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zaceouiswriting · 6 months

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Easy corruption of the straight, Human Torch and Mister Fantastic (2)

Character: Johnny Storm x male reader, mentioned Dr. Reed Richard

Universe: Fantastic four/Marvel

Warnings: Heavy Smut, pain kink, degradation and more

Authors note: Hello guys! It's been a while, but I finally finished the second part of this request. Let me tell you something: it took much longer to finish this than I'm willing to admit. @innerpiratefun I hope you are happy with the second part and its length because I hope the final part will be shorter! :D

Johnny's warmth always makes you dizzy. He's so needy. Ever since you fucked him in his place, he's become a total slut. Always close to you, his hands never leaving your crotch, massaging your cock until you finally give him what he needs. No, craves!

But sometimes, you just couldn't be brought into a state of complete lust for him. You hit him more than once. He was hurt then, but much to your chagrin, he loves it as much as your gentle touch. To him, it was all just foreplay, a way to get what he wanted because if he didn't stop, you would still fuck him, just not the way he wanted.

"Damn, you're a stupid, easy whore, aren't you?" Your voice was hoarse as you hugged Johnny from behind in the kitchen. He hadn't touched you once all day. But his looks and almost ghostly touches over your sharp jaw, chiseled chest, or thighs drove you crazy.

It finally pushed you past the limit of your patience, and he knew it.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" His smug smirk was audible, but he tried to cover it with an innocent undertone, even going so far as to turn his head and stare at you with wide puppy eyes.

You, on the other hand, made it with his little game. With a speed and force that made it impossible for him to organize his thoughts, you banged his head on the marble countertop. Only to put one of his more flexible legs on it a second later. The pants he was wearing - which he wasn't allowed to wear because they were difficult to take off - were just another trick of his because they were so tight, leaving nothing to the imagination. They only existed to tease you anyway. It made him moan in excitement and ecstasy.

"Just like I thought: a stupid fucking whore, eager for my touch. So beautifully pathetic!" Wasting no time, you buried your already hard cock - which had popped out of the tightness of your pants - deep into Johnny's insides. "Ohhhh- shit! So damn good!”

Johnny was a mess once you bottomed out. His head was still on the counter sideways so you could look into his eyes. Which you've only been doing for about a month. For the longest time since you've been fucking his tight ass, you've been uncomfortable looking at him because while you love to fuck him, you're not in love with him.

Your heart is still captivated by the doctor who so recklessly had broken up with you.

Your hands were formed into fists and rested right at the end of his back, just above his peachy-sweet bottom, wrapped around you so tight and warm that he flattened his body against the cold countertop.

His eyes were glazed, his tongue stuck slightly out, and some spit slowly dripped from his open mouth. It became easy for you to fuck him completely stupid in a few moments now that you know how to fuck him. You know every sweet spot of his delicious body.

But Johnny also learned a lot. Even if his brain isn't working properly, he knows when to tighten his hole around your big cock so he can feel every throbbing vein inside.

Fucking the human torch hard and deep - that supposed womanizer - made you go wild after moments of his needy moans. He was butter in your hands, and you were using it to your full advantage, hammering him almost through the thick countertop. But as soon as you could hear the cracks, you pulled him back by his hair until his body was curved, making it easier for you to fuck even deeper.

Until you suddenly felt something strange. A sinking feeling, like someone was watching. You had to be careful. Only two more people lived in the shared apartment, and Ben could be heard moving. So as not to unsettle the pervert, you quickly increased the speed again, making it seem you had no idea someone was watching. You slammed into Johnny even harder, forcing him to moan so beautifully that, for a second, you forgot anyone was watching.

You pulled him flat against you, wrapped your forearm around his neck, and squeezed him. His moans subsided a little as not enough air could reach his lungs. "It's what you wanted. Isn't it? To be put back in your place by your Master… my little bitch.”

You kissed his cheek for the first time, and out of the corner of your eye, you could see Johnny blushing even more than he already was. Your other arm wrapped itself around his midsection, just above his rock-hard cock, not touching it because he didn't deserve any relief.

The intensity of those looks increased even more after your lips left Johnny's cheek. At this point, you were already caught the pervert's eyes without him noticing. Jealousy was evident in his warm brown eyes.

