, glancing at each other once in a while, mostly Jungkook, asking each other questions relevant to their awkward topic given the situation and that was that. He made jokes sometimes that managed to get out a few carefree laughs out of you as well. It was all… comfortable. Nothing that you had expected. That is why, you decided, it was time to move on to watching actual movies for references, in your project.

It was nearly one in the morning, on a Wednesday night when you went to get him as your friend was out and that was the only time Jungkook was free after wrestling practice. Everyone was in bed, and it gave an eerie feeling to your journey back to your dorm.

As did his silence.

He was always talking—You realized that then. Sometimes he practically kept up a running commentary on everything and anything, yet here he was as quiet as stone. And it wasn’t because he was exerting himself. He didn’t breathe hard once the whole time. He could have been carrying a backpack full of air. But the idea of mental trouble lingered. When you tilted your head a little, you could practically hear his mind going over and over things, in a way that just wasn’t like him. He was easy-going. Happy-go-lucky. He never worried about things the way you did.

Until now.

“Jungkook, are you okay?”

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know. You just seem a little…”

Like an ominous statue of yourself.

“I was just thinking what movie we should watch.”

“Oh. Oh. You mean…right now?” You asked.

“Well, that’s what you came to get me for.”

“That’s true, I did come and get you for that.”

“Unless you don’t want me in your room so late.”

“No, no why would I…no, that’s cool.”

“You’re in the Jubilee Building, right?”

You had the strongest urge to ask him how he knew. But that seemed just as weird as objecting to him being in your room.

“Yeah. You just go past the science block and then—”

“Right, right, right I got it, I got it. The statue of Heo Nanseolheon is outside it, yeah?”

“That’s the one. Then it’s the third floor. Don’t worry though, there’s an elevator.”

“Ah, it wouldn’t have been a big deal.”

“Do you wanna let me unlock the door?” you asked standing behind him when you both reached your dorm.

“Oh shit, yeah. Yeah, go ahead,” he said moving his bulky body out of the way as you slid past him to unlock the door. Everything had returned to the way it should be now between you and Jungkook.

Except for the sexy movie you were now going to watch.

Alone. Together. On your bed. In the middle of the night.

You let him pick the movie, thinking that would make things easier somehow. Nothing could be misconstrued, at least, that way. He wouldn’t think you meant anything by your choice, whatever it might be. But you forgot that he might mean something with his choice. You watched the heroine trying to clumsily pick up the hero at the start of White Palace, and cringed so hard it felt more like a cramp in your gut. Your cheeks grew hot, in a way that made you grateful for the dim light of your feeble bedside lamp.

Otherwise he would see you face go red and know you understood his point—despite the fact that his point was fucking nonsense.

“This is even less realistic than Dirty Dancing.”

“Really? You think so? Like, in what way?” You asked.

“It just seems like she keeps pushing and pushing. No woman would push a guy that good-looking if he didn’t seem into it. I can’t think of anything more embarrassing.”

You didn’t look at him, but knew he shrugged.

His arm rubbed against yours as he did it.

“Maybe she doesn’t care.”

“I guess not.”

“Maybe she knows he’s actually into it.”

“That could be one explanation.” Jungkook says, sighing.

“Plus she obviously gets exactly what she was looking for.” He adds.

Onscreen, Susan Sarandon was going down on James Spader.

Which to you didn’t seem to back up his point at all.

“Oh yeah, I’m sure she’s having a great time getting absolutely nothing out of this.”

“That’s what this looks like to you? Like she’s getting nothing out of this?”

“Well, in movies they make it look like she is. But I doubt she really would be.”

“You doubt that giving a guy a blow job could be enjoyable for a woman.”

You glanced at him then, just to see if his expression was as incredulous as his voice.

Then had to look back at the screen quickly. If anything, his expression was worse. He had one eyebrow raised, and there was almost no humour in his eyes. This was serious somehow. Much too serious.

“I don’t know. I mean it’s not really something you do for your own enjoyment. You do it for his.”

