he's disgusted too

Colin Firth admits that he knew about the sexual abuse by Weinstein, because a colleague told him 25 years ago. I give him kudos for owning up to it now, but it is utterly shameful that it took him so long to own up to it. It takes courage to admit to it and he does more than many other big Hollywood actors who go with a generic “I had no idea, how horrible” - a statement he issued at first as well. As he says himself, yes, he should have owned up to it earlier and he should have done more than merely state his sympathies towards her 25 years ago or in all the years since then.

I get if men might not be able to speak up, because they were also under pressure to lose their career, or because women close to them had to fear to be destroyed by the public and Weinstein. I get staying silent to the public and merely warning friends and other actresses about Weinstein behind closed doors. While men are nowhere near under the same pressure as women, their careers still depended on Weinstein in that openly accusing him might have harmed them. Fear is a very potent silencer.

BUT Colin Firth continued to benefit from Weinstein, he was totally fine with a sexual predator as long as he benefited from it. If you know someone is an absolute vile human being you don’t cuddle up to him. You don’t turn a blind eye. There are accounts of many actresses that say they got warned by people not to be alone with Weinstein. Actors that while working for Weinstein still tried to protect actresses from it. That’s the least everyone can do. For all we know Colin Firth didn’t. You might stay polite and distant if you have to for professional reasons, but you don’t get close to them to advance your career. You don’t pretend you had no idea that the guy was horrible or a sexual abuser if you had a first-hand account. That is the disgusting thing Colin Firth and many other men in Hollywood did.

anonymous asked:

How do you think Black Hat would handle an existential crisis if he ever has one.

Oh man #relateable. Let’s see. Tbh I don’t think BH would have a whole crisis about “who am i as a person, what’s my purpose, what happens when we die, etc.” He already knows, he’s a smug, edgy villain and he’s here to get $$$$$$$

but if one of his sidekicks died. well. that would be more interesting. bUT IM TOO WEAK TO KILL OFF ANY OF THEM SO LETS GO WITH GRIEVOUSLY INJURED INSTEAD.

Black Hat doesn’t really worry about his own death anymore, and he’s completely not used to worrying about other people in general. So if Flug, Dementia, and/or 5.0.5 got hurt, Black Hat would be stunned. He’s so used to being untouchable; this isn’t what’s supposed to happen.

then he gets angry. not his normal violent, explosive rage. but a cold anger that quietly electrifies his veins and spawns mouths and teeth and tentacles from the fabric of his coat, as his shit-eating grin slowly vanishes.

Neither him nor the heroes that hurt his friends employees are smiling by the time he’s done.

You break it, you buy it. And you pay for it in blood.

Much later, he’d probably be waiting at their bedsides until they woke up. So that he could yell at them for being stupid. Yeah. That’s why.

He’s not getting soft. No way. That’s ridiculous. So what if they die? They’re just humans. Well, and a bear. Still, they’re all the same, replaceable.

…Fuck. Has being around humans this long made him sentimental? Disgusting.


“..Boss are you giving us a vaca–”

“̸͚̘̠̭̝͍͐͒́͗͝͝D̵̛̹̲͈̪͂̅͊̓̎͜ͅÓ̴̼̠̝̬̪̈́́͊̔̕͜ ̶̢̠͎̖͓͍̿̊̓͗̒̐Y̶̻̠̞̻̯͕̽̈́̂͂̒͘O̸̢͕͕̗͔̭̓́̋̚͝͝Ű̸͓͍͎̼̦̼̑͛̈͒̾ ̷̨̨̛̻̭̲̏̓͒͋͝ͅȖ̵̡̞̻̭̙̱͊͐̾͒͝Ň̵̢̲̘̻̰͉̃͒́̚͠D̸̛͖̱̣̟̺̤̐͑̀͐̕Ḛ̶̡̢̨̟̜́̿́́͋͋R̵̢̠̜͎̮͔̍̀̓̔̒̓S̵̛͇̟͚̺̯͊̽̊͑̕ͅT̸̟̝̬͍̭̝̈̌͗͛̔̕A̸̼̱̮̯͎̰̿̈̂̽̑̈́Ṇ̸̡̛̘͇̦̺̑̄̇̈́̆Ḑ̶̰̙̼̠̝̇͆̾́̀́ ̸̡̢̛͔͔̜͊͗̇̄͝ͅỜ̵̧̱͎̹̣͌̄͂̋͜R̴̙̘͕̘̗̤͂͐̽̀͑̽ ̴̨̖̰̠̬̗͗̄͒̐͂̕N̷̖͎̩̬͎͂̑̐̌̌͘ͅȎ̴̻̲̬͖͚̒͊̓̊͜͠T̸͚̫̱̻̟͙͑͋͒̂̑̐?̷͍̤̝̖̬̺̄͑̈́̍̓͆!̶̰͖̳̻̝̳͌̾̀̎̋̔”̵̡̝̘͚͖̣̐̀̂̿̚͝

“Y-yes boss!!”

None of them are dumb enough to say anything further on it. And no one sees Black Hat wipe the corner of his eye as he angrily stomps out of the room.

Full Bloom

There was a slam from behind him as Bucky kicked the door shut with all the might his ten-year-old body could muster, and then the sounds of distant yelling from inside the room he’d just stormed from.

He didn’t care. The people his mom had taken him around to visit were assholes. He just felt bad for leaving Stevie in there to fend for himself- although to be honest, he was probably just having to be held back by Mrs Rogers as he made a desperate attempt to smash their kneecaps in.

Bucky growled at nothing, kicking a nearby rock as he marched through the unknown village. The place they were in was foreign to him; the rich side of town where Bucky rarely even heard about, let alone visited. Only reason he’d been dragged along in the first place was because of the new job his and Steve’s mom had both been offered, and their potential new bosses had wanted to meet for dinner to discuss ‘arrangements’, whatever that meant.

They probably didn’t want to discuss anything now- not after the way Bucky had reacted. 

Which was great. Meant his mom had lost the job offer. Again.

And Bucky had tried, he really had- best behaviour and everything that his mom had asked him to- he knew that this was important to her. And Sarah. Probably more so to her; she and Stevie struggled to put food on the table as it was.

And he’d ruined everything.

Sniffing and adamantly refusing to cry, he kept marching, unsure of where he was going, but uncaring too. He just needed to… to find somewhere quiet. 

He’d be in so much trouble when his momma got hold of him.

It was only a few minutes later when he came back to himself, realising that he’d somehow managed to wander into a field, filled with pretty flowers and lovely green grass. It was surrounded by trees perfect for climbing, and the sun shone on it in a way that made it all glow.

Not that Bucky cared. Right now, he just needed a place to sit and be grumpy.

Throwing himself forward, he fell to his ass with an angry little growl and tucked his knees up against his chest, staring moodily ahead of him. There were little flowers dotted around the grass, and he picked at them absently, ripping their petals off and then letting them flutter to the ground or float away in the light breeze.

