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housemdork · 13 hours ago

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house md rewatch: 1x21, "three stories"

in shining a literal spotlight on house, david shore shines his own spotlight on his writing. instant classic.

they really do shine a spotlight on house! look!

i'm a little intimidated about writing this recap since "three stories" is so beloved, so i'll just focus on listing the pieces that i found most compelling with the understanding that this episode is brilliant, foundational, etc. etc. some of the show's most expertly done expository work.

first, i love the layers of house's vulnerability in 1x21, which run deeper than him confiding the story of his infarction. house gets exhumed for us step by step, starting with stacy's introduction to the hospital. a member from the Past Life has entered into house's sanctuary, PPTH, and disrupted the ecosystem. it's also a truly gasp-worthy reveal because of how abrupt it is.

his expression is devastating to me, btw.

each time the fellows interrupt his lecture is another layer removed, too. that cameron is the first one to pop this pseudo-reality bubble he's created in the class is brilliant, given the existing tension between them post-date. yet the more interesting tension, as all 3 file into their seats, is that which exists between house's privacy and this sudden rush of honesty he's contending with. despite not wanting to do the lecture at all in the first place, he doesn't stop when he sees he's gathered not just an audience full of annoying med students, but one with personal investment in him.

next follow wilson and cuddy, who make up the middle ground between stacy and cuddy. they're both parts of his work life, the environment that vulnerability is now leeching inside, but also parts his past and personal life. they have the most informed and prying eyes, which is why wilson pushing back against house's atheism makes narrative sense here (more on that later!).

the final layer is the most intimate - the vulnerability house md engages in with the audience. the writers are finally candid with the fact that not only is this house's story, but he's not so reliable. he warps and twists reality, with the caveat that there are several people in his life capable of resetting that warping. the 4th wall breaks are the most obvious example of this, and they're hilarious:

lastly on this point, house only shares the extent of his self-reflection with the audience. he only implies the regret he feels about the infarction episode through the visions he has during his heart attack, while his life is metaphorically flashing before his eyes. only the audience sees this. when he deflects after wilson and the fellows press the issue, we know that he's understating things.

second is how house md and house himself treats group of 3s. they're dysfunctional; they make for bad teams, relationships, and decisions (middle grounds).

the fellows are a massively dysfunctional group of 3, despite 1x21 dressing them up in similar color palettes to represent each of the 3 stories. but this dysfunction is a necessary component of the diagnostics process, seen by how everything flounders when cameron isn't around. another grey area.

the 3 stories tell incomplete portions of house's backstory, and together they don't quite paint the full picture. dysfunction.

though it's in its earliest stages right now, house, cuddy, and wilson make up arguably the most dysfunctional trifecta of all, but they each need one another in a very cylical way.

yet, most significantly, house drives home the point to the students that there will always be simple right and wrong answers in medicine. they must accept that they will fail and kill patients, despite being taught that their responsibility doesn't extend that far, barring medical malpractice. he's rejecting grey areas in favor of simplified, black and white, dichotomous answers - nothing unusual for him.

obviously, he's referring to the choice he made about his leg - to not have it amputated - in favor of the much more dangerous and painful option that could have preserved his mobility. by the episode's conclusion, we get the sense that he's at least reconsidering his choice, but the true strife of the episode is the middle ground decision stacy chose as house's medical proxy.

she says it herself: he's not "big on middle grounds." but after fulfilling his request of being put in a medically-induced coma to sleep through the worst of the pain, stacy goes ahead with some of what house wanted, and some of what she wants. it renders house disabled as we see him today.

i actually think house md handles this very well. house balances many different feelings all at once where stacy is concerned: he still loves her, worries that she hates him, feels guilt for making the choice that he did, is hurt by her choice to go over his head for that middle ground option, and blames her, at least somewhat, for the hand he's been given, all of which he deals with through avoidance. yet he cuts that avoidance short in the episode's final scene, where he agrees to help stacy's new husband, mark:

it's interesting (and emotional) to note that, when handed all of these emotions, he ends up making the kind, self-sacrificing choice (hmm. who could have influenced that decision? could it be the same person who popped his lecture bubble?). but i also need to highlight the eternal question that 1x21 raises...

is this all house's fault?

and by "all," i mean truly everything - his relationships, his addiction, his misanthropy, his loneliness, etc. i also think the show handles this question well by never quite answering it. there's a fair amount of ableism baked in, but the constant battle house fights for his autonomy indicates to me that house md is, at its core, apologetic to him. we aren't led to believe that stacy made the right choice by taking his decision-making. he made the choice to keep his leg, which medically was all kinds of wrong, but who are we to deprive him of his right to choose? ESPECIALLY AFTER NOBODY BELIEVED HIM AND HIS MUSCLE WAS DYING FOR 3 DAYS BEFORE ANYONE THOUGHT TO LISTEN TO HIS OWN DIAGNOSIS.

another example of this (which i think is even more well done) is in the season 2 finale during house's hallucination. when he thinks he's been given ketamine without his consent, he (rightfully) flies off the handle, and the audience has his back.

so no, of course i don't believe that "everything" is house's fault by any means, and i don't think david shore and co. think that either. the continual challenges to his misanthropy and the undoubted audience sympathy speak to the contrary.

relatedly....this episode features house md's treatise on unconditional love. heavily. his conversation with stacy post-bypass operation confirms that he was once full of the stuff. as she's pleading with him to amputate his leg, she asks whether he would give up his leg to save her, to which he replies: "of course i would."

this is one of the least house-like conversations we've heard thus far because the current house would never talk like this, would never admit to that, would never indulge that kind of sincerity. stacy taking his autonomy, even if he agrees with her partially in the long-run, undoes this. the betrayal combined with a life full of pain and the fact that he was warned about his happening combine into his toxic cynicism that festers over time, driving stacy away, warping who he used to be. the sympathy that 1x21 engenders all at once is just SO GOOD; house md caught audiences assuming that he was an just mega-intelligent, jaded grouch with some bad habits and course-corrected.

but don't worry - i will always argue that unconditional love, the base theme of the entire show, makes it full, thematically-aligned return in 8x22 :)

returning to wilson challenging house's atheism + house's visions - i absolutely adore, through and through, how house conceptualizes his beliefs, which is crazy because he's so Negative. when cameron asks him how he can be comfortable knowing that this, the here and now, is all we have, he says, "I find it more comforting to believe that this isn't simply a test." because, if that were the case, house would feel like a failure. he shows his hand here - if it were a test, and he knew that he'd already failed, why would he keep going? why would he keep caring and trying and loving?

this is all we have in his view (and in mine), so we ought to do our best to make it right, even though in medicine, you will make mistakes, and in relationships, and in your own life, in your own mind.

there are many, many more points i could make, but i'll limit this post because it's taken a while to write lol. i know we all have our own laundry list of reasons why we love 1x21, as we should.

i also want to clarify that 1) i really like stacy and i understand/appreciate what she did; 2) i don't "blame" house at all, that's just a moral dilemma the show at large poses; 3) i don't want to excuse the ableism the show promotes throughout, i'm just highlighting a way that they portray house's disability that i found compelling/kind amidst everything else.

lastly, everyone should listen to "graveyard whistling" by nothing but thieves and think about greg house.

EXPLICIT SERIES FINALE SPOILERS BELOW:

i have to mention this here because, like i keep saying, THE SERIES FINALE MADE SENSE. house is firm in his belief in 1x21, and throughout the show, that present life is all there is, and that it's not a test, and thank god (lol) for that, or else he would have failed.

yet house's subconscious tests him during that final suicide attempt in the burning building, quite literally posing him a yes/no question that rejects the middle ground answer. he tries to let the circumstances take him without any active involvement in his own life, but the cameron hallucination refutes this, calls him a coward, and prompts him to declare what 176 episodes thought to be impossible "but i can change."

he rises above the test of his own creation, functionally dead but alive and enjoying the present that he holds so sacred. he can return to that unconditional love. IT IS SO THEMATICALLY WELL ROUNDED, I CAN'T STAND IT.

#i know i'm leaving so much out #but this is an overwhelming recap to say the least lol #so please add on your thoughts!!!#i can't believe how well and smoothly house md can shift tonally #from silliness to high hitting drama to desolate tragedy #all while feeling very consistent imo #and yes everything points back to the finale #house md #malpractice md #greg house #james wilson #lisa cuddy #allison cameron #eric foreman #robert chase #stacy warner #house md rewatch #rewatch 1 #season 1

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gremlinmodetweeker · 3 days ago

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Reunions Can Be Sweet

So, after meeting with your parents last week, it's time to meet Frankenstein!König's parents. Thankfully, this time it's a bit easier.

Tws: necrophilia jokes??? I don't even know

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Reunions Can Be Sweet

The doorbell rang and you looked at König.

“Remember,” you said, “I’m going to bring them to you. Just wait, okay?”

“I know,” König squirmed on the sofa, “I just don’t know how to even see them now.”

You kissed the top of his head as the doorbell rang again.

“It’ll be fine,” you promised and left him in the living room.

When you got to the front door, you took a moment to take a deep breath. Whatever happened next, you couldn’t take it back. With that in mind, you opened the door.

“Hallo?” the tall woman looked down at you sadly, “is it okay if we come in?”

You staggered back and opened the door for her and her husband. It didn’t matter how many times you saw them; König’s parents stood at staggering heights. His father had to duck down to get past the lampshade you’d hung up when you first moved in. It was hard to believe that there was a man taller than König, but here Frtiz stood.

“Sorry,” you said sheepishly.

“I don’t blame you,” he muttered in an uncharacteristically small voice, “I didn’t know if we’d ever see you again.”

Annabelle shot him a glare and he winced into himself. She gave you a sympathetic look as she slipped off her flats and said, “I”m sorry, Fritz hasn’t been himself lately. Now, what did you say about having a surprise for us?”

“Please no more,” Fritz murmured, “the last one-ach.”

Annabelle brushed down her long skirt and huffed.

"Obviously we're worried, but you sounded positive on the phone," Annabelle said with a practised smile, "I'm sure you know the pain we've been through lately and you wouldn't do anything to make it worse."

“Of course!" you agreed as you eyed the cross that hung around Annabelle's neck.

"Is everything alright?" she asked.

"Of course! Just follow me.

"So, um,” you began to lead them down the hall, “you’re going to have a lot of questions. I just want you to know that-”

Annabelle dropped her purse the moment she stepped into the room. Fritz cursed and picked it up, then he too froze when he looked at the man on the sofa.

“Mama, Papa,” König whispered as he slowly stood, “I’m back.”

Instead of screaming, cursing, declaring witchcraft, Annabelle stepped forward. She took another step, then another, and then she lunged into her son’s arms.

Behind her, Fritz stumbled forth in the same sort of trance. He took his wife and son in his arms, and together they sobbed.

“How?” Annabelle whispered, “was this all a joke?”

“No Mama,” König sighed, “I did die. I’m back now though.”

“But this is impossible!” Fritz stepped back to look at König, “and what’s with this rag over your head?” he paused, “you are König, right?”

“Of course I am Papa,” König laughed, “here.” He pulled his shirt out of the way to his collar, revealing a splotchy freckle on his clavicle.

Annabelle licked her thumb and rubbed at it, staring in wonder as it stuck.

You coughed in the background, “I’m the one that brought him back.”

Annabelle turned to you with tears streaming down her cheeks, “You brought my baby back. How? How did you do it?”

You grimaced, “I found some studies when I was doing my final paper a while back. I never thought they’d be of any use, but...

“And now he’s back,” Annabelle smiled and wrapped her arms around you.

Fritz stepped back and clapped his son on the shoulders and admired him.

“I thought the injuries were so bad that they had a closed casket funeral,” he muttered.

“She stitched me back up,” König told him, “and I think I was replaced with a pig. Isn't that right?”

Annabelle raised an eyebrow as she stepped back.

“It was a pig,” you admitted meekly, “I had to get his body as fresh as possible.”

Annabelle nodded slowly and turned back to her son, happily ignoring you to focus on her returned son. You worried she'd denounce you in the name of God or something, but that seemed to be the furthest thought in her mind. Annabelle reached up and cradled König's chin through the fabric mask. You heard her mutter something in German, to which König nodded and replied in kind. Fritz chimed in with something else that made König laugh and shake his head.

You smiled as you looked at the trio reconnect. Annabelle said something to Fritz, probably about König’s siblings if you heard their names correctly. Fritz nodded and you could pick out him saying yes to something Annabelle said.

With nothing left to say, you silently crept away into the kitchen to make a call you'd been putting off for weeks.

The phone rang twice, and then your professor picked up.

“Hello?” you heard him say, “who is this?”

You told him your name and then rushed through the whole scenario with König. Your professor listened carefully. In the background, you could hear the clinking of plates and a chair scraping back.

“So you’re saying you brought a dead man back to life?” Dr. Humboldt whispered, “through my research?”

“Yes sir,” you whispered eagerly, “I followed the instructions perfectly. I even managed to get the same chemical fluids through the hospital I used to intern at. I changed a few of the steps, but it worked. It actually worked.”

There was a long pause on the other end of the phone. After a minute, you leaned back to look at the phone to check if he was still on the line. You pressed the phone back up to your ear.

“Hello?”

Dr. Humboldt coughed and you heard him thump his chest.

“I’m sorry about that,” he rasped, “I just didn’t know anyone would ever see those. I was laughed out of the committee when I presented that paper. By the end I thought I made it all up! But if you can actually replicate them…”

“Then it means they worked,” you finished for him.

“What steps did you change,” he asked in a fierce whisper, “how did you manage to do it? I thought it was a fluke!”

“I changed up the preservation methods and I used a higher voltage to jump-start the heart,” you explained, “I also did a few different things around putting the pieces back together, but I took pictures of the process.”

“And the finished result. How long did it live for?” Dr. Humboldt asked.

You paused.

“Um, sir,” you looked behind you towards the living room, “it’s nearly a month and he’s still alive.”

Dr. Humboldt was silent again for a moment.

“You need to bring your subject to my office,” Dr. Humboldt said, “immediately. I need to see this to believe it.”

“I can send you my process in an email tonight,” you offered, “but I don’t think I can take König outside yet.”

“Why not?”

“Well…” you took a deep breath, “I didn’t practise on rats.”

“What?”

You took a deep breath and then quickly squeaked out, “I used my boyfriend.”

“Y-your boyfriend?” Dr. Humboldt stuttered, “you used a living human being? You’re joking.”

“Not a living person,” you said quickly, “he died in an accident. That’s why I brought him back.”

“You’re insane. That’s impossible.”

“No sir, he’s in my living room hugging his parents right now,” you said.

Dr. Humboldt clicked his pen furiously as he hummed slowly. He sighed, then said, “This could get you banned from the college,” he started, “you could be blacklisted before you’ve even started your work.”

“I understand sir,” your heart cracked in your chest.

“Your entire career could be in jeopardy. But…” Dr. Humboldt breathed slowly through his nose, “if what you’re saying is true, then I need to see him in my office.”

“But sir I don’t know if that’s possible,” you replied nervously, “how am I supposed to get him there?”

“He can fit in a car, can’t he?” Dr. Humboldt offered.

“I mean, yes, but I just don’t know how other people would react to him,” you explained.

“You brought a dead man back to life and you’re worried what other people will say?” Dr. Humboldt laughed incredulously, “you can’t be serious.”

“I mean, if you’d like, I could have you come to my place?”

“But I wouldn’t…” Dr. Humboldt thought for a moment, “if I can authenticate your findings, you’ll bring him into my lab.”

“What about bringing him out in public?”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there,” Dr. Humboldt shot you down immediately, “honestly I should report you to the police for this. This goes against everything the board of ethics stands for. I think this is the most flagrant violation I’ve ever seen in my life.

“But if you’re right and you’ve actually brought a man back to life…”

“It changes everything we know,” you whispered back.

“More than that,” Dr. Humboldt went on, “it changes how we operate as a society. Our entire civilization is built on the fact that death is a permanent end. This changes literally everything about how humans interact with the natural world.”

Your eyes widened as his words echoed in your mind. You’d been thinking of this entirely from a clinical point of view, but your professor was right. This was beyond medicine. This was beyond anything in science as a whole; it was a question of how this finding could impact the entirety of human society.

“You understand, right?”

“I do sir,” you replied, “just took me a moment to take it in.”

“Now look. What’s your address. I’m coming over tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” you stammered, “that soon?”

“The sooner the better,” Dr. Humboldt explained, “I’d come over now, but my wife would literally kill me if I left now.”

“Understandable,” you nodded and gave him your address. You heard him scratch it down on a piece of paper before he picked up the phone again.

“I can be there at ten tomorrow,” he said.

“Ten pm?”

“No, ten am,” Dr. Humboldt corrected swiftly, “be ready for me. I want to see everything you’ve done.”

“I’ll be ready.”

“Good,” Dr. Humboldt relaxed slightly, “now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to tell my wife to pick up my son tomorrow. I think I’ll be busy.”

The phone clicked and you tucked it back in your pocket. Behind you, laughter echoed out from the living room.

When you returned, König was relaxing on the sofa as his parents sat across from him. The moment you walked in they turned and switched to english.

“There you are!” Annabelle grinned, “we were just talking about you!”

“Oh,” you sat down beside König, “good things I hope.”

“Very good things!” Annabelle said eagerly, “I hear that König is healing well?”

“I should be taking his stitches out any day,” you said, “it’s honestly incredible how well he’s recovering.”

Fritz nodded approvingly.

Annabelle leaned into Fritz and muttered something in his ear. He nodded and replied in kind. Annabelle patted his knee and turned back to you with a smile.

“So, if Alexander is a living man again, he’s back to functioning as normal?”

“Better than, actually,” you cheerfully told her, “his breathing is better, his blood pressure’s lower, it’s perfect across the board.”

"He's better than before?" Fritz marvelled.

"It's like nothing I've ever seen before."

König wormed in his chair as all eyes in the room landed on him. He glanced at his mother, then his father, then back at you. You gently patted his knee and he relaxed under your touch.

“So..." Annabelle started slowly, "then you can still have grandchildren?"

Your face dropped as you turned to König.

He gave you a thumbs up.

“Um, Annabelle,” you started awkwardly, “I don’t think it’s really appropriate-”

“She says she won’t fuck me because I died.” König cut in.

Annabelle frowned, “Well, he’s alive now, isn’t he?”

