#i should probably interact w that but i’m j gonna let it sit

[sombreboy]

Unsullied | yandere!pjm (E)

▎ 18+ / Explicit ▎ xtremity; 8 ▎ pairing: PJM x Y/N ▎ genre: pwp smut, dubcon, yandere, some angst, tiny amount of fluff ▎ word count: 7.4k ▎ warnings: heavy stockholm syndrome, stalking, cursing, sadistic!jimin, possessive/obsessive/delusional behavior, toxic relationship, manipulative!jimin, mentions of malnourishment, innocent/virgin!y/n, he calls you babygirl a lot, daddy kink, unprotected sex, dirtytalk, dubcon, mentions of blood, impegnation kink, fucking while pregnant, spanking/whipping, bruising, rough sex, oral/facefucking, choking, exhibitionism, forced voyerism, angst, death of side character(member), vague descriptions of murder. Idk if I’ve covered all warnings, but basically; don’t read this if you’re sensitive to any of these things.

A/N: This is from an older rp of mine with 🍎anon, some of you might recognize it! I know many of you missed it and asked about it..so, here it is. ♡

"Jiminie!" You shouted through the door of the locked room you had been caged inside of, "You can't do this to me! I'm not a toy you can keep locked up and play with whenever you like... I have friends, family, they will search for me! Please Jimin, just let me go!’’

Jimin was sitting on the floor, leaned against the wall outside of your room, glancing over at the locked door.

He sighed before responding, “It’s for your own good, Y/N! The last time I let you out, you tried to run away, I simply can’t risk that again. Don’t you understand?! You’re safer with me! I can take care of you!”

You made your way to the queen-sized bed. Jimin had the room decorated just for you, and you had to admit, it was beautiful, you couldn't deny that. Hand-painted flowers on the walls, a fireplace in the corner, a bookcase with all of your favorites and a big window, locked of course, showing the green forest outside. You had resisted giving in to Jimin for months now, but you started to get tired and lonely.

Maybe you should just give up even though you’re scared?

"Jimin. I don't want to be alone.", You began to cry, your voice breaking as you spoke.

Jimin got up to stand by the door, placing his hand on it to let his fingers smooth over the strong material it was made of. He hated to hear your cries, he hated that you continuously rejected him.

But he was patient. He knew you’d give in eventually.

Or at least, he hoped, “Y/n… shh, you’re not alone, okay? Hear me? I’m here. I’ve always been here, y/n… you’ve got me.”

You heard Jimin’s soft, reassuring words. But.. you also remembered times when he hadn't been that gentle.

A few days after Jimin had brought you here you'd hit him in an attempt to escape. You hadn't made it very far. He'd been furious and chained you to the bed, screaming at you for not being obedient.

But that was months ago now. And… well, maybe it had been your own fault.

Jimin just wanted to protect you, didn't he? Maybe it wasn't so bad to be loved by him? "Jimin...Please come.." You sobbed by now, begging for him to comfort you.

A wolfish grin pulled on his lips. Did he finally break you? Did he finally make you realize that nobody would ever love you as much as he does?

“I’m coming, angel, don’t cry.” He cooed, hurrying to unlock the door and step inside, eyes instantly finding you curled up on your bed. He’s missed seeing your face like this, otherwise only being able to see you through the monitors in the hidden cameras, or the vague interactions of placing the occasional plate of food in your room.

He jogged over to sit down next to you, hands cupping your cheeks to examine your face, “I’m here, my love.”

You felt Jimin’s hands caress your cheeks, eyes fluttering open to look at him. It felt so good to be close to someone again after all this time spent in isolation. You raised your hands, weak after being malnourished, and drove your fingers gently through Jimin’s soft hair.

‘‘My sweet, dear angel…” Jimin muttered, a small smile on his lips at your willingness to touch him. He would’ve groaned in joy at the way your fingers felt through his locks.

He swipes your dried tears off your cheeks with his thumbs, hands moving to wrap around your small frame in his embrace, pulling you close to press your face into his chest. He inhales your scent, the vague scent he loved so much still there.

You stiffened a bit when you were pushed against Jimin's chest. But, you thought, it felt quite nice. Jimin’s embrace was warm and despite everything; you felt safe. So you relaxed and leaned in further. His own scent calming to your senses, your body melting into his warmth. 

The two of you remain like this for a while, your breathing slowly regaining it’s normalcy, tears dried long ago. Softly, he continuously combed his fingers through your hair, a soft humming vibrating in his chest, ‘’You’re okay, baby... ‘’, Jimin withdrew just enough to be able to look you in the eye, his hand holding your cheek, as if he was keeping you in place, ‘’I’ll never leave you.’’ Your doe eyes meet his, fixated on you before he draws you in for a sweet kiss. It was delicate, slow, and filled with his obsession-..affection for you.

He continued to kiss you, drawing your body closer to his… And that’s when you felt something pressing against your lower stomach. Even though you were inexperienced, you weren't stupid. If Jimin wanted you, well, maybe you should just give your all to him? So that he could trust you?

"Jiminie..." You mumbled, blushing. "I... I've never... you know... been with anyone before..."

Jimin let his hands smooth down your back until they settle at your hips, lifting you to straddle his lap. He stares up at you with a piercing gaze, but it softens with his smile, his eyes morphing into the shape of small crescent moons, “I’d be your first.’’ He shines with joy as he states this, “It’s okay, babygirl... I’ll take care of you…’’

You gasped as Jimin’s hands roamed your body. His smile told you everything you needed to know, he was pleased with you and that, maybe a bit unexpectedly, made you happy too. You moved and made yourself comfortable on his lap, met his gaze, blushed and said, "What do you want me to do... d-daddy?".

‘‘Take off your shirt, babygirl.” Jimin purred, his fingers already working to help you pull it off for you. You felt his erection grow underneath you, he had been pining for this moment for forever.

You shivered when Jimin’s fingers met your bare skin and the top was thrown on the floor. Jimin’s stare on your naked form made you shy and hesitant and you tried to cover yourself. The blush on your cheeks never ends, "J-jimin" you whispered. "Why did you choose me? W-will... you always keep me here?"

Jimin wrapped his fingers around your wrists to stop you from covering yourself, placing your hands on his shoulders. His hands move to smooth over the soft skin of your chest, his breath shaking as he exhales, “It has always been you, baby. It’s just the way it is. My heart beats for you, my entire existence is for you… and just the thought of you,” he paused as he looked frustrated from just thinking about it, “the thought of you finding the wrong path with somebody else makes me angry… so I had to show you the right path. Everyone else wants to hurt you... I don’t... I love you.”

Your eyes widened slightly at Jimin’s statement. Of course, he'd told you many times already that he loved you, but somehow it felt a bit different this time. Never before had anyone cared so much for you. You smiled shyly at Jimin and dragged your right hand from his shoulder to his collarbone and the beginning of his t-shirt, dragging it, wanting him to take it off, "No one has said such things to me before... I want to be good for you Jiminie...", you said as your arousal grew stronger.

He wasn’t used to your willingness, always had to struggle for your affection. But now, you were finally his, giving yourself over to him. He thanked the gods for making you realize that you belong with him, a smile on his face, lower lip clamped between his teeth, removing his shirt to reveal his torso for you. It was strong, he worked out frequently to make sure he would always have more stamina than you, be able to protect you if needed.. Or catch you if you attempted another escape. And when he wasn’t working out, his love for dance kept his stamina high, ‘’I will remind you every single day how much I love you, babygirl.’’

A quiet gasp pushed through your lips at Jimin’s revealed torso. Never had you allowed yourself to think so before, but well... he was truly beautiful, "But... d-daddy. What if someone starts searching for me, and takes me away from you?" With unsure hands you made patterns on his skin, drawing lower and lower. Did you really dare? Touch him... down there? You looked up again, with eyes begging for guidance.

His lips parted, a small breath in excitement at your needy eyes. Your hands felt amazing on his skin, slightly cold, but it was okay. He was gonna feed you well from now on, you’re so well behaved for him, ‘’Don’t worry about that, my love. I took care of it long ago... Nobody’s looking for you.’’ At least, that’s what he believed. He placed his hands over yours, slowly guiding your fingers down to palm his erection through his pants, ‘’Besides, I would never, ever... ever... let anybody take you away from me.’’ He growled out the words with a lower voice.

Maybe you should feel worried by Jimin’s words, a few months ago you would probably have been furious and scared. But somehow, that had changed, and now it just made you feel fuzzy inside. It also made your arousal grow even more.

You inhaled a sharp breath when Jimin’s fingers guided you to his erection. As if on instinct you palmed him through his jeans and squeezed his length softly, "Does that feel good daddy? Am I being a good girl?" You stuttered slightly, "I-I think I want... uh... to see all of you..."

Jimin moans quietly underneath your touch, nodding as he leans in to press a soft kiss on your lips, “It feels heavenly my baby girl…” he helps you this time, unzipping his pants and pulling them down along with his underwear in one go below his hips, just enough for him to expose himself, “Don’t be shy, my love, this is all yours… I’m yours… please touch me.”

Your cheeks are tinted, but you try to ignore your embarrassment since Jimin seems so comfortable in his nudity. The kiss from Jimin leaves you needy for more, so you gently meet his lips again, letting him take control. He leaves you breathless. You don't actually know what you are doing, but you're hellbent on pleasing him so that's why you place yourself between his legs and drop down to your knees. While looking him in the eyes, you carefully lick the tip of his cock, anticipating his reaction.

Jimin cooes with approval, spreading his legs for you to position yourself properly in between, “What a good, good girl you are…” He breathes out quietly, the warmth of your tongue making his breathing heavier, “Keep going, you’re doing so well.” He urges you to continue.

His approval makes you bolder. You place your hands on his thighs, caressing them softly, while trying to fit more of his cock in your mouth and sucking gently. While you keep looking Jimin in the eyes, you see so much emotion. How could you ever have thought that they portrayed anything but love? If you love someone, you protect them from harm, and that was what Jimin had done. You were grateful, "Daddy... my panties feel sticky..." you mumbled.

Jimins jaw went slack, mouth hanging open in awe as he stared down at you in admiration, “You’re so fucking pretty.” He praised, one hand caressing your cheek before it moves to gently run his finger through your hair. Brittle, weak. But he would fix that. He was gonna give you your strength back now that you deserved it. He cooes at your little shy comments, “My little babygirl is wet already? You want me that badly, hm?”

You'd decided. Since Jimin had done so much for you, you'd do this for him. You nodded, "Mhm, daddy, I'm ready. I-I need you."

Jimin smiles at your words, grabbing onto your arms to pull you back up into the bed. He gently lays you down on your back before positioning himself between your legs on his knees, hands softly taking their time to roam over your every curve from your torso down to your thighs, ‘’My needy girl, my beautiful y/n... my everything.’’ He breathes out quietly.

It hurts when Jimin pushes into you, you’d be lying if you told yourself otherwise. But the look he gives you, the happiness and satisfaction, makes you think it's worth it. Isn't this what everyone wants? To have someone close, that cares and loves you? How silly you were before, you think, trying to reject this. You feel Jimin’s speed increasing, fucking into you harder, almost feeling like you’re being torn apart due to the very little time you were given to adjust to his size… and something starts to stir in you. It feels good. You whimper and moan, "D-daddy...uh... p-please".

Jimin started off gently, but you felt too good, he quickly became greedy. The sweat on his chest glistens as it drips down onto you, his whiny, needy moans pushing through his lips with every snap of his hips. He was so happy to finally feel you, and for you to finally feel him, ‘’You’re so good to me, babygirl, you make me feel so good...s-shit...’’

Jimin angles your leg over his shoulder, which makes you feel him deeper than before. He finds the spot that makes you shake with pleasure, and with just a few thrusts you've lost it. You take a hold of his biceps, nails digging into his skin, surely leaving a mark. Giving in to pleasure as you've never felt before, you clamp down on Jimin’s cock- feeling it throb inside you, "Aaahh... d-daddy it feels good." You moan. "You make me... feel so so good daddy."

Jimin didn’t even attempt to remain silent, mouth hanging open in pleasure as he thrusts into you with precise, forceful movements. All the time spent working out was paying off, being able to pleasure you like this was all he ever wanted, “Yeah?’’ He loves your praise, “Tell me how much you love me, babygirl...’’ His voice was strained, his hips losing it’s precise rhythm as he feels himself getting closer, he just needs that little bit of verbal praise to get himself there, “Tell me you want to stay with me forever, f-fuck... I promise to take care of you like this every day.’’

You shake and stutter from the overstimulation and the exhaustion, but the need to please Jimin is stronger, "Y-you are the first one to make me feel this way dadd-y, and the only one who ever will. I promise to stay with you, I-I want to stay with you daddy. I'm only yours."

Jimin smiled, a wicked look on his face as he stares down at you with a possessive look, “Yes, good babygirl, you’re mine.’’ He moans in between his words, hips pushing as deep as physically possible into you, keeping himself still when he cums. He didn’t care that neither of you had any protection, relishing in the thought of possibly impregnating you. He breathes heavily, looking down at where the two of you are joined together before slowly pulling himself out, slumping down to lay down next to you, pulling you close to embrace you in his arms.