“Hey! Don’t do that, what did the flowers ever do to you?”

Bucky jerked and turned around immediately, eyes wide and searching for the owner of the voice. He definitely hadn’t expected to be found in a place like this- not so soon anyway.

Ahead of him, there was a skinny little boy, his warm brown eyes as big as saucers as he stared down at Bucky and the angry look that was still etched on his face. The boy was dressed in clothes that probably cost more than the contents of Bucky’s entire room, but there was grass stains and muddy patches all over them. His curly hair was falling into his eyes a little, but he quickly brushed it out when he saw Bucky looking; probably out of habit.

“Those… those flowers are pretty. Don’t ruin them,” the boy said weakly, apparently losing his confidence as he saw Bucky’s grumpy look.

He probably did look quite scary- a boy already tall for his age, in the wrong part of town and picking apart flowers in this fancy field whilst wearing a look of absolute thunder on his face. No wonder the newcomer was looking a little shifty.

He made an effort to smooth out his face a little, but he doubted it did much. “Sorry,” he said gruffly, shrugging his shoulders, “I’ll find somewhere else, I didn’t know you were here-“

“No, I didn’t mean you had to leave,” the boy said hurriedly, taking a brave step forward, “I just heard you storming in, and wanted to see who you were. That’s all. And there’s better ways to make use of the flowers than to rip them up, you know.”

Bucky looked at him quizzically, and then his eyes drifted down to the little chain of colourful flowers the other boy was gripping in his hand. Apparently losing all confidence again when he caught Bucky staring, his eyes widened and he hid the offending object behind his back, taking a little step back once again. It was like he was dancing, he moved that much.

“They’re just flowers, it’s not a crime, boys can like flowers too you know, I don’t- don’t beat me up,” he stumbled, holding his chin high in defiance but failing to hide the panic in his eyes as he took another step back.

Bucky furrowed his brow in confusion. Why the hell would he think he was gonna get beat up? Bucky didn’t hurt anyone- not unless they started it first, anyway.

“I’m not gonna beat you up,” he declared, shaking his head, “and I know it’s okay for boys to like flowers. I was just angry, and I wanted to fiddle with somethin’. Sorry if I hurt them,” he said, biting his lip.

He didn’t want this boy to think he was mean. Even if he probably looked pretty mean right now- Bucky didn’t want him to be scared. He looked as if he was scared quite a lot, actually.

There was silence, as the boy ran another hand through his hair and bounced on the balls of his feet. He was keeping his eyes fixed on his floor, and Bucky was just about to get up and say he was leaving when the boy suddenly spoke up again.

“I come out to this field when I get upset, like you. But… uh, I use the flowers too. I just mess with them in different ways,” he said, like that was supposed to explain something.

Bucky looked at him in confusion, and after a few seconds the boy’s hand was slowly removed from behind his back, revealing the pretty chain of flowers again. “Have you ever made a daisy chain before?” he asked tentatively.
Bucky shook his head, wondering where the boy was heading.

“Okay. Do you want to learn?”

He was being looked at almost fiercely, and the boy’s knees were crouched a little, like he was preparing to run at a moment’s notice. It made Bucky frown again, because why the heck did this person seem so convinced Bucky was going to try and hurt him?

“Yeah. Okay. I’d… I’d like that,” Bucky answered, trying to smile a little, despite his foul mood.

The boy’s eyes widened, like that had not been the answer he was expecting. Bucky noted that he had very nice eyes. And hair. In fact, he was even prettier than Dorothy- the girl who sat in front of him at school. Everyone loved her- but she didn’t share a patch on the boy stood in front of him right now.

“I’m Tony,” he stated, finally stepping forward and holding out his hand.

“Bucky- nice to meet you.”

“Come with me,” Tony said, pulling on Bucky’s hand and leading them to the left, where the trees met field, “I know a place full of so many flowers you won’t even know what to do with them all.”

“So why were you angry?” Tony asked, his knee knocking against Bucky’s as he carefully wove a tiny little stem through the gap in another.

Bucky paused, face clouding over. He put his chain down carefully, in case he ripped it in his frustration. “Mine and Steve’s momma met their new bosses, and they’re really stupid.”

“What did they do?” Tony asked, “did they not know how to count to ten?”

“No, not that kinda stupid,” Bucky waved him off, “they were just mean. And wrong. There was an advert on the TV and it had two boys in it and they said that it was disgusting but it isn’t disgusting. I like boys. I know I’m not disgusting. An’ I told ‘em that much myself, ‘cuz I ain’t afraid of no dumb adults,” Bucky said defiantly, hands fisting against his legs as he thought back to their gross faces.

Tony was staring at him, and Bucky realised that maybe Tony thought he was disgusting, too, so he jumped to his feet angrily. “If you don’t like it either, you can take your flower crown and scram, ‘cuz you’re just stupid too-“

“No!” Tony raised his hands, eyes wide as he looked up at Bucky, “No, I don’t think it’s disgusting. I just think you’re… you’re really brave. I could never do that to adults. I tried to do it once, when my dad called me an idiot, but then he just hit me and so I didn’t do it again,” he said, looking at the floor again like he was… like he was embarrassed or something.

Bucky frowned again, confused. Why would his dad have hit him? Weren’t parents supposed to keep you safe from being hit, not be the ones to do it in the first place? 

That being said, Bucky had noticed the angry red mark that was cutting through Tony’s cheek, and wondered if that was the reason he was in this field in the first place. And if it was his own dad that was doing that, it made everything even worse.

“I’ll beat him up if you want,” Bucky said, sitting down again so that his leg was pressed up against Tony’s. “Like I said- I’m not scared of no adults.”

Tony’s eyes were wide, and he was staring at Bucky like he was his guardian angel or something. Bucky liked Tony looking at him like that; it made him feel all fluttery inside. “You’d really do that? For me?”

“Yeah,” Bucky nodded his head adamantly, “definitely.”

Tony smiled, but then shook his head and sighed. “No. Dad’s strong, and even if you’re strong too, he’s big. I don’t want him to hurt you too. That’s why I come out here. I like flowers. They’re pretty. And dad can’t yell at me when I’m here.”
There was a short pause, and then Tony’s eyes widened as he turned to face Bucky. “You can’t tell anyone you saw me here, okay? If dad finds out I like flowers he’ll call me stuff and hit me and stop me coming, and I really like it here, so you can’t, okay, you can’t-“

“I ain’t telling your dad shit,” Bucky told him, liking how the curse word sounded on his tongue. He wasn’t sure what it meant, but he’d heard someone yell it on the street, and thought it would be a good thing to use here. “I like flowers too. And you. I wouldn’t tell him anything that might hurt either of ‘em.”

Tony relaxed a little, and nodded gratefully. “Thank you. And by the way, I definitely don’t think it’s disgusting. I like boys too- more than I like girls. But I just don’t tell anyone because I don’t want people at school or home to beat me up more,” he admitted, worrying at his lower lip and avoiding Bucky’s eyes again.