“Yes, but, well-”

“See Mama?” König gestured at you, “look what I’ve come back to.”

“This is not healthy for a relationship,” Fritz grumbled.

“Exactly! We were perfectly fine before!” König clasped a hand on your shoulder, “what happened between us?”

“You died!” you squawked, “are we seriously talking about this right now?”

“Why wouldn’t we?” Annabelle huffed, “it’s a serious subject!”

“You’re his parents!” you spluttered.

“So?” Fritz raised a bushy white brow, “maybe an outside opinion would help.”

You groaned and flopped back in the sofa. In the distance, the over timer dinged.

König grinned, “Dinner’s ready!”

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itstimeforstarwars · 8 months ago

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The siege has gone on for a month now, and Anakin is getting impatient. When he and Cody find a tunnel that might lead past the blockade, nothing is going to stop him from exploring it, so Cody does his best to mitigate the risks and prepare backup in case it ends up going wrong.

(Written for Forgotten Chapters. Companion piece to Mapmaking by bringyourbasket.)

“Cody marked the coordinates on a map as they were updated… they could see that the tunnels definitely went towards the city.” —Mud, Muck, and Mapmaking by soft_but_gremlin

Art for Forgotten Chapters: A 2003 Clone Wars Era Zine

I wanted to make this post with both of our contributions, so that y'all could easily see both! It was a great time working with bringyourbasket, and I'm really happy with the way our work turned out!

#my writing #forgotten chapters zine #forgotten chapters #commander cody #anakin skywalker #i originally posted this when i was on vacation but it wasn't connected to its companion piece yet #now everything is up and revealed and everything so i'm making another post

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mirrortouchedsea · 1 year ago

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HiMERU was fuming when he walked into the church. His brother was just sitting here this whole time, not even bothering to look for him or do anything useful? HiMERU needed to stay calm. His fists were clenched at his side. He walked up to Tatsumi Kazehaya and asked him if he had been keeping Kaname against his will, which was met with a negative response. Kaname had stayed of his own free will. I would never force someone to stay, Tatsumi said.

HiMERU stormed over to his brother seated in one of the pews next to Amagi’s younger brother and the other child he couldn’t be bothered to learn the name of and grabbed him by the wrist. Let’s go, there’s no reason for you to stay here. Kaname resisted, though HiMERU was stronger and continued walking out to where Rinne, Niki and Kohaku were sitting outside.

Onii-chan I can’t leave. That priest said he wasn’t forcing you to stay so we’re going. He isn’t but--onii-chan please just listen--

HiMERU took one step outside the chapel, Kaname’s hand breaching the doorway, still in his grasp. It suddenly felt…

He looked down and saw it begin to rot away.

I can’t leave, Onii-chan.

#shay writes #enstars #ensemble stars #kaname tojou #himeru #post apocalypse au #made myself work on one of my other fics before posting this one #kaokana fic is sitting at 12k words rn. worked on chapter 3 finally and i'm getting somewhere with it #did a little bit of editing on it too but i'm waiting to do any major edits til i feel the chapter is done #chapter 3 is sitting just shy of 1k words rn but i'm hoping to get another 2-3k in there before posting i'm just #going to have to outline it a bit more to figure out what i want to reveal when though i'm #quite happy with what i have right now for it #anyway more post apocalypse au!!!!!!#forgot to post this when i wrote it but it ended up with some minor changes so #its fine its fine its FINE #i seriously need to make a doc with everything for this au at some point

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iri-vail · 4 months ago

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i love video games i really really really do but lately they have been testing me

#first drgn age and now c/itizen sleeper 2...#i'm honestly confused as fuck #weird thing to ask in a post bldrs gate world but do ppl just not want to make rpgs anymore...?#2 games in a row that feel like the writers created characters with very set-in-stone expectations for audience reaction #and an incredible aversion to players not meeting those expectations #the first contract with juni in cs2 was so bizarre #the character was very clearly set up to appear like she was hiding something/putting up a front #though the game seemed confused on whether it thought the player character/the player was supposed to have caught onto this #so the twist felt super weird #and then the game clearly expects ou to immediately side with her after her betrayal #even though you have /very good reasons/ to tell her to fuck off #then seemingly in the middle of the argument the game forgets everything you said up to that point?#and forces you to do a 180 #and when another character joins asking why the fuck you're letting juni get away with this #all you can say is 'it's ok we can trust her'#....after i just physically fought her???#i'm being a big baby but this ruined my evening :( i really looked forward to this game as well #at least this was only the very beginning so maybe the writing for other characters will be better #i'm starting to feel like a whiny bitch for saying this #i don't want to be shitting on stuff all the time either #but man.... i just want some good writing...#on a lighter note though the juni thing reminded me so much of how i used to write characters for my dnd campaigns lol #'ah yes i'm creating this intricate character with a hidden backstory'#'but they'll be reticent to share that backstory #of course making them seem mysterious rather than bland and annoying #and when they inevitably reveal that they've been lying to the party the whole time #the party will of course be blown away by their intricate backstory and fleshed-out personality #that i still haven't really told them all that much about!

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iamred-iamyellow · 9 months ago

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⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Dancing in the Courthouse

♥ masterlist | request rules | part of my 1k event

♥ pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reader

♥ synopsis: In 2021 you and oscar decided to elope due to your unpredictable schedules. now that you have more stability in your life, you were able to throw a dream wedding with the man you loved most in the world.

♥ smau + written - as always none of the pictures are mine <3

♥ warnings: swearing !!!

♥ a/n: first fic apart of the 1k event!

-Paris, 2021-

The streets of Paris were bustling as you took a seat in your Uber. You could hear a Taylor Swift song playing faintly on the car's radio as you pulled out your phone.

You

hey osc I'm on my way back

Oscar checked the notification and panicked a little internally. He slipped the device back into his dress pants and shook his hands.

"Relax, tout ira bien," Estie assured Oscar. (translation: everything will be fine)

He sighed and turned towards the two French men, "Are you sure?"

All Pierre did was laugh.

"Call me when it's over," Pierre said with a smirk and guided Esteban out the door, into an elevator.

You were in France on a girls night out with your best friend Kika, whom you met through Formula 1. Little did the two of you know that Pierre and Esteban snuck over to your hotel room in order to help Oscar set up a surprise.

You tapped your keycard on your hotel door and called out your boyfriend's name. You set your purse down on a small marble table and kicked off your heels, making your way through the main room.

A small trail of pink rose petals guided you to the terrace causing your heartbeat to pick up.

Was this really happening?

You opened the glass doors to find more rose petals surrounding the floor and a very handsome Oscar. You strode over to him in complete shock until he grabbed your hands in his.

"Y/n you have been my best friend for as long as I can remember," he said as his thumb drew circles on one of your fingers. "You have stood by me since the beginning of my career and I could never imagine a life without you. I know we don't get to spend as much time together as we'd like to, but that is why I wanted to do this today."

He slowly got down on one knee in front of you and pulled out a black velvet box to reveal a silver ring.

"Will you marry me?"

You squatted down to his height and mumbled, "Is that even a question?"

You cupped his face in your hands and kissed him gently, "Yes of course I will."

✧˖ °. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁‧₊˚ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁˖°✧

-July 4, 2024-

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user1 lmao the oscar picture creds

oscarpiastri I risked my life for that first pic

ynln @/oscarpiastri you were on another balcony?

user3 if anyone risked their life for that picture it's Alex

user2 speaking of alex she looks SO pretty there

carlossainz55 red nails for ferrari

ynln anything for you carlitos 😽

iamrebeccad so so true and real

user4 pretties

user9 lets all manifest an oscar win for this weekend

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ynpiastri oops I guess the cat is out of the bag huh! the rumors are in fact true, oscar and I are married. we have been trying to keep it a secret since our elope in 2021, but it seems as though I slipped up with a photo on my insta. at least it was the perfect timing for the reception we're throwing this summer 🥰

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nicolepiastri see you at the sequel wedding!!

ynpiastri <3

user1 ...sorry?

user8 PARDON

user12 THEY'RE ACTUALLY MARRIED

user2 POOKIE YOU CANT JUST POST A SHIRTLESS OSCAR LIKE THAT

user7 her username change I am so endeared

mclaren how many of you knew...

logansargeant I did

alexandrasaintmleux I did

charles_leclerc I did

landonorris I DIDNT?!?!

landonorris @/oscarpiastri how come charles knew before me

charles_leclerc @/landonorris he's my son???

iamrebeccad I'm so happy for you!

ynpiastri tysm becks 🥹🫶

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wagupdates the girlies pulling up to the belgian paddock

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user1 the color scheme 🛐

user2 PLS did they plan this for y/n’s wedding?

wagupdates @/user2 we think so!!

oscarpiastri I guess I need to step up my fashion game

charles_leclerc @/oscarpiastri I can help 😁

ynpiastri @/charles_leclerc no you cannot

user7 I love them

user4 they're GORGEOUS

francolapinto 😘

user8 ITS MR STEAL YOUR GIRL

user3 HAHAHA

user9 FRANCO Y/N IS MARRIED

charles_leclerc @/francocolapinto Te sugiero que elijas sabiamente tus próximas palabras (I suggest you choose your next words wisely)

francolapinto sorry sorry! its a joke its a joke 😅

user10 the threatening spanish 😭

carlossainz55 @/user10 I taught him that

fernandoalo_oficial @/carlossainz55 and I taught YOU that

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francisca.cgomes rich bitch energy

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user1 are you shopping for dresses

francisca.cgomes mayybbe

ynpiastri GORGEOUS

francisca.cgomes NO YOU 😚

aussiegrit @/nicolepiastri do i get to walk oscar down the aisle

nicolepiastri no 😐

charles_leclerc that’s right because i am

user2 the family seating is gonna go crazy lol

user5 so what’s the dog situation?

landonorris bark

ynpiastri @/landonorris NO 😭

user5 I MEANT LEO AND ROSCOE 💀

ynpiastri @/user5 leo we know is definitely going to be there! 🥰

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ynpiastri 💍

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danielricciardo 🥹

pierregasly vous êtes tous les deux magnifiques (you both look gorgeous)

user6 the fact that kika is her maid of honor

user7 IM NOT CRYING

user4 the venue is STUNNING

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There was a salty ocean breeze on a cliff-side of Monaco, the place you and Oscar picked for the wedding.

There were dozens of familiar faces along with beautiful greenery and pastel flowers decorating the space.

You were sat at your table with your husband Oscar as the toast’s began to start.

“Hi,” someone said into the mic with a smile. “I’m Kika.”

There were a few soft laughs from the crowd. She pulled a piece of paper out of her gold-colored dress.

“When I found out you eloped without me that day in Paris my first thought was ‘fuck you’.” she said causing some more chuckles to come from the guests.

“It was only because I wouldn’t get the chance to give you the speech I had planned—but here we are today and I’m so glad I finally get to say it. Over these past couple years you have been my best friend, in and outside the paddock. I have so much love for you and I couldn’t be happier for your relationship with Oscar.”

You got up from your seat and hugged her, eliciting a few ‘aws’ from the room.

Lando stood up next with the mic, “Oscar was the guy on the grid no one could shut the up about,” Lando spoke into the mic and everyone laughed. “I didn’t get it at first, but then I met him, and I got it. And I felt the same when I met Y/n. You two are lucky to have each other. Congrats, mate.”

He raised his glass of champagne causing everyone to clink their glasses and cheer.

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ynpiastri wifey

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user1 this is so cunty

wagupdates we heard that y/n’s heel broke and oscar had to carry her to the car (hence the last picture) 😭

user7 she is SO pretty

patriciooward great to see you again osc!

user6 I. LOVE. THEM.

user2 omg they’re so hot

user3 y/n’s outfits today >>>

lilymhe the reception was beautiful

ynpiastri <3

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doppel-doodles · 4 months ago

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That illustration is making me want to slam my head against solid concrete, Art block said no, and I know when to pick my battles so fuck it we ball-

A normal post about Matthew Hallard from Poppy Playtime

I briefly mentioned this in the Jack post, the fact that I didn't think I had anything new or particularly interesting to say on Matthew as I always thought the Fandom had a lot of the bases covered.

But the more I actually thought about him, the more I wanted to talk about one thing in particular:

Let's talk about Doeys tape.

In game we find a vhs tape recorded by Doey, talking about how he almost ditched everyone in favor of running away, ultimately deciding to go back for them instead. It reveals a lot about how he truly feels about the responsibility that has been given to him.

I think it was so important to include this and the reason why is quite simple:

It humanises Matthew for me.

Why I point him out specifically is due to reasons I mentioned in my other analysis, Jack's control is mostly passive, Kevin only really comes to the forefront when he feels like there is a threat to assess or deal with and it has been confirmed that Matthew is the oldest of the children as well as having been a leader of sorts since he was still a human child, so in the tape it's basically him venting.

Which is great as it makes something crystal clear: He is not a perfect saint.

Matthew is a teenager who has been parentified from an incredibly young age, places immense pressure on himself, is suffering from more burnout than a college kid and not to mention the horror that is his current existence and life-

He doesn't WANT this responsibility, he only takes it on because nobody else will or can.

And nobody even thinks to ask him ONCE how HE is doing, no,no it's him who has to do that, he is not allowed to have breaks.

For godness sake he literally tells us in the tape that he is recording it because he feels like he can't talk to anyone about his problems!

The toys- The children having someone like Doey or more accurately Matthew is not a guarantee, it is a privilege but it's a privilege Matthew needs to!

And you rarely ever see kind characters COMPLAIN about having to be kind all the time, truly looking after everyone else drains you, it's exhausting to fulfill the needs of others, more often than not you'll have to put aside your own and when you really pull the shit end of the stick you get more complains then appreciation for your troubles.

It is such a CHORE and I think a character struggling with being so selfless actually can have such a massive impact instead of just being able to handle everything, it's that tiny bit of realism I love.

Despite how exhausted and miserable Matthew was over being stuck in this position in the end he turned back. Because he loves his friends that much, and he should get massive props for that.

And to think he still did so much but didn't think anything he did was good enough is just painful, like no honey you are enough, more than enough-

Also Poppy having once been the leader makes you think that maybe Matthew might have been hurt the most by her disappearing.

Like her leading was the closest thing to a break he ever got- and then she just up and disappears?? And it's all up to him now? Not to mention the concern? The worry??

Boy it speaks volumes that he doesn't seem to display more hostility towards her considering Poppy doesn't even EXPLAIN herself on why she left or why she couldn't come back.

He is even civil in discussing the fact that she demands for them to be okay with being blown up(also correct me if I'm wrong but didn't Poppy also include in her plan that SHE will get to live? If I heard that I would be flabbergasted.) But that's something I should discuss in another post.

For now that is everything I have about my boy, if you want to see what I have to say about other characters here is Kevin annnnnnd Jack, plus some extra stuff on Doey

#doppel rambles #poppy playtime #ppt 4 #ppt doey #poppy playtime fandom #poppy playtime chapter 4 #poppy playtime doey #doey the doughman #matthew hallard #character thoughts #character analysis #poppy playtime character #poppy platime matthew

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 8 months ago

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Broken Mind | Josh Washington x Reader

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Another day, another Until Dawn rewrite by yours truly <3

I've got Rami Malek on the brain again so I decided to revise this old 2016 fic I wrote about Josh being accompanied by Reader in the shed (after his prank reveal). Changed a few things around and added stuff from the prologue, but all in all the plot's the same (except they're together)

Anyways enjoy!

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"Hey, [y/n]. Got a special delivery for you."

Hearing the quiet giggles of the Washington sisters, you looked up from your phone and smiled upon seeing your boyfriend being held up by the two of them.

He looked plastered as hell and half-asleep, but his eyes were slightly open. The moment they landed on you, lopsided grin spread across his lips.

"[Y/n]...baby...?"

"Yes. It's me, Josh." With a chuckle, you put down your phone and assisted the girls in helping him lay on the sofa. You decided to let him rest on top of you, seeing as he already had his arms wrapped around your torso. "Jeez, so clingy, huh? How much did you drink?"

"Mhm...I forgot.." His words were slurred.

"Of course you did." Putting your arms around him, you lightly scratched at his scalp with your fingertips, hearing his hums of content as he looked to his sisters.

While Hannah left, Beth smiled back and took a picture of him being all cuddly with you, reminding herself to send to you later. After that, she finally left you both alone.

"They take good care of you."

"Yeah..they're..the best." Josh mumbled tiredly into your chest, hugging you tighter. "But 'm glad you're here...thank you for being by my side. I love you sooooooooooo much."

"Of course, Joshie. I love you, too." You chuckled, holding him close until he dozed off again, before you ended up falling asleep yourself, enveloped by the warmth of the cabin fire and the one you loved most.

He probably won't remember much of this in the morning, but that was fine.

For once, everything felt right in the world.

"[Y/n], honey? Baby? Sweetheart?"

Blinking, you returned to the cold and cruel present, looking to the man tied to the post.

"Yes, Josh?" You sighed tiredly, wiping the blood from the corner of your lip.

"I'm pretty cold. How 'bout we loosen these restraints a little and-?"

"I'm sorry, but...I don't think that's a good idea right now."

"What? I....I can't believe it. You would let those jerks do this to me?!! Your boyfriend? After all I've done for you?!!" Angrily, Josh tugged at his restraints, gnashing his teeth at you like some animal. "I feel hurt. Who does this to someone they love?!"

"First of all, I didn't tie you up. And second...you're not the only one who's gotten hurt tonight."

"If anyone deserves to feel hurt, it should be me! After what they did to my sisters..they had it coming."

As much as you wanted to snap at him for acting this way, you knew that he wasn't well, and getting angry right back wasn't going to make anything better.

Instead, you opted to look outside the shed, observing the snowfall while trying to ignore the sounds of him whining and struggling with the ropes.

Such sights used to calm your nerves, but now...it was nothing more than a grim reminder of how long and unforgiving this night has been, and how there's still a few hours until sunlight and rescue arrived.

How did you get here?

Well, it was supposed to be a reunion between friends.

You and Josh were still together after the horrible tragedy that befell his sisters exactly one year prior, and you were with him through the long days he spent trying to isolate himself, and the difficult nights he spent wishing he didn't wake up at all.

You stayed with him no matter what.

No matter how many times he tried pushing you away...you always stayed. And while he didn't express it as much as he wanted to, he appreciated it.