Your heart beats erratically when Jimin puts his arms around you. Bringing you as close as physically possible, as if you together are one. You feel his cum dripping out of you but can't bring yourself to care. Slowly, your eyes fluttered closed, sleep overtaking you.

~~~

You wake up before Jimin does. His arms still securely hold you into place. You glance across the room, noticing the door Jimin in his haste forgot to lock. You carefully unwrap his arms, tiptoeing across the room, and make your way downstairs...

Jimin is fast asleep, groaning quietly when you carefully untangle yourself from his arms. He grabbed a pillow, hugging it as if it was you, continuing to sleep for a little longer.

For the first time since coming, you got the chance to look around a bit in the house Jimin had brought you to. As you imagined, the kitchen was downstairs -big and bright. You strolled over to the fridge, noticing a lack of ingredients for the breakfast you wanted to make for Jimin. So you carefully went up again, put on your clothes, searched for, and found, his wallet and then made your way out the front door.

Jimin woke up when the sun was shining through the window, he sat up with a groan and rubbed his eyes, “Ah I slept in late, babygirl…” He noticed the lack of response, eyes widening as he sees you’re not here, “Y/N?!” He quickly got dressed, seeing the door wide open. He felt his heart drop, did you just lie this entire time? Did you gain his trust just to leave him, and break his heart? He felt angry, seeing you left the front door unlocked, and his wallet was missing. His anger boiled inside of him, growling out as he swung his fist into the wall, causing his knuckles to get bloody and bruised. The thought of you leaving made him feel everything at once. He was determined to bring you back and, sadly, needed to punish you for leaving… Trying to leave. He didn’t know your true intentions, however. But you should’ve known better than to leave unannounced.

The sun was shining when you were on your way back home to Jimin’s place from the local supermarket. You had found everything you wanted, even fresh strawberries! Jimin would be so happy and pleased with you, that's what you thought at least. However, when you entered through the front door, your good mood died instantly. Standing in front of you stood Jimin, fuming with anger, towering over your smaller frame, "J-jimin?" You whimpered.

“Where have you been?!” Was the first thing he growled out as he closed the door was slammed shut, pushing your back against it as he clawed at your shoulders in a tight grip, startling you so that you dropped your bags, ‘’Why did you leave me?!” He started to feel paranoid, for all he knows you would have contacted the cops. He locked the door, eyes piercing down at you and his nostrils flaring with the heavy breaths he was taking.

You didn't understand his reaction. Didn't he see that you were trying to be good for him?, "J-jimin please... you're hurting me." You said feeling his nails dig into your shoulder. With tears falling and fear in your eyes, you mumbled, "I just wanted to make you breakfast..."

Jimin’s lower lip was clamped between his teeth, so hard it almost drew blood. He had issues with his temper, and even if he heard your intentions, he was still.. So angry, “Babygirl, you can’t leave the house without me. Not with the way you look… it will draw unnecessary attention towards us, and they could take you away from me.” He looked at you, his eyes softening at your cries. He pulled you in for a hug, his bloody knuckles staining your clothes, “You promised you’d be my good girl, right?” He was trembling, with both anger and worry, his voice still stern.

His still stern voice didn't ease your fear, even though he also hugged you. When he released his arms around you, the bloody knuckles were made visible to you. You gasped and with care took one of his hands in yours and tried to meet his gaze, "I-I'm sorry Jiminie. I want to be your good girl, I really do. I'm so so sorry." Your voice broke, "I don't want anyone to take me away from you. Promise you won't let anyone take me!" You cried, tears streaming down your cheeks, feeling guilty because he had hurt himself because of you.

His eyes looked sad, as if you broke his heart, “You need to listen to me, my love.” His eyes squinted with frustration, holding your hand in his as he presses kisses against your cheek, “How can I trust you when you sneak out without me?” He kisses down to your neck, before landing a harsh bite that’ll leave a mark, “Now I have to teach you a lesson again...” he sighed, he didn’t want to keep punishing you. But it was necessary, or you would learn that it’s okay to defy him.

You instinctively tried to jump away when Jimin bit your neck, but it was useless. His hold on you was too strong. Of course you wanted his trust, but not his lessons, "Jiminie, please" you sobbed, "I won't do it again, I will behave."

But to no avail. You saw no mercy in Jimin's eyes...

Jimin shook his head, clicking his tongue before letting you go, “Take off your clothes.” He said coldly while he was picking up the bags of groceries, leaving it on the kitchen table as he waited for you to follow his instructions, “And get on your knees.”

It was as if you had two different sides. One part of you wanted to oblige to everything Jimin said, to prove worthy of his love. But then there was also a part of you that felt wronged. You hadn't done anything other than wanting to make Jimin happy, why should you be punished for that? Your thoughts made you hesitate, and therefore you didn't get down on your knees fast enough...

Jimin felt impatient, and his hands roughly pressed on your shoulders to force you down on your knees in front of him, “When I say get on your knees, you get on your knees, babygirl.”

You stumbled down, and felt bruises beginning to take form on your knees from the rough treatment. The part of you that felt wronged grew, so when Jimin took a hold of your face you instantly snatched your head away from him.

Jimin crouched down, once more grabbing your jaw between his fingers, nails digging into your cheeks, “What’s going on with you today?” He stared into your eyes, eyebrows drawn together in frustration, “Since when did you become such a bad girl? Where did my good girl go? The one that obeys me and makes me proud?”

You have no choice but to look Jimin in the eyes, disappointment in you evident. It made you whimper. You didn't really want to, but you knew it would be worse for you if you didn't comply. If this was what you had to do to gain his trust, so be it, "I'll be good daddy." You said while waiting for your punishment.

Jimin smiles, satisfied with your answer, “That’s the girl I love.”

He roughly let go of your jaw, standing up straight in front of you. “Take off my belt, and hand it to me. I’m not helping you.”

You set your gaze on Jimin's growing erection. With unsteady hands you grasp his buckle, feeling Jimin's eyes on you -watching your every move. Since your fingers are shaking it takes a few tries for you to get the buckle open. When you do, you carefully drag the belt out from his jeans and hand it to him. When you meet his eyes again... well, you feel like a prey ready to be devoured.

He tightly grasps the belt in his hand, a wicked smile on his face, “Get up,” he kicks at you with his foot, “Go and put your hands against the wall, and arch your back, show me your pretty little ass.”, He snaps the belt against his palm like a whip, tongue swiping across his teeth. It was time for your punishment.

Your legs wobble a bit when you try to stand up, but you do as Jimin says. Put your shaking hands against the wall and bend down making your ass stand out. And then you wait, whimpering, for what's to come.

“Such a well behaved babygirl for me.”, He cooed as he sauntered over to stand behind you. He doesn’t touch you, simply lets you stand there for a moment, exposed and unknowing of what’s coming and when, “You must be so embarrassed that you dared to disobey, hmm? Tell me how sorry you are.”

You whimper again, really feeling exposed in this position and also vulnerable not being able to see what Jimin is doing. With a stutter you say, "I-I just wanted to make you happy daddy. I'm sorry, I didn't think about how dangerous the outside world is, I'll never go without your permission again daddy. I promise to be obedient." While hoping this will make him ease his punishment for you.

Jimin didn’t care about your apology, he just wanted to hear your high pitched cries, relishing in how embarrassed you were to be exposed to him like this. His cock throbbed in his pants at the view, “Good... now be a good girl and don’t move an inch.”

He knows it’d be hard for you to stand like that for too long, because he wants you to fail, so he could punish you more. He whips the belt once more, this time the leather smacking against your ass, hard, immediately leaving a bruise on your skin.

You scream out loud at the feeling of Jimin’s belt against your skin. Instantly you must focus to keep your legs from giving up, "It hurts daddy" you cry.

Jimins cock throbs once more at the sounds you make, he palms himself through his pants with one hand as the other whips the belt against the plump of your ass once more, “You deserve it, don’t you? Tell me you’ve been a bad girl.”

The marks on your ass were stinging with pain. Your legs start to fail you, and you realize that you won't be able to hold them up much longer, "Daddy, I've been such a bad girl, I'm sorry. I'll always do as you say from now on, I promise!’" You try to turn your head to face Jimin and plead with him.

He loves the way your tears trickle down your cheeks, his smile sparkled with pride. His eyes were dilated with lust for you, and he steps closer, wrapping the belt around your throat with one hand as he smacks your ass with the other, pushing your chest against the wall as he pulls your neck back to lay your head on his shoulder, “I love you babygirl. You’re taking the punishment so well…. Do you want a reward? Hm? How badly do you want it?”

Jimin's belt around your neck makes you gasp for air, so much so that you start to see black spots in the outskirts of your vision. The pain is almost unbearable, but somewhere inside you feel yourself liking the rough treatment. This was Jimin’s way of showing love. After all, he only did this to protect you from your own stupid decisions, "I-I want a reward daddy, please, I'll do anything for you." You try to say while gasping for air.

Jimin had a wolfish grin on his face, letting the belt fall freely still attached to your neck, giving you his full attention with both hands as he snakes his hands around your torso to cup your breasts, playing with your nipples roughly, pinching them as he licks your cheek, ‘’My best girl, you finally earned your reward…’’ His voice was raspy with lust, rutting against your ass with his prominent bulge, making a point out of what exactly this reward was going to be.

You feel the blood rushing, making your cheeks red and you almost feel feverish. It's as if you have no control over your body, and you can't help the moan slipping out when Jimin cups your breasts and licks your cheek. His hard erection makes you wet. Lust takes over and all you can think about is that you want to feel him inside you again, "Jimin, daddy, p-please, I need you."

‘‘Again, baby? You’re so needy, I fucking love it...” He kisses down your neck, his hand travelling down to cup your pussy, his fingers teasing between your soppy folds, ‘‘What do you need, baby? Tell me, and I might give it to you.”

You want to oblige, but the words you think Jimin wants to hear feel so foreign in your mouth. But you try to put that aside and focus on the pleasure you feel from Jimin's fingers,  "I-I want to feel you inside daddy." You moan loudly when his fingers continuously tease you, "It felt so good, so... uh... good daddy, when you came in last night. Please give it to me again. D-don't you want me daddy?"

Jimin nods hurriedly, sweat forming on his forehead as he can’t keep the smile on his lips away, his hands once again travelling from your pussy to remove his pants completely, unbuttoning his shirt so it reveals his glistening torso, letting the shirt hang freely, clinging to his biceps, “Arch your back, love, show me your pretty little pussy.’’

Your dripping pussy is on display, but you're both so emotionally dried out and physically tired that you don't care about the bit of embarrassment you really feel. You turn your head, catching a glimpse of Jimin looking like a predator in his ace. Like last night, Jimin doesn't care to prepare you with his fingers. You feel the tip of his cock nudge your pussy and moan out, "Oh my god, daddy, please I just need you inside me now." You say as you try to push yourself closer to him.

“Hush, babygirl, be patient,” he smiles as he speaks, his wolfish grin never ceasing as he finally gives you want you need with a harsh thrust of his hips, filling you up with his cock in one stroke, “Ah, fuck…you’re so delicious.” He bites his lower lip, keeping his hips still as he enjoys simply feeling your tight warmth embrace his length.

Jimin’s hard thrust makes you gasp for air. You are still sore from last night, but you've come to enjoy the pain, "You feel so good inside me Jiminie, a-aah." Even though he just punished you for not being obedient, you ignore his words about being "patient" as you whimper and try to wiggle your ass to make him move.

His palm lands flat with a smack on your bruised ass when you move, his hands moving back to grasp your hips so roughly that his nails were drawing blood from your skin, pulling his cock out of you, “Are you going to be a bad girl again?” He loved the mutual pining he tortured himself and you with. He wanted to fuck you dumb right fucking now, but making you suffer and whine was one of his favorite guilty pleasures.

It feels as if your legs are giving up. If it weren't for Jimin's painfully digging fingers on your hip holding you up, you'd probably already be on the floor. Your bruised ass and Jimin's cock leaving you makes tears once again form in your eyes, "No, I'm sorry s-sir, I'll be still, be a good girl." You try to steady yourself, face against the wall, waiting, just to prove it, "C-Can I get my reward now?"

“Ahh, good girl,” he cooes, pushing himself back into you, instantly beginning a brutal phase of fucking his fat cock into you, no regards towards how weak your legs must be by now, pushing your chest against the wall and a tight hold on your hips to keep you up. Every thrust causes your body to jolt forward and smack against the wall with a thud.

It feels as if you're going to pass out in any moment, both from pain but also the immense amount of pleasure you feel from Jimin's rough thrusts. You're nearing your edge. Just one small push. Maybe you've learnt your lesson after all, because instead of doing what your body begs you to, rub your clit, you ask for permission, "Sir, please you feel too good, aa-h I'm so close. Oh, sir please make me cum. I want to cum with you inside me." No longer caring about the foul words leaving your mouth.

Jimin pushes himself as close to you as possible, fucking into you in such a way that it was as if he was trying to fuse himself with you, his heavy breath fanning your neck as he kisses it softly, a big contrast to the way he’s fucking into you, “Such a good babygirl asking so nicely,” he keeps kissing below your ear, his low moans so needy, one of his hands snaking down to rub your clit in precise, swift circles, “Cum around my cock, my love, please.”

He wasn’t a begging type of guy, but saying please made his insides stir, making you feel like you were needed, an illusion of you having even a small amount of power over him.

Hearing Jimin beg and his expert hands on your clit is all it takes for you to let go and cum. You can't help but scream when the ecstasy spreads through your body. Your legs are finally giving up, you're like a doll in Jimin's hands. Despite not having any energy left, you still feel the immense need to be good for Jimin. As your pussy is clutching around his cock you say, "Sir, p-please I want to feel you cum inside. Fill me up, o-oh sir, put a baby in me and show everyone who I belong to."

Jimin moans loudly at your words, his hand on your clit moving up to wrap around your throat as his hips piston into you, greedy and needy to chase his own high, your cunt squeezing him so tight that it takes merely minutes for him to reach his peak, hips stuttering as he pushes his cock as deep inside of you as physically possible, filling you up with his cum, “I’m hoping you get pregnant, my babygirl... I’m going to cum inside of you every single day until you’re swollen with my child. Fuck, I love you so much...” he slowly rocks his hips back and forth, his cum forced to dribble out of you from his movements as he whimpers from oversensitivity, guiding your lips to his in a sweet kiss.

With the last bit of energy you have, you meet his lips. Thinking about Jimin’s words and feeling his cum roll down the inside of your legs, you feel quite pleased. The prospect of having Jimin’s child, being bound to him forever, once would have made you terrified but now... makes you feel safe and loved. He would take care of you, both of you if it led to that. When the lust at last fades away, you take more notice of how sticky you are, "Jiminie" You mumble, "Can you help me shower?"

He picks you up in his arms, kissing your face as he walks into the bathroom. He turns on the shower, still holding you in his arms as he hugs you, “Babygirl, you’ve done so well today.”

You thrive at the praise Jimin gives you… When you're both clean, even though you'd much rather go to sleep again, you go to the almost forgotten bag with groceries you bought before. It's still daytime, maybe you'll make lunch with it instead of breakfast? You think to yourself, "Jiminie." You say, turning around to see him standing behind you with watchful eyes, "Oh, uhm, I bought strawberries. Thought I'd make pancakes, well if you'd like?" You smile timidly.

Jimin tilted his head to the side, eyes flickering between you and the grocery bags. A smile pulled on his lips, eyes squinting as he reached out to touch your cheek, very gently this time, “I’d love that. But no sharp tools.’’

You melt under Jimin's gentle touch, "I'll be careful, I promise" you say, a big smile adorning your face. Now determined to make the best pancakes ever, you get right into it. After a short while you hear Jimin leave the room.

Another few minutes pass by when suddenly you hear a serial of hard knocks on the front door, and somebody screaming your name. You recognize that voice as your best friend Jungkook. Immediately you go to the front door, unlock and open it, "Y/N!" Jungkook says, relief evident in his voice, "Oh my god, why haven't you called me?! You've been gone for months! Just leaving without a trace!"

The relief slowly turned into anger, "I almost thought you'd died." Jungkook continues,  "And then Yoongi said he saw you here in the supermarket, so I asked around until I found this house. Y/N, why did you just leave?.. You know what, It doesn't matter, come with me now!"

You're struggling to find your words, when you feel a strong presence behind you...

‘‘Who’s this?” Jimin’s strong frame was standing behind you, his hands landing on your hips to pull you closer to him. His eyes were fixed on Jungkook, he knew exactly who it was, and he remembers he really, really isn’t fond of him.

Jungkook stares at Jimin’s hand on your hip, then looks up and meets Jimin’s eyes, "A better question is, who are you?!" Jungkook says, then looks to you for guidance.

 "U-uhm." You stutter. "K-kookie, this, ehm, is m-my boyfriend, Jimin. Haven't you met, uh, before?"

Jungkook looks skeptically at Jimin, "Oh, now I remember. You're that jerk that followed Y/N around. Boyfriend, you say? Uh-huh, don't think so." Jungkook says before taking a hard grip on your forearm, preparing to drag you away from Jimin.

Jimin’s hand flies faster than you could blink to wrap around Jungkook’s wrist, his nostrils flaring and eyes glaring at where Jungkook’s hand is touching what is his. How dare he touch his babygirl? ‘‘She wants to be here. Let go.”

Jimin's strong, but so is Jungkook. With a massive force and speed Jungkook rips his wrist from the elders grip, takes a hold of you with his other hand and drags you so hard that you stumble right into his chest, "Wants to be here my ass! You're the reason Y/N disappeared! I knew she wouldn't just leave me!" Jungkook screams, with you now tightly secured against his front.

Jimin was getting angrier, and you knew that he had a hard time controlling himself if he got angry enough, ‘“Leaving YOU?! She was never yours to begin with!” Jimin laughs mockingly, eyes blown wide with craze. He takes a step closer, hand reaching out for you, “Tell him babygirl, you want to be here with me, don’t you?”

"Ha! So you mean to tell me that she suddenly left everything, for you, whom she just the days before told me she was scared of!? You're lying, and Y/N is coming with me. And don't be delusional, she was always mine.", Jungkook growls. You try to wiggle your way out of Jungkook’s grip, when you do you catch a glimpse of Jimin’s eyes. The craze swirling in them makes you scared, not so much of him, just for what he could do if he was further provoked. You feel the strong need to comfort him, assure him, of course you're his and with him is where you should be…right?

Jimin took another step forward, his hand reaching out for you, eyes fixated in a tunnel vision for you, but keeping his attention on Jungkook, “She loves me. She loves ME.” His lips were trembling, the thought of losing you and seeing Jungkook touch you was driving him towards madness, “Don’t touch my babygirl...” his voice was calm, but his eyes were growing frantic, about to snap at any second.

You tried to get out of Jungkook’s hold, you really did, but you were still so weak, and his grip was too strong, "Jungkook, please let me go." You beg, knowing Jimin was reaching his limit, "Jungkook, I want to be here! And I do love him.. I love Jimin!"

Jimin felt himself calm down slightly at your words, finally getting close enough to grab your arm to pull you towards himself. Jungkook hesitantly let you slip from his grasp. Jimin hugged you, breathing in your scent as he whispered in your ear, “Please tell him to leave, or I don’t know what I’ll do.”

Your heart is beating fast as you obey, "Jungkook, thank you for looking out for me, but really I'm fine. You can go home now, it's okay!"

Jungkook doesn't trust you, it's clear in his eyes. He looks at Jimin and says, "You're going to pay for what you've done to her."

You feel Jimin start to shake with anger, his body vibrating against yours… Suddenly, you noticed the sound of sirens coming closer and closer...

Jimin freezes at the sound of sirens, his heart pounding, and his grip around you tightening. This couldn’t be happening! “You!” Jimin snarled at Jungkook, “You got the police involved?! Huh?” He laughed as if this was funny, but he was shaking in anger, eyes frantic, “Do you really think they will believe you? She’s gonna tell them the truth! That she loves me!” He looks down at you with quivering eyes, “Right babygirl?”

Your eyes are big with shock, the police are coming?

"I-I love you Jimin." you say but the confusion you feel makes it sound hesitant.

"I saw the bruise on her neck." Jungkook says, ignoring your words, and you automatically move your hand to your neck where the bite mark from the earlier punishment is evident.

"And I'm sure they will find even more marks on her body.. It's okay Y/N, He's not going to hurt you anymore." Jungkook says once again reaching for you, the sirens sounding just outside now.

Jimin flinched at the uncertain tone of your voice, his hands cupping your face, “You do love me. You can’t let them take me…” his voice grew desperate, his anger fuming up again, “Fuck!” He let go of your face to hold you in his arms, moving so that he was shielding you from Jungkook, “Don’t fucking take her away from me again.”, He was saying this out in the air, towards nobody. His body was clinging on to yours, refusing to let go.

You feel as if you're watching the events that happen from a different perspective, not really comprehending what's going on. Jimin’s arms felt like he was going to crush you, that’s how strong his hold was.

Then suddenly, someone tries to drag you away, but Jimin doesn't let go, more policemen come -together trying to separate you and Jimin. After a struggling push and pull, they eventually succeed. You hear Jungkook calling your name from somewhere, but more clearly than anything you hear a furious scream erupting from Jimin’s throat as they take him away from you.

Jimin fights back, the policemen struggling to keep him down, needing three to four men to keep him in control as they pull him towards the police car, cuffing his hands behind his back, “Baby! Say something! Fuck!” His eyes flicker over to Jungkook, crazed as he laughs, “You are gonna regret this! She’s never gonna love you like she loves me! And she will crawl straight back to me as soon as she gets the chance!” Jimin cooes, smiling as he gets shoved into the car. His eyes focus back on you, mouthing ‘I love you’ before the car takes him away. This was the last time you saw Jimin for a long while.