“So to you there’s nothing pleasurable about it. Nothing sexy about having a guy at your mercy. Begging you, moaning for you, trying not to push too deep when it gets too good.”

Your breath hitched.

“You do those things?”

The words came out too fast. Too disbelieving, too.

But You just couldn’t stop them. They ripped out of you before you had time to talk it over with you mind, all ragged around the edges and maybe a little breathless. Just enough that he likely heard it, and wondered why. You couldn’t tell him, however. You didn’t know yourself.You only knew that when he started talking again You had the urge to put your fingers in your ears.

“Of course I do those things. Having your cock sucked is fucking amazing,” he said, which was absolutely fine.

But then he kept going.

He kept going.

“The heat and the slickness and her looking up at you as she works it with her hands and lips and tongue. Especially the tongue. The tongue is the best part. Watching it curl right around the—”

“Well, okay, it sounds cool when you put it that way.”

God your voice sounded loud. And too fast again, too. All your words practically jumbled together.

“I don’t know what other way it could possibly be.”

“How about hold still while I fuck your face? Some guy coming right in your eye? Losing a chunk of hair because he pulled too hard?”

“You’re not serious. Tell me honestly. None of that happened.”

Now his voice was bright with amusement. But it didn’t make you feel any better.

“All of that happened. To me. More than once.”

“Yeah but after…”

“After what?”

“After he came then he…”

He made a circle with his hand bobbing his head, as though you should know that one thing logically followed on from the other. It was all completely easy and obvious.

Instead of the hardest quiz you had ever had to get through. “Then he what? Gave me cab fare?”

“No. No. After that then this happens.”

You glanced at the thing he was pointing at.

Then had to look away again, quick. At your hands, at the bedspread.

At him, as he oh-so-slowly realized what your sudden awkwardness meant.

“This has never happened to you. Holy shit. You’ve never had a guy go down on you.”

“I have had a guy go down on me. I totally have.”

“Are you sure about that? You don’t look sure.”

“Well, maybe not like this.”

“There’s no other way to do it. This is actually the most basic, ordinary way to go about eating pussy.”

At those words, you could feel the fire burning on your cheeks and your breathing getting laboured. Jungkook really had no filter.

“Yeah, but this seems really exciting and sexy and hot.”

“Going down on a girl is really exciting and sexy and hot. Like I said about giving a guy head? Exactly the same principle. You get to see you writhe and shake and push herself against your mouth. Just like that, just like Sarandon is doing. Look at her. Look at her.”

“I am. I am looking,” You said, but You weren’t, not really.

You were thinking of the shiver that had gone through you when he said look, soft as butter and so oddly tender. And the way that he was looking himself, eyes almost far away.

Like he was seeing Sarandon, but putting someone else in her place.

“Think about how it must feel.”

“Yeah I can…I get that…”

“Think about his tongue slowly easing over her soft folds.”

“Is that…how…is that what you…” You said, breathlessly “Uh-huh.”

“And it works?”

You voice was a whisper now. But that was okay. His was, too. It was so low he had to lean close to ask you questions. He had to meet your gaze, and You had to meet his.

“What works?”

“It makes you…you know. Cum.”

“Oh yeah. But you gotta take your time.”

“I see. I guess that makes sense.” You were just babbling now, trying to keep up with him.

“Let it build, nice and slow. Start by just stroking her with your fingertips. Work her, you know, until her lips part. And then when she’s all open to you, you just trace the shape of her with your tongue. Lick and lick in these ever decreasing circles until you’re right…fucking…there.”

“Where? Where…where are you?”

You shouldn’t have asked. You knew you shouldn’t as soon as it was out. Your faces were too close together now, and his body seemed to be looming over yours. That was his shoulder, almost nudging your chin. And his thigh, pressing deep and hard into yours. His answer was never going to make any of this better.

Then it came, hotter than molten lava and twice as destructive.

“Her clit. Her slick, swollen clit.”

“I see. That makes sense,” You said, even though that wasn’t what you wanted to go with.

No, what you wanted to go with was more like oh my fucking God this can’t be reality.

“Then you just…stroke it.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Until she’s mindless.”