That's the only reason why he didn't subject you to the "prank" he had laid out for the rest of the group.

You knew his passion for film projects, having helped him with some small YouTube ones yourself. You knew that this year, he wanted to do something to "really bring the gang back together", and you let him be when he insisted on working alone.

God, why didn't you press him on what exactly this prank entailed?

Why didn't you pick up the signs that he was off his meds?

What he enacted was horrific beyond measure--a prank that you didn't even think he was capable of carrying out.

One that seemed so real that you were almost convinced that you lost him to a murderer.

When Chris came to you sobbing in remorse over how the "Psycho" tricked him into killing your boyfriend, you didn't know what to feel. You wanted to see the body to confirm it, but given his and Ashley's reactions..it wasn't worth scarring your eyes or mind over.

It left you unbelievably sad and numb, although you were left confused when through his blubbering, he admitted that the saw blade was rigged to kill Josh despite choosing to save him.

That was the first sign that you knew something was off.

You didn't know anybody that held a massive grudge against him to the point of rigging a trap to murder him only.

But only after Josh revealed everything to Chris, Ashley, Sam, Mike, and you....that's when it all made sense.

And you felt betrayed.

You couldn't believe he'd orchestrate this whole scheme behind your back.

How could you have been so naive and trusting?

You felt like you should have known what he was up to. The others gave you suspicious looks and even Mike wondered for a moment if you were an accomplice...but you weren't.

That was the truth.

You had no idea.

Now all you felt was lingering guilt and festering anger that this was Josh's twisted idea of "revenge" against the people who didn't even kill his sisters. Against people like Chris who didn't even know what happened until he woke up.

And in a way, you felt like it was against you for not waking him up in time to stop the prank that led to Hannah and Beth running out of the cabin.

No matter how many times he claimed you had nothing to do with it, you felt like he was punishing you, too.

So now, you, Chris, and Mike have taken him away from the others, to a shed where he couldn't hurt anybody. Apparently Jess was dead, and despite his insistence that he didn't kill her....Mike didn't believe a word he said, having seen her body firsthand in some mining elevator.

Then when he started making lewd comments about Chris and Ashley, both of the men were growing agitated, debating on whether to make him shut up by force or not.

Finally, you intervened before they could decide, offering to watch over him until sunrise. You're the only one who had a small chance to talk some sense into him and make him realize his mistakes.

Mike was reluctant to leave you alone with him, thinking he'll guilt trip you into letting him go, but you convinced him and Chris you'll be fine.

There were some...scary things you've seen out in the woods earlier, and the last thing you wanna do is leave Josh alone with them nearby.

Even after all the shitty things he did, even after faking his own death...you still loved him.

You didn't believe he murdered Jess.

That's not what Josh would do.

"Your sisters wouldn't have wanted this." You quietly said, looking back at the wide-eyed man. "I wish things were different that night. I wish they didn't get humiliated. God, I wish Hannah had talked to me instead. But this...all of this was wrong, Josh. What happened doesn't justify-"

"But it worked, didn't it? Listen, I...I-I didn't want anyone dead." He stammered. "I just wanted to see that same terror on their faces. And I got them good! I got you all!!"

"...did you have to give Ash a black eye, though?"

"Look, she stabbed me with scissors! And it still hurts like a motherfucker."

You just gave him an expression that read "well I would have too if a killer was chasing me", and he seemed to understand...given how his shoulders slumped with defeat.

"Baby, 'm sorry..this...was not how our night's supposed to go. But you know what? I'm glad I was the only one laughing! Because NOW THEY KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE ON THE OTHER SIDE!!" Tears of anger pricked his eyes as his voice unexpectedly rose.

You whole body tensed, but you stayed calm, knowing he's only lashing out. "Josh, I know they hurt you. And hurting them back might feel good..but you hurt me too by faking your own death and not telling me how far you intended to take this prank."

"..you would've stopped me if I told you." He mumbled.

"Well maybe I should've been more persistent." You huffed. "If I was, we wouldn't be here. We wouldn't have to talk about why Jess died and why you seem to be the prime suspect-"

"I swear to god, it wasn't me! I don't even know where she is!" Josh snapped, before he curled up, like a child in timeout. "Mike..he wouldn't explain the wheres and whens. He just kept hitting me, pushing me..telling me to shut up...but I didn't do it...I swear. Please, please believe me, [y/n]. I'm sorry that you got roped into this. I-It's..the..the last thing I wanted.." His voice softened. "I'm sorry I've been bad..."

Slowly, you could see bits and pieces of the Josh you once knew coming back. His mind wasn't all there, of course, but you've known him forever.

You should be thinking with your brain and not your heart.

But....

You still love him, and believe in second chances.

"Joshua."

He perked up, anticipating the worst as you pulled up a chair to sit in front of him. For you to say his name like that couldn't have been good.

Maybe you were gonna side with all the rest of them and spit on him.

Maybe you were gonna say that you're leaving him alone here, as Dr. Hill had warned would happen.

Maybe you were finally going to tell him what an unforgivable monster he wa-

"I believe you're innocent. You're not one to take a life. No matter what they say." You suddenly spoke, putting a hand to his soot-coated cheek

Almost immediately, his twitching stopped, and he stared straight at you.

It's like you put him in a trance.

"I'm not gonna leave you."

"..e-even though I've been..all messed up?" He asked cautiously. "I-I mean..I haven't been a good boyfriend lately..."

"That hasn't stopped me from being there for you before." You chuckled. "We're gonna work through this. Even if it's just you and I."

"............"

"I believe you when you say you didn't kill her. Do you believe me?"

It took him a few moments to study your expression, seeing the genuine care and warmth in your eyes. Despite all the horrors you've seen tonight, there was still a spark of hope in them.

That was the light he needed.

"...I-I do..I really do." He sniffled, resting his head on your shoulder, grateful that you didn't push him away despite being covered in dirt and fake blood. "'m sorry...I-I don't deserve you."

"Oh, honey..." You put your arms around him, sighing softly as you felt him tremble against you, tears slowly dampening your jacket. At this point, you knew you got him back, and you were so relieved. "We'll figure something out. Just stay with me."

"You don't think I'm a monster..?" He asked through his sobs. "I mean, everyone treated me like one...you've seen them.."

"....I know. Neither of us can change how they feel. But listen, the only monster here is-"

All of the sudden, a shrill inhumane screech echoed from somewhere outside, deep in the woods, interrupting the tender moment between you two.

Josh sat up with a start, his tearful eyes wide and terrified as he looked to you. "Wh-What was that?"

"That's the real monster I was gonna mention. They call it the Wendigo. Hang on." Crouching down, you managed to find a small pocketknife on his toolbelt, using it to cut the ropes binding him. "It's fast. But it's blind as fuck. We need to get out of here."

Nodding, he got up as quickly as he could, having no time to rub his aching wrists as you grabbed his hand.

The shrieks became louder, forcing you two to hide further inside the shed, sticking close to the back wall where the shadows were darkest. "Shit. Don't move a muscle, okay?"

His breath hitched as the wendigo dropped down in front of the entrance, creeping inside the small building to look for prey. But he took your advice and tried staying still.

You could practically hear you own heartbeat as you held your breath, thumping louder and louder as the creature wandered around. Josh watched it scrape its claws along the wall, creating a sound most unpleasant in an attempt to make him flinch.

It then made direct eye contact with you both.

While you managed to keep perfectly still, you could hear Josh's quiet whimpers, indicating he had a much harder time considering how jittery he was earlier.

All you could do was hope and pray it would leave.

Otherwise...both of you were dead.

Just when you thought your boyfriend was going to lose it completely, the distant snapping of a branch caused the wendigo to turn at blinding speed and sprint out of the shed, returning to the surrounding woods.

"Okay...thank christ.." Letting his hand go, you took a breather, only to see that he was still standing rigid. His eyes showed nothing but pure terror, as he began mumbling something like "was it real" under his breath.

"Josh? Baby?" You shook his shoulders a bit, and he blinked several times, coming back to reality. Relief immediately crossed his face as he realized you were still here. "It's okay. It's gone."

"Tha....That thing w-was real?"

"Yes. I know how to outsmart it. But we can't stay here. We'll be safer at the lodge with the others. We just gotta keep our heads down until then."

"But..what about the-?"

"Don't worry about them. Let's worry about getting out of here, alright?"

Wordlessly, Josh nodded, practically clinging to your arm as you both headed outside and down the snowy trail. He kept mumbling incoherent things, reassuring himself that he was safe with you.

Obviously, he seemed pretty shellshocked, considering the monster he just encountered was real and not a product of his imagination.

He didn't know whether that was better or worse.

Either way, you allowed him to hold onto you, knowing he needed someone--anyone--to lean on right now. And fortunately you were exactly the person he needed.

The only one who could help him come back to his senses.

You swore to never abandon him, and you intend to keep that promise even after all that happened tonight.

You still loved him, and he loved you.

That hasn't changed.

#until dawn x reader #ud x reader #josh washington #josh washington x reader #until dawn josh x reader #angst #hurt/comfort

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sk3lliebones · 3 months ago

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Sometimes I hate gays.

Genuinely though, there is soooo much hidden symbolism in this one! Comment what you find please :))

ALSO THOUGHTS BELOW THE CUT BECAUSE I JUST REALIZED SOMETHING!!!

Okok so I might be over speculating things but someone has to agree with me on this right?? And of course if this is the implication then call me TF OUT because media literacy is truly dead if I missed this.

If you've been following my page for a minute I assume you can remember the ADHD Kokichi headcanon post that I made last year (if not go check it out here 🙏) but REGARDLESS I have something new to add onto that. I wish I could do a video rant to something about this because I'm livid I didn't notice it before. But I believe that Kokichi's absolute worst fear is being boring.

Now hear me out for this. Of course, referencing my ADHD Kokichi hc, we all have a deficit of dopamine which is why it makes it hard to focus on things we find boring. I can BET YOU ALL that most people you approach that have ADHD can agree that they'd rather keel over than be bored (because me too), and the same applies to Kokichi. The reason why he bothers people is because he's bored, and that's frankly one of the worst feelings in the world for him. But if we reference basically all his interactions with the rest of the DRV3 cast, they can all be tied back to, in one way or another, with the fear of being boring. BECAUSE QUITE LITERALLY, ONE OF HIS LAST LINES OF THE GAME WAS "at least... I wasn't boring, right?"

Now why would he say that? If he was really that flamboyant for the sake of saving his classmates, and went out with a big final show, why would he say this in his very last moments when he was most vulnerable? In fact, aside from the fact that he bothers or annoys people for the sake of a dopamine chase, why does he bother to put on such a show? Because all of it is compulsive. His lying, his crocodile tears, his entire personality is literally compulsion in every sense of the word because he cannot stand the thought of being forgotten. Of being someone boring, who isn't worth remembering. In fact, I could even go as far as to say the reason why he crafted his plan like he did was BECAUSE he wanted to make a lasting impression so big that literally no one could forget him. Because he didn't have to go through making that huge of a show at the end when he was claiming to be the mastermind, which eventually led to his death. He could have absolutely kept quiet about his intentions until the very last second because he always intended to die. He was smart enough to have done it that way. So why big and boisterous?

"Well he was trying to draw attention to himself" you might say. EXACTLY. That was always in his benefit. He was smart enough to have revealed Tsumugi as the mastermind without all of the extra everything. It was his plan. His idea. His influence on Gonta, which ended up in both Miu and Gonta's deaths. His dying by his own terms. His effect that it had on the remaining cast. Even if his plan had to speed up in the end, he made an impression on everyone. Which was his compulsion all along.

I could literally go on and on about the implications of his actions throughout the entire game, but in the end I'll limit it to this. Please interact! Repost with your own ideas, comment, anything! I'd love to see what you all have to say about this idea.

#kokichi ouma #danganronpa kokichi #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa #danganronpa fanart #drv3 kokichi #drv3 #oumasai angst #So much more than ADHD Kokichi but I think it works #I love complex characters guys #In his defense he was just clowning around your honor #danganronpa headcanons #saihara shuichi #shuichi saihara #shuichi #saiouma #oumasai #saiouma angst #I HATE THEM SO MUCH (I LOVE THEM)

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luna-cove · 9 months ago

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Double Trouble | Luke and Kieran ft. Sylus

✧ summary: you take a quick liking to luke and kieran, they do the same.

✧ pairing: luke x female reader, kieran x female reader, sylus x female reader

✧ word count: 9.5K

✧ genre: smut, slight angst and fluff

✧ warnings: explicit sexual content, porn with little/no plot, dubious consent, manipulation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, threesome, vaginal sex, dirty talk, blindfolds, rough sex, oral sex(m! and f! receiving), masturbation, mask kink, fingering, finger sucking, face fucking, teasing, creampie, choking, degradation, praise kink, name-calling, pet names, switch!reader kinda,

✧ a/n: i posted this two months ago?? on ao3?? yeah so this was my first ever smut so it’s not great but i’m learning lmao. enjoy and be kind. this was inspired by milkandstarlight on here and one of their posts abt the twins <3

You woke up with your wrists and ankles bound and in a random man's car. You must of finally made it to the N109 Zone.

Your mind was still hazy from the drugs wearing off. Everything was happening so fast and the next thing you knew you were thrown on the ground, the dried grass straching against your palms that caught yourself. Dead trees adorned the dark gray, cloudy sky. You say a mausoleum not far from you, assuming it must a been a cemetry before the incident that happend years ago. A man appeared in front of you, only pulled out a knife and start searching over your body for the Aether Core as he held it near your throat. Like an angel from above, you heard a voice call out.

"Kidnapping Onychinus' prey without letting us know... That's not exactly polite."

The sky turned a light red at the voice. The man got behind you at the sound, the knife now closer to your throat than before. That feeling of a savior went as quickly it came. Another called out once more.

"She's ours, by the way. We called dibs a long time ago."

A black smoke cloud with red light streaks appeared out of nowhere and sliced the assailant's arm. The knife falling out of his hand and onto the ground. You followed shortly after as the man tried to get away. The cloud of red and black appeared again, this time revealing a masked individual in its mist. He stood tall, dressed in black with red accents to his outfit and mask. A hood with two red devil horns covered him.

"I'm really curious... She's brave enough to drink from a black glass."

He turned toward you, as he walked over another individual basically identical appeared behind him from the mist. Your kidnapper had failed to escape, dropping to his knees right in front of the second masked man who stepped on his back and pushed him further into the ground. A small cloud came from his hand, before it registered in your mind, it quickly darted across your kidnapper's throat. The sound of the blade could be heard and then you saw a pool of blood on the cobblestone. The man collapsed forward before he dissipated into ash.

"What will she do when backed into a corner..." One of them pondered as he sauntered up to you alongside the other.

Truthfully, it had you feeling something unexplainable.

"You're pretty bold for releasing information about the Aether Core into the Nest like that." The second said.

"Explains why boss is so interested."

"Where is he?"

"He said to wait."

"Well, how long?"

The two bickered between each other. Brothers, no doubt. They turned back to you, the attention making you freeze, not that the restraints gave you much to work with. However, you didn't expect them to pick you up and sit you down a woren down concerte slab. One on each side and for far too long was it quiet with no head of Onychinus showing.

"I'm bored." One sighed. "I am truly getting curious... About that backed into a corner thing."

The masked man was now sitting next to you in closer than ever. It was just a mask looking at you but you felt like he could see the deepest parts of your soul.

"Luke, you know Sylus will be here any moment." The other reminded him. "Not the time. Leave her alone."

"She's so pretty..." Luke said sweetly as his nimble fingers reached up to push a strand of your hair behind your ear. "Don't you think, Kieran?"

He didn't answer. All you could see was his back turned to the both of you with his arms crossed. You looked back at the one named Luke who's thigh still touched your own.

"What's your name, pretty?" He asked. "Boss never told us."

"Y/n..." You spoke up.

"Well, Y/n..." He leaned before he whispered mischievously, "Would you like to play with me?"

You backed away to look at the man in front you, partly surprised at his bluntness as you knew exactly what he meant by 'play' and the other part of you was intrigued by him.

"The boss would be very mad if you were to mess with his new toy." Kieran interrupted.

"Toy?" You scoffed at him. "Yes... I want to play with you. Both of you, actually."

"So ambitious." Luke chuckled. "Did you hear that, Kieran? She wants to take both of us."

"But Sylus-"

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him. We just have to be quick, that's all."

It clicked that they meant right there and then, in the open. It was secluded but the thought of the possibility of being caught was somewhat thrilling. In an attempt to find any sort of relief you clenched around nothing.

"You're okay with that right, Princess?" Luke questioned, his hand smoothing over your jean cladded thigh.

He wanted nothing more than to rip them off of you. The way your cheeks flushed, the way your eyes were hazed over and the sudden instense body heat that radiated off of you already told him the answer. The nodding of your head just confirmed it and within moments you lost your sight as he asked his brother for help. A dark piece of cloth came to blindfold you and all you could rely on was your other senses as you were surrounded by two men you just met. You could hear Kieran behind you take off his mask and put it on the concrete as you felt one of his brother's hand caress down the curve of your waist to rest on the band of your pants. It lingered just above where you needed for far too long to your liking. Your heavy breathing became pants before you bucked your hips.

"Do something, please." You begged.

"Eager now, are we?" Kieran murmured into your ear as he pushed your hair over to your other shoulder.

Suddenly, you felt his lips leave gentle but long kisses on the skin of your exposed neck, he pulled back the fabric of your shirt down to leave a longer trail on your shoulder. The sound of the blade rang in the air and your ankles relax as the rope fell to the ground. You felt Luke move to your side before his hand trailed down your abdomen and into your underwear as you spread your legs. The way his fingertips immediately brushed so softly over your clit has you sigh as you jolt before and relaxing into his brother's chest. You whimpered as he rubbed gently circles into the bud.

"You're so wet and we've barely done anything." You could hear the smile and pride in his voice when he said that. "What got you that way? Tell me."

You didn't respond to him. He rubbed your clit with more pressure which had you gasping and squirming in Kieran's embrace as he left little bites on your tender skin.

"Tell me." Luke repeated.

"Just the way you came in... I don't know, the way you say things, the way you fought the kidnapper and everything... I found it hot. You looked hot, fuck."

You were humiliated, falling apart for these two and for what? They both laughed.