~~~

"Shouldn't you at least eat something?” Jungkook asks, not really expecting an answer. Weeks have passed since they took Jimin away, and you still don't know how to comprehend what had happened. You just feel... empty. Jungkook made you stay at his place, scared of what you'd do if left alone. You go to therapy, ‘stockholm syndrome’, the doctors explained. But that's not what you're thinking about now. In your hands you hold a pregnancy test, showing two lines, "I'm pregnant with Jimin's child." You say out loud.

~

Jimin was staring out the window, he’s been in prison for weeks now. They forced him to be evaluated, endless therapist sessions and anger management. If he behaved well, he would be released within a few months. Jimin knew this, he was an excellent actor, and a charming face. He played along, becoming the model student of good behavior as he counted down the days before he could finally come back to you. He’s been working out often to keep his mood swings in check, his one of few outlets for his energy. He sighs, combing his fingers through his hair before being called for his next anger management session.

Just a little bit longer.

~

You're on your way home from the latest therapy session. The doctor says that you've made progress. Told you, and made you repeat to yourself, that what Jimin did to you was wrong. He didn't love you; it was just an unhealthy obsession. You've said it so many times now that you almost believe it. As the months have passed, your baby bump has grown to be more and more apparent. You still live with Jungkook. A few weeks ago he proposed to you, promising to be a good father to your child. You said yes, to make him happy, and a ring now adorned your finger. You feel raindrops starting to fall, hurrying home.

Failing to notice the shadow that followed you.

~

Jimin was finally released yesterday, and ever since he got out his main focus was to find you.

And he did. Easily. It was a piece of cake for him.

It was a rainy night when he decided to stalk you throughout the evening. You looked healthier. Fuller. You were gorgeous. His babygirl was beautiful. The rain was starting to pour down, he pulled the hood over his head as he slowly followed you to your new home that he recognized as Jungkook’s. His temper was already running low. But he wasn’t surprised.

The rain had started to pour, so you were dripping when you came in through the front door, "Y/N?" Jungkook shouted from the living room. "Yes, I'm home." You took off your wet coat and shoes, when you heard a gentle knock on the front door. Without hesitation you opened it, and the face that met yours almost made you faint right on the spot...

“Babygirl...” Jimin smiled when you opened the door, the familiar pet name rolling off his lips as he took a step inside, inviting himself. His hair had grown longer, curly locks framing his angelic face, his body firmer from working out. His gaze quickly fell down to your baby bump, his eyes squinting and eyebrows furrowing. He didn’t say anything, as if expecting you to explain yourself.

You can't believe your eyes. The pet name makes you shiver, your legs feel weak and you can barely hold yourself up. How could he be here? The shock makes you stutter, "J-jimin?" Your hands, with the engagement ring visible, automatically go to protect your round belly. But it's as if the months of therapy sessions just disappeared, and your need to please Jimin washed over you as if he never left. You see the question in his eyes and make yourself answer, "I-I'm pregnant." You take a deep breath, "It's yours".

“Mine?” Jimin whispers, almost as if in disbelief. He takes a step forward to you, hand reaching out for your baby bump, “I’m going to be a father…” a smile curled on his lips, he took another step forward to put his hands on yours, lifting up the one with the engagement ring on it, examining it with a growing frown and confusion, “What’s this? You’re married?” Jimin touched you so casually, as if you still belonged to him, and you could see his gaze darkening while he’s waiting for you to respond.

Somewhere there's a voice inside you telling you to get the hell away from Jimin, but you also know that it wouldn't matter. He'd just hold harder onto you. You curse the ring on your finger, trying to come up with some sort of explanation. Your mouth is dry and you struggle to form words, "N-no, it was, uh just, you know... Jungkook, he..." But you don't get any further. You hear someone enter the hallway and see Jimin's pupils widen with anger at the person behind you.

“Jeon Jungkook.” Jimin spat out his words, still holding on to your hand as he lifted it up higher to show off the ring, “You married him? After being the very person who had me taken away from you?!” Jimin stared down at you, his grasp around your hand tightening.

You gasp, his grip on your hand hurting, "No, no no Jiminie." You beg. "I-I’m not married. I promise, I'm not!" Your eyes search for his, pleading for forgiveness.

"She may not be married to me yet, but she will be." Jungkook voices behind you, "Now let go of her. Want me to call the police again?"

Jimins attention is shifted from you to Jungkook, he lifts your hand to his lips to press a soft kiss on it, as if reassuring you that this will be over soon, before letting you go, “Do you really think prison will stop me?” Jimin starts to saunter closer to Jungkook, a smile growing on his face and his eyes widening in a craze, “I’m just gonna keep coming back. Why? Because my babygirl needs me.”

He stops, pressing chest to chest with Jungkook, gaze piercing through him, “She needs her baby daddy. And you couldn’t replace me even if you tried. It’s always gonna be me.”

You don't know what to do. How can you stop Jimin? ... or do you even want to? Jungkook’s hands turn into hard fists. He would not let this crazy man take you, "You really are delusional. I've taken care of her all this time you've been away! She's even said yes to marry me!" Jungkook smirks. "She's got a new daddy now."

Jimin's eye twitched, he hated when people called him delusional, he had full awareness, he knew exactly what he was doing and how he was feeling… it was just much stronger.

He cracked his knuckles as well, his smile faltering into a thin line and a cold expression, “You’re gonna regret having such a big mouth, Jeon.” Jimin didn’t give Jungkook even half a second before he hurled a fist towards his jaw with a loud crack. Jungkook was strong, but Jimin was faster.

The crack Jungkook’s jaw makes as Jimin punches him makes your blood turn into ice. You understand that if you don't do anything now, Jimin might actually kill him. You throw yourself in front of Jungkook, now lying on the floor, get down on your knees and dip your head against Jimin's shoes and the floor, "Please Jimin. Don't." Tears are falling from your eyes as you beg, "I'll go with you again, just let him be.. I'm yours, please!" You say as you continue to sob.

Jimin remains expressionless as he watches you cry by his feet, crouching down to grab your chin, guiding your face to look up at him with your glossy eyes, “Babygirl, I know you’re mine.” he pauses to wipe your tears with his thumb, “you know I don’t let anybody get away without punishment… he deserves it, doesn’t he? He took me away from you for such a long time.”

Jimins hand against your cheek feels oddly comforting, even in this situation. You search for the right words to say. Even though you've never loved Jungkook, you do care about him and you know that Jimin's punishment would break him beyond repair. "I-It was my fault, I'm sorry! If I just would've stayed inside this wouldn't have happened. Punish me, not him, oh please...!"

Jungkook grumbles behind you, "No Y/N, don't. I can take him."

Jimin ignored your pleas, simply giving you a soft, deep kiss that had you gasping. He’s missed your lips, and they tasted even better with an audience. He withdrew to stand back up, circling around you to stand above Jungkook, “You can take me, you say… you know what else you said?” Jimin now crouched down next to Jungkook, grabbing his throat and pulling him up in a sitting position, nails digging into his throat, “That I’m delusional. Hah! Who’s the delusional one here, truly?” He squeezes tighter, “You thought she loved you? Do you see how she crumbled right in front of my feet as soon as I called her babygirl? You’re nothing to her... I’m EVERYTHING.”

"It's just because she's scared. She doesn't know what she's saying." Jungkook dismisses, but not feeling as confident anymore. The blow Jimin gave him before and the tight grip Jimin now has around his throat, slowly making him lose consciousness.

Jimin lets go of his throat, not wanting him unconscious just yet. He pulls Jungkook by the collar of his shirt to stand up, and roughly drags him to a chair. He reached in his back pocket for a rope he’d brought with him and tied him tightly to it, giving his cheek a mocking pat, “I’ll show you just how much she loves me.” Jimin smiled wickedly, waving his hand to beckon you to come to him as he takes a few steps back.

“Babygirl.”

Your legs are too weak to stand, so when Jimin beckons you start to crawl to him on your knees. Suddenly a memory flash by from months before

‘And she will crawl straight back to me as soon as she gets the chance!’

Jimin was right, he's always right. On all four you crawl slowly, your heavy stomach weighing you down. You reach Jimin's feet, sit up on your knees, hands in your lap, head slowly lifting to meet his eyes. And then you wait.

“What a good girl,” Jimin cooed approvingly, his hand stroking the top of your head as he positions himself so that Jungkook has a clear view from the side, your obedient eyes staring up at him waiting for instructions. Jimin glances over at Jungkook with a wolfish grin, “Babygirl,” he says without even looking down at you, keeping his eyes in Jungkook, “Daddy wants his cock sucked.”

You feel Jungkook’s hard stare on you as you get on with Jimin's order. As always in the presence of Jimin your hands shake, but you do manage to open his buckle and zipper. He's already hard when you pull out his cock from his jeans, making a tentative squeeze.

"Y/N." Jungkook groans, weak from the rough treatment. "Don't do what he tells you. He's sick, just run when you can. I'll come for you and the baby."

“My baby.” Jimin growls as his eyes travel back down to you, “She’s always gonna belong to me, and so will our child.” His fingers grasp your hair, tugging you closer to his cock, “I’m her everything, isn’t that right?”

You spare Jungkook a careful glance, before you look up to Jimin and nod, "I-I belong only to you s-sir."

Jungkook’s hands turn into fists but he's too weak to do anything other than watch… Jimin’s hands hold you into place while you grab his cock with both hands, guiding the tip to your mouth, still looking Jimin straight in the eyes.

‘‘Beautiful, baby.” Jimin smiles, his expression filled with affection, he almost looked harmless, ‘‘Show him how well you can choke on my cock… I bet you never took Jungkook as well as you did me.’‘

He assumed the two of you had an intimate relationship during his absence, the thought of it infuriating, but it only fuels his fire to give Jungkook the nastiest show he’s ever gonna witness.

You give Jimin’s length one tentative lick, tasting the precum in your mouth. Jimin takes a harder grip on your head and pushes you closer, demonstrating once again that he doesn't want it gentle. So you spit on his cock, spreading it with your hands. Then you open your mouth as wide as you can, and take in as much of him as possible, ignoring that it's triggering your gag-reflex and makes tears stream down your face.

Jimin’s lips fell open with a breathy moan, his hips taking over slowly as he starts to fuck into your mouth, a hard grasp tugging at your hair, ‘’Look,’’ Jimin glares at Jungkook with a crazed smile, ‘’Look how fucking desperate she is to please me…fuuck, she feels so good…’’

Jungkook doesn't want to see this, but can't make himself look away. Your eyes glistening with tears, Jimin's cock disappearing down your throat, lewd slurping sounds leaving your mouth.

No, Jungkook thinks to himself, you never were this desperate for him.

Jimin finally saw Jungkook’s eyes focused on you, seeing the pain in his eyes, slowly breaking his spirit. It turned Jimin on even more, continuously fucking his cock down your throat for a few more thrusts before pulling your head back, your needy whines of protest fill the room at the loss of his length in your mouth, ‘’My love, get undressed for me….’’

The lingering taste of Jimin in your mouth makes your arousal grow. Your breath is quick. Tears and saliva cover your face, but you don't care. You gather your strength to stand up. Both Jimin and Jungkook follow your movements without blinking even once. You start off with your jumper and bra, then your jeans and underwear in one sweep, throwing them on the floor, embarrassment making your cheeks even more red. Hands once again going to your pregnant belly.

‘‘Gorgeous,” Jimin praises you as his hands reach to remove your hands from your belly, giving himself access to place his palms on your swollen stomach, ‘‘I made this.’‘

He smiled, crouching down to softly place loving kisses against your bump. A temporary moment of affection, something he knows to do, the manipulation of your emotions, making himself seem so harmless. And in a twisted way, he was. He’d never hurt you more than he had to, ‘‘I put this inside of you.”

You gasp when Jimin crouches down before you. Seeing Jimin being so lovingly makes tears form in your eyes, for a whole other reason than before. He does love you, you're sure of it, everyone else is wrong.

Jimin smirked, placing one last kiss against your swollen bump before standing up, circling behind you to turn you so that you’re facing Jungkook, still standing. His hands snake around you to palm your breasts, ‘’Even your tits have grown, babygirl,’’ He kisses at your neck, thumbs rubbing over your nipples. He wanted you so desperate, so wet and needy until your legs were unable to keep you up, traumatizing the man in front of them for life.

You can't bring yourself to care about Jungkook anymore. Jimin's right, it was Jungkook’s fault that you were taken away from him. Jungkook almost made your baby grow up without their father. What were you thinking, accepting his marriage proposal?

You place your head on Jimin's shoulder, moaning at the feeling of his arms around you, fingers touching every corner of your body, "Ahh, d-daddy, please, I've missed you for so, ugh, so long."

‘‘It’s been a while, my love,’‘ Jimin growls into your ear, giving you a long wet lick with a flattened tongue, a common move of his against your neck to claim you, keeping one hand playing with your breast as the other moves down to cup your cunt.

You move your neck to the side, giving Jimin even more room to do as he please, wanting to be marked by him even more. His expert fingers are just teasing you, not nearly enough to make you orgasm. You feel Jimin's erection touching your lower back. "P-please, don't tease me. I need to feel you a-again. Haven't you missed me? Aa-h, wasn't it lonely in prison without me?" You say, hoping to make him as desperate as you are. Hearing the almost forgotten Jungkook groan at your words.

“Oh, I missed your little pretty pussy so much babygirl, you have no idea how many times I fucked my hand, wishing it was this,” he slid a finger inside of you, pumping it in and out as he groaned at the wet noises made, “But don’t be greedy, love… I’m taking my time with you tonight... and...” Jimin stares at Jungkook, “He seems to rather enjoy the show by now.”

Jungkook couldn't help the groan that slipped out. It was just so sinfully arousing watching you, his childhood love, naked, sweaty and driven by lust, dirty sounds he never heard from you before now leaving your mouth. But it also made his heart break, because after all, he wasn't the one making you feel this way.

“Look him in the eye, babygirl…” Jimins fingers dig deeper, curling them to fuck his fingers against your sweet spot, “He fucking loves it, and he said I’m the one with issues… I wonder how badly he wants to fuck you right now.”

You struggle to open your eyes, the feeling of Jimin's fingers against your sweet spot making it hard for you to focus on anything other than the lust you feel. Afraid that your legs will give up, you hold on to Jimin’s arms to try and steady yourself, nails digging into his skin. That's when your eyes finally meet Jungkook’s, tied hands holding on to the chair so hard it might break. You moan loader.

Jimin keeps pumping his fingers into you until your pussy is dripping down his fingers and the floor, his own breath getting heavier with need as he ruts his cock against your ass, “Your pussy is gripping my fingers so tight babygirl, are you gonna cum? Hmm? Cum on my fingers and I promise I’ll fuck you so good with my cock.”

As if your body is as in tune with Jimin's commands as your head are, that is all it takes for you to cum, gripping Jimin's fingers even tighter. Your nails make a mark on Jimin's arms as you scream in ecstasy, not caring about anyone hearing. You fall down as your knees fold themselves, lying sweaty and fucked out on the floor.

Jimin lets you drop to the floor with a thud, heavy breathing and moans vibrating in his throat as he examines the bloody scratches on his arms, watching it drip down his arm, “Ah, babygirl has claws…”

He dropped to his knees, forcefully positioning you on all fours while facing Jungkook as he puts you ass up against his crotch, aligning his cock with your soppy entrance, “Tell me how much you missed my fat cock, Y/N.”

Jimin's manhandling of your body and foul words makes something stir in you again, even though you are so incredibly exhausted. But of course, what he wants, you want to give him. Your throat is sore both from Jimin fucking it rough earlier and from all the screams you've made, and therefore your voice is hoarse when you whimper, "Pl-lease, oh sir, I will always behave for you, just let me feel your cock inside." 

Jimin wastes no time, driving his hips forward to fill you up with his length, “I’ve missed this pussy so much,” he groans, his hands gripping at your waist, a familiar feeling that brings back memories to you from the very day he fucked you dumb in his kitchen before he was taken away, “When was the last time Jeon got to fuck my babygirl, huh? He looks awfully needy for you.”

You moan, feeling Jimin so deep inside you. Even though he prepared you with his fingers, you feel a slight sting when he enters. Seeing Jungkook turning his face away in shame you answer,

"O-hh, I-I didn't let him, no, he was n-never inside. Only you d-daddy, only you!"