“Yeah. Yeah.”

“Doesn’t even know what she’s saying anymore, or doing. She might tell you to bite, to fuck her with your tongue and fingers, harder or faster or some word that doesn’t even make sense. Hips coming up to meet you, greedy for it, horny for it, so horny she barely notices that her hand is in your hair and she’s squeezing tight enough for it to sting, so close to coming that her whole body is shuddering and shivering and flushing that deep, good pink. Soon as you see it you just know she’s burning. That her clit is aching and throbbing and her pussy is all open and slippery, and one more second of this will make her come. She’s already coming, before you even know where you’re at. Hard, hard, hard, like she never has before.”

You were holding your breath by the time he was done. You practically had to—his face was so close now you could have blinked and brushed his cheek with your eyelashes. Every word he said seemed to stroke against your face, cool at first but then more heated. As though he was starting to boil alive inside, too. Certainly he looked that way. You have never seem him flushed like this, not even when he pushed himself during a match.

Not even when he was embarrassed.

Though you supposed that wasn’t a common occurrence. He didn’t seem to be embarrassed now, and he’d just said all those words. He said clit and pussy and slippery, as if that was just a normal way to talk to your friend. And he did it all without flinching, too. Without glancing away or putting some distance between you. In fact, those eyes of his—now heavy lidded and so soft focus—seemed intent on you more than they ever had been before. They skittered all over you face, searching for something you had no idea how to give.

You didn’t even know what the something was.

You only knew that it made you forget yourself, just as he had described.

It made you search his face back, marvelling over every brutish line and gentle curve. Those lips of his, as plump as a girl’s yet so masculine at the same time. Every inch of them gleaming, as if he’d slicked them with gloss in anticipation of a kiss. Though even in that moment you didn’t really believe you wanted that. Until he whispered, low and heavy against your own lips.

“You can, you know.”

“Can what?”

“Touch yourself.”

It jolted you, when he said it.

But not as much as realizing why he said it.

You followed his gaze down, and took in the unmistakable sight of your hand in your lap. Really, really high up in your lap. Almost between your legs, in fact—though that was fine, it was cool, it was okay. You stuttered ‘no, no I didn’t really want to do that’, but it didn’t matter.

Because his hand was actually between his legs.

“I do,” he said.

As the whole world as You knew it dissolved right in front of your eyes.

“You do?”

“Fuck, yes. I’m dying to.”

“Because of the film. Because of the movie.”

“Sure. We can say that, if you want.”

You closed your eyes. Swallowed thickly.

Wished hard that he hadn’t added that last part.

“If we could that would be awesome.”

“No problem. I mean it was probably inevitable that this would happen to us.”

“Probably, yeah. Almost definitely, in fact.”

“Just a natural response to a sexy movie.”

“Seems that way to me.”

“So you just slip your hand under your waistband, and I’ll slip my hand under mine,” he said, which was fine all on its own. The problem was that he then went ahead and did it. You tried not to look, but saw anyway. You saw the way he fumbled in his haste, as though all his talk was only calm on the surface. Underneath, something was paddling frantically. It was making his cheeks pink and his body all trembly.

And his dick hard. God, his cock was hard.

You could see that without even trying at all. The curving shape beneath his sweatpants was enormous and unmistakable, and even if it hadn’t been, his hand made it pretty clear. As You watched, he eased it over that solid length, before finally clasping it in a way that shoved the swollen head right up against the tented material. Now You could make out ruder details, like the thick ridge around the head, and the slit at the tip. Both pronounced, explicit, rude.

But that wasn’t what really got you.

It was the way he stopped to lick his palm, before shoving it

under his waistband.

“Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god, are you serious?”

“It’s cool. it’s fine. We don’t even have to look at each other.”

“No I guess not. I guess…I guess that I can just watch the screen.”

“We’re just two people getting off over a hot movie.”

“Exactly. Exactly.”