“But… why are you telling me then?” He asked.

Tony looked at him, and then shrugged, his cheeks beginning to turn pink. 

“’Cause you’re my friend. Right? And friends can tell each other secrets.”

Bucky thought about every secret of Steve’s he had kept, and then nodded his head. “Definitely.”

“Good,“ Tony broke off, finally finished with the little chain of daises he’d been making through the conversation. He raised it up and smiled at his work, before shuffling forward a little and carefully placing it around Bucky’s neck. “It suits you,” he said quietly, and Bucky thought the blush that was spreading through his cheeks again was very pretty.

Bucky nodded looking down at the chain around his neck and smiling. “You can wear mine when I’ve finished- it won’t be as good though, ‘cuz you’ve been doing it longer and I’m still learning-“

“I think it’s great anyway,” Tony assured him, picking up the half-finished masterpiece, which was a little uneven and splayed. But Tony was practically beaming at it, and it made Bucky feel lovely and special.

“BUCK! BUCKY! YOU HERE?” A loud voice interrupted, and both of them jerked, Tony’s eyes flashing with panic as he dropped the chain and turned. Bucky made note that he didn’t like loud voices.

Quickly grabbing his hand, he caught Tony’s attention. “Hey- don’t worry, that’s just my friend. He’s called Steve, and I’ve been gone a while, so everyone’s probably worried. And mad. But not at you,” Bucky explained hurriedly. “Do you wanna go, or do you wanna meet him?”

Tony paused, before looking across at the boy who was even tinier than him, shock of blonde hair falling over his face as he stumbled through the long grass and searched for his friend. “I’ll stay.”

“Good, because he’s great- you’ll love him,” Bucky grinned, before pulling them both up and waving. “STEVIE!”

Steve turned, eyes locking on to both of them immediately. He frowned a little at the sight of Tony, but it was gone in a second and replaced with a friendly smile. “WE’VE BEEN LOOKING ALL OVER FOR YOU, IDIOT,” he yelled across the field, beginning to jog across until he had caught up with them. “Your mom’s gonna give you an earful when you get back, you know?”

Bucky grimaced. “Yeah, I know I was stupid- I ruined their jobs-“

“No no, they don’t care about that. The people were assholes, they turned down the offer as soon as you slammed out of the door,” Steve explained, “your mom’s mad because you just wandered off for two and a half hours in a place you don’t know. Idiot.”

“I had Tony,” Bucky said defensively, “we made flower crowns. And now we’re friends and he’s gonna hang out with us, okay? He needs to teach you how to make flower chains- he’s awesome at them,” Bucky explained, squeezing Tony’s hand and smiling, gesturing proudly to the chain around his head.

Steve stared at it for a few seconds, and Tony was all jittery again, but then Steve just smiled in wonder and stepped forward, examining the work around Bucky’s neck. “That’s so cool! Can you make me one?” He asked, eyes wide.

Tony practically beamed, and nodded his head happily. 

“But I get to make Tony’s,” Bucky added quickly, shooting Steve a look. 

“Why can’t I make one for him too?” Steve asked, frowning.

“’Cuz I’ve known him longer and I asked first,” Bucky replied.

Tony giggled a little, and Bucky’s stomach went all fluttery again. “You can… if you want, you can both make me one?”

Steve opened his mouth to reply, but upon seeing the desperate looks Bucky was throwing his way, he slowly shut it again, comprehension dawning on his face. “Oh. I didn’t realise… uh, you know what, Tony, I think I’ll leave it to Bucky. He’s better at them than me, and he did ask first.”

Tony just shrugged, and then smiled at Bucky again. They were still holding hands. “Okay.”

“Uh, Buck- I hate to break this up, but if I don’t come back with you soon, I think your mom’s gonna call for a search party,” Steve said sheepishly, interrupting their moment and rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. 

Bucky sighed grumpily, but nodded his head. “Yeah yeah, whatever. Tony, do… do you want to come ‘round to my house sometime? Steve will probably be there, and there’s a nice meadow behind our garden. You can teach us how to make even cooler chains than before, and… and I’ll be able to make you one all on my own?” Bucky asked it like a question, and looked stubbornly at his shuffling feet as Tony’s hand squeezed around his own.

“I’d like that, yeah,” Tony said softly, prompting another beam from Bucky.

“Cool! I’ll… I’ll meet you here at the same time tomorrow, and we’ll walk down, okay? Sound good?”

Tony nodded happily, a little stunned expression on his face as his gaze jolted from person to person, as if he expected the joke to be revealed.

Bucky squeezed his hand a little tighter and then let go, the great big grin still on his face. Bad moods seemed impossible now. “I’ll come find you tomorrow then, Tony,” he called out behind him, walking up to Steve and then making their way toward the roadside.

There was a pause, and then the sound of hurrying footsteps prompted Bucky to turn around again. He only had a chance to look at Tony in surprise for a second, before suddenly the smaller boy had leaned up and planted a kiss on his cheek. 

It lasted 0.3 seconds and the butterflies that Bucky had been feeling all afternoon suddenly exploded in his tummy, lighting up his face bright pink and turning his knees to jelly. He felt like his heart was doing somersaults as he watched Tony lean back down again, covered in a pretty blush of his own, and then turn tail and run back through the grass, waving behind him as he went.

Bucky stood there, stunned, until Steve suddenly burst out laughing and elbowed him in the ribs. “Bucky and Tony, sittin’ in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-“
“Shuddup,” Bucky said gruffly, unable to take the smile off his face as he shoved Steve gently.

Steve continued to giggle all the way home, but Bucky didn’t even care. He was going to look up how to make the best flower-crowns that night, so that he would be able to impress Tony when they next met tomorrow.

“I think he’s gonna be real good, Buck,” Steve said, suddenly solemn, as he nodded his head pensively.

“I know he is,” Bucky agreed, head still tilted in the direction the other boy had run.

He was gonna make the best flower crown for Tony. Just you watch.


“We must wait and watch. And when we find our spy, and we will find them, we shall turn them from an obstacle to an asset. Wouldn’t you agree, Agent Kallus?”

direwolfpupy  asked:

show!theonsa & honestly just write something where they angrily make out i'm trash

Sansa slams the door shut behind them, rattled wood echoing throughout the chamber. Her shoes clack against chilly stone as she marches toward her bed. She peels off her gloves, exasperated, and hastily tosses them onto the nightstand.

“Sansa,” Theon calls to her gently. “It’s alright.” 

She spins around, fiery hair falling over her cloaked shoulders. “It’s not alright,” she spits, “After all you’ve done for us—” 

Theon tightens his jaw. He swallows. “I’ve done things wrong, too.” 

