If you aren’t busy, do you mind writing a plus size reader x jughead imagine? Like someone(could be anyone) is making fun of reader and jughead swoops in? If not, thats fine!! I love your blog :)
It was just another simple day in Riverdale High. Students filled the hallways with life as they walked to their next class, while you were walking outside to a table. You had a free period and usually you spent those outside, on a table just being creative and all, or with your friends in the ‘common room’. This time you went with being creative. I mean it was a wonderful day outside. Pure bliss, really, to spend your void period closed between four walls.
All your attention was turned on the paper in front of you while you were scribbling things down, without even thinking about them. It was predictable that, when Jughead and the rest of the gang sat down on your table, you wouldn’t realise.
“What are you doing, love?” A deep familiar voice asked softly. “Just some stupid sketches,” you replied realising the voice belonged to your loving boyfriend, Jughead. His hand had already found your waist while his other was delicately hooking fries between it’s fingers and shoving them to his mouth. “Can you please stop chewing so obnoxiously in my ear? It’s disscusting,” you pleaded your boyfriend as he just laughed at you and shoved some into your mouth this mouth. “It’s not disscusting, it’s cute. And you look adorable like that,” he joked bringing out his phone and snaping a picture before the fries were traveling down your esophagous and into your empty stomach. “Can I have some more?” You questioned, feeling the hunger taking over. You didn’t have time to eat that morning so you just rushed to school with a coffee in hand. The coffee made it worse. “No,” you heard a bitter reply. It was the sweet blonde that said it, venom slipping from her lips. “Excuse me?!” “I said no,” she once again replied leaving you all shocked.
You really didn’t know what had gotten into the girl. Just a couple of months ago you were like sisters, but ever since you and Jughead got together she started acting weird. I mean, you could understand that he was her ex but what you couldn’t understand was why she treated you like this.
“Betty, don’t be like this,” Archie invaded, trying to tame Betty’s stubborness and sudden rudeness. “No. I mean, you know me Y/N. I’m honest. So, I mean since everyone seems to hide it from you I think I should help. You need to lose weight,” she explained, making her point look as the most logical explanation. You winced at her words and gathered your things silently, leaving everything behind, your hunger and sketching long forgotten. “Ok, that’s it. You have been acting like this for about four months. Why you treat her like this?” Jughead fired at Betty, feeling his blood boil as he saw your current state. “I don’t understand what you mean, Juggie. I just simply tell her the truth,” she replied with an innocent smile, as if she didn’t cause severe pain to a girl. It was the last straw for Jughead, he couldn’t take it anymore. “Stop treating her like this,” he practically screamed hitting the table. “She doesn’t deserve it Betty. What did she ever do to you to deserve this?” He questioned, his face all red and flashed, as he was struggling to tame his anger. “She took you from me. She distorted, us.” “No, Betty. You distorted us. You destroyed me. I loved you and you broke me even more than I already was. She was there to mend me, and I do the same for her,” Jughead responded frustrated, leaving the scene behind him as he run as fast as he could to catch up with you.
By the time Jughead was close behind you you were almost by your house. Silently, you were mumbling to yourself, things no one thought you would say. You seemed like such a confident person, always accepting your imperfections. Loving them even. But there were times you just couldn’t live up to that expectation, one of these times being this one. “She is right,” you silently voice to yourself. “You need to lose weight. Hell, why’d you even think Jughead likes you. He does that to make her jealous,” you declare a little louder this time. “Hey, hey stop. Y/N, no.” Jughead called, just now realising he is close behind you. “What are you doing here Jug. You should be at school,” you argued trying to stop the boy from going any further with the conversation. “And you shouldn’t?! Baby, come here,” he said pulling close to him. “Betty was not right. She’ll never be. You look breathtaking. Your body is absolutely beautiful and you should never listen to people when they tell you otherwise,” he soothinly, strocking your hair as you finally let tears fall. “She is right Jug. I need to lose weight. I’m to fat. And you deserve better,” you cried out loud. “Baby girl stop! Just stop! You look absolutely perfect. You are by no means fat. Stop using that term. You are thick. And believe me when I say I’m glad that Reggie or his jocks couldn’t and still can not have you, yeah?! I mean, have you seen yourself in the mirror? You have some meat on your bones, and trust me, you are a man’s fantasy. Hell you are driving me insane!” He complimented. You just giggled at his outburst and the sudden public desplay of attention as he grabbed your butt to emphasize his point. “I love your body. I love your cute face. I love everything about you, love. And you are mine. And I love you,” he uttered showering you with pecks all over your face and neck.
He blinks, scrubbing at the corners of his eyes. There’s a suspiciously crusty stain on the inside of his bedspread; it isn’t white, but it’s not not white, either. He doesn’t know which pledge had laundry duty last week, but he thinks it was probably Goyle. Goyle always forgets to add detergent. Possibly, Goyle isn’t actually aware he’s supposed to add detergent.
Marcus rolls over. His tongue is sticking to the roof of his mouth, and his throat feels dry and rough and a little like he might’ve accidentally gargled paint thinner. A strange burning sensation is piercing his gut; if he concentrates, he can almost trace it back to a gently pulsating spot between his tonsils.
Swallowing hurts a lot.
He vows not to try that again, and then idly wonders if he’s getting sick. That would suck. Hooch is picking captains at the end of the week, and Marcus would really enjoy stripping that fuzzy felt “C” off Wood’s jersey. Especially now. Especially after three months of silence and stupid passive aggressive Snap stories featuring way too many fishing boats. And lakes. And sad, ugly, shirtless Canadian bros who definitely didn’t need to, like, molest Wood so thoroughly.
Marcus’s stomach rumbles.
He instinctively swipes at his teeth with the tip of his tongue.
Harry Styles is a model and the currently most in-demand face in the fashion industry who might be just a little bit too full of himself and Janey Darling is the photographer that knocks him off his high horse… and subsequently off his feet.
this is the rewrite of my 2016 autumn exchange fic with added scenes. about 8.5k words. slightly nsfw towards the end and if you read this far you might as well…
She always had her journal and a pen latched in her hand as she walked in. My eyes always amazed on how someone is always at her beck and call, I mean look at her. The way her hair curls down her back, her hips sway as she avoids bumping into people in the hall, everything about her was so pure. The mix of innocence and sweetness excited me, like she has never heard of a bad word or even said one. She walked to her normal spot in Pius, seat just right to get the amount of sun and warmth, and shadow needed. I liked her from the moment I laid eyes on her. Her skirt rose more just because the way her hips were, and I am not complaining.
The pen tapped her glossed lips as she thought on her new entry. I could smell her sweet Daisy perfume from across the room. She smiled at me when she saw me, like she knows exactly at this time I’m here, waiting for her. “Hi Calum.” She greeted in her soft voice setting the pen in-between the pages of her journal. “Hey, Violet.” I smiled back. “Out of all people, I never would’ve expected you to be this, fascinated in someone.” She giggled as if it were the funniest thing in the world. “I just like that you have such a desire to write, it is quite fascinating,” I winked causing a deep red to spread across her cheeks. She waved for me to come sit by her, and so I did.
“Since you’re so fascinated that I write, take a look.” She turned a few pages back, letting me read on whatever her mind pondered on.
I notice all your features. I notice how blue your eyes are, and when they become darker as you become frustrated. how your smile is bright and teeth are white. i notice the way your hands grab the pen you hold when you write and how concentrated you look when doing it. i notice everything it;s scary, and i hope you notice me
your mind is a storm. sometimes it’s dark and scary, the other times its light and beautiful. i wanna know what goes on inside there, what’s its like to think. you have never imagined how one word can mess me up. no matter if it’s an “insult,” or compliment. everything you say comes and stays in my mind and i can’t get rid of it. it burns in my brain and makes my head hurt. i never understand what you say if it’s true or just a joke. i just hope it’s out of care.
i cried over you again today. i cried over how much you hurt me. i cried over how much i wanna yell and scream at you. i cried over how much i want you to love me. i cried how i want you to give me answers on us. and it sucks because you talk to all these other girls yet I’m the one who you hurt the most because whatever you say I’m processing in so many ways and then you say I’m joking, i wanna yell because thats not what you made me feel 2 minutes ago…
She must of noticed on how I got caught up in this because she covered the rest of it with her hands. “That’s enough for today.” She said, her voice was full of sadness. “Violet, I never knew how deep you were.” I exhaled. She half smiled, “It’s a blessing and a curse.” I stood up, grabbing her hand. “C’mon I wanna take you some where I think you’ll like.” I laced my hand with hers, surprised she didn’t let go, but rather caress her fingers in mine. I led her to a spot behind the park that had a bench looking onto a lake. “I come here when I feel sad.” I let go of her hand, going to sit on the bench. She quickly followed me, sitting down clutching her journal with her. “It’s beautiful Calum,” She smiled up at me.
I wrapped my arm around her as she nuzzled into my chest. “You always seem to fascinate me Violet, rather it be writing or sitting in Pius working on homework.” I spoke her. “I don’t understand why Calum, I’m just an ordinary girl.” She giggled. “You don’t seem normal to me Violet,” I took her chin in-between my fingers. Her eyes glazed over mine, flickering to my lips back to my eyes, mine did the same. I found myself leaning in to kiss her plump lips, and she did the same. Our lips intertwined with each others, and I could taste the peach gloss she always sported. We pulled back after a moment, “Who hurt you?” I asked. She sighed, “It’s a long story, I’m not sure you’d want to hear it.”
I tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, “I have all the time.” She perked up a bit, “Well, my dad abandoned me when I was maybe 10. He left me for weeks with barely anything to eat or drink, so I mostly wandered the streets. I never met my mother, my dad told me she wanted nothing to do with me since I was born, and then my dad and I never grew found of each other. So, I live with my Aunt. She took me in after she saw what my father has been doing to me. I’ve always been scared to be loved or love anyone. Once I got to high school, I met this guy, Josh. I thought he was the one, and I liked him for so long that he eventually gave in and we dated. Once we got to graduation of Senior year, he told me the whole thing was a dare and that he would never love someone like me because we were too “different” and that really broke me. And those writings you read, were about him. It still hurts Calum.” Tears filled up her vision, and she looked down too scared to face me.
I wiped away the tears on her cheek, tilting her head up a bit, “No one should ever feel hurt like that, do you hear me? Violet, I’m so sorry.” She smiled. “It’s ok Calum, I’ve heard the pity and I don’t need anymore of it. Thank you for bringing me here, I needed someone like you.” She looked up at me. “This is why you fascinate me, I never knew.” I kissed her forehead. “It’s really fine. If you really want, we can go back to my place.” She offered. “You think I’m gonna let some pretty girl like you walk alone, you’re not getting rid of me.” I told her letting her stand. “You’re such a dork,” She smiled.
After watching four movies with Violet, I’ve learned a lot about her. Her music ranges from Blackbear to One Direction, her favorite color is white, her favorite book is Milk and Honey, and countless details that I’ve come to love. “I can’t thank you enough for actually spending time with me Calum, it means a lot.” She looked up at me. “You know I would love to do anything that involves you.” I smiled. Her room was more girly than I expected it to be. The walls were white, decorated with pictures of her and her friends. Her bed was white, and the duvet was grey with blue pillow accents. She had a full length mirror that had motivational quotes along the edges, along with her makeup vanity that held everything a girl could ever want. There was a white fuzzy rug that coated the wood floors. “Again, you fascinate me.” I said, pulling her into me. “Again, I don’t see why.” She giggled.
“Violet! Ven por favor!” Someone called from downstairs. “Oh, that’s my Tia. I’ll be right back.” She broke herself from my embrace. “Hola, Tia. Que tal tu día?” I heard her ask. “Ay, good. Quien esta arriba?” “Calum,” She replied. “Quien?” “Un momento.” I heard Violet walk up the stairs. “My Tia wants to see you.” She smiled. “I never knew you were Spanish.” I said, following her down the stairs. “There’s still a lot you have to learn about me Calum.” She winked. “Tia, esta es Calum.” Violet introduced me. “Hola, Calum!” Her Aunt greeted. “You can call me, Sarah.” I casually waved. “Preguntarle si quiere quedarse para la cena.” I find this fascinating. “Do you wanna stay for dinner?” Violet asked. “Sí gracias.” I said. Violet laughed at my basic Spanish skills.
We headed back up to her room. Violet sat on her clear chair with a white pillow that was set at her vanity as I sat across from her. “I never knew you were Spanish.” I said, again. “Yeah, my mom is from Spain, and my dad is from Chile, so I have some Spanish decent in me. I grew up speaking it, and my Tia goes back and forth speaking it, you’ll notice it.” She said. “So is Violet your real name?” I asked. She shook her head no, “It’s Francesca, but I didn’t like the idea of being called Fran, and Violet is what my Tia called me from when I was little because she didn’t think I looked like a Francesca.” She said. “Fascinating, again.” I said. She threw a pillow at me, “get a new word!” “Violeta, Calum cena está lista!” Sarah called. “Let’s go eat!” Violet got up and headed to the kitchen.
“Thanks for everything today Calum, I had a good time.” Violet broke the silence. “I’m never leaving you, I hope you know that.” I told her. I could feel her heart race when I said those words. “Is everything going to go back to normal tomorrow? Me sitting in Pius for hours and you being adored by everyone?” She asked. I sat up pulling her in between my legs, “Are you kidding me? Violet, the moment I saw you, I liked you. And why you fascinate me is because you’re so strong, you know what shit to get done, you’re everything a girl wants, and so much more to me.” I said. She smiled with small tears falling onto her cheeks, “I’ve never been told anything like that before.” I kissed her, making her feel wanted. Her dainty hands wrapped around my neck as I pulled her into my lap. My hands rested on the skin under her sweater. I felt Violets hands grip the fabric of my tee-shirt, my arms reach over to pull her hands away. I shake my head before speaking up, “No, don’t. Tonight is all about you.”
“Just tell me to stop if you want,” I assure her. She smiled, taking her sweater and pulling it over her head. Her breasts spilled out in her white lace bra. “God you’re beautiful.” I told her. “Have you ever been touched here?” I asked her sliding my hand between her legs running my fingers over her cotton panties. The touch was bold but I could tell she liked it by the way her eyes glazed over. She shook her head no. “I never knew how to ask.” My eyes feel to her bare neck that I could easily cover in purple marks. “Well that’s a shame.” I moved my hand back feeling the heat and the little wet spot forming. “I bet you’re sweet.” I whispered looking back up at her. “I guess you’ll have to find out.” She winked. Fucking hell this girl.
I began rubbing circles on her clit, “God I can feel your pussy getting wet.” “Oh my God Calum don’t say that.” She gasped covering my mouth. “That word is degrading.” She whispered. “Well from what I feel down here, it seems as though you like when I say pussy.” I added pressure to my fingers. She moaned at the contact. “What are you doing to me?” She moaned. “I’m gonna make you feel so good.” I whispered. To me her body was like a goddess, her hips nice and curvy, her breasts perky and big, and her ass god I can’t get enough of her. I tapped my fingers on her juicy bottom lip, “Suck.” I ordered. Violet gladly took my fingers in her mouth, coating them. She slid her panties down her legs, her wetness glistened. My finger curled inside her. “Do you think I can add another finger?” I cooed taking her bottom lip between my teeth. “Please.” She whispered before pressing her mouth to mine almost immediately running her tongue along my bottom lips to ask for entrance. She moaned hotly in my mouth when I pushed a second finger inside her. It was a tight fit, but I made it work. “That feels so good.” She moaned with a shaky breath before I sucked on her bottom lip. I quickly discovered my obsession with her mouth. It was just so tasty and pretty to look at.