But that wasn’t strictly true. You weren’t getting off over the movie at all. Nothing was even happening anymore—it was just rich people looking down their noses and arguments over a Dust buster. If anything, it was vaguely depressing, rather than lust-inducing. Yet still You sat there, face burning, body tender and rigid all at the same time. Half of you stuffed so full of embarrassment and shock you sort of wanted to block everything out, the other half just shamelessly straining to hear every single tiny sound he made. Never daring to look, of course, but then…

You really didn’t need to.

He made so much noise that you could make out almost everything. Every little moan and gasp—and there were a lot of them, too. Lots of thick, guttural moans that started on an ah and ended with a kind of abrupt sigh, as though a knife had sliced through his throat before he could finish. So many soft mmms and gasps, like he honestly couldn’t get enough of whatever he was doing.

Though it was the whispers that hit you hardest. They got you right in the gut, low down and deep enough to ache. Oh yeah, he murmured, as though the hottest sex in the world was happening onscreen. As though they were fucking like animals, up and down and left and right. His tone even sounded sort of tremulous, and it got more intense as time went on. Soon he was panting, and rocking, and every now and then uttering something he was clearly imagining himself doing.

“Ah, yeah, suck my cock, just like that,” he said.

Then just to make it extra agonizing, he spat into his hand.

To make it extra slick, you thought, like someone’s mouth. Someone sucking him the way he’d described, slow and steady until he was actually shuddering, right here and now. The bed was moving, at least, and it wasn’t because he was working that cock hard. He wasn’t. He was going slow, so slow, squeezing and rolling rather than the short, fast kind of thing You’d always thought guys did. They almost never seemed to do anything else in porn…but then again they never did all this other stuff, too. You dared to turn you head a little more and saw to your astonishment that he had his hand pressed to his mouth. He was almost biting his fist, chest heaving, body shivering all over—but most important, eyes closed.

He couldn’t even see you looking. You were free to do as you pleased.Yet something held you back. You couldn’t seem to do more than peek out of the corner of you eye, and even that made you feel strange. You kept getting this clenching sensation—sort of like embarrassment or humiliation—and it got worse when his back arched. When he actually said out loud that he was almost there, that he was so close, that he was gonna come all over your duvet. I need something to do it on, he said, and even that had a shameful frisson of its own. You had a brief flash of him kneeling up and suddenly coming all over your face, or maybe pulling down that ridiculously large neck hole to expose your breasts.

Followed by an image of that thick white liquid coating you, striping you face, dripping off your tight little nipples. Him pushing his cock past your lips to finish off, groaning as he flooded your mouth.

And he would have flooded it, too. You glanced at him just in time to see him shove his sweatpants down, that big dick swelling under the pressure of his too-tight grip. Thick ribbons of come already hitting his bared belly, over and over until you were sure he must be done. He had to be, yet more kept flowing over his still-working fist. You watched it run down over his fingers in slippery trails before pooling in his lap.

Though none of it was what you kept seeing behind your eyes in the aftermath. Instead, you saw the way his face had looked as he shot his load. The open mouth, and the closed eyes, and most of all the strange, wrenching vulnerability that had covered him for a moment. No mischief, no macho bullshit—just a completely open and abandoned sort of ecstasy.

And all of it for you.

He knew you had watched him. He still knew now. You flicked your eyes back to the screen as he started to catch his breath, but the first thing he did was include you.

“Guess I kind of made a mess here,” he said, everything about his tone suggesting two conspirators, finishing off their evil deed. You even got up after he’d said it, to get him a tissue.

Though when You got back he’d pretty much taken care of most of it.

You stopped in the doorway to the bathroom at the sight: Him, casually licking his messy fingers.

It took you a good two minutes after that to go over to him, with your fistful of toilet paper. And when you did go, it was on very shaky legs. Your whole body felt shaky, in fact—though not in any way you’d experienced before. This was like being full to the brim with something burning hot, skin so close to ripping that it couldn’t keep still. Sometimes you thought you could see it shivering slightly under the strain, and every inch of it was tender, so tender. His leg brushed yours as you sat down, and it was agony. You even winced—then immediately regretted it.

He had been concentrating on clean-up. Now he looked up at you sharply.

And asked questions You were loathing to answer.