“And they haven’t?” she retorts. Her voice is sharp—pithy, almost—and it reminds him of the first time they’d stood in these chambers together, when he’d offered his arm and she’d refused his touch. Except this time her hostility isn’t directed at him; rather, her anger belongs to those who’d insulted him in the Great Hall moments ago.

“Half of those men refused the call against Ramsay,” she continues. The name still bristles against his skin like frigid wind, and it does for her too, he thinks, but the moment passes. “They abandoned us when we were in need. Hundreds of men died, and more would have if the Vale hadn’t come to my aid. We didn’t punish them. We forgave them when they returned to us, allowed them to redeem themselves. But they dare speak out against you for what’s already been forgiven.” 

 “Not everyone thinks I deserve forgiveness,” he responds. “I accept that.” 

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Only You

Summary:  The reader and Archie don’t know exactly what they have, but they’re too scared to admit they want more. After a secret Archie kept from the reader is exposed during Jughead’s birthday party, it’s now or never. 

Word Count: 4599

Song Pairing: Do Re Mi by Blackbear https://youtu.be/BL9jY9b2uFg

Author’s note: One word: ANGST!! This is going to make you feel so many fucking things I’m going to warn you right now;) Let me know what you thought…if you survive haha 

From the moment the night had started you knew it was going to be rough. Betty had found out it was Jughead’s birthday, and nearly had a heart attack when she learned he’d never had a party before. From that moment on she was determined to throw him a party, despite what you and Archie told her.

You and Jughead go way back, like best friends since diapers back. Jughead had even been your first kiss. Your families had become close because they’d all grown up in Riverdale together. There had been a lot you’d gone through with him, but it wasn’t all sad things.

It was just that you knew how to be there for the other, more than just a shoulder to cry on. You had always believed that you were soulmates, but not in the romantic sense of the term, best friend soul mates if that was a thing.

If anyone were to be your soulmate IN the romantic sense, it would be Archie Andrews. There was just something about him, he was intoxicating to you. Archie made you feel so many things, whether it was butterflies or shivers down your spine.

You were hooked, but truth be told he felt the exact same way about you. He couldn’t explain it but he knew that when he was with you it just made sense. You were different, and you made him feel alive.

He wasn’t sure if love was real but if it was, you were it. No matter how sure of his feelings he was, part of him was still scared. The last thing Archie wanted to do was mess up and  lose you, but that was all he seemed to be able to do lately.

So Archie didn’t let you know everything he felt for you and just let whatever was happening continue to happen. It was painful because he wanted so much more, but the pain of losing you would be much worse.

You were currently sitting in your car with Jughead, postponing starting the night. Turning to you he asked, “ And you told Betty I hate my birthday?”. You’d told her about a thousand times, but it didn’t matter.

Turning to him as well you replied, “ Juggy I was a broken record, but she set her mind to it and now we have ourselves a…. party”. You didn’t know what exactly to call it because everything had escalated.

Originally it had been strictly inner-circle but due to Riverdale being Riverdale it turned into a classic high school party. Jughead closed his eyes and sighed, “ Just when I thought god couldn’t punish me anymore”.

Laughing you explained, “ Jug it sucks but Betty had good intentions, she cares about you because you’re……what exactly are you guys?”. Jughead sighed again, “ Add that to the list of confusing things that is currently my life (y/n)”.

He added, “ Betty is wonderful but I’m not sure if I’m ready for her…..she’s the type you settle down with and I don’t even know if I’ve been programed to do so”. It made sense, Betty was so perfect and that was intimidating.

Jughead shot back, “ If we’re going to define things, what exactly is your relationship with the ginger stallion”. You instantly smiled thinking about Archie, and how fun tonight would be for you both.

Grinning you answered, “ Let’s just say so far it’s been a fun ride, a really fun ride”. Getting what you were hinting at he stuck out his tongue in fake disgust. He sat up too, “ We’ve known eachother since before we knew how to speak (y/n), and so I know it’s much more than just some fling”.

Shrugging your shoulders you opened your mouth to speak but he cut you off, “ Nope I’m not letting you sarcastic comment your way out of this one, you really care about him maybe even lo-”.

Jughead was cut off when there was knocking on your car window, and it was no other than Archie. When you rolled down the window Archie jokingly said, “ I’m just glad the windows aren’t foggy”.

You face was red but it wasn’t because of his accusation, it was because what Jughead had said. If you were going to be honest with yourself you did love Archie, you loved him bigtime. You just weren’t sure now was the right time, and you didn’t want to ruin what you currently had.

Jughead picked up on how red you face was, but he kept it to himself. You turned your car off and got out, wrapping your arms around Archie. Smirking you said, “ Don’t worry Arch, I know that’s what your car is for”.

Archie wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed you. He could never keep his hands off of you, there was something that just drew him to you. Jughead rolled his eyes, “ I’m right here guys…I’m starting to think you enjoy an audience”.

You just flipped him off and continued to kiss Archie, wanting to push away your bad feelings about tonight. Archie let his hands roam and he not only grabbed your ass, but picked you up and placed you on the hood of your own car.

He started to kiss your neck and you laughed, “ Fuck Archie are you drunk?”. You felt him smile against your skin as he giggled. He spoke softly, “ Not drunk, just buzzed”. You realized the strange taste on his lips had been alcohol.

Laughing you shook your head, “ Archie Andrews what am I going to do with you”. Before he could respond Jughead intervened, “ I’m going to stop you right there, I need you both to walk with me in the valley of despair”.

Archie turned around and you hopped down from the hood, both agreeing to be there for him. Taking Archie’s hand the three of you made your way towards the door, preparing for what ever tonight would bring.

As Jughead knocked on the door Archie stood behind you kissing your neck. He whispered in your ear, “ You look so amazing tonight (y/n)”. Archie was already insanely affectionate sober, but when he was drunk it was much more intense.

Your smile soon faded when you saw Veronica open the door. You wanted to like Veronica but you couldn’t. She clearly wanted Archie despite the fact that he was with you. Archie never fed into it, but it didn’t matter because she was relentless.

Veronica smiled, “ Hey Archiekins, happy birthday Jughead”. She hadn’t even addressed you, how childish could she be? Archie stopped kissing your neck, “Hey Veronica, where’s Betty?”.

Veronica didn’t care about Betty and she just shrugged her shoulders, “Probably somewhere having a heart attack that a streamer is out of place”. Jughead just looked to you and rolled his eyes, and you did the same.

Archie took your hand, “ Come on babe let’s go have fun!”. Your annoyance vanished when you realized how happy Archie was to just be here with you. Entering inside the house you saw just how crazy everything was.

There was random people everywhere, empty bottles, and trash. Jughead sarcastically said, “Wow I can’t believe how many people are here to celebrate my birthday!”. You realized that no one would even know it was a birthday party unless they looked at the decorations.

Veronica crossed her arms, “ There’s also people downstairs, I’m pretty sure Betty wanted to speak with you and (y/n) so Archie and I will wait up here!”. Three seconds ago she had no idea where Betty was, and she suddenly remembered this?