“Calum, what are you doing to me?” She moaned. “You’re just about to orgasm babe.” I told her, sucking purple and black marks on her neck. “Oh my god, it feels so good.” Her sweet moans filled my ears. “C’mon girl, you can do it. Cum all over my fingers.” I said. Her body shook as her orgasm took over her beautiful body. Violet’s breath was heavy as she pulled up my shirt. “I’ve always found your tattoos attractive.” She said, tracing the inked skin. Her nails raked down my arms making me groan. She began undoing my belt buckle and unzipping my pants. “You’re gonna have to help me because I’ve never had a cock in my mouth before.” I moaned at the way the words came out of her mouth. She dropped to her knees, “It’s so hard.” She whispered struggling to get the zipper down. After she finally got it down, her warm hand dipped into my boxers firmly gripping my cock. Pre-cum was smeared all over the head. Without me saying a single word she swirled her tongue around the head of my cock licking it off.
“Fuck.” I swore throwing my head back. Her tongue ran down my length taking as much of it as she could. “Teach me.” She said, running her lips to the head of my cock. “You’re doing pretty good without me.” I said. She smirked a little to herself, taking my cock in her mouth again. Her hand came up and began stroking immediately. “Look at me.” I instructed. Her eyes looked up at me. She sucked hard starting to bob her head up and down starting to get the gist of giving head. She hummed around me keeping her tongue on the under side. She continued to suck on the tip and stroke the rest. “Shit Violet.” My hands ran through her hair, guiding her up and down my cock. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum Violet.” I moaned. Her actions sped up, her hands working with what she couldn’t fit in her mouth. “Such a good girl.” I said. I grab her chin, making her face my eyes.
Her eyes were locked on mine and I pulled her on the bed. “Now what can I do?” She asked, almost oblivious to what just happened. “You know what else you can do? You can come up here and let me feel that beautiful pussy around my cock.” I said, my voice filled with lust. “Good, ‘cause I want you like crazy.” She smiled before kissing me. Violet laid back on her bed, ready. I towered over her, drinking in her body. “You ready baby?” I said, positioning myself in front of her entrance. “Always.” She said. Her hips grinded with mine. “God, Calum.” She moaned. One of her hands held onto the head board as the other held onto my bicep. “Fuck Violet, you feel amazing.” I said picking up my speed. “Shit, whatever you keep hitting, feels really good.” Her mind was going into a frenzy. Her moans sounded like music to my ears. None of her quiet self, it was much more vocal. “Calum, I’m gonna cum.” She moaned, her back arching slightly as I continued to hit her g-spot. Her nails raked down my back, filling up with euphoria.
“Come on pretty girl, cum for me again. Cum all around my cock,” My words edged her on. “Oh my god, oh my god!” She yelped. “Atta girl.” I moaned, feeling her walls clench around me. The pleasure was too raw. “Fuck,” I moaned pulling out of her. “I didn’t expect that.” She giggled. My hands massaged her breasts, her humming.
In which Yuuri discovers something life-changing about his idol and fiance
Yuuri stood in the bathroom of Victor’s apartment—it still felt far too early to be comfortable dubbing it their apartment—having a small existential crisis. Whatever he had been looking for or wanting to put away in the sink cabinet was utterly forgotten. His childhood hero, his first love, his eternal idol… a deception from the very beginning.
The characters on the bottle were majorly Cyrillic, but there was really no mistaking to design and thus its purpose.
“Yuuri, what are you—” Just as Yuuri had lost his train of thought, Victor lost his words the moment he saw what his fiancé was holding.
“Is that why you cut it?” Yuuri asked, looking up from the bottle to Victor. “The ends were so dead from years of bleach?”
“It’s just a toner,” Victor defended, sounding unsure of himself.
“Really?” Yuuri flipped the bottle over, studying the script printed across the label. “Because it looks like dye.”
As delicately as he could, Victor took the bottle from Yuuri’s hands and replaced it in the sink cabinet. “You don’t really think that I—”
“Color your hair?” Yuuri finished for him, eyes traveling suspiciously along Victor’s hairline. He made to touch the strands, then pulled his hand back at the last moment as if dejected. “I can’t believe this…” he muttered, brushing past Victor on his way to their living room. “My whole life, a lie. My fiancé, a liar. How can I achieve gold when even the silver in my life is unattainable?”
Yuuri flopped with resignation onto the couch, Makkachin hopping on top of him for company.
Two sets of brown eyes judged Victor, who collapsed on the floor in front of Yuuri, grasping for his hands. “Yuuri, my darling, my angel, I swear I’m not lying. Come on, how could you think that? I’ll throw it away right now.” He paused, thinking, “You can shower with me every day for a month to see that it’s true.”
Victor’s blue eyes shimmered with his pleading, but Yuuri’s thoughts traveled to Victor’s grueling quad practice the previous day, leaving him completely unsympathetic. Instead, he turned his face away as dramatically as Victor taught him and sighed. “I don’t think we should shower together anymore, Victor. This is world-altering. I need time.”
Pout pushing out his lower lip, Victor sat back. Yuuri refused to turn back toward him.
Pursing his mouth, Victor reached up, sweeping away his own bangs before tentatively running his fingers through his hair. “I’ll prove it to you,” he said, eyes trained on Yuuri, determination sprinting across his face. “I’ll shave it off.”
Victor expected Yuuri to break. Expected to receive that panicked little squeak which he adored, as Yuuri kicked Makkachin off the couch in his hurry to sit up and grasp onto Victor, expected to hear him command Victor not to touch his beautiful hair, expected the confession that Yuuri had only been knowingly joking.
Yuuri turned to face Victor again, face blank as he stated, “Okay then.”
A blink. A moment. Then another. Yuuri’s brown eyes did not break from his, challenging and unyielding.
Taking a deep breath while trying not to show it too much, Victor swallowed and pushed himself up off the floor, standing over Yuuri.
His hands fisted against his side, but he would not be the one to break. “Okay then.”
Yuuri watched Victor start to move, a very small sense of dread building in the pit of his stomach. “What are you doing?”
“Proving it to you.”
Victor vanished down the hall, towards the bathroom. For a moment, Yuuri did not move. He knew Victor wasn’t going to shave his hair off. He knew that… right?
Yuuri dislodged Makkachin and followed Victor down the hall, into the bathroom, to see Victor on his knees searching through the lower cabinet.
“Just looking for the clippers,” Victor said airily and Yuuri crossed his arms. No way Victor was actually going to go through with his threat… Then again, Victor had cut his trademark hair the night before an ISU competition, without telling anyone, all for the sake of a surprise.
Victor hummed the tune to Stammi Vicino as he searched, taking his time. Yuuri saw him fumble with the clippers a little once they had been located, fidgeting with the settings. “You’re gonna do it…” The exhale was an attempt at steady, betrayed by a hitch.
“I said I’ll prove it to you, love. If you don’t believe me.” Victor rose and turned, clippers in hand.
Yuuri’s eyes met him. And did not back down. “Do it then.”
Victor thumbed at the switch, turning the device on. The bathroom filled with the buzzing, vibrating off the tile, waiting for either of them to break.
When Yuuri still said nothing, Victor lifted up the clippers with a flourish. Checked the settings. Looked back up at Yuuri. Still nothing. He turned to face the mirror, running a hand through his hair, and raised the clippers.
Yuuri’s heart began to panic inside his chest. He could see Victor’s blue eyes challenging him in the reflection of the mirror, could see himself leaning against the door of the bathroom in the corner. Then Victor raised the clippers to the edge of his hair, just by his ear.
The buzzing grew deafening and the clippers met the ends of Victor’s undercut—
“Alright! Stop, stop!”
Except that Victor didn’t. Despite the protest, he ran the comb of the clippers through his hair in a long swooping motion, drawing out a terrified shriek from Yuuri.
The very next second, Yuuri tore the clippers out of his hands, leaping to see the damage and—nothing.
Victor burst into laughter, all the more when Yuuri’s comically wide-eyes continued to search his untouched hairline.
“I took the blade out,” Victor said and held up the clippers for Yuuri to see. No blade. Victor’s hair remained intact.
Yuuri very slowly reached his hands up, running his fingers through Victor’s hair. Victor preened, just a little, leaning into Yuuri’s touch.
“You…” Yuuri started, voice soft and eyes slowly narrowing. He looked up at Victor through his lashes and Victor’s heart picked up. He knew that look, anticipation bubbling up inside him.
“You tricked me,” Yuuri whispered, leaning up and brushing his lips against Victor’s cheek. Victor’s fringe caught between them, tickling.
“Only a little,” Victor replied, waiting for Yuuri to kiss him properly.
Yuuri pulled back, looked at Victor’s mouth with dark eyes, and his grip tightened in his Victor’s hair. Then, Yuuri tugged. Harder than usual. Victor’s head tilted back, Yuuri’s lips just hovering.
“Coward,” Yuuri said, before releasing Victor entirely and walked out of the bathroom, hips swaying as he did so.
“Yuuri— wait, what?” Victor stammered, abandoned in the bathroom. Quickly turning off the clippers, he bounced after Yuuri and back down the hall towards the living area. Yuuri was in the kitchen, making tea with the coolest expression Victor had ever seen on him.
“And I thought you loved me,” Yuuri sighed heavily, in a manner most unlike him. “Should’ve known Victor Nikiforov would’ve loved his hair more than his dime a dozen fiancé.”
“Yuuri!” Victor whined, walking straight through the kitchen to wrap his arms around Yuuri’s waist, resting his head on Yuuri’s shoulder. “Don’t be like that, it was a joke!”
“Hmm,” Yuuri hummed, ignoring Victor. Victor tightened his grip, kissing Yuuri’s neck.
“Yuuri!” The whimper sounded excessive even to Victor’s own ears, but he could not bring himself to care.
Then Yuuri started to shake in Victor’s arms. Panic flashes through Victor at the thought that Yuuri might be crying. He twisted so he could cup Yuuri’s face in his hands and rain down apologies, and then realized that Yuuri was laughing.
“…You’re teasing me.”
“Only a little,” Yuuri imitated, relishing Victor’s broken expression before leaning back, turning a bit to kiss at Victor’s cheek. “You teased me first.”
“Does this mean you believe me?” Victor asked, more than relieved. The joke had been a little cruel. But that expression on Yuuri’s face had been so worth it.
“Technically you still haven’t proven anything,” Yuuri reminded him, even as he touched another kiss to Victor’s cheek.
A hum came from Victor and he tapped at his lips with a finger in consideration. “I’ve got some baby pictures,” he offered and even in their current position of back to chest, he could see the glint in Yuuri’s eyes. The one he’s dubbed Yuuri’s fanboy sparkle.
He was proven to be right when Yuuri’s voice trembled a bit at the start of his response. “O-oh? Well, if they’re not in black and white.”
“Keep talking and I won’t show you all of them,” Victor responded, kissing Yuuri’s hair before bouncing off to find an old photo album probably crammed somewhere dusty.
“All the more proof that you really don’t love me.”
every fashion designer, fragrance brand, magazine company, etc. wants him to be associated with them
like not only is he Attractive and Photogenic and Looks Good In Everything, but he’s so easy to work with?????
like he’s so polite and nice to everyone
rumor has it that one time he let a set designer wear his own shoes bc her heels broke…………what an aNgel
he also never complains about the shooting conditions
i mean sure it’s the middle of february and he’s outside posing shirtless but ?? all smiles
bc jun loves his job
most of the time
he loves meeting new people and posing in front of cameras and shooting commercials
but it’s sO physically demanding
like he has to diet and fit into clothes/shoes that aren’t his size and walk runways and contort his body in order to “express poulet épicé”
and he has to deal with all kinds of people,,,,,,,,,,,ehem,,,,,,,,the press,,,,,,,cough,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
(one time @ an interview for a cologne commercial he did with a female model, jun went off bc the guy asked jun “what do you want to accomplish by the time you’re 30?” but he asked the girl to choose between lipstick and mascara)
he feels so lucky to get to wake up everyday and model for a living
jun’s rly thankful to everyone that he works with too
like he brings coffee to the shoots a lot and says good morning to everyone and asks how they’re doing
and someone’s he’ll get a lil frustrated but when has he taken it out on other people? never! not once!
he’s rly professional but in a Friendly way u feel?
he tries his best to do everything in a timely manner so that everyone “can go home to their families……or beds…asap” :’-)))))))))))) so sweEt
sometimes he hums to himself and everyone is like………..thats it……..this boy is god…….he can do everything…………
he also likes to joke around on set sometimes and every once in awhile….it gets him into trouble
like jun ur cute but no u can’t ride ur skateboard near the Expensive Props and no u can’t do kung fu in the Middle of the Dressing Room
speaking of cute, a concept: wen junhui timidly asking the director if she can play like fergie or britney spears during the photoshoot
it’s funny tho bc he acts all flirty and confident but someone calls him cute?????? his face gets all pink and he does That Thing where he hides his face in his hands
junhui is so precious
no one talks shit about him in the model industry because like?? 1) there’s no need to he’s such a sweetie and 2) they know that There Will Be Consequences
not just from jun’s fans either
from people he’s modeled for and worked with
everyone: excUse yOu jun is oUr ChiLd seE you iN cOUrT biNch
back 2 the fans tho juN LOVES HiS FANS sO MUCH GoSH
he does like ig lives as often as he can and interacts with ppl on his twitter and weibo and takes pictures with anyone who asks
this boi even has a fanpage dedicated to him wearing black,,,,,and another dedicated to his airport fashion,,,,,,,,,,,
anywHo, everyone that hasn’t personally known jun for more than like 5 hours thinks that he’s very Chic and Sexy and Classy and all that other High Class stuff
his apartment is full of snacks and anime posters and gifts from his fans and a pile of video games and fashion/modelling inspiration lazily taped to the walls
he has a gudetama silverware set and uses plushies as bookends
jun is..hesitant..abt having the boys over bc yeah he Adores Them but they eat all his snacks?? and he’s still embarrassed from the time they,,,,,,,,,,,found his collection,,,,,,,,,,,,of products that feature him,,,
one time he wore a rilakkuma dust mask to a convenience store and the media just like……….had a heart orgasm….like how can this kid get any cuter……
his favorite times of the year are fashion weeks bc he gets to go to a lot of them and interact with likeminded people and get inspiration and exchange business cards with new companies
he’s notorious for his seoul fashion week outfits because he does the same color schemes every year but the outfits are always so,,,,,,,different,,,,,,,,from last years??? like how did he do that???? (a: jun is a genius)
there’s also tons of pics of him with other models/fashion ppl because he’s friends with everyone and likes to treat everyone to food or drinks
and yeah he likes hanging with those ppl but the svt bois r his Tru Bros
he’s always trying to convince them to let him talk to some photographer he knows bc like “but !!mingyu ur so handsome and Leggy and you’d look so good in a beige beret “ and “c’mon joshua u would look perfect posing with these textbooks you embody Studious”
also likes to drag the8 around with him to premieres as his plus-one or to shoots as his hype-man
when jun’s backstage at shoots or runway shows, he’s usually perched in some place not meant for sitting in, (i.e., the floor, between clothing racks, the makeup counter, etc.) reading a book nonchalantly and eating one of the chinese snacks his mom sent him
and everyones like ??????wheres jun??????