“Have you…not? I mean have you not—”

“I couldn’t. I’m sorry, I couldn’t.”

“God, you must be bursting.”

“Honestly, I’m fine.”

The problem was though; you didn’t seem fine.

You couldn’t meet his gaze. Your hands were fists on your thighs.

And of course he could see all of that.

“You look like you’re bursting.”

“Oh yeah? And what does bursting look like?”

“Your voice is shaking.”

“Is it?” You asked, voice so light it almost passed.

Almost, almost, almost.

“Your cheeks are flushed.”

“Are they?”

“And then there’s the fact that your nipples are like diamonds. Fuck, look how stiff they are. Isn’t that agonizing, having them like that? I bet your clit’s the same. Bet your pussy is so wet. So wet you’re making a mess of the nice, clean clothes.”

Your cheeks grew hotter and hotter as he whispered each word. By the time he was done they felt like they were going to melt right off you face. That tense, cringing feeling in your stomach was ten times worse, and that was before he got to the last point. The one about the clothes, and the mess, and oh god what if he was right? It felt as if he might be. You weren’t wearing any underwear, and everything was really slippery between your legs. You could feel it, every time You moved.

“Oh fuck, sorry, sorry I don’t…I hope…it’s just that—” You didn’t even know why you were apologizing

“Honey, you don’t need an explanation.”

His tone was like sinking into a warm bath—and the thumb you could feel stroking over you forearm only pulled you deeper down. He just did it so idly. So like he wasn’t touching you at all.

Before you knew it, you were up to your ears in liquid heat.

“Are you sure? Because it kind of feels like I do.”

“I’m sure. I mean, the movie was pretty intense.”

“Right, exactly. Super intense.”

“So why deny yourself?”

“I’m not…denying…anything.”

“I could leave, if you want.”

“No, god no,” You said, too fast and too fierce.v

Though it was only afterward that you realized how it sounded: Not like someone trying to say you didn’t want to masturbate. Like someone saying that you wanted him to stay.

And he took it that way, too.

“Or, you know. I could just…do it for you,” he said.

Then you just had to do your best not to go out of your mind.

You stopped herself from jumping up. Kept your hands from flailing.

Didn’t look at him, in case looking made you do something crazy.

“Oh my god. You can’t be serious. You can’t be serious.”

“Probably wouldn’t take a lot.”

“I always take a lot.”

“Even when you’re alone?”

“Especially when I’m alone.”

“Well, maybe we should see about that.”

Again, you had the urge to get up. Maybe you even would have, if it hadn’t been for the other things he was doing. The thumb stroking your arm was now the back of his hand, running the length of your arm over and over. And that was his breath against the curve of your throat, so close and warm he could have been kissing you there. It felt like kissing.

Only without the scariness of the real thing.

All of this was without the scariness of the real thing. It was just a game, that was all—and one that you could win if you really put you mind to it. He thought he could get you so easily, but he was utterly and completely wrong. You were a rock, in the face of whatever he was going to do. You were impervious to the pleasure he seemed to think he was going to dole out, to the point where you almost laughed when he slipped his hand beneath the waistband of those too-big sweatpants.

It was weird. Slightly uncomfortable.

Not sexy in the least.

And then his fingertips just oh-so-lightly grazed the pouting lips of your swollen pussy, and things pretty much started to go downhill from there. The sensation it sent through you was just so intense, and over something so small. He hadn’t even slipped between them to your clit, or eased a finger into your slick little hole. In truth, you weren’t entirely sure he’d touched you at all.

Yet you still had to clench your jaw.

You had to tell herself that it was just the stuff that had happened before—the film and him coming and then licking his fingers like a satisfied cat. It wasn’t anything to do with this right now, with him touching you, with his skill. He wasn’t skilful at all. He was terrible. Awful.

he worst lover you had ever had.

You had no idea why your thighs were trembling. Or what made you moan when he finally, finally, finally eased his fingers into that slick slit, and then topped it off by telling you just what he found there.