"You don't even know what we look like." Luke taunted. "Is it the masks? Do they turn you on? Is it the mystery?"

"It's cute." Kieran chimed in.

From behind, a hand came up and gripped your jaw to pull you closer before crashing his lips against yours. Your tongues brush against each other. It was so dirty and messy in contrast to how light and sweet his touch remained on your cheek. It was so intoxicating... Suddenly, the rough rope wasn't digging into your wrists anymore and you couldn't help but reach behind and find your hand in Kieran's soft hair in an effort to keep in close as he took your breath away. Luke's slender fingers found their way further down, teasing your entrance with light touches that had you whining against the other's lips as you desperately searched for a way to satisfy the growing heat inbetween your legs.

"She's being so good... Taking us both and not running away." Kieran pulled away from your lips to tell his brother. "We don't have much time, hurry up for her sake at least."

The sensation of two digits plunging into you while his thumb rubbed against your clit had you moaning as you threw your head back against the other's shoulder. You were so pathetically desperate for them. You let out little whimpers and moans which each thrust in and out of her fingers. It started so agonizing slow before speeding up and you couldn't but try to chase the feelings with your hips. You could feel Kieran's hard-on from behind and every move from you was torturous. Despite his discomfort, he continued to nibble and lick on the sweet spots of your neck as he ran his hands up and down your body. All of your pleasure was interrupted by a phone ringing, coming from the boy behind you.

"It's Sylus."

"Shit."

Luke took his hand out of your pants so quickly. You sighed in disappointment, it felt like you had a pool in your underwear. It was so cold the way the fabric sat against you. You found yourself clenching around nothing once more. You felt fingers from Kieran against your lips.

"Suck." He whispered the demand in your ear.

Without a thought, you followed the ordered as he picked up the phone. Not even paying attention to the phone call happening behind you.

"We'll be there as soon as possible, Boss."

The sound of the phone disconnecting was heard. It was brief but the silence in the air was so thick. You released his fingers with a 'pop'

"What did he say?" Luke questioned.

"He's not coming, something came up." The other answered.

"So we have more time with her."

"We can't be suspicious but a little. So, move."

Kieran got up, leaving you dazed as you heard him shuffling around next to you. He ordered his brother to move you over. You felt hands run over your clothed thighs.

"Do you want to cum, princess?” He asked.

”Please…” You cried, begging for a release of any kind.

Still blind, in the matter of seconds you were exposed from the waist down. Cloth could be felt against your skin rather than concrete. Cool air hit your core. Your legs fell apart instantly, pleading for some type of stimuli in between. Hands gripped your thighs as more shuffling could be heard. You fully expected to feel a hand once more but the presence of warm breath hit you. A long, slow strip was licked up your heat that caused you to let an embarrassing high pitched moan. A few kitten licks followed. You felt fingers tease your folds, picking up slick before falling deep into you. A tongue lapped at your bud in such a delicious way as the digits instead you slowly build up pace. You squirmed in other’s lap, mouth agape with small whines and sinister moans escaping every now and again. You grabbed at Luke who was now behind you in an attempt to ground yourself as you humped his brother’s tongue in desperation.

“With the way you act at just at some fingers and tongue…” He started as he held your hands tighter. “I can’t wait to see how wild you’ll go on my cock… You’d look so pretty taking all of me.”

You whimper in response. The lust was insatiable at this point and like a possession.

“Wanna cum—So bad—I want more.” You whined out. “I want both of you inside of me… Please.”

Kieran came to a halt which cause you to collapse weakly as you breathed heavy.

“Oh, sweetheart. You’re getting ahead of yourself, aren’t you?” Kieran asked, the sound of a belt buckle becoming undone and dropping to the ground. “Can you really take both of us, let alone me?”

”Fuck me, please!” You cried out. “I wanna be filled up so bad.”

It felt painful, them constantly building you up with no release. You were ready to lose it if you hadn’t already. You laid there, helplessly in silence waiting for something to happen. The lack of touch was unbearable but you still feel them around you. A hand came to touch your thigh and move it upward, exposing you to the hair once more.

Something hard and warm rubbed against your folds finally. You let out a sigh of relief, knowing soon enough you’ll have what you’ve been craving.

”It’s not fair that you get her first.” One whined, obviously Luke.

”Maybe you shouldn’t have been such a tease then.” Kieran retorted. “I’m just giving her what she asked for.”

The head of his cock throbbed against your clit. The feeling disappeared within moments, a thumb came to make gentle motions on your bud as you finally felt the tip enter you. He tenses until he reaches the hilt and feel him relax against you as he falls forward to rest his forehead on your shoulder just for a moment. He lets out a breathy grunt in your ear.

”So fucking tight.” He whispered.

Heat radiated off of him. His words unintentionally make you clench around his member causing him to let out a high pitch moan in your ear. He ruts into you so deeply, your head rolls back into his brother’s lap. The steady pace of him hitting all the right areas within your walls had you screaming and shaking with pleasure as you encourage him to keep going in between out of breath moans.

”More—Harder—Faster…” You begged, you hand resting against his abdomen, the touch sending shocks of pleasure straight down into his cock.

”Whatever you want, princess.”

Kieran’s hands come up to grab your waist to lift you up against him, snapping his hips against yours as the sounds of skins slapping against each other echoed around you. Your mouth fell agape once more as you whined out almost pornographically. Your eyes rolled back behind the blindfold as he reached deep within you, hitting everything so perfectly.

So lost in your own world with Kieran, you had forgotten about the other masked man before you felt his lips against your ear.

”Will you help me out, sweetheart?” He asks, softly. “You‘re doing so well…”

You could only imagine how painful it must’ve felt as you reach out toward him. Your hand traveling over his body until it rested on the restricted bulge that you rubbed over causing him to hiss. The familiar sound of a belt becoming unbuckled could be such. You were shocked to feel something soft touch your lips.

”Suck me off, please.” He pleaded with a moan.

He’d be lying if he said seeing you suck his brother’s fingers off while he was on the phone didn’t do something to him. The way your tongue swirled around his fingers and the drool around your lips made him feel so primal almost.

His voice… The way he begged and asked so politely, it went straight to your core and instinctively your tongue came out to lick over the slit before your lips wrapped around his tip, giving him a light suck as little sighs of relief spilled from him. You release it, a string of salvia still connecting between the two of you. You lick the underside of his shaft from the base up that caused a jolt in him before you eagerly take all of him in your mouth.

Taken back, he lets out a long moan and pulls your hair back as he watches the way you bob your head up and down on him. He throws his head as he can’t help but buck his hips into your mouth at the sight of you getting fucked out.

His pace quickened. You choked a bit as his cock hit the back of your throat. Jaw aching, tears pricked your eyes. You moaned against him as Kieran is ramming into relentlessly, one hand rubbing circles into your clit that slowly accelerated while the other found its way under your shirt and bra to squeeze your nipple.

“Oh fuck, Y/n.” You heard Luke curse, his hips began to falter against your nose.

He speeds up for a few seconds, hitting the back of your throat without a care beside his own pleasure before he slows down. A warm, thick liquid hits your tongue. As hot cum fills your mouth as a reflex you swallow it all. The only evidence left being the little bits of cum that spilled over lips.

“Such a good girl…” Luke moaned before he wiped the cum away from your mouth.

He grabbed your face to leave a kiss on your lips, tasting the saltiness left over from him. It was oddly sweet considering what just happened prior. You sighed against his lips, swiping your tongue along his bottom lip before his lips parted to let your tongues meet one another.

Pants and heavy breathing filled the air as Kieran still fucked into you. You moaned into the other’s mouth as he got dangerously close to your sweet spot, the stimulation on your clit intensifying it all. His thrusts began to become more erratic, the friction on your bud increasing. You cried out as he abused that spot inside you.

”Fuck yes, yes, yes!” You screamed, going crazy as Luke held you.

You felt yourself getting closer and closer, reaching out for Kieran in front of you holding onto his waist as plowed into you. You felt a wave of pleasure wash over you, letting out a pathetically long, high-pitch moan. You withered in Luke’s arms as he kissed up and down your neck as you made an attempt to drag out your orgasm as long as possible on the other’s length.

The way you grind yourself and squeeze against him sent him over the edge. His hips slowed as you felt the sensation of warm cum coat your walls that had you letting out gasp. Kieran leaned down, leaving a long bit deep kiss on your lips as he finished his final thrusts before he pulled out. You winced at the sudden feeling of emptiness within you and the lose of the other behind you. Cum started to leak out of you and drip down your thighs and onto the cloth beneath. You lay there against hard surface, catching your breath.

“So pretty.” You heard one of them mumble.

You didn’t expect your vision to come back so quickly. Looking around, you found them both dressed with their masks back on. You felt something swipe over your thigh, realizing it was the thing just around your eyes now wiping up the mess made. You reached out to grab the man’s wrist in an effort to stop him.

”You didn’t get a turn.” You said, weakly.

”Another time, princess.” He laughed. “You’re too considerate.”

He got done cleaning you up as best as possible, discarding the soiled items while the other help you stand up and get dressed.

“How can you tell us apart?” Kieran asked as you stepped back into your shoes.

”Your voices are different…” You told.

”Whose do you like better?”

It’d had been difficult some time since you entered the N109 Zone. You met Sylus, leader of Onychinus. The man was intimidating and looking into his eyes had you feeling like he knew everything about you. A voice would appear in your head whenever you met his gaze. It was quite odd and against your own wishes, you ended up shooting the guy and being knocked out for a day.

You wondered, could he tell what his servants just did to you? Could he tell how much you enjoyed it and wanted something to happen again? No way… If it was that much an issue like the twins made it seem to be messing around with you. You wouldn’t have woken up with both of them looking at you.

You found yourself spending most of your time with Sylus when he was awake. However, when he was asleep you always found yourself with Luke and Kieran for hours on end… Their boss would be sleeping in the room next to theirs while they had you taking one of them from behind as the other sat in front of you, holding your face and telling you how good you were being before they switched.

You began to realize they were very different in the realm of sex. Luke would always praise you but Kieran, he liked to degrade you. Luke liked to edge you, the way you fell apart on him after all the built up gave him a sense of pride. He was usually more gentle with you and his pacing to get to your orgasms while his brother would rail you and overstimulate you, loving the way you’d become a drooling mess. Their stamina was insane

You found yourself under Kieran who held your wrists as he fucked up into you one night. Luke massaged your clit with one hand as he stroked his own length with the other from the side. You were litter with little love bites from the both of them. The bed frame creaked against the wall adding to the excitement of Sylus finding out and walking in the scene.

Your eyes rolled back at the idea as you bit your lip to suppress a moan from slipping pass. The brutal, quick thrusts stopped and turned into long, drawn out ones that hit you hard once Kieran did snap his hips into you. You let out a small moan at the uncharacteristic thing of him.

”We want to hear you.” He said.

”But Sylus…” You sighed out at the feeling of his hips meeting yours before slowly being dragged out.

He chuckles, “I’m inside of you right now. I can feel you clench around me every time the bed frame creaks. I feel you every time you can hear him stir in his sleep and how you relax when he goes back to snoring. You like the idea of him knowing and seeing you like this, don’t you?”

You shook your head against the pillow. A sharp motion of his hips had his tip reach that spot inside you that had you yelp with no way to cover your mouth.

”You’re lying.” He said. “You want him to see you all filled up with our cum, all fucked out and dumb from us. You want him to see what a slut you are and you want him to treat you the same way.”

A clench around his shaft at the words was just a confirmation before he started back up with his relentless pounding into you that had you whining as you approached your orgasmed and found yourself under the other for the nth time that day.

They seemed to pick up on much more than their boss. Whenever the two of you got home from somewhere, they could tell when Sylus did something that unintentionally got you hot and bothered. He wasn’t going to take care of it so they were always so kind to do so. Sometimes so kind to try and recreate what happened with a twist.

“Relax. You can handle it.” Luke whispered into your ear as he aligned himself with your entrance.

He opened your palm with his hand before intertwining your fingers with his. It was much more gentle than the encounter with Sylus and also Kieran’s recreation but maybe gentle was the you need to end this session with them as soon this time would need to come to an end for the sake of normality.

A few hours of sleep was never enough time for recovery from the twins. You were barely able to walk normal out into the dining room were Sylus and them all sat eating a meal. The boys snickered to one another and even teased you about it in front him which was odd considering they were the ones wanting to hide it. The man with white hair and piercing eyes never said anything or even batted an eye at their teasing. You’d blush about it still and further in the day you’d be annoyed with the little pranks they’d pull on you whenever their boss was around.

You always got distance during the day but at night they’d always start luring you back with kisses and promises of pleasure. However the next time, in their room, they told you they only reason they did it was so nothing seemed suspicious. Whenever they had guest they’d tease and mess with them in the way they did in front of Sylus. You were the only guest they teased and messed with in other ways. They didn’t want to bite the hand that feeds them.

Once you were aware of this, you started to give as good as you get. You'd pull Kieran around the corner asking to show him something and once hidden behind a wall you'd grab his hand just to wrap your lips around his fingers and such while looking up at him with doe eyes. Sylus quite literally always in the next room eating or doing something else at a leisurely pace. with the potential of him catching you both. The first time stunned him but it almost became a game of how many times you could do it. It didn't stop there, sometimes you'd pull Luke away to make out with him. The other started to get jealous that you weren't taking him behind a wall to kiss and they'd start to fight over who got to sneak away with you which you'd smile at.

Other times it was one of them sneaking their hands down your panties as you tried to stay as quiet as possible while bucking in their hand or them getting on their knees and pull your shorts and underwear aside to get a taste and lick you up and down as you covered your mouth with your head thrown back. The rest of the time, it was their turn where you'd take one of them away and end up on your knees for them, a hand in your hair always guiding you at a pace they selected as they bucked their own hips accordingly or your hand would be wrapped around their length as their masks came to rest just above your lips allowing you hid their moans from the mere feets away.

It wasn’t always sex, they knew you needed a break with the way they pushed you. Sometimes, it was just talking on their bed or playing a game. They refused to take off their masks no matter what you did or said. You became familiar with only the sight of their pink lips as they would only lift their masks so far off. It was the one thing you hated while also loving it. Seeing them in their masks as they were deep into you, their own grunts and moans leaking out did something to you and you had no idea why. But if you wanted to be kissed anywhere by either of them at all while they gave countless orgasms, you’d have to be blindfolded or one would have to cover your eyes. They always refused and they never told you the reason.

”Why do I never get to see your faces?” You whined as Luke’s fingers traced shapes up and down your arms as you laid between him in Kieran.

”You like the masks.” He said, softly. “We don’t want to ruin what you like.”

“I would like you both either way.” You admitted.

With the amount of times the both of them had flipped you into different positions, fucked you in multiple parts of the estate and had finished in you, you think the would’ve realized that by now.

“Who would you like more?”

Maybe it was the mystery of it. It killed you because it felt like the final barrier between you all. You wanted to see their faces contort in pleasure as you sink down on them. You wanted to see them try to hold back their own noises of bliss. You wanted to see them desperate for you in their entirety.

The best you get to that was pinning Luke to the bed one night. While riding him, your hand snaked up to his throat to squeeze lightly. A choked moaned came threw which had you smirking. Your other hand rested on his shoulder as you bounced yourself up and down on his shaft, giving him a show as you let out whines and little phrases of encouragement to him while out of breath that him twitching inside of you as you tried to speed up.

You weren’t on your high horse for long before Kieran came and lifted you off only to have you sink down on him. You’re back to his rest while on his lap, he held your legs wide open. Planting his feet into the mattress, he used his momentum to fuck into you as your mouth hung open, letting out pitiful gasps. The other now in front of you, knowing exactly what you want in that moment as one of his hand reached to rub your bud while the other situated his mask just above his lips so he could comfortably kiss you and swallow your noises.

”Such a good cum slut.” He snickered as he filled you up to brim.

You hated how much you loved it. The feeling of being so full but also empty. You hated how much you loved them being the reasons behind all your orgasm.

He knew what you liked. They both did by the way your walls would wrap even tighter around them whenever they did something or said something new.

As much as they liked those incredibly intimate moments with you, they liked just being with you, knowing more about you as a person. They were attached you and began to wonder what they’d do when you had to leave because that time was coming sooner or later with that auction approaching. They didn’t let you know but they were already planning rendezvouses to Linkon for you.

Sylus set you up on a little mission to find a broach he hid somewhere. However, they saw you be thrown out of his room multiple times within the last few hours and saw you disappear behind the doors again recently. You hadn’t been seen again so maybe it was a good thing for you but when you opened the door they could hear the shower running.

They looked at each other as the door clicked closed, silently hoping to one another that it wasn’t time to cross that road just yet… However, it wasn’t longer after that they heard the door swing open.

”Leave. I’m going to bed.” A deep voice sighed as a thud could be heard before the door slammed shut.

You were cursing under your breath as you entered the study. You threw yourself on the couch. A notepad rest in your lap, scribbling a way in it angrily as your grumbled to yourself, unaware of the twins’ presence in the room with you.

“You're pulling your hair out over this, huh?” Kieran asked, gently, catching your attention. “If you want to do something, maybe we can help you.”

You looked up to see him sitting on the desk, looking at you over his shoulder while his brother sat in a chair next to him, his chin resting in his hand.

“What do you mean?” You poured.

”If you want to conquer our boss's heart, you'll have to use a different approach.” Luke informed you while leaning back in his chair before pulling out a book and opening it to cite something."For some people, they get bored once they have everything. So only those who dare to challenge their authority can catch their interest."

He closed the book, resting it on the table as you walked up to take it in your hands.

"When you're dealing with such a person, you bow down and submit or take them out in one go.” Kieran picked up where his brother left off. “In other words—“

A pair of handcuffs and gun where thrown on the surface before you, leaving you puzzled.

“Strike when they’re off guard.” They said in unison.

”Boss is the least guarded when he's sleeping.” Kieran told you.

”You only have one shot. Don't waste this chance. Just do it!” Luke encouraged you. “You’re blushing… What happened in there?”

Part of you hoped, he wouldn’t noticed. It didn’t help when the other reached out to you.

”You’re so warm too…” Kieran pointed out. “You’re in the mood, aren’t you?”

“Yes…” You felt guilty at the confession. “I went in when he was taking a shower and then he walked out in just a short towel. He just had to catch me eavesdropping too and then he basically tied me up with his evol and I’m tired of it.”