usually if the8′s with jun they beg him to like,,,corrall jun,,,,,,,somewhere near the makeup artists and hairdressers,,,,,pls,,,
but today everyone on set is not so lucky
bc when jun walks in, babysitter!the8 is not by jun’s side
u let out a small sigh bc
ur a makeup artist @ the company jun does ads for frequently
so you’ve worked with jun Quite a few times he knows u pretty well and plays with ur hair or looks thru ur makeup stash while he’s waiting
however ur usually the one that has to Track Jun Down™ when the8′s not there,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,luckily tho u know most of his lil hiding spots (he denies the phrase ‘hiding spot’ but lets b honest jun)
so everyone’s setting up and prepping the different shots and ur getting all the palettes and brushes and powders set out on ur half of the counter when ur like……………”hey kyulkyung,,,,ur hair stuff is all set up,,,,wanna go look for jun while i finish setting up” n she’s like “niCe trY nOpe……good luck.”
so ur Off
it doesn’t take u that long until u find jun sprawled out on two armchairs in the breakroom with a pepero in his mouth and the latest issue of céci in his hands
and ur like “jun cmon we gotta get ur makeup done” and he looks over his shoulder before being like “hEy it’s y/a looking as cute as ever” as he rolls onto the ground and ur like well,,,,,,,,he’s greasy. as usual.
u get jun in the seat and get to work and whenever u tell him to close his eyes he’s like “sorry i can’t help it ur s-” “jun i’m going to poke ur eye out next time if u don’t-” “oKAy continue”
jun and kyulkyung start chatting in chinese as usual and u don’t rly notice until kyulkyung starts looking over at you and jun keeps giving her looks and ur like ???????okay???????
u finish jun’s makeup and hand him the mirror and he’s like…..nice nice but can u like….make my eyes pop a bit more..
and ur hesitant like “jun if i do anything that the director won’t like he’ll like go off on me don’t u remember the time i gave u a light red lip tint because we were out of pink and he almost fired me”
juns like “i’ll take responsibility ok just dO it noob”
ur like ok fine u highlight the inner corners of his eyes and lightly line his under lash line but after that ur like ok thats it no more i like my job
jun thanks u before he moves over to kyulkyung’s seat to get his hair done and u go sit on the couch and go thru ur phone and kyulkyung is arguing with jun in chinese,,,,,,,,,,,,,nothing out of the ordinary tbh,,,until kyulkyung starts making kissy noises,,,,,and ur like ?????????????loser????????????
when jun’s finally ready the shoot start immediately and u and kyulkyung are cleaning up ur stations a little when kyulkyung’s like
“y/a wanna hear a secret~”
u don’t even nod or anything she’s just like “okay lmao great u might wanna take a seat for this”
long story short: kyulkyung spills jun’s beans and tells u that he has a massive crush on u and ur like lmao ok sweaty and shes like rEally look @ this text jun accidentally sent me last thursday and u read The Message and ur like oh shit…………………………………..yEs tho. yay. my longest yea boi ever. this is rly good. frick.
and later the two of you go out to see how the photoshoot is going and ur standing right next to the camera man and jun smiles at you between a pose before focusing again and ur just kinda like……this boy is too cute……fuck it……..so u catch his eyes and u mouth the words “i like you too”
after the shoot, jun bows to everyone quickly before almost tAckliNg u in a hug and kisses your forehead and he’s like :-))))))))) good :-)))))))) ur mine now thx let’s go get coffee :-)))))))
These two are beautiful together, I had to write this! Do they have a ship name?!
“Oh man! Do you think Tom Brady will be there? I hear he goes to all those ritzy gala things?” Archie was practically bouncing with excitement as Veronica smiled at the red headed boy.
“I don’t know, there’s so many celebrities it’s hard to see them all.” She shrugged, glancing across the table at Jughead and Betty, trying to gauge their reactions “you two will be coming right?” She asked accusingly, clearly there was no option, she was just asking out of curtesy.
Jughead rubbed the back of his neck
“I don’t know, that kind of seems like the opposite of… my type of…thing.” He finished lamely. He looked to his right, Betty looked nervous, her fingers were tangling in themselves as she chewed on her bottom lip, Jughead had to physically fight the urge to grab her hands and hold them, he hated seeing her like this. She finally spoke
“I just don’t think… I’m not sure I belong in a place like that Veronica, those people are so.. ya know.. with the models and the actresses. You fit in perfectly, you’re pretty much the definition of old Hollywood, I’m just… well I’m just plain old Betty Cooper.” She smiled sadly before continuing “besides… a gala? In New York? Thats big time, are you sure you’d even want us small town kids crashing it?” She asked curiously, this was a big deal, one of the biggest events of the year, what on earth would they do at a place like that?
“Umm hello, first of all you’re beautiful, you give Blake Lively a run for her money, and secondly, I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t think you guys could handle it. My dad.. well, we need to keep up appearances and I always bring a group to these types of events, unfortunately they were all upperclass elite bitches, thankfully I have you guys now! you cannot leave me without my best friend! Come on B, It’ll be fun, what do you say? Be my entourage?” Veronica folded her hands and pouted.
Betty but her lip again and looked over to Jughead, he shrugged his shoulders
“I’m in if you are, might be good for my novel.”
Betty couldn’t fight back the smile as she rolled her eyes at the silly beanie wearing boy, leave it to Jughead to ease her troubled mind
“Alright, I’ll go.” She glanced at Jughead before adding “we’ll go”
Veronica squealed, leaning over the table and wrapping her arms around Betty, pulling Jughead in slightly
“Perfect! It’s tommorow night! Well leave in the morning and get ready in the hotel, I’ll have Smithers take your measurements Jughead and Archie, lord knows you need a suit that fits” she threw over her shoulder at Jughead as he pretended to be insulted, causing Betty to giggle and pat his knee. Turning to Archie Veronica placed a hand to his shoulder “and you mister, we’re getting you your very first suit, and this time..” she narrowed her eyes “no letterman jacket.” Archie put his hands up sheepishly as the table erupted in laughter, Lunch went pretty much the same after that, Veronica going on about all the dresses designers sent to her for free because of her last name and how Betty would look amazing in about all of them.
Jughead could sense Betty’s anxiety, he was very in tune with the blondes emotions, he figured it had something to do with the fact that he had been in love with her for as long as he could remember, but he hated the particular emotion she was feeling right now. Insecurity.
When the final bell rang, signaling lunch was over, Archie and Veronica said their goodbyes as Jughead and Betty headed off the opposite way.
“You know, Veronica was right.” He said quietly as they walked to Betty’s chemistry class, the green eyed beauty looked up , smirking
“Woah, I never thought I’d hear you say that.” Betty joked “what was she right about?”
As they reached the door to her classroom Jughead turned to walk away “you are beautiful, much more beautiful than anyone we’re gonna see tomorrow.” With that he smiled and walked off leaving a very confused, smiling Betty in his wake.
The day went by quickly and soon enough it was the next morning, a sleepy Archie and an even sleepier Jughead were standing at Veronica’s door holding duffel bags and coffee cups.
“It’ll be worth it dude” Archie Yawned “think of the buffet.”
Jughead groaned in appreciation, alright it was supposed to be quite the spread, he supposed he could make it. Suddenly the door opened revealing Veronica in a dark purple tracksuit, her hair perfect and her pearls still resting on her neck, she plucked the coffee from Archie’s hand and started heading down the stairs, pulling Archie by the hand and talking a mile a minute, Jughead assumed this wasn’t her first coffee.
“And we’re off”
He turned to the sound of the voice and smiled appreciatively, there’s his girl. Betty was dressed in a pair of soft black leggings and a light yellow tshirt, a loose gray hoodie, unzipped over it, her hair was in a perfect messy bun and she looked beautiful.
“She was up at three this morning.” Betty explained, locking the door behind her “lord knows how many cups of coffee she’s had, by the time I got downstairs she was all out.”
Jughead laughed, handing her the second coffee in his hand, Betty beamed up at him taking a sniff of the Vanilla caramel, reaching up she placed a gentle kiss on his cheek
“Thanks Juggie” she whispered.
Jughead felt his cheeks heat and he threw an arm over her shoulders
“Anytime Bets. Anytime”
The car ride to the airport was filled with an overly caffeinated Veronica talking about all the things she would show them in New York, tomorrow of course, today was all about getting ready for tonight’s event. the plane ride was faster than expected and both he and Archie had fallen asleep on top of each other, when the girls took their phones out to show them the pictures, they both rolled their eyes and called the girls insane.
He had to say goodbye to Betty as soon as they reached the hotel, apparently getting ready took longer than he had expected. Archie ordered more room service than he had ever seen, apparently all guests of the gala were able to enjoy all the amenities for free, something both boys took advantage of until the hair stylist came to fix them up. It was strange for both the boys having someone get them ready but by the time they were done, they were almost unrecognizable. Jughead had tried to sneak his beanie in but Marco the stylist was having none of that, threatening to cut the offending hat with his scissors.
Staring at their reflections in the mirror, Archie looked over to Jughead and smirked
“We look good.”
Jughead rolled his eyes and punched him the shoulder, fighting off his own smile. If he looked like this, he couldn’t wait to see what Betty looked like… oh and Veronica too, sure.
They both headed down the stairs and Jughead found her instantly, he was fairly certain he was having a stroke, he couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. She looked amazing, something out of a magazine, he had to look around to make sure he wasn’t dreaming, glancing at Archie he saw his best friend was standing stock still, staring with the same face he was wearing, only Archie was staring at Veronica in her gorgeous black gown while Jughead wouldn’t be able to tell if there was anyone else in the room. She was glowing, her tan skin looked shiny and soft in the white dress that hugged every perfect curve on her body, her silky blonde hair was intricately twisted up and a few loose strands were in her face, she was wearing more makeup than she normally did but it only enhanced her features, bringing out the green in her eyes and the perfect pink of her lips. She was a vision and he was fairly certain no one could compare. As he approached her he saw the moment she looked at him.
Betty’s eyes widened as she took in the gorgeous dark haired boy wearing the perfectly tailored suit and thin black tie, he was devoid of his beanie and Betty wanted to nothing more than to bury her fingers in his mass of black waves, without his hat she had a better view of his cloudy blue eyes and she felt her knees go weak at the way he was staring at her, she had seen Jughead in a suit before, but never like this. This was a whole different person and she was very interested to meet him.
“Hi.” She whispered “you look amazing”
Jughead shook his head, his eyes still staring into her own
“There are no words for you Betty Cooper, you are something in itself. I was right when I said no one would be as beautiful as you tonight.”
She blushed gently as Archie placed a hand on her arm and complimented her, Veronica smirked over Archie’s shoulder and raised a brow at Jughead, she knew how the boy felt about her best friend and if there was ever a time to make it known, tonight would be it.
Jughead swallowed hard at the knowing look in Veronica’s eyes “you look great Ronnie” he said as she thanked him and said “you don’t look half bad yourself jones.” Although she was speaking to Jughead he saw the way her eyes would always linger back to Archie, the girl had it just as bad as he did.
They drove to the event in a long black limousine, the windows were dark and he knew Betty hated that so he tucked her hand in his and held it as they walked out of the limousine and onto the carpet.
“Just stand and smile, they’re just a few pictures, you’re all wearing designers, it’s good to get there names out there.” Veronica whispered, With that the raven haired beauty grabbed Archie and headed off to the carpet
He felt Betty tense up beside him and he placed a hand to his shoulder
“We’re okay” he whispered, squeezing “I’m right here” she nodded nervously as they took their first position posing individually for pictures.
Jughead glanced at Betty as she posed beautifully and almost effortlessly, the photographers were eating her up, he didn’t want to sound conceited but they seemed pretty interested in Him as well, they must have stepped into the twilight zone, as the flash went off he walked over to Betty and grabbed her hand, they both waved as pictures were snapped of the couple before heading inside.
She let out a soft sigh Once they entered the room, Jughead laughed, letting out his own sigh and smiling goofily at Betty. They eventually found Veronica and Archie and enjoyed mingling with celebrities and meeting Veronica’s old friends, Jughead was completely full off of the buffet, Archie looked equally stuffed, Betty stood up to adjust her dress when suddenly a long blonde haired boy who looked suspiciously like Jughead approached her.
“Hi, my names Dylan Sprouse, I hate to sound creepy but I’ve noticed you all night, you’re very beautiful and I’m afraid I’ve never seen you at an event before, I was wondering if I could have your name?” His smile was charming and Archie kept looking between the two boys. Betty smiled her gorgeous smile and shook his hand
“I’m Betty Cooper, I’m not from around here, I’m just here for a friend.” She explained, glancing at Veronica
“I see, is that friend .. a boy?” He asked, his hand moving to her shoulder. Ok enough was enough, Jughead stood up quickly
“Yeah, he is.” He stood tall, draping an arm over Betty’s shoulder and nudging the long haired boys hand aside “she’s with me.” He finished, staring dangerously at this Dylan boy.
Putting his hands up, Dylan backed away
“Alright dude, whatever. I was just being friendly.” He walked off leaving a very agitated Jughead and a very confused Betty in his path, before Betty had a chance to question him, Jughead asked
“Dance with me?”
Betty nodded quickly as he led her to the dance floor, holding her close against his body, he heard her ask against his ear
“What was that all about?”
“I don’t know Bets.. it’s just.. I hate the thought of someone else being with you, even touching you. I know he didn’t mean anything by it, but.. I mean come on your shoulder? That’s my thing.” He grumbled into her neck, swaying slightly.
Betty giggled at the silly boy
“But… were not together juggie” she stated questioningly, pulling away so she could look in his eyes
“Yeah well… maybe we should be.” He whispered
Betty looked up, not surprised, just contemplative
“Okay.” She finally whispered
Jughead eyes got wide and he ducked his head
“Okay?” He asked
Betty nodded, beaming.
“Okay.” She repeated
Jughead brought his head down to hers and pressed his lips to hers in a quick, love filled kiss. She was everything to Him, she always had been.
“This is great and all, but I can’t wait to get back to our little Riverdale” she giggled against him as he nodded and smiled
I saw that a while back you wrote about who needs therapy the most in the RFA. Going off of that, since I see this discussed a lot in the fandom, who do you think might have suffer from mental illness? Everyone struggles and is deserving of help. That's obvious and I hope people know that. I just see a lot of different opinions on the subject, and since (with the exclusion of Rika) nothing's ever confirmed in-game, I'd love to get your perspective. Your analyses are so well-done!