You'd kissed Jungkook of course, touched each other intimately sometime. But you always ended it. Even though therapy made you say, and for some time think, otherwise, deep down you always knew that you were Jimin's.

“You didn’t even fuck her!” Jimin laughed mockingly, his hips roughly snapping against you, the skin of his pelvis smacking against your ass and your body bouncing with every thrust, “Hear that? The sweet sound of her pussy getting filled with my fat cock, she’s squeezing me so hard.” He’s taunting deliberately, loving the suffering and confused arousal he’s putting Jungkook through. He loved putting on a show.

Even though Jungkook now looks away from the sight of you, there's no way for him to escape the sounds coming from you and Jimin. He curses himself for not being able to control his arousal. But how could he? He'd imagined you naked like this for so long, thinking you'd come to him one day when you were ready. Oh, how wrong he was.

 "S-sir." You whimper. "I'm coming again, ohh my god please."

“Cum on my cock, my love, you’re doing so well,” Jimin praises you, savagely fucking you as he groans out his words, “’m gonna c-cum, gonna fill your pretty little pussy up... fuck, it’s been so long, I missed you so much.”

He no longer cared about Jungkook’s presence, focusing on the way your cunt squeezed around him like a vice grip, sweat dripping down his neck, “I can’t wait to make you pregnant again when you’ve given birth to our child, Y/N”

"Aaah, y-yes sir, p-please!" You moan. Your arms can't hold you up any longer, so you fall face down on the floor. Jimin keeps holding your ass up, pumping you so hard you almost feel as if you're going to break. And oh how you love it. For the second time tonight you feel ecstasy flow through your body, clamping down on Jimin's cock so hard it's almost hard for him to move, "Cum with me d-daddy, ah give it to me, please!" You beg.

Jimin has a bruising grip on your hips, his own mercilessly fucking into you, causing your entire body to jolt forward with every thrust, “Your pussy is squeezing me so tight,” he breathes out until he can no longer speak, a long drawn out moan echoing in the room as he cums, still moving his hips to ensure that you’ve taken every single drop of his cum.

There's a moment's feel of completeness as you sense Jimin coloring your insides white. Finally, you're back together again, "Mmh, never leave me again..." You mumble quietly. As your heartbeat begins to slow and it gets easier to breath, you look up, meeting Jungkook’s eyes once again. You see a tear in the corner of his eyes, and now when you're not clouded by lust you can't help the feel of shame that spreads through your body. Did he really deserve this?

“I’ll never leave, babygirl. Never.” Jimin cooes, slipping his cock out of you and pulling his pants back up again. He sits down on the floor, grabbing you to pull you close into his arms in an embrace, still naked and a mess. His hands gently smooth over your swollen stomach, his voice now smooth like honey, “I love you.” At this moment, it was unclear whether he was talking to you or the baby.

You must break your eye contact with Jungkook as Jimin embraces you, your face against his chest. When Jimin puts his hand on your baby pump, you put yours there too. It could have been a beautiful family picture, if you didn't consider the fact that you were a fucked-out mess, Jimin newly released from prison and then Jungkook bound up on the side, "Jiminie, w-what will we do now? What if the police come again?" You whisper and throw a nervous glance at Jungkook, "And what about Jungkook?"

Jimin grasped your chin and guided your lips to his in a soft kiss, “Trust me, babygirl. I’ll take care of everything.”

He glanced over at Jungkook, he won’t be saying a thing to the cops, because he won’t be around to.. No one was gonna ruin what he had with you.

You grasp your thrown away jumper and underwear, and put them on, not caring about them getting soiled. The cold stare Jimin gives Jungkook makes you worried, "Jimin." You say slowly, "What exactly are you planning to do?"

Even though deep down you probably already know the answer.

Jimin doesn’t look at you when he speaks, “Don’t worry about that, my love.” He takes slow steps towards Jungkook before crouching down to eye level with him, “He won’t bother us again. Now go ahead and draw us a bath meanwhile, hm?”

Your heartbeat quickens, and you hesitate. If you leave now, you're leaving Jungkook to his destiny, you know that. You look down on your baby bump. But then again, you need Jimin to be with you and your child. Your baby needs their father. And of course Jimin knows what's best, you conclude, "Y-yes, of course." You say as you lower your gaze, turn around and start to go to the bathroom, Jungkook’s hoarse voice calling out for you fading.

Jimin glanced over his shoulder until you were out of sight before staring down at Jungkook, untying him from the chair. Jungkook didn’t dare to move, his body weak and tired, and fear growing within him. Jimin pushes him off the chair so that he falls to the floor with a loud thud that could be heard all the way upstairs, “You will never come between us again.” Jimin mused to himself out loud as he straddled Jungkook’s chest, hands gently wrapping around his throat.

You try to ignore the sounds coming from downstairs by turning on the water to the bathtub, "It's okay." You mumble, stroking your stomach, "Your father will come soon, and he will always be with us from now on. We will be fine." But you can't stop a few teardrops escaping, falling down your cheeks.

Jimin squeezes Jungkook’s throat hard, “It’ll be over soon.” He whispered, gritting his teeth when Jungkook was clawing at his hands in the struggle for air, gasping and kicking loudly against the floor.

Jimin keeps his eyes focused on Jungkook’s, watching intently until the body below him slowly ceases to struggle, until the room is completely dead silent.

Jimin no longer had anything or anyone to stop him from having you. He got rid of the body eventually, before joining you upstairs for a bath, giving you a soft kiss on your head.