They chuckled at you as your cheeks appeared brighter. Usually now, you’d be taken care of for hours but as they walked up to you all they did was pull up their masks a bit to leave kisses on both your cheeks.

”You don’t have much time.” Luke reminded you. “As I said, you have to take your chance now. I promise to take care of you later once you get what you need.”

He left a gentle kiss on your forehead.

”One more for good luck.” Kieran said before leaving a kiss on your lips.

They put their masks back down as they saw you walk away. The door closed behind you and energy in the air shifted immediately once you no longer stood there with them.

“You know what we just did, right?” Kieran asked his brother.

”I know, unfortunately.” Luke sighed.

Sylus did not like being handcuff to his bed by you in attempt to get the broach. The gun was only full of confetti, a mortifying betrayal.

”You’re so gullible, kitten.” The man snickered.

At least you got the broach though.

Your clothes laid discarded on the floor. The bed creaked, the sounds of screams and pants filled the air alongside skin slapping. Sweat covered your body and cum started to cake your thighs. You don’t know how long you had been there or how many times Sylus made you cum around his fingers, tongue and cock.

Overstimulated, the brushing of his robe tickles you with every thrust that had you letting out quiet whines. You laid there with your face against the mattress and ass up in the air. Sylus’ hands gripped your hips so hard to bring you back on him, hard. Your walls snug around him as you cried out for more. His hand grabbed your jaw to lift your head up as his thrust got harder against you.

“So eager, sweetie.” He teased you. “You were never disgusted by me, were you? You were just mad I didn’t fuck you. You could’ve just said something. I would’ve gladly taken care of you sooner. How many rounds have we’ve gone and you’re still not tired? So pathetic and desperate.”

You let out a helpless moan in response, finally opening your eyes long enough to look back at the white haired man. However, something out of the corner of your eyes caught your attention. You’d know those masks anywhere and they were peaking out from the doorway, watching you. You froze up a little bit as you noticed them but you knew deep down you liked the fact that they were there watching, with no way to do anything. You liked it even more when you could see the both of them with bulges in their pants.

Nothing would ever be true payback but you had to try at least…

You got up weakly, the arms shaking underneath you as Sylus continued.

“Wait.” You panted. “I want to try something.”

His thrusts slowed only for him to be able to put more force in them. You cried as you collapsed forward the mattress.

”Don’t tell me what to do, sweetie.” He grunted, bitterly.

His pace picked up again. Sore and weak, you mustered up all your strength to pull yourself flush against him. You’re back now against his bare, muscular torso. You threw your head back on his chest as you used his sides as a way to pick up momentum to match his thrusts whatsoever.

You looked at him with doe eyes as you gasped for air, absolutely letting yourself get lost in the pleasure while repeatedly sinking on him. Your eyes rolled back as he used the opportunity to leave bites on your exposed neck already sprouting red marks. You looked back at the door way, the twins still there and looking in as they watch you act like you’re getting the best sex of your life.

You let them see the way you throw yourself back on him as you call out of his name breathlessly and begged to cum. Something about knowing they were watching as you stretched around the man that held power over them did something unexplainable to you. He grabbed onto your hips tightly, his tongue now brushing against yours as you whined into his mouth at his thrusts becoming more erratic and rough.

You forgot they were there… Your eyes not so much as glancing at them enraged them as well as the uncomfortable feeling in between their thighs that would have no resolve. They both stormed down the hall, away from Sylus’ room but it didn’t matter. They could still hear you scream his name and moans which made their blood boil in a way it shouldn’t of.

You don’t remember falling asleep under the black silk sheets that belonged to Sylus. The white haired man was fast asleep next to you. Everything felt oddly clean… You do vaguely remember cleaning you up afterward, letting you shower and borrow a sweater off his. He brought you to bed after, the sheets fresh. It was unexpected of him, uncharacteristically sweet of him. You fully anticipated him telling you to get out as soon as he used you but he didn’t.

Maybe you were wrong about him.

You slipped out of his bed. The lost of warmth next to him made him stir a bit in his sleep. You look at him to make sure he doesn’t wake up as you quietly start on a mission to sneak out of his room. When you go to turn your attention to the door, Luke and Kieran stand in front of you all of a sudden. It takes you aback for a moment and then you remember how pissed off you are at them. You immediately push pass them and they follow shortly behind you into the hallway.

”Hey, where are you going?” Luke asked.

”To my room.” You respond, rather bitterly. “Leave me alone.”

”We’re sorry.” Kieran sighed.

His words stopped you as you slowly turned around to glare at the twins who looked rather guilty.

”So you did know?” You scoffed. “God, I was really hoping you didn’t because then it’d be so much easier. I’m so fucking mad at you both!”

”He only told us so much so not really…”

“We didn’t know it was going to happen.”

”Only a feeling, huh? And you didn’t even care to share that me? You’re both suppose to be the ones I’m closest to. How am I suppose to trust you two if you don’t tell me things?”

“We want to! But he could tell we want to say something to you and we just couldn’t… You know how he is. We’re sorry again, Y/n. We can’t say that enough...”

The way they stood there with their heads down. Truthfully, you couldn’t be mad at them. You loved them too much. They knew you want Sylus at some point anyway.

“Make it up to me.” You demanded.

”Huh?” They asked in unison.

”You heard me.” You said.

”How?”

“Like you haven’t done it before. I know seeing another man in me ticked you both off. At least, I hope it did so you both learn your lesson.”

They nodded which had you smiling before they ran over to you to lift up their masks and exchange kisses before take you to their room. You were thrown on their mattress in the matter of seconds after the door opened. A familiar blindfold came to cover your eyes as you heard both their masks come to rest on their nightstand. Your body became hot with kisses sernaded by the both them, long licks over the right spots. Their hands roamed over your body, carress certain parts, gripping and massaging the others which had you gasping between long kisses you shared with the both of them.

You felt one’s hand come to rest against your heat over your panties that whined at at as the other’s hand lifted up the knitted sweater over your chest. You felt a pair of lips wrap itself around your nipple, teeth lightly brushing against it that you had you arching up. A brief slurping sound of the bud being sucked could be heard before you felt the unknown twin start to lap at it with his tongue. The hand continued to rub against you at such an agonizing slow pace. Your essence starting to leave a dark spot on the cloth and coat his fingers slighly. You whined at the sudden lost of friction but was presently surpised to feel a kiss on top of your underwear causing you to jolt and buck your hips at the stimulation.

Most definitely Luke...

Right as you felt a finger hook around the soaked cloth of your panties, it stopped.

"Stop, I have an idea." He told his brother before you heard shared, indistinct whispers exchanged between the both of them.

High of lust, you didn't fully process them lifting you up and moving elsewhere. That was until you found yourself on a much harder surface. Your underwear came off in a swift motion. Your thighs found a familiar place on what was presumably Luke's shoulder as he dragged you closer to him. The blindfold came off, your eyes squinting as they adjusted to the increase in light around, Looking around, you saw the sheets on the bed in front of you bunched up. Your eyes widened as you saw the tuffs of white hair peak out from the sheets. You were in Sylus' room, on his couch. The tongue leaving a sudden stripe over you had all the worry disspate for a moment as you clenched around nothing, biting your lip yearning for more. Luke teases you on his tongue, never quite hitting the spot you need but getting so close which has you throwing your head back on the couch. You find Kieran behind the couch, his hands running over you shoulders passed the bunched up sweater to gently pinch your nipples between his fingers. You thrashed against the couch, grinding against the other's tongue, the beak of his mask that concede his identity, digging into you as you watched the bed occupied by a sleeping Sylus in front of you with hooded eyes.

"What a slut." Kieran degraded you, the beak of his mask running up the side of your neck as he whispered in your ear. "Your still wearing his sweater while two different people pleasure you... In his room where he could wake up any moment and see how desprate you are to let annyone ruin you."

You felt the flutter in your core at his words, Luke focuing more at the way his long flicks your bud in-between your legs. You grab the top of his head, tongue now flat against you to let you grind on his tongue until he can taste your sweet release on him as you shake, mouth agape as you let out heavy breaths. He comes up from between your thighs, his chin covered in liquid as he leans in allowing you to taste yourself on him.

"What's next, princess?" He asked, smile on his lips that peeked out from under the mask, chin still covered in your essence.

"I need you inside of me..." You shamelessly confessed.

They were trying to make it up to you so you knew they’d just give in today to make you happy.

”Which one?”

You saw an opportunity to mess when with them.

”I want Luke.” You said as you grabbed onto Kieran behind you.

They looked at each other, probably puzzled because it never mattered how dumb they fucked you, you’d always know the difference between them. However, they didn’t say anything as the other came to sit down on the couch.

You wasted no time in straddling his lap once he took a seat. You took his hard cock into your hand and lined up with your entrance before sinking down abruptly causing him to let out a small grunt as you did, a hand coming to rest on your waist. Unexpectedly for him, your hand wrapped around his throat. You bit your lip as you tightly squeeze it. You didn’t anticipate a loud moan to leave him as you looked back to make sure Sylus was still asleep. You didn’t expect to feel him twitch inside of you and grab at your waist as an attempt to bring you closer.

Kieran never let you take control. You didn’t expect him to like it, you didn’t think you’d get away with it either. You thought he was going to flip you over onto the couch and without regard to the others in the room, just fuck you into the sofa. Yet, he was still under you, letting you rock back and forth for your own pleasure.

The lack of powerfulness with Kieran turned you on even more. Your other hand came to rest on his shoulder to aid you and bouncing up and down on his shaft that his head lolled back on the back of the couch. His fingers digged into your skin as you could hear him try to control his volume. His thighs tensed under you ever so often, his tip twitching inside of you every time your walls hugged him tighter.

”And you call me a slut.” You chuckled bitterly into his ear, his hands freezing. “Yet, you’re loving the fact that I’m in control, fucking you in front of your sleeping boss and we could be caught at anymore. You’re the whore.”

”You knew it was me?” Kieran choked at as your grip on his throat became tighter causing him to moan helplessly.

He always called you a slut while Luke always told you were a good girl.

”Payback.” You smirked. “Now, be a good boy and cum for me, hmm?”

He took this as a sign to grip onto your waist, thrusts into you by his own accord. Moans and grunts escaped his lips as you occasionally squeezed the sides of his throat even tighter, ones that went straight to your core that caused your walls to hug him even tighter. You could feel his pace shorten and become inconsistent, knowing he was close.

”I’m going to cum…” He whimpered out, stroking your ego to see him like this.

”Hmm,” You hummed, your other hand sneaking behind the mask to grip at his hair as you felt him approach the edge. “Not in me you’re not.”

You got up too quickly for him to process. He whined as thick, white ribbons spurted out and dripped down his shaft and onto his thighs. He desperately bucked up into nothing. He heaved out as his cock twitched, releasing the last of his seed.

You crawled over to Luke who sat on the other side of the sofa. He was so lost in the pleasure he was given himself as he thrusted upward into his fist as he moaned quietly. The way he squeezed himself ever so often with his hand cover in precum was reminiscent of teasing, like he was trying to the milk the longevity of it. He didn’t realize you were there until he felt you between his legs. The way you looked up at him so sweetly but also so lustful, he swore he could’ve bust right then and there.

”I want you to cum in me.” You whispered to him, in a low sensual tone.

”You don’t have to tell me twice.” He sighed, blissfully.

You two swapped places. Your head now laid against the armrest of the sofa as he situated himself between your thighs. He separated your folds before positioning himself at your entrance. He slowly bottom out in you causing you both let out sighs of relief. Your eyes rolled back at the feeling of being full. You grabbed at the armrest behind you as Luke started with a firm thrust into you. He pulled up the knitted sweater that still adorned your body, just over your chest to see the way your breasts bounced up at every meeting of his hips against yours. You could feel the way he somehow got harder at the sight of it like you hadn’t been in this position countless times. The scene of you taking him so well as your mouth hung agape, your eyes looking at him so desperate for more motivated him to keep up with sharp and hard thrusts into you.

You looked over at Sylus’ bed where he somehow remained asleep despite the wet sounds mixed with skin against skin right across from him. The only difference being you could now see his sleeping face as he flipped over. The idea of him seeing you like this… You just couldn’t get over it for some reason. Luke felt you squeeze around him and saw you looking at Sylus. His hand came to your chin to turn your attention to him.

”Hey, look at me, princess.” He breathed, the masking moving to the side to leave a sweet kiss on your lips. “So dirty… Loving the idea of him waking up to you getting fucked out by his henchmen in his room. Such a good slut, taking me while he’s just a few feet away.”

You let out a whiny moan as melted underneath his touch at his words. He never called you that before but the small praise mixed in made you go crazy. You clench around him as he picked up the pace in you. Your hands flew to his waist to bring him closer to you with your head thrown back on the arm rest. Moans of ours filled the empty space along with the noises of your bodies syncing with each other.

He collapsed forward, caging you in his arms as he ruts into you. Kisses littering your neck along with his familiar praises in your ear and his grunts that fueled you. You look over his shoulder at the other across the couch.

His cock in his palm. Pathetic strokes from the base up. The white liquid acting a lubricant as he tries to speed up but whines out at the sensitivity of it all. You enjoyed the idea of him touching himself at the thought of you so desperately a little too much. You always liked to see each one alone, lost in their own world as they moaned out your name when they thought you weren’t there. They never got mad when you walked in on them or happened to see. Truth to be told, they loved letting you see how much they needed you. It often turned into times alone with each respective twin that were never uttered to the other because jealousy ran deep when it came to you.

Luke could tell you weren’t paying attention to him like he asked. He felt hurt as you clenched around him knowing fell well you were looking at Kieran. The kisses ceased immediately and you lost the feeling of him inside of you that made you cry. He sat up on the couch, pulling you into his lap and had you sink down on him. With no time to really process, you felt a harsh thrust meet your hips sending you toward. Your hands gripped the coffee table in front of you. You looked up to see you now had the view of Sylus in bed once more. Your walls hugged Luke’s length as the sight hit you.

His hands grabbed your hips to allow himself to pound into you as your heart raced in your chest. You wanted to scream out so badly at him hitting the right spot inside of you over and over again. It felt too good, you were going crazy as you trembled and clawed at the coffee table for any way to ground yourself. His arms wrapped around your waist from behind. He hugged you into his chest and felt familiar lips along your neck. You could feel his cheek nuzzle against your hair and don’t quite remember a point in which he could’ve removed his mask.

”If only he could see how good you’re being for me.” Luke groaned softly into your ear. “You’d love that though. You’d put on a little show for him just like you did for us earlier. You’re so filthy… You’re our litle slut, aren’t you, hmm?”

All you do was moan quietly at his words and nod as the way he pulled you back on him made you lose control. It’s like they switched today but something about it was so attractive to you.

“What was that, sweetheart? I couldn’t quite hear you.” He taunted as he slowed which made you whine.

”Yes, Luke!” You breath. “M’need to cum—need you to cum inside of me. Fuck me…”

”You said it, not me.” He chuckled.

He left a light kiss on your cheek before he picked up his pace again. You gasped as one of his arms stayed wrapped around you waist, tightly and his other arm traveled down your body. His fingers found their way to a familiar bud between your legs. As soon as his fingertips started to make circular motions against it, you were seeing stars as he fucked up into you. You panted and whined, your eyes fixed on Sylus sleeping as you tried to keep your noises to a minimum.

Every time you squeezed around him, he’d let out a satisfied sigh. He whispered praises in your ear, nibbling on your neck and you could feel that familiar knot building up in you. You felt electricity in your body.

”Gonna cum—Gonna cum!” You whined out to which Luke speed up the stroke against your bed and the pace.

You shook as a wave of pleasure washed over you. Instinctively, rocking your hips against him as you whined and your rolled back. Shortly after, you heard him groan and felt hot, thick liquid paint your insides. The feeling had you biting your lip as you rested yourself against his chest. He used your hips to push every taste drop into you. His cum started to drip out of you and onto the couch. His cock slipping out of you do to the loss of friction.

Heavy breathing filled the room and you looked over at Kieran who was even messier than before which had you smiling. Your eyes were covered up unexpectedly as you felt Luke leave a longing kiss on your lips.

“Such a good girl…” He sighed.

“Don’t say things like that unless you want to go another round.” You huffed.

“You’d like it as much as we do.” You could hear the smile in Kieran’s voice. “We should clean and go before the boss wakes up…”

With their masks back on, Luke carried you out of the room while his brother stayed behind. Showered and cleaned up, he let you wear one of his shirts to bed and you slept soundly under the sheets. He watched you from the doorway of the bathroom after his shower, arms crossed as he sighed. He was already missing you.

His brother quietly entered their room.

”He did wake up?” Luke questioned.

”Dead to the world like usual.” Kieran answered. “Kind of impressive all that didn’t wake him up…”

His twin pushed pass him to get to the bathroom, ready to climb into the shower. He stood there looking at you, plagued by the thought that sooner or later you’d have to choose one or none. That idea killed him because no one really won in that situation.

“Hey, Mephisto wasn’t in the room, right?”

Oh shit…

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ONE NIGHT AS THE PRICE OF A REQUEST

⋆˙⟡ Summary: You hate your neighbor Jungkook, but you have to ask him to pretend to be your boyfriend at a party to get rid of your annoying boss. He agrees, but you don't even imagine what you'll have to pay him with. Everything goes according to plan until Jungkook reveals his true price during the dance: one night with him or your life in the neighborhood will be hell.

⋆˙⟡ Couple: Jeon Jungkook/ The Reader, Jungkook/Y/N

⋆˙⟡ Age restrictions: 18+

⋆˙⟡ Index of chapters: ≣

⋆˙⟡ Number of chapter: 5/?