This request was a little difficult
mainly because I really don’t want to insult anyone or say something
wrong that could hurt anyones feelings or such. Therefor I want to
preface this by saying that I am, by no means, a professional. I
wanted to become a Psychiatrist so I did learn a couple of things on
my own, but nowhere near enough to be accurate about everything. I
have a couple of ideas what kind of mental illnesses the Mystic
Messenger crew might have based on internet research, but as always
don’t quote me on this…
|| REQUEST ARE (ALWAYS)
♬ Zen = Body Dysmorphic Disorder
or BDD ♬
I don’t really
think that Zen has any mental illnesses, after all you can struggle
in life without it being a full blown mental illness, but if I would
had to say one that he might have I’d choose BDD. Not all people
suffering from BDD are those stick thin girls that see themselves as
overweight when looking in the mirror. There are many nuances to
every mental disorder, including BDD. Let’s have a look why I think
✓ preoccupation with physical appearance
✓ belief that one has an abnormality or defect in appearance that
makes her ugly
✓ frequently looking in the mirror
✗ avoiding mirrors altogether
✓ believing that others take special notice of ones appearance in a
✗ frequent cosmetic procedures with little satisfaction
✓ excessive grooming
✓ feeling extremely self-conscious
✗ refusing to appear in pictures
✗ skin picking
✓ comparing appearance with that of others
✗ avoiding social situations
✓ camouflaging (with body position, clothing, makeup, hair, hats,
✓ excessive exercise
As I said many times before, I feel like
Zen’s excessive narcissism is nothing but a facade to hide that he
really just hates his body and himself due to what happened in his
childhood. In order to overcome one negative extreme he through
himself into another extreme, self-hate to excessive self-love, even
going as far as to pursue a career where everyone could and would see
him. He constantly talks about his looks, is self-conscious about his
albinism, constantly stares at himself in mirrors or phones, knows
that people notice his albinism and fears it’s negative, constantly
grooms himself, is self-conscious, has an excessive need to compare
himself to others, exercises excessively and for his job he
constantly has to camouflage and change clothing. Out of all the
symptoms for it, Zen sure fits a lot of them. There is even a
good reason why he might have it:
? having biological relatives with body dysmorphic disorder
✓ childhood teasing
? physical or sexual abuse
✓ low self-esteem
pressure or expectations of beauty
He got teased by his parents and hated
by his teacher. He had low self-esteem because of it and then of
course societal pressure got added to the mix later on once he became
an actor. I’m not sure whether he suffered physical or sexual abuse,
although I wouldn’t completely cut out the possibility, if you
consider that it was hinted at that his teacher had a thing for him
as well as the fact that his parents seemed like the abusive type and
he was in a biker gang. I also don’t know whether his parents might
have had BDD, but it is a possibility. Either way, looking at all
this Zen could be suffering from BDD, although I don’t fully believe
★ Yoosung = Addictive Personality
already mentioned before that I think that Yoosung has quite the
addictive personality and look there, the shoe kind of fits. I’m
basically 99% sure that Yoosung has some kind of addictive
personality disorder or something similar now let’s see why:
✓ A tendency to impulsive behaviour
✗ An antisocial personality
✓ Difficulty delaying gratification
✓ A disposition toward sensation seeking
✓ Someone who values nonconformity to an extreme
✓ Someone with a weak commitment to the goals for achievement that
are generally accepted by “normal” society
✓ Someone who is tolerant of deviant behaviour
✓ Someone who is socially alienated
✓ Having an increased sense of stress
all of the symptoms fit to some extend or the other. It is undeniable
that Yoosung has low self-esteem, something that is mentioned in
basically all of the routes. He is very impulsive and never thinks
things through, like getting his eye almost cut out by one Saeran
Choi, because he just had to safe you right then right now without
planning. He barely makes any friends outside of his games and the
people he already knew, namely the RFA members, when Yoosungs wants
to play he needs to do it instantly without any patience to wait, he
has given up on studying in order to pursue his addiction – gaming
– tolerates a lot of deviant behaviour going on in the RFA, namely
whatever one particular hacker is up to, and despite being a lazy
fart who never cleans nor studies nor does care for himself properly
he seems to be under constant stress. On top of that he is completely
obsessed with the women in his life; first Rika then you. He latches
on and is incapable of letting go until something new comes around
that catches his attention. All of these are pretty fitting, don’t
♨ Jaehee = Anxiety Disorder
like with Zen I don’t really think that Jaehee has any disorders or
illnesses in particular, just your every day stress of Korean
workplaces wearing her down. However, if I had to pick one that might
be fitting it would be Anxiety Disorder. To clarify, I don’t really
mean the anxiety most people would picture; being afraid to speak in
public etc – as we all know that Jaehee is capable of doing that –
but more on the lines of being constantly stressed and on edge:
? Irrational fears
✓ Muscle tension
? Chronic indigestion
? Stage fright
✓ Panic, fear, and uneasiness
? Compulsive behaviors
✓ Problems sleeping
✓ Not being able to be still and calm
✓ Dizziness (mentioned in one of the
The amount of question marks is precisely why I
don’t really think she has it, but potentially could. A lot of those
we cannot know for sure, as such things are never explicitly
mentioned or even hinted in in the game, but I definitely could see
being the case. I’m about 90% sure that Jaehee has compulsive
behaviours as well as the kind of flashbacks connected to anxiety
disorder. I also believe that while she is able to hold a meeting
that speaking in front of people is something she had to force
herself to learn and that Jaehee actually has stage fright. As for
any physical symptoms I can’t even deduce whether she might have them
or not, but as I said I could imagine it. Then again, I’m really not
sure and this is all just me thinking of possibilities I don’t really
think are true.
This is something I have personal
experience with, since I have OCPD. Just as a side note, OCPD is not
OCD and has very little in common with what you see OCD being
portrayed as in the media. Also, to make something clear, I am not
giving my favourite my own disorder to feel connected to him. I feel
connected to him, because I feel like he has the same disorder. Jumin
is very similar to me, which is why I understand his struggles the
best and connect to him. Now enough about me, let’s dig into what
OCPD is and why I think Jumin has it:
Disorder is characterized by a preoccupation with orderliness,
perfectionism, and mental and interpersonal control, at the expense
of flexibility, openness, and efficiency.
- may have such difficulty deciding
which tasks take priority or what is the best way of doing some
particular task that they may never get started on anything.
- prone to becoming upset or angry in
situations in which they are not able to maintain control of their
physical or interpersonal environment, although the anger is
typically not expressed directly. On other occasions, anger may be
expressed with righteous indignation over a seemingly minor matter.
- may be especially attentive to their
relative status in dominance-submission relationships and may display
excessive deference to an authority they respect and excessive
resistance to authority that they do not respect.
- Individuals with this disorder
usually express affection in a highly controlled or stilted fashion
and may be very uncomfortable in the presence of others who are
emotionally expressive. Their everyday relationships have a formal
and serious quality, and they may be stiff in situations in which
others would smile and be happy. They carefully hold themselves back
until they are sure that whatever they say will be perfect.
✓ Is preoccupied with details, rules,
lists, order, organization and schedules
✓ Shows perfectionism which can
interfere with task completion
✓ Is excessively devoted to work and
productivity to the exclusion of leisure activities and friendships
✓ Is overconscientious, scrupulous,
and inflexible about matters of morality, ethics, or values
✓ Is unable to discard worn-out or
worthless objects even when they have no sentimental value
✓ Is reluctant to delegate tasks or
to work with others unless they submit to exactly his or her way of
✓ Adopts a miserly spending style
toward both self and others; money is viewed as something to be
hoarded for future catastrophes
✓ Shows significant rigidity and
Is there really anything I need to explain about
this? All of these fit Jumin like a glove tailored for him. There are
really only two things that I need to clarify something on. For one
we don’t know how Jumin acts about discarding things he has no
logical need for, but I feel from the way he treats the pen his
father gives him, that said point fits. Despite not needing a golden
diamond pen and probably having a million more that work just the
same he starts an entire search party to get it back, probably out of
sentimental reasons but also because he can’t discard such things. As
for the miserly spending style, something most people would disagree
with, Jumin doesn’t waste money. He lives in luxury and he does like
spending his money, but he doesn’t waste it. The things he buys or
pays a lot of money for are practical for the better part; like a
nutritionist and gym to keep him healthy. With the money he earns he
could live a lot more extravagant than he already does, but he’s not
wasteful and exactly like described values money and hoarding it.
Other than that, everything else fits perfectly!
Saeyoung/Seven = Major Depression ☼
Honestly guys, does this even need explaining? He’s flunking his
depression in everyone’s faces all day, every day and yet no one
seems to care. Despite the fact that he doesn’t have just ordinary
depression but major depression. I’m talking hardcore bullshit here
and rightly so. Let’s break this down once and for all:
Fatigue or loss of energy almost every day
✓ Feelings of worthlessness or guilt almost every day
✓ Impaired concentration, indecisiveness
✓ Insomnia or hypersomnia almost every day
✓ Markedly diminished interest or pleasure in almost all activities
nearly every day
✓ Restlessness or feeling slowed down
thoughts of death or suicide
✓ Significant weight loss or gain
✓ Change in your appetite (not eating enough or overeating)
✓ Low self-esteem
For a while I was torn between Saeyoung being just
depressed or having manic depression aka bipolar disorder. I decided
to depression, mainly because his ‘episodes’ of euphoria are mostly
fake and don’t really happen in proper cycles. Then again, we only
get to know them for eleven days and usually those cycles can take up
to weeks when not regulated with the proper medication, so who knows.
However, it’s a 100% clear that Saeyoung is majorly depressed. Other
than his eccentric chatting behaviour he barely seems to have energy,
even the smallest things can break his concentration, he never
sleeps, other than his interest in cars he has no other interest or
pleasurable activities left, Saeyoung constantly mentions how
worthless he is, how guilty he feels over his brother, how hopeless
he feels of getting out of where he’s got himself stuck and how he
wants to die. As for the significant weight loss, he barely eats but
what he eats is horrible junk. He should weight much much more than
he does considering his diet, which I put into the same category as
weight loss. Therefor Saeyoung shows all the symptoms of a majorly
☀ Saeran = Borderline
Personality Disorder ☀
a hot minute I thought about Saeran having depression as well, but I
feel like his mental issues go a little deeper and more complicated
than ‘just’ depression. Upon researching some of the symptoms he has
compared to his twin brother I stumbled over BPD, not to be confused
with bipolar disorder (happened to me ones). People with BPD usually
experience symptoms like:
✓ Frantic efforts to avoid real or imagined abandonment
✓A pattern of intense and unstable relationships with family,
friends, and loved ones, often swinging from extreme closeness and
love to extreme dislike or anger
✓ Distorted and unstable self-image or sense of self
✓ Impulsive and often dangerous behaviours
✓ Recurring suicidal behaviours or threats or self-harming
✓ Intense and highly changeable moods, with each episode lasting
from a few hours to a few days
✓ Chronic feelings of emptiness
✓ Inappropriate, intense anger or problems controlling anger
✓ Having stress-related paranoid thoughts
✓ Having severe dissociative symptoms, such as feeling cut off from
oneself, observing oneself from outside the body, or losing touch
like with Saeyoung this case of mental illness needs very little
explaining. The symptoms speak for themselves, as they perfectly fit
to Saeran, all of them. Now some might say that he didn’t show those
symptoms as a child and that is true, although I wouldn’t say that
his BPD was caused only
by what Rika did to him, although that surely played a big part.
There are three main reasons that are considered risk factors:
Genetics, Environmental and Social Factors and Brain Factors. The
environmental/social factor is quite obviously what Rika did to
Saeran. Most notable factors in that category are traumatic life
events such as abuse (mother then Rika) and/or abandonment (his
father then Saeyoung) during childhood. What Rika did to Saeran also
works into the brain factors, as her torture probably caused
structural and functional changes in his brain that changed his
behaviour and way of thinking so drastically. As for the genetics, I
actually wouldn’t be so surprised of the twins’ mother had some sort
of mental disorder or even BPD that caused her to lash out on the
boys like that and in Saeran’s case pass it on. It might even explain
why he was sickly as a child while his brother wasn’t. Although that
is purely theoretical, the rest isn’t as much. Poor baby…
📷 Jihyun/V = White Knight
Now I honestly have to say that I’m not sure whether White Knight
Syndrome falls in the mental illness category or not, but it fit so
perfectly to V and there was very little else I could have come up
with, so I’m putting it into the list. Now what exactly is White
Knight Syndrome or what are the symptoms:
✓ Fears emotional distance
✓ Is very emotionally vulnerable and sensitive
✓ Has a tendency to idealize the partner
✓ Has an extreme need to be viewed as important or unique
~ Tends to be self-critical or reactively blames, devalues, and
✓ Is attracted to a needy partner or a partner with a history of
trauma, loss, abuse, or addiction
✓ Fears being separated from the partner, losing the partner’s love
or approval, or being abandoned by the partner
✓ Engages in controlling behaviour, often under the guise of
✓ Maintains or restores connection with the partner by being
extremely helpful or good
✗ Responds ambivalently to the partner’s success
✓ Describes a sense of “oneness” with the partner
✓ Fails to recognize the partner’s manipulative behaviours
✓ Is seduced by the sexual or dramatic behaviour of the partner
✓ Evokes strong feelings in the partner in order to avoid his or
her own emotional discomfort
✓ Maintains hope for a gratifying relationship by denying the
reality of the partner’s issues
I mean…hello V? Other than the point about his response to his
partner being ambivalent everything fits perfectly. That is precisely
why I find it so irritating when people describe his feelings towards
Rika as love. No, V did not love Rika or at least not in a healthy
way. He loved her instability and he was obsessed with the idea of
saving her. So much so that he was willing to manipulate, devaluate
and fuck over the rest of his friends. The only reason I used ~ on
that particular point is because while he is self-critical as well,
he never reactively blames anyone but himself. Frankly rightly so.
Anyone who thinks that V is in any way innocent is wrong. He didn’t
stop Rika. Despite knowing of her plans all along he never once did
anything to stop her and therefor he is almost as much at fault as
Rika is. In fact my American law he would be charged with accessory
to a hefty crime amongst other things earning him a couple of years
in prison, just saying. I’m sure his White Knight Syndrome played
into why he did what he did, but that doesn’t make him any more
innocent nor excuses what torture other people were put through
because he put Rika first and did nothing to stop her.
“What do you mean we have to close up shop? We’ve never even worked a night-shift before, this is the first time!” Jungkook said to his manager, who was very done with Jungkook’s shit at the moment.
“Can you just stop complaining? You either work the night shift, or you go. Why cant you be like Jimin and just do as I say?” The manager looks at Jimin who was currently standing to next to Jungkook.
“Woah woah woah WOAH, leave me out of this” Jimin says to the manager.
“Get to work, both of you. Theres no one else working tonight because of Valentines Day, they all have dates and you two are the only ones here who are lonely and single, so don’t even try me. Now if you excuse me, I have a date with my boyfriend Namjoon.”
“Have fun Jin hyung” said Jimin with a cheerful smile. That beautiful smile thats so welcoming to others. Jungkook sees his hyung’s smile, and even though he’s in a bad mood he decides to smile anyways.