You didn’t buy it, “ Aw what a good “friend” you are Ronnie! Why don’t you stay up here while Betty’s real friends go downstairs”. Taking Archie’s hand you lead him to the basement as Jughead followed.

As you walked down the stairs Archie whispered in your ear, “ Don’t be mad (y/n) the only girl I want is you”. That was true, but it didn’t stop Veronica from getting under your skin. Jughead didn’t know how to feel, “ Looks like we’re walking right into the belly of the beast”.

There sat there on the couch Betty amidst the madness. Cheryl was standing up in front of her audience which included; Reggie, Kevin, Moose, the Pussycats, Chuck, Ethyl, Dilton, and Joaquin.

When Betty saw you guys her eyes lit up, the people she actually cared about were finally here. Cheryl also lit up when she saw you guys, “ Well if it isn’t the birthday boy himself! Since you all are here we can start the game”.

You raised an eyebrow, “ A game?”. Jughead added, “ What are we five again Cheryl, come on”. Archie was down for whatever so he took an open seat and made you sit on his lap. Jughead leaned against the wall, preparing for a fast getaway.

As you heard the sound of heels going down the stairs, you knew it was Veronica. Archie could sense your anger and so his grip around your waist tightened, trying to distract you. Cheryl placed a hand on her hip, “ Alright everyone we’re playing secrets and sins”.

Jughead spoke up, “ Seriously Cheryl that’s what you come up with? Let me guess it’s truth or dare on steroids”. The name of the game made you feel uneasy, you hated games where the main point was to start shit.

Cheryl just grinned, “ We’re starting with Riverdale’s finest, Archie Andrews”. Instantly your stomach started to churn, you didn’t like where this was going. You tried to stop it, “ Cheryl pick someone else”.

She just laughed, “ Oh is poor little (y/n) scared? I mean you have every right to be…especially after that night where Veronica and Archie had a little adventure in a closet”. You heard Archie whisper, “ Fuck” to himself.

You stood up, “ What adventure?”. Veronica came and stood next to Cheryl, the both of them just beaming. Cheryl laughed, “ Guess there’s some trouble in paradise huh? Archie didn’t tell you…”. You felt the anger boiling and you didn’t know whether you wanted to hit Veronica or Cheryl, or both.

Veronica grinned, “ It was after homecoming, Archiekins and I shared an intimate moment…it was very 13 going on 30 of us”. You couldn’t even turn around and face Archie, there’s no way both Veronica and Cheryl would lie about this.

Betty tried to help, “ Come on Cheryl, stop messing with people’s feelings just because you’re sad you lost Jason”. It warmed your heart that Betty was trying to protect you, but you were seeing red.

By now Archie stood up and he kept reassuring you, “ It was nothing, it didn’t mean anything, I didn’t feel a thing”. Nothing Archie said mattered right now, he had lied to you and embarrassed you in front of everyone.

Jughead saw your fists clenched, and he knew you were going to explode. He rushed over to you and held you back. You got in Veronica’s face, “ How fitting that the girl with daddy issues turned into a homewrecker! Keep trying to distract yourself from the joke that is your life Veronica, but no matter what you do you’ll always be empty!!”.

For affect you added, “ I’m not going to hit you either, I don’t feel like ending up like your father…I heard prisons a bitch”. The entire room just cheered, this was the exact entertainment everyone had hoped for.

Veronica didn’t know what to do, she just stood there trying to find the words. Veronica didn’t know you’d act this way, and being confronted like that scared her, not to mention the fact that everything you’d said about her was true.

Cheryl just laughed, “ Shit (y/n) I didn’t know you had it in you”. You just wanted to get out of this damn room and away from all of them. Turning to Jughead you took his hand, “ We need to get out of this room Juggy”.

As you turned to leave Archie reached out for you, but you couldn’t look at him. You were already holding back tears, and if you looked at him you’d fall apart. Jughead went in between you both, “ No Archie, you’ve done enough”.

                                    Yeah, if I could go back to the day we me

                           I probably would just stay in bed

You felt a thousand emotions all at once as you went back upstairs with Jughead. Instantly you went over to the drinks table and downed whatever you saw. You didn’t want to feel anything, you didn’t want to think about anything.

Jughead just leaned against the table, “ You sure you want to do that (y/n) I don’t know if-”. You smiled as you felt the warm liquid wash all over your body. Placing the now empty red cup down you turned to Jughead, “ I know what I want to do, dance”.

               You run your mouth all over town, And this one goes out to the sound

Of breaking glass on my Range Rover, Pay me back or bitch, it’s over

Back downstairs things were just getting worse and worse. After Jughead had stopped Archie from going after you, Veronica had gone over to him. Placing a hand on his chest she said, “ Forget about (y/n), we both know she isn’t worth it”.

Cheryl still wasn’t done, “ You know Archie I’d be more concerned about the fact that your best friend just went off with your girl, screams rebound to me”. Kevin just sat there with his jaw dropped, this was all amazing.

Betty got up, “ Stop Cheryl, and you know what Veronica stop too! You’re both treating everyone like we’re all your puppets!”. Both girl’s didn’t care about anything Betty had to say, they were playing a game, and they were winning.

All the presents I would send, Fuck my friends behind my shoulder

Veronica didn’t skip a beat, “ Archie why don’t we go somewhere and talk you know we can-”. Archie was done, he didn’t want anything to do with Veronica. His worst fear had come true, he’d messed up.

He angrily ran his hands through his hair stepping back, “ Ronnie get out of my face..I need to leave… I can’t”. With that he left through the basement door and vanished into the night. Veronica just stood there, arms crossed and pissed.

She’d thought Archie would want to retaliate with her and that they could finally do something more than kiss for a second. Cheryl sighed, “ Well that was dramatic, anyways who’s next?”.

Betty took off after Archie, hoping she could fix things. She’d been there that night and immediately after it happened Archie had explained to her how things had gone down. So she knew it truly had been nothing.

Betty had still been dealing with her feelings for Archie and so when she’d been dared to go have 7 minutes in heaven with him she declined and Veronica took her place. About a minute in Archie came storming out of the closet pissed off, leaving Veronica standing there annoyed.

Archie had gone outside, and Betty followed him. When Betty asked what happened Archie told her, “ Ronnie started talking bad about (y/n) and then out of nowhere kissed me! I pushed her right off and told her I love (y/n)”.

Betty smiled, “ Woah Arch, you love her?”. Archie hadn’t even realized that’s what he’d said, it had just come out.  He smiled to himself, “ I do Betty…and I don’t want this ruining anything”.

She rested a hand on his shoulder, “ Don’t worry Archie it won’t, Veronica was embarrassed and I’m sure no one will ever bring this up again. I don’t think it’s worth saying something because it really didn’t mean anything”.