⋆˙⟡ Tags: enemies-to-neighbors-to-lover, fake relationship, hate to desire, dom!Jungkook, heated blackmail, one bed trope (later more than one bed), undeniable chemistry, forced deal, mutual obsession, dangerous game, unexpected feelings, passion on edge, impossible to resist, tension and desire, unprotected sex, sexual tension, slow burning

⋆˙⟡ From author: And that's chapter 5 for you 🫶🏻 Tell me what you think about Jungkook’s proposal, will it be interesting to do it Y/N? I think so! Guys, due to my busy schedule at work, I will be posting chapters on weekends, but if it comes out faster I will post it right away. I love you all and thank you for being there for me, I need your support so much do not fade in this horrible world (by the way, a new song ‘MONA LISA’ of Hoseok, I'm just obsessed with it 😭❤️‍🔥😄)

⋆˙⟡ Dedication: to my biggest love @kelsyx33, @curse-of-art, @kooko009, @smokinghotstargirl, @myjungkookthighs, @mskookie, @minimoninini, @medstudentlifestyle for loving me for nothing. I love you girls twice as much 🥺🤭💜🫶🏻

⋆˙⟡ Tag list: @kelsyx33, @curse-of-art, @kooko009, @smokinghotstargirl, @myjungkookthighs, @mskookie, @minimoninini, @medstudentlifestyle, @bhonbhon, @ottergirl (If you want to be on the tag list, let me know)

⋆˙⟡ Warning: English is not my native language, so please be lenient with mistakes in the text 🥹

Chapter 5. A Game of Love for Freedom

You were sitting in the back of a taxi, staring at the dark screen of your phone. The windows of the car were slightly fogged up, and you could only see blurry jumbles of the city's buildings, changing one after another.

The taxi driver was driving silently, and the radio was playing some calm instrumental music. But there was no calm music inside you - only the hum of anger and frustration. You barely managed to slip out of the office before someone saw you. The journalists. They were already waiting at the entrance, armed with cameras and questions you didn't want to answer.

It was all inevitable. The news of Jungkook's new "girlfriend" was spreading at an incredible rate. Almost all the tabloids were not too lazy to write about you, and it was better not to read the comments on the articles at all. From now on, you are no longer just an employee of ‘EON Creative’. You are "his lover".

Your life no longer belonged to you.

You bit your lips nervously.

It was because of him that it all started. He was the reason you lost your job. Because of him, you had become a sensation to be savored on the Internet.

Your fingers gripped the phone tighter as you typed a short message

📱 You: "Where are you?"

And pressed "send".

The answer came much faster than you expected. The phone vibrated literally a minute later. He answered:

📲 Jungkook: "Who’s that remembered my phone number?"

You felt everything shrinking in your middle. You hit the screen with your fingers.

📱 You: "Where are you?"

You ignored his words and repeated your message. You looked expectantly at the three animated dots that indicated that he was typing a message.

📲 Jungkook: "Oh, so you already looking for me now?"

After a second pause, another message came:

📲 Jungkook: "I thought you already deleted my number. What? You missed me? 😏"

📱 You: "We need to meet! Immediately!"

📲 Jungkook: "Immediately? What a tone... Are you always this demanding or is it just for me?"

You were already angry, but Jungkook seemed to be your curse, making you become absolutely evil.

📱 You: "Jungkook, I'm not in the mood for your jokes."

📲 Jungkook: "And I'm not in the mood for your orders."

You hit the phone's touchscreen even harder. You started shaking with anger.

📱 You: "Just fucking tell me where you are!"

Jungkook was silent. You stared at his last text message, waiting for a response. He's just playing with fire.

📲 Jungkook: "It depends on what you need me for. If you need to cry, I'm busy. If you want something interesting... maybe I can find a minute 😉"

You roll your eyes, trying not to throw your phone out the window.

📱 You: "Jeon, did you even see what happened?

📲 Jungkook: "What happened kitten?"

📱 You: "Are you being on the internet? All of Korea knows, and you seem to be the last who’s knows that I'm your lover!"

Jungkook didn't answer for a minute. He kept you waiting. You could not stand it and wrote your question again.

📱 You: "We need to talk about it!"

Jungkook didn't answer. You locked your phone and almost cursed out loud. You sighed heavily, feeling tired of everything that was happening.

Your phone vibrated and you quickly opened a chat with Jungkook.

📲 Jungkook: "I can only be free after 6 p.m. So if you want to come over in the evening, let's talk."

You looked at his text message and were unhappy. Did you really need wait all day?

📱 You: "Hey, are you serious, this is important! I can't wait until the evening!"

📲 Jungkook: "And I can't change my schedule because of your tantrums."

You clutched the phone in your hand, trying not to explode. He really got you.

📱 You: "Tantrums? Are you kidding me? Because of you, I got fired, my phone is blowing up with calls, idiots from the press tracked me down under the company, and you're just going on with your life as if nothing happened?!"

📲 Jungkook: "I can't write anymore. Let's talk in the evening. I'll write when I'm free."

Jungkook left the chat and you wanted to tear yourself apart. You were so annoyed and angry. You locked your phone and closed your eyes to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. You didn't understand why you deserved to be put through such a trial. Where on earth did Jungkook come from? Why did you ask him to pretend to be your boyfriend? But now nothing could be changed, only the problem had to be solved, and you were going to give the culprit of this situation do it.

You got out of the car, paid the taxi driver, and quickly went up to your apartment. As you exited the elevator, you noticed the package with the dress you had left under Jungkook's door. It stood untouched and you involuntarily felt nausea. Because this dress was a vivid reminder of your mistake. You looked away and walked past, simultaneously thinking that Jungkook was either not home all this time as you had thought or he had simply ignored your return and left this package just standing there.

You entered into your apartment. There was silence outside the door, but even that didn't bring you peace. You took off your jacket, threw your phone on the couch, and went into the bathroom. You washed your hands and looked in the mirror. You looked... depressed. Your eyes were a little red from tension, your lips were pressed into a thin line. You'll have to wait for Jungkook all day. Maybe it's for the best. Your anger will calm down and you'll be able to tell him normally, without yelling, that he's to blame for this whole situation and he personally has to solve it in a matter of days!

You did not know what to do. You were in such a state that you wanted to cry and drink until you passed out. But you didn't want to drink alone, and Jisu wouldn't be free until 7:00 p.m., so that wasn't an option either. She was working right now and your chest was tight with the thought of work.

So when you left the bathroom, you sat down on the couch and focused on your phone. You wanted to order some food. Yes, delicious food will help to quench your irritation and raise your mood, which was lower than the level of the Mariana Trench.

You wanted to open the food delivery app, but instead your fingers clicked the browser icon and you saw a bunch of articles similar to the one you read in the morning. The photo was the same, but the headlines were different:

"Who is the mysterious girl who enchanted the heir to the ‘Jeon Group’?"

"A romantic night at a corporate party: Jong Jungkook and his new passion?"

"Their looks speak for themselves! A secret romance within the walls of ‘EON Creative?’"

And even worse were the comments that you knew you shouldn't read, but you were curious.

"Of course, another one who wants to make it to the elite."

"Is she even pretty? You can't see her face."

"Ha, she's just using him! Poor Jungkook, I hope he doesn't waste money on her."

"Why do all the girls who get spotted with him think they're special?"

"Well, if Jungkook likes girls like that, I have bad news about his taste."

"Of course, another one who sleeps with the bosses."

The last comment made you throw your phone on the couch and run your hands over your face tiredly.

It was so unfair.

You were made out to be someone you weren't. Everyone around you was just talking about you, as if you were no longer a person, but just an object for gossip.

You got up and went to the bathroom. You turned on the water and listened to the sound of it, and it calmed you down a bit. You undressed and when the bathtub was sufficiently filled with water, you got in and tried to relax.

The hot water enveloped your body, and for a few seconds you allowed yourself to close your eyes. The heaviness in your chest eased a little, but the words you read still echoed in your head. "Another one who sleeps with the bosses." That was the most offensive thing. The most painful.

You had never looked for easy ways, never sucked up to your bosses to get promoted. You worked your ass off, even doing extra tasks to maintain a good reputation. And now it's all ruined. Because of one man.

Your lips pressed together, and you took a deep breath.

Giving yourself an hour to calm your nerves, you stepped out of the bathroom, wrapping yourself in a towel. You heard the sound of the message. Your heart skipped a beat - Jungkook? Had he gotten off work early?

You walked over to the couch and picked up the phone. The message was from Jisoo.

📲 Jisu: "How are you? I saw the articles. It's just horrible. Has Jungkook done anything yet?"

You bit your lower lip as you typed your answer:

📱 You: "No. But we have to meet up. What about you? How are things at work?"

📲 Jisu: "Like a tinderbox. Everyone is talking about you and Jungkook. The boss is angry, but it's more because of the press attention. He says it's bad for the company's reputation."

📱 You: "So it's nothing new... 😑"

📲 Jisu: "Yeah... But I'm here for you and if you want to talk, I'm ready."

📱 You: "Thank you dear, we will definitely talk about it..."

You exhaled and put the phone down on your lap. It was a little easier to know that Jisu was supporting you, but it didn't change the situation. You were still the center of the scandal.

Throwing the towel on the back of the couch, you went to the closet and dressed in a white short top and black sweatpants. You tied your hair in a careless bun to keep it out of your eyes. Your nerves were on edge, so you ordered some food: spicy fried chicken and beer.

In the late in evening, it started to rain outside. It was pounding on the window sill, making a lot of noise. You looked at the clock on your phone. It showed 7.28 p.m. It was as if Jungkook was playing on your nerves on purpose. He said he'd be free after 6:00 p.m., but it was already half past eight and you hadn't heard from him.

You had been lying on the bed for several hours, but you were boring. You got up and stretched your muscles when you heard your phone vibrate. The screen showed an incoming call from Jungkook. For some reason, your heart started beating faster. You grabbed the phone and put on the green button.

"Hello." Your voice was reserved.

"I'm under the house, come down to my car. I only have ten minutes."

You raised your eyebrows.

"Really? You kept me waiting all day and now you only have ten minutes?"

"If there's something you don't like, we can talk another time." he said nonchalantly.

You rolled your eyes and exhaled in frustration. You are a ball of nerves today.

"Why can't you lift up?" you asked as you walked to the front door to go downstairs to see him.

"I have to leave immediately after this, and I don’t want to waste time. So if you want to talk, lift your sweet ass and come down to me…" You could feel that he was saying it with a smile.

"Okay." you growled and hung up the phone. You put on your sweatshirt, pulled the hood over your head and left the apartment.

It was wet outside and the rain was pounding down on Seoul at night. You saw Jungkook's black Maybach GLS. It was parked right in front of your door. You quickly got into the front seat, but the rain still managed to get you a little wet.

Jungkook gave you a quick glance and then focused on the road ahead. He pulled out of the driveway to go to a place where his car wouldn't be in the way.

"Did you get wet?" his voice was relaxed, even if you could tell he sounded tired. It was the first time in your life you'd ever seen him sound so preoccupied.

"Of course!" you pulled off your hood and ran your fingers through your hair, trying to look normal. "Not everyone has a security guard running around with an umbrella whenever they need to."

"I don't have security either. And you could have brought an umbrella with you." He gave you a quick glance.

"You made me run up here instead of going upstairs like a normal person!" you protested.

Jungkook didn't answer, but the corners of his lips twitched. Obviously, he found your indignation amusing. Jungkook stopped the car in an open parking lot on the street and when he finished parking, he turned to you, still smiling slightly. He looked calm, even a little relaxed. His hair was perfectly styled with a parting in the middle. His black shirt, unbuttoned at the top buttons, and dark jacket made him even more... dangerously attractive.

You looked at him that to you could to show him your anger, and you felt your stomach lurch. Did you just feel fucking butterflies in your stomach just because of the way he looked?

"So, what are we going to talk about?" asked Jungkook, making his smile wider.

"Settle this 'mistress' nonsense and give me my job back!" You immediately blurted out all your demands to him. Jungkook's eyebrows flew up. He chuckled in surprise, clearly impressed by the way you spoke.

"I don't understand. Are you asking me for help again? As I recall, you said you would 'never' ask for it again." Jungkook leaned back, staring at you greedily. How the fuck can you look so sexy wearing a regular top and sweatpants? Jungkook lowered his gaze to your figure. Your cardigan was unbuttoned, and you were wearing a white top with no bra underneath. He could clearly see your nipples through the fabric. He couldn't help but think back to the night he fucked you so well. His thoughts were already going the wrong way. He looked down at your sweatpants and thought about how easy it would be to get his hands underneath them to touch your pussy.

"This is not a request for help, a genius. You are to blame for this whole situation and you are the only one who can solve it!" You said angrily, snapping Jungkook out of his thoughts. He raised his eyes to your face. For a few seconds, he looked into your eyes full of anger and then leaned over, leaning on the armrest. You instinctively leaned back, but not too far.

"You asked me to play the role of your boyfriend. Why are you making me the only one to blame?" Jungkook asked seriously, but not without a hint of playfulness in his voice. Your eyes darted between his.

"That's what I asked. But I didn't know you were the goddamn heir to the ‘Jeon Group’! Why didn't you tell me in the first place?" you asked. Jungkook pressed his lips together and you looked at them against your will. He noticed this and deliberately ran his tongue over his lips.

"Did you ask?" asked Jungkook, watching you stare at his lips in awe. You forced yourself to look away when you heard what he was saying. You opened your mouth at his absurd question. And then you gave a hysterical short laugh.

"So I'm supposed to come to you and ask you to play the role of my boyfriend and then give you a questionnaire so you can fill in your entire biography?" your voice trembled with anger.

Jungkook smiled slyly, tilting his head slightly to the side.

"That's right, kitten. It would be interesting," he replied, looking you over calmly. "Although it would hardly change anything, would it?" he stared at you again, as if enjoying his every word.

You took a deep breath, trying to control the wave of irritation.

"It would have changed everything! I would never have asked you to be my boyfriend!"

"Then you would have missed out on a great opportunity to spend the night with me." Jungkook said, remembering how you paid for his service. His voice sounded mocking, but his eyes flashed with something deeper.

"Speaking of the night... are you okay with cheating on your fiancée?" you asked with curiosity in your voice. The fact that you were sleeping with them while he had a fiancée triggered you just as much. Jungkook tensed up. His smile remained in place, but his eyes darkened. He leaned back slowly, watching you as if assessing you.

"Me?" he raised his eyebrows in surprise, jabbing a finger at his chest, "Cheating?" he tilted his head, and his voice was still lightly playful, mixed with challenge.

"Well, your fiancée is Kang Sukhi, who everyone knows about, except me of course, because I didn't know you at all. Is that okay?"

"I didn't cheat on anyone, kitten. You're confused..." Jungkook was still smiling and you could tell he was having fun with the whole situation, but you weren't in the mood for amusement.

"You're officially engaged, but you're still fucking me!" you almost shouted as you leaned forward. Jungkook was amazed at your angry reaction to Suhy, didn't it look like jealousy? In his eyes, it was more than that. He straightened up, looking you straight in the eye.

"No. We're not officially engaged. If it's so important for you to know, I haven't promised her anything. For me, she is nothing more than a convenient formality for the family business. And if you think that I ever belonged to her..." his fingers lightly touched a strand of your hair, making your skin tingle. "...you'd be very wrong."

You pressed your lips together, trying not to show how something stirred inside you. You batted his hand away and turned away, crossing your arms over your chest.

"It doesn't change the fact that I slept with you without knowing the truth."

"And do you regret it?"

The question hovered between you, making you hold your breath.

"Yes." You lied, answering too quickly.

Jungkook leaned forward a little, watching you.

"You're lying."

His confidence pissed you off.

"Enough! I don't want to continue this topic..."

"You started talking about it ," Jungkook said, laughing. You looked at him angrily and he just shook his head.

"You're nothing but trouble for me! And it's been like that since we first met. I don't want anything to tie us together! So do everything the way it was before you! Say that I'm not your mistress and that you have a beautiful fiancée whom you love very much. And make my boss take me back to work!" you demanded. Jungkook just smiled. He could barely stop himself from throwing kisses at you. Your anger turned him on and lit a dangerous fire inside him.

"What are you going to give me in return?" He asked as soon as you finished speaking. You stared at him, not understanding what he was asking.

"What?" you asked nervously.

"Well, you don't think I'm just going to decide this, do you?" he lazily ran his fingers over the steering wheel.

You felt like you were on the verge of exploding.

"Are you really that pathetic that you want to make me pay for your own mistake?" you asked sarcastically.

"Mistake?" Jungkook smiled, but his eyes instantly darkened. "I wonder what exactly I did wrong? I went along with your adventure and saved you from the boss."

"You should have told me who you were..."

Jungkook exhaled, you kept saying the same thing and he was getting a little tired of fighting with you.

"Okay, how do you see the solution to this problem?" Jungkook suddenly asked.

"I told you. Just make an official statement that there is nothing between us. And... and tell Mr. Kang to put me back to work!" Jungkook chuckled.

"See, you're who’s making a mistake. If I tell them there's nothing between us now, it'll be even worse for you. They'll think I used you and then dumped you. It'll only make your reputation worse."

You pressed your fingers to your temples.

"Then what?"

He slowly leaned toward you, his face too close, his perfume too seductive.

"I have another proposal. It will be beneficial for both of us."

You stared at him questioningly, listening to your own heartbeat.

"I don't want to marry Sukhi. But my parents want to make me. But if you pretend to be my girlfriend, the I can be free from the engagement."

You were stunned by his words. Again pretend to be his girlfriend? That's ridiculous. It's nonsense. You laughed softly, looking at his face.

"This game again? Where garanty you sure if you show me to your parents you stand free from the engagement? You said yourself that this marriage is good for business."

"That's exactly the biggest problem. My parents are forcing me, putting pressure on me because of the business. But I don't want to do that. That's why I'm offering you this deal. You have to look as convincing as possible so that it is Sukhi who breaks off this engagement, or her father. And I will make sure that the media stops writing dirt about you, and instead of returning you to the position of the PR manager, I will give you a good job in the main company."

You hold your breath. His offer sounds so tempting and so simple. But this is Jungkook, and there are always pitfalls in his offers.

"And I'll pay you, for the time you don't work."

You turned away and stared at the windshield, where water was running down from the heavy rain. You should accept his offer right away because it sounds like you hit the jackpot. You wanted to laugh. This offers sounds like you'll climb the career ladder thanks to him. But do your principles and efforts matter anymore? Everything you've achieved on your own has been destroyed, so what's the point of staying proper? All of Korea already considers you "the one who sleeps with the bosses." But you knew it wouldn't be easy. You looked back at Jungkook, who was waiting for your answer.

"So, what's it going to look like?"

Jungkook stretched his lips in a smug smile, as if he was anticipating victory. He leaned even closer, clutching the steering wheel his hand.