“Yea, bye” Jungkook said rolling his eyes. The younger of the two goes towards a tie rack and started to organize the ties that have been thrown all over the place from the long day in the store. Jungkook has always wanted to work in a fancy store for some reason, he felt that it would suit his personality. He looked at a black tie with pink stripes, and it reminded him of the first day he ever came to work. He walked in, and the first person he saw was a young man with pink hair, wearing a black Burberry tux, and he had a pink tie on. He found it the most weirdest thing, seeing a man with pink hair. But damn was he cute. Fetus Jungkook was very nervous of his first day at work at his dream job, so he went up to the man seeking guidance.
“u-um hello, i-im Jeon Jungkook, your new co-worker” he hesitantly bowed at a 90 degree angle and looked at the pink haired man.
“Theres no need to be so formal, my name is Jimin, nice to meet you Jungkook” He smiled and bowed. His smile. His smile omg. Jungkook’s heart started to race at how beautiful Jimin’s smile was, and how angelic his voice sounded. Jimin looked like he was glowing inside the already bright store.
“Is that what you came to work in?” Jimin said, pointing to the younger who was wearing a white shirt and ripped jeans with tims.
“Well then, lets go get a tux for you!” Jimin smiled and grabbed Jungkook’s hand, dragging him towards the fitting rooms.
Jungkook smiles at the sudden memory that popped up in his head, his hyung has always been sweet and patient with him. Jimin was the friend Jungkook could go to when he needed to rant, or when he needed advice with something.
“When he says that we have to close up, does that also mean we have to do the cleaning to?” Jungkook said while hanging up the ties on the stand.
“Yea, I guess so, we are the only ones here.” Jungkook looked around the store and noticed that him and Jimin where actually the only ones there. Suddenly, an idea popped into his head.
“I have an idea”
“…What is it?”
“Its very stupid”
“Your very stupid”
“Oh shut up” Jungkook grabbed Jimin’s hand and they went to the backroom
“Jungkook, what the hel-”
“Shhhhhh, just wait” Jungkook walked further into the room and let go of Jimin’s hand unwillingly. His hands are just so soft and small, they are literally perfect to hold. He grabs a tux from the box that had just been shipped in today.
“Jimin. I HAVE to try this on”
“Jungkook you are an idiot”
“Yes. I am aware”
“Pass me the other one”
The younger smirked and reached into the box getting a tux that was Jimins size, and hands it over to him. They both left the dim backroom and went into the fitting rooms to try on the very, very expensive tux’s.
Jimin gets dressed faster then the younger and exits the fitting room and looks in a mirror. The silver button down shirt thats tucked into his slacks make his butt pop out, and it compliments his hips very nicely.
“Kookie can you see how this looks?”
“Yea sure hold on, i’m having a little bit of trouble with the zipper, it wont go up” he says struggling with the zipper.
“Do you need help?”
“W-what?” The younger started blushing at the thought of Jimin being so close to his dick…
“Do you need help?” Jimin said in a more powerful voice.
“NO I-im good”
After another minute or so struggling with the zipper, he finally gets it up.
“I GOT IT! HELL YEA” Jungkook exits the fitting room to a beautiful human being right in front of him. Oh wait he’s looking at a mirror. But then he looks to the side, OMG HES GORGEOUS!!!! Woop thats another mirror. He looks to the other side to see his hyung on his phone. Jungkook’s mouth drops at the side in front of him. Now, he’s just staring at Jimin without saying a word. The elder finally catches on and says-
“WOW Jungkook you look AMAZING” A little bit of blush creeps on his face noticing how sharp Jungkook looks. Sure, they were tux everyday, but the younger looks like he just came out of Prince Charming’s ball. His facial features suddenly look a lot sharper too, and its making the older feel some type of way.
“J-jimin you l-look really nice t-too” Jungkook stutters because the beauty in front of him is just so overwhelming.
“Can we take a picture together? I told my friend Yoongi that i’m going on a date with you tonight, and as you know, i’m not” Jimin laughs nervously as he scratches his head, hoping that Jungkook would be okay with what he suggested, and hoping he wouldn’t question why he decided to tell his friend that they went on a date.
“Yea sure, why not” Well, that went better then Jimin expected. He couldn’t help but notice the blush both of them had on in the selca. *Damn we look good together..*
“Damn we look good, can you send me that?” Jungkook said smiling with his cute bunny smile.
“Sure” Jimin sent the picture to his friend Yoongi and to Jungkook. The younger took out his phone when it rang, and Jimin looked at the notification. It was a text under the contact name of-
“Big Booty Jimin? PFFFFT”
“DONT LAUGH I SAW THAT YOU HAD ME UNDER ‘NICE THIGHS JEON”
“YOU DID N O T SEE THAT”
“YES. YES I DID”
“But seriously Jimin, damn that ass!”
“Bro your thighs look like they were sculpted by gods”
“Why, thank you” Great, now Jungkook was thinking about his Hyung’s ass. But its just so peachy and-
“Imma go get out of this tux, i’m scared i might rip it or something, we don’t want that happening”
“Yea we really don’t need that happening” They both went into the fitting rooms and started to get undressed. As Jungkook took off his shirt he couldn’t help but think about how Jimin told his friend that he went on a date with Jungkook. When Yoongi brought up a boyfriend, was the younger the first person Jimin thought of? The elder wouldn’t mind going out with him? The sudden though got him blushing and his cheeks felt hot. He went to take of his pants when he notices the zipper wouldn’t budge.
“Fuck” He kept trying with all his force to pull down the zipper but it just wasnt budging.
“Shit, shit shit” He started panicking, what the hell was gonna happen if he didnt get these pants off? He’s currently shirtless, stuck in pants that are part of a very expensive tux suit, he’s getting sweaty, and he’s at WORK. What a Valentines Day.
“Um, Jungkook are you okay?”
“No. Not really. Not at all”
“What happened?” Jungkook swung open the door and saw a startled Jimin outside of the fitting room stall. Jimin was currently looking at a sexy beast. He younger was shirtless, his nice abs exposed, and there was sweat dripping down his forehead and a little on his collarbone. He pointed to the zipper and said,
“This is the problem”
“OMG sorry i was pointing to my dick i meant the zipper”
“You scared me”
“I dont know what to do its stuck”
“Wait let me try” Jimin approaches Jungkook who’s currently in the fitting room fidgeting. The elder kneels down and his head is right above the younger’s dick and he suddenly feels awkward. He starts to blush and clears his throat. Jungkook is blushing hard as well, he’s basically a tomato at this point. The younger looks up at the ceiling and tries not to think too much of it.
“Well, uhm, im just gonna go for it” Jimin suddenly put his hand on the zipper and tries to pull it down. He tries again but this time his hand accidentally brushes a little too hard against the younger’s dick and Jungkook groans but when he realized what just happened he jumps back in shock.
“IM SORRY OMG” They are now both feriously blushing, and jimin can no longer look jungkook in the eye.
“JUST, JUST HURRY, i cant take them off by myself”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes just go ahead”
“O-okay” Jimin tried his best to not touch Jungkook’s dick, however, that didn’t turn out so well. Not just that, but the younger cant help but to look down and imagine Jimin’s pretty plump lips around his dick, sucking away. He bites his lip at the thought, he’s got to get these dirty thoughts to go away, he’s already getting a boner and he doesn’t need to make it worse. The elder is trying his best to not touch Jungkook again but when he does, the younger moans, and honestly, Jimin wants to hear him moan even more. He wants to hear the younger moan his name while he’s grinding on him and-
“mhmmm” Jungkook, just, he, MOANED? Jimin’s dirty thoughts distracted him and he accidentally let go of the zipper with force, and he put pressure on the younger’s dick. An idea popped into Jimin;s head. It really isn’t his fault, all those dirty thoughts. Jungkook got him all hot a flustered, being shirtless, moaning in all his glory. Jimin suddenly smirked and groped the younger, adding pressure and feeling the younger’s dick in his hand. Jungkook moaned, and took a step back in surprise, and shock.
“J-Jimin?” Jungkook looked into Jimin’s eyes and saw something he’s never seen before. His pupils have gone large, and he has a smirk on his plump lips. He’s no longer the cute angelic Jimin he first met, now he looks intimidating and sexy as hell. Jimin gropes the younger’s hardening dick again and the he groans at the friction. He feels to sensitive under his hyung’s intimidating touch, and he wants a lot more.
“J-jimin, do-do it again” Jimin’s smirk becomes even wider when he hears those words, he does the same action again however adding more pressure. The younger cant take it anymore, he starts grinding his hips against Jimin’s hand and lets out a lewd groan. The pink haired man looks up at Jungkook in shock, but he is just even more turned on now. He stands up and grabs the back of Jungkook’s neck and kisses him passionately. He starts grinding on him and the friction of their dicks rubbing against one another makes him go insane. He loves the way Jungkook’s body feels against his own, and he loved how the younger blushes innocently under his touch.
“Fuck Jungkook, you are so incredibly hot” He says while kissing the raven haired boy. The younger moans and grinds against the elders dick. All those fantasies he’s had in his head are now becoming reality. He lets his hands travel against the others chest, feeling every crease and playing close attention to his abs. He never knew Jungkook had an amazing body like this, just seeing the other shirtless is getting him turned on and making him lustful. Jungkook reaches down and grabs Jimin’s dick and adds the right amount of pressure to make Jimin groan and thrust his hips forward. Jimin pushes Jungkook against the wall and bites his shoulder, he sucks and nibbles some more to leaving a love mark to claim him. Jungkook throws his head back in pleasure. He couldn’t believe that this was happening either, he’s currently having a heated make-out session with his hot co-worker. The older starts sucking and leaves love bites all over the younger’s collarbones .
“These pants are a problem, they’ve got to go” The older says in a husky voice that sends a shiver down the others spine. That husky voice made the younger lose his shyness. He was ready to fuck Jimin until he couldn’t walk.
“I’ve got an idea. Sit down” Jungkook sits down on the chair in the fitting room, following the others directions. Jimin straddles him, and starts riding the younger. The younger’s head falls back in pleasure and he lets out a moan. He grabs Jimin’s hips and starts adding more pressure to add more friction on their aching dicks.
“I cant take it anymore. Fuck it ” Jungkook reaches for the zipper and pulls it down with all the force he has. Jimin looks at the younger in shock,
“You-you broke it! Damn you want me to suck you off that badly, huh?”
“Its better broken then me cumming all over the pants, now isn’t it? Now suck my dick” He stands up and swiftly takes off the pants, leaving him in only underwear.
“My turn” Jungkook says with a grin. He slides off Jimin’s shirt and immediately attacks the new smooth skin. He nibbles on the older’s earlobe and gets a slight moan as a reward. He thrusts his hips onto Jimin’s, earning a very lewd moan from the elder. Jimin pulls the younger away from his body, eying him up and down. Jimin gives the younger a smirk, and he starts kissing and nibbling at the younger’s chest, soon lowering to his abdomen, leaving love bites. He swiftly takes off the others underwear, freeing Jungkook’s hard dick from the article of clothing. *Fuck hes big*. The elder continues what he was doing, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses as he gets closer and closer to the younger’s dick, the younger waiting in anticipation. Jimin kisses and sucks everywhere besides where the younger wants him to kiss and suck making the younger get needy.
“Stop teasing me”
“But your thighs are just too beautiful” Jungkook grabs a handful of Jimin’s hair and forces him to face the younger’s dick.
“Im about to fuck your mouth so I suggest your open those pretty plump lips of yours” Jimin obediently opens his mouth, accepting the switch of things and lets Jungkook force his dick inside his mouth. The younger moans at the feeling of him being swallowed, he loves the feeling of the older’s warm mouth around him, sucking away. Jungkook grabs the pink hair tighter and thrusts his hips into Jimin’s mouth, throwing his head back at the amazing feeling. Tears start forming on the elders eyes when Jungkook’s thrusts become harsh, and the hair pulling is intense, however he loves being mouth fucked.
“Mmm you dirty slut, you love the taste of my dick don’t you?” Jungkook says in a low breathy moan. Jimin hums in response causing a vibration that makes the younger whimper. Jungkook starts wildly thrusting into jimin’s mouth, pulling the older’s hair so he can swallow more of him. The younger throws his head back in pleasure when he feels he’s about to cum. Jimin however, grabs the younger’s hips firmly stopping the younger’s intense hip thrusting. He removes his lips from the younger’s painfully hard dick, making the younger moan in disappointment.
“J-jimin what the fuck?”
“I cant have you cum just yet, i want your dick inside of me” Jungkook’s eyes widened in shock and Jimin was honestly a little surprised with his own words, however he was just too horny to even give a shit. All he knew at the moment was that he wanted the younger’s dick inside of him. The truth is, neither of them has ever done it with a guy. This is the first time Jungkook has ever fucked a guy, and this is the first time Jimin has ever had a dick inside of him.
“What” The youngers eyes widened in shock.
“Fuck me” The younger’s shock just changed into pure lust when he saw the way Jimin looked into his eyes and how low his voice sounded. The younger groaned and pushed Jimin against the wall again biting at his neck. The elder moved his head to the side offering the younger more space to bite and suck. Jimin moaned at the feeling of the younger’s body surrounding his own. Jungkook went up and bit his hyungs earlobe, earning a satisfied groan. He felt two hands rub his sides and then they grabbed his ass earning a yelp.
“Fuck your ass is so peachy, we need to get those pants off” Jungkook smirked and unbuttoned the elders jeans, lowering them, allowing Jimin to slide them off. The younger gave Jimin one last kiss, tongues fighting for dominance as Jungkook rubs his hand against Jimin’s hard-on. He younger breaks the kiss and brings his fingers up to Jimin’s pretty plump lips.
“Suck” The older gladly accepts the younger’s demand and puts the fingers in his mouth. He sucks, his tongue swirling around the fingers and the younger swears he could cum by just looking at the sight. He brings his other hand down to Jimin’s hard dick and rubs through the clothing.
“Mmm baby your so hard for me” Jimin thrusts his dick into the younger’s hands wanting more friction. Jungkook watches as Jimin sucks desperately on his fingers wishing that it was his dick again. Jimin lets the younger slip his fingers outside of his mouth, and pulls him into a kiss. Jungkook uses his free hand to rub Jimin’s hard on through the fabric again and the elder moans against Jungkook’s mouth. He pulls away from the kiss and thrusts his hips onto Jungkooks hands again, letting him get the friction that he desperately wants.
“Fuck just, FUCK ME ALREADY” Jimin slides off his underwear in a blink of an eye and basically tackled Jungkook. He pins the younger against the wall, kissing his swollen cherry lips. Jungkook takes his lubricated finger and gets closer to Jimin’s pink hole, while sucking on those heavenly lips. As Jungkook’s hand brushes against the older’s hole, the older lets out a little squeak. He’s never felt a finger so close to his hole before and its a new feeling. He suddenly regrets what he said and he breaks the kiss, and bites his lip. Jungkook looks into the younger’s eyes, he could see a little bit of fright.
“Are you sure you want me to do this”
“Y-yes, but how painful will it be?