Next time I'ma stay asleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep, oh

Betty felt she was partly why things were so messed up again, and she wanted to go find Archie and fix things. She had honestly thought what had happened wouldn’t matter and she felt horrible that she’d been wrong.

Back upstairs you’d somehow got Jughead to actually agree to dance with you. Jughead didn’t dance, but tonight was already weird enough that nothing could surprise you anymore.

It had taken some warming up on Jugheads part, at first he had acted as if you were at a school dance. You had to physically put his hands on your hips, and it still took him awhile to get comfortable.

                 And you got me thinking lately, Bitch, you crazy

And nothing’s ever good enough

Laughing you told him, “ You don’t have to keep enough room for jesus Jug”. It caused him to laugh too and so he brought his body even closer to yours. You started to feel whatever you’d drank work it’s magic.

Turning around your back now pressed against his front. To your surprise he put his hands on your hips again, “ Wow is Jughead Jones actually having fun?”. You heard him laugh again and it gave you a brief feeling of happiness.

He whispered into your ear, “ I’m making the best out of it”. Jughead was having fun, by distracting himself. He was focusing on you instead of focusing on the fact that it was his birthday, or the fact that he didn’t know how he felt about Betty.

You moved your hips in a circular motion, going with the beat of the song. You were starting to feel good, whether it was the alcohol or just having fun with Jughead. Jughead moved his hips with yours, dancing better than you thought he ever could.

So fuckin’ done with all the games you play, I ain’t no Tic-tac-toe

Send the X and O’s on another note, I’m do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin’ done with you, baby

So send the X and O’s on another note, I’m ghost

Still swaying with the beat you dragged your hands up your body, as you moved your actual body down. When you moved your body back up, you leaned forward pressing your ass into Jughead’s groin.

For a second you thought you might’ve crossed a line, until Jugheads hands slid down your body. Turning your head to the side you joked, “ Practicing for Betty?”. You watched as he blushed, so something was there.

         If I could go back to the day we met, I probably would’ve stayed in bed

You wake up everyday, And make me feel like I’m incompetent

Betty had caught up with Archie, he had only gone down the street. He sat down on the cirb, his head in between his knees. When he heard footsteps the first thing he said was your name, but he only saw Betty when he looked up.

Sitting down next to him she said, “ It’s going to work out Arch, I promise”. He laughed, but only because that sounded so crazy. Archie shook his head, “ There’s no way I can fix this, Veronica lied in front of EVERYONE!”.

Betty rested a hand on his knee, “ Look drama travels fast in this town which means pretty soon it will be on to the next thing. All that matters is that (y/n) knows the truth, and I can back you up”.

Archie remembered that he’d told Betty what had happened immediately, and he perked up. Finally he picked his head up, “ Shit I’d forgot! Maybe I can fix this!”. Betty smiled, she wanted you and Archie to be happy together.

Getting up she added, “ You’re in love Archie, love always wins”. He got up and they both started walking towards the house again. Archie had never wanted you as bad as he did right know. The thought of losing you, even if it was only for thirty minutes, had been awful.

            I wrote a little song for ya It go like….  Do, re, mi, fa  

so fuckin’ done with you, girl, So fuckin’ done with all the games you play

When Archie walked into the party again all he saw was you dancing with Jughead. You both were smiling while Jughead was a little too handsy. Archie couldn’t help it, he stormed right over to the both of you and pulled you forward.

Immediately you broke your wrist free, “ What the fuck are you doing Archie!”. Archie stepped back for a second, trying to calm down. He just wanted to stop messing up but he couldn’t.

He yelled back, “ What are you doing (y/n)!”. Pushing him back you said, “ I’m dancing with someone who actually gives a fuck about me Archie, that’s what the fuck I’m doing!”. By now a crowd had gathered again, wanting to witness the show.

Archie shot right back, “ You can’t be serious right?! You didn’t even let me explain!”. You started to laugh, oh that was a good one. Raising you hands up in frustration you asked, “What is there to explain Archie? That you let some slut ruin what we had!”.

You were so angry that tears were streaming down your face. With more sadness than anger you added, “ I love you Archie…and you did this to me”. Instantly any anger he had disappeared, he’d never wanted to hurt you.

When everyone had heard you say the word “love” they whole atmosphere of the room changed. Betty stepped forward, “ I was there (y/n) and it was nothing! A minute in Archie stormed out of the closet and he told me what happened”.

Realizing she had your attention she continued, “ Veronica kissed him and Archie immediately left, I thought if he told you it would just make a bigger problem”. Jughead stood behind you and rubbed your shoulder, wanting you to feel better.

Archie stepped forward and took your hands in his, “ I told her that I love you (y/n), that’s why she means nothing to me…I love you”. You couldn’t believe what he’d just said, you just wished the first time you said “ I love you” wasn’t after getting into a fight in front of the entire school.

Wrapping your arms around his neck you replied, “ Then let’s go celebrate”. Smirking he kissed you, wanting everyone to know you were his. Before leaving he yelled, “ Just so all you assholes know I love (y/n) so fuck off otherwise!”.

You started to laugh, “ Shit Archie you’re still somewhat drunk huh?”. Leading you outside he said, “ Drunk in love”. Shaking your head you lead him towards you car, or at least tried to because it’s incredibly hard to move when Archie Andrews has his hands all over you.

You went to go into the driver’s side but he opened your back door and pulled you into the back seat. He smirked, “ I want you (y/n) and I can’t wait any longer”. You were suddenly extremely thankful for your roomy backseat and tinted windows

Now you were straddling him, and he had the biggest smile on his face. Looking down you asked, “ What?”. Pulling you closer to him he kissed you, “ I love you”.  Archie Andrews was much more complex than anyone realized.

Shaking your head grinning you said, “ I love you too, idiot”. He laughed before pulling your body closer to his. By bringing his hands up your thighs he took off the loose dress you’d been wearing.

He had that smug look on his face as he looked you up and down, acting as if it was the first time he’d seen you like this. Before you could ask him why he was looking at you like that Archie bit his lip, “ You always look so damn beautiful”.

Somehow you still blushed, you always thought the affect he still had on you was crazy. Smiling you told him, “ Your turn”. And with a smirk on his face he took of his shirt, shorts, and boxers.

You just giggled at how eager he was but he was still smirking, “ Quit acting like you’re not insanely turned on by what you see”. Sighing with a smile on your face you took off your own bra and panties.

For affect you added, “ I’d say stop acting like you’re not turned on, but I can see for myself” hinting to his fully erect member. Archie just shook his head before crashing his lips into yours.

You felt him pressing against your entrance and you moved your hips forward, grinding against him. Archie began to kiss down your neck, nibbling lightly until he found your sweet spot. As you groaned he massaged your clit with his thumb.

Moaning you begged, “ Archie I need you”. He moved his hand faster and started kissing down the valley of your breasts. You moaned loudly as he began sucking on your nipple, dragging it lightly between his teeth.