It got you smirking in victory. Knowing that the man watching you bang someone else still has feelings for you made you feel warm inside. Now all that was left to do was make sure he would stay that way for a while, hopefully forcing him to slip up sooner than later.

Just thinking about your sweet doctor almost threw you over the edge and fuck Johnny mercilessly. Just seconds before you were about to unload into his perfect little ass, you pulled out. It made your fuck toy whimper with dissatisfaction.

“Stop whining and get on your knees, whore!”

When the stability you had given him was gone, he fell to his knees - too weak and no longer able to support his weight. But you didn't care at that moment. You just grabbed his head and pulled him over your big cock, by his ears.

At first, you moved his head to satisfy yourself, but his mouth was just too good. It was so good, in fact, that you had to lean against the opposite countertop. He eagerly followed your cock without letting it leave his mouth even once. His tongue danced over the veins of your cock and your cock head and even tried to enter the slit.

That was too much for you. You placed both hands on the back of his head and pushed him down on your cock until you could see it bulging in his throat.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" You yelled loudly as you came straight down his throat, letting it flow down into his stomach. "Ohhhh... fuck!" you screamed again, quickly pulling your still-hard cock out of his mouth.

“God, your mouth is even better than your sweet ass... shit!” You ruffled his hair, chuckling. "Good boy."

He raised his head in less than a second. He immediately looked straight into your eyes while beaming with happiness. “Thank you, sir!” He said, stuttering. There was a bright smile on his face.

But you were pissed. Before he could ask what he did wrong, you grabbed him by his hair, held his head, and slapped him so hard that the echo bounced from wall to wall in the hallway, even a few seconds later.

Now his eyes glittered because of the tears welling up in them.

“Now let’s try again, okay? Because you're apparently so fucking stupid, it's ridiculous. What am I?"

“Si-” When he saw your hand raise again, his eyes widened. “Master. Master!”

A satisfied smile was back on your face, your hand gently stroking his now deeply red cheek with your visible handprint again.

"You learn quickly. At least that's something, considering you're useless in any other way than being my little toy, isn't it?"

Secretly, you were still angry that one of his attacks accidentally almost burned you alive when you were out in the field, which only increased your desire to make him do something he never thought he could or would do.

You grabbed his head up by his hair and pulled his head back as he stood in front of you again, forcing his mouth open with your other hand. You spat straight into his mouth. With gratitude in his eyes, he swallowed your spit without question.

“Now, be a really good boy and listen carefully.” Your hand that had held open his mouth down his back, and in the same movement, two fingers immediately plunged into his wide-open hole. "Now you go to your room, clean yourself from top to bottom, use lotion to make your skin even softer, and I want you to look your best than ever, hairstyle and everything. Then you will put the chastity device on your little cock and put on the harness, got it?”

His eyes widened even more than before, you knew he wasn't ready to become that kind of slut, but you didn't care, he's yours, and he needs to understand that his opinions and feelings are unimportant. But he nodded anyway.

“I understand, Master.”

His voice was quiet, but you loved it. You almost could go again, but you barely had the strength to hold yourself back.

Satisfied with his submission, you leaned forward until your lips were almost touching his. You could see the desire in his eyes as you stared at him, aware that a kiss was all he wanted. You used it as much as possible to get everything you wanted.

“And you won’t come at all. You won't touch your little cock at all. The only thing you're allowed to do is clean your dirty whore hole. If you are not pristine, I will punish you severely. Understood?”

Johnny nodded but remained silent.

Forcing some distance between the two of you again, you grabbed his head with your hand, moved it to his cheek, and slapped it gently.

"Good boy, now open your mouth."

As soon as you ordered, Johnny did so. You inserted the two fingers that were in his ass - full of your cum.

Laughing to yourself, you walked away, your hard cock wiggling in front of you, slowly becoming limp.

Johnny was left alone in the kitchen. As he slowly recovered from his high, he realized how dependent he actually was on you. His heart is full of love for you, but he has accepted that he is nothing more than a hole to you. He also knew that he had to keep you happy so that you would stay by his side.

The thought alone was more than enough for Johnny to do anything to keep you. It didn't matter what he needed to do as long as he could feel you.