“Ohhhh fuuuuck you are wet. You’re so wet. Jesus Christ, Y/N, how can you stand it? How can you sit still and quiet with those eyes closed when your pussy is like this? So slippery I can just glide all the way down and ease on in and oh man, oh man,” he said, and all You could do in response was shiver and make a number of embarrassing noises. First for his words, and then oh god then for the feel of him doing it.

He used two fingers—two of those long, thick fingers—yet somehow it didn’t hurt when he pushed into you. There was no fumbling or searching. Your body just seemed to open for him, as though they’d dated for years and he’d worked on you for hours. He knew exactly how to touch you there, and when he did you simply had to respond. Your gasp rung out in the small room.Though you vowed it would be the last one. That was it now—you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of anything else. Not even when he started working his fingers in and out, slow and steady and so unbelievably good. you kind of wanted to cry over the unfairness of it. Why was he the one who had to be so good at this? How did he know how to do it in this deliberate, teasing, tantalizing way?

Even watching him do it was exciting. You made the mistake of glancing down and all you could see was his hand rolling beneath the material, the waistband occasionally stretching to give you a glimpse of your glossy cunt, his gleaming fingers, the way you were spread around that thick intrusion…

Fuck.

You had to look at the screen just to stop yourself coming right then and there—though even those measures had an exciting quality of their own. James Spader was just doing something incredibly dull now, while you sat here watching through slitted eyelids, cheeks flushed and legs spread, as a man slowly fingered your slick, flushed pussy. Back and forth, back and forth, until you were so beside yourself you weren’t sure you even wanted to hold back your moans. You only knew that you were still trying, for reasons that seemed vague and far away now. It just doesn’t matter, your mind hissed, but you kept it up anyway. You held yourself more tightly and bit deep into your lip—deep enough that you tasted blood. And when he started to ease those fingers up, you shut your eyes tight. You thought of other things, more boring things: dry books and bird-watching. All to no avail. He made one circle around your clit.

Just one tiny, insignificant circle, and that was it. Your orgasm rolled up from that stiff little bud, in one all-consuming and all-powerful wave. It took away your control over your body—your toes curled tight and your back arched. But most important, it took away your control over your mouth. It let one little word slip out.

Though one little word was more than enough.

“Jungkook,” You said, and after that the game was pretty much up. That was gratitude in your voice and pleasure in the sigh behind it, and all wrapped in the neat little bow of his name. There was no more pretending that it wasn’t him who had made you feel this way, or suggesting that all of this was just a game.And he knew it immediately. He kept up the thrusts of his long, thick fingers, helping you prolong the feeling of your orgasm for as long as possible. And he didn’t stop there. Your face was starting to contort from the oversensitivity and it was obvious that Jungkook knew it too from the way he bit his lip and started to purposely move his fingers faster once again.

“Ahh! J-Jungkook… I can’t….” You moaned out, though this seemed to have no effect on him as he seemed determined to elicit another orgasm from you. His fingers scraping against your tightening walls as they fought to repeatedly slam back inside you. Your thighs were shaking, your eyes half lidded, leaning back on your hands as his worked between your legs. Suddenly you gripped Jungkook’s moving hand as you came dangerously close to letting go.

“That’s it, fuck, cum again for me Y/N. I need this. You need this” He almost sounded desperate and it made you want to sob because everything was so fucking hot.

With a cry of his name, you came undone again, your body almost curling in towards itself from the sensitivity.

“Holy shit, holy shit,” he said, as though you’d cried out the filthiest thing on the face of the earth. And, again, he didn’t stop there. You could hear him fumbling with the waistband of his sweatpants already—though you tried to turn it into something else in your head. He was just pulling them up, you thought. They had slid down as he serviced you, that was all.

Only it wasn’t all.

When you made the mistake of glancing his way, you saw so much more than you were ready for. It was supposed to be over now, completely over, but he’d shoved everything down to mid-thigh and his cock was in his hand again and god god god why was it so arousing? You’d had cum twice already. He’d had one orgasm already, and now he was being so fucking filthy.

Yet somehow the filthiness only made it worse.

You came searingly close to telling him yes.

And go on.