After he’d teased you long enough he kissed back up your neck and whispered in your ear, “ You sound so beautiful begging for me (Y/n)”. Whenever you and Archie fooled around, he always loved making you feel good.

To Archie, nothing turned him on more than knowing that you were happy or felt good because something he’d done. Archie thought of it as a way to express how he’d felt about you without really saying anything.

You needed him so badly, “ Please Archie I-”. Archie cut you off by slowly inserting himself inside you, making you moan loudly. To deal with the mixture of pain and pleasure you buried your head in the crook of his neck.

Archie had his hands on your hips, pulling you forward as he deeply thrust inside of you. He started to go faster, “ Tell me who’s making you feel this good baby”. As your bodies moved together you found it hard to process anything but how good it felt.

To your surprise Archie suddenly flipped you over so you were on your back, moving your leg to hook around his own back. This had let him go deeper inside of you, “ Baby I need to hear who’s making you feel so good”.

Wrapping your arms around his neck you told him, “ You Archie, you’re making me feel so fucking good”. A smile formed upon his lips and he leaned down, kissing you passionately. Archie kept going faster and he was hitting all the right spots.

He nibbled on your earlobe again, groaning in your ear. The sound alone wanted to make you cum right then and there. Archie nearly growled, “ Say my name baby”. To get his point further across he started to slightly tweak your nipple.

You moaned out his name but that wasn’t enough, “ Tell me who’s going to make you cum right now”. You were right on the edge, and his words were pushing you over it. You yelled out his name, not caring who heard.

You felt him smile against your skin, “ That’s it baby, cum for me right now”. You were no longer on the edge, you’d just dived head first off of it. It felt like a tsunami had started in your core and washed all over your body.

Wave after wave of pleasure shook through your entire body and all you could do was call out Archie’s name. You knew he was right there with you as you felt him twitch inside of you. Together you rode out your orgasms, both shaking.

When it was over Archie took your face in his hand, “ I love you (y/n), only you”. You kissed him again, wanting to preserve the moment. Archie moved your body so you were laying on your side, pressed against him. Nothing else mattered because Archie finally knew that he’d never lose the love of his life again.

livvipool-deactivated20170628  asked:

Tokyo Ghoul AU hc: Oikawa has a kakuja. After his parents were murdered by the CCG and (since he was a smol sad child) at the time all he wanted was revenge. He and Iwaizumi had a huge fight abt Oikawa's recklessness and surviving alone etc., and Oikawa ended up running away. So when left to act on his own with all his angry and sad emotions he went little crazy and ended up committing cannibalism trying to get stronger so he could avenge his parents. Im outta words lol but CONSIDER THIS


baby iwachan all teary and mad yelling “I’LL BE YOUR MOM FROM NOW ON IF YOU MISS HER THAT BAD!” and tooru holds his breath, breaks out of it and starts ugly cry-laughing at his blushing best friend.

of course, it’s been years since that but tooru won’t let iwa live it down.

[talking about Eddie Guerrero being a heel] he looked MISERABLE and you don’t get that anymore out of heels, coming out and they’re completely miserable and that makes you like “God, dude, if you don’t want to be here just DON’T COME THEN!” That’s how I felt watching him. “Why’re you even doing this if you don’t want to do it?!” And then he’d get into the ring and be so nasty and just have this look of disgust like he was too good for it all. I don’t know, it was something about that. I always told myself, if I were to ever be heel, I wanna make myself so miserable, because that’s one of the most hateable things.
—  Bayley, on The Steve Austin Show (6/27/17)
Meet the Denbroughs / Stenbrough fic

Heyyyyyyyyo! This is a marriage fic because I’m a sucker for this shit yes please

I hope you all enjoy!! It’s 797 words and fluffy. There is 1 swear word in the entire piece and nothing else should be too upsetting! 

Stan took a deep breath in, his eyes still shut. Opening one, he looked in the mirror in front of him.

His dark green suit complemented his treacle curls perfectly, his face looked fresh and awake thanks to Bev’s magical makeup skills, and the pale peach he wore on his nails fit his look perfectly. 

‘You look great, Stan! Go knock ‘em dead,’ came the voice of his closest friend, Beverly Marsh.

And just as well. Who wouldn’t want to look this good on their wedding day?

He couldn’t believe it had come around this quickly. It felt like only yesterday that Bill proposed. 

Stan had come home from an awfully draining day at work - he hated retail. He felt dirty and disgusting, too many strangers had come near him today. But he supposed he needed the money, it kept him and Bill, his beautiful Bill, in their apartment down town and fed properly. So, yeah, it was worth feeling this bad for. 

He unlocked their door, his hands shaking from the pure stress of the day, when he heard a bang from the kitchen. 

‘Ahhh, shit!’ Came the voice of none other than Bill Denbrough.

‘Billy? I’m home, are you okay?’ Stan called out, worried for his boyfriend.

‘S-Stan! I’m gr-great, how are you?’ He appeared from the kitchen, looking flustered but still as perfect as when Stan had left him in bed that morning.

‘Awful day, but I’ll get over it,’ he mumbled

‘Well, m-my love, get u-uh-upstairs. There’s a s-s-surprise,’ he winked.

Now, it wasn’t unlike Bill to do this - but truth be told it worried Stan. What had his spontaneous boyfriend done this time? 

But, as he stood at the top of the stairs, he felt his breath get knocked out of him. In the bathroom directly opposite, Bill had run Stan a bubble filled bath, candles lit and the small laptop set up to play Stan’s current TV watch. 

‘Bill, you didn’t h-’ 

‘S-suh-Stanley, shut up, I l-love you and I kn..ow how h-hard work is for you, n-now enjoy this b-bath or I will,’ 

Once Stan had enjoyed his bath, he got out and changed, to come back downstairs. 

Only to find Bill Denbrough, on one knee, holding a ring box - and a budgerigar sat on a wooden post in the living room. 

‘H-happy b-bad work day, Stan. W-want to g-g-get married?’ 

And that was that. Stan nodded, tears filling his vision and grabbing his boyfriend by the neck and smashing his mouth onto his. 

Bill took a deep breath in, and looked in the mirror that Richie had dragged across for ‘dramatic effect’. 

‘Aaaaaaand, Ladies and Gentlemen! Take one last look at the beautiful bachelor that is William Denbrough!’ 

His black suit looked stark against his pale skin, the yellow tie he wore for his brother’s memory was perfectly straight against his cream shirt, and he wore a dark green rosette in his breast pocket (’It’ll make sense, Big Bill. Trust us!’)

He couldn’t believe it was happening. He was marring the love of his life, Stanley Uris today. Part of him thought this was too good to be true, the other part wanted to shout out about it on every rooftop in America. 

‘L-luh-let’s go, Rich,’

‘Right-y ho, good man! Pip pip and away,’ he shouted, saluting Ben and leaving the small dressing room they were in - suddenly it felt too real. 