He walked quickly into his room, aiming for his own bathroom, where he scrubbed his body completely clean. Afterward, he applied lotion to it and let it sink in. It made his body even smoother. Every hair on his body was gone except for the stubble on his face, which you told him you liked several times, turning his boyish charm into something more sexual. But his face also had a lot to do with that.

It took a while, several hours, for the cleaning to be fully completed. But finally finished, he stood before his bed and looked down at the chastity device. He knew you would want the key, which is why he hesitated to put it on.

His eyes wandered to the leather harness he had put on without thinking. Looking in the mirror opposite his bed, he was pleased with himself. He looked good, very good even.

His dick hung down. He touched it and wondered if it was really so small. In comparison to yours? Definitely. But other men? Women did nothing other than moan and scream his name. Just thinking about them made him hard.

At first, he thought nothing of it and even lazily jerked off a little. Until suddenly, a shiver ran down his spine. You could be anywhere if you wanted, and if he was honest, even though he's in love with you, he's afraid of you at the same time. Knowing that he wasn't that important to you and that you could easily get another toy to play with, he stopped his movements, turned around, and picked up the chastity device. With one last look in the mirror, his cock exposed, he wrapped the device around himself.

After that, he couldn't look in the mirror anymore. His gaze fell over the cage he now wore. It would take a while for him to accept his new reality, but if it meant keeping you to himself, he would live with it.

Just as the sun began to set, Johnny finally left his room, a robe hiding his nakedness from prying eyes. He went straight to your room and knocked. There was no sound coming from your room. You didn't ask him to come in or anything like that. But as he pushed down your doorknob, it opened slightly.

Confused and surprised, he watched as the door opened completely. When he looked inside, he couldn't see you. He walked into your room. After all, you had asked him hours before to be ready for you, which made him think you had left your door open for him.

***

After getting Johnny back into his place in the kitchen, you went to the gym, a public one. You never like to workout alone - sometimes it's necessary due to your powers - so you try to do your usual workouts in public gyms. Which sometimes even led to hot, steamy encounters in the shower. Johnny's ass is tight, tighter than any you've ever had, but to take a little more pressure off your balls, all you need is a good-looking fitness guy.

During your intense workout that made some of the most muscular guys blush with embarrassment, you suddenly felt like something was wrong. You tried to push the feeling away until you couldn't anymore.

You threw down the two hundred kilograms in your hands. So you picked up your towel and water bottle, anger radiating through you, not knowing why you walked out without showering first.

You walked out of the gym with all your stuff, strolled around a corner, and suddenly, you disappeared and reappeared in your shared apartment with the rest of your team.

As soon as you entered, you sensed that something was wrong - something was terribly wrong. You tripped over your feet as you ran. Quickly, you moved through the apartment. Going from room to room, opening every door you could find. That was until there was a noise behind you - just a few steps away - from behind a door you didn't open as it was locked, as always.

Emotions raced through your body, fear pounding through your heart at who it could be, anger that someone dared go in there, and madness at what that person could find.

Without thinking twice, you pushed your bedroom door open so hard that you slammed it against the wall, causing the handle to dig into the stone, rendering it useless until you pulled it back out.

Your eyes looked over your room. Nothing strange on the right, just your video game consoles, your PC, and all that good stuff. But when your gaze wandered to the left side, where your large bed was, your blood started to boil. Heat rushed through you like a vulcan.

“Get up!” you ordered Johnny, the anger evident not only on your face but also in your voice that boomed through the room.

Johnny was startled by your loud, demanding voice. He jumped off the bed and almost jumped into your arms. You forcefully grabbed his jaw and forced him to look up at you.

“Did I allow you to enter my room?” You looked threateningly at him, bloodlust evident in your eyes – something you had developed recently towards him since he accidentally attacked you on that one mission.

"No, I- Your door- it was open and I just thought-“

His difficulty forming a simple sentence annoys you even more. So much so that out of a reflex, your hand shot forward, grasping his throat. Johnny had to look down to meet your eyes for the first time.

“My door is never open!” You told him aggressively.

"I- I thought- thought- the same thing, but-" Now it was thanks to your hand that only a few words came out of his constricted throat.