"Just a finger or my cock” Jimin blushes hard at these words,
“J-just a finger”
“You’ve never fingered yourself before?”
“Of course!” Jungkook takes this opportunity while Jimin is distracted and put his two fingers through the muscle.
“AH, it burns!” Jimin yells out squinting his eyes. He has to admit, he really doesn’t like this feeling, but the younger’s hand slowly rapping around his cock is making up for it. Jungkook slides his finger in, and kisses Jimin trying to distract him from the pain.
“Babe, are you sure you are okay with this” Jungkook looked at Jimin’s watery eyes and saw pain. Jimin was about to answer no when-
“OH, fuck me!” Jimin’s eyes closed shut as he gasped for air. Jungkook found the older’s prostate and grinned, knowing that if he had waited any longer to find it he wouldn’t have been able to fuck Jimin.
“W-what was that!?” Jungkook rubbed against his prostate again and Jimin threw his head back welcoming the wonderful knew feeling. He closed his eyes so tight that he could see white when he opened them again. The younger added a knew finger and the elder whimpered in pain as the new finger was pushed into the tight muscle. But then again, the younger brushed against the bundle of nerves causing Jimin to arch his back and push his ass against Jungkook’s finger.
“FUCK! DO IT AGAIN” Jungkook thrusts his fingers into the elder at a fast pace, basically finger fucking the elder, each time aiming and hitting the elders prostate. Jimin couldn’t help but let his tongue fall out as he panted and threw his hips back everytime the younger’s fingers entered him. Jungkook’s pace got faster and faster until he noticed Jimin’s breathing and how his hole clenched against his fingers. The younger suddenly pulled out, getting a groan from the elder. He didn’t want him to cum just yet, and he felt that the elder was prepped enough for his dick. Jungkook turned around so now his hyung was against the wall and the younger was hovering over him.
“Jump” The elder jumped and the younger caught him, bringing his legs around his hips. Jungkook’s dick teased the elders whole, gaining a shiver from him.
“This may hurt a bit..” Jungkook entered Jimin’s entrance, stretching out the tense muscles slowly. Tears started forming on the elders eyes, he knew it would hurt, but this burns and it feels like something is ripping him open.
“Ah-hh, it-t hurts” Jungkook leans in and kisses the elder, trying to distract him from the pain.
“Its gonna be okay, I promise it’ll feel good in a little bit” He leans in for another kiss as he pushes deeper into the elder. They stay in that position for a little bit, Jungkook not wanting to cause Jimin more pain.
“You… You can go now” Jimin bites his lip as he sees Jungkook thrust into him from the dressing room mirror. He looks at the younger’s perfect body figure, the way he muscles flex, his nice broad back. He lets his eyes fall as Jungkook thrusts into him again. He didn’t think it would be so painful but it honestly feels like something is tearing him apart. He opens his mouth to let out a pained groan when Jungkook captures his lips in a deep kiss. Their tongues intertwine as they fight for dominance, the younger quickly winning as Jimin melts into the kiss. Jungkook’s thrusting is slowly speeding up, he just cant control it anymore. He’s secretly wanted to fuck his hyung and make him moan his name from the first day he met him.
“J-jimin your so tight” The younger says as he thrusts even harder into the elder.
“F-fuck” The elder is starting to get used to the thrusting and the pain is being replaced by pleasure. The elder starts moving his hips in sync with Jungkook’s thrusts, he felt like something was missing and he wanted to find it. The way his hole felt around Jungkook’s dick felt overwhelming to the younger. This is better than any girl he ever did. The younger moaned when Jimin started sucking on his neck, leaving another love bite. The elder started nibbling on the younger’s ear piercing which was one of his sensitive spots.
“J-jimin” the younger moaned. He thrusts really hard at an angle and Jimin swears he could see a white light-
“DADDY! F U C K ME” Well he found what he was looking for.
“What did you just call me?” The younger says with a wide smirk.
“Say it again”
“Fine ill just have to make you say it” The younger thrusts into the elder at the same angle making Jimin see stars.
“F-FUCK” Jungkook thrusts again, he’s quickening his pace but the elder wants more
“J-jungkook, h-harder!” The younger throws his hips against Jimin’s and the elder is hanging on to the younger’s shoulders for dear life. However, he knew Jungkook was holding back and he wanted more, he didn’t care what he has to do, he wants to be fucked harder
“Daddy harder!” The younger groans at the name, making him even more turned on. He thrusts harder and the elder is losing his grip on the younger’s shoulders. Jungkook is now thrusting in full pace with all his might, and Jimin could feel the ball of heat build up in his stomach. His prostate is being abused and he doesn’t know how much more he can take.
“F-uck i-im go-ing to c-cum” Jimin breathes out in moans.
“Hmm me too” Jimin’s entrance started to squeeze around the younger’s dick, making Jungkook moan at the tight feeling. Its just urging him to go more. He removes his dick from Jimins entrance, and slams back in with full force hitting the elders prostate completely.
“D-daddy!” Jimin pants out. He swears that he saw the gates of heaven for a good few seconds as he cums all over his and the younger’s stomach. He’s panting non-stop, and he feels amazing. The younger thrusts again into Jimin, going for his own release. He cums inside of the elder after a few more thrusts, moaning at how good it felt to finally release. They stay in that position for a little bit, trying to get their breathes back. He sits down on the chair and puts Jimin to sit on his lap.
“That was amazing”
“Yea i know but you couldve at least taken me on a date first”
“UM excuse me, you were the one who kept touching my dick! Its not my fault that you just looked so incredible during everything” Jimin laughed at the younger’s words.
“What are we gonna do about the pants?” Jimin says
“Oh shit I forgot about it. And that we are still at work!”
“Crap we have to close up!” Jimin suddenly gets up reaching for his clothes but then-
“OH FUCK” He falls back on Jungkooks lap as he feels a sudden pain on his lower back.
“My back hurts so much” Jungkook smiles and shrugs. He pulls the elder in for a kiss. It was deep and passionate and they both are enjoying it. Jungkook is the first to pull away as he says,
“Ill get us our clothes” He stands up and rests Jimin on the chair. He reaches for his clothing and once he has his underwear on, he gives Jimin his underwear and the rest of his clothing. They both struggle to get dressed, especially the elder who cant even stand.
“I have an idea about the pants” the younger said as he put on his shoes.
“What is it?”
“Why don’t we just put the pants back exactly how we found it, and then pretend like we don’t know anything if they ask us why the zipper is fucked? They don’t have to ever find out.” The younger grinned at Jimin, thinking this is an amazing plan.
“We are so getting fired”
“I know, but lets just try to stay until our next paycheck” They both smiled and started to close up shop. It was mostly Jungkook doing the work because the elder was having difficulty standing. They shut off all the lights and Jungkook helped Jimin walk outside. The younger locked the door and looked at the pink haired man.
“So, i was thinking, how about we go on a date? I mean if thats, if its okay with you, im not gonna force to do anything…” the younger babbles. He started to blush and looked at the floor smiling awkwardly.
“You know, for a guy I just called daddy, that was not smooth at all” They both started laughing and Jimin looked at the younger with kindness in his eyes.
“Yes i’ll go on a date with you” He pulled Jungkook closer from the collar on his shirt and they shared a deep, romantic kiss.
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This is my first fan fiction and first smut, so I hope you guys like it! And also can we talk about how awesome BTS’s comeback is like damn. Chong! Jojun! Balsa!
Summary: its your first time getting a tattoo and your artist Robbie can tell your nervous so he helps calm your nerves *wink*
Warning: oral, fingering, public place.
A/N So I decided to write this because I got my first tattoo of the evenstar from the lord of the rings yesturday! In this imagine you can imagine any tattoo you want.
Todays the day, I’m finally getting my first tattoo! Ive wanted one for so long and now I’m finally getting one! But I just cant get my nerves to calme down…hope I dont pass out during the session.
I’ll just eat a big breakfast and drink a lot of water and I should be fine…
*skip to tattoo parlor*
That breakfast and water didnt help at all, Im literally siting here shaking in my seat. Maybe I should I should just leave? No Y/N you’ve wanted this for so long dont be a wimp! Ok, ok just relax, calm down, deep breaths.
“Y/N Robbies ready for you, his room is down that hallway and second door on the right.” The lady at the front desk says. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! I stand up without even realizing and walk to his room, I peek my head in and see…
One the hottest guys I’ve ever seen, which didnt help calm my nerves at all. He smiles at me and I fully walk into the room. There are pictures of the tattoos hes done all over the walls and some of his own designs as well. He stands up from his seat and walks towards me, thats when I notice his tattoos.
“Hey you must be Y/N, Im robbie.” He looks me up and down and stares at me with an emotion I cant really distinguish then holds his hand out for me to shake. I shake it but my hand starts shaking.
“A little nervous are we?” He chuckles. I shyly nod my head.
“Its alright, most people are nervous for their first tattoo. You’ll be fine, It’ll be over before you know it.” I felt a little better after he said that. “Thank you”
“Ok, so do you have the picture of the tattoo you want?” I couldn’t help staring at him again, hes just so intriguing. He notices and smiles, making my cheeks go red.
“Uh yeah sorry, here it is.” I pull up the picture on my phone. “Nice, here’s my email, just email it to me and we can get started.”
I do what he said and he prints out my design.
“Ok, just sit in the chair over there and put your arm on the table.” I nod my head, nervously smiling and sit in the chair. My palms are all sweaty and my arms are shaking, I feel like throwing up.
Robbie comes over and shows me the cut out design. “Is this big enough?” I look at it, and nod. He smiles, noticing Im scared. “Just relax, you’ll be fine.” I just close my eyes and take a few deep breaths.
“Ok I’m going to place this on your arm and you tell me if you like where the placement is ok?” I nod.
He starts lining up the design with my arm but stops, probably because my arm is shaking so much. “Can I try something?” He asks. “Um sure, ok.”
“Just lean back.” I do and then he makes the chair lean back as well.
“Comfortable?” “Yeah actually, thanks.” I smile at him and he does as well. “good” Then he leans in and captures my lips with his. My eyes widened, I didnt know if I should kiss him back or not, I dont even know him. But he is cute, so why not? I kiss him back and I feel him smile. We pull away after a minute and he starts kissing down my neck. “Have you ever had someone eat you out before?” My eyes widened, I wansn’t sure if I heard him right. “What?”
He pulls away from my kneck and laughs lightly.
“Have you ever been eaten out before?” I look at him confused and all flustered. “Um no, why?”
“Thats what i’m going to do, you’ll feel much better after trust me.” I still couldn’t believe what I was hearing, was he serious? I knew he was when he started pulling my pants down. “Uh Robbie, I-I don’t thi-” “Shhh It’s alright, trust me ok?” Well I mean its not like we’re having sex right? I guess this is ok…“Ok”
He pulls my pants the rest of the way off then pulls my knees up and spreads them. He smiles at my dark green underwear. “Greens my favorite color.” Then he starts the inside of both my thighs, I sigh loving the feeling.
My underwear comes off soon after and I tense up, feeling a little self conscious. He gives me a reasurring smile befor he leans in and licks a stripe up my heat. I whimper at the feeling and accidently buck my hips up to feel his mouth on me again. He gives me a lustful look and dives in again, griping my thighs as I grip his hair. He moves His tounge all over my heat, up and down side to side, sucking on certain parts, I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning to loud.
Out of no where he shoves his tounge inside me going as deep as he can, I let a loud moan escape, not caring anymore.
He pulls me further towards him so he can go deeper. Then he replaces his tounge with two of his fingers, letting him go even deeper. His mouth moves to my clit and I pull his hair tightly, we both moan and the vibrations sen me to a whole other world.
The combination of him fingering me and his tounge licking and sucking my clit make me a moaning mess. Not to soon after I feel a Knot forming in my stomach, I think robbie could tell because he starts moving his fingers faster and deeper into me hitting my g-spot.
“R-Robbie I’m cl-” I Couldn’t speak anymore, robbie could tell and he lightly rubs my thigh letting me know that he knows. The knot in my stomach finally releaces and I let out a loud moan, then go limp in the chair, Robbie’s toungue likes me clean and he gives me a minute to catch my breath.
“How was that?” He asks smiling. I smile too “It was amazing.“
"Good, you ready for your tattoo now?” I wasn’t even nervous anymore. “Yeah, Thanks.”
After he places the design where I wanted he made a small line just to show me how it felt. It wasn’t as bad as I thought. It still hutn, just not to bad. “That wasnt so bad was it?”
“Not at all.”
It only took about 40 minutes then I was done. He let me look at it in the mirror and it looked amazing! I thanked him and gave him a very genorous tip. He put some plastic around it and told me everything I needed to know about taking care of it.
“Hey um, can I have your number? I would love to see you again.”
Now he’s the one thats nervouse. I giggle and write it down on his hand with the pen he gave me. “Maybe next time I’ll be the one helping you out.” I wink at him then walk out the door, leaving him all flustered, Im definatly coming back for another one.
Sorry, I haven't seen the latest episode yet, but when Cas said I love you was it... like meant as a romantic confession solely to Dean or were Sam and Mary there as well, thereby including them? And did Cas actually use the phrase "in love" in regards to Dean? Cause I want canon Destial as much as you but if that phrase was not used and/or Sam/Mary were present then.... well in my book it doesn't count as an in love confession.
So did Cas use use the phrase “in love” ? Cause if not and the other two were present then that scene could easily have been intended to mean “ you are all my family and I love all of you and would die for you” You know? I mean, I wish that it couldn’t mean that and Cas was saying he was in love with Dean but seeing how reluctant the writers seem to make them 110% textually, explicitly, and undeniably canon I have major doubts that the scene was truly meant as a romantic confession. :(
Well, I got both these asks on Friday shortly after my flailing screeching post about the love confession and I have to admit, having seen that scene like a dozen more times since then, I will admit (and have admitted in my review) that it is ambiguous. (my tag for meta on this moment is currently “ambiguous love confessions” so that tells you my viewpoint anyway). FYI My FIRST reaction was that the first “I love you” was romantic. That was my honest to god first reading. I had to go back and re-watch to realise there was ambiguity there hence this meta ask so take that as you will.
Let’s get this out of the way. In absolutely no way, shape or form, does this “I love you” make destiel 100% undeniably canon.
I am a destiel shipper and hugely positive about the ship becoming canon in the future, (i also tend to joke around and say things like “its canon” on pictures of Dean saying he “loves that fish” or other silly stuff like that just because it is hilarious and I am slightly chaotic good/ or evil your choice when it comes to these things). Doesn’t mean I believe it. Destiel is not canon. Currently.
HOWEVER. Subtextually, the “I love you” reading CAN be read as a confession to Dean. This is true. You can take it that it was meant for him, just as you can take it that it was meant for all of them. BOTH readings are valid, because like everything else involving this ship, at this point in time its all about the ambiguity.
From a G.A perspective. This “I love you” was plural. As @awed-frog pointed out, when translating into other languages, this will be translated as the plural form of the word. Because that is the surface reading, it is what any G.A viewer will read. Whether the G.A will consider why Cas specifically clarified between “I love you” and “I love all of you” is another question. But thats what we have to accept. There is enough ambiguity and “plausible deniability” involved for this not to be some huge neon sign telling the audience that destiel is coming. It is far too easy to argue that it was platonic, as well as meant for everyone and not just Dean.