“Let me wash your hair, my love.”

~~~

A few years later…

The morning sun is shining bright through the windows of the living room, tiny dust floating in the air. It's quiet, the way it only is this early in the morning when it's just you awake,

"Mommy?" A small child’s voice behind you.

"Oh, hello my darling!" You say as you turn around. You take your son in your arms and lift him up, placing him on your hip. You shouldn't really be holding him, already having back problems from carrying your second child in your belly. Jimin wouldn't be happy if he saw, but you just can't help yourself, "You already awake Taemin? Should we go wake up daddy too?"

Your son nods excitedly, his smile a copy of his father's. You go to yours and Jimin's shared bedroom, the room he once prepared just for you, and place Taemin on the bed where Jimin lies.

"Daddy. Wake up!" Your son says, shaking his father. With sleep in his eyes, Jimin blinks, watching his son and then you. Love adorning his eyes. You may have had a shaky start, but you don't regret anything. You are exactly where you should, and always will, be. Right by Jimin's side.

Jimin stretched, a wide smile beaming on his entire face as he lifted up his son, carrying him in the air before hugging him tightly, eyes quickly traveling to you, “Good morning, babygirl.. Come here.” His eyes squinted as he smiled, feeling so happy that he finally had the life he wanted.

He had you, the love of his life, and a family that loved him more than anything.

He was needed, loved and forever swore to protect you with any means he deemed necessary.

© sombreboy 2020. Do not repost, edit or translate.

#Fic: Unsullied #Yandere Jimin #Yandere BTS #Jimin x reader #Jimin x you #Jimin x y/n #Jimin smut #Dom Jimin #BTS smut

[lowkeyjustvibing]

Guess who decided to write more fanfic?

So I took those angsty IBVS headcanons, procrastinated for forever, and have finally figured out how I shall write this.

Also I decided to get some hurt/comfort up in here ‘cuz our favorite school king doesn’t deserve pure distilled pain without getting hugs.

IBVS by onebizarrekai

It was odd to say the least. Edward was known to be arrogant and boisterous, enough so that he drew the attention of anyone and everyone. So it was certainly confusing when the normally loud and proud school king slowly became much more quiet and secluded. No one knew what had caused it but after just a week Edward was an entirely different person. He was jumpy and hardly interacted with anyone outside of his inner circle. Easy to say, this caught the attention of many of the students.

“Hey, you know what’s up with Ed?” Chris asked, “I mean, he hasn’t shown up to any of the meetings and I rarely see him outside of class.”

“I dunno’,” Isaac said, not looking up from his sketchbook, “but yeah, it is a little weird that Mr. High and mighty is all secluded now.”

“I’m just worried.” Chris mumbled and Isaac gave him an odd look, “Hey! Don’t you dare. I just don’t want him to be hurt or something and we haven’t done anything to help him. I know you two don’t have the best relationship but you have to at least be a little concerned.”

After a moment of silence, Isaac sighed and set aside his sketchbook, “Alright, you caught me. Yes I’m a little curious about what’s up with the big guy, but what do you want to do about it? You can’t expect to just ask him what’s wrong and get him to pour out his heart or something. It was already difficult to get him to talk about like, anything aside from supernatural stuff before so I can’t imagine how sheltered about personal stuff he’d be now.”

“Well I’m getting the truth out of him one way or another.” Chris responded, standing up and grabbing his jacket.

“You should try asking Barry if he knows anything, he and Quinton are pretty close.”

Chris just nodded before waving goodbye and leaving to go find Barry.

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“I don’t know what’s wrong either.” Barry said sadly, “He doesn’t even come over anymore.”

Chris groaned in frustration, falling onto his back and frightening a nearby cat, “Great, so NO ONE knows.”

They both just sat there for a minute, neither of them wanting to break the silence.

“It’s just so frustrating!” Chris groaned, digging his palms into his eye sockets, “I mean, it’s not like the answer is just going to just waltz through the door!”

Suddenly, there was a loud bang coming from the kitchen and they both jumped. They glanced at each other and then tensed upon hearing the back door fly open and shut.

“Hello?” Barry called.

There was no response and Chris stood up, a fuzzy outline of a blade hovering next to his hand. Barry followed him as they slowly walked into the kitchen to see what was happening. 

“Hey!” Chris called, “Who’s there?”

There was a quiet sniffle and then a weak voice responded, “S-sorry for j-just walking in...”

Barry blinked a few times before stepping forward, “Ed?”

Sure enough, the once proud school king was hidden in the corner hugging his knees to his chest. He was shaking and breathing unevenly and looked like a mess.

“Holy cow Ed,” Barry muttered, walking over quickly, “what happened?”

When he tried to reach out to comfort his obviously distressed friend, Edward flinched back, “D-don’t t-touch me p-please...”

Chris stepped forward, “Are you OK?”

Edward shook his head, barely stifling a sob.

“Is there anything we can do?” Barry asked.

“W-water.” Edward croaked, wiping his face with his sleeve.

It was then that Chris noticed that the other was wearing thick gloves and extra layers.

“Are you cold?” He asked, “I can get you a blanket.”

Edward shook his head slightly and Barry returned with a glass of water.

“Here.” He said, carefully handing it to Edward without touching him.

After confirming that he wasn’t hurt or anything, Chris and Barry walked back to the living room to give him some space.

“Did you see how much stuff he was wearing?” Chris asked, “He looks like he’s planning to go to Antarctica or something.”

Barry thought for a moment, “He said he didn’t want to be touched, maybe that’s part of it?”

Chris nodded, “But it’s weird, he was never this paranoid about being touched. Heck, he used to drag Isaac into closets. What changed?”

“That’s something he’s going to have to tell us.”

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After Edward finally calmed down enough to talk, Chris and Barry began rapid firing questions at him.

“Are you OK?”

“What happened?”

“Why were you so freaked out?”

“Did someone hurt you?”

“H-hey!” Edward stuttered, “I appreciate the concern but just... One at a time or something.”

Barry was the first to speak, “What happened?”

This seemed to catch the other off guard, “Well, umm... I just- Umm...”

“Here,” Chris interrupted, “let’s break it down a little, did someone do this to you?”

After a bit of hesitation, Edward nodded.

“Who?” The other two asked simultaneously.

“N-” Edward flinched, “E-emo kid...”

“Nevin?!” Chris asked incredulously and Edward flinched again.

Barry only grew more concerned, “What did he do?”

“H-he’d catch me a-after school and beat m-me up...” Edward mumbled, seeming to shrink into himself, “I-it sorta’ became an e-everyday thing. I’d get out of class and h-he’d drag me off somewhere and...”

“Holy...” Chris muttered, “Edward I- Oh my gosh... I’m so sorry man.”

At this, Edward broke and started crying. It took every ounce of self control in both of them not to rush forward and comfort their friend.

Barry rested a hand on Chris’s shoulder, “I’ll take care of him, could you go talk to Nevin?”

Chris nodded, his worry instantly forgotten as he was filled with anger and determination, “Of course. Take care of him while I’m gone.”

And with that, he was off again, this time with a burning sense of purpose.

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Chris knocked on the door to the Jovel’s house (To be fair, pounding would be a better word). After a few moments, none other than Nevin opened the door. He looked bored and vaguely annoyed, like Chris had just inconvenienced him.

“‘Sup Chris?” He asked nonchalantly.

At the completely unfazed tone, Chris couldn’t help the slight flicker of a knife appearing at his side.

“Well,” He said through gritted teeth, “I was wondering if I could talk to you about something.”

Nevin gave him a suspicious look, probably noticing his tone, before moving aside, “Then come on in.”

“I’d rather not.” Chris muttered.

“Oh?” Nevin responded, “But I insist.”

Chris finally snapped. He grabbed Nevin and after yanking him out onto the porch, pinned him against the outside wall. Before the other could even speak, there was a bright red blade inches from his throat. 

After recovering, Nevin finally spoke, “Oh, this was unexpected.”

“How DARE you.” Chris hissed, the knife edging just a hair closer.

Nevin gave him a confused look, “How dare I what?”

“You know what!” Chris spat, “Here, I’ll help you out. Two words, Edward. Quinton.”

Nevin looked at him for a moment before he burst out laughing. It took all of Chris’s willpower not to give Nevin a taste of his own medicine and beat him up.

“Oh I forgot about that!” He wheezed, “That was fun! Can’t believe you’re actually worried about that guy.”

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done to him?” 

“Oh please, inform me.” Nevin drawled, once again looking bored and inconvenienced.

Chris felt his eye twitch and he dropped Nevin, “OK, how about I give you a demonstration then?”

As the other stood up, Chris noticed that his eye had turned to the unnatural cyan color indicating that his powers were activated. Then, to his surprise, a thick black liquid seemed to materialize on his shorter opponent.

“You want a fight?” Nevin said, grinning wildly, “You got one.”

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Meanwhile, Edward was sitting with Barry on his couch watching a movie. It took a while, but Barry eventually managed to convince his friend that he wasn’t going to be hurt. Not long after that, Edward was practically on top of him, furiously denying that the action meant anything. About halfway through the movie, the front door slammed open and Edward screeched before falling off the couch.

“Chris?” Barry called and received an affirmative grunt in response. 

After hearing him struggle for a bit and mutter something about octopi, Chris finally walked into the living room.

Barry jumped up at the sight of him, “Holy-! I’ll go get my kit, stay right there!”

Chris groaned before flopping face first onto the couch. He was covered in cuts, bruises, and odd patches of black slime.

Edward looked worried, “Are you OK?”

“Peachy.” Chris responded, turning to look at him, “How ‘bout you?”

“Better than you I suppose.”

Barry got back with some medical supplies and started fussing over Chris. While he was getting cleaned up, Chris explained how he got into a fight with Nevin and “Taught that crazy goop lord a lesson”. Barry didn’t even question that statement, just telling Chris to go take a shower before he made even more of a mess.

“Want to finish the movie?” Edward asked after hearing the upstairs bathroom door close.

“Sure.” Barry responded, “Just let me clean off the couch first.”

-------

By the time Chris finally finished showering, realized he didn’t have spare clothes, and was supplied some sweats and a T-Shirt by Barry, it was already dark.

Chris swore quietly, “My dad’s gonna’ kill me when I get back. I should probably go before he gets even more mad.”

“Oh heck with your dad!” Edward shouted from the kitchen, “He’s gonna’ be pissed whether you go back now or a week from now! How ‘bout we all just hang out here for the night?” 

Barry shrugged, “Sounds good to me.”

Chris was dumbfounded, “B-but I need to-”

“Ah shut up ya’ nerd.” Edward said, sauntering out of the kitchen, “You already had quite the day so there’s no point in going home just to get chewed out by your dad.”

“Besides,” Barry interjected, “I don’t think he’d miss that you’re wearing someone else’s clothes.” Chris flushed slightly at that statement, “I’ll toss your clothes in the washer and you can go back tomorrow looking like nothing happened.”

“OK...” Chris mumbled, still embarrassed.

After Barry left to put Chris’s clothes in the laundry, Edward jumped onto the couch, bouncing once and then burying his face in a pillow. Chris just grabbed the blanket and sat down on the other side of the couch, wrapping himself in it. Then, to his surprise, Edward grabbed a corner of the blanket and yanked on it, pulling Chris (Who had a death grip on said blanket) onto him.

“‘M cold.” Edward muttered, yanking on the blanket a few more times.

Chris was conflicted and incredibly flustered. On one hand, he wanted that blanket and on the other, he wanted to apologize for nearly falling on top of his new friend. Edward didn’t seem to mind though. In fact, he seemed quite content. It took a few moments of mental struggle for Chris to decide that being warm under the blanket was worth more than apologizing profusely. Barry finally got back, stifling a laugh at the sight of an unconscious Edward practically cuddling a very flustered Chris.

“Help!” Chris whispered.

Barry just grinned and sat next to them, “Sorry buddy, I’ve learned from experience that there’s no escaping Ed when he’s in a cuddly mood.”

With that, Barry grabbed a corner of the blanket and pulled some onto his legs before leaning up against the arm of the couch. Chris sputtered a bit before succumbing to his fate and deciding to just get some sleep, almost instantly passing out.

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Anyways, I’m too lazy to write it out but Chris totally wakes up to Edward and Barry acting like an old married couple and giving each other kisses while they’re cooking. But yeah, I decided to write some good ol’ Edward angst and accidentally turned it into a poly ship, so sue me. 

#general's fics #IBVS #Edward Quinton #Barry Price #Chris Jackson #This is probably so ooc #hhhhhhhh

[dorkylittleweirdo]

the lesbian himbo solidarity post

okay so. basically this dude named max was in my anatomy class and we sat next to each other for the whole year so we had No Choice but to vibe

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so he’s a Large football jock and i’m smol. we were both seniors tho and there were only three seniors in that class so we bonded over that. so he looks,, really scary tbh. like. ya know. the Exact type of person who would bully you and call you slurs. so i was like “oh god oh god oh god” every class bc i was like “this is it, this is the day i Die by his hand”

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the first time we really vibed was when i came from culinary one friday bc i had culinary right before anatomy. and i had Cookies. a lot of them. and i had them in a little brown paper bag sitting right in the corner of my desk just bc like why not. cue max rolling up to class, throwing his stuff down and coming up Right Next To Me and Intensely eyeing the bag before going “hey jc, whatcha got there”. and i went “...cookies from my culinary class” and he just “👀👀” so i go “do you,, do you want one?”.  g r a b s  the bag while yelling “HELL YEAH” and really excitedly just eats a cookie and i just go “you can,, you can just take the bag if you want”. he obviously took the bag. we were Bros from that day on

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i was Notorious for being the Class Nerd bc i loved anatomy and i had over 100% in the class. he was Not as into anatomy and just wanted to vibe and i feel that bc i had a class like that too, so i just gave him my notes and warm up answers to copy bc i’m Like That. we had like,, a system in place, so he would tell jokes or just say random shit and i’d kinda laugh and vibe while taking notes

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one time i was kinda tired and staring off into space and he rolled up to class and goes “jcccc why are you saaaad :((” and i was like “i,, i’m not???” and he was like super confident that i was Going Through It and was like “you can’t lie to me, i already saw that sad face” i’m like “you mean my Normal Face???”. but so while i was taking notes that day, he leaned over and drew a lil happy face on my packet, so i looked over and smiled at him. aND NOT EVEN A MINUTE LATER, he leans back over and turns it into a dick. and i go “b r o  i gotta turn this shit in i’m gonna get in trouble?????” and he Panicked on my behalf, Stood Up in his seat,  Y E L L S  to the teacher “SIR, I DREW A  M A L E  G E N I T A L I A  ON JC���S NOTES, IT’S NOT HER FAULT”. teacher just Looks over at us, blinks, goes back to his lecture. my face is Red, max turns to me,  w i n k s, and goes “i gochu”

~

so my group Abandoned Me one day for a lab bc neither of them were there and i rolled up to the teacher like “k i’ll be Stabbing A Brain alone today” and my teacher’s like “but??? you need to Poke A Brain With A Group” and i go “but i have None Friends and my group mates aren’t here”. so max heard this whole interaction go down and is like “jc i Cannot Believe, you’re gonna group with us”. drags me over to some other people who sit near us that i anxiously vibe with, who had apparently been struggling to stab the labels into the brain for like seven minutes before i rolled up. max goes “okay guys jc’s in our group”. everyone’s hype. i labeled it, filled out the sheet, let everyone copy it, and all of us vibed for like half an hour

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he was struggling to label to bones in the body for our warm up. two minutes in he goes “damn i know like,, four of these. jc how many do you know”, looks over at my worksheet, his eyes pop out of his damn skull. “JC ARE YOU FUCKIN SERIOUS”. holds up my worksheet that’s completely filled out, points aggressively at it while looking at our teacher, “ARE YOU SEEIN THIS SHIT???”

~

straight up asked if i was a mom one time bc he said i give off “mom vibes”. his response to me not wanting kids was “really??? i want like six”. appreciated me saying “oh, well i want a career” a little too much bc he couldn’t stop laughing

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a regular occurrence was me finishing a worksheet really fast and standing to turn it in, then max going “sit your ass back down, i needa see that” followed by “bro i appreciate you actually letting me copy your shit but Please write neater”. his handwriting was worse than mine and he could read my writing but he likes to Complain

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another Regular Occurrence was me finishing a test in about five minutes followed by him yelling “JC ARE YOU  F U C K I N G  KIDDING ME”

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i’d bring food from culinary a lot and he’d just go “👀” and i would just give it to him and he’d be so excited and go “jc you’re the best” while proceeding to shove a cupcake down his face or whatever else it was i brought while  M O A N I N G

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he asked me one time why i’m so nervous around him, and he was probably expecting me to say some shit like “oh nooo i’m not i’m just Shy tm” but i Instantly responded with “bc you look like you’re gonna call me a slur in the 7/11��� and he was so genuinely upset and he goes “noooo jc D: i’m not a baseball boy” and i Died

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some dude smacked him on the back of his head and he goes “OW MY-” looks at me, “hey jc, what’s the back of the head called again?” and i go “the occipital” and he’s like “great, thanks”, turns around again to the other dude, “MY  O C C I P I T A L”

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“jc have you ever been depressed” “max i have depression” “sick, you should listen to this band”

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he slowly tried to put something on my desk and i was still adjusting to “okay not everyone is gonna hit me” and thought he was trying to do like a fistbump or something. and he goes “oh no i wasn’t-” and i’m like “oKaY yEaH iT’S fiNe”, he puts whatever lil eraser on my desk then goes “NO NO, GIVE ME SOME JC” and fistbumped me but it still Haunts Me bc he Was Not Trying To Do That

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“i’m gonna go as a cop for halloween” “...okay max” “all i have to do is wear a wifebeater shirt” “i-” “because. because ya know. cops beat their wives”

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asked what kind of music i listen to once, and i went “uh,, it depends” he goes “what are you listening to now??” aND I HAD TO GO “um,, bruises and bitemarks” and he screeched bc whatever he was expecting from the shy quiet girl who sits next to him, it was Not That

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so i wasn’t sure how to like,, come out but i have a bunch of gay pins on my backpack so i didn’t know if he knew or not. but then one time he just starts asking the people around him if they would kiss/date someone of the same gender. so i go “i mean,, yeah” and he goes “wait really” and i was Scared tm bc oh god here it comes. i go “yeah” he goes “full gay or like bi” and i was like “full,, full gay. i’m a lesbian” and he’s like “BROOOO THAT’S SICK :D” and he was so genuinely excited that i like girls

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ever since he found out that i’m a lesbian, he would move his desk reeeeaaally close to mine to show me pictures of girls and be like “hey hey what do you think of her”, trying to invite me to parties so he could set me up with someone, attempting to be my wingman

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he constantly shoved one of his earbuds into my ear so i could bop to his music with him. set his phone on my desk a few times so i could choose something and i go “oh no, i have garbage taste in music” and he goes “well i don’t, that’s why you’re choosing from my playlist” and i just Sat there like “wow okay but also that’s valid”. he shockingly had a few songs on there that i listen to, so we vibed to those. he listened to my playlists a couple times and he’d be like “most of these are either depressing, horny, or gay, and that sums you up pretty well” and i was Offended but he’s right

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“hey jc, what’s the bone that sounds like my name” “...maxilla???” “fuck yeah, there’s a bone named after me”

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asked me if i ever had a girlfriend before and i was like “n o  :((((” and he’s like “on god bro, you gonna get you some pussy”

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every time he’d see me out of class, he point at me and wave really aggressively and be like “HI JC :D” and i’d kinda wave back really shyly while watching him tell whoever he was with that we were bros. after a couple times, i asked him next class why he waved at me and he’s like “why wouldn’t i??” and i go “um. bc you’re pretty popular and well liked and nobody knows i exist and i’m pretty uncool????” and he deadass is like “J C  NOO YOU’RE REALLY COOL WYM PEOPLE LIKE YOU” and that’s how i found out that people actually knew me bc a bunch of the football guys i talked to in anatomy would point me out when they saw me bc they liked vibing with me so that was A Time. made sense why random people would like,, nod at me while walking by

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i brought cookies for my teachers and friends on valentine’s day and i gave max a couple and i was like “hey i’m giving these to all my friends so like here” and he just “jc you consider us friends???” and i thought he was gonna laugh at me and i just went “ah,,, yeah” and he was So Excited

#theres probably more tbh #i just dont remember rn #anatomy class #high school #school #school stories #we stan a himbo #lgbt #lesbian himbo solidarity #lesbian #himbo

[lovelyirony]

"You found me crying on the kitchen floor in the middle of the night next to a broken jelly jar" and "my parents are coming over in 10 minutes please put some clothes on"

Helen Cho was the Perfect Student. Her notes were the stuff of envy, never had less than a B+ in any class, and always treated others around her with kindness. She was friends with Jane and Bruce, and then soon got absorbed into Bruce and Jane’s other friend group. 

There was just one thing that she couldn’t quite get an A in, and that was talking to her crush. 

Sharon Carter was the prettiest girl that Helen thinks she’s ever seen. With a brilliant smile, a very cute leather jacket, and combat boots, Helen could barely shape words to form a possible discussion.

Sharon also happened to be her neighbor, who liked to wave to Helen whenever she saw her, blasted music from her car, and was also friends with Maria, who Helen was getting closer to. 

So, interaction was unavoidable. 

“You could just say hi,”  Jane mentions. “You could definitely say a one-syllable word.” 

“I’d probably mess up and do something completely awful,” Helen moans. “Like maybe I’ll try to talk to her about weird things.” 

“That just means she learns more about you,” Bruce says, taking a sip of coffee. “But you can’t avoid her. Maria’s hosting a house party at hers tomorrow night, and you’re coming.” 

“I have homework!” Helen exclaims. 

“You’re ahead on the coursework,” Jane responds. “And you can do the history homework the morning of. It’s all about World War II, so you can ask Steve if you want help.” 

Helen agrees, although her mind is racing. 

Sharon, of course, looks great. She always does. Helen likes the blue shirt she has on, and the eyeliner. 

“You should tell her that,” Jane says. She’s been sipping on a drink for a while, trying to get the courage to talk to Thor’s new friend Valkyrie. “I think I’m going to ask Thor’s new friend about herself.” 

Helen circles the room and eventually gets waved over by Sam. 

“I was wondering when you would come over and talk,” he teases. “Listen, we need to settle a debate. What is your opinion on using sharp cheddar cheese on a cheeseburger?” 

“Don’t listen to him, he’s an idiot,” Sharon argues, laughing. She has a beautiful laugh. “He thinks that green bell peppers on pizza is good.” 

“It’s the texture!” Sam yells. 

“They taste gross,” Helen agrees. “Plus, sharp cheddar can overpower the burger. But are we talking grilled at home or restaurant?” 

“Restaurant.” 

“Depends on the other things they put on it,” Helen says. “If they put on everything, then it’s okay. But if it’s just that, it’s a shit burger.” 

“See?!” Sharon exclaims. “Helen gets it, which is why she’s the coolest person here.” 

Helen finds it easier to talk to her after that. Even if she does stutter a little bit when Sharon sits closer to her on the couch when Maria shows up and they start settling down for the night. 

Helen and Sharon listen to Tony tell some wild tale about some of his engineering society buddies and the newest project. 

“Rhodey couldn’t be here, but listen…” 

The stories divert to different people, and Helen listens as best she can before the sleep hits her. 

“You falling asleep?” Sharon asks. Helen nods. 

“Just a little bit. I can get up to get some soda…” 

“Eh, it’s too comfy for you to move,” Sharon says, smile easy. “Here, just use my leg. Sam! Pass me a blanket.” 