You didn't believe a word he said. Most of the time, he just rails you up so you would punish him or simply fuck him stupid. But a few times, he does it to challenge you. He still had that idea that one day he might actually beat you, only to be thoroughly humiliated by you.

Both ideas made you even angrier, but eventually, you just let him fall to the ground. You didn’t even realize how long you had been depriving him of oxygen. Not until Johnny fell to the ground, like a sack of potatoes gasping for air.

“For once in your miserable life, make yourself useful and suck my cock. You can at least try to make me forgive you for this breach of trust!”

Johnny was too preoccupied with panting and gasping for air, so you took matters into your own hands by grabbing the back of his head and placing his mouth on your clothed cock.

“Stop being such a pussy,” you rolled your eyes in annoyance, disgusted by this display of weakness, “and open your mouth. I’m not going to make it easy for you, bitch!”

And as you told him, you pushed his mouth even closer to your hardening cock.

“Open up!” you hissed angrily. Finally, Johnny slowly opened his mouth. You quickly pushed his open mouth over your hardening dick. “Fuck, wider!” And he did. Groaning in satisfaction, you moved his head to the prominent bulge in your short gray sweatpants. “Want to taste my sweaty cock, boy?”

He was older than you, but you realized early on that it was the only right thing to say to a pathetic guy like him. That question alone was stupid, and you knew it. Of course, he loved it, like all the other straight guys before and during the time you used him.

"As soon as a real man comes along with a real monster cock, all your pathetic 'alpha males' womanizers by day turn into such eager cock sluts by night. It's just pathetic!" You mocked his former lifestyle with a big grin on your face. After all, you knew well that you ruined him for anyone else. He could never fuck a woman without having your cock on his mind and feeling inadequate.

Soon you pulled your cock out and stuffed his face full of it, not caring as he choked on it. You just kept pushing it in while holding his head in place until his gag reflex went away again. At this point, you've done it to him so many times that his body no longer reacts as aggressively as it did the first couple dozen times.

Your already sweaty body glistened with new beads of sweat as you pounded his head vigorously with your eyes closed, bathing in the excitement of the moment.

It was almost impossible to notice, perhaps because you were drunk with lust, but you saw something strange out of the corner of your eye as you opened them slightly. Out there in front of your open door, barely poking above the doorframe, you could see a pair of eyes staring at you and Johnny. The same eyes you've seen many times before when you fucked Johnny or someone else. Aside from those eyes, only a small piece of forehead was visible, making it impossible to be Ben. His boulder head, is far too prominent.

You have not faced those eyes or done anything to indicate that you have seen them. Instead, as planned, you turned Johnny around so that he was lying on his stomach, his face pressed deep into your mattress.

“I have to punish you because you just don’t seem to be learning,” you whispered in your toy’s ear.

With barely enough energy, he successfully turned his head, mouth still wide open.

"What do you mean?" he asked with fear in his eyes.

A rare smile appeared on your face. You gently caressed his cheek and dipped your thumb into his mouth, only to coat his lips with his own spit. But instead of answering him, you forced his head back into your mattress.

You told him to lie there and not move. He did it out of fear of you, not wanting to upset you any more than he already had. He could hear you rummaging around your room. It wasn't what he thought, though. You were making all those noises to make him suffer without being able to run or talk. You tried to pique his curiosity. You wanted him to move so you could punish him even harder.

Minutes later, while he was wiggling around, you finally came back to him and touched his shoulder, telling him silently to stay still. He immediately stiffened.

"I'm going to take off your robe now." Before you had finished your sentence, your hands were already on his robe, slowly pulling it off his perfectly smooth, hairless body.

As soon as the leather harness became visible, your mouth started watering.

“That’s exactly what I needed!” You moan loudly. Johnny grinned to himself when he heard the satisfaction in your voice.

But then it happened for the first time. A burning sensation ran through Johnny as he turned around in shock. He saw your grinning face, but your eyes were cast down. As he followed them, he realized the reason for this strange burning sensation: on his peachy ass, he could see a red, painful mark in the shape of your hand.

“Put your damn head back down!” you bellowed, scaring poor Johnny. With his head back where you wanted it, you found yourself staring at that delicious, toned, muscular body again. The leather showed off his muscles even more than before. Something you always missed about your handsome doctor was just that. submissivity.