Lets be honest here as well, thanks to the infuriatingly heteronormative nature of a G.A, even if Dean and Cas were alone and Cas said “I love you” it would still be taken as a platonic “I love you”. Because the words were not “I am in love with you” and these two things are different. They have different meanings. Anyone whose ever broken up with someone by using the phrase “I love you but I’m not in love with you” will know the difference.
HOWEVER we know that we have previously heard the words “in love with” in relation to Cas, these words were repeated two episodes ago in relation to an angel who was a Cas mirror who later compared his own love (which he clarified was romantic love) to Cas’s love for Dean. When you take this into consideration, suddenly that “I love you” doesn’t seem so platonic.
But there is still the case that the surface reading is the plural form of “you” and therefore it becomes irrelevant. Except that, as previously pointed out in @postmodernmulticoloredcloak‘s meta on the subject, the fact that Cas had to clarify also puts THAT into question.
Look I totally get where @awed-frog is coming from here. The surface reading is platonic. What I am trying to stress is that it takes very little stretch of the imagination (really none at all) to come to the non-platonic conclusion once you have removed your “no homo” goggles and have at least paid attention to the story for the past few episodes.
If Cas had just said “I love you” and left it there, then fine. Its platonic and its plural. But he didn’t. He clarified. Just like in 6x20 when he says:
“I did it to protect you”
“I did it to protect all of you”
The first sentence was meant for Dean. The second sentence was to clarify that actually, it wasn’t just for Dean as he didn’t want the other parties (Sam and Bobby) to be left out of his plea.
In an episode FULL TO THE BRIM with 6x20 call backs this is just another way to show that there are many many layers to what we are watching in this emotional moment.
Yes the camera cuts to Dean and no one else after that first “I love you”. Meaning the director and editor had the intention that it was meant for Dean too. Yes the clarification of the “all of you” adds to the speculation. There are so many elements at work here and that is what makes the subtext non platonic (though I stress, the surface reading is still platonic because G.A viewers do not pay attention to these things unless it is a guy and a girl they are watching because that bloody Avril Lavinge song is sadly very fucking true in today’s society).
Ignoring the subtext and the film editing and stuff for the moment, we should also consider Cas as a character and what might have been going through his mind at that moment. How do we think HE meant it?
Throughout the confession Cas moves his gaze to look at each Winchester in turn, he refers to all of them throughout. The only time he doesn’t look a Winchester in the eye is when he says “I love you”. He looks down. His eyes are slightly shifty… almost like there is shame hidden in his eyes. WHY?
He can’t look them in the eye in this moment but he CAN for the rest of his speech. This to me, means he is admitting something secret, something he has buried. Perhaps he keeps it ambiguous because even in those last moments he can’t bare to admit something that he thinks is shameful *cough*sacred oath*cough* so he clarifies: “I love all of you”.
Not that the clarification does much except further highlight the fact that the “I love you” can be “misinterpreted” as a singular term. In Cas’s own mind he may not have realised this, but Sam and Dean sure did. Their subtle reactions (which I can’t gif hunt for right now) prove the difference as well. To consider Cas’s thought process here, I would say that that first “I love you” WAS meant for Dean, but Cas didn’t WANT to make it clear. He wanted to get it off his chest, but he didn’t want Sam and Mary to know what he actually meant at the time. Hence his looking down at that moment. The “I love you” was far more difficult for him to say than “I love all of you”.
I want to stress here that I don’t want any of you feeling disheartened by this. It was a confession of love. That much is true. This has shown just how far Cas has come since he first graced our screens. His character development is overwhelming. I certainly wasn’t expecting this confession any time soon, this is an amazing development and has added to the building blocks in place for destiel. We have our foundations down already, we have already started laying the bricks, soon we will have everything in place and it will start coming together in a way that everyone will be able to tell what it is.
Consider where we were just one season ago? We have come so far. These writers are building up to it. Its hard not to be impatient especially when they continue to shove all this ambiguity at us I get that, but honestly? We are doing far better than any of us could have predicted at the start of the season let alone at the end of season 10.
Lastly, if in doubt, do what I did. Go on AO3 and check out the tag for the 12x12 coda’s. It is glorious. So fucking glorious. You guys amaze me with your talent. We would not have had all those amazing and extremely believable-in-canon stories 1 week ago were it not for this ambiguous little “I love you”. That, my friends, is one hell of an accomplishment.
It's all about Barbie - Chapter 3 (Trixya)- Djoodi
A/N: Hey guys! I’m back back back again :) And I’m sorry that it took some time for me to get this one done, but school is back so I don’t really have a lot of time to write! But I’m so happy to see that people left some really positive feedback! <3
If you haven’t read chapters 1 and 2 they are here: chapter 1; chapter 2! And I created a sideblog (but I suck so bad at using tumblr so I’m already sorry for my mistakes lol)!
Also, VicThirteen was the nicest person™ and helped me as a beta! Thank you so much <3
In the depths of the Morgan Hill State Forest it was slient. Peaceful. Only noises that were heard was the soft yet pinching sounds of insects or the owl’s famous hoot. The moon shining in all it’s glory and the stars dotting the dark sky with lights. That night turned into a change of events.
Meanwhile, a park ranger was just about to end his shift when he spots a tiny star moving in the sky.
‘Huh, a shooting star.’ He thought. The star then flew faster to the surface, making it a huge fireball. The ranger ran outside to see the ‘star’ up close. He took out his phone to captured everything. It then landed on the ground, flying him back and leaving the phone cracked a bit.
The star was acutally a black metal ball. What came out was a hooded figure. It got out of the ball and moved to the forest’s center, spear in their hands. The ranger gets up and reaches for his laser in defense.
“Hello? I’m going to ask you to put down the spear and put your hands up where I can see them.” The hooded figure didn’t respond nor obey. Instead it made a circle motion in the air while stomping its feet in rhythm.
“Listen bud, I ain’t gonna ask you again-”
Suddenly, a giant red owl swooped out of the trees and attacked the ranger, pecking his body and swallowing him whole. The hooded figure walked towards it and pats its head.
“Lovely work, my dear Gerard.” The voice was feminine and slick. The woman let down her hood, fierce purple makeup and fabulous jet-black hair. The owl then noticed the phone and ate it as well. She smirks in delight.
“This place is the perfect spot, but what’s a queen without her throne?” She cackles and stabs the spear in the center, causing a tall crystal tower to erupt. It was as tall as the trees, the black color blending into the night. Gerard flew up to the balcony and settled down. When the woman arrived in her bedroom, she was faced with a huge mirror with different buttons and switches. She presses one: ‘Invisibility’.
“There. Now to release the news to the boss.” She pressed another button: Call. A microphone was presented on the mirror.
“Man Downstairs, please.” The mirror then reveals another hooded figure, this time more terrifying and dramatic.
“Who is this?” The voice was deep and croaky.
“Serena Witchclock, sir! I’m at the location New York, all secure. I put it on Invisible so no one can see us!” The man grunts in conformation.
“Excellent. Now, you will bring the slave alive, not dead. Do not fail me, unless you would like to spend you time in the Suffer Ring with the others.” Serena shook her head in fear.
“No sir! Trust me, I won’t let you down.”
“Let’s hope so…” He then signs out. Serena walked to the balcony and smirked.
“Tonight, my dear Gerard, we’ll have some real fun.” The owl was snoring peacefully, making Serena huff and shake him.
“Gerard! Wake up! Wake up this instant! Wake up! Wake up…”
I woke up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily at the yell. I turn to see my alarm clock, blinding me with its red LED lightning.
“Wake up, sleepyhead! Wake up!” I groaned and unplugged the horrid object. Note to self, destroy alarm clock if needed. Suddenly my cat, Butterscotch, came through the door and cuddled on my lap.
“Sorry bud, but I gotta get dressed. Trip to the park today.” I said, setting him down. I opened the door to head towards the bathroom. I washed up, got dressed, and looked in my mirror. I may seem like your average teen but there’s a slight twist…I have purple eyes. And no one has ever seen a person with purple eyes. I try not to worry much about them, but every now and then I questioned them. Was it a illness? Disease? Symptom? I decided to ask after school.
I ran downstairs to see my mother in the kitchen, cooking pancakes and eggs. Now, imagine the most beautiful person you ever seen in your life. Mom was a billion more beautiful than them. Her long, hazelnut hair in a bun, perfect figure, slight makeup, and awesome fashion sense. She can be a model for New York and Company if she never had me.
She spotted me and kissed me on the cheek, giving me my plate.
“Good morning, Imani. You’re up early.” I ate my breakfast in a hurry and set in it the sink.
“I know, I’m just trying to get in and out of school so spring break can finally start.” She laughed, a hearty one and handed me my backpack.
“See you later.” I kissed her cheek then see Butterscotch, pouting slightly. I rolled my eyes and kissed his cheek, him meowing in satisfaction.
“And you two, butter boo.” I closed the door behind me and walked into the streets of downtown New York City. The small noise level, cars riding down the road, various people doing various things, the vintage stores, to you this may sound unbelievable, but to me it sounds like home sweet home. I plugged in my headphones and set on Alone Together by Fall Out Boy. Oh, how I love Patrick’s sweet and smooth voice.
After ten minutes of walking, I arrived at the bus stop. I sat down next to a old lady with a gold pocket book. She turned to me with a questioning look.
“Oh, hi. That's…a nice purse, ma'am.” I Said, trying to make conversation. She smiled fondly and caressed my face for a few seconds then turned away. Okay, maybe a few people are a little unusual now and then.
When the bus came, I see a girl with a teal jumper saving me a seat. I smiled and hugged her in surprise.
“Ah! Imani, you scared me!” I laughed and sat down as the bus moved.
“Jodie, you should know by now I’m full of surprises.” Jodie rolled her eyes and got out her phone. I watched as she pulled up a video.
“What’s that?” I asked. She then showed me a camera video of two boys staring at a ball of metal implanted in the ground. They giggled and laughed until a huge creature attacked them all. It walked towards the camera and screamed, leaving it pitch black.
“I hear that the government is coming down this weekend to check it out. They’re trying to capture the beast and get some information on the ship. Aliens do exist, I tell you!” she shook my shoulder in excitement. As we got off the bus, she started to run her mouth on full speed. Now, I’m not a huge fan of cyrptozoology, but Jodie belives in everything. Mermaids, Mothman, Bloody Mary, you name it. People call her 'Jumpy Jodie’ which isn’t that creative of a insult.
We finally reached NY Middle School, the only private school in the city which isn’t suprising. With the broken bricks, spray paintings with strong language, and food bags all over the place it looks like a badly funded jail.
Various kids were at the buses, their bags and sercet phones in pockets. A plump woman headed over to me and Jodie with a raged expression
“Imani! Jodie! Where have you two been? Bus G-12 were waiting for you two all morning!” Jodie squeaked and slumped her shoulders in shame.
“We’re so sorry, Mrs. Patrica. Won’t happen again, promise!” She huffed and went in the bus. I held her hand and lead us to the bus. We sat in a empty two seater and Jodie got out her Beats, setting it on calming music to block out the noises. She instantly fell asleep on my shoulder after 5 minutes. I smiled at her and slipped my hands into hers.
“You do know that’s weird, right?” I turned to see a girl with the brightest pink jewelry in the world. Sophia Jenson. Head cheerleader, Instagram celebrity, and a straight up Heather Chandler. She looked at us and laughed.
“Holding her hand like that, it’ll look like you two are a couple or something. It’s disgusting.” I gently pushed Jodie to the other side to face Sophia. Quick rule in New York: to prove that you’re not afraid in a battle, you look the person in the eyes to show no fear or mercy.
“So what? You got a problem with that?” Sophia scoffed like it’s the most obvious question in the world.
“Of course I do! At least do your stupid cuddling somewhere I can not see it, okay?” God, how I wanna rip those stupid pearls off her neck and shove them right up her…nevermind.
“Oh! How foolish of me. Yesterday was your birthday, right? I just have a quick last minute gift for you..it’s in here…hold on..here it is!” I then shoved a certian bird in her face. Sophia snarled and turns away. I smiled and enjoyed the rest of the ride.
Few hours later we arrived at the Morgan Hill State Park. Most of the kids went to find the spaceship, including Jodie.
“Come on, come on, come on! We’re almost there!” Soon we saw a group of kids chattering and taking pictures behind the DO NOT CROSS tape. Police, SWAT, detectives, everyone was here. One of them told us to head back to safe grounds. They all groaned.
“But the aliens!”
“This isn’t fair!”
Suddenly, a huge scream echoed through the forest, leaving everyone quiet. The police rushed the group to safety while everyone else followed to the sound. I, however, hid in the bushes to make sure no one see me. Now it’s just me and the ship. All alone.
'Don’t do this Imani, do not. You know this will not end well, stop your tracks!’ I ignored the voice in my head and crawled under the tape. I carefully walked towards to it and saw inside. Lots of buttons and switches are in it. A scan then scanned my body and the machine went bright purple.
“Queen’s offspring discovered.” A metal hand then came up to me. I backed up in shock.
“Come on, Imani. Come inside.” I was beyond confused. How did this machine know my name? 'Queen’s offspring?’ Was that royalty or something?
Suddenly, the same echo was louder and louder until I was faced with a humongous owl. It tackled me to the ground, try to peck my face. I screamed and punched it in the face. The owl screeched again and bit my face leaving a scar. I howled in pain and saw a knife near the ship. I did another punch in its eyes and ran towards the wepon. I jumped on the huge bird and stabbed it multiple times, its screeches making my head hurt. The owl was finally dead and fell to the ground. I breathed heavily, trying to process what happened. I heard another scream and I turned around, seeing the group of kids, police, and teachers right behind me.
“Imani! Are you alright?! What happened?!” I was about to answer when these werid messages started to flash in my eyes.
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I started to stumble all a little and fell on the ground. The last image I saw was Jodie running towards me, crying helplessly.
What happens when the reader arrives at the sancuntary after Negan has taken her with him after the line-up?
Because I am following the shows storyline I wrote parts to the other episodes as well that are connected BUT they are all written the way that you can read them separate from each other! :)
part 1 is about the final scene of season 6 part 2 is about the first episode of season 7
(Well, unfortunately there was no Negan in this episode but this third part is for what happens in the meantime so that its no problem to stay true to the storyline that will await us in the next episode.)
“We’re there soon, Sweetheart”, you heard Negan amused say. You were still sitting in the car that should bring you to the sanctuary. And you still heard their screams in your head. They just wouldn’t stop. In this horrible night, the man that had killed two parts of your family, had taken you with him because he thought you had a better use than just working for him like the others. And exactly that man had his arm resting around your body, his hand on your waist while you were nothing else than disgusted by him. By what he did last night. And by what you thought he was else capable of doing. Your head were full of thoughts, full of fear and full of grief. You worried about your brother Daryl. Was he already at the Sanctuary? And if yes, what would they do to him? Before your thoughts and questions could torture you even more you saw how you were entering the sanctuary. “Welcome to your fucking new home, Sweetheart”, said Negan chuckling. That would never be your home. You would never accept this place as your home. Your home was Alexandria no matter what happened. And some day you would return. At least that was what you wished for.