Helen is kind of freaking out. She sends a raised look of slight panic to Jane, who laughs from her position nearly on Valkyrie’s lap. 

“That’s all you, Cho.” 

“What do you mean, Jane?” Sharon asks. 

“Nothing!” Helen says. “Just something that we talked about earlier. It’s nothing.” 

“Interesting,” Bruce says, smiling. He’s cuddled into one of Thor’s arms, completely content. “Carry on.” 

Sharon smells like mint. Helen likes it. She thinks maybe that she could stay there for forever. 

She gets woken up by Sharon over her. 

“Hey, time to wake up.” 

“Why?” Helen asks sleepily. “It’s comfy. You’re comfy.” 

“I’m givin’ you a ride home, sweetheart. Up you go.” 

Sharon’s car is comfortable. Helen nods off on the passenger seat. Sharon looks very pretty in the low street light. Her hair looks nice. 

Helen sways as she gets out, smiling goofily. 

“Bye, Sharon. Love you.” 

Sharon laughs, and waves. 

Helen wakes up and realizes she said that. Which, in the grand scheme of things, is not a big deal. People say that all the time. 

But it’s Sharon, who looks very good all the time and oh god she also told her that she was comfy who says that?????? 

At school, things are better. Sharon teases her about it. 

“So, you get very interesting when you’re sleepy.” 

“Oh god,” Helen groans. “I’m sorry if I said anything that was weird.” 

“Nah, you’re cute when you’re sleepy.” 

Helen’s face turns a bright red, and she has to bend down in her locker in order to avoid Sharon seeing the entirety of that comment’s effect. 

Jane is at her locker next, smiling. 

“You’re so whipped. It’s hilarious.” 

“Well so are you with Val!” Helen says. 

“Yeah, but she knows about it. And I’m completely fine with that, really, it leads to so many good things like–” 

“No!” Helen says. “Do not wanna hear it!” 

“I was gonna say dates but I see what you’re thinking,” Jane says, laughing. “But seriously, talk to her.” 

They actually do talk more. Sharon comes to more events, and Helen becomes more comfortable chatting with her. She’s really funny, honest, and they have the same taste in humor. 

This all culminates to the end of the school year. There are finals, and Helen is stressed. She really puts her all into tests, because she wants to get the best possible score for the best possible scholarships. 

Studying does hard things to you, it really does. Helen’s been stressing about her chem exam, because the teacher didn’t mention a lot and what if she fails and then her college tells her that she’s a gigantic failure who should just live in obscurity possibly in the middle of Vermont–

She breaks a jelly jar. 

Her parents are gone, and there’s no one there, and she broke a jelly jar. 

There’s a knock on the door. Helen doesn’t know who it is, but she peeks through the blinds. 

She knows it’s Sharon, and she looks a mess, but she just really needs someone to help her. 

“Honey, what’s wrong?” Sharon asks, bringing Helen into a hug. 

“I just…I’m too stressed. I worked up too much about tests and now I-I’m going to f-fail and no college will w-want me!” Helen says, tears forming. “And I broke a j-jar and I can’t remember where my dad put the broom, and–and–” 

“It’ll be okay,” Sharon says, smoothing tears away from Helen’s face. “Let’s go find the broom, okay?” 

They clean it up, and Helen sits as Sharon sits by her. 

“I’m sorry,” Helen says. 

“You have nothing to apologize for, you know that. I’m just happy I was here to help.” 

Helen leans against her, and Sharon presses a kiss to her forehead. 

“I’ll help you study next time. You do great things, Helen. You care so much for people, and you know that you’re good at school. Anyone would be lucky to have you, and everyone else will be jealous.” 

They don’t get together then. Sharon looks like she might almost kiss Helen, and maybe she would’ve. But Helen has to bid her a goodnight. 

Sharon actually asks Helen to the spring dance. She gives her a sweet sign, candy, and asks her if she wants to have coordinating outfits. 

“How do you mean?” 

“Matching colors,” Sharon says. “I was thinking about wearing a suit, but what were you thinking about wearing?” 

She’s not going to lie: Helen’s brain short-circuited for more than a few moments. Sharon in a suit…that’s a powerful image. 

“What color would you want?” 

They decide on blue. It’ll be cute. Jane grins widely as she drags Helen to different stores. 

“I don’t even know what I’m wearing, but I’m making sure you look so cute that you’ll make her fall into your arms.” 

“I think I’d fall over.” 

“Nah, love makes you strong. Now come on, I think I found a dark blue dress for you.” 

Helen loves the dress. She can’t stop twirling and practicing poses, and her mother loves it. 

Sharon won’t show her the suit until the day of. 

And it’s great. The sleeves are rolled at the elbows, and she’s paired it beautifully with red lipstick. 

“You look great,” Helen says, smiling. 

They take pictures together, and she can’t stop the little thrill that goes through her when Sharon holds her waist just a little bit tighter. 

The dance is fantastic. Some head over to Tony’s, and then Helen and Sharon head over to Sharon’s for a sleepover. 

It ends up being a bit sleepless. 

“I can’t believe you look so amazing every day I see you,” Sharon murmurs. 

“What? Have you seen yourself?” Helen asks. “You look…amazing.” 

“Oh yeah?” 

“Yeah.” 

There’s a brief silence. 

“I’m just gonna say it,” Sharon says. “I really kind of want to kiss you right now because I like you. Is it mutual, or…?” 

“Get over here,” Helen breathes, grinning as Sharon starts kissing her. 

Sharon’s gotten Helen out of her dress before they hear a phone buzz. They stop, both checking. 

Sharon’s face pales. 

“My parents’ event got cancelled and they’ll be home in like two minutes. Get some clothes on!” 

Helen scrambles, and ends up wearing one of Sharon’s shirts and her old pajama shorts. 

“Hey girls,” Mrs. Carter says, smiling. “Good to see you, so sorry it’s early.” 

“No problem at all,” Helen responds sweetly. What event got canceled?” 

“Oh, a couple’s night at a bar,” she says. “It was trivia night.” 

“You could always do trivia at the bar down the street,” Sharon suggests. “Because they do it until, like, two a.m.” 

“Already trying to get rid of your mother?” Mrs. Carter responds. “What have you two been up to?” 

“Eh, nothing,” Sharon says. “Just got home, changing out of dance outfits. You know the drill.” 

They exchange a few more pleasantries, and then Helen nearly bursts out laughing. Sharon grins, crawling up to bed. 

“Well, guess the excitement is over for the night.” 

“I suppose you’re right,” Helen says, smiling. “But hey. There’s a new place downtown that’s supposed to serve killer shaved ice. Wanna come with me?” 

“Helen, I’ll go anywhere with you,” Sharon whispers, turning off the light. “Anywhere at all.” 

#lovelyirony writes #holy SHIT i love this concept #helensharon #the gems........ #the girls..... #the class... #high school AU #helen cho #sharon carter #i love them alright #and yes i saw both of them in suits (actresses) #YES i'm bi #what about it

[missmage52]

Excerpt from “Dreaming of a Liar: Kokichi Ouma x Reader” (slight NSFW)

I’ve been writing a fanfiction on wattpad, and this is an excerpt from chapter four that I’m proud of. It’s a Kokichi Ouma x Reader (female). 

Basically Monokuma has gone to the good side and brings all the Danganronpa Characters (from the main three games plus Komaru, excluding Twogami and seperating Hajime Hinata and Izuru Kamakura into seperate entities) and puts them all in one class, but doesn’t hold a killing game for once! 

But in order to have a perfect 50 student total, he needs one more student. So he takes a person from the real world and brings them into the class to learn alongside the students! But it’s while your sleeping, so when you meet an interesting supreme leader, is it really reality, or just a dream?

There’s a specific scene that gets a little NSFW, I’ll give you a heads up when it comes.

I also tried my best to make Kokichi canon as possible, so let me know if I did a good job or if I didn’t.

So, enjoy!

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I followed this Alter Ego hologram along with the rest of the students, as we were instructed to by Monokuma. Of course the one who didn't leave my side was Kokichi.

"Sooooo," Kokichi put his hands behind his head as he walked, which I imagined couldn't be too comfortable. "You mentioned back there that you've never been in a killing game. Like, ever. Is that true?"

"Well, most kids my age aren't put in a killing game," I shrugged. "Can't help but feel bad for the others, though."

"Actually, it's not that bad," Kokichi said matter-of-factly. "Well, for me at least. Nishishi~!"

I rolled my (E/C) eyes. "Oh come on," I scoffed. "There had to be some point where you were scared shitless."

"Scared shitless about what, exactly?"

I stared at Kokichi, dumbfounded. How could he act like being in a killing game wasn't a big deal?! A person would have to be a complete sociopath to act so nonchalant about something so serious and terrifying! I paused, clearing my throat to regain my composure. "W-Well, I don't know, dying?"

Kokichi snickered. "Pfft! Come on, really? Dying? Gee, you are a hoot!" He

"I'm serious!" I remarked, bewildered. "Almost every human being is afraid of what lies beyond death! It's the greatest mystery known to man-!"

He put a finger to my lips. "Notice how you said almost every human being. I am not like most humans, heck, I might not even be human, you never know," He smirked, the glint in his amethyst eyes filled with mischief. "Besides, I was a victim. I said so in my introduction earlier. Squished to death. I already know what lies beyond the grave, Ms. (Y/N), believe me." He hissed into my ear, making me shiver.

"R-Really?" I stuttered, now a bit uneasy. "Is that s-so..."

"Yep!" His attitude perked right back up. "After all, I was revived. Heck, I could even tell you all about it if you wanted, though it's gonna cost you an arm and a leg!"

"But you didn't know what death was like before you died, Kokichi," I glanced up at him, staring into his eyes. "You don't seem like the type of person who is always fearless. In fact, it seems you hide many fears, including death itself," This time, it was my turn to smirk. "Though I'm not one to assume."

Kokichi's face turned pink, sweat starting to roll down his face. He glanced down at the floor, not meeting my gaze. "Well, I never expected something like that to come out of you..." His voice trailed off. "You're certainly something, aren't you?"

"Same goes for you," I responded. He blinkd at me. "You have some good acting skills, but then again, I can't expect anything less from a liar."

"Wooow, you caught on that quickly?" He started to pout, his expression changing like a remote changing the TV channel. "Bummer, I thought I could mess with you for a bit. You aren't so bad yourself, with acting. Kinda caught me a little off-guard there. You suurree you're just a transfer student?"

"I'm sure," I insisted. "I'm not really good at anything specific, skill or anything like that."

"Liar, liar, pants on fire~!" He singed. "You're good at acting, so just take the damn compliment!"

"If you say so..." I whistled shifting my attention to Alter Ego, who stopped at a doorway.

"Right now, we are in the main building on campus. This is where you gather for meals, classes, and special events that take place in the school. Most of the classrooms are unoccupied, so that gives many students a chance to start clubs and hold small get-togethers," The hologram started to elaborate. "Where we just gathered is the gymnasium, which is where most school-wide events and gym classes take place. Right down the hall is the stairwell up to the third floor, which is where most of you came from in pairs of two or three. We have around thirty empty classrooms here."

"Across from the gymnasium is the cafeteria, which will open it's doors along with the gym at seven am. It will close at ten pm. On weekends, it will be closed, and students can only ask permission to use it from the principal and or faculty. From the cafeteria, you can access the kitchen, pantry, and walk-in fridge, but only after three pm to ten pm. Breakfast and lunch will be prepared by the MonoLadies, but dinner must be prepared by the students. The kitchen staff also has access to the greenhouse using a second stairwell located in the kitchen."

As we entered the cafeteria, I couldn't help but marvel at the amount of tables were set up. And just a simple glance at the lunch line made my mouth start to salivate at the thought of so much food.

"Now, right outside the cafeteria are you lockers, which you will store your belongs temporarily. You are allowed to decorate the inside of your lockers however you please, but all personal items must be removed from them before the end of the day. Your monopad serves as your combination and lock. Your monopad will unlock your corresponding locker. Other students can leave you messages, and you can even post reminders and other messages."

I took out my monopad and hit the tab that was labeled Locker. It showed me a map of where it was located, which was the farthest away from the cafeteria door. Easy to remember, but the worst access to food. It had an inbox, which read zero messages, and a calender with bullitins to add on. As other students went to find and test out their new lockers, I went up to mine. As soon as I approached it and held the monopad up to where the lock should be, there was a click and I was able to swing the door right open.

There was shelves to put books and other supplies, hooks to hang up bags and coats, and on the back of the door a digital calender. "Sweet." I remarked.

"I wonder if you can play games on this thing..." The girl who introduced herself as Chiaki said earlier. I glanced over at the locker besides me, and it seems she was my locker neighbor. "Probably not..."

"That would be pretty cool, though." I admitted, grabbing her attention. She gave me a small smile, and I returned the kind gesture.

"If you'll follow me, please," Alter Ego gathered up the students once more. "To the right of the lockers is where you'll find the Fitness Center, where there is multiple work out machines. It's doors open at six am, but you can only access it before seven with a pass from the principal or faculty. It closes at nine pm. Right across from there is where the bathrooms and locker rooms are, as well as the second entrance to the gymnasium. The lockerooms and bathrooms can only be accessed using your monopad, to make sure you aren't going into the wrong one. To the other gender, it is locked. They open at six am and close at ten pm. Like the fitness center, you can only access the lockerooms if you have a pass administered by the principal or faculty."

"Do we have lockers in there like the ones we have at the entrance?" A boy by the name of Kazuichi asked.

"Yes, indeed," Alter Ego responded. "Now, follow me up to the second floor."

We followed Alter Ego back around near the gym entrance and up the set of stairs at the end of the hallway. And the strangest design was that to our right was the greenhouse. The entire wall was glass looking in. The greenhouse was filled with all sorts of plants, flowers, harvestables, you name it. There was even a picnic table in there. "To our right is the greenhouse, which is where we grow our food and many other flora. Students are also allowed to eat and spend time in there, but only with permission from the faculty. Unless students are part of our gardening club, which will open up soon."

I pondered the thought of spending time with Kokichi in the greenhouse. It would be a nice place, but there would be too much stimulation for our noses in there. I didn't know if Kokichi had a flower allergy or not. So the greenhouse was off the list.

Alter Ego lead us down the hallway to a more open space with couches and nice places to sit, with a big entrance labeled Library straight ahead. "This is an area where students can study and interact with each other with a more greater volume," The hologramed A.I. explained. "And down the hall to your right is the multimedia center, where there is printers and computers and other technology. I will give you a few minutes to explore these two areas before we re-group."

I instantly went inside the library. That was my go-to. Growing up with my brother, since we never really had much form of entertainment, would go to the library and read all sorts of books together. Some of my favorite authors were J. K. Rowling, Lemony Snicket, and Stephen King. There were dozens upon dozens of shelves towering above me. There were long tables with reading lamps, a cozy fireplace with large plush-looking armchairs and loveseats. To top it off, one of the walls were completely glass, letting natural light into the room, casting a heavenly glow onto the books. I couldn't stop myself from gawking.

"Wow, you a bookworm or something?" Kokichi came up from behind me. "You seem a little out of it..."

"I read plenty of books when growing up, so I'm practically in heaven," I breathed. I turned to Kokichi, which by the look of his expression was amused by me nerding-out. "This would be the perfect place to hang out!"

"I dunno, libraries kinda make me uneasy..." His voice trailed off. "Ever since Rantaro died in one, they kinda just are sorta creepy to me nowadays..."

I frowned, realizing I was making him uncomfortable. "Oh, I'm sorry Kokichi, I didn't mean-"

"Juuuust kidding~!" He winked. "Libraries just aren't my style, y'know?"

"Liar..." I mumbled.

"That's what I am!" Kokichi beamed with pride. He then grabbed my wrist. "C'mon, let's go check out the multimedia center!" He then started running, dragging me along with him, out of the library and down the hall, where a handful of other students were.

When we entered, the first thing I made note of was the amount of computers there were. Plenty of them, all lined up in five rows of eight. Along the windows were tables with 3D printers and regular printers set up. At the front of the room was a big screen, which I assumed was gonna be used for displaying videos and power points.

"Not gonna lie, I thought it would be more exciting," Kokichi heaved a sigh of disapointment. "All the nerds here must be over the moon, though."

"I think it's a bit over-the-top for a high school computer room," I whistled. "I'm kinda impressed that they have so many resources here. But then again, it's a school for gifted teenagers..."

"When are we gonna go to the next area?" Kokichi examined his hand in what I assumed out of boredom.

"I don't know," I shrugged, longing to explore the library more. "I'm gonna go back to the library." I told Kokichi as I started to make my way back to the room filled with books.

"Well wait for me, idiot." Kokichi sped up so he could besides me.

"I thought libraries weren't your style," I raised an eyebrow at him. "Or was that another lie?"

"Well, you never know if there's a secret room in the library," Kokichi flashed me a mischeivious smile. "Or better yet something even cooler!"

"You make a good point there, Kokichi." I nodded in his direction as I continued my way through the library doors.

(At this point it becomes a bit NSFW)

As I scanned the shelves in the different sections, Kokichi dawdled behind. It was kinda weird, though. He was just staring behind me, as if he was scanning me up and down. Not really observing, but something else...

"What'cha doing back there, Kokichi?" I looked back at him. He was leaning against a shelf, just staring at me."

"Nothing much," He shrugged, smirking. "Just enjoying the view, that's all~..."

I blinked, furrowing my brow. "Of what, exactly?"

"Whaaaaattttt~? You seriously don't know...?" Kokichi came up to me and backed me up into another shelf. He propped his hand against it, leaning into me. "...I'm looking at a snack~..." His voice became low and husky.

I stared at him. "I don't have food on me, Kokichi," I told him. I then paused in consideration. "I would like to have some, though. If I did I would share it with you, if that's what your essentially asking me."

"Nishishi~!" He chuckled. "Oh no, you are sorely mistaken! It's all over you..."

(Becomes SFW once again)

"Do I got a mustard stain on my shirt or something?"

"Kokichi, stop it!!" A voice then came from down the aisle. I turned my head to see the blonde girl that was next to me during everyone's introductions and a guy with cyan-colored hair and thick lower eyelashes. The command came from the male, who was pointing right at Kokichi.

"Shuichi!!" Kokichi seemed to bounce right back at the sight of the cyan-haired male and charged right at him, arms outstretched to give him a hug. The guy then froze up, and was tackled to the ground by Kokichi. "I missed you sooooooo much!!"

"K-Kokichi, get off of me!!" The guy stuttered, struggling to get the smaller male off of him.

The blonde girl came up to me, her eyes filled with concern. "Are you okay? It looked like Kokichi had you pinned against the shelf, there." She asked, pointing to the shelf.

"I'm good- Ah, Katie, was it?" I scrunched up my face trying to remember the girl's name."

"Kaede," The girl corrected me with a bright smile. "Kaede Akamatsu."

"Right, sorry," I quickly apologized. "Yeah, I'm perfectly fine, thanks for asking," I turned my attention towards Kokichi, who was straddling the poor guy at this point. "Uh, Kokichi, I think you should get off him now."

"Awwwww..." He whined, pouting. "Okay, then!" He then jumped right back on his feet, letting the man stand up. Kokichi then skipped back besides me

"Kokichi, what the hell were you doing to this poor girl?!" The guy scolded as he brushed off his black and grey stripped blazer. "I mean, pinning her down, what were you thinking?!"

"Who are you, again?" I pointed at the guy. "Sorry, there was so many introductions I can hardly remember the all."

"Shuichi Saihara," The guy reintroduced himself, giving me a small smile. "Ultimate Detective."

"Nice to meet you, Shuichi," I smiled back. "Same for you, Kaede," I nodded to Kaede. "But uh- no, it's totally fine. He just thought I had food on me and asked for some, it's all good."

"Pffffttthahahahahaha!!" Kokichi doubled over and went out into complete hysteria, clutching his sides and slapping his knees. "Ohmygod you're so stupid!! Hahahahaaaaaa!!" He wheezed.

"How?" I stared down at him in confusion. "You we're looking at me, I asked why, you said you were looking at a snack, I said I didn't have food on me, then you said it was all over me, and then you tackled Shuichi. I don't see why I'm the stupid one here, because you're the one that insisted that I had food on me which I clearly don't." I gestured to my clothes to show the lack of crumbs and stains.

"U-Um, that's- ah..." Shuichi's voice started to crack, him covering his mouth while he looked down at the floor, clearing avoiding my gaze.

"I think what Kokichi was trying to call you was- um..." Kaede's voice trailed off, uneasiness in her voice. "...s-sexually appealing."

"Oh," I blinked, turning my attention back to Kokichi. "Um, thanks for the compliment?"

"I was just messing with 'ya," Kokichi waved it off with a hand, him catching his breath. "I would never think of you like that, let alone perv on 'ya," He reassured me, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. "Oh my god, that was priceless!" He sighed.

"For you, that is. It's just confusing for me," I shrugged. "I've never really been the type of gal to think about that kind of stuff, so I don't know sex terms or the meaning of when someone calls another person a snack."

"Then toying with you is gonna be more difficult then I thought," Kokichi started to bite his thumbnail, muttering. Then he quickly put his hands resting on the back his head. "Ah well, I'll figure out something. For now, I gotta make sure that filthy cum dumpster doesn't taint your innocent mind~!"

"I'm not that innocent, I'm aware about sex. I just know little to nothing about it..." My voice trailed off at the end. "Also, what's a cum dumpster?"

"Don't ask." Shuichi shook his head.

"Why that loud filthy pig during the introductions, of course!" Kokichi exclaimed, his tone matter-of-factly. "You must stay away from her at all costs, 'ya hear me? She's an absolute slut that will tell you all the terms about sex, and you're too innocent to be taught those awful things!"

"Your treating me like child," I pointed out. And at this point I felt like one, though Kokichi was only a smidge taller than me. "I'm sixteen years old, I can make my own decisions. And I can remember her name no prob, her introduction was the one that was the most out there. Miu Iruma, Ultimate Inventor."

"It's not very nice to call Miu such vulgar names, Kokichi," Kaede informed the violet-eyed boy. "She probably doesn't enjoy the names you give her, either."

"She probably likes it when she's hooking up with someone," Kokichi shrugged. "So I don't see why I can't call her names."

"I think a more polite way to describe Miu is that she's sexually active," I suggested. "Besides, she seems to be brimming with self confidence."

"Well yeah, same thing..." Kokichi muttered, suddenly gaining some attitude. "And that's not self-confidence, it's narcissism." He quickly added on.

"You can't exactly be one to talk, Kokichi," Shuichi pipped up. "You can be a bit full of yourself sometimes."

"Yeah but not as often as Miu, and I'm leaving it at that." Kokichi folded his arms across his chest, leaving us all in an awkward silence.

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Like what you see and wanna read the whole thing? Link is right here!:

https://www.wattpad.com/story/215117714-dreaming-of-a-liar-kokichi-ouma-x-reader

#drv3 kokichi #kokichi oma #kokichi ouma #kokichi x reader #x reader #danganronpa #daganronpa x reader #new danganronpa killing harmony

[poppyknitt]

Bio-Bots- A JSE Egos Fanfic

Android!Chase AU

-Post explaining how the hell i came to make this beautiful, blessed, but also cursed au in the first place

-Canon developments in the story as of writing this

[April 11th, 2017, our time]

Schneep and Jackie knew Chase wasn’t going to make it. His head was shot clean through, and his brain was damaged badly. Even if it did heal, he’d be in so much tremendous pain that he’d probably be begging to be “put to sleep”, as they call it in the veterinarian world. They stared hopelessly at the heart monitor next to Chase’s bed, which had a relatively steady pace at the moment, but, on occasion, faltered.

“... What should be done, Jackie..? He only has a little bit of time left. You and I, we-.. we both know this.”

“... I say we work together on blueprints.”

“Blueprints? What-Whatever for?!”

“... An android, of sorts. One that works and looks totally human. It may take a few weeks, but we’ll make it happen.”

“And what would I do? You are the one with the technological know-how; I, on the other hand cannot configure even a Raspberry Pi for the life of me!”

“You’ll help me make him look human. You’ll help me pull this off. We can do this, Henrik. Nothing is holding us back. No one will have to know that he died.”

“... Alright, then. Just give me heads up, yes?”

Jackie smiled sadly, “Will do, ‘doc’.”