Gently, your fingers followed his spine down to the leather belt of the chastity belt. There, you dig your fingers a little into his flesh so that they can get under the belt. With a swift motion, you pulled him a little closer to you. Eager to please you, he followed your movements instantaneously. But instead of having him on all fours like Johnny thought, you pushed him back down again.

“You’re too eager to please, boy. One of the reasons you’re just a pathetic little toy to me.”

The words echoed in Johnny's head. Everything else fell silent afterward, a humming drowning out every other sound. For a short moment, he even felt like he was leaving his body.

A snort from you was the first thing he heard again. With a sudden burst of anger, disappointment, and pain, he tried to move, to punch you in your 'stupidly handsome fucking face,' but he was unable to do so. His attempts to squirm free were unsuccessful.

"Stop moving so much. Otherwise, the next part of your punishment will be much harder than necessary!" you whispered darkly in his ear, sending another cold shiver down his spine.

Somehow, he found a way to look behind him while you distanced yourself from him. With horror in his eyes, he saw the paddle in your hand, and as soon as your eyes met his, he tried to get away again. But his bonds held him tightly.

It had only taken you that brief moment of him being far away in his mind to put handcuffs around his hands and tie them to his harness and chastity belt.

Without a word, the first collision of leather and skin was heard in the room and the adjacent hallway, echoing through most of the large apartment. It wasn't the place for such acts, but you had to get the spy's fascination to catch him.

Johnny tried to stay strong to impress you. But when the leather paddle with the wood inside landed on his skin for the third time, he screamed, a scream of pleasure and pain - something he never thought he would experience with you.

The fourth, fifth, sixth hit, and so on gave you the same honey-like sound you relish like nothing else. His skin was already red. When you touched it after the tenth time, the skin was already heated, but it wasn't enough for you.

There was only one thing you could do to satisfy your needs. Give Johnny another ten blows with the paddle across his deliciously red skin.

The eyes from the open bedroom door became more intense the more you spanked Johnny with the leather paddle, at least for a bit. But after a while, the intensity weakened.

So you had to do something else, so you threw the paddle away and pulled Johnny up in the same motion. His heated ass cheeks burned against your thigh. But you didn't leave it at that. You grabbed him hard by his hair and pulled his upper body backward. With his head resting on your shoulder, you place your other hand on his stomach and press him fully against your body.

Holding him there, you rested your chin on his shoulder. You moved your big cock lazily between his asscheeks that glowed like rubies.

“God, your ass is so fucking smooth and hot.” You moan lowly into his ear, nibbling on his earlobe. It elicited a moan from his throat, so deep and lustful that you wanted to ravage him then and there. You could only barely stop yourself from doing so.

“You know you're my favorite toy, right?” Suddenly, your voice was so soft that Johnny melted into your touch again. Just as gently, you stroked his cheek down to his neck, but suddenly, your hand touched the underside of his chin, gripping it rather forcefully. Slowly but not carefully, you forced him to look to the side so you could stare down into his pretty blue eye. “So pretty and all mine, isn’t that right?”

For a while, Johnny hadn't said or done anything. His mind was fuzzy, and his body was too weak to contain his feelings for you anymore. It wasn't until you gently slapped him that he returned from his dreamland.

“I’m all yours, sir.”

“You finally understood when to call me what. Interesting.” You licked your lips, feeling how dry they had become, as you still stared open-mouthed at Johnny’s blissfully contorted face.

Something had clicked in your head. Only for you to lean forward and kiss the tempting lips before you for the first time, you could tell that Johnny was more than surprised to feel your warm, wet lips on his own. Feeling his shocked eyes on you during the kiss you gave him with your eyes closed - as it should be - was more than enough satisfaction for you at that moment.

You opened your left eye a little for half a second. Seeing the burning anger in the spy's eyes only added to your satisfaction. Before anyone could notice what was happening, you were gone.

As you stood in Reed's room, you saw his body, with his pants at his ankles and his hand furiously jerking himself off. His rather sizable cock twitched under his warm touch.

As you grinned down at his body, with his head out of the open door, you felt even more satisfaction knowing that you were irresistible to the older doctor. You slowly touch his shoulder with your left and let it slide down his bare skin down to his crotch while you massage his lean body with your other hand.