And come all over me—just like you’d imagined.

For one wild second, it even seemed like he might. He was groaning and panting and he kept saying things, incredible things like “do you see what you do to me do you get how fucking horny you make me oh fuck just hearing you moan my name”. His hand was heavy on your shoulder, and you knew he was close. He was going to yank your top down any second now.

Any second, you thought.

Though you didn’t realize how much you wanted it until the first thick burst slid over his fist.

Didn’t know how little control you had over herself until he grunted your name and shuddered violently, that slick fluid easing over his still-pumping fist. After all, if you’d had any you would have stayed right where you were, content to just watch.Instead of leaning forward to take that heavy, swollen, slippery head in your mouth, to catch the last ribbons of his salt-sweet cum all over your eager tongue.

“Fucking fuck, Jagiya” Jungkook cursed loudly, watching you take the head of his cock in your mouth. He slid his hands in your hair, gripping it from the bottom of your skull gently, rocking your face back and forth, riding out the last of his high. You looked up at him, eye still glassed over, breathing hard and laboured and slid the head of him out of your mouth.

There was no doubt that Jungkook was shocked at your boldness but he seemed pleasantly surprised. His pupils blown out, lips swollen, skin gleaming. He truly was a work of art. The magnitude of what you two had done hit you hard. So, naturally, there was only one thing left to do in panic.

Kick him out.

“Jungkook…you need to leave”

A/N: So, Idk what happened but yeah hope you all enjoy. Not sure if I’ll make this a series since I’m bad at continuing ideas. I may stick to separate scenarios. I get bored easily. However, please feel free to check out my blog and send me ideas for new fics

Tumblr aesthetics are cool and all, but there’s nothing quite like making your town as you as possible. 

If you like balloon furniture, decorate with it! If you like to have non-matching PWPs, build ‘em! If you like your villagers’ houses to be helter skelter and all over the place, let ‘em be!

You don’t have to do what everyone else is doing.

(Flash Talk) Camila arrive at LAX airport and Lauren is waiting for her...
  • Camila: What are you doing here?
  • Lauren: Well... I heard that you have some questions and I think I have some answers.
  • Camila: Lauren...
  • Lauren: Oh, this is Leo by the way. He was crazy to know you.
  • Look, Leo... how beautiful she is. I think he likes you.
  • Camila: Lauren... we can't do this again.
  • Lauren: Can you just listen to what I have to say?
  • Camila: I... I can't. I'm sorry.... and yeah, he's adorable.
  • Lauren: Yeah, he is and I think he's in love with you already. Camila, can we talk?
  • Camila: No. Not now...
  • Lauren: So, when?
  • Camila: Lauren, there's so many things I have to process right now. I'm fine now. I'm finally fine. I need time...
  • Lauren: No, you need answers and here I am.
  • Camila: Now?? Months later?
  • Lauren: Can you at least think about us?
  • Camila: This is all I've been thinking about in the last few months.
  • Lauren: I'm sorry...
  • Camila: I have to go my mom is waiting for me.
  • Lauren: I'm waiting for you too. We are waiting for you, right Leo?
  • Camila: Lauren...bye. Bye Leo...and take care of her.
Tips for driving while autistic

I feel like a lot of autistic people have a lot of trouble driving and getting their license. For many people that’s okay, there’s nothing wrong with that, y'all are valid in every possible way. Unfortunately, many of us live in cities where public transportation might as well not exist, in food deserts, in situations where we do not have people who can drive us places, in cities which make bike riding life-threatening and sometimes illegal. I would like to reiterate: there is absolutely nothing wrong with not being able to drive. The fucked up thing is a system which forces people to drive. This is intended to be suggestions for autistic people in similar situations to mine: in a food desert, no public transit, not enough money to pay for uber, etc.

Tips for driving while autistic and things to be prepared for:

-if you start dissociating and don’t feel that you can drive safely, pull over if you can. If there’s no clear place to pull over, get as far to the side as possible and turn your hazards on (this is the button with two red triangles, one inside of the other)

-keep plenty of water in the car. Keep food in the car too, but to prevent mice and rats from being tempted to investigate, keep the food in tightly sealed containers.