You snuggled your head into the soft collar of your leather jacket. It had been a gift of Daryl. He had found it on a run while you were still living in the prison and since then it was your favorite piece of clothing. Somehow it made you feel comfortable and safe.
“Which room does she get?”, you heard the guy say that drove the car. You had heard how Negan called him Simon and he was exactly the guy, who had also tortured the man when the saviors were trying to stop you from getting to Hilltop with the RV. “The closest free room to mine”, said Negan smirking, while you saw Simon laughing. ”Not the one of your wives?”, asked Simon. Wives? Did this man own a damn harem or what?! What the fucking hell was wrong with him?! ”Hell no Simon. She’s too good for that, you think I want her to fucking deprave?! Nah, she’s gonna be something fucking special”, said Negan with this weird undertone, so that you didn’t even want to know what he meant with special. “Should I..” “Nah, Simon. I’ll bring her to her room”, interrupted Negan his right hand man while he winked at you. “We’re gonna grow real fucking close”, he whispered in your ear while you felt your blood freeze. The car stopped and Negan pulled you out with him while you realized how weak your legs still were. Negan grabbed you by your waist as you entered the Sanctuary, The light in the floors was dimmed and cold, which made you feel even more uncomfortable. But the light matched the picture you had of Negan, so cold as it was. At the end of the floor you saw people that immediately knelt as they saw Negan. What the heck was that again? You saw Negan smirking as he saw the reaction of his followers as he pushed your body against his. The floor became a little bit nicer as he stopped before a door. It opened and you could see inside. It was light-flooded because of a window at the end of it and had a double bed inside. You couldn’t see more than that yet. “Well Sweetheart, unfortunately I have a whole lot of fucking stuff to do, but don’t worry my whole fucking evening is reserved for you only”, he said chuckling as you stepped inside the room. ”We’re gonna have so much fun, Sweetheart”, he said capturing you again with his intense glance, as he smirked once more. Then he left, still chuckling with his bat over his shoulder that had Glenns and Abrahams blood on it. You let yourself fall on the bed and looked around you. Cozy would be exaggerated but it could’ve been worse.
Your room in Alexandria was the coziest room you ever slept and lived in. It had this huge bed with uncountable pillows on it and the softest blanket you had ever slept in. A thing like a bed, a simple bed that kept you warm and comfortable while sleeping had become something extreme luxurious and unrealistic before you came to Alexandria. Of course you knew that it was nowhere safe. You also always kept a knife under your pillow, just in case. But no matter what, Alexandria was a home to you where you might have been not completely save but at least it gave you the opportunity to rest. It gave you the opportunity to heal your wounds, the mental and physical ones. And only one night had ripped them all open and had given you new ones.
Your glance fell on a door, where you assumed a bathroom behind. You walked over, opened it and looked in a small room that had a shower, a sink with a mirror, a window and a toilet in it. You decided to take a shower, maybe that would help to clear your head and at least get a little rid of the thoughts that tried to overwhelm you again and again.
The water pelted down on you but your head just kept pounding. A day ago everything was normal, everything was okay and everyone was alive. It all seemed so unreal, so unbelievable. You had gone through a lot since this whole thing started, but the last night could compete with all of it. The pictures of their smashed heads and your mentally destroyed friends just wouldn’t disappear, you felt your breath become heavier again and your heart pumped faster and louder. Your head felt like it would explode any second. You stopped the shower, quite contrary to what you were used to, the shower didn’t help this time, the loud down pelting water just made it worse. You put your clothes back on and as you came into the bedroom again, you saw a basket with apples stand on a small table. For now you couldn’t eat a thing, but at least you had something if your hunger came back.
You laid down on the bed and looked out of the window that was pointing to the woods. The trees behind the window swung slightly in the wind and somehow they began to calm you down. You knew that you had to keep on fighting. Thats also what Abraham and Glenn would want. It was not in your nature to just give up and you also wouldn’t this time.
You jolted up as you heard heavy steps on the floor. For the last hours you just laid on the bed, looking outside the window, fighting your thoughts, thinking about your friends and your brother and watching how the bright sunlight turned into the dimmed dusk light. But now you were standing straight trying to prepare for something you couldnt prepare for.
The door hit open and you directly saw into Negans grinning face. He had bloods splatters on his cheek and you didn’t want to know if it was walker or human blood. As he saw your shocked glance his grin became wider and he walked closer to you letting the bloody Lucille down on the ground. You knew that this was going to happen, you knew it from the very beginning. But you had forced yourself to not think about it. Your problem was definitely not that he was unattractive, if you had to be honest he was actually really good-looking, but that didn’t change a thing on how disgusting you found him.
With every step he came closer your heart beated faster and your breath got heavier. He stood finally before you and pulled you closer against his body, taking your chin with one hand and before you could even look at him he pressed his lips on yours. Before he could continue kissing you, you pulled away and bumped into the wall behind you. Shaking his head chuckling he came closer again. “Damn Sweetheart”, he muttered with a big grin on his lips. He didn’t seem aggressive but you didn’t know how fast that could change. And that scared you. His intense glance captured you again and you couldn’t let go of it.
As he came again so close to you that not even a paper could fit between you, you had the urge to take a step back but you couldn’t. The wall was directly behind you and there was no possibility for you to escape. You hated to have that kind of feeling and you felt panic coming up in you. Your breath became even heavier as Negan took your head in his both hands. “Please don’t hurt me”, you blustered out with a slightly whimphering voice. You hadn’t your voice under control anymore, you were trembling and you were afraid about what would happen in the next minutes. “Listen Sweetheart, I’m neither gonna hurt nor rape you. Who do you fucking think I am?!”, he asked loud raising his eyebrows seeming like he was actually offended. Someone that laughs while he bashes peoples heads, was what you thought. You couldn’t get a word out of your mouth. Your glance went over to the bat that was laying on the floor leaving it blood daubed. “Not gonna push or force you to do anything with me, just say no if you don’t fucking want to and we stop right here but let me tell you: You’ll fucking miss out on some fucking great shit. I’m gonna treat you like the lady you fucking are. You’ll fucking enjoy it”, he said grinning. If you would do it, came through your head, maybe you’d lower the risk that he would hurt another one of your friends or your brother. And if you wouldn’t… who knew if his anger against them would rise, doesn’t matter what he was saying now. And having one more of them hurt was the last thing you wanted. “Alright", you stumbled quietly. He smirked brighter before he began kissing you rough again. Before you realized what else he was doing you found yourself laying in the bed, Negan hovering smirking above you.
What the heck were you doing? Everything about this were absurd, that couldn’t be real. It couldn’t be real that you were sleeping with the man that killed two of your friends just several hours ago. Why was this world so fucked up?
As the feeling of some kind of pleasure came up in you, you tried to fight it back immediately. You shouldn’t feel joy or pleasure sleeping with him. It should feel everything else than joyful.
What happened here were so wrong and you began to feel even disgusted by yourself.
He finally rolled off of you, laid down next to you breathing heavy and pulling you closer to him before you heard his breath becoming really calm and slow. You looked at him. He was asleep.
As soon as you were sure that he was sleeping deep enough you freed yourself from his arm and moved your body slightly away from him.
You didn’t need him that close know.
Slowly you began to doze off.
Blood. Everywhere was blood. Screams made your head pound. Your own scream echoed through the dark as you saw your friends on the ground. Their lifeless bodies that were surrounded by their blood. Not just Glenn and Abraham were laying there. No. All of them. Your heart cramped together. The urge to gag was unbearable. And your breath was uncontrollable. You were a sobbing mess as you fell on your knees next to your brothers corpse. The screams in your head became louder and louder mixed with a dark laugh. You wanted to escape this nightmare but you couldn’t.
You didn’t know how long you were trapped in this nightmare but at some point it stopped and you got drawn in your sleep again and the screams vanished.
When you woke up you found yourself laying in Negans arms. He had somehow grabbed you while you were sleeping and now you were facing his chest that went calm up and down as he breathed.
How peaceful even someone who kills people with a baseball bat could seem when he was simply sleeping. You remembered the last night. You couldn’t deny that you had felt pleasure, as much as you wanted to. If it would at least lower the risk that someone important to you would get hurt you could live with that. You tried to create some space between your two bodies as you heard Negan drowsy chuckling. You froze immediately. “Oh Sweetheart, you should appreciate that a little more”,you heard him say chuckling as he pulled you closer. You should what?
“You should have seen yourself. Sobbing like you did over the two fucking pricks. Had a nightmare you poor thing, huh?”, you heard him chuckle.
You just muttered a quiet “Yes”. “That was fucking intense! And you know what? As soon as you laid in my arms you fucking stopped”, He called out obviously amused. He raised your chin so you had to look at him. “Seems like you like me more than you show”, he said chuckling.
You glared at him which made him chuckle even more. “Sooner or later you won’t get enough of me", he said grinning with his deep voice while he kept staring into your eyes. His glance wandered to your throat and your collar bones. You were about a hundred percent sure that he had left hickeys there, because it seemed like he was admiring his work right now. You didn’t want them on your body, they disgusted you. You didn’t need something that kept reminding you about what you had done with him. He licked over his bottom lip and switched between looking into your eyes that were filled with hatred and his work. “Well Sweetheart, I guess I’ll have to freshen that up before we visit Alexandria”, he said smirking.
tadaaaa here it is my first ever scotty x reader story, i hope i did well on the accent. theres gonna be three parts of this; this one, a smutty one and one on the events after altamid. more notes are on the end ENJOY^^
This is set
in between the time that the enterprise docks at Yorktown and leaves Yorktown
enterprise began nearing Yorktown base scotty grew more nervous with each
minute that passed “what if she doesnea
like me? What if I am nae what she expected?” he thought. He had met you
only two months ago through a forum created especially for engineers, he had
read your paper about the engineering behind the Yorktown starbase and was
simply fascinated by it. He had immediately contacted you and the two of you
started talking, heck he even started to have feelings for you. Scotty sighed “if only I wasnae this old”.
“BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP” Your alarm bleared
loudly. With a sigh, you turned around to turn it off, when you looked at the
time you were shaken wildly awake “fuck
it’s already 11:00 I promised to meet scotty at 11:30” you jumped out of
bed and ran to your closet it was a 15-minute walk from where you lived so you
couldn’t waste any more time. You chose a gorgeous red dress that hugged your
figure perfectly along with black gladiator style sandals, checking yourself
one more time in the mirror you decided that you looked perfect.
arrived at the docks the enterprise wasn’t there yet, but there was already a
small crowd forming. Eagerly waiting to catch a glimpse of the flagship from
the fleet, not that you could blame them. God that ship was magnificent, those
beautiful ample nacelles and that powerful warp core. “scotty sure is lucky to work on that ship, l the things that I would do
to even get to see her engine room” as you were thinking this the
enterprise had arrived at the dock and was made ready for the gangway to attach
so the personnel could leave the ship. Your phone beeped, you looked down to
see Scotty’s name flashing on the screen “I
sure hope ya ready for me lass” you smiled and texted back:” haha I’m ready when you are mr Scott ;)”
He was sure
this was it, this was going to be the moment that you saw him and ran away. “do nae think like that mont, Y/N would nevae
be that shallow. Right?” while he
was summing up all the reasons why you would run and never talk to him again,
he was walking down the gangway. Ready to meet you for the first time, ready to
meet the woman that had stolen his engineering heart with her paper. The
gangway ended into an open space, the ceiling let the light trough that shone
on the water above. Scotty looked around to see if he could find you and there
you were, you were even more beautiful in person. Your red dress clung
perfectly around your body, your H/C hair was caught in the artificial Yorktown
wind and you looked like an angel. While Scotty was still gathering courage to
go up to you and say hi, you turned around and found him staring at you. Chuckling
you went up to him and extended your hand “Hi I’m Y/N you must be the famous
Montgomery Scott” surprised the accepted your hand but instead of shaking it he
gave it a chaste kiss “that’s right lass but you can call me Monty” the gesture
made you giggle “you never giggle why did
you giggle oh god what if he thinks I’m an idiot. Speak Y/N SPEAK” “Well if
you insist then I suppose you should call me Y/Nick/N”.
cannae believe what that Klingon scum said abot the enterprise” scotty said,
“so ya must understand it was for my honor that I did have to punch him” he was
watching your face while you laughed “god
she looks so adorable while she laughs” dinnertime had arrived in Yorktown
and because you were the only person scotty knew there, you had offered to take
him to a restaurant of which you knew for sure he would enjoy. “well that
Klingon must be the biggest idiot ever “you started “who calls the enterprise a
piece of scrap that should be hauled away to the nearest junkyard” you started
laughing again “I’m sorry scotty It’s just the picture of you punching a
Klingon in his face” “lass as I have told ya almost three times today, call me Monty”
he said with a wink. “sorry sorry I guess I’m just used to calling you scotty
now, I mean these past two months have been really fun” “oh no here she goes, this is gonna be the part where she all blows it
off and leaves me” scotty was completely lost in his thoughts spiraling
down and down “and I just really like you, you know? I’m so sorry if this is
totally inappropriate” that pulled him out of his thoughts “I know it’s soon
and maybe you wouldn’t like the age difference, or the fact that I’m still
working here on Yorktown although I do have put in a request to be transferred
to a starship” you started rambling “wow wow hold on their lass, you like me?
You like like me?” at that question you nodded to him “yes Monty, I like like
you. I guess I have for a while now” “well that’s just great” scotty bellowed
“excuse me? “you asked. Scotty put his hand your own one that had been lying on
the table “I like ya too lass, very much so. What do ya say we get out of here
to somewhere more private?” he almost whispered to you “well I’d say I would
like that very much mr Scott”
thats it for now, let me know if you have a request for a story or want to be added to my scotty or my general star trek taglist
Evan Rachel Wood, known for her leading role as a heroine and oldest host in the HBO Original series Westworld, as well as her roles in films Thirteen, The Wrestler, TV series True Blood and the mini series Mildred Pearce. Her covetable award-winning catalog of acting roles barely highlights her deep rooted musical background she evolved at a very young age.
We get a squint of her prolific vocal talent as the star of the 2007 musical film ‘Across the Universe‘ as she covers 1960’s Beatles songs.
Fast forward to 2017; Evan and Zach chat with novelist Laura Albert about the inspiration for their debut album and the journey of writing songs whilst juggling an intense acting career.
Rebel and a Basket Case an edgy, 80’s inspired electro –pop duo who are reclaiming inspirational moments from their teenage music icons, The Breakfast club, Karaoke and verve for all that is a unicorn world.
Interview by Laura Albert
Laura: I very much love Westworld. Has the unfurling story which seems a constant peeling back of identity, seeped into your musical world?
Evan: Zach and I wrote a lot of the album while I was in production and while we were on a short hiatus. Playing that character definitely gave me a new found strength that trickled over into our music I’m sure. So many themes on the record have to do with overcoming oppressive situations and West World is very much the same.