How he didn't immediately notice that something was going on was above you, but you were having fun until it would finally happen. You grasped his hand with your larger hand, effectively helping the doctor jerk off.

The man had never moved so quickly before. He pulled his head back at tremendous speed. Your grin never faded. From where you stood, you could see and hear him gulp loudly before finally turning towards you.

“Hey, doctor. Did you like the show?” you asked him teasingly. To your dismay, he tried to look away in shame. But you didn't let that happen. You grabbed his head and forced him to look at you. “Don’t you fucking dare look away from me!” You growled at him. He looked up at you in disbelief. “I’ve had it with you! You won't kneel for me? Okay, but then don’t fucking spy on me if I have someone who does it in your stead!”

A second later, the two of you were in your bedroom. Johnny was still lying on his stomach, head tilted to the side, waiting for you.

“What a good boy!” you said softly.

Your voice made Johnny look over to you. His smile faded as he saw Dr. Richards at your side. He struggled to his feet, trying to hide his beautiful naked body.

“Lie back down!” You ordered him. Without protesting, Johnny did as he was told.

You looked back at Reed with a superior grin. “I know how much you’ve always wanted his beautiful, smooth body. But it wasn't you who tamed him, but me.”

His head was red with embarrassment. How you could find out that he had always longed for Johnny, even when his late wife was still alive, was a mystery to him. The only thing worse was that you had Johnny and not him and that Johnny had you and not him. He always wanted both you and Johnny for himself. Now, he was on the outside, and his two crushes were intimate with each other.

But what could he have done? He wanted to have you on your knees and pleasure him, but he knew you would never do such a thing. He didn't know back then. He thought you would come around and see that he deserved to be worshipped and you should be his loyal follower, but when the rumor reached him that you were a steel top, never even letting anyone near your behind, he had to distance himself from you.

“Sit down, Reed. You’ll watch me destroy my little toy, and after I pump my cum into his holes, we can speak further.”

In a daze, he did as you told him. Not for reasons of superiority, at least that's what he told himself, but because you knew the truth. When he sat down, his hands were already around his cock again, tugging away furiously.

“Oh, and you won’t touch your cock!” You told him warningly. His hands were immediately on the arms of his chair. "Good boy."

When Reed heard this nickname, which was condescending to him, he slowly came to his senses and realized what was happening. The humiliation he felt increased when he realized he enjoyed being bossed around by you. It destroyed the image he had of himself. His eyes fell on his aching cock, which was now twitching even worse from just your order.

With a smug smile, you didn't take your eyes off Reed as you effortlessly plunged your massive cock into Johnny's loose hole. You showed just a second of joy, with your eyes slightly closed, a happy smile on your face as your head fell back into your neck. But after that second, your smug smile reappeared, but you kept your head at that angle and turned to look at Reed again.

Dr. Richards was harder than he had ever been in his life. A thick vein pulsed on the side of his cock. It fascinated you, but you still smugly told yourself Reed was smaller than you in length and girth.

With your arms behind your head, you sloppily fucked your little toy, not really caring how he felt about it. But his soft moans and pitiful gasps were all you needed to know.

“You want to see me destroy him?” You asked Reed, your voice dripping with arrogance.

Even though Reed nodded his head, you didn't change anything. Disappointed, the doctor almost burst into tears of frustration because you hadn't done what he wanted to see.

“Come on, Reed. I want to hear it.” You teased him further. Your smug smile grew even wider.

“What do you mean?” he asked you, barely able to speak because of a lump in his throat.

You could only scoff and wonder how dense a man with an intelligence like his could be.

"Call me what you've always wanted to call me." A panicked look crossed Reed's face. "The name you call me in your dirty dreams!"

Without touching himself, Reed suddenly came like a fountain, painting his slender body with his own cum. It was just too much for him. He gasped, his muscles gave out, and his eyes rolled back into his head.

“Open your eyes, little bitch!” Reed, even though he had just cum, forced himself to get himself back together. “Good. If you cum again without my permission, I will punish you too, understood?”

“Yes, sir!” he murmured quietly, not realizing what he was saying.

But you heard it, and it made you grin because it made it official that you were superior to the other man who considered himself a dominant top.

As soon as you heard the title, you knew you would force