~~~

[April 24th, 2017, our time]

Chase woke up groggily, his head spinning as his vision flooded with blindingly bright light, and he slowly pushed himself up into a sitting position. The heart monitor on his left beeped steadily, and his head was wrapped in bandages.

“Chase! You- You’re awake!” A voice, similar to his, cried out in joy, and next thing he knew, he was being glomped by a man in a black cape and strangely colored cat mask.

“Wh..Who..?” He slurred, taking a moment to figure out that this was Marvin, “Oh! ...M-Marv..?”

“Yep! That... That’s my name! Don’t.. wear it out!” Marvin said, putting on the best cheerful face he could, thought, Chase knew it wasn’t sincere, even as he laughed wryly in response. He could tell that the magician was distressed greatly by his attempt to kill himself.

~~

“Okay, so, he’s gotta be good at reading people, right? I mean, come on, even if we are just doing this to prevent further heartache, then why not take a few creative liberties that chance making social interaction and stuff like that easier?”

“Is up to you, Jackie. I for one did not know him very well beforehand, so you may wind up on your own for the programming part of this.”

“M’kay. Cool. I’m gonna do it.”

~~

[April 30th, 2017, our time]

“Stacy? Hi... It’s me, Chase... I was just calling to ask when you’re gonna let me see the kids next... I really miss them... S-Sorry for bothering you... I’ll... just go now..” He sighed, and hung up the phone.

“She still being petty?” Marvin asked, his face reading nothing but slightly amused sympathy.

“Yeah.”

“Damn. Well, cheer up, pal! She’ll have to listen to ya some day!”

“Maybe...”

~~~

“Greetings, Chase. I’m Jackieboyman! But, uh, I’d prefer being called Jackie.”

“... Uh... hey..? Good to meet you!” As the android spoke, his face lit up, as if he were just registering the name, and felt like he recognized it. Or something. Either way, it seemed like a good thing that he showed recognition, because it meant that at least one of the features he’d implemented into the android was working.

Jackie grabbed his clipboard, and checked off “Name recognition” from the list.

“What is that?” Chase asked, peering over his shoulder from behind. Jackie hadn’t even noticed him move! Weird. But cool!

“Um, it’s a list of functions you’re supposed to have. I have to make sure you function like a normal human if we’re gonna get the others to believe there’s nothing wrong.”

“Oh. Is silent footsteps one of them?”

“Not intentionally, no. I think it’s a byproduct of the materials we used.”

“Cool.”

“Hey, not to change the subject or anything, but how’re your tricks for the bro average channel going so far?”

“Pretty good! I can do a triple flip now! Wanna see?”

“Heck yeah, man! That sounds epic!”

Chase grinned cheerfully, and, going a fair bit back so he didn’t risk bumping into his older brother. He jumped up several feet, backflipped, landed on one hand, and did it twice more, landing on both hands the second, and on his knees the third. Jackie watched, eyes wide in awe, and applauded him excitedly when he finished.

“Wow! That was awesome!”

“Aw, shucks, Jackieboy! You’re too kind! Too kind!” Chase grinned, bowing humorously.

~~~

[Sometime in August, 2017, our time]

“Seán... Please... I-I don’t know if you can hear me, but... please... wake up.. We need you now, more than ever...” His voice broke as he pleaded for his old friend to wake up. Between the loss of Henrik, and Jack’s coma, he didn’t know if he was gonna be able to keep it all together.

~~~

Jackie watched Chase from a ways back, his heart breaking at the sight of his youngest brother melting down by the side of their creator’s bed in the hospital. He was about to go hug him and tell him it was gonna be okay, but Marvin ran in, pushed past him, and practically glomped poor Chase. The magician was clearly upset about the loss of Henrik and Jack, but he seemed to understand that the best they could do about it right now was help each other keep it together. Chase seemed shocked by the sudden hug, but he quickly returned it, appearing to be holding back tears.

~~~~

“Hey! Jackie! Look over there!” Chase exclaimed gleefully, hoping his brother was gullible enough to fall for it.

“What? What am I looking for?” Jackie asked in confusion as he looked where Chase had pointed. Chase grinned mischievously, and ran up to him while he was distracted, grabbing the hero’s goggles and yanking them down so they covered his eyes. Jackie yelped in surprise, and scrambled to adjust the goggles so he could see, as Chase made a break for it, darting away from him as fast as he could. Jackie yelled at him, and gave chase, catching up to him quickly, and tackled him to the pavement.

“Hey! No fair! Let me go!” Chase yelped, surprised by the strength of Jackie’s grip.