‘H-hey, Rich?’ 

‘Yes, Denbrough?’

‘Thanks for being my best man,’ he smiled at him. 

Richie pretended to wipe a tear away, steering Bill towards the doors. 

‘Now, we wait.’ 

Stanley Uris walked down the aisle to see the face of one William Denbrough, glowing and looking as perfect as he had done the day before (’We can’t let you be together! Tradition!’) and he felt the tears well up. 

How much had they been through together? For it to end up this good? 

Stan’s glad he survived it all to be able to do this. 

‘… I now pronounce you Mr and Mr Denbrough! You may kiss the groom,’ 

After sharing the first married kiss of their lives, Bill took the glass and smashed it.

‘T-told you w-w-we’d do it, Mr D-D-Denbrough,’ he beamed.

‘I love you, nerd,’ 

‘I love you, too, Denbrough,’

Later that night, as they shared their first dance, Bill looked at Stan as though he had created the world just for him.

‘Y-You know, th-this s-s-song pl-played in the c-car when I r-r-realised I luh-loved you?’ 

Stan’s head shot up like a bullet, his eyes widening

‘Are you JOKING? William Denbrough, why did you never tell me!’ 

‘B-buh-because I knew I had to save it for t-the w-wuh-wedding,’ he smirked ‘b-but it’s t-tr-true’

‘I w-wuh-will alwa..ys l-love you, Stanley’ 

anonymous asked:

head canon rfa + v and saeran with a chubby, insecure mc? like they have a lot of stretch marks and they hate the way their their stomach sticks out from their body

Just saying, physical beauty is severely overrated. Sorry these are so lame.

-He’s had his share of self loathing. He always hated how unmanly he was (which is completely false).
-Because of you, he’s gained confidence.
-He would notice how you avoided wearing tight clothes or letting him touch you.
-Yoosung first thought maybe that kind of thing just made you uncomfortable and didn’t question it.
-But then he started to notice you eating less and less. He became concerned.
-Was it the food? He could make something else you’d rather eat.
-Upon further investigation, asking you if you are going to eat, he finds out he you hate your stomach, so you’re cutting down on the amount of food you eat.
-He’s really confused because you weren’t overeating before, and now you’re under-eating. It’s not healthy.
-You honestly don’t need to change anything about yourself because you’re already a God(dess).
-He’ll show you encouraging and body positive things he’d find on the Internet to give you and extra confidence boost.

-It’s pretty common for Zen to be compared to (and compare himself to) a Greek God
-So that kind of adds to your insecurities. This guys works out everyday and is extremely fit because of it. You can’t help but think you look like shit next to him.
-He saw the way you’d look at your reflection or the way you looked down at your stomach or thighs. It broke his heart.
-He used to hate his appearance and he hates that you have to go through the same thing. It’s such a shitty feeling to not be comfortable in your own skin. You don’t deserve to feel that way.
-He’ll make extra sure to compliment the parts of you you seem to dislike to help boost your confidence. He’ll make sure you don’t feel jealous of super skinny, borderline anorexic women he works with because even though their weight isn’t healthy, he has caught you staring at them with a frown.
-Zen worships you and your body because both are perfect just the way they are.

-She actually felt herself fall more in love with you when she saw you for the first time. She absolutely loved your body type.
-One day, while you were talking, you mentioned that you can’t stand your stomach.
-Jaehee was surprised because she’s always idolized you and your body. She’s loved how you look from the first day she saw you. It wasn’t what made her fall in love with you -your personality did that- but you were so beautiful she couldn’t help but feel her heart beat faster.
-You tell her that you also hate the stretch marks, and she’s a bit offended. She also has some stretch marks.
-“Do you think stretch marks are ugly..?”
-You could hear how nervous she was. “Oh, no, I’m sorry. That’s not what I meant. They’re not ugly.”
-“Then why do you judge your body so harshly compared to how you judge me and everyone else?”

-You were trying on some clothes Jumin had bought for you because they “reminded me of you.”
-He was sitting in a chair while you were changing in the bathroom. The clothes he had bought you were a bit short. You didn’t like how you could see the stretch marks on your thighs.
-You were refusing to come out of the restroom you were changing in despite Jumin constantly saying “I’m sure you look beautiful. Just come out already.”
-Eventually, you realize you couldn’t argue with him forever, and because you’ll be with him the rest of your life he’ll probably see your stretch marks eventually…
-You finally open the door just hoping he won’t be too disgusted.
-“Hmm…” Jumin looked deep in thought as he looked at you. You grew nervous, until he added “That color suits you. I’d say it being out your eyes.”
-“But you can see the stretch marks on my legs.”
-“…Your point? I don’t see how that’s an issue.”

-He doesn’t eat healthily or take care of himself, yet he’s still so thin. It makes you, and honestly everyone, envious.
-Since you’ve come into his life, his bad habits have died down and he’s starting to take better care of himself.
-You’ve been taking better care of yourself in return, but that doesn’t mean you still don’t hate how your body looks.
-Seven used to make self deprecating jokes all the time so you thought he would be chill if you joined in.
-So you casually made a joke about how gross your body is.
-But Saeyoung isn’t laughing. You mentally curse, feeling awkward.
-“…Why would you say that?”
-You feel so awkward, embarrassed, and guilty, so just stay quiet.
-“Do you really feel that way?”
-He took that as a yes. “_____, don’t think that about yourself. Stretch marks, weight, none of that stuff matters. Why do you see it as a problem? It’s just something else about you to fall in love with, like your eyes or your smile. Everything about you is stunning, please don’t forget that.”

-Because of his poor sight, he doesn’t pay attention to details often, which means he barely even noticed your body type.
-Once you’re both comfortable with adding physical affection into your relationship, he noticed you were still a bit hesitant to let him touch your body. He read this as you weren’t actually comfortable with touching yet, so he asked you about it.
-He wasn’t expecting you to tell him you don’t want him to feel how big your stomach and your thighs are.
-V is so confused.
-Is it an issue? He’s never seen your body type as an issue. Ever. He loves your body because it’s your body.
-“Don’t say things like that, _____. You’re beautiful.”
-“Of course you’d say that. You’re almost blind.”
-“I don’t need eyesight to know you’re the most gorgeous being on this planet.
-Admittedly, it was a bit cheesy, but he meant every word of it.

-I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Saeran could not give any less of a fuck about appearance.
-You’re the one who has saved him and believed in him and supported him when nobody else would. Who cares if you have stretch marks or you think your stomach is too big? You’re a miracle worker and he could never find the vocabulary to describe how amazing you are to him.
-He’s honestly really sad that you hate your body because in his eyes everything about you is perfect.
-He wants you to not care about looks like he does, but he realizes that you truly dislike your weight.
-You’re the only light he’s ever had in his life. What you look like doesn’t matter. All that matters is what kind of person you are. Saeran strongly believes this and will try to pass that knowledge onto you.