"We'll be together," Jungkook said, savoring the words. "Going to events, showing up at restaurants, sometimes letting the paparazzi catch us in the act... Basically, doing everything a couple should do. I need Sukhi to believe that."

You wrinkled your nose, and he almost laughed.

"That sounds like some kind of soap opera."

"It's business, kitten. It's just business. You get everything you want: reputation, job, money. And I get my freedom."

"What if your fiancée comes to me to pull out all my hair?" Jungkook smiled even wider, leaning back.

"Sukhi? She's too proud to make a scene. She'd rather pretend to change her mind."

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't hide your skepticism.

"What if she doesn't change her mind?"

Jungkook hummed, his fingers drumming lazily on the steering wheel.

"Then we'll have to work a little harder."

You rolled your eyes.

"Fine. But what else is included in this 'little harder'? I assume you'll want some... public gestures?"

Jungkook nodded slowly, as if confirming your worst guess.

"Hugs, hand-holding, kissing. Nothing supernatural."

"Kissing?" you asked, even though it was the obvious thing you were supposed to do as a "couple".

"Don't act like we haven't done it before," he smirked, leaning in a little closer. "I'm sure you like kissing me..."

You gritted your teeth, trying not to let his voice make your body react treacherously.

"And how long is this going to last?"

"Until I get out of this engagement. Ideally, a month, maybe two."

"And if your plan doesn't work?"

Jungkook was silent for a moment and then answered with a smile on his lips.

"Then you'll have to stay my girlfriend longer."

You exhaled, trying to assess all the risks.

"But there is one condition," he added.

You rolled your eyes.

"What condition?" you asked, frightened. Knowing how he could set conditions, you could have expected anything.

"As long as you play my girlfriend, you must not be with other men."

You blinked in surprise.

"Really?"

"Yes," his voice grew deeper, "you must be only mine."

You didn't know what annoyed you more: the self-assurance in his voice or the way your heart responded to those words.

"Gosh, this is so annoying..." you stubbornly crossed your arms over your chest. You sat silently, weighing all the possible risks, and finally decided that this was a chance you couldn't miss. You exhaled heavily, "I agree only because I want my job and my reputation back. Nothing more." You accepting his offer.

Jungkook pretended to think seriously.

"Very well, then. Well, then, we need to set some rules."

"Rules?"

"Yeah," he shrugged nonchalantly. "For example... no real feelings."

You huffed skeptically.

"No problem."

You knew you could handle those rules.

"No jealousy."

"What? Why would I even be jealous?"

"Good." Jungkook smiled with satisfaction. "And..." he paused, making you tense.

"What else?"

He leaned over the armrest closer, his hot breath licking your skin.

"Do all your best, that not to fall in love with me, kitten."

You felt a pang in your midsection, but you didn't let it show.

"Dreamer!" you said ironically, making him laugh.

"I'm just warning you. I can be very charming."

"Don't worry, Jungkook. You are the last person I could fall in love with. It's more about you. I’m think you need more controlling yourself, so you were the one who said something about 'you're mine, I won't let you go' and now you have a ticker on your forehead 'I want to fuck you right here'" you leaned closer to him, his perfume enveloping you again. "But it looks like ten minutes has passed and you're late."

You said, turning away, but Jungkook grabbed your hand, pulling you very close.

Jungkook didn't say anything, but his grip on your wrist only tightened. His eyes darkened, and a familiar cheeky smile played at the corners of his lips.

"You know, kitten," his voice grew deeper, velvety, "I'm not denying that I want you right now."

"I'm not surprised." you say confidently, your breathing quickening.

"Would you be surprised if I tested how much you want me?" he reached for your crotch, but you quickly grabbed his hand and held it back.

"What are you doing? Get your hands off me!" You said firmly. You were a little shocked to fact that in deep down you wanted him to continue. Jungkook applied a little more force, continuing to move his hand to the waistband of your sweatpants. You tried to resist, but when his fingers touched your bare stomach, you froze. Your faces were separated by a few centimeters. You looked up at him and saw that he was not going to give up on his idea.

"Come on, kitten, let's have a quick fuck in the car, satisfy our physical needs." he suggested ironically, reminding you of your own words.

"Do you really think I want to do this with you?" you asked still holding his hand, Jungkook smiled and slowly slipped his hand under your pants, as if to give you a chance to stop it. But you already can’t do yet. When his hand was on your folds, you gasped, and Jungkook cursed with a slight moan.

"Your wet pussy answers your question." Jungkook whispered. You didn't let go of his hand, which was hidden in your pants. His fingers gently caressed your clit. You closed your eyes, unable to believe that this was happening for the second time between you. But his fingers felt so good on your pussy. You opened your legs wider to give him easy access to your pussy, and he took advantage of it. Jungkook's fingers skillfully built up the pleasant sensations between your legs. You got wetter and wetter as he smeared the moisture between your legs.

Suddenly, you let out a moan, and it aroused Jungkook even more. He leaned down and captured your lips. His soft lips were not gentle at all, they were demanding and insistent. His tongue slid into your mouth and you accepted it without hesitation. Your kiss was greedy, as if you two had been waiting for this for years, as if you were forbidden and now you could do whatever you wanted.

You ran your hand through his soft hair, ruining his perfectly styled hair. He purred against your lips when he felt you pull him closer.

Jungkook plunged a finger into your passage. Your warm hole was so welcoming, and he knew for sure that his cock would be visiting it today. The thought of fucking that tight pussy again made his cock harden and twitch several times in anticipation.

You knew it was crazy. You knew you'd agreed to a fake relationship, not this. But, damn it, when he touched you like that, when your tongues touched each other, you couldn't think about the rules anymore.

He pulled away from your lips, took a deep breath, as if trying to pull himself together, but it was too late. His eyes darkened, and his breathing became heavy and hot.

"You were in a hurry." you reminded him, breathing heavily against his lips. Jungkook plunged another finger inside you and you felt the pressure on your walls, and his thumb never left your clit. squeezed his shoulders with your fingers to ease the growing pleasure.

"I have something more important to do. Let them wait." Jungkook said, smiling. You couldn't react normally to his words, feeling your orgasm approaching. And after a several seconds of holding it all in, you came on his finger. You squeezed his hand with your legs and he felt your clit twitching.

He pulled his fingers out of your throbbing pussy, making you moan softly at the loss. He raised his hand to his lips and, without taking his eyes off you, licked his fingers as if savoring a forbidden fruit. His movement was so seductive that desire flared up inside you again.

"Sweets," he murmured hoarsely, leaning closer to catch the taste of your lips again.

You were on fire, your breath was ragged, and your heart was pounding. His scent of perfume mingled with your own scent of arousal. Jungkook no longer looked confident-he was hungry, almost obsessed.

His palms slid slowly under your top, caressing your skin. Each touch made your body react to him instantly - you gave in, letting him have you the way he wanted. His fingers, still wet from caressing you, left hot marks on your skin as he ran them up your stomach. His lips barely touched yours, taking his time, stretching the moment between desire and anticipation. And then they found yours again, this time the kiss was deeper, more greedy.

He squeezed your breast with his hand, massaging it, strengthening your desire to have Jungkook inside of you again.

"Fuck..." he muttered between your kisses and you could feel him holding back, how much he wanted more.

You ran your hands down his back, feeling the tension under your fingertips. Jungkook moved lower and slowly ran his tongue along your neck, leaving a wet trail, and then he lifted his head and stared at you.

"Climb on my lap, kitten, I have to fuck your tight pussy." he invited you.

Jungkook sat down in his seat and pushed the chair back as far as possible. He tilted the back to get a better position. Jungkook flicked his tongue across his lips as if savoring the remnants of your kiss, and he took off his jacket and threw it in the back seat. Then he unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down to his ankles, and finally removed his underwear, revealing his hard length that needed attention. You looked at Jungkook, not knowing what to do. He noticed you weren't moving and looked up at you. His lips stretched in a playful smile making him look damn hot as he was now.

"What you want to taste the most delicious cock in your life or shall we get right down to business?"

You felt your face flush red. You tried to hide your eyes, but Jungkook leaned over and took your face by the chin.

"Come on, baby, take off your pants, or do you want me to do it?"

"I wouldn't mind if you did it for me." you said, defying him.

Jungkook stretched his lips into a predatory smile, his dark eyes glistening with excitement. Before you even had time to fully realize what you had said, he leaned closer, sliding his hands down your thighs. His fingers slowly, almost teasingly, ran up your skin, making you languish in anticipation.

"I know how you like it when I take your clothes off..." he murmured, his voice low and husky. "I like it too..." he admitted.

He slowly hooked his fingers into the waistband of your pants, successfully grabbing your underwear together with pants, and began to slowly pull them down. You lifted your hips so that they could slide down easily. His hands touched your skin, leaving a hot tingling sensation.

The rain outside the window monotonously pounded on the glass, creating an even more intimate atmosphere. The car was filled with your heavy breathing and the muffled light of the street lamps, which were smeared in the raindrops.

When your pants and underwear were completely off your legs, Jungkook took his time. His gaze slowly slid over you, and he licked his lips admiring what he saw in front of him.

"Such a beautiful body..." he murmured, licking his lips as if admitting the thought of what was to come.

He sat up straight and patted his thighs. You couldn't help but smile, but suddenly you felt him grab your hand and pull it. He was impatient.

You climbed on top of him and sat on his lap. His excited cock rested against your pussy, and you felt how hard it was. His hands squeezed your naked thighs and his fingers lightly touched your back, forcing you to bend to meet him.

His hands began to move slowly down your body, exploring every curve.

Jungkook kissed you again. It was a deep, desperate kiss, as if he was trying to leave an imprint of his desire on you. His fingers roamed over your skin, making you involuntarily cling to him tighter, squeezing him with your hips.

Jungkook broke the kiss and hurried to lift you up so you could ride him. You rose up just enough so he could press his cock against your entrance.

"Don't you have a condom?" you asked, feeling the head of his cock already pressing against your passage. Jungkook started to plunge into you, and you bit your lip, feeling his big cock stretching your velvet walls. You were still in pain, even as Jungkook stretched you.

His hands closed even tighter on your hips. His eyes glittered with a devilish light, and you knew he was going to say something bold.

"Do you need it? Don't you trust me?"

You froze, getting used to the feel of his cock in this position inside you. It felt even better than the first time you did it. Jungkook leaned down to your ear, running his tongue along the shell of it.

"I never trusted you." you breathed out. His tongue movement sent a wave of flies across your skin, even though the car was as hot as it could be. The windows were fogged up, and the world outside seemed to be non-existent.

Jungkook was amused by your words. You didn't trust him, but for some reason you always did what he wanted.

His confidence, this predatory and graceful behavior that balanced between passion and abuse, made your body burn even more.

He smiled, and then gave a sharp thrust with his hips, and you yelped in surprise.

"It's funny," he whispered, his lips almost touching yours, "because right now you're sitting on my cock without a condom and you don't mind at all." His voice was so dangerously seductive that your heart was racing. He bit your lips.

You began to move on his hips, creating a much-needed friction. You dug your nails into his shoulders, and only the thin fabric of his shirt saved him from scratches.

His fingers squeezed your hips a little harder, making you feel the full force of his control. You moaned because Jungkook was fucking you so well.

You moved slowly, letting yourself enjoy every second of this intimacy, but Jungkook didn't have that much patience. His hands squeezed your hips again, forcing you down deeper, faster, harder.

His breath was hot, his lips sought yours. His kisses were greedy, demanding, as passionate as his touch. He bit your lower lip, making you moan right into his mouth.

"Mmm... see that?" his voice was hoarse, predatory. "You're on fire, and you said you didn't trust me."

You wanted to answer, but he gave you a sharp thrust, and all words dissolved into your choked moan. Jungkook laughed a low, defiant laugh, his eyes burning.

"Oh, kitten, I love to hear you moan..." he whispered, running his hot palms along your back, and then slapping your ass sharply.

You arched your back, feeling the fire spreading through your body, pulling you even closer to him.

The rain outside the windows poured down harder, drumming rhythmically on the roof of the car, unable to drown out your sounds. It was so hot inside that the air felt heavy, almost intoxicating.

"Faster, baby," his voice was a low order. "Give me everything you've got."

Your heart exploded with tension and pleasure. And you did give him everything.

Jungkook lifted you up sharply, making you feel every inch of his cock, and then lowered you down on top of him forcefully, tearing a loud moan from your lips. His fingers will leave marks on your thighs, he presses hard on your skin as if he was trying to make sure you wouldn't run away, that you belonged to him, here and now.

"Fuck Kook..." you moaned.

You called him by his shortened name again during sex. He noticed it and made a point of it.

"What kitten, is it too much?" he asked.

"I can't... anymore..." You said. But Jungkook didn't want to come so quickly. He wanted to get the most out of you because he didn't know how soon your next time would be. You like to play hard to get, but practice shows that you can't control yourself when he's around.

"You can baby, I'm not done with you yet." he said breathing heavily. You felt him twitch inside you.

Jungkook lowered you down on top of him again, and you cried out as you felt him fill you completely. He caressed your center.

"Do you like it?" he pushed up again, making you bend over. "Tell me you like it when I fuck you."

You bit your lip, feeling waves of pleasure wash over you. He moved so fast, so deep, you couldn't focus on anything else. Only him. Only his body, colliding with yours in this stuffy, sweaty car.

"Yes... you're so fucking good at fucking me..." you admitted. And it was the piety truth. You'd felt it the first time you had sex. The connection between you two was like a drug. Jungkook was giving you an adrenaline rush that made you addicted. He smiled-self-satisfied, greedy, triumphant. Then he grabbed you even tighter, leaned forward, and dug his lips into your neck, leaving wet, trembling marks. He wanted to mark you so that you wouldn't forget those words when you pretended not to be interested in him again tomorrow.

His pace became even faster, deeper, more unbearable. You were no longer in control, your body trembling in his hands, accepting every thrust. And when he abruptly grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer to him, you felt a hot wave of pleasure sweep through you.

He groaned as he squeezed you, and then abruptly dropped his head onto your shoulder, breathing hotly on your skin.

Your breathing is heavy. Your pulse is frantic. You're both hot, exhausted, and you haven't yet realized that he came right inside you.

Jungkook slowly leans back, holding you on top of him, his hands still on your back. He smiles slightly, tired but so hot.

"You're just divine..." he whispers, brushing his hand over your cheek.

Your mind clears a little bit. Your ears were buzzing, but when your breathing became more or less calm, you realized that you were sitting on Jungkook still with his cock inside of you. You rounded your eyes, and he raised his eyebrows in question, wanting to know what you were excited about.

"Did you just cum inside me?"

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hikarry · 1 year ago

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I'm not really on the team that swears to Jesus and beyond that Crowley lost his memories after the Fall. Yes, of course, he forgot some stuff because, ya know, he has been alive for more than 6000 years and if I don't remember what I ate for lunch yesterday, Satan knows he won't remember every single second of his life, but he remembers the important things

"Ah, but what about him not remembering fighting alongside FurFur or building the thingy with Saraqael?"

Love, I give you two options:

Those are either some of the stuff he didn't consider important enough to remember OR he is just straight up fucking with them. He does remember, but why reveal it if playing dumb sometimes is good in the long run? Might be useful

Alas, I don't know, but I will die on the hill that he does remember

Which means he most probably remembers meeting Aziraphale. Not because Aziraphale was "important" at the time per se, or because it was love at first sight (because it wasnt, not for him. Bro was so focused on the nebula he didnt even introduce himself when Aziraphale did. He threw him a "Right. Nice to meet ya. Anyway, nebula time!"), but because he was there when Crowley created the nebula and, as he said, he had been waiting for that moment since "well, always". It's an important moment for him, so he remembers. Aziraphale just so happened to be present

I don't know if that was the only interaction they had in Heaven or not (and that's not the point I'm trying to get to so I will ignore that problem for a later post, maybe), but when the now Demon Crawley was sent up to the Garden, he did remember Aziraphale. That's why he approached him

Cmon, Crowley isn't stupid. Of course he wouldn't approach an angel on the wall just willy nilly and make conversation. He didn't know Aziraphale had given away the flaming sword yet. Just approaching an angel from behind and morph into a demon next to him out of nowhere could be a death sentence. Or at least an A Line for a good smitting

Yet, he did it. He had at least 3 other angels to choose from but he approached the angel that he remembered from back in the beginning that was kind enough to help him with the engine of the nebula. Hell! I even bet this was not the first time they saw each other in the Garden!

Bet they've seen and observed each other from afar a few times while they interacted with the humans (yes, cause I believe Crawley, before tempting Eve, tried to gain her trust. It's easier to listen to a friend than a random snake) or just around the Garden really.

That's why Aziraphale didn't get surprised when Crawley showed up at the wall, because he knew the demon snake had been around the Garden for a while. He probably even recognized him as the former Star Maker and hoped he was still a little bit of his old self so he allowed himself to engage in conversation

Anyhow, another clue? This:

He remembers how Heaven works. He remembers he was a high ranking angel. Satan, he remembers the bloody passwords!

Do you know what else he remembers?

Cause they didn't throw that line in there for nothing. No, gents. Cmon. Nothing is random in Good Omens

He knows who he was. He remembers being the Star Maker that hung the stars in the sky

He remembers why he fell, for goodness sake

And the fact that he remembers everything makes all of it so much more tragic, doesn't it? He remembers his life before the Fall, his supposed friends that dragged him into the pit with them, what Her love felt like, the "mistakes" he made that led to his Fall

And it must have hurt. It must have hurt so much when he found himself in a pit of boiling sulfur with his wings completely burned and without Her love because he remembered it all. He must have been so bloody confused for so long

He might have regretted it. All the questions and the company he kept that made him Fall. But he doesn't anymore.

He knows he doesn't need Heaven, he doesn't need Hell. They are toxic. All he needs is his pacific fragile existence on Earth with Aziraphale and yet...well, that's something else he won't forget now, is it?

*clears throat*

I rest my case

#this is spencer bringing you some more angst youre welcome #good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #david tennant #michael sheen #anthony j crowley

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librarygarten · 6 months ago

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I don't think I'm the only one who thinks Wars was an asshole? Like, is the reader supposed to have -known- they were actually controlling somone? The world they were from, the Links aren't real, right? And here he is instantly blaming them for playing something they'd only know as a game, cruelly making them cry and being just all around awful. I hope someone calls him out on it.