Jackie grinned, and stole his hat, letting go of him as he spoke, “Fine! But you’re still gonna pay for that”, and shot up, darting off in the direction of home. Chase laughed, and ran after him, yelling for him to give his hat back.

~~~~

[October 2018, our time]

Chase clutched onto his abdomen, coughing every now and then, as a strange, orange-ish liquid oozed around his arm. He didn’t understand why his blood looked so unnatural, but he didn’t think about that, as he let himself sink into a blind rage, and ran at the foreign glitch that was attacking Marvin.

“Chase, no!” Jackie screamed at him, desperately trying to drag himself after him, but the hero collapsed, his own wounds making him too weak to hold himself up anymore. Chase’s instincts screamed at him to go back for Jackie and flee this place, but he had to save his other brothers, too. Everything he knew about biology told him he shouldn’t even be able to run right now, but he didn’t care; Obviously, he could, which meant he was the only one able to do anything right now.

He tackled the glitch to the ground, and started throwing punches at his face, glad he was able to take him by surprise, since he probably wouldn’t have been able to pull that off if he hadn’t. The Anti screamed in anger, violently throwing him off, and stood up, as Chase caught himself. The vlogger stood as well, his eyes burning with hatred.

“Chase..! You..! You’re hurt! Wh-What-?!”

“He’s an android, Marvin.” Jackie wheezed.

“W-Wh-?! S-Since when?!”

“Since April...”

“W-Who else knew?!”

“... Henrik knew. He helped me create him...“

“Where- What happened to the Chase we knew?!”

“... He didn’t survive. The day Chase woke up was really just... the day after he had died..”

Chase listened silently, his heart heavy. He’d always had an underlying suspicion that he wasn’t as human as they’d said, but he didn’t realize he wasn’t human at all. He sighed, and opened his mouth, interrupting the conversation, “Marv, take Jem and the doc, and run. Don’t go home. Just... run. Make sure you never look back, and most importantly, don’t stop running until we meet again, okay?” The order came out dry and empty, his hate-filled gaze never leaving the glitch as he spoke.

“B-But what about you and Jackie?!” Marvin yelped, eyes wide, as tears began spilling from his eyes in small streams.

“... We’ll be fine. We’re gonna fight this guy off, and then we’ll run, too. I dunno how, or where, but we’re not stay here. Our world might as well be toast.”

“Chase..” Jameson’s speech slide appeared, and Chase gritted his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut as he, too, began to cry.

“Go, god damn it! Go before I do something really fucking stupid!” He sobbed, not paying any mind to the sadistic grin plastered on the glitch’s face, as his voice cracked and broke. At that, Marvin didn’t take another warning, and, as he helped Schneep up, he cast a spell. Soon enough, it was just him, Jackie, and the monster that had invaded their world.

Speaking of the damned, the glitch began laughing his mentally unstable laugh, and held up his knife, which was stained with orange, “Oh̶,̧ ḩo̧w҉ a͟do͝rable̢!́ You real̴l̷y ́t̀h̨ìnk͜ ͜they̶ ̴c͢a̕n ͠ęsc͟ap͜e̡ me f̨o̵r l҉o̡n̢g͢ ̨j̀ust ̶bec̸ausę ̷y͘o͞u ͢tol͟d́ ̸t͡he̵m to҉ r̷u͏n?! ̨Oh, ҉d͢e͏a͏r͞ ̀r͡ób̶ot̛, ̕I ͞h҉àte to ̡say ̀ít,̢ b͘u͘t́ ̡as͜ ̢s͡o͜on͠ ̢as̵ I͏’m done ͟w̵i҉th̀ ́yo҉u? I’̀m̛ g̷o͏i͡n̴g straight for ͡t͏h̀em̸!̛”

“That’s why you’re not getting a chance to do that.” Chase said, smirking a little. The Anti paused, looking utterly dumbfounded by his statement. They stood there quietly for a moment, until Chase subtly signaled to Jackie, and the hero yelled at the glitch.

“Hey, doofus! You forgetting someone?!” Jackie taunted. The glitch growled in annoyance, and turned to him. Chase took the chance his brother had given him, and used his soundless footsteps to his advantage. He sprinted at the glitch, and withing moments, he was on top of him once more, punching the ever living hell out of him once more. It took until Jackie yelled for him to stop for him to realize he’d knocked the Anti unconscious.

He got off of the demon, and ran to Jackie, picking him up in an almost-bridal style fashion, despite his brother’s adamant protesting, “Shut up, dad. You’re too weak to walk.” He joked, knowing Jackie would be embarrassed by the spontaneous new nickname.

Without looking back even once, he used a little spell Marvin had taught him a while back, and opened a portal to another world.

———————————

Help i’ve been writing this story practically nonstop for like 8-9 hours and i’m already attached to Android!ChaseSo, yep! This is basically all of the super major parts in Android!Chase’s story that I’ve made yet! Also, random note, but uh, the Anti that came in at the end was indeed Monitor (the anti from one of my other aus, if this is the first fic of mine that you’ve read), and he most definitely destroyed the universe they came from. Whether Chase & Jackie ever reunited with Marvin, JJ and Henrik is currently unconfirmed, but don’t loose hope, because I’d absolutely love to be able to expand upon their stories later on! Though, I think my favorite part of this au is Jackie and Chase’s QPR father/son dynamic-

taglist:

@antis-loyal-puppet @tiny-septic-puppet @chaoticcrimsonrose (yes i know you hate the angst but this is only like 50% angst) @rorald-spooks @septic-dr-schneep

Additional tags:

@hotcocoachia @insaneangel18-blog @aquaticember06

#jacksepticeye #jacksepticeye egos #WritersofJack #chase brody #jackieboy man #android chase au #fanfic 2 #i hope you all know i had to die inside just to write this bitch

[taeguboi]

BTS x GOT7 Ship Pairings HCs

Request: ‘ bts with got7 members? like pairs in friendship and as a ship’

Part 2 of BTS x GOT7 request

PREVIOUS POST: BTS x GOT7 Friendship Pairings

Headcanons Masterlist

GOTBANG (BOY)FRIEND-SHIPS

Rap Monster + Jackson: RapSon 랩슨

The RapSon cannot be unseen

Though their relationship is love/hate

more love from Jackson’s side let’s be honest

Rap Mon is soft for Jackson

Too intelligent for y’all

Lots of sass with each other

well actually

it’s mostly Jackson jumping round being precious

followed by Rap Mon being

r00d

but they equally make fun of the shit each of them does on stage

“well Rap Monster is like this”

“but Jackson is like this”

uh Namjoon

your phone is ringing

you should, you know

probably answer that

“nahhh”

because he wants to seem chill and manly

Jackson may be older

but Rap Mon is the hyung, really

Mothers’ blessings needed

and of course, they instantly give their blessings

Jin + JB: JaeJin 재진

Not to be confused w/ JinJae

Confidence

Visual couple

Both like to take photos

But there’s no prettier picture than his boyfriend

JB is always writing in his notebook

Jin inspires him

makes songs just for Jin’s voice

not just ballads or whatever bullshit we get fed as to why Jin doesn’t get enough f*ckin’ lines most of the time

Fancy restaurant dates

midnight snacks

2 single parents unite

bc Jackson is enough for Joon to look after so bye

Youngjae gets special treatment tho

BROAD SHOULDERS

BIG MOUTHFULS OF FOOD

acting

will act sensitive to get what they want

like ‘I’m so offended’

just so they get the last of everything

cover is bust when they’re giggling in their room

because omg they fell for it yet again

sass

but never on the level of the Suga/Jinyoung pairing

seriously has no one giffed the jin/jb back hug thing that time at the isac? dammit

well, insert that here, in your mind before the next gif

Suga + Jinyoung: SugaJin 슈가진 / YoonYoung 윤영

SAVAGE to everyone

Act so cold in public

but behind closed doors, they’re so squishy

*knock on the door*

*quick, act manly*

*we totally weren’t spooning,*

*or feeding each other food,*

*no homo*

*you should leave”

*so Jinyoung can read Yoongi a bedtime story*

back up parents

Ninjas

you don’t always notice they’ve entered the room

til you turn round and

GODDAMMIT HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN LOOKING OVER MY SHOULDER?!

*shrugs*

chill

yet have no chill

J-Hope + Youngjae: YoungHope 영홉 / HopeJae 홉재

SUNSHINE SHIP

Pure

You can just walk up to them from behind

and they both scream

bless

Always clinging onto each other

Gentle souls

“boys, what are you doing?”

“V-hyung thought he saw a ghost so we’re hugging to increase our energy field against it”

or something along the lines of idk about conspiracy and superstition tbh

Youngjae playing piano for J-Hope to dance to

J-Hope giving Youngjae the energy to wake up in the mornings

Taking Coco on long walks together

Sorry Mark, you’re gonna have to share her with one more person

Coco adores Hobi

That’s sign enough for Youngjae that he’s the one

and he drags J-Hope into the whole

I AM OUT thing

Jimin + BamBam: BamMin 뱀민

No one really expected this

There was just something about BamBam

That flustered Jimin

and Jimin’s mood eventually was just like that moment when he was like

“JEON JEONGGUK!!!” on the rooftop

only with BamBam’s name obviously

Like last year, when Jimin saw BamBam, he was a cute bubby

But then he just entered the room one day and it was like

h O L y  s H i t  h E  g R e W  UP

Although they’re in the maknae lines of their respective groups

They treat each other as one another wants to be treated

so they treat each other like the men they are

Offensive dancing couple

too many thrusts and rolls for any sane person to handle

That couple that make everyone late

“just five more minutes!”

“you said that 2 hours ago!”

selcas galore

that one in particular of their matching ear piercings becomes iconic

P L U M P  L I P S

matching clothes

dye their hair specifically to become the most aesthetically pleasing couple ever

V + Mark: VMark 뷔맠 / TaeMark 태맠

Adorable

Mark sometimes helps V with his English

but gets distracted by the proudness

and then he just has to stop for cuddles

V loves cuddling his older boyfriend

V is always the big spoon

because he always has to hug something in his sleep

sometimes he’ll even act sleepy just so he can keep hugging Mark

Skateboarding dates

lots of dates actually

just nipping down to the shop together

turns into sitting on a park bench together enjoying life

everything becomes a date

Mark, you have to stop jumping off of things in front of this kid tho

because he wants to try that shit for himself like

NO TAE!!!

but Mark does have a calming effect on V

Mark makes sure to look after V well

easily distracted

“Uh, guys, didn’t you have something cooking on the stove?”

*smoke alarm sets off*

oops

Actual puppies

Jungkook + Yugyeom: JungGyeom 정겸 / YuGuk 유국

This maknae ship can’t be unseen either

Jungkook didn’t think he’d want to date someone taller or younger

Until Yugyeom

Yugyeom can be quite mature for his age

Smiles all round

Growing up too fast

everyone one day is just sat there minding their own business having their separate conversations

and then Yugyeom just blurts this innuendo out to Jungkook

and the whole dinner table is SHOOK

Jin has to hold back that one tear he’s about to shed

but then Jinyoung says something savage to Yugyeom

everyone laughs and carries on and ‘forgets’

but they don’t forget

that will always be the day that innocence went extinct

bowling dates

Yugyeom likes long hugs in public

Jungkook gets flustered and embarrassed

getting teased by the other 97 liners they’re in a chat with

bless these children

I did my best on this hc, hope this was almost as much fun to read as it was to think about all the got-bang interactions haha... 

It got a bit tricky along the way because I only wanted to do each got7 member once for friendship and once for a ship so it was all equal... if not it would have been Youngjae dating like 4 people and JB at least 2 and it’d be one weird love triangle only with a shape with more sides [when did I stop being smart]

#bts #got7 #gotbang #ugh tags #kpop #kpop interactions #kpop ships #bts ships #got7 ships #gotbang ships #rap monster #namjoon #jin #seokjin #suga #yoongi #jhope #hoseok #jimin #v #bts v #taehyung #jungkook #mark #mark tuan #jinyoung #park jinyoung #got7 jinyoung #jackson #jackson wang

[swearronchanel]

Who let me watch 5.06?

I should be doing an assignment that’s due tomorrow but ya know due tomorrow means do tomorrow. Lol I know I should be ashamed to be a procrastinator but university has ruined me anyway. I’m tired from literally going to one lecture haha, but in any event I’ve been rewatching mad men for the who knows what time but I thought I’d take a break from all that and watch an episode of CtM & @flyingnonny inspired me to do a reaction post so why not? I decided on 5.06 since last Sunday’s episode reminded us of that camping trip 😂😂  here goes nothing.. 

*skips intro bc I’m impatient*

Cute community moment ☺️

TRIXIE😍 slaying my life

Shelagh looks so good too 😍 and Angela melting my heart!

Why is shelagh forever wearing cardigans? I like cardigans every now and then but all the time, really?

Everyone is sitting outside, Trixie is in a sleeveless dress, as is Barbara, so it has to be warm?? take it off Shelagh

She’s still my bby though even if I don’t always agree with her fashion choices

what gross vejo pinching Trixie’s ass? That’s not ok

And Babs too lmao, creepy old man, die

Shelagh saying “hello dear” aw

But this is like the only interaction between Shelagh and Trixie & that does not suffice !!

ALL I WANT IS FOR THEM TO HAVE AN ACTUAL FRIENDSHIP IDC HOW MANY TIMES IVE SAID IT I REALLY Want it😭😭💕💕 my two fav bbys

I HAVE EVEN GIVEN REASONS WHY & I CAN GIVE THEM AGAIN ***        1) Why not?? Shelagh has like no real friends besides her husband and sort of Sister Julienne?                                                 

 2) just please, because I’m asking nicely                                                     3) When Shelagh was Sister Bernadette she was often friendly/ in the gossip and conversation with the nurses & remember that one time Trixie grabbed her to come listen to Jenny’s phone conversation?               

4) Trixie was the only one besides Sister Julienne to visit her in the sanatorium. That has to count for something!                                             5) They’ve both been on the show since day 1 & have known each other the longest (besides the nuns) why wouldn’t they be friends or least actually speak to each other?

Aye this is the lady who’s fake pregnant

Shelagh wearing earrings though >> here for it

Sorry there will be a lot of gushing over Shelagh and Trixie

And also I WANT TRIXIE’S HOOP EARRINGS SO BAD, where can I find them??

And how do I get her clothes and figure and her everything lol?

PHYLLIS ! My champion

“Would it have killed you to sit down for five minutes and eat the whole thing!” I LOVE HER, SHE IS A GEM, A HERO, A BADASS & IM NOT READY FOR SUNDAY. IM GOING TO BAWL WITH AND FOR HER

she deserves the best

I think this is the only time I’ve ever heard Trixie address Shelagh by her first name?? a prob.

They need to interact more 😭💔💕😍 I will stop saying it when I’m dead even then I’ll prob say it

Actually when I think of it no one ever calls Shelagh by her first name besides obviously Patrick? And Sister Julienne

#MoreShelaghAndTheOtherNursesInteracting2k17aka1962

And I need at least two seconds of them dotting on pregnant Shelagh

Helen looks so good like goals

“I threatened to put one man over my knee but that only encouraged him” HA IM DEAD NO KINK SHAME

I think there’s been a similar joke before but fuck it it’s still funny to me

But seriously everyone loves Trixie lol how could you not though?

Hey Pats, it’s been a while

Lol omg Tim in that uniform.. Not the best costume 😂😂

Never seen Whistle Down the Wind

But you see, Tom and Babs making out as usual, I’m not knocking it lol but this is why Sister J told her to chill when they went to South Africa😂

also lowkey jealous bc Jack Ashton is handsome af and that could’ve been me but it’s all good. He and Helen are adorable together and I’m here for it x10000

Omg I forgot this lady got assaulted

Oh shit I just remembered this is the episode where sister MC is attacked FUCK WHY DID I WATCH THIS

she can’t report it bc she’d get arrested for soliciting wtf

But remember Shelagh wore the headbands in like series 3 (so glad she stopped I was not here for it)? They must’ve gave them to Babs lol

I forgot Trixie didn’t tell the nurses about AA yet

But she looks gorgeous as ever, even with her mascara running

Lowkey nauseas looking at all that fish ugh. Funny becuase they put a grocery store that has a fish market on the block up from where I live in NYC and I hate it  

I forgot about Peter lol and he was in an episode this series whoops

LIKE WHERE’S YOUR WIFE LOL, *I know, too busy for this, I don’t think she’d fit in the series anymore anyway*

Sister Mary Cynthia 😰❣️

Lol she doesn’t sing loud enough ??

Sister Julienne is so cute when she smiles but don’t forget she’s a badass

REMEMBER THE AGGRESSIVE JACKET FLAP BC OF THE IRRITATING SISTER URSULA

How did this girl hide her pregnancy though?

And did her brothers just not realize she was pregnant and the mother wasn’t?

Oh jeez my cousin was a colic-y baby and my parents kept him like 3 days a week when I was in high school & it was a nightmare. I didn’t sleep for so long

Dont get me wrong I love babies. But when they scream when I’m trying to sleep, nope. Return to sender.

Shelagh is so excited about camping it’s the purest and most adorable thing 😭😭And I like her shirt  

Shelagh made Tim copy the napkin folding from a magazine, SHE IS A GEM

“We never have serviettes on a weeknight” wtf did they just not use napkins every day? I’m confused Lmaoo. What am I missing here 😂omg that reminds me of one of the times my family and I went on a cruise (2006, hella long time ago already wow?? 11 yrs yikes) and my brother & cousin were late to dinner and lied to my mom & aunt saying they were at a “napkin folding class” & my family deadass believed it up until 2 years ago😂

Shelagh’s accent is so cute. I’ve said that many times but it’s so sweet. But again why do we just have to accept she’s Scottish with no context as to how/why she came to England? Like I’m sure there were convents in Scotland. I dont even care that much I just will forever be curious as to why it seems she had no life before she got married lol? Like they don’t ever bring up the fact she was a nun, but ok maybe she feels awkward talking about it but what about before? 

They’re so excited it’s so precious, protect this family 😂😭💕💕

Sister MJ is fasting lol I should try it😂

Omg another dumb story, I didn’t realize today is Ash Wednesday and was hella confused seeing some people with ash on their forehead 😂😂 I should give up something for lent but idk what, we shall see. My mom gave up carbs last year & I died bc I lived at home and ate what she cooked and almost all my fav foods are carbs😂

Shelagh referred to Patsy as Patsy, I’ve only ever heard her say Nurse Mount??

lol Tim you’re what 14? you know damn well those arent* bullet holes

at least he has some of his innocence still. I didn’t @ 14

Sometimes I forget I’m gonna be 19 this year wtf. I’ve accidentally told people I’m 16 before and had to correct myself 😂😂

Patrick is excited about this holiday, boy you don’t know what’s coming 😂

HE’S GONNA ATTACK THE LADY WITH A BABY I FORGOT THAT TOO WTF

I wanna fight him

Diane’s anemic ? Or her mum is just assuming

SHELAGH IN HER CAMPING OUTFIT!! The hair scarf and trousers !! I’m so here for it 😍😭

I want to see her in another pair!! yes lets get it 1962. Probably not likely this series but hopefully next series!! Ah can’t wait

Shit this series is almost over 💔💔 but omg 1963 gonna be lit as well?!

Like the space race started/orbiting the earth, Kennedy’s assassination .. wait never mind lol I’m thinking of American History moments. but still a lot of it was crazy world news so maybe it’s mentioned?? first bond film came out in'63, petition for Tim to go take Susan whatever from around the corner to see it since we know he liked the novels

Lots of famous films came out in ‘63 so there’s gotta be some reference.

Fun fact: I love pop culture references in period drama bc I’m lame jk I’m majoring in education (to teach history)

Old news but still relevant: Phyllis’s turn on: Rolodex systems 📇

“CRANE, as in the wading bird or industry lifting equipment, whichever you prefer” LOVE U PHYLLIS, YOU CORRECT HIM

PHYLLIS’S FACE WHEN GODFREY SUGGESTS SHE CAME OUT OF RETIREMENT, IM DEAD

“I shall consider retirement when I’m at the appropriate age”  IM LAUGHING SO HARD, FUCK YEA PHYLLIS. I LOVE HER SO MUCH, LINDA BASSET IS ON THE LIST WITH LAURA AND HELEN OF PEOPLE WHO COULD PUCH ME IN THE FACE AND I’D THANK

LOL SHELAGH JUST STANDING AWKWARDLY LISTENING TO THIS CONVERSATION

“Buenos vacaciones”  I NEED MORE PHYLLIS WORKING ON HER SPANISH I LOVE IT, Ella es oro.

lol the roof rack, bet it was Phyllis’s they borrowed when they moved

PHYLLIS’S FACE OF DISGUST WHEN DR GODFREY SMILES AT HER IS ME ALWAYS

LOL THE THE NURSES & SISTER WINIFRED DYING OVER PATRICK’S SHORTS (EVen though sister W “swears she’s not looking”)

I THINK THE SOCKS AND WHITE DAD SANDALS ARE MORE AMUSING 😂😂

Poor Judith💔

It’s a vicious attack Sister J! But you don’t know it yet so I get u

Here comes summer..😂

SETTING UP IN THE POURING RAIN LOL

Shelagh and Angela being adorable !!

Tim and Patrick proud that  they set the tents up & boom it falls 😂 which is symbolic for me taking exams, I think I did well or at least decent on them and then I find out I failed by like 5 points

Nonnatus table scenes <3 😭

”I’ve seen more dangerous marshmallow bunnies“ lmao Pats this is a serious moment I shouldn’t laugh

Shelagh took off her glasses 😉😏 but fr how is Laura Main so perfect

Patrick put scotch in its lit, pass it over😏

Lol Shelagh drinking is a strange thought but I’m so here for it. Nuns can’t drink right? Idk. Imagine her drinking alcohol for the first time and just getting drunk 😂 we know Patrick and Tim are lightweights getting drunk off one beer so I assume shelagh would too😂

Damn it Patrick, you spilled your cup. Furthermore proving you’re a disaster 😭

LMAO SHELAGH’s “WTF” FACE WHEN SHE ASKS PATRICK WHAT HE’S THINKING ABOUT AND HE SAID THE ULCER CLINIC

LIKE C'MON PATRICK YOU KNOW WHERE SHELAGH WAS TRYNA GO WITH THAT😂

“And if you don’t mind my saying so, you’re not exactly Cliff Richards yourself” SHELAGH 😂😂 another great line of hers, love it

I love their playful banter lol we need more of that 😂 but lets be real series 6 has had some of the greatest Shelagh and Patrick moments so I can’t complain 😭😍

Peter and Barbara is such a unusual dynamic haha

“How is chummy?” Wait does Babs even know Chummy? I don’t even remember if they met tbh

But for real Shelagh did you really think Patrick would just forget about work completely ??

Lol Angela crying because she is petrified of squirrels😂😂and Shelagh running to her is so cute.

Why didn’t she just get rid of the *creepy* squirrel nutkin book? it seemed like they still had it in series 6 haha

rice pudding is I think the same as aroz con leche, lol it’s gross sorry

Diane’s water broke oh shit

the Turners all in the tent playing I spy bc it’s raining haha

I went camping for the first and last time this past summer w/ my sister in laws & her friends, it was awful 😂😂 I got like 100 mosquito bites that became welts, i literally slept in the car the second night & it was mid July fairly south of east coast aka it was humid and sticky af , there were wild horses that walked around..Thank God they brought alcohol cause it was a nightmare I don’t wanna remember 😂😂

ANGELA IS SO CUTE UGH & ANOTHER GREAT SHELAGH FACE😂

lol yes go to a hotel, should’ve done that from the get

So what exactly does Fred run? some civil defense thing?

She’s in labor and can’t even scream omg, I’m screaming

“They are often incorrect in their opinion” Sister MJ is a gem. I want someone to look at me the way Sister MJ looks at cake and the television

Phyllis yelling at Dr Godfrey😂

PATS’S FACE OF DISGUST IS ALSO ME

HOW DO THESE WOMEN GIVE BIRTH STANDING/SITTING UP?? AHHHH

There you are Beatrix, it’s been a while

Patsy being suspicious with the card game line lol. but when is Trixie going to find out about Patsy and Delia?

SHE RIPPED OUT HER WOMB?! WTF OMG IM SCREAMING

THIS HURTS TO WATCH AHH

Trixie and Sister MC to the rescue but omg this is wild I forgot

Fred wtf you can’t be sneaking up like that

DONT LEAVE SISTER MC ALONE TRIXIE

NOO, IM NOT PREPARED FOR THIS

“There are flowers on the table, and feathers in these pillows, that’s all the nature I need to get back to” I feel you Patrick lol, I like nature but not camping

Lol remember Shelagh’s old nightgown? ah I don’t miss it. The bri nylon is such a look™ & obviously has magically powers i.e this miraculous conception.

“..or they’ve been mulled to death by squirrels” IM DEAD HAHA THAT WAS A GOOD DAD JOKE, NICE ONE PATRICK

aw the baby is so precious

Why is the operating room/being in surgery called theatre in the U.K.?? and why is the doctor’s office/practice called the surgery? so many questions from a confused American..

Sister MC by the docks😭💔 she was just chillin with God and THIS HORRIBLE MAN RUINS EVERYTHING WTF UGH

Oh no

SISTER MC JUST UNCONSCIOUS ON THE DOCKS WTF IM CRYING WHY WOULD HURT HER

Patrick even if you were there she wouldn’t have called you, don’t blame urself

it’s not your arrogance sister MC!!

“don’t you even say the word fault, do you hear me, I won’t allow it” 😭💔 it’s NOT your fault sister MC 😰

I forgot how upset/hurt this episode makes me

“The worst thing is that I actually stopped to pray…” my heart hurts

You can’t even blame her for being angry😪

Judith you’re not a bad mother!! This isn’t your fault either

Sister MJ IN THE BATHROOM WITH HER😢😢💔💔 I’m c r y i n

I SAID PROTECT THEM AT ALL COSTS WHY DID THEY HURT ME LIKE THIS

Everyone so quiet at the table..

ILL FOREVER BE PROUD OF HOW BRAVE SISTER MC IS FOR SPEAKING UP FOR HER AND THE OTHER VICTIMS💖😭💔

Russian prison tats??

“I thought at first it was a test of faith, but it was a test of strength. I can bear more than I ever though I could and I can bear it for others because my strength is a gift, from him..” brb sobbing

I feel so bad for Mrs Hills bc I understand she thought she was doing the right thing and was trying to protect her daughter from the stigma & judgment from having a baby born outta wedlock 😭

But damn she almost killed her & now she can’t have any more kids

“I’m a mum, mum” Aw

lol I want children (obviously not anytime soon) but if I do Ima be shook for the rest of my life. Like my kids will  be like grown & I’ll still wake up like wtf I had them?  Lmaoo

SHELAGH’S GREY DRESS >>😍

Patrick jumping on the bed was cute lol

The Turners being cute and an unrealistically perfect family together as usual

Trixie 😍off to her AA💕

“I think it’s about time I came clean..”

Im so proud of her omg. She’s come so far in 6 series 😭💖💖😭

And Patsy and Delia are supportive yess👏🏼

“New truths were being spoken at Nonnatus house, but some remained concealed. While one voice rose, striving to erase its agony in song.”

Thanks Vanessa,, The End 😭

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