-if you miss the turn, it’s ok. I promise, it’s ok. Just take the next turn. Usually you’ll still be able to get to your destination by taking the next turn, and if not, it’ll give you a chance to pull over and re-evaluate or turn around.

-people will use some body language to indicate what they are intending to do. A waving hand means, “you go ahead of me.” A still hand, palm out means, “I’ll go first/thank you.”

-if you’re driving down a street too narrow for two cars, and you meet a car going in the opposite direction, just pull over for a second. Or if it’s super narrow, someone may have to back out of the street. It’s not a big deal. Try to be nice in those situations and they usually will be too. For that matter, sometimes I have to swerve slightly into the lane of incoming traffic because of bicycles and that happens too. People around you will do their best to compensate, but try to make sure you’re giving them enough time and warning for them to compensate (use your turn signal or hazards and spend as little time in the wrong lane as possible).

-no one wants to crash. Usually if you do something stupid the people around you will compensate and avoid you, although you might get some honks and middle fingers (yeah, mentally prepare for that)

-in terms of speed limit, it’s usually better to match the cars around you. The actual speed on a road is usually about 5mph over the posted speed limit.

-it doesn’t matter if you are going 15mph over the speed limit. There are still assholes who will tailgate you. (Meaning they will drive really close behind your car attempting to intimidate you into driving faster) The key thing to remember is that they also don’t want to crash, which means all they will do is intimidate. Because I’m an asshole and I hate tailgaters, I usually slow down when someone starts tailgating me. Remember: do not start driving faster. Police will ticket the person in front (aka you) because that person is “setting the speed” and they will not ticket the tailgater.

-parking is stressful, especially in downtown areas. Be prepared to wander for a while looking for parking and factor that into your drive time.

-some places no longer require you to learn to parallel park. Please learn anyway if you feel able. It will make finding parking a lot easier later on.

-bicycles will always be where you least expect them. Always. Especially if it’s illegal for them to be there. Just be prepared for them being anywhere and everywhere and not following the laws of traffic at all.

-the first time it rains or snows in the fall/winter, literally everyone will have forgotten how to drive. It’s a thing. Be prepared for the roads to be chaotic

-the most difficult part is the test itself. That’s the part where you disregard everything I’ve said about how driving actually works and just obey the letter of the law the best you can. Don’t forget you can retake the test if need be. Also, there will often be reviews online talking about which DMV in your area has the easiest test route.

-I try to do meditation breathing a lot while I’m driving under stressful circumstances. It’s very helpful for me

I hope this is helpful. If anyone else has any other tips for driving while autistic, I would be glad to hear them.

Edit: I can’t believe I forgot this! I’ve found that certain types of stimming can be somewhat dangerous while driving. I’d say chewing stims are fine, vocal stims are cool, but I would hold off on the visual and physical motion stims until you’ve had quite a bit of driving practice. Auditory stims are somewhat ok, but be careful to make sure you can still hear sirens and stuff (also earbuds/headphones while driving are illegal in many places)

-turn signals can basically function as a way of telling people around you “hey, pay attention! I’m about to do something!” Even if you’re just changing lanes or are swerving around an open car door you can use them to communicate that people should be ready for you to do something unexpected.

-traffic will stop much more quickly than you expect. Always keep an eye on the brake lights ahead of you.

Friends Part 1

Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1947

Warnings: Fluffy and angst

Thank you @amrita31199 for beta this for me you are amazing 

credits to the gif owner

You never felt so inadequate in your life, when you left the house for one of Tony’s parties . You felt beautiful in your black strapless dress and high heels.  But as soon as you arrived at the party, you felt your heart being shattered.

You see Bucky with a beautiful blonde in his arms , when he sees you he comes in your direction kissing your cheek and pulling you to a hug “Don’t you look beautiful?” He says staring into your eyes, you smile at him with your best fake smile“Well I tried, apparently not as hard as your date.” You say sounding bitter even if that is the last thing you wanted to be or sound like.

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