Sorry, nonnie :( Wars was indeed an asshole, but his game would probably one of the worst to live through. He had to watch his men die in a war that turned out to be some sort of sick entertainment for an interdimensional being. Add to that his whole... situation with Cia, and he's not thrilled with the idea that reader might have just. Over-written his free will while playing the game. Don't worry, Twilight will beat up Wars on your behalf <3

#2 Chain x Speedrunner! Deity! Isekai! Reader - Who's in Control?

Part 2 includes Sky, Twilight, and Legend Part 1 ✿ Part 2 (you are here) ✿ Part 3

When you first fell through the portal and joined the chain on their quest, you had revealed that they were only stories in your world. It had taken a while for them to understand the concept of a video game, and even longer for them to come to terms with the fact that some of the most traumatic events of their lives were reduced to children’s entertainment. However, as they talked with you, they came to another horrifying discovery: YOU were their “player.” Your actions in your world, the decisions you made while playing the games, directly influenced their own lives. What’s more, you were a speedrunner.

Sky

“Hey, Y/N?” Sky approaches you at camp, wringing his hands nervously. He won’t meet your gaze. “Did… did I do something to make you mad?”

“What?” You think back on your last few interactions. You hadn’t been treating him any differently. Unless you were somehow a jerk and didn’t even know it? You have been pretty sleep-deprived lately. “No. Why do you ask?”

“It’s just that…” He trails off, clearly not sure how to approach this topic. He takes a breath and tries again. “You kind of controlled us during our adventures, right?”

Well, crap.

“I think so? I’m not really sure how it works.” Now you’re the one that won’t look him in the eyes. “My influence on you guys is still… weird to think about.”

“Yeah.” He nodded. Learning the existence of your free will was questionable at best was not a great feeling. “But you controlled everything we did, right?”

“Not necessarily!” You can feel the sweat dripping down your neck. “Talking to some of the others, maybe you guys could influence me, too? Like, Four said he felt scared during the final fight, and that’s the same time that I messed up with the controls!”

Sky hums, as if agreeing. It’s clear he doesn’t believe it.

“But you’re the one that made me jump off that post in Skyloft.” He says quietly. He’s not angry. He just seems sad, honestly. “And then… Fi was there all of a sudden? I can’t remember exactly. Everything seemed so… out of order?”

You swallow the glob of spit in your throat. He was talking about the Back in Time glitch. How did he even remember that? It requires two save files and to move around while in the menu.

“You remember that?” You yelp. “Shoot, I’m so, so sorry. That’s a glitch to make the game faster. I swear, I had known you weren’t just a video game I would have never-”

“It’s fine.” He interrupts, giving a weak smile. “I’m used to it.”

“Used to what?” You ask, but he walks away. He disappears between the trees, and you’re left staring at the empty clearing full of camping equipment.

“...Used to what?” You whisper to yourself.

Twilight

“Y’alright?” Twilight asks you. He’d found you a ways away from camp, curled up agains the side of a tree. You sniff, wiping your eyes but not meeting his gaze.

“Peachy,” you say sarcastically, but your voice cracks, and it sounds more pathetic than anything else. He sits down next to you.

“Rupee for your thoughts?” He smiles. When you don’t respond, he leans forward, trying to get a look at your face. “You know you can talk to me, right? Or I could be Wolfie, if that would be easier? Dog therapy is a thing right? Wolf therapy is just a few degrees removed from that.”

“Don’t go transforming for my sake.” You snicker, finally turning your head to look at him. Your eyes are red and puffy from crying. “It’s nothing. No need for you to get worked up over it.”

“It is very clearly not ‘nothing’.” His eyebrows furrow. “Did one of the others say something? I swear if Legend was giving you grief again–”

“No, nobody said anything. It’s just a lot of things, I guess…” You explain hesitantly. “Like, I got sucked through a random portal and suddenly a bunch of game characters are real. And what’s worse is the things I did in the game actually happened to them? Does that apply to every game I’ve played? What about when I stopped playing a game? Or deleted a save file?” You thread your fingers through your hair, feeling more tears threatening to spill out. How many deaths and traumas were your fault? How many lives have you ruined?

“You couldn’t have known. Heck, WE didn’t know about you.” Twilight pats your back, bringing you back to reality.

“But didn’t you feel something was off? I was like,” you make claws with your hands, emphasizing your point “controlling you guys against your will or something.”

“Well, it was kinda weird when I stared at a rupee for fifteen hours straight.” He chuckles, “But like I said, you had no way of knowing. Nobody here blames you.”

“I’m pretty sure Wars hates me…”

“Well, he’s an asshole.” Twilight rolls his eyes. “I’ll give him a piece of my mind next time he’s bothering you, ya hear?”

“Okay,” you smile, wiping your nose with your sleeve. “Thanks.”

“Anytime.”

Legend

“Speedrunning? That sounds incredibly stupid.” Legend scoffs. You had tried explaining some of the strange things that he had encountered during his adventure, only to be made fun of. Honestly, you probably deserved it a little bit.

“Yeah, it’s a whole thing. People compete to get the fastest time, which usually requires glitches.” You chuckle nervously, scratching the back of your head.

“So you broke the very fabric of reality in order to win.” He raises an eyebrow.

“I didn’t break reality!” You exclaim.

“I climbed up a ladder and just… kept going up, even when there wasn’t anything to climb on!” Legend throws his hands in the air. “I held a bomb above my head and floated across a room.”

“That’s not necessarily breaking reality,” you grimace. He’s honestly got a point, but you’re not about to concede like that. “People can fly. There’s a whole race of bird people called the Rito in the other timelines.”

“Do I look like a bird?” Legend motions to himself, showing off his very-much-not-a-bird-self. “You know what? Forget it. If all you’re going to do is make excuses, I’m done.”

He turns to walk away, but you grab his hand. His back is to you, so you can’t see his face. Hopefully he won’t hate you too much.

“Legend, I swear I would never have played the games if I knew I was messing with real people. I had no idea.” You sniff, tears threatening to fall. You’re so sick of this. You’re so sick of needing to explain this to them. “Your games were some of the first games I ever played. I remember coming back from school as a kid, excited to play them. I… I loved all the characters. I spent hours trying to find every side quest, trying to get everyone a happy ending. When I started speedrunning… I never could have known… I’m sorry.”

He turns around, his bangs half-covering his eyes. He looks ready to cry, too.

“You loved her too, huh?” He whispers, then laughs, regaining his composure and returning to the snarky Legend you know and love. “Just make sure you don’t, like, puppet me around now, alright? I can’t imagine what the others would do if I started backflipping through walls.”

You giggle at his annoyed expression. They were sure to be insufferable about it.

“Deal.”

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hiii, can we have a second part for the yandere! bruce with baby trapping 🥹 maybe some pregnancy kink

Of course you all can! I'm always willing to do continuations of any works I do or requests if you all ask nicely and I feel comfortable with it! And sorry this took so long to write. A lot of family stuff came up and I needed to take a step back for a while.

Part 2 of Yandere! Bruce Wayne and baby trapping!

As stated in the request, there is smut under the cut. Minors please do not interact with the post.

It had barely been a week since Bruce and you found out you were pregnant

Alfred had been discreetly informed so he could go buy your prenatal vitamins without any of the kids finding out

You all had agreed to do a reveal to them fairly quickly so they didn't find out themselves by accident

After some consideration, the both of you decided on a cake with a simple message

Bruce even got you to agree to let the message say 'It wasn't Jason'

"It's a bet the kids have on who would have a baby next. It's a family joke we have that's been going on."

You simply smiled at the explanation while saying it was okay as long as it was in a certain color

The next night a dinner, before anyone could get up from the table, Bruce said that Alfred made a special dessert for everyone

They all looked at one another in confusion as they tried to think of what the occasion was for a 'special dessert' to be made

When Alfred came in and set the cake in the center of the table, the kids stared at the written frosting with blank expressions

Jason was the first to react while throwing his hands up with a cheer

Dick started out with a huge grin before his eyes widen as he stared at Jason with disbelief all over his face

Tim and Damian shared a look for a moment before giving their congratulations

Cass smiled while looking between you and Bruce while asking multiple questions regarding the baby

Bruce smiled at the sight of all the people he loved celebrating the surprise of a new addition to the family

He gently took your hand in his while watching you happily eating the slice of cake Alfred cut for you

The first trimester was definitely interesting for the whole family with the random nausea, food cravings, and mood swings

Everyone worked together to help you deal with it as best as they were able to

Got a craving for something in the middle of the night that's not in the manor? Alfred told everyone and now Red Hood is in the store grabbing two of everything.

Your back hurting a little after getting off work? Tim has the heating pad on the couch for you as Cass gets a scented bath bomb that you might like so you can relax after dinner.

Randomly started crying? Dick and Alfred both stand nearby to hear you let out cries of whatever caused it

Damian would even offer to make you drinks that he had been taught were beneficial to both you and the fetus

Bruce was pleased that they were being so accepting of the situation instead of thinking you had been the one to cause the situation

The best thing though was a weekly ritual that only Bruce got to be apart of

An hour before he would go on patrol every Friday, you both would sit on the bed as his hands lightly caressed your stomach to carefully feel your body change over time

Even in the beginning when there wasn't anything to feel, Bruce enjoyed reliving the fact that he had gotten you pregnant successfully to keep you around

But he was still felt like you could do a bit more to be committed to the family

He wanted you to quit your job so you could be focused on him, the kids, and the baby with all your energy

Besides, he had more than enough money that you wouldn't have to worry about providing for yourself ever again

At first Bruce suggested going part time so you weren't straining your body too much while the baby was developing

You were hesitant at first, but relented and said you would ask your boss if it would be possible

It wasn't entirely what he wanted, it was just the start until you gave birth

You were beginning to tell the difference in your body after the two month mark with a slight firmness in your stomach

Bruce felt ecstatic as the days got closer to your due date

He did become concerned about the fact that you were showing a bit more than what was normal with all that he read

He even brought it up with the doctor at one of your appointments to ask if everything was alright

As they got the machine ready for the ultrasound, the doctor and nurse assured Bruce that everything should be alright with your hormone levels

The doctor began asking questions on how you were feeling and any issues you were experiencing

As they moved the wand over your stomach, the nurse stopped to look at the screen with a concerned look before her expression shifted to surprise

You became worried while asking what was wrong as the doctor focused on the screen before she got a similar look

"There's, um... there's two."

The screen was turned to face you both better as she pointed out the very close, but individual little blobs

You and Bruce stare in shock before you squeeze his hand with a soft coo

The doctor made sure to give you plenty of copies of the pictures before you left and made the next appointment

Bruce felt proud that you were giving him not one, but two children that would bind you to him for the rest of your lives

You told everyone that evening the news and they were thrilled by the prospect as well

Bruce had even signed up for a 'Baby and Me' class that meet up weekly

Of course that meant that everyone went and sat around you to retain any and all information that was being said to the class

A few of the other participants were judgemental and would whisper about how it should only be the expecting mother and father in the class

All the kids were quick to speak up and shut that down real quick with the woman who started it

"Wow Debra, that's really great advice. I'm sure your husband is proud of how outspoken you are."

"Speaking of husbands, where's your husband Debra?"

"Oh, he's working late like he always does? He must be worried about providing for you and the baby."

"I'm sure it's a very happy and loving marriage you have with him."

"But how long will it last, Debra?"

You quickly told the kids to behave while Bruce held back his smirk as the class finally began

Everyone paid attention to everything that was told, even asking questions about how to assist you through the whole process

Bruce was very proud of all his kids for being so willing to learn along with you during this stage in your life

As the weeks passed, the twins were growing healthy and making themselves known to the world

Their kicks profound enough that Bruce could sit on the other side of the couch and see the bumps they would make

He loved it most went you put headphones on your stomach while playing a small list of songs you made for the twins

"They can feel the vibrations! It is proven to be beneficial for development."

He only smiled while kissing the side of your head

Bruce had even made sure to have the baby room ready for the birth long before they were due

It did take a bit more time to keep the room neutral with the fact it was agreed to be a surprise of what you were having

But he made it work terrifically for whatever combination of twins you were carrying

With the help of Dick and Jason, of course. They refused to let Bruce try to put together the cribs and changing table that would hold their little siblings

It was always so adorable how you would go in to see the progress and coo at how everything was coming along

You of course gave an opinion on where you wanted things to go and the boys would move them without question or complaint

There was already two dressers full of baby clothes that all of them had picked out when going out shopping for any reason

Bruce adored it most that you had gotten a few maternity dresses that were elegant enough to wear to any galas he would attend

The looks that you would get from most of the people there didn't bother him

Despite the different reasons for the stares, he felt proud of the fact that everyone knew that you would always be his no matter who would try to change it

It became even better when he got a message from Alfred one day saying you had returned to the manor not long after you had went to work one day

He was worried when he finally returned that night to find you sulking in your shared room eating a bowl of fruit while wrapped in multiple blankets

Bruce hated the sight of you upset, but he hated that you seemed to be purposely hiding away the bump he was loving more every day

He sat down beside you as he waited for you to tell him what had happened at your job that morning

It took a few minutes before you finally mumbled out that you had impulsively quit your job

While he felt overjoyed, Bruce played the part of being concerned while asking what had occurred to cause it

You took another bite of your fruit while leaning in to rest your head on his shoulder

"One of the guys put his hand on the upper part of my stomach despite me telling them all not to do that. Then he asked me if... if my milk had come in."

Bruce clenched his jaw before apologizing for what happened, but gentle assured you that everything would be okay with him still providing for all of you

It took a few minutes of Bruce reassuring you that your actions were valid to preserve your self respect from the unsavory coworker you had

You gave a weak nod after a couple minutes before leaning further against for comfort

He held you to his chest while softly kissing your head and whispering affirmations to lift your spirits

That evening everyone noticed that you were feeling upset, but didn't push for an explanation so you could tell them if you felt comfortable

You gave a tired smile to the whole table while saying it was just a bad day at work and they shouldn't worry themselves

They all let you have a quiet night without arguments over anything until they went down to the cave to get ready for patrol

Bruce watched you prepare for bed with worry as you absent-mindedly went through your routine without a word

Before you could get into the bed, Bruce gently lead you over to the full length mirror he got for you that stood in one corner

He stood behind you as he rested his hands at the swell of your stomach while swaying back and forth

He placed kisses along your neck as his fingers danced over the bump while whispering against your skin

"You're such a good momma." "Doing your best for them already." "Providing me with the greatest gift."

Bruce continued with his praise as he watched the reflection until you finally cracked a smile

He carefully turned you around before connecting his lips to yours before guiding you over to the bed

He made sure you were completely settled in for the night before giving you a kiss and promising to return safely

The night had went by with only a few attempted muggings and a failed robbery of a gas station before the whole family returned

Bruce took a shower in the locker room and changed like every night so you wouldn't wake up from the noise

Bruce had tried to remain as quiet to not disturb you as he entered the room, but he saw that you were turning around under the comforter with soft whines

He thought you were just having a weird dream until you pushed up from the bed with a groan before meeting his gaze

He almost asked what was wrong as he walked towards the bed, but the words didn't need to be said with the way you bite your lip to keep back a pout

Now, you and Bruce had sex a few times since the pregnancy had started, but after you began showing he didn't want to potentially cause you any discomfort

He wouldn't deny the fact that he thought you were beautiful during the day doing any little thing

However, staring at you in the his bed with the light of the moon streaming in through the window and accentuating your features while one of the straps of your nightgown sliding of as you give him that pleading look

Bruce couldn't get in the bed quick enough after taking a moment to admire how breathtaking you were in that moment

He gently pushed you back to lay down on the mattress before lifting up the lower part of your sleepwear

He couldn't bother to remove your underwear as he pulled it to the side and immediately latched onto your clit

The startled moan you let out was a melody Bruce never wanted to forget as he passionately worked his tongue over the small nub

Wasting no time, he moved one hand to rest on your hip while the other went to prepare you

You laced your fingers in his hair the moment he pushed a finger into you for the first time in months

He slowly moved his hand as he listened to the way your breath hitched with each whine you gave before pushing a second finger in

He had only been at it for a minute before you gave a small cry and came undone by his fingers and tongue

Bruce smiled to himself as he worked you through the spasms before trailing kisses up your stomach, leaving a few attentive one underneath your breasts, until finally reaching your mouth

He didn't even give you time to protest the kiss as his abdomen pressed against you while lining up at your entrance

He made sure to go slow as he felt you shake slightly under him with your nails softly digging into his back

He kept his thrusts shallow as he pulled away to watched your expression as you let out small whines of pleasure

He moved one hand to rest on the side of your stomach as the other held your chin to keep you looking at him

He groaned at the way you tightened around him as he felt a small kick come from your lower stomach

He sweetly kissed you again before pulling away enough to speak with a smirk spread across his face

"Oh, aren't you just a beautiful momma?" "Still able to take me so well after so long." "I should just keep you like this for the rest of our lives."

Bruce gave a small laugh at the last thought as he gave one final thrust before you tightened around his cock

He almost let a small taunt out about you enjoying the idea of him already keeping you there, but just smiled as he trailed a finger over your cheek

It didn't take much longer for Bruce to find his own release with a deep groan

He waited a moment before pulling out and going to the bathroom to get a warm washcloth

He affectionately shook his head when he saw you had already fallen back to sleep with a calm grin on your face

He gently wiped the mess between you thighs away before tracing his fingers over you stomach for a a few moments

He quickly got rid of the cloth before putting on a fresh pair of boxers and slipping under the covers

Bruce moved his arms around you while laying down to get a few hours sleep himself

The next couple weeks, Bruce made sure to shower you with as much affection as he thought you deserved

You and the others simply assumed it was because you were steadily getting closer to your due date

But he did it to help build the emotional vulnerability you would ultimately go through after giving birth

He knew you would go through a strong surge of hormones that would cause you to rely on him even more

It all going to be for the best in the end because Bruce just needs you to realize how much he truly loves you and will always be there for you

What better way is there to convince someone to agree to marry you?

Bruce already had a ring picked out and the speech he would give on what each of the kids would do to be included in the wedding

He would still have you pick out all the important things that you wanted like the flowers, dress, location and every other aspect you wanted

But he had to be patient until after the twins had been born for at least a few months before asking you

But to get you to be apart of the family more than you already were? Oh, Bruce was nothing but determined.

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