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"I Can't Lose You" Part 6

Warnings: Aftermath of a miscarriage, descriptions of grief due to losing a baby, Angry Everyone, Death is mentioned, Wanting Death, Shock, Grief, PTSD Flashback, Panic, there is a parallel to a person jumping off a bridge (NOT ACTUALLY)

Pairing: Bangchan x Reader

Characters: Stray Kids, Reader

A/N: Ok if you read the above, you'll notice that anger is in the warnings. This is the first half of a chapter that had me crying as I wrote it. This is something that you all need to take into consideration... I LOVE YOU GUYS AND I AM SORRY IN ADVANCE ONCE AGAIN. My asks are always open for you guys to vent about this one.

Also remember, this is a fanfic. All of the boys are so sweet IRL.

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Previously:

He was mad at himself at those thoughts, Chris was so clearly into you so he used Bin’s insecurities against him… and it had worked. He thought about how all of this wouldn’t have happened and you and him would be happy together. That’s all he ever wanted for you. That was why he let you go in the first place. He wanted you to be happy.

After about half an hour of hushed talking, while Bin kept you relaxed, a set of footsteps walked down the hall. Just hearing them, Bin’s ears perked up. They had an authority to them, almost pompous in nature. Commanding… he knows those steps.

Now:

The minute Minho saw who it was entering the room his whole body went rigid, his hands in fists at his side as he got up and used his body to block whoever it was. He motioned for the boys to get closer to the bed. All of them standing, ready to jump.

“Just let me talk to her,” Bin’s vision started getting blurry, on the verge of blacking out with rage. He looked down to you, very unbothered by the sudden voice that assaulted the tranquility of the room. The first tranquil moment you've had in months. Months of your husband hiding and sneaking. And months of you planning and working excitedly making every detail perfect.

Bin made a split-second decision to lightly cover your ear that wasn't to his chest. Trying to prolong the inevitable.

Next up was Han as he said in a hushed tone, “she’s finally asleep. You are not coming in this room, Chris.” His tone was dark and that one sentence rolled off of his tongue like a warning.

“She’s my wife. I am going to see her whether you like it or not.” He sounded annoyed. Like this was an inconvenience. Bin did everything in the book to calm his heart, which was starting to spike at just hearing his voice.

Bin went on an internal tirade, how dare he come here? Killing your child wasn't enough? Making you so stressed out that you almost bled to death wasn't enough? Ripping your heart out and trampling it… not enough for him? NOOO let's show up when it's convenient, when no one expects it, playing the 'husband' card. When Bin knew he CLEARLY gave up that title already.

Especially when you did everything to be available for him. When he started to pull away you came to Bin and Han in tears, not knowing what to do. You love him so much that you actively went to find out what it was. Was it your weight? Did you talk too much or not enough? Did you ask for too much? Did you seem too boring? He has already been enough of a plague on your life already.

Minho giggled darkly, “You really want to die today, huh? Did you not hear Han, she’s resting. Now go away.”

“Not until I see her.” His voice raised slightly. The bite in his voice made Minho want to strangle him, to be honest. He doesn’t have any entitlement to you. Especially after what he’s done. As far as what Minho thinks, Chris was never your husband. No husband neglects their wife. No husband makes their wife lay awake at night, worried about if he had eaten or not, or if she’d even see him when she woke up.

That was enough for you to stir on Bin’s chest. Bin had to think quickly as he said "It's okay, go to sleep, Angel. I'm here," in the most delicate whisper. That was enough to knock you out again, humming against his chest.

Chris pulled back the curtain, even though Han and Minho tried their best to get him away. At that point, I.N, who was the closest to Chan, blocked him from your bedside.

“Get away from her.” He whispered, “She’s too fragile right now.”

Chris just looked at I.N. and said, “No one is keeping me from my wife, you’re lucky I even went along with it for this long. I’m not going to wake her.”

The venom in Chan's voice made the hair on Bin’s neck and arms raise. Not out of fear, no he could snap Chris in half if he was pissed off enough. His hair raised out of anger and knowing he couldn't do anything about it. The fact that Chan had the audacity to come into that room after what he did, knowing that you are fragile. That you barely made it out, and even now, you aren’t completely out. Yet there he was trying to force himself in. Like he had a right to be there, even though he was the one that caused it.

I.N looked at Han and Han signaled him to let it go.

Han knew that he was right, none of them had spousal rights. So technically Chris can kick them out, especially because she is still so weak, she can’t fend for herself or be able to sternly say ‘get out’ to her husband, not without consequences. They had no other choice.

Bin looked at Chan as he took a seat next to the bed, taking in your sleeping form. His heart was breaking at seeing how weak you looked. Your cheeks were slightly sunken in and your face was completely pale. The dark circles dominated your eyes, making your face look more like a mummy as opposed to a living breathing person. He looked at your arm with a blood bag hooked to it. When he looked up at Bin he could see that it took everything in Bin’s body not to kill him.

Bin just mouthed to him, “What the fuck are you doing here, get out.” The more that he looked at Chan the more he wanted to rip him apart. He looked well rested, smelled like he showered, hell he even did his hair. That pissed Changbin off. You’d think that he would at least look more disheveled. Given, he could see that he did look worried and sad. He didn’t look guilty.

Chris just ignored him and kept looking at you. Chris was transfixed on you. He was even more transfixed by your hold on Changbin. You looked like you were cuddling your favorite teddy bear. He remembered the last time you held him like that. Yesterday morning, when he came home to sleep for two hours, the minute the bed dipped you subconsciously reached for him, and he slightly rolled his eyes as he succumbed to his fate, smile on his face. You sighed so happily, you mumbled, ‘Mhmm missed you, love you,’ as you kissed his bare chest, and just like you’re positioned now, you were asleep. Now seeing you holding Bin like that makes jealousy more prominent in his mind.

It makes him sick to think about all of this as he plays with his wedding ring, thinking about not feeling you again, your hugs, your breath on his skin. The moans that’d he pull out of you, soothing his soul. The looks that’d make his heart stop. The giggle that’d be forced out even if you were mad. Not having the feeling of your skin on his, these thoughts make him want to die. He’s trying to actively ignore it. He’s trying to ignore the fact that he did something so disgusting, so unforgivable that he lost you. For him, it’s easier to be angry, angry and convinced that you’ll come back. That’s why he is doing what he is doing. That’s why he walked with bravado into that room.

He went to put some hair behind your ear just to have some contact and I.N’s hand flew out and wrapped his hand around his wrist. His jaw set. Bin wanted to do the exact same but it’d jolt you.

I.N. growled “No.. touching… get out of the room,” his brows furrowed, his usually soft eyes looking more like a piercing gaze.

Being the maknae, he has never challenged Chan before… At all. There’s a good reason as to why he is challenging him right now. Innah has always felt like he was awkward. He didn’t really know where he belonged in the team. Yes, he has a good voice and yes he’s good with choreography but he never really hung out with people other than Seungmin and Felix.

You being the person you are, you figured it out. He was watching one day, just seeing all of the members interacting, some of the older ones trying to bring him into the fold but it seemed ingenuine to him. Like he was the little brother that had to be included or Dad would get mad. You truly found the things that he loved interesting, really talked to him, and made him feel safe and welcomed.

There was one particularly hard night for him. Nothing went right that day and he was tired, frustrated, and needed to feel safe. He didn’t know where to go or who to go to. So he called you without knowing why. You picked up and the minute he heard your voice he started crying. You ran to his dorm. No one else was home, and of course, Chan was nowhere in sight. So you stood with him, talked, and cooked a midnight dinner with him. Got him to laugh, you both passed out on the couch after watching some anime.

After that night that no one knows about except the boys in the Danceracha house, I.N. was just like Hyunjin, except he’d do drive-by hugs, sometimes just falling on you giggling and looking for hugs and head scratches, like the fox he is. There were other times when he would just stand behind you, put his chin on the top of your head and say, “What are we doing here Y/N/N…. I am BORED” as he’d flop on you, “Let’s get Ramyeon.” You’d laugh and say, “How about this… you get through today… and Ramyeon’s on me.” He still smiles at those memories.

So of course, I.N. would fight King Kong if he had to if it meant protecting you.

Now, seeing Jeongin doing this, standing up to Chan, just to protect you, his Noona, made everyone that wasn’t Chan smile.

Chan stood up to his full height and said, “I just want to be here for her,” with a tight lip at the challenge of the maknae of his team. Chan can’t take the disrespect anymore. Even though he knows that he more than deserves to be treated like this and worse, he is still in that limbo of trying to convince himself that this didn’t actually happen or worse, that he can fix it.

Bin felt your grip tighten on him…

You said to yourself that you didn’t just hear that voice. You squeezed your eyes shut as you wiggled up a bit to bury your face into Bin's neck. You didn’t want the boys to see you cry.

The cologne you just smelled when you were on Bin's chest, that was Chan’s cologne. The voice you just heard, that was Chan’s voice. There was a war going on in your head. Do you talk to him? Can you talk to him? What do you say? What does HE have to say?

“Y/N?” Chan said as his body snapped to you. Seeing you now burrowed into Bin’s neck and chest.

It made the jealousy that he had before start to boil. That’s his wife, after all. Chan was your safety. He was the one you run to, not Changbin, of all people. Why does he fit so well next to you? Why does the feeling of you slipping away elicit anger at others, not himself? Why did he see you buried in Bin’s neck and not his own? It felt to him like someone was touching his favorite toy without permission. Why did she go to Bin for comfort and not him?

“Y/N, Baby?” He asked a little louder…

“Stop calling me that,” you responded to him, muffled by Bin’s neck as you cried in your own dark cocoon, that was what you imagined when in Bin’s neck. Surrounded by him, he’d never let anyone near close. He was your safety bubble.

Bin just moved his hand up to pet your hair back as you fought with yourself.

The only one who knew you were crying was Bin, who felt your tears on his neck. They felt like acid on his skin, he could feel the pain through them, the fear, the rejection, the grief. He hated seeing or feeling you cry. The fact that you were comfortable enough to trust him with your fragility was the only solace in this for him. He knew that no one could protect you more than he could. That’s exactly what he’s going to do, protect you.

“I’ve got you,” He whispered as he turned his face into you, trying to hide as much of your face as he could, to give you more shelter to cry in. He hated that you had to go through this. You would think that for even one second his bonehead bandmate would put his own ego aside for just one fucking day to give you the room you desperately needed. It’s not even like he could make the excuse of thinking that you are going through it alone. It’s clear that you aren’t, Bin always took care of you. Sometimes Chan thought that it was the perfect deal for himself. He was married to you, so obviously you wouldn’t betray him, and Bin was so in love with you that he’d move Heaven and Earth for you. So Chan being distracted was never the issue, Bin was always there. In his head Bin was like a Knight protecting the Queen in a chess game. The king doesn’t have to worry about the Queen.

Bin’s tone with you was gentle,“You tell me to get him out and that’s exactly what we’re going to do.” His face read danger, eyes never leaving Chris.

You really didn’t know what to do. You are at a loss really. You just got about half an hour in nearly 30+ hours of being awake. One thing you do know is that you are feeling your pain uptick at the thought of leaving Bin’s neck.

“Please, let me talk to you,” Chris pleaded with you. He tried to touch you.

Jeongin stopped him again, gripping his wrist. His grip was bruising in strength this time, “She did not say you could touch her. So you are keeping your hand to yourself. Either that or I rip it off, understand?”

Bin’s jaw was tight, if Chris made one more move, Bin was going to gently switch out with Seungmin, just to murder Chris, then switch out again so you could sleep, very simple.

“At least let me see your face, Baby,” Chris said as he yanked his hand from I.N’s grip.

Then you spoke again… your tone now carrying an authoritative air, “I told you not to call me that fucking name. I heard it enough when you were fucking her in our bed. Take that name and shove it, Chris.”

“As for seeing my face, you don’t deserve to see it after what you did to me. Neither of you deserve to see my face.”

“Give us the room,” Chan ordered. He was doing his best to keep his composure and to try to gauge how much control he lost of the group. He is very much aware of the fact that the power dynamic has changed. Chan knows that they don’t even respect him, let alone trust him. Another thing that he knows is that he would feel the same way.

He’s also embarrassed, not at what he’s done but at the fact that his members found out. The fact that he was caught with his pants down, both literally and figuratively. The fact that his members watched him do something so amoral was something that he was pissed off about. Not as much at the fact that he had no moral compass, but it was the fact that they reacted the way they did. They screamed at him, Chris, Bang Chan, their elder. They challenged his authority left and right. The fact that they’re rebelling only added fuel to the fire. He wanted, needed to get control back.

As far as he was concerned, this was all something that he could come back from. You love him, right? So obviously you’ll come back. You sunk 5 years into him, of course you’ll be back. There was far too many decent memories for you to check out now. You’re hurt, demoralized, angry, yes. However, knowing the peacekeeper you are, you’ll be back, he knows it. Why can’t they see that, why can’t they fight for him just as hard as they are fighting for you. Why can’t they get their noses out of his marriage and watch some K-Drama like they always do instead of driving a wedge further in between himself and his wife.

The frustration alone made him want to lose his composure. Everyone has their role, that is something he is an avid believer in. To you, Chan is the protector, he’s the one to chase all the bad things away, he is your husband. Changbin is your friend, nothing more. So it drove Chan crazy to see you relax in Bin’s arms.

He felt like Bin had no business in a bed with you. It being completely lost on him that he did the same thing, but worse with his wife’s best friend. Bin is not there to sexually gratify you, he is there to hold whatever’s left of you together.

Bin is trying desperately to reassure you, to look at all of your broken pieces and help you, to let you know that he won’t let Chris close enough to hurt you again.

When Chris ordered everyone to give him the room, not one person moved a muscle. All they did was look at you, waiting for an answer.

Bin whispered to you, “Do you want us to leave?” Internally he was praying that you wouldn’t want him to go. He as well as the rest of the boys don’t trust Chris as far as they can throw him.

You shook your head, “Can’t take it.” You knew that there would be no way that you could have this conversation alone, you’d be right back to square one. If you were honest there isn’t a way you can see this going well. You are still really weak. You can’t do much of anything at all yet, even needing help shifting in your own bed. Not to mention the person who did it to you is demanding an audience with you like you didn’t just go through a near-death experience and is barking orders at your boys. You couldn’t even scream at him for that.

Bin looked at the boys and said, “We aren’t going anywhere, Y/N’s orders.”

With that all of the boys had a seat, smiles on their faces as if to say try us, we dare you.

Chan’s face turned hard at that. It was worse than he thought… Not only did he lose control, he handed all of it over to you on a silver platter. Chan is an A personality type. He is very particular, one of those places he’s particular about is that he is the Alpha. He is the leader, the spearhead. So for everyone to do this, made him not only mad, but scared. He isn’t used to not being in control. That made his tone harsh as he barked,“Look, I know that you are in pain and I know that you don’t even want to see me right now, but we need to talk in private.”

Immediately I.N. bristled and took a step to him, Minho getting up and claiming the bottom half of the bed, looming on the post of it, glaring at Chan.

Felix growled, “Watch your tone, you aren’t the one calling the shots, Chris.” as he bore daggers into Chris’ forehead, standing at the ready.

You didn’t respond and Chan said something that made your blood boil,something he knew you couldn’t ignore, “It was mine too.”

It..IT?! Your heart cracked again as you left your cocoon, “IT?!” You raised your voice. You winced at the pain the movement caused. “MY child was not an IT… THEY WERE HERE CHRIS.” You grabbed your stomach, feeling your diaphragm scream at you to be quiet, your abdominals agreeing full-heartedly. “YOU gave up ANY parentage by fucking someone else when we were trying to have a baby for TWO FUCKING YEARS!”

“WHAT?!” Han exclaimed. Han started to see red, yet again… Han thought to himself, They were trying to have a baby for 2 years?!. Han looked briefly at everyone else, their faces set in the same murderous stare that resided on Han.

Meanwhile, Bin didn’t let that sink in, he was too busy noticing you started looking slightly confused and woozy. Whatever little color you had was turning more grey by the second.

“Y/N you need to breathe,” Bin tried to remind you. He tried his best to guide you back down but you weren't having it. Your anger taking control. He had a sinking feeling as his own heartrate picked up.

You thought for a few minutes and said, “I still can’t believe it, you know? It’s like last night was a horrible nightmare but, the pain, the blood… It really happened. My baby is really gone.” A stray tear ran down your face, “I don’t want to believe it. It hurts too much. But my body knows. It feels different. I don’t know what to do with that. I don’t… I can’t…”

Bin was watching your heart rate, the last time you tried to revisit this, you had to be sedated and apparently, Han is thinking the same thing. He looked at the monitors and got a bad feeling.

“I just wanted to surprise you, to show you how much I love you! To let you know that I am there for you and you repay me by emotionally cheating on me with my BEST FRIEND for a YEAR and physically cheating for two whole months?! NOW YOU WANT A PRIVATE CONVERSATION?! How is this for a private conversation.” You felt your body starting to fail again. The rage coursing through you is the only thing keeping you aware of your surroundings.

Chan went to look away, he couldn’t see you hurting this much. He couldn’t come to the realization that he did this to you. You screamed with what little energy you had , “LOOK AT ME YOU FUCKING COWARD!” as you held your stomach, trying to control the new waves of pain.

When he looked at you, you said, “Here’s a little private conversation for you. I’m granting your wish. You said to her ‘I can’t wait to leave her’... Guess what?” You gritted out, “I’m leaving you!” you started spiraling back into what happened not even a full 24 hours ago at repeating his sentence back to him. Hearing those same words in your head, seeing the blood, the reality of it once again slamming into you like it did before.

The minute that last sentence left your lips, the world slowed down for Chris. He saw everything, the wedding, the laughs you both had. Even the simple things like how whenever he got up, which was always well before you woke up; he’d stare at you, brushing your cheekbones with his knuckles. Watching your peaceful form and marveling at how effortlessly gorgeous you are. Now as he watches you, seeing the shreds of you that were left, he had a realization. He realized all at once that the person he loves and has always loved is dead. She’s dead, along with his child, because of him.

You started staring off tears freely falling, “I just want my baby… Bin, I want my baby.”

Your heart rate started climbing fast as you stared at your lap, seeing blood that wasn’t there anymore, then blinking and it disappearing, your face began to show distress, as tears started falling, and your mouth opened letting out rapid puffs of air. Bin looked at Han and yelled at him, "Get the nurses, go!" The next second Han ran out the door as the alarms went off on the monitors.

Bin looked at you and said, “Hey look at me, stay here with me, Angel.” Then he looked at Minho and said, “Clear the room. Get Chan out of her NOW!” Minho immediately started getting everyone up and out of the room as fast as possible.

Chris slowly backed up until he hit the wall,everything moving in slow motion. He looked at the monitor, seeing your ungodly fast heart rate. The fact that you could die right now from a heart attack made him want to collapse to his knees and start praying. Chris was watching how Bin handled you, tears were starting to sting in his eyes. He was shaking, feeling the gold of his wedding band as he watched a man who was so much more than he could be. How delicate he was with you. Why did I do this?

He was staring at your face, he could see it, the heartbreak. He wanted to help, to take all of it back. Flashes of memories flickered in his mind. All of the opportunities he had to be with you but chose not to. All of the times that you would try to save him from himself, even if it was as simple as reminding him to eat. He’d yell at you and tell you that he was a grown up. I’m not grown. You’d remind him to get up and stretch, to be present in the now. You always tried to connect to him, always tried to soothe him, always tried to bridge the gap he put in between the both of you. His heart felt like lead, sinking further. His voice, his legs, his body didn’t move. It was Innah who dragged him out of the room by the collar.

Bin looked back at you, “Y/N…” He could see, you were completely dissociated.

You weren’t responding to him at all, eyes glazed over as your heart rate kept climbing, you were glancing around, clearly confused. What he didn’t know is that you felt everything at once. You could hear him like he was underwater. Your vision was blurry, and you really couldn’t feel anything aside from the pain in your chest at the thought of anything, because you felt guilty.

“Angel, look at me, try to breathe for me. Come back to me.”

“They should be here, not me. My baby didn’t deserve that Binnie. I want to hold my baby!” You screamed, “I want to take them a bath, feed them, I want my Baby.”

Bin realized then that it’s the reality that’s so painful. Everything that was around you reminded you of the fact that you were living and your child wasn’t. He could see the pain on your face as he gently held your face, trying to get through to you. “I know you want to hold your baby, I want that too. I want that so badly but I can’t give you your baby, that can’t happen. No one can bring your baby back, Angel.” Tears were rolling down his face at seeing you like this. Your eyes were constantly searching as more tears fell from them, he tried to wipe the tears away as fast as they rolled down your cheeks.

Bin got behind you, caging you with his arms and chest. He pulled you flush to his chest and ran his hands up and down your arms as he slowly rocked you. He was trying to provide enough stimulation to get you back to being able to self-regulate. You were only getting worse as he watched helplessly. He tilted your head back to see you spiraling further down, “Binnie help me. I want my baby please.” You just wanted to let it consume you already.

You quaked as you wished out loud, screaming without even knowing it, “Please, just let me die, let me go, I want my Baby.” You knew it was the pain, but at this point, not having your child was worse than death. You screamed without fighting anymore. Sometimes the seconds would stretch as you screamed till no air was left to make a noise. Those sobs made you feel like your chest was in a car crusher. You couldn’t stop them no matter how hard you tried, but in your mind, there was no point in stopping them.

Changbin’s blood ran cold hearing you say that, feeling as if he got dunked in an ice bath. He choked on his own breath as he did his best to try to get his own voice to work. You may not want to be here right now, but he’s going to make sure that you make it. He looked into your eyes and they were completely dilated, you just lay on Bin’s chest as you made the decision. You were done fighting, the pain was too much. Bin felt it, he could feel the fight leave you as you went limp, crying.

He knows this feeling… this was the same feeling that he felt when you were losing consciousness. His gaze snapped to your eyes, no fight, no struggle. You looked like you were calling out to Death. You wanted it so badly. What was worse was that Death was answering, he could feel it in the room. Cold, dark, and looming.

His body went into overdrive, the shock melting into panic. He wasn’t going to let Death take you, “Han hurry up, she's slipping!” He screamed at the door. His scream didn’t sound like him. The sound akin to a bystander watching a loved one jump from a bridge. Watching the body disappear all because of one step. He couldn’t wouldn’t let you fall. He screamed as if he dove for your hand, the same hand that fits so perfectly in his, as you threatened to disappear over the ledge of that bridge.

Bin got closer to your ear, so you could hear him better, “Please don’t say that. I know it hurts, just stay with me, hold on. I’m here. Stay with me. You can’t leave me here, please.” Changbin tilted your head, so you could hear his heartbeat. Subconsciously thinking, If you go I go. He gently wrapped his arm across your breastbone, trying to provide some soothing pressure to your chest. His hand resting on your opposite arm, rubbing the meat of it in a soothing pattern. His other hand was petting your hair. The hold he had you in gave you someone to hold on to. As soon as his forearm rested you wrapped your hands around it, grabbing his hand as you dangled on the ledge.

“Binnie it hurts, pleaseee. Help me, it hurtss.” You sobbed, your voice cracking and breaking, a mirror of your soul. Bin continued to slowly rock you, “I know Angel, I know I want to take it away. Just hold on for me. Hold on to me.” He had no idea how he was able to be calm for you. A part of him knew that he needed to. He was not going to collapse so you could face all of this on your own. He refused. He needed to fight for you, and he would, for eternity if he had to.

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𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄 y. jeongin ( 양정인 )

synopsis | you really needed a new computer, but at least your boyfriend was there to ease the burden.

pairing : jeongin x fem!reader genre : drabble, fluff, est. relationship warnings : language, bit of angst word count : 0.7k authors note : this wasn't bc i couldn't get my fucking computer to stop downloading everything as pages and cried about it... no...

You shut your computer with the loudest groan you’ve ever let out. Your hands found their way into the roots of your hair as your head collided with your palms. You tugged lightly, trying in some weird attempt to get the pain inside to ease up.

“What the actual fuck,” you mumbled into thin air, “if this damn computer doesn’t work again, I’m actually going to fail this assignment.”

You had the worst—and oldest—version of a laptop you think anyone could ever have. It lagged out, stopped working and wouldn’t let you convert anything into a pdf, much less an editable copy. Of course, besides it sounding like it was going to explode while you played the sims, or acting as a make-shift heating pad when you dared open more than two tabs at a time, it had its charms… Most of them, however, were the stickers it was adorned with over the years.

You really needed a new one.

Your eyes welled, but you shut them quickly before any tears started to fall. It was frustrating having to try anything and everything to not inconvenience your professors; always trying to have the piece of hot-shit up to date so you could keep up with the deadlines. But, you weren’t sure how much more of the jumping through hoops you could do before it completely inconvenienced you.

Why couldn’t they just bring back the paper days? you thought. You could definitely find a pen or pencil somewhere in your house—maybe even a typewriter would work better.

Everything piling up in your life was getting a little overwhelming. It was mentally and physically taking a toll on you. Your shoulders had become more rounded, and your blue-light glasses were barely working anymore. You kept getting stress related headaches, and you seemed more anxious than normal.

You felt the warm touch meet the skin of your shoulders, dragging from one side to the other. “Are you okay?” The corresponding voice asked. Your so-very sweet boyfriend, of course.

You looked at him through the parted hair in your fingers, “No, it’s already past due by four days.” You groaned again, completely letting your head fall onto the closed metal. “this piece of shit, in, like what am I supposed to do now? I’m so stressed and I’m already on the verge of having a non-passing grade. This stu—”

He cut your tangent short, “Hey, baby, let’s take a deep breath.” His other hand took the opposite shoulder, thumbs digging into the knots that had formed over the last half a semester. “It’s all gonna be fine, we’ll figure something out. It’s not the end of the world, I promise.”

You turned your head to the side, visibly pouting. He moved to the base of your neck, massaging the tension away just a bit more.

“But Jeongin,” He broke away momentarily to take the bridge of your glasses between his forefinger and thumb, dragging them off and putting them aside. “If this damn computer…”

He kept at it, letting you rant about your outdated computer. At least it was closed, he thought, you needed a break anyways—late assignments or not. He knew you were tired, not having slept well the last couple days. He was the man sleeping next to you afterall. He also knew that you rarely wanted to stress him out, so you bottled it inside. The depths of the night made it obvious however, tossing and turning and sitting up to stare at the wall.

Jeongin hmphed, hearing the lightest breaths leave your parted lips. He examined closer, you had fallen asleep under the simplest of touches from him. You must have needed to relax (and lay off the caffeine) bad, he thought.

He knew you’d also probably wake up in a panic in a couple of minutes, spewing something about your schoolwork. However, he’d just take you to bed and run his hand up and down your back all night if he had to. Whatever to get you to stop overthinking—and putting everyone else first.

You were a very dedicated person to your studies, but even the smartest person in the world needed a break once and a while.

And maybe a new computer…

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cultofdixon · 1 year ago

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No need to be embarrassed, hun

Daryl Dixon | Carol Peletier [PLATONIC] • She/Her Pronouns • It’s natural! It happens! People who say it’s disgusting in ill intent deserve to fall off a bridge—-Daryl and Carol have your back • SFW • TW: Periods / Blood

Requested by: Anon

“You’ve seen the kid?”

“No, not for a couple hours…you think—-“

“If you jump the gun, I will and then the Spencer guy will be dead”

Carol immediately gave the archer a concerned look. “Why would he be dead? He’s too old for her. She’s close to Carl’s age!”

“He’s a fuckin’ creep and freaks me out. He could literally breathe in the same room as my kid and he’d dead meat” Daryl scoffs bringing himself to go check the room Y/N has taken up in Carol’s house.

“I’m not gonna warn Deanna of your potential murder!” Carol chimes in one last time before checking the oven for the cookies she’s making.

But before Daryl could even check the upstairs bedrooms he watches Y/N anxiously come down the stairs.

“You okay pumpkin?” His voice instantly riddled with worry which triggered Carol to make herself present beside the archer.

Y/N shook her head as she held her stomach looking at the two on the verge of tears.

“is it just us…?” Y/N anxiously asks watching both of them nod as Carol slowly approaches her which made her start sobbing. “I don’t know what’s happening…”

“Oh hun” Carol frowns wrapping her arms around her, holding her until she felt better as Daryl brought himself over rubbing circles on her back to soothe her before noticing the few jackets wrapped around her waist.

“Y/N, are you alright?” Daryl asks wanting her to explain what’s going on before he jumps to his scary conclusions that his mind has at the ready. “You cold? Or coming down with a cold?” He made it obvious to Carol that Y/N was wrapped with a few jackets as she instantly understood.

“Hun. Did you start your period?” Carol kept a soft tone the entire time she said such watching Y/N start balling as she nods her head but she was still a bit confused on the matter. “You never…?”

“N-No…a-and now I have no mom to h-help me…I’m scared…I-I….”

“You’ve got me. I’m right here” Carol reassures with a smile brushing the hair out of the way of Y/N’s face, tucking the strand behind her ear.

“Phew…least yea ain’t bit or nothin’” Daryl states suddenly watching Y/N’s face turn mortified as Carol rolls her eyes.

“I’m gonna run yea a bath, then once yer in. I’m gonna make Daryl get everything you need. Okay? We’ll take it slow” Carol reassures wrapping her arm around Y/N’s shoulders directing her upstairs. “We’re here for you, sweetheart”

After getting the bath ready and Y/N situated, Carol met with Daryl in the kitchen writing down everything she’ll need from the pantry—if they have it.

“Yea sure you don’t wanna get this stuff?”

“Are you equipped to help Y/N in this moment without these items?” Carol question with a smile watching Daryl read the list and already look dumbfounded. “That’s what I thought. And if Olivia questions you? Ignore her. Y/N needs all these things. And Denise? Lovely girl in the infirmary, you can get pain killers from her”

“Pain killers? How fucking bad is this?!” Daryl started to sound like a panicked father who’s never dealt with this before. And he is. Y/N is like a daughter to both him and Carol.

“I’ll go into details later if you really wanna fucking know. But go!” Carol shooed him away before getting a pot of water on the stove.

In the old world there are two types of girl dads.

One dad knows exactly what he is looking for because there’s an isle for the item and if he really needs help. He’ll ask for it.

The other dad. Will get the wrong thing because he doesn’t want to stay in the women hygiene isle for too long. Or—he will get multiple options when he was instructed and shown which one to get before leaving for the store.

Daryl is dead center. He knows what is asked of him to get, but still looked clueless looking at the options they had given it’s the apocalypse and the pantry will have limited options.

“Daryl…?” Olivia questions his presence as he instantly tensed holding all of Carol’s list in his grasp minus the main product he needed. “…why are you looking at pads and tampons?”

“Mind yer business” Daryl glared taking one of each and stepping out of the pantry immediately after. Leaving Olivia extremely confused before charting what he took given his list was discarded on the rack.

Carol watches Daryl spill all the products onto the kitchen counter as she grabs what she needed in the moment. The pads, pain killers, and the hot water pouch to pour the hot water in.

“You gonna tell me now?”

“Gonna tell you now?” Carol laughs a bit. “Let me take care of our girl and then you can ask all the weird ass questions you want”

“They ain’t weird!”

“Really? Once I tell you that women shed, and only that with no explanation? You’ll come up with weird questions” Carol smirks watching Daryl’s expression go from neutral to horrified.

Snakes? Daryl thought as Carol made her way upstairs. No…that ain’t. What the fuck he rest his head in his hand leaning against the kitchen counter.

“Y/N? You okay in there?” Carol knocks on the bathroom door hearing the girl say ‘come in’ giving her pets mission to open the door. “How are you feeling?”

“Gross…” Y/N frowns sitting on the edge of the tub wrapped in the darkest towel they’ve got.

“That’s normal.” Carol reassures handing her the box of pads seeing her confusion grow a bit. “It’s simple and again, a normal thing to go through. If it makes you feel any better I think I broke Daryl’s brain about the subject” she smiles when that got a laugh out of the girl to ease a bit of the awkwardness.

After Carol explained how to use the product before letting her get situated alone. Then once Y/N was situated back in her bedroom still uncomfortable but at least she had the hot water pack against her abdomen. It helped a bit. But being in the fetal position back under her blankets felt a lot better. Maybe the pain killers help a bit.

“You feelin’ better kiddo?” Daryl asks checking in after Carol didn’t come back down stairs after an hour.

“Meh” Y/N sighs curling up a bit more with Carol laying beside her propped up against the headboard rubbing circles on her back.

“Least yea ain’t a snake” Daryl refers to the shedding comment early as Y/N raises herself a bit to give him a confused look before giving the same expression to Carol watching her shake her head in a sense of ‘we’ve lost him’. “Brought some of Carol’s cookies for yea”

“Now where did you find where I hid those?”

“Better me then the little brat” Daryl scoffs handing the plate to Y/N once she brought herself to sit up resting it in her lap. “He always takes the goods”

“Are you seriously trying to fight another son in the community? One that is a child?” Carol tried hard not to laugh as Y/N mid bite looked at Daryl for an answer watching him take one of the cookies from the plate.

“I can push the kid in a bush and call it a day. The Deanna son? Gotta knock his lights out for him to shut up for once” Daryl took a bite of his cookie, hiding his smile when Y/N laughed at his words.

“Now hun, violence is—“

“—sometimes—“

“NEVER—the answer” Carol glares playfully at Daryl who always tends to shrug for his responses.

A few hours passed and Y/N got the hang of using the products given to her. Even if she made the choice to wait on tampons until she got used to this monthly virtue. She put everything given to her under the sink of the communal bathroom in the house before taking the now cold water jug downstairs with her to see if Carol would help her boil water for it.

Carol was situated on the porch swing putting out her cigarette at the right moment Y/N stepped out. “Hey hun”

“Hey Uhm…you think you can help me with this?” She held up the jug sheepishly as Carol reassures her with a smile.

“I’m happy to. You still feeling as bad as you were this morning?”

“No…feeling a bit better. The cramps are still bad” Y/N frowns bringing herself to sit with Carol for a moment as she instinctively wrapped her arm around the young one’s shoulders.

“It’ll be like that the first few days. Then it’ll get better. Meaning not as painful and you’d feel like yourself again” Carol smiles watching the teen rest her head on her shoulder. “It only lasts a week and if it gets too bad, no one is going to judge you if you want to stay in bed. And if they do. We both know Daryl is getting antsy to punch someone” She jokes smiling even more when Y/N laughed.

Her laughter faded along with her smile as she thought about it. “You sure I won’t get judged for staying in bed?”

“I bet you a million dollars, or the equivalent to such in the apocalypse, that our favorite archer would rather spend all day in bed if he could”

“Damn straight” Daryl makes his presence known looking at the soft display as he smiles to such before showing what he caught outside the walls. “Found this guy outside the walls” he presented the possum to both of them watching their faces turn into disgust. “You look like that now, but y’all like my cooking”

The two looked at each other watching Daryl head inside to prepare the meat.

“I mean. Food is food”

“Exactly”

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finniestoncrane · 2 years ago

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Sins of the Father

Dano!Riddler x GN!Reader, word count: 4k commission: you're held hostage by the riddler in a bid to bribe your father and bring his nasty crimes against gotham's needy to light 🐀💚 commission me here! kinks are so multi-faceted. it's fine if this is interesting/arousing/scary/healing for you! you're normal, and you're completely valid 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: exhibitionism kinda, noncon, dubcon, threats, crying, ransom, hostage, restraints, kidnapping, threats

“Please, daddy! He says he’ll let me go if you give him the money… not your money though, he says it’s not your money. The funds for the hospital? Is he telling the truth daddy? Did you steal money from those kids? I’m so scared, daddy! Please, please, I need you to-” The video stopped, your tear stained face, cheeks red and raw from where the duct tape was torn from them, the haunting still that was left on the screen. The GCPD officers hung their heads around the table, awkwardly shuffling, uncomfortable with the contents of the disc that had been mailed to them that morning. “He’s denied everything. Not even willing to 'fess up to save his daughter. So until we find out anything else about the money from our own investigation, there's no point in asking him.” “Yes, sir.” Detective Jim Gordon pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing before he spoke. "But we know that's his motive. We know there's a trail. Anyone else involved in this scam, we have to be getting them into protective custody. Who knows who his next target is! It could be anyone in this city." "Yes, sir." The officers spoke in unison, making their way to the door before they were called back. “Hey, hang on. There’s more.” Gordon pulled another disk out from the file in front of him. “He’s sent us another one.”

You tried to move your wrists, even millimetres apart from the arms of the chair you were taped to, but it was no use. Your ankles were the same. And while you had wasted a huge amount of time, exerted most of your energy, for the past three hours trying to loosen the restraints, you now realised it was futile.

No moisture left to form tears, you still sobbed, whining almost. Screaming into the gag as he came back into the apartment, stepping closer to you. With a gloved hand, he stroked your cheek, shushing you. And when you didn’t stop, he brought out his little switch knife, holding it close to you as you managed to squeeze out a few more pathetic tears.

“Do you think your daddy got the message?”

A few moments of consideration, and then you nodded, unsure if it was the right answer. It wasn’t.

He laughed, maniacal, growing in volume until it was verging on a scream, at which point he stood up, jumping, shouting around the room as he paced.

“No, no, no, no, no, noooooooo, NO! No he didn’t! Of course he didn’t. Those people never do!”

He softened his voice as he grew close to you again, crouched back down, eye-level, and maintaining the gaze without blinking.

“Honestly, you’re better off here with me.”

The Riddler, clad in his costume, hands coated in leather, no fingerprints on your body yet, stroked at your cheek once more, holding your face between his hands.

“I’ll keep you safe. As long as you’re worth something to me. Can you be worth something?”

You nodded, instantaneously this time, desperate to keep yourself safe no matter what.

“Good… let’s see how true that is then.”

He left you sitting there in suspense, his back turned to you as he sat at his desk. Home, fresh from the kill no doubt, the faint scent of blood on his gloves still lingering in your nostrils. Before even letting himself breathe, giving his skin a moment of reprieve from the mask and the jacket and the gloves, you could see he was in the process of loading up his laptop. As the screen flickered to life, the rest of the room now seeming even darker that it did before in the pale, dim, yellow light, you watched him clicking and typing, calm, precise.

He fiddled with the camera that balanced on the top of the screen, angling it until he felt it was just right, clicked once more, and then leaned back in his chair. The relentless pinging sounds of people tuning in began, their messages filling the chat. You wondered if they knew. About you, your father, the video he had made you record. Had the GCPD released a statement? Was your father pleading for your safe return? Did he really steal that money from the funds for the new children’s hospital? Everything was up in the air, completely unknowable. Your entire existence, boiled down to cliché questions of a procedural drama. Your future, even your present, a riddle.

Twitching at his voice, you looked up, staring at the back of him, as he began speaking to the viewers.

“Hello, everyone. I have some unfortunate news to share with you all. At present, the GCPD are currently coming to grips with the news that their city is completely plagued by corruption, far worse than they ever thought. Or, did they know all along? We’ll have to see how many of the little piggies will be added to our list, won’t we?”

The relentless pinging of accolades, hearts, likes, shared joy at the notion of murder and revenge filled the room. You stared at the floor, trying to will your ears to close, to not have to hear the insanity in the echo chamber. You were interrupted in your efforts though as he began moving, lifting the little camera and heading over to you.

You tried to shield your face, but he gripped your cheeks, harsh, immense strength behind the hold he had on you, and turned your face towards the little blinking lens.

“Do you recognise her?”

The pinging, insane, no doubt filled with people who indeed recognised a Gotham socialite, finally getting what she supposedly, at least to them, deserved. He stroked at your cheek, the leather-clad fingers of his right hand ghosting over the tear stained skin, trailing down your neck and toying with the collar of your shirt.

“Perhaps you might recognise her if we revealed a little bit more?”

A maniacal giggle filled the room, but he managed to choke it back quickly to resume his one-sided conversation with the viewers.

“Yep! That’s right! And wait until you hear what her daddy has been up to! Such a shameful, disgusting man.”

He let you go, almost throwing your face to the side roughly as he went back to the desk, sitting down and almost gleefully exposing the heart-breaking details behind your father’s misdeeds. It was hard not to believe him. He’d done his research. He seemed to know everything, inside and out. Every tiny little fact and figure. And of course, the crowd went wild.

The Riddler finished up his preaching, his words sharp, cutting, painful to listen to. You weren’t sure if that was the reason that you were sobbing uncontrollably. It was either that, or the sudden realisation that your father was a bad man. That the Riddler was right. Gotham’s elite were corrupt, all of them. And now, you were to sit here and wait for your fate to be revealed to you, paying for the sins of your father, a punishment you didn’t deserve but were going to get either way.

“So, if there’s one thing I can get you to help me with, it would be to put pressure on the GCPD to release the ransom video. Let them know that you know it exists. Let them know that we know what this little dolly’s daddy gets up to. We want to see the evidence I sent them, we want to see the city get tired, grow restless in the wake of these revelations.”

His voice was now raised to the point of screaming. He took a deep breath, shaky, as though he was actually nervous underneath the mask. Stepping back over to you, he crouched by the chair, pressing his cheek to yours.

“Ok, say goodbye to everyone now! We have another video to record.”

He waved fanatically to the camera in his hand before he clicked it off, making his way back over to the desk to close the laptop. With his phone in hand, he approached you once more, seeming to tower over you.

“Detective Gordon? Are you alright, sir?” Jim blinked, refocusing his eyes on the room, the officers who were waiting patiently for his instruction, the screen which was black. “Sorry, Officer Barnes. Press play.” Flickering slightly, the screen started playing the second video they had received that day. Same girl, same chair, same room. You looked tired though, more so than before. And your face was redder, eyes watering, bloodshot completely. You stared straight into the camera, sobbing past the duct tape that was over your lips. And then he made his appearance, stepping into frame from the left-hand side. “Hello! I hope you’re paying attention this time, friends. Because the response to the last video has made me quite angry.” His tone was playful, cheerful almost. There was a distinct note of cruelty behind it though, one that was far more threatening when preceded by the giggling and lilting speech pattern. And just underneath it all was your chorus of light weeping. “So, have any thoughts? It would be wonderful if you could share them with me, and the citizens of Gotham. Surely they deserve to know what their city officials are doing about this criminal? No? Or are they not doing anything at all? What a puzzle! Perhaps, it might show you how serious I am if we damage the bargaining goods a little?” You let out a loud wail, choking on your sobs. The Riddler turned to you, gripping the hair on top of your head at the scalp, shaking you a little, forcing you to look into the camera. “OH! You’ve interrupted me! Apologise to the nice policeman, who will be watching with bated breath to hear the end of my sentence!” Between your sobs, you managed a muffled sound that could have been an apology, and he nodded along, letting your hair go. He sighed deeply, exaggeratedly, facing you to shake his head to show his disappointment, before turning back to the camera as he tutted. “Apologies, not much of a good player, is she? I had better expectations for a hostage. Anyway! Maybe we’ll give this a reshoot, or better yet, maybe our next video will contain some more… unsavoury things being caught on camera… to really heighten the tension! Bye!” The officers who had been watching in silence turned to Gordon for their next instructions, looking to him for guidance, reassurance, or just something to take the awful taste form their mouth that the video had left. But they found him, eyes turned down to the table, head in his hands. “And we still have no idea where he is. Or how he’s getting these videos into the precinct. One of our own must be working with him, or something. I have no idea! But we need to find this freak.” “Yes, sir!” The collective cry, a weak attempt at rallying themselves, before they left the room left Gordon with no optimism that this might be resolved before he had to witness something far more cruel and disgusting. He looked up at the screen, the final frame still shining out from it. The Riddler, masked, but it was strangely obvious he was smiling. And you, staring straight into the lens, silently begging, praying, hoping, that someone was coming to rescue you. Anyone. Gordon stood up from his chair and made his way out of the briefing room, ignoring the calls of his name from officers who had questions, who needed some help, some clue about what they should do next. Heading for the roof, he let his fingers hover over the switch for the light they had installed recently. But he let his hand fall. It wasn’t that bad yet. Calling on him would only signal panic. And that’s what the Riddler wanted. They could do this themselves, they could save you. And if they couldn’t, then maybe they deserved to fall with the rest of Gotham.

The Riddler stood beside you, holding a cup of water in his hand. The glass was filthy, the water looked unsanitary, but you drank it anyway, grateful for this one display of kindness you had been shown since you had woken up in his company.

Beyond him, you looked to the camera, the red blinking light flashing. It was on. The stream wasn’t open, or at least it was silent. But he was recording. And as you wondered what he could possibly be recording for, you felt cold droplets of water splashing on you.

His hand trembled as you sipped, spilling drops of the water down your cheek and onto your lap. With his glove hand, he made a move to dab at it, to rub it in, fingers tensing around your thighs until he looked up, meeting your gaze, his pupils contracting behind the lenses of his clear glasses.

“You’re so pretty. Do you realise how pretty you are?”

He scoffed, incredulous laughter following it, trailing into a feverish little chuckle at a joke only he knew.

“Of course you do! But how much has that helped you in life, do you think? Was it more the good looks, or the money? Which one got you as far as you’ve been? Or was it both, equally?”

Kneeling in front of you, as though he were praying at some altar he had made of you, he rested his head on your thighs, sighing softly.

“I’m not pretty. I’m not ugly, but I’m not pretty. And I definitely don’t have money. I never have. No opportunities for me, and the ones I had were snatched away from me by the cruel, greedy hands of people like your father. And yet, look at this!”

He lifted his head up, looking into your eyes once again, intense stare giving way to what you could only assume was a smile by the way his cheeks rose within the mask, and his eyes glinted.

“We’re both in the same place! In fact, you’re not! We’re not equals in here either, because you are completely at my mercy.”

Removing his gloves first, he reached for your cheek, the cold of his hand striking against your warm and flushed cheeks, red with the heat of fear.

“I’m sorry. I think I’d like to spoil you. Ruin something of your father’s, since he ruined something that didn’t belong to him.”

He let his thumb fall to your lip and you flinched, but he kept at it, stroking it over and over, teasing it down to expose your teeth before tracing down your chin, over your jawline, to your neck. From there, he walked his fingers down the front of your breast bone. When he reached the buttons on your blouse, he began to undo them, slowly, the speed only making it more unbearable, more terrifying.

As more of your skin was exposed to the cool of the room, you held back your tears and your gasps, determined to remain stoic, strong, in the face of the danger that now gently brushing his fingertips over the top of your breasts. You refused to give him a reaction, to give him what you suspected he might want. But you feared that you might have read him wrong, as he continued unbothered.

With a shuddering exhale, he pulled your shirt to the side, your breasts now completely exposed to him. With his finger pointing out, he moved towards your hardened nipple, circling it, before gripping it gently between his finger and thumb, squeezing at it and gasping as your chest hitched up a little. At what he assumed was an invitation for more he allowed himself to cup your breast entirely, his face falling to your chest, nuzzling into you as he kneaded your flesh, thumb flicking over your nipple as he groped at you.

You tried to control the natural responses that swelled inside of you, but you let out a small noise, a mewling sound, almost a whisper. But he heard it.

Leaning back from you, he placed his hands on your knees, letting his palms push up your thigh, shifting the fabric of your skirt up, your underwear on display. Leaning in, he took a deep breath at your sex, settling back down on his heels and bring his hands to your inner thighs, spreading them apart. You tried to force them closed, but he was stronger than you, his movements becoming aggressive at your insubordination. So much so that you decided it was better, easier, less risky, to be a passive victim than play the defiant hero.

“That’s it, a good little doll, make it easy to play with you.”

With his finger out, he let it stroke up the front of your panties, the fabric pressing between and outlining your folds. He reached the top, pressing harder where he assumed your clit was, the sensation of the touch making you squirm. It wasn’t unpleasant, but you hated yourself for even thinking that. Still though, your body’s reactions gave way to the lie you were trying to force up to the surface. And as he stroked his fingers up and down, you could feel your slick collecting, lips swelling and warming under his touch.

“You must like this. Do you like it?”

You didn’t respond, you kept silent, lips pressed tightly closed behind the duct tape as your eyes began to sting with fresh tears that collected and pooled before trickling down.

“Do you like me?”

There was a gut-churning vulnerability behind the question, and you sobbed louder, muffled by the tape.

“Do you like me!?”

You nodded frantically, screaming behind your gag as the sudden shift in tone and volume. Standing up, he moved to your side, holding your chin in one hand while he undid his belt with the other, undoing the button and zip of his pants and letting them fall slightly as he reached under the band of his underwear. Releasing his cock, he let it bob in the air slightly, pulling your face towards it, your eyes pressing shut as you saw it, crying louder, tears fat and warm on your cheeks. He ripped the duct tape from your mouth, the pain sharp and hot.

“Sh, sh, sh. Open your eyes, just do this for me. Please?”

He requested it as though you had a choice. As though his hands weren’t gripping your cheeks tighter and tighter the longer it took for you to obey his command. You opened your eyes, his thumb slipping between your lips and parting them, pressing down on your teeth to lower your jaw. With his other hand, he pumped at his cock, slow, long movements, teasing the foreskin over his flushed and glistening head, holding it firm as he angled it to your open, awaiting mouth. No risks here. You were smarter than that. You would do as you were told and you would do an adequate job.

“Suck it… please, please do that for me?”

You did as he asked, letting your lips close around his mouth as you hollowed your cheeks, the taste of him, of your tears that travelled to your lips, salty and bitter.

“I like this. I’m thankful for your touch. But you know what?”

He grabbed at the back of your head, forcing himself further into your mouth, the sudden sensation of him filling you completely causing you to gage and choke before you relaxed around him.

“You’re disgusting for letting me do this to you. You think you can use sex and money and your good looks to get you what you want?”

The sound of his palm meeting your cheek cracked around the room.

“It’s not that fucking easy.”

His grip was tight, and he jutted his hips forward as he held your head still for him, fucking your face, his head slamming at the back of your throat.

“You don’t get to escape! You don’t get what you want! No one does in this city! No one except for the bad guys!”

He groaned, one final grunt sending his seed down your throat, a small trail of it landing on your tongue as he removed himself, not allowing you a moment to breathe before he covered your mouth with the duct tape again, leaning forward and kissing at your now hidden lips, his own still behind the mask.

“But that’s fine, because according to the police and the press, I am a bad guy. So finally, I get what I want.”

Your father sat at the table in the briefing room, legs nervously bouncing, sweat on his brow. Truthfully, if he cared to look within himself deeply enough for any semblance of honesty, he would have to admit that the stress was caused by giving away the money. That the nerves were for himself. That the tears he had cried in the police car on the way here were out of fear of his own imprisonment, the consequences of his actions on himself, more than on you. But on the surface, he knew it was wise to maintain the façade of the grieving father. It might play better to the press, to the judges, and to the officers, who watched him from the corners of their eyes as Detective Gordon entered the room. “Apologies, sir, we’ve only just now located the disc.” “About time, I could have your badge for making me wait! That’s my daughter with that maniac! You wouldn’t let me broker an agreement with him, more than happy to let me package up my money for-” “It’s not your money though, is it, sir?” Gordon’s face was still, neutral, as best as he could hold in the face of such a poignant example of the true corruption that lay beyond his reach as Detective. “Don’t get wise, Gordon. It doesn’t suit you. Besides, do you know how far this reaches? I could turn in a couple partners, some guys I know who are in on this… in exchange for maybe a lighter sentence…” “How about we rescue your daughter first, get the locations of her whereabout from this video… then we’ll see what kind of punishment you deserve.” Furious, and barely managing to contain the rage, Gordon nodded to the officer who had loaded the disk into the computer. He pressed play, and the screen lit up. “Hello again, officers! And hopefully, the father of my sweet little victim here! It’s a pleasure to speak with you all again.” The Riddler was ever cheerful, almost giddy. He raised his hands from the bottom of the screen, displaying to all in the room that your hand was clasped firmly in his. “Thank you for the money! It’ll serve well for the rest of my work. It’s tiring, and thankless so far. But it’ll all be worth it.” You were staring into the camera, eyes wide, frantic, your skin pale. “Unfortunately, though… for you more than me, I suppose, you won’t be getting anything in return for it. I’ve grown quite fond of my little captive here, and I think we might be in love!” He let out a squeal, tightening his grip on your hand, the video capturing the tears that fell from your eyes and down your cheeks, over the duct tape that held your mouth shut, quiet. “I’m not going to give her back. You don’t deserve her. But you do deserve what is coming to you. You all do. And I might just have another video for you, but that’s really just to show everyone what a good girl she’s been for me.” The video ended, and Gordon turned to your father who was sitting speechless, furrowing his brow in rage more than worry or sadness. Without speaking another word, Gordon left him in the care of the officers, who placed the handcuffs on him once more and led him to the holding cells. As Detective Gordon made his way to the roof, he could hear your father’s shouts echoing through the building. It was probably time to flick the switch. Call in backup.

#tw noncon #reblog #finnie writes #riddler smut #fanfic #the riddler fanfic #riddler fanfic #riddler x reader #riddler x you #ridler scenario #dano riddler #dano!riddler #edward nashton #the riddler fanfiction #the riddler #paul dano #danonation #cw kidnapping #cw violence

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medicdoodles · 1 year ago

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I'll be honest and say I haven't picked up Siege since the first season so I'm making up the rest of it.

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This takes place after Ratchet is taken on the Arc.

He's scared.

This is the first time since they promise each other that Ratchet hasn't picked up. Even in calls where the two of them cannot speak with other they would always answer. His spark drops, as the call rings for longer and longer. It sinks as it went disconnected, there was only one reason for that to happen.

Not another moment to waste as Deadlock pulls the Ground bridge and teleports to the base. The air was different, instead of the steady pace of healing, there was a pit dropping tension.

"The Autobots took Ratchet." One of the bots tells him as he tears into the door, that would have been his office. There was nothing in that room, not even the familiar vision of Ratchet pass out with the lights on.

"Why? Did they threaten him?"

"The Prime came in and asked for Ratchet to help them."

"He complied with them. Impactor went to protect him. We haven't heard anything since." Deadlock tries to track him down. Checking the last known locations and seeing if anyone else had access to either mechs.

He makes it all the way to an empty spot, miles away. On the ground has Impactor's comm, the way it was removed

was sloppy. Some of the tubbing was also dented from it having been thrown to the ground. This was amateur work, and he knew this couldn't be his Ratchet's doing.

He hears someone approach him, they're moving to start their blaster. "I wouldn't if I were you." Deadlock then point his weapon towards the intruder.

"Deadlock..." His opponent walks into the open, it is Eltia One. "Here to finsh off the rest of us off." The first thing he can see her the intent to kill, but the way her gun dips in and out of position. How her arm is still glowing, and the straches on her paint job could only be made from a powerful engine.

"I won't shoot unless you do first." Deadlock lowers his gun to back up his words. "But maybe I can do something about that injured arm."

"Why?" She grips her arm, trying to hide her injury. "Sorry to say but the big bad Decepticon Deadlock, doesn't seem like the kind of mech to help bots."

Still keeping her distance as Deadlock moves towards her, but still picks up the comm on the floor. He catches her looking at it with both disgust and shame. "Maybe not but mechs can change right?"

"Ha I believe it." Elita One brings her gun down and lets him approach. "Maybe if I knew a motivate."

Deadlock pulls out the first aid kit that Ratchet had given him and pours coolant on her arm. "Who knows...", he backs off. "Ratchet has a way of changing people hearts."

"Ratchet?" She looks at him with destain and disbelief. "I keep hearing about him all day. How does he do what Optimus can't?"

"I don't know the Prime, but all I've seen him do is speak fancy words." Deadlock then pulls out the soldering iron and electrical tape. "Sure they can bring you hope, but without any action they only make resentment."

"So... how did he get you to change?"

"Maybe it was because-"

Deep down inside, I've always wondered what it'd be like to feel warmth and kindness.

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Sitting in the Medbay cleaning up after everything was hard. Ratchet was at the verge of just breaking down and jumping ship, but there were injured mechs who need his help.

That's when the worse bot to see walks in. Wheeljack has two cubes and makes his way towards him. The lack of color in his headlights tells him everything he knows, regret.

"Thanks, now please let me be."

"Ratchet I-"

"Wheeljack I don't to talk about, and to be honest with you I can't be bothered with an apology."

"What about a eulogy then. For the mechs we lost." The sit in the dark and continue to take small sips both for respect of the patients and the dead. For the first time in a long time Ratchet wasn't a symbol or a idol he simply was a bot, and for that he thanks Wheeljack when they're done.

Would you be willing to lead my wondering soul to salvation?

Yes

>No

"What do you even mean? You've done more for mechs than any of us have."

"Maybe... but I also help kill so many. I don't think I can ever repent for it." Ratchet just looks foward, staring at the wall of the ship. It a tragedy really, he spent so much time fixing bots, trying to make up for the horrors his research had done. Now he's back to where he started.

What was I thinking? Even the devil himself wouldn't have that kind of power.

How can he go back to his group. What would they think of him. Ratchet sinks down to the floor, what would Deadlock think of him. Would ever get to see him again?

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After years they finally found each other, seeing Deadlock just approaching him when he lands back on Cybertron, frightened him. What can he say after they've both left without a word.

"Ratchet." Deadlock walks up to him. All of that signature swag and bluster put to the side, replaced with a more sincere shyness. "I'm glad you made it back in one peice. When I heard you went the the Autobots I was afraid they wouldn't be able to protect you."

"Deadlock..." his hands hover to his side. Ratchet wants to reach forward, to link their touch together, to comfort the mech but how could he. "I'm glad you're okay..."

"Likewise..." Deadlock is distracted, circling around his frame looking for something. "Hey!" The bot stops to look at Wheeljack as he tries to slip away. "Thanks for looking out for Ratchet. You might have let him stay in his thoughts for to long, but still."

"Heh." Ratchet turns back to look at Wheeljack, for the first time since they've reunited and sees relief on his face. "Well, I'd like to see you do better."

Deadlock grabs his shoulder and pulls them together. "Have you tried 'facing? Works wonders to keep his mind from over working." To his surprise, Deadlock kisses the side of his helm. Ratchet couldn't believe, after all this time Deadlock still wants to he tender with him. "Me and the bots back at base use it all the time."

Wheeljack is left speechless, optics wide and the lights on the side of his helm flick on and off as if they were spurting. It was a blast from the past, and so nostalgic that ot made him laugh. Ratchet laughs so hard that he can feel the tears in his eyes fall with no restain

Would you be willing to lead my wondering soul to salvation?

"Wow doc," Deadlock moves to stand in front of him, Wheeljack follows suit. "I've never seen you laugh before." Ratchet looks up trying but failing to glare ag him. "You should do it more often. It suits you."

"Yeah..." Wheeljack finally speaks. "It does. Should have seen him back at the academy. He was known as the Party Ambulance."

Would you be willing to lead my wondering soul to salvation?

>Yes

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#transformers #transformers siege #ratchet #Deadlock #ratchlock day #ratchlock #fanfic #maccadam #siege Ratchet

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blu-inked-life · 2 years ago

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The Necromancer

I was the first of the team to arrive at the house. At a glance there was nothing special about it. It was old. None of the cutting edge magic or tech to be seen. My teammates would doubtlessly mock it, but I found it charming. It reminded me a little of the house I grew up in.

No, there was no time for that. I pushed away the memories and into the house before the past could distract me. Being the only one here had its perks, I could easily slip in without the suspect knowing. If Necromancers were really as dangerous as they believed surprise was the best route. Doing so would undoubtedly get me an earful from Superior Mal later, but let him be mad. What could he do? Fire me? From a job I couldn't say no to to begin with? Oh. The horror.

In the darkened living room there was evidence that this house had been loved and lived in for ages. Worn carpets. Pictures dotted on the walls. Furniture that sagged some in the middle but looked no less comfortable. It was smaller than the enormous Victorian house I grew up in, but I got the feeling that wasn’t a problem for whoever lived here.

Upstairs I heard movement and without making a sound I crept toward the stairs. The sounds didn't stop as I moved toward them, making it painfully clear they had no idea I was here. I was already feeling uneasy from what I had seen in the rest of the house, but the sight of someone maybe a little younger than me stuffing things into a bag did not help. I leaned against the open doorframe.

"Don't worry about packing clothes, I hear they'll provide you with some," I called to him. He spun around, the bag flying away in his clumsiness. He braced himself against what I now realized was a bed, eyes wide and chest heaving with fear. Sweet devils.

I was right in guessing he was about my age or a little younger, but the raw fear in his eyes spoke of something so pure he could have been a child. A mop of brown hair topped his head and he had brown eyes. I could feel the magic coming off of him and knew that there'd been no mistake about his identity. He was most definitely a necromancer. The mistake was that he was also certainly not evil or twisted.

In a way... he was me. A more openly terrified version of me. Necromancy wasn't something he'd studied to learn. It was something he'd inherited against his will.

"Please! I've never resurrected a human! I'm not evil! You must believe me!" He looked on the verge of tears. A cat leapt to his shoulder, tail twisting and swaying as it watched me. It had bright jade eyes and the same magical energy resonated from it as with its master.

Animals. He resurrected animals. Now I wanted to cry. This was not a criminal. This was a victim. I heard footsteps downstairs and knew time was up. Without thinking I raised my hand and blasted a ball of energy at the window, shattering it and tearing away some of the wall around it.

"Go!" I urged him in a harsh whisper when he only stared at me with confused doe eyes. "Stay out of view. Head for the forest and lay low until things die down." I was pushing him now. He spared one last look at me. Footsteps on the stairs. The gratitude in his eyes mirrored in the cat's before he jumped, clumsily landing in the soft grass below.

He slipped into the shadows just as the rest of the team burst through the door. I fixed an angry look on my face that needed less acting when Superior Mal yanked my arm so I was facing him.

"Why did you go in alone?" He demanded. I yanked my arm back.

"Careful Superior, it might sound like you were worried about me," I snapped. In truth I wasn't totally upset with him. I was upset at this whole warped definition if good and bad. I was upset I couldn't do more for the boy. The Superior sighed a groan, massaging the bridge of his nose.

"What happened here?"

"Isn't it obvious?" I gestured to the blown open wall. "He managed to escape."

Superior Mal studied the wall for a long time. Already I knew he didn't believe that the necro boy had made the hole. Just as he didn't believe that he had managed to escape from me. His gaze shifted back to me and there was a moment of tense silence between us. I expected him to call me on my betrayal. Demand to know why I let a 'dangerous criminal' go. Instead all he said was:

"Are you hurt?"

#writing #books #characters #adria the half demon #blue's drabbles #fiction #young adult #necromancer boy #magical realism

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the-invisible-queer · 3 months ago

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Nothing like getting a panicked call from your younger brother because a woman jumped off a bridge in your city and he thought it was you

Poor kid

He sounded like he was in the verge of tears

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winderlylandchime · 1 year ago

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I am sending this way later than I originally planned since I did write all this out after we finished watching. But we (one of us more than the other) were a fucking mess afterwards soooo here we go 5x10: ‘‘CYNDI LAUPER?! As in Girls just wanna have fun? Please tell me she’s gonna remix it to Gays just wanna have fun’ ‘LOOK AT MY BLONDIE! Look at my dumb little baby who needs to get his head out of his ass and go back to Brian’ the moment happens when those cars drive by with protestors ‘man, fuck you! What a fucking loser’ *throws a pillow at the tv* The scene is now at Brian and Ted when he tells him he’s cancer free ‘wait, Ted is looking for a husband husband? Why is everyone so obsessed with getting married? Why the fuck is Brian going to Australia?! He better take Blondie with him. HE’S CANCER FREE?! *pauses tv* so hold the fuck up. Cancer was there this whole time and he was going to doctors but they just decided to forget about that? Idiots. He needs to celebrate with Blondie not with Australia!’ We are now at the scene where Mikey/Ben try to find a venue and Ben suggests the club. *starts laughing* ‘of fucking course! Brian isn’t a good friend. And he’s not good enough for anyone. But his money and his club? Sign us right up. Fuck all of his so called friends.’ ‘They have to drop Drew? Oh shit. Well this fucking sucks for both of them. (He was dead silent during a scene with Mel and then it went to Brian/Ted/mikey scene) finally something good! (Mikey shows up) ughh this fucker again. Kick him out please. Here he comes asking for help. See even Brian knows that everyone always only wants something from him. This is starting to piss me off and hurt me. (Mikey says brian should apologize) IN WHAT WORLD?! Did you fucking lose your memory from what all you said to him? Fuck you! (Mikey asks for the club) ha, i guess the over the hill’s club boys club is now good enough for you. He’s giving it for free? He’s a way better person than me…’ ‘i get why Emmett is angry at Brian but damn it, im sure he can understand the situation? Its not like Brian did it cause he wanted to do it. I get why he’s mad but damn it come on.’ WE ARE NOW AT THE SCENE WHERE BRIAN WATCHES JUSTIN! ‘Blondie!!! BRIAN! *makes a noise like he’s choking* HES WATCHING HIM! GO UP TO HIM AND KISS HIM AND TELL HIM YOU LOVE HIM YOU STUBBORN BEAUTIFUL SHIT! AHHHHHHHH BLONDIE SAW HIM! THATS IT? TAKE CARE AND HE LEAVES? WHAT HAS TO HAPPEN FOR THEM TO GET BACK TOGETHER?!’ And we are now at the benefit and it shows Monty and Eli ‘ughhh theyre here too. (They make a joke about Brian) Justin, if you don’t start throwing hands, i will! Where’s the old Blondie? He’d fight them, why is he so disgusting towards Jen. What a prick.’ ‘MY GIRL CYNDI!!! I FUCKING LOVE HER!!!!’ Jen and Tucker kiss and it shows Justin going through it ‘that’s literally me when they show Mel and Linds. But more importantly imagine Brian with him right now. He’d be cracking jokes left and right.’ ‘BRIAN! Go to the club! Get Blondie back! Come the fuck on JUST FOR ONCE LISTEN TO ME!’

ANNNNNND the bomb just went off *huge gasp and he covers his mouth with his hands and accidentally hits himself with the cast* ‘WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK WAS THAT?! WHAT WAS THAT?! WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?! (It tells on the radio about the bomb) AN EXPLOSION?! NO NO NO NO NO NO NO BRIAN GO BACK! GO TO THE CLUB! HES GOING! WHATS GOING ON?! (It shows the club scene and Brian just arrived) *he is actually shaking while watching* WHERES MY BLONDIE! BRIAN BE CAREFUL! (Jen says justin is inside and brian runs in) im gonna fucking kill someone if something happens to Blondie. BRIAN IS RUNNING IN OF COURSE HES RUNNING IN! FUCK FUCK FUCK *he is actually on the verge of tears* he better be alive! IF SOMETHING HAPPENS TO BRIAN IM BURNING THIS WHOLE PLACE DOWN. (brian starts screaming for Justin) he’s fucking screaming his name. Just like at the garage. Im gonna fucking jump off a bridge, i cant handle this. (Brian spots Justin) OH FUCKING HELL HES ALIVE! MY BOY IS ALIVE! I dont have to commit arson….yet. LOOK AT THEM HUGGING, he was so FUCKING WORRIED! Poor Brian, imagine this happening at your club. Fuck.’ He then paused the tv on Ted and just sat back and stared at the tv for a minute and then let out a big sigh and pressed play. And now we’re at the hospital scene ‘this is making me nervous. I hate this. Oh look Brian being nice to Ben…and they say he doesn’t do charity. Is Mike alive? Yo ben, chill. It’s her fucking kid so shush. BRIAN ONCE AGAIN SAVING THE DAY…wait didnt he have cancer? Brian is about to burn this hospital down. Good for him!’ We’re are the scene with Deb and Brian praying and he only let out a very soft whimper when Brian went to hold her hand but that was it.

And we are at the I love you scene!!!!!!!!!!!!! *he is dead silent, hes covering his mouth and his elbows are on his knees and he is shaking and still on the verge of tears* ‘my boys! I was worried where Blondie was. Please tell me he is getting his man back. (Brian hugs Justin and starts his speech) *he starts slowly crying the second Brian hugs him and the tears just keep coming* (Brian says i love you) *huge gasp and he covers his mouth and just stares in silence until the screen goes black* ‘oh my god…oh my…*said very softly* he said it…he fucking sai- HE SAID HE LOVES HIM! HE SAID HE FUCKING LOVES HIM! HE FUCKING SAID I LOVE YOU! HE SAID! HE! *gets up and starts screaming while pointing to the tv and then hits me on my shoulder* HE SAID IT! I DIDNT HALLUCINATE THAT SHIT! HE ACTUALLY SAID IT! *slowly sits down with his hands all up in his hair and tears going down his face* he said i love you. Twice. He said it twice. Once for him and once for everyone. I…i gotta see that shit again’ *immediately rewinds it* ‘why the fuck didnt blondie say it back? Probably cause he’s processing it like me. He said it. He fucking said. A bomb had to go off but he did it. AND THEY KISSED! WE ARE BACK BABY! AND HE FUCKING FINALLY SAID IT! IT FEELS SO GOOD TO FINALLY WIN SOMETHING!’ He then proceeded to call our mom and when she answered he just yelled into the phone ‘BRIAN SAID I LOVE YOU TO BLONDIE!’ And then hung up and went on the next episode.

Dear sweet anon, I don’t know if your loyal readers are ready for what is about to happen. Dear friends, I’ve read the messages and we must rally. Brother Anon has really been through it. All of his opinions pass peer review and also are Nice and Accurate (forgive the GO reference).

Yeah, I do not understand the cancer arc timeline. Is Brian cancer free at a certain month mark or… because he finished treatment before the Liberty Ride. IDK.

That scene with Brian watching him is heartbreaking. HOW CAN ANYONE SAY BRIAN DOESN’T CARE?

The explosion! “Just like at the garage” I AM DYING. Exactly like that. Brian not knowing if Justin is alive will ALWAYS get me.

His reaction to the I Love You is everything. It is all of us. He is one of us. The one bright moment in the entire season.

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

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ye-olde-sodor · 1 year ago

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DON’T MIND IF I DO-

The Warship could feel the ache in his wheels and engine block grow. Pinchy, his only fateful companion, had begun to grow weak from defending her master. She never wanted to quit, but she had no other choice as the mechanisms attaching her to him had forced her to sleep. Soon, even his own body would betray him.

The rattling of the other diesels behind him drew closer behind him. Their horns sounded off as they approached their prey, almost akin to a victory cry. With his body on the verge of shutting down, his mind reflected on just how ironic his final moments were.

He was used by British Rail to finally eliminate those useless kettles off of railways across Britain. He was used to hunt down those who ran from Scrapyards and those who opposed their masters. He was even used to foster a new generation of machinery.

He did all of that…and now look at him! Now the mighty Warship was being hunted by his own kin, his own brothers as he was deemed no longer needed by his so called masters.

He felt something heavy fall of his body and heard the cry if one of the hunters as the metallic piece struck him. His body was falling apart at the seams. The bridge he was so despite to reach was so close yet so far.

It was over. All over.

Suddenly, through the evil cackling of the diesels was cut off by the sound of a great whistle. The sounds of thunder and flames followed the blue blur as the express engine cut through the middle of the pack like a sword to flesh. Without a word he slammed into the back of the Warship and continued to speed towards the bridge.

The pain had disappeared as the Warship had finally received some relief, but he refused to allow his body to quit now. Not when he has a chance.

“Stop him!” The leader cried. “If they make it over the bridge we can’t scrap em!”

The two diesels to Gordon’s left and right tried to speed ahead of them. As the diesel on the left began to gain speed, Gordon spewed hot steam him. He screamed as the steam made contact with his face, and his driver slammed on the breaks. The rest of his pack had left him in the dust as the chase continued.

Gordon tried to do the same to the diesel on his right, but he was smarter then his injured brother. He kept himself out of Gordon’s sight and away from his face. The leader of the pack, now on Gordon’s left, seemingly didn’t learn anything.

In reality, the leader took a page from Gordon’s book and allowed black diesel clouds from his vents to spill onto Gordon’s face. He yelped as the hot smog burned at his eyes as he tried to recover.

“You Sudrians are something else!” The leader mocked as he saw Gordon struggle to maintain his speed, completely distracted by the pain. Tears streamed down his face in an attempt to clear his eyes.

“Ey, don’t quit now puffball!” The Warship cried in desperation. “We’re almost there!”

Hearing those words, Gordon went against his better judgement and trusted him. He raced past the two diesels in a blind fury, praying that they didn’t derail or crash.

True to his word, Gordon felt the familiar wear and tear of the old Vickarstown Bridge. He heard the diesels behind him slam on their breaks and scream at their defeat. Apparently their owners forbade them from crossing the bridge entirely.

Despite his lack of sight, he knew exactly where to go. Out of instinct, Gordon slowed down, and eventually came to a complete stop at the station like he'd always done. Once he did, he tried to open his eyes, but the burning sensation remained.

He felt his driver and fireman jump out of his cab. “Go get a mop from inside." Gordon heard his driver. "We'll be able to reach his eyes with that."

As his fireman ran off, his driver stayed with his engine. "You alright boy?"

“I'm not blind, thank the Lady.” Gordon said weakly. “Is he in one piece? Claw and all?"

“He’s missing some paneling, but for the most part he’s intact.” His driver responded.

“I can’t believe you did that.” The Warship suddenly spoke, calling for everyone's attention as Gordon's fireman returned with a wet mop.

“Well what else was I to do? Let it happen?” Gordon replied as he felt the mop hit his face. He felt the cold water drip across his eyes, finally allowing him to see. “I’d be a disgrace and a hypocrite to this railway if I did!”

The Warship couldn’t think of anything else to say. Even after what he’s done, what he tried to do, and someone who was once so afraid of him saved his life. He had to know.

“Why?…why would you help me?”

"In all honesty, I'm asking myself that." Gordon admitted. "But what I do know is that once you're repaired you'll have lot of work to do if you want to get on Sir Topham's good side."

"...Why would I do that?"

"Because you'll be staying here from now on." He said with a smirk. "Welcome back."

Suddenly the Warship realized that he'd been delt an even crueler fate then scrap...serving the kettles.

Thinking about D10 being run down by scrappers after being exiled out of sodor, and in a last ditch attempt, flees to sodor for refuge. >:]

He's flying down the tracks of the mainland at dangerously high speeds flying past Gordon on his take back of the morning express with a flash of mustard. a look of surprise turns to horror as he sees seven other frames of burgundy race down the tracks. the gaggle of newer modern diesels chase him like a pack of wild rabid dogs, cackling with a sick joy. There deep red paint shines off of them in a mocking manner.

He's almost there. Hes almost at the bridge that leads to the island, wheels spinning so fast sparks of flame rush out from under him, the smell of melting metal heavy in the air. He can't go on for much longer. They all know that.

The pain in his body is agonizing as pinchy snaps wildly, trying to keep them as far back as possible. He's wheezing like all the air is squeezed out of him, trying to keep distance. They've been going like this for a half an hour, and he's not sure he can take anymore before something gives.

The Atlantic races off with the empty express towards the station. The coach's don't complain about him being to fast. Not this time. They might not be fast enough.

#ttte #ttte gordon #ttte diesel 10 #I saw and read it and I had to lol

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impishtubist · 2 years ago

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the twin conundrum

I wrote this in like 20 minutes and it’s all @battlehamster‘s fault.

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“Remus.” Regulus’s head appears in the fireplace, making Remus jump. “I need you over at the Manor. Quickly, please.”

Remus doesn’t hesitate, grabbing his cloak and his wand and hurrying through the Floo after Regulus. Sirius is supposed to be picking up Teddy from the Manor right now. James and Regulus had agreed to watch their boy for the day while Sirius worked a shift at St. Mungo’s and Remus put together his lesson plans for the coming semester. If Regulus is calling him now, then something has gone horribly wrong.

Not to mention the fact that Regulus never calls him by his given name. He’s always Lupin to his brother-in-law.

James is there to greet him when he comes stumbling through the fireplace, offering him a hand to steady him. Remus glances around the room, and warm relief rushes through him when he spots Sirius on the couch. Sirius gives him a tiny smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“What’s going on?” Remus demands. “What’s happened?”

It’s then that he notices that Regulus is holding Harry… and so is Sirius.

Remus blinks several times. No, his eyes are not playing tricks on him. There are two Harrys in the room, and not a sign of Teddy.

Oh, dear.

“I see,” he says. “Teddy, change back, please.”

He addresses the child in Sirius’s arms, who protests, “But I’m Harry!”

“Yeah!” says the child that Regulus holds. “Me, too!”

Remus pinches the bridge of his nose. “Boys, this isn’t funny. It’s time for Teddy to go home. He’ll be back here at the weekend, you know that.”

Both Harrys look puzzled. Regulus and Sirius both appear faintly annoyed, but James seems to be on the verge of tears.

“I need some tea,” Remus declares, “and then we can settle this properly. James, give me a hand?”

He forcibly steers James into the kitchen and props him against the countertop. “Right, what’s wrong?”

“I can’t tell them apart,” James says in a rush. “I’m his dad, I love him more than anything, and I can’t tell you which of those boys is my son!”

“Neither can Sirius or Regulus, and they love Harry and Teddy just as much,” Remus soothes, squeezing James’s arms. “You brought me here to sniff out which was which, yeah?”

“That was the idea.” James rubs the back of his hand under his nose. “Can you do it?”

“Yes, of course.”

They return to the sitting room. Remus plucks the child from Sirius’s arms and gives him a good sniff--the toddler giggles as Remus inadvertently tickles him. Remus does the same for the child in Regulus’s arms, and then wrinkles his nose.

“What on Earth did you have them doing today?” he demands of James and Regulus. “They both reek.”

James flushes, and even Regulus looks a bit sheepish. “Er… we might have gone flying. And gone to the park. And jumped in some mud puddles.”

“That’s what I thought,” Remus says, exasperated. “I can’t tell the two of them apart when they’re like this. They’ll both need to be bathed before I can figure it out.”

James holds out his arms for one of the Harrys, and Sirius hands him over. “Right. We’ll get these two menaces cleaned up. Back soon!”

He and Regulus hurry off with the boys. Sirius gets up from the couch and comes over to Remus.

“You know which one is Teddy, don’t you?” he says.

“Oh, yeah. James was holding him.” Remus shrugs. “This means we don’t have to do bath time tonight.”

Sirius grins. “You sneaky bastard.”

“That’s why you love me.”

#wolfstar #jegulus #wolfstar raising teddy #jegulus raising harry #imp is writing #shhhhhhh i know i said i wasn't writing fanfic anymore but apparently this is a lie #sirius black #remus lupin #regulus black #james potter #harry potter #teddy lupin #battlehamster

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The Right Kind of Wrong

Title: The Right Kind of Wrong

Pairing: Jaehyun x You

Genre: hate to love, cheating, college!au, friendship, romance, smut

Warnings: smut, cheating, cursing, toxicity

Word Count: 8.454

Summary: There are many reasons for you to hate Jung Jaehyun. Aside from being cocky and selfish, the fact that he is dating your best friend is another one of them. But his mesmerizing smile - to hell with it - just isn't.

____

There were at least a hundred things you hated about Jung Jaehyun.

The fact that he was dating your best friend was just one of them.

Not a single day had passed by in the last year in which she hadn’t complained about her boyfriend having flirted with another woman, having ditched her again, going to a party and ignoring her all night, or simply dragging her mood down by one of his unpredictable and hurtful actions.

Aside from being cocky, selfish, arrogant and reckless, Jung Jaehyun was absolutely incapable of being a decent human being for more than ten seconds, and you were wondering why he was so damn popular despite all his faults.

When you went out with your friend group, he mocked the boys trying to hit on you, telling you they were so desperate for that move. When you were attending the same class, he purposely sat down next to you to distract you from the lesson. When he was at your dorm, he kept moving your things onto high shelves, knowing you couldn’t reach them.

And his smirk everytime he did so… his smirk every time he mocked you was so annoying. But also so hot.

Fuck, you thought whenever his mischievious eyes met yours again, and you had to turn away, at a loss for words and afraid he’d caught you flushing. You were so ashamed, because you actually wanted to hate him.

There were many reasons for you to hate Jung Jaehyun, but his mesmerizing smile wasn't one of them.

You hadn’t hated him from the first moment that you two had officially met as you had gotten introduced to each other through your best friend who was also your dorm mate, though. She had found him on a dating app, and you had found him sitting in your class two days later, talking back to the professor.

Back then, you had started admiring his intelligence and courage. But those were the only two positive things you had spotted so far as you only tried to stay as far away from him as possible, emphasizing his negative character traits over and over again.

But the truth was that staying away from him was a very hard thing to do, and you fought every day for your sanity, trying to be a good friend and suppressing your controversial feelings for a man who was absolutely forbidden to you.

“He went drinking last night and I saw an instagram story of him grinding against another girl on the dancefloor!” your best friend complained in your arms, tears on the verge of flowing. “Who’s doing that even?!”

A few pairs of eyes turned into your direction, but when you threw fierce glances at the people staring at you, they passed by very quickly.

When you had been invited to your friend Johnny’s house party, you hadn’t expected to be spending the evening comforting your best friend, even though that had been your daily routine for the past three weeks.

It had grown toxicly usual for Jaehyun and her to fight in a two to three day rhythm over the smallest things, and although their wonky relationship or whatever it was hadn’t been very steady before with them breaking up nearly monthly, lately it had grown almost obnoxious.

“Why don’t you just break up with him?” you suggested again and immediately felt your heart sink.

It wasn’t like you wanted them to break up because you wanted Jaehyun for yourself. You’d never do that to her.

Your best friend was just constantly hurting, and it hurt you just as much when you saw her suffering so greatly. Jung Jaehyun wasn’t a good guy, and you both knew. Yet, she couldn’t let go of him. You knew exactly how that felt.

Even if they were to break up, he wouldn’t belong to you. Because a friend’s ex was a taboo. So having Jaehyun gone entirely from your lives would kill two birds with one stone.

“Not that again!” your friend whined and retreated from you, sinking into the couch with her arms crossed and no signs of tears anymore. “I can’t! I mean… look at him! He’s so hot, and don’t get me even started about his skills in bed. That’s where we usually make up, you know, so-”

“I’m going to get you something to drink!” you interrupted her and jumped up. “You totally need a cocktail now! To come to your senses!”

You loved your best friend dearly, but you didn’t want to hear about Jaehyun’s skills by all means. At some times, your friend didn’t have a filter, and then, it only spiraled downhill from there. You heard them often enough in the dorm, that was already pushing you to your limits.

When you entered the kitchen, you reached up to get a glass from the shelf, but like most of the times, you were too short for the remaining ones at the very top.

“Here, let me help you.”

A soft voice echoed from behind you, but before you could turn around to follow the tone, the guy had already heaved up his arm and reached over you to the very top of the shelf to get you a glass.

Shifting around, you faced the mischievous expression of the young man you had wanted to avoid and who your best friend was currently crying over.

Without a “thank you”, you reached out your hand to grab the glass from Jaehyun, but he immediately shot his arm up to bring the glass high over his head and far out of your reach.

“You think a simple ‘thank you’ is too much for you?”

“Fuck off, Jaehyun.” You crunched with your teeth and narrowed your eyes. “I’d rather die of thirst!”

“What did I do again?” He rolled his eyes in an annoyed manner as though his high spirits got ruined. “What did she tell you?”

“She told me everything she saw from last night!” you defended your friend. “That’s enough for me to get the picture!”

“Okay, and did the picture somehow include me pushing the girl away after she had grinded on me?”

You gulped.

“Just as I thought.”

He placed the glass on the counter, but somehow, this hadn’t got your both’s attention anymore.

“There are two sides of the same coin, yet all you've ever done was looking only at one.”

He approached you, and the rising hotness in your cheeks made you withdraw until your hips bumped into the kitchen counter.

Jaehyun leaned in and propped his arm against the same spot right next to your hip as he asked, “I know you’re her best friend, but being a friend doesn’t mean supporting your friends delusional, one sided thoughts into oblivion. Being a friend sure means to support, I’m not denying that. But being a true friend means to tell someone when they’re wrong. And I am not the one at fault here, y/n.”

“You were doing many stupid things to hurt her in the past!” you started blabbering just to bridge over the silence you’d get when you would stare at his mesmerizing eyes for a little longer. “How am I supposed to believe you?”

“You aren’t supposed to believe me.” He retreated, with the glass in his hand. “All I’m asking for is a chance to explain myself.”

Again, you were flabbergasted by the way he expressed his thoughts that stood in contrast to his questionable behavior. One of the main things that fascinated you. But you quickly turned this feeling into hate by recalling his wrongdoings from the night before.

Looking at the glass, Jaehyun continued, “Yes, there were many things I did wrong in the past. And I’m not going to pinpoint my finger at my girlfriend to tell that she was doing just as many questionable things as me. But people have reasons for doing the things they do. That’s probably why we’re such a good match.”

You didn’t understand a word. In your eyes, and you only knew about their relationship by what your friend told you and what you observed when you were hanging out, the two weren’t a good match at all.

He was the one constantly hurting her feelings, and she was the one to always get hurt.

Or... wasn’t it?

Jaehyun then thrusted the glass into your hand. “You’re lucky, y/n, you know that? It must be so great, living that freely, without any burdens… So oblivious to everything.”

With these words, he disappeared from the kitchen, leaving you behind all alone with the glass in your hand.

You looked at the item, your face getting reflected in the crystals to unrecognizability while Jaehyun’s words still kept you occupied. They had such an impact on you that you suddenly started to question whether your hate against him was actually valid.

When you stepped out of the kitchen yourself with a full glass of your best friend’s favorite cocktail in your hand, you found her in Jaehyun’s arms again, wildly kissing, his kind words suddenly vanished from your mind upon spotting them.

Instead, there was a little monster called jealousy sitting right inside your chest.

___

“8am in the morning! Who even places classes that early?!”

With a groan, Jaehyun flopped down in the seat next to you.

“Shut up, class is about to start.”

“Man, you must be really fun at parties,” he replied. “The professor is not even here yet.”

“You’re annoying, Jung Jaehyun, and if you weren’t dating my friend, I wouldn’t actually talk to you at all.”

“What are the odds we’re still connected to each other, huh! Tell me, y/n, what did I ever do to you? How did I ever hurt you? We’ve never even really spoken with each other ever since we’ve gotten introduced.”

“And I am grateful for this every single day.”

“What is it that you hate about me so much?” he questioned further, his eyes challenging.

But with your eyes straight ahead and no words on your lips, you ignored him as the professor entered the room only a short moment after, announcing the class’ start.

Your pen flew over the sheet, noting down the professor’s words when suddenly, goose bumps spread all over your arm.

When your eyes followed the trail to its source, your right elbow touched Jaehyun’s left one as a result of your hectic writing motions as you had moved too far to the side. The spot on your skin was so warm and so…

You withdrew your arm right away, placing it back to where it usually belonged, but Jaehyun’s own limb had moved so far to the left that you had no place to rest it next to your notes anymore without having his skin barely one inch apart from you. You weren’t touching anymore, but he was so close that you still felt him somehow.

Of course you could drop your arm and place it on your lap as the professor had stopped presenting the most important points of this lesson. Of course you could just move further away with your entire belongings, but the fact was that you didn’t. That you couldn’t.

Instead, you were fixating your eyes on the board right in front of you, listening to your professor’s words but not actually understanding a single syllable that he uttered as your heart beat fast against your chest.

You hoped that Jaehyun didn’t notice how desperate you were for him not to shift away right now. That you actually enjoyed it, but felt so much hatred at the same time. Not against him, but against you - for feeling this way.

“Can you answer my question, Miss y/n?”

Your eyes widened in shock as you got addressed by the professor by your surname. You were actually a good student who was always paying attention in class. Under normal circumstances, this wouldn’t have happened. But now you got caught red handed not listening to him, and he was a very strict lecturer.

“I… um…” you stuttered.

“The answer to my question, Miss.”

“Yes… the answer…” You gulped as you didn’t even know the question. “The answer is…”

From the corner of your eyes, you perceived how a sheet was slowly moving into your direction from Jaehyun’s place. His finger was pointed at a paragraph that you had also noted down only shortly before.

Suddenly, you knew what the question was about and answered formally to the professor’s task.

With your heart having calmed down after the shock, you let yourself sink down on your seat again. You had gotten distracted only once by something that shouldn’t bother you at all.

This wouldn’t happen again, you swore to yourself.

____

“No ‘thank you’ again from you?”

You turned around to Jaehyun who had rosen a brow at you. “Is this becoming your thing now? Asking for ‘thank yous’?”

“Is this becoming your thing now?” he returned. “Not saying ‘thank you’? I saved your ass in class.”

“Well, I haven’t asked for that, so go beg somewhere else for attention.”

You made your way through the crowded club, feelling the bass under your feet and the techno music in your ears. Jaehyun was following suit.

“Do you want some kind of reward from me? Because you’re not going to get it.”

“I don’t want a reward. Hey.”

He reached out and grabbed you by your arm, right there on the dancefloor. The feeling from this morning returned, but in a higher intensity as it spread all over your body.

“All I’m asking for is respect.”

You snorted. “Respect? Do you respect my friend when you destroy her weekend plans to go drinking with your friends instead? Do you respect my friend when you dance ass on ass with another girl? Do you respect my friend when you hurt her feelings with your rude words? I don’t like you, Jung Jaehyun, because you’re a bad person, and respect is the last thing you’ll ever get from me!”

You yanked yourself out from his grip and disappeared in the mass. What was up with him? Why was he bothering so much lately and evoking all these controversial feelings inside you by acting like this? He should just stay away.

With your eyes closed, you started to move with the music, all by yourself there on the dancefloor. You wanted to collect your thoughts, but as the music flooded through your body, you realized that thinking about nothing was probably the best way to cope with your inner struggles right now.

You opened your eyes widely when you suddenly felt a hand on your bum.

Turning around with much anger reflected in your mien, you stared at a boy around your age who grinned at you seductively. Your fierce gaze was probably mistaken for an invitation when he approached you further, grabbed you by your hips from the front and pressed you against him.

With his lips on your ear, he whispered, “I like what I see.”

And you wanted to scream. You probably did, but it got drowned out by the loud music, and his grip was way too hard for you to free yourself that easily as you shuffled in his arms.

“Let me go!”

Yet, his hands roamed around your private areas like they owned it.

“HEY!”

Before you could scream once more, the guy got dragged away from you by the last person you had expected it from.

“She said let go of her, you asshole!”

Jaehyun grabbed him by his collar, and his height and angry expression alone were probably enough for the other guy to nearly piss his pants as he hastily mouthed,

“I’m so sorry!”

When Jaehyun let go of him, he slipped off silently and wasn’t seen again.

You stood there awkwardly with your arms hugging your chest, still digesting the happenings.

“Did he hurt you?” Jaehyun asked when he leaned in for you to understand better.

You shook your head.

“Do you want to go outside?”

You nodded.

Jaehyun took you by your hand to lead you through the dancing crowd, and you didn’t protest.

This gesture was the total opposite to the disgusting one from the guy who had harassed you shortly before. This touch was raw and chaste. Nothing to be ashamed of and fight against, but something you wanted to accept wholeheartedly.

When you stood outside of the club, Jaehyun let go of your hand, and you finally whispered the words that he had been longing to hear for quite a time,

“Thank you.”

Against your expectations, he didn’t mock you or return witty words. With his eyes locked with yours, he sincerely told you,

“You’re welcome.”

That was the moment it dawned on you that Jung Jaehyun had more positive sides to him that you had always wanted to blend out. But perhaps, you had reached a point in which this wasn’t possible anymore.

You couldn’t continue keeping your eyes closed to all the kind sides of him. Because the more he showed you, the more you’d open your heart for him.

To you, Jung Jaehyun had to remain a bad person, otherwise you’d fall for him, and falling for your best friend’s boyfriend was a taboo.

“Hey, what are you two doing outside?!” Speaking of the devil, your best friend jumped out of the club’s door and into your direction. “Isn’t the music fun?”

Jaehyun looked at you, waiting for your reaction. You knew that if you wanted to go home, he’d follow. If you wanted to stay, he’d stay too, not letting you out of his sight. Because - and you couldn’t repeat this often enough - Jaehyun was actually a good person.

“I want to go home,” you decided. “You can stay, though! Please just let me be the party pooper all alone, I don’t want to spoil your night.”

“Oh, what a pity!” your friend said with a pout. “You always leave when the party is about to start!”

You shrugged with a weak smile, tired of fighting. “Yeah, I guess so. But I still have a lot of pages to revise.”

“Shall we take you back to the dorm?” Jaehyun offered in a caring voice that you apparently encountered for the first time, and your friend immediately shot a reproachful glare at him.

“Are you being serious right now?” she complained. “She’s a grown ass woman who can go home alone!”

His eyes hadn’t left yours. “I’m talking to her, not you.”

Had it always been like this? Her caring about herself more than about you? If it were the other way around, you wouldn’t let her go home alone in the middle of the night, no matter if you knew something had happened before or not.

Suddenly, you saw your best friend from a whole other perspective. Suddenly, she was the one having Jaehyun on a leash, and he was the one fighting back for his rights, not against her.

Two sides of the same coin… If you were to flip it, would your entire world view change?

For a moment, you hesitated. But not wanting to disturb your friend’s evening, you gave in with a, “It’s okay, I can go alone. Have a nice night!”

But Jaehyun held you back when he insisted on calling you an uber for which he even paid while your best friend continued pouting on the side.

____

“FUCK YOU, JAEHYUN!” you heard your best friend scream later that night from her room, every syllable of hers clearly to hear in your own room while you laid in bed later that night.

The hours before had passed by in a trance as you had only fallen onto your mattress face forward after having quickly changed into your pj’s, that was how much of a toll the day had taken on you.

You just wanted to forget what had happened in the club, but also the thoughts that had constantly been in your mind all the way home that only revolved around Jaehyun. So sleep was the best solution, and you would have gladly continued doing so if there weren’t your best friend and Jaehyun arguing loudly next to you for an hour already.

Then, Jaehyun seemed to return something to which she screamed again, “I DON’T FUCKING CARE!”

Stomping followed the brief silence, a door getting opened, then shut again, and footsteps moved into the direction of the entry door before it fell close behind Jaehyun.

This was a nearly weekly experience for you lately, and usually, you’d just miss hearing their arguments, but this time you couldn’t help but to wonder what they had been yelling about. You just hoped it wasn’t because of you and what had happened to you earlier, because in your eyes, Jaehyun had done nothing wrong.

He had been so incredibly nice and thoughtful that you started to doubt their relationship.

You turned in your bed, wanting to fight those thoughts so badly. Jaehyun was your best friend’s boyfriend, and hence, forbidden fruit for you. But you just couldn’t stop your imagination from running now.

What it would be like in your best friend’s place and get treated like this every day, and the worst part was that you didn’t even feel bad about betraying her in your mind.

Fuck, you only thought and sat straight up in bed, now surely not being able to grasp a light thought to accompaby you back to lseep anymore.

Feeling safe to leave your room ten minutes later as your roommate must have fallen asleep by now, you didn’t think about sleep anymore but wanted to get a glass of water from the kitchen to calm yourself down.

Perhaps, tomorrow, you’d have another look at the entire situation, you tried to convince yourself. After a few more hours of sleep, all these confusing thoughts and feelings might have already been forgotten.

“Cannot sleep yet?”

You turned around and found a half naked Jaehyun only dressed in boxers right in front of you. The empty glass of water in your hands got placed back on the counter with shaky fingers.

“What are you doing here?” you contered.

“Well… she suddenly left.” He shrugged. “We’ve been arguing. You sure haven’t missed that one.”

“I didn’t.”

Still, you were wondering what that was all about, but didn’t want to ask. He lifted the weight off your shoulders himself though.

“It was about you.”

“Oh…?” You gulped.

“When you were gone, I went back to that guy and didn’t let him go that easily. They threw me out of the club and your friend thought I'd ruined the night for her.”

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

You wanted to make your way around him, but he blocked your way as he didn’t move to make space for you to pass by the door.

“What’s making me a bad person, y/n?” Jaehyun suddenly asked. “ The way I saved you in class? In the club? Tell me.”

“You cannot be serious right now. It’s 5am, draw a number for another day.”

You wanted to slip under his stretched out arm, but he moved his body to block you again. “Number one. Now tell me.”

“Because those have been the only times you were nice to me, Jung Jaehyun!” You clenched your fists, breathing in deeply. “When we go out with our friend group, you mock the boys trying to hit on me, telling them they’re so desperate for that move!”

“Because I heard them speaking about you before,” he declared. “They were not looking for something serious but only fun, one had even placed a bet. I tried to spare you from this embarrassment and eventual lovesickness. Go on.”

“When we’re in the same class, you purposely sit down next to me to distract me from the lesson!”

This one let him smirk. “Because I always saw you sitting there alone. You have no friends in that class, and I thought you might need some company. Besides… I knew you couldn’t afford that book we needed, and I purposely always shoved it into your direction when the professor read from it. Have you never noticed?”

Now you have. And you were flabbergasted.

“Wh… when,” you stuttered, “you’re over here, you always move my stuff onto high shelves, knowing I cannot reach them!”

“Because I love to see the defeated look on your face and your cute pout when you have to ask me to get the things for you.”

You didn’t know what to say further as you stood there, frozen on the spot. You hadn’t seen this answer coming.

“Anything else?”

Yes, there were many things you hated him for, and you wanted to throw them all into his face, but as he was standing there in front of you, not even one more came into your mind.

“I just hate you to the core!” you hissed.

But with calmness in his voice, he only turned, “No, you don’t.”

And then, it was all only a blur.

You wanted to push him away, but instead, you found yourself nudging against his body. You wanted to free yourself from his grip, but instead, you wrapped your arms around him. You wanted to escape from his kiss, but instead, you kissed him back in the same passionate manner he kissed you.

Jaehyun’s hands roamed all over your lightly covered body while his lips moved against yours, touching every spot he had missed out on during the entire time he knew you, because you had always pushed him away.

But now that you had opened up to him, you were scared the time window was about to close very soon, so you had to work fast.

You jumped on him, hooking your thighs around his waist while his hands instantly clung around your buttocks to give you the support he needed to carry you to your bedroom. Your hands remained interlaced on the back of his neck when he placed you onto your bed and laid himself between your legs.

Thrown overboard were all your morals, priorities, and the friendship to the person that meant the world to you. You didn’t want to think about all that, but were longing for him so desperately that you wondered for how long you had been suppressing that desire already.

Jung Jaehyun was hot. But he was a bad person.

Or… wasn’t he?

You desperately ground upwards against him, feeling him growing between your legs, and you brought your hands down to massage his length. Jaehyun interrupted your kiss as he hadn’t expected this move to come, and groaned into your ear.

You smirked triumphantly, your hands kneading muscles until he was pressed hard against your palms. Tucking your fingers into the waistband of his boxers, you slid the garment from his hips, revealing his bum. Your hands glided along his curvy, soft mounds, grabbing into them like you were testing ripe peaches.

Jaehyun was pecking your lips as you slid your hands under his body again and closed around his entire girth. He stopped for a moment, but the second he continued on, you started moving your hands, top on top, along his length.

Not being able to concentrate on the feeling down there and kissing you simultaneously anymore, you perceived how Jaehyun got weak with supporting his body on his own arms that he had rested to the left and right of your head. So you decided to take the lead from here on.

Sitting up yourself, you put your palms on Jaehyun’s chest and pushed him backwards onto the mattress. He watched you with surprised eyes, but didn’t protest as you sat on his thighs, eyeing his member with much anticipation.

You slid further down his legs, nearly close to his ankles, and bowed down. With your fingers wrapped around the base of his dick, you led him to your mouth. First letting the tip pass by your lips, then his entire length up until the very middle.

You only heard him swearing, “fucking shit,” before Jaehyun covered his face with his arm placed over his eyes and his other clasping the sheet by his side. Your hair grazed over the area around his navel while you moved your head up and down, cautiously slow at first to give yourself time to adapt to his length.

Then, you started bobbing your head, increasing the speed with every time you came up and nearly let him slip out, your fingers that had closed around him sliding in the same rhythm, adding to the pleasure. The slurping noises that came along with this act filled the room until they got drowned out by Jaehyun’s moans.

He directed his hand towards your head and grabbed it by the back, ruffling your hair between his fingers while he started to thrust upwards, meeting you halfway in the fast motions. Like this, he was able to reach deep within you, but still not far enough so that he could hurt you.

When you witnessed him twitching his legs, you stopped, held him still by the base and decided to tease him further a bit before you allowed him to release himself. With the tip of your tongue, you touched his glans, trailed along the slip and then circled around the entire top part.

Jaehyun’s swearing words came in a never ending trail like a waterfall that you couldn’t really understand all syllables from, but you were sure you did a good job and rewarded him for being patient with the motions from before again, but this time with added pressure and passion.

Suddenly, he grabbed you by your arm, urging you to stop.

“Or else I’m gonna cum,” he said and sat himself up, flipping you around so that you laid under him again.

Hastily, you got rid of your top while Jaehyun worked on your sleeping shorts until shortly after, you were both lying naked on top of each other. You wanted him desperately inside you, because you just didn’t know when you’ve had had sex the last time, but instead of wanting to get through this fast, Jaehyun took his time.

That was when you realized that this entire joining was probably more to him than just sex to get it off. You had thought that because he hadn’t been able to get it tonight from your best friend, he’d take it from you. But the way he touched you insisted otherwise.

If it wasn’t more than just sex, he wouldn’t trail his fingers over your ribcage in feathery-light motions, admiring every inch of your body. If it wasn’t more than a body-focused act, he wouldn’t place soft kisses not only on your mouth, but also onto your forehead, your cheek, your neck… If it wasn’t more, Jaehyun wouldn’t be so damn thoughtful and tender.

He remained his tenderness and his gaze didn’t leave your eyes as well when he finally nudged between your thighs, pushing forward until he filled you up to the brim.

Restraining himself from starting to move right away, Jaehyun took his time to ask you whether you were okay at first when you let out a quiet “oh” that alarmed him. But you were eager to calm him down when you explained that it was only because you hadn’t been with a man in so long, and somehow, after speaking it out, it made you feel embarrassed.

As the boyfriend of your best friend, he’d surely know when you had been in contact with a man the last time, and you hated yourself for being so pressured by society to feel ashamed of who you were and how you lived your life.

But instead of judging you, Jaehyun only nodded and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, and suddenly, you were flooded with such a warm feeling towards him that you nearly cried. Rarely had you encountered a man so considerate and caring.

“Tell me when I can go on.”

You bit your lip and felt the uncomfortable pressure in your nether regions getting replaced by a feeling that you hadn’t encountered in so long. A feeling that made you want more, want him.

Holding onto his shoulders with both of your hands, you nodded back at him with a smile which he then returned. When Jaehyun started thrusting in and out of you, your eye contact didn’t break, and you were sure that right now, you were looking at the real Jaehyun at this very moment.

Not the guy you hated. Not the guy your best friend was dating. But instead the person who wanted to protect you from guys that only wanted to use you. A person who offered you company in class and shared his equipment with you. And a person whose cheekiness and affection he showed through childish acts because he didn’t know how to express his feelings otherwise.

This was not the person you were sure of knowing all along. Probably because you hadn’t even gotten to know him in the first place.

One arm now clung around his neck while with the other, you grabbed the pillow beside you. You threw your head back in excitement, his pushes coming in short intervals one after another, and he was hitting all the right spots with them.

Jaehyun propped his arms up to the left and right of him, lifting his upper body to gather all his strength in his groin area and stopped for a brief moment before he thrusted inside you with such force that it nearly knocked all air out of your lungs, and you couldn’t respond with anything else than moaning.

It felt so good, so… right. But how could something so wrong still feel so right?

Right now, you didn’t hate Jaehyun or your best friend the most, but yourself and the fact that you continued on and on. That you brought your hips up to meet his thrusts with hazy thoughts and his lips all over yours when he slowed down with his movements to dedicate himself to caressing your breasts.

You felt Jaehyun’s hot tongue swirling over your buds, and you shook under him. Not because it felt cold, but because his tender caresses just felt so good. You didn’t have the feeling that he could do anything wrong with whatever he carried out, that was your impression about how well your bodies meshed together.

No, you didn’t hate Jaehyun. You had always only hated how he had presented himself to you. But there was so much more to him.

Sweat droplets showed on his forehead when he continued with the hard thrusts again, the sound of you both breathing heavily mixing together with the sloppy noises of your bodies moving against each other filling the room, but no matter how messy sex was, it was the most romantic thing you had experienced in a long time.

Your eye contact also didn’t break when Jaehyun arose above you, his sweaty chest glistening in the dim light that shone through your windows, and increased his pace even more. When he dropped his head and bit his lip in the process, you wrapped your arms around him and added pressure to your nether regions as you felt him approaching his heights.

It felt very good to you too, but you were by any means not as far as him yet, so you didn’t blame him when he came only a short moment after with a groan that sounded sexy as hell to you.

You held him tightly when he fell limply onto your chest, still breathing heavily from the orgasm that slowly faded. Staring at the ceiling, you smiled with him in your arms, just enjoying the moment when Jaehyun moved away from you.

“We’re not done here yet,” you saw him grin as he laid himself next to you, rolled onto the side and placed his head in his palms as he propped his elbow against the mattress.

You wondered what was to come when you felt his finger tips dragging from your thighs to your navel, then lower again and stopped right at your most sensitive spot.

“Oh!” you let out as he placed two fingers on your folds and started moving them up and down with your remaining juices as lube that made the intense feeling kick in almost immediately.

You screamed when he added pressure and now directed circling motions around the sensitive bundle of nerves. From your half-closed eyes, you witnessed him looking at you with such admiration but also cheekiness as you writhed and wreathed under him, yet spread your legs even wider as release was so close.

Jaehyun leaned in to you, his fingers not letting go of the continuity as he half covered your body with his and just kissed you passionately. Like this, he encountered first hand how the orgasm took over you, and you moaned into his mouth, riding it out against his hand.

It felt like the most natural thing in the world when he wrapped his arms around you right after and pulled you onto his chest, and you drifted off into a slumber shortly after.

Even though the first tendencies of your bad consciousness set in before you closed your eyes, you decided that this would be the problem of tomorrow.

No, you didn’t hate Jung Jaehyun.

If anything, you should probably hate yourself.

___

“YES… YES… YESYESYES, OHMYGOD!”

You heard your friend from the other side of the wall, having rudely awakened you in the early morning hours. At least you thought so. But a glimpse at your phone through sleepy eyes told you that it was past 11am already.

Within a second, you were wide awake.

You were still naked, but the clothes on your floor only belonged to you, and the spot next to you in the bed was empty.

“OH!MY!GOD!.... YES! OH… OH.... AAAAH… OHOHOH… YES!!”

Jaehyun was gone. At least from your room.

Your best friend’s headboard constantly bumped against the wall, and you grabbed your pillow to cover your ears with it. You didn’t want to hear the sounds. Not because they stole your sleep, but because somehow, for the first time, you didn’t feel disturbed by the noise, but actually hurt.

In your mind, you imagined Jaehyun’s mesmerizing smile, the witty expression he was constantly wearing and his deep voice that had showed you for the first time last night that there was a certain softness within it.

You felt hurt, because you knew all the things from last night had been real between you two, yet he was still fucking your best friend mere hours later. What you had shared and felt had been special, yet he was still with her.

And suddenly, you felt hate again. But towards yourself. For betraying your best friend with him. But first and foremost, for betraying yourself.

You had never hated Jung Jaehyun.

You had always felt some certain kind of attraction towards him, but kept telling yourself you hated him to push him as far away from you as possible. If this wouldn’t be so wrong under these circumstances, this attraction would feel right and could blossom. But like this, you could never come to enjoy this feeling entirely.

Your relationship had been doomed from the very start, because given the wicked circumstances, you would never be able to form a healthy relationship. It was like a stain that would never vanish on a white sheet.

So you just decided to continue as usual. To keep this a secret between the both of you and just to carry on with your life.

And to hate Jung Jaehyun just a little more.

You just didn’t know how to feel and act towards your best friend without feeling so much… regret.

“Good morning.”

But the young man stepping out of your best friend’s room wasn’t Jaehyun. But Johnny.

You sat there in the kitchen with a cup of coffee, your mouth agape. And then it started to rattle in your head.

Lately, there were times when your best friend had screamed the name “Jaehyun!” loudly during the act. Those were the times you had actually seen him the next morning. But the nights she hadn’t screamed a certain name, no one had ever come out. And those times, you had counted more than the ones with Jaehyun in the past weeks, just when their loud arguments started on a nearly daily basis.

“Where’s Jaehyun?” you asked without greeting her good morning as you walked into her room.

“Oh, we had a fight last night,” she explained to you while getting herself dressed casually. “And then we broke up. I went away to be with Johnny after throwing him out, and we’ve only gotten back this morning. I hope he left last night already and didn’t stay here.”

“What?” you wondered.

“Yeah.” She shrugged. “I’ll get over it.”

“You actually already got over it as I’ve seen!”

“Oh, Johnny?”

“You’ve been fucking him for weeks already?” you provoked.

She shrugged again. “Perhaps a month… So what?”

You stood there, totally lost for words. “You’ve been crying about Jaehyun to me ever since you got together! That he flirted with other women, ditched you, went to parties and ignored you! And now you’re telling me you’ve been cheating on him for quite a while?! And this instagram story drama from last week?”

She sighed and flopped down onto the bed. “Okay, admittedly, I’m not an angel in this story, but he is by far neither! He was not. There were many things he has done wrong in the past. But then he actually started… doing nothing wrong. Being the picture perfect boyfriend without all these flaws and drama. And perhaps, this is not something that I want, so I started to look around elsewhere.”

“So…” You paused, still processing the shock. “Was it all an act? All the times you’ve cried to me over him lately while cheating behind his back?”

“Not an act, precisely,” she said reluctantly. “Yes, he explained every situation to me. And I was being dramatic over it for nothing, perhaps. I don’t know… I still enjoyed being with him though, but it just didn’t feel right anymore. I want to have men just… telling me I’m right, always coming back to me… what’s a relationship without fire? But Jaehyun didn’t want to do this anymore.”

In your head, you recalled everything that Jaehyun had told you. About there being two sides of the same coin, about you being so oblivious. All this time, he knew that she had cheated on him. He knew what you thought of him, yet he had never made a move to ever explain it to you.

But why?

“As he should,” you then stated. “How you treated him was awful!”

“Only because I cheated on him a few times?” she chuckled. “Come on!”

“I’m your best friend, and yet you lied to me! You twisted and turned stories so that you’d always be the one at right! But the truth is, you’re the bad person here. Not him.”

“Now what? He’s gone from our lives. Don’t care about him.”

But the truth was, you did. Now more than about her.

That was why, an hour later, you found yourself in front of his dorm. When he opened shortly after you had knocked, you stared at him, still gasping for air as you had run the entire way here, with all the memories from last night coming back with each step.

“She’s been cheating on you,” were the only words you brought out.

“I know.”

“For how long?” you asked.

“I assume for just as long.”

You breathed in heavily, not understanding a word. “But why did you stay with her?”

Jaehyun smiled meekly. “Because I don’t think I deserve a good person like you are.”

It ran hot and cold down your back. “I… I don’t understand.”

He leaned against the door frame with crossed arms, and even though he seemed uncomfortable talking about his feelings, he still did.

“I haven’t been the best boyfriend for her most times in this relationship, I admit this openly. We weren’t really good for each other and it destroyed me to the point that I wanted to change. But when I started being the boyfriend she had wished for, it wasn’t right either and she started cheating. So I just settled with it. Because I thought I screwed up to that point where I won’t be able to make anyone happy anymore and also don’t deserve the same in return. Even though I only wanted you...”

“You douche!” You stomped with your feet on the ground.

“What?” he returned perplexed with furrowed brows.

“Everyone deserves love and to love! And you’re not different from anyone else!”

His confusion got replaced with a mild smile. “You’re so kind, y/n. That’s one of the things I like the most about you. But you’re also oblivious.”

Jaehyun pulled out his phone, scrolled through his messenger and started playing a voice message from a very familiar person.

“Why do you even care about this bitch, Jaehyun?!” In the background, you heard music and other people talking. “She’s a stupid nerd, and I’ve only befriended her because she helps me studying and listens to my complains since we’re dorm mates, so don’t even waste a single thought about this party pooper!”

You stood there as though you had been rendered motionless. Your heart had dropped to your feet.

“This is from last night when I quickly went outside again to check whether you rode away safely with your uber and she couldn’t find me directly. That’s why we argued and broke up. No, it’s not the first time she’s talked about you like this.” He put his phone away. “I thought letting you hate me would make it easier for a kind person like you to keep their distance from someone like me. Because, in the end, I will only hurt you too. But the more I started to genuinely like you, the more I felt protective towards you. I couldn’t see her speaking about you like this anymore.”

Your breathing came in hitches as your whole world suddenly crashed over you. Your best friend wasn’t your best friend. She had probably never been.

You stumbled backwards, and Jaehyun stepped forward to grab you by your arm, but you pulled it away.

“I…. I just…” you stuttered. “I have to… talk to her.”

“Sure.”

The whole way home, you only cried.

Not over Jaehyun, but over the betrayal of someone you had considered your best friend, yet had hurt you in the most painful way like no man ever could. And the fact that you had been an asshole to her to the same extent after having slept with her boyfriend the same night they had broken up was probably the final straw.

You were no saint here. You had added to your both’s downfall just as much. And it hurt much more than any heartbreak you had experienced so far.

You had to sort your life out and right now, and amongst this chaos there was no place for Jaehyun in your life.

____

You put the last vase with dried flowers on your shelf, stepped backwards to your room’s door and inspected the final set up.

“Finished!” you praised yourself.

It had taken you three months to move to a new dorm, but this was your last step to a new chapter in your life.

You hadn’t had contact with your former best friend ever since your final conversation in which you had handed the keys over to her. The many conversations before had only consisted of screams, accusations and tears.

She had admitted to saying all those things about you, but also to genuinely have come like you. You weren’t so sure whether that was real or one of her lies again. You had admitted to sleeping with Jaehyun, and she would have forgiven you for that as she hadn’t been really in love with him anymore at this point, but you were sure you didn’t want either in your life anymore.

Your best friend because she had hurt you deeply, and Jaehyun because of your burdensome history. All of you had done so many wrong things, and you were only a bundle of toxic people together, so chaotic that you were better off apart from each other.

But you didn’t want to be this toxic kind of person anymore. So you moved out and left your old life behind.

You didn’t go to that class with Jaehyun anymore, and although you missed him, the touches of your joint night still present on your skin sometimes, you wanted to move on from even the mere imaginations of him as well. You were sure that you’d find a guy just like him, but you missed him wherever you went and couldn’t help but ask yourself “what if?”

The fact that he hadn’t reached out to you either made it easier, and as summer break came and passed, and the new semester started, you had kissed two news guys already, made a new friend group and were just overall happy.

But you still missed Jaehyun dearly and all the possibilities of what could have happened if only your timing had been right in life. Even if he wasn’t the right one for you.

“Is this seat taken?”

And then, one day, there he was again. Taking the seat next to you as though no time had ever passed between the two of you, smiling that mesmerizing smile you didn’t hate.

You only stared at him, and his kind expression didn’t break. When you moved your head to the front again where the professor introduced himself, you couldn’t help but to smile too. Because this wasn’t the expression of a bad person.

People changed, and just like good traits could turn into bad traits, a bad person could turn into a good one also. And they all deserved a second chance.

You had only known the Jaehyun from your best friend’s perspective, and then also his body. But even though you had gotten a glimpse of the real Jaehyun here and there, you didn’t quite know him entirely yet.

But you wanted to. The good, the bad, the real. Jaehyun wasn’t the right one for you, but such a thing didn’t exist. What mattered were only your feelings.

Because in fact, you didn’t hate Jung Jaehyun. At all.

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Little Secret

pairing: step-dad!Jungkook x fem!Reader

synopsis: From a fun celebration to not getting to the bathroom on time, you pee yourself in the middle of the living room and your step-dad has to take care of you.

warnings: smut, pseudo-incest, urine, fingering in tub, dubcon

word count: 2.4k

a/n: this is the disgusting fic i was talking about 🥰 not proofread, just smth i wrote in one day for fun. enjoy as long as u dont hate piss lol 😔👍

It's a night of celebration—the end of high school. It's the best celebration yet because you, after surviving hell of twelve years, are at the legal age to drink in a bar with your friends; the best night you can recall in your drunken state. Dancing, singing karaoke, giggling: pure joy.

So why are you crying while stumbling around in the living room? You sob and hiccup with a hand over your face and the other holding the couch for support. It has never been so difficult to stand straight, and you're thankful your mother's sleep is so heavy that she wouldn't wake up from your wails.

But your step-dad's sleep is as light as a cat's, and you don't hear his heavy footsteps or grumbles as he climbs down the stairs. He rubs the sleep away from his eyes and they widen the moment they lay on you. He's about to call your name until his eyes trail down to the dark patch on your jeans. He doesn't need to ask why you're crying so loudly; it's easy to tell you're under the influence, and well, it apparently makes you very emotional since you're so upset about peeing your pants.

But you're not exactly doing anything about it.

"Oh, it's okay," Jungkook coos and walks over to you to bring you into a light hug.

You snuggle your face into his loose white shirt and sniffle. "I didn't– I didn't mean to," you snivel. "I-I couldn't get to the," you inhale shakily, "b-bathroom on time."

"That's okay," he runs his fingers through your hair soothingly, equally disheveled as his. "Don't cry, sweetheart. It happens; it's not a big deal. We'll get you cleaned up."

"I-I ruined it!"

"The washing machine—"

"No," you whimper pathetically, "it's ruined. My denim—" your head rolls back along with your eyes to the back of your skull. You go limp for a few seconds, and Jungkook holds you tightly. Just as he's about to ask you if you're alright, you continue, "the denim is forever ruined!"

Stepping away from his clutches, you rub your palms against the knees of your jeans and then the damp crotch area. The crotch and knees feel different; it makes your face scrunch up in sorrow. "Never the same," you exhale in a trembling voice.

Jungkook watches you in surprise and amusement. You tend to be closed off around him, well in the past year that he's been married to your mother at least. It makes him feel guilty to like you better drunk—extroverted.

"We'll get you new jeans then," he tries to comfort, but you only shake your head.

"Feel it."

He sighs with a breathy chuckle and feels your jeans as you asked. He touches your pockets and then your crotch, practically cupping your heat. It's still warm with your urine and you pout at the look he gives you. You misinterpret it as disappointment, but it's a look of suppressing laughter. "Like I said, it's not a big deal. I'll wash it, okay? Your mother won't know."

You scoff and wipe your tears away. "Thank you. I-I'm very sorry, so sorry."

"Don't be. Let's go to your room," he slings his arm around your shoulder and walks you upstairs. You hold onto his waist and keep your gaze downcast.

Your hiccups don't cease when you face the door of your bedroom. He twists the doorknob and lets you enter first. With puckered lips and tear stains on your face, you wait for him to come after you. He does, and then turns away from you. "Hand your jeans over to me, okay? I won't look."

He hears you shuffling behind him, and you don't take long to place the tainted pants in his waiting open palm. Your feet don't stay planted on the floor and you eventually land on your bed. The bathroom is right behind you, but you can't muster the energy to sit up nor open your eyes. "My underwear," you mumble with the side of your face squished against the sheets.

At your indirect request, he cranes his neck and takes a peek at you. You're lying on your stomach and his eyes unintentionally travel to your ass. For being your step-dad, he thinks it to be okay for him to drink in this erotic sight. It isn't as if he's about to take advantage of a drunk girl, no less his step-daughter.

"You can't take them off?"

"Mm-mm," you shake your head.

He blows out a deep breath and stands before your feet. The sight of your wet panties isn't meant to be attractive, but it does get his stomach in knots. He grabs the edges of your underwear and asks you to lift your hips, which you do sluggishly. They're off within seconds and he picks up your jeans from the floor before aiming to exit. He has to get out and cleanse his mind of all his filthy thoughts from seeing your bare pussy two inches from his mouth. "Don't fall asleep before taking a shower first," he reminds with flushed cheeks and pushes the door open.

"Help me," you whine childishly before he can leave.

He sighs your name as if exhausted—reluctant.

"Please!"

As if it's not bad enough that he got a small glimpse of your pussy, now you're asking him to give you a shower while completely naked. He's trying to be respectful by keeping his focal point at bay, but your ass is still hanging out while you're on the verge of a tantrum.

"Oh God," he mutters to himself and pinches the bridge of his nose. He gives in.

After throwing your dirty clothes in the washing machine downstairs, he returns quickly so he doesn't catch you fast asleep. Thankfully you're still awake, but not so alert.

He warns you to keep your eyes open while he fills the tub in your bathroom. There's a water bottle on your bedside table, which he tells you to drink lots from until he's back. He throws in a pink bath bomb sitting on the edge of your tub so you can hopefully relax. Never has he seen someone be in such a childlike headspace after drinking.

But childlike doesn't fit the current scenario when he's lying under your naked body in his boxers in the bathtub because you seem to be a lot clingier when drunk. You don't move a lot, which is a plus, but your butt is pressed against his crotch, which doesn't make the situation any better.

"I'm sorry," you slur sleepily, "I really didn't mean to." He can pick up the strong scent of vodka lingering around you better in this position.

He tightens his arms around your shoulders with his hands clasped above your chest as he whispers, "Don't apologize, sweetheart. You won't remember this when you wake up, and I'll keep it a secret. Don't you worry about a thing."

"Why are you crying?" he asks softly when you start to sob again. It's a dry cry, and he's certain you don't know what you're doing yourself at this point.

"I can't do anything," you complain, "I'm so tired and-and I can't move."

He stays silent so you can comfortably babble on and on about nothing until you say, "Wash me. Please."

Jungkook lightly pecks your neck and eyes your tits before dipping his hands in the warm, pinkish water and scrubbing your shoulders. You sigh at his gentle touch, prompting him to switch to your knees. "My knees are not dirty," you grumble incoherently.

"Hm? You're not dirty?"

"I'm not dirty there."

"And you're dirty where?" He's teasing you, knowing exactly where you want to be cleaned, but that'd further agonize him with how little freedom his erection has under the tight restraints of his briefs. It wouldn't be appropriate of him to use you to get rid of it, but is it against the law to simply bathe you?

"Down," you vaguely murmur.

He can't see anything of your lower region from the courtesy of the blanket of colorful hue that the bath bomb transitioned to, which both annoys and relieves Jungkook. But his hand only listens to you as it trails down to your pelvis. "Here?"

You nod against his shoulder, and that's all the confirmation he needs to palm your vulva. You gasp and slightly jump before adjusting to the feeling of his hand. The adjustment proves to be futile when a small moan slips past your lips at his fingers grazing your labia.

“You want me to stop?”

“No, no,” you breathe with a shake of your head. “I want to be clean, otherwise no sleep.”

“That’s right,” he chuckles and starts running his fingers down your folds. Stopping at your clit, he starts to circle the hood to thoroughly give you the cleaning you desire so much. It isn’t with any ill intentions that he gently cups your pussy and moves it up and down while you squeak out moans without shame. After a few rubs and touches, he's confident there is no more remaints of your drunk mistake. “You’re clean now, love. Want to go to bed?”

“I’m not,” you whine loudly and hold his wrist to keep his hand in place. “I’m not clean,” you cry out and he knows you’re going to start sobbing again, which you do—except your volume might risk waking your mother.

He tries to hush you, but you don’t stop with the crocodile tears. “Baby, baby, look at me,” he pulls your face by your chin, but you escape his grip easily and continue with your tantrum. “I won’t clean you if you don’t look at me.”

With your newfound defiant attitude, it's with a few huffs and puffs that you finally face him and he silences your sniveling with a press of his lips. It's not a kiss in his defence; neither of you are moving your mouths, which he appreciates now that you've gone quiet.

Now that the risk of your mother waking is taken care of, his hand is on your hidden heat again. At this point, it's easy to tell you're not worried about being clean anymore. You aren't sleepy, though you keep your eyes closed from being in this intimate proximity with Jungkook, you're in need of a climax. It's a shame that he's in a similar state as you, but if you're drunk to the point of asking your step-dad to touch you, it wouldn't be clever of him to ask you to return the favor.

Despite his clear lack of vision, Jungkook is a human anatomy professor and he finds your clit and squeezes it between two fingers easily, not to mention he's already experienced in the sex field. Your lips part into a whine and he opens his mouth to swallow your sounds as he slowly rubs your clit.

You lean into the—now labelled as—kiss needily, and he lowers his hand to poke at your entrance with his middle finger. He stupidly peeks an eye open to see if he's located it correctly, but your subtle thrust is approval enough. He cautiously shoves it inside your tightness and uses his palm to continue pleasuring your sensitive nub, grabbing your tit with his other hand to play with your nipple.

"Oh God, hmmm," you moan against his lips and sloppily make out with him, smearing your slick saliva all over. He hums into you, unbothered by your raw affection as he thrusts his finger inside and pinches your nipple to get you to cum faster. He can't have you sobering up any time soon.

"Are you close, love?"

You murmur something in response, but it's not intelligible enough for him to understand, so he assumes you're at least getting somewhere. He quickens the pace of his thrusts, his palm against your clitoris; massages your boob more roughly and moves his mouth down to kiss your neck. As he's giving you a small love bite, your breathing turns into mere gasps with little broken moans. If he could, he would add a second finger to your pussy, but your clenching hole doesn't feel so ready when he curls his knuckle.

You clutch onto his hair, chanting, "I'm gonna pee again, I'm gonna pee again…"

"Try to hold it in, baby," he cuts in hoarsely without ceasing his movements. He does slow down when your legs start to shake and tremble, splashing the water as you do as he leaves calming pecks on your neck, collarbone, and a few on your lips. Not as a warning to lower your voice—your last moans are ones to savour—but to ride out your high. He has no idea if you did squirt in the tub, but he isn't going to take another shower to wash it down. He wants to feel it on his skin.

He can feel your pounding heartbeat under his hand as your body spasms and grinds on his erection. A moment of silence passes with your shaky inhales and exhales while he pets your hair.

When he feels you calm down, he asks, "Do you feel clean now?"

"Bed."

"Alright," he whispers and kisses your cheek. Your eyes are closed and he predicts you'll be fainting soon, so he pulls the plug with ease and waits for the water to drain before pulling you up by your pits. It's a bit of a struggle because of your slippery wet skin, as well as the water weight on you, but manages to get you out and immediately throws you on the bed. He grabs a towel hanging on the bathroom door and dries you before himself.

Jungkook considers himself an honorable man most of the time, but he can't refrain from jerking off to your naked body while you doze off. Like he said, you won't remember a thing, so it'll be his little secret as he releases on your tits with a groan. He wipes off the evidence of his unorthodox actions, pecks you and your pretty little pussy before dressing you in your pajamas.

He puts on his clothes and tucks you in before leaving your room with a quiet, "Good night, sweetheart."

All there's left to do is persuade you into doing this again while sober, because he didn't marry your wretched bitch of a mother after two months of meeting if not to have you all for himself. He doesn't mind letting you in on that one secret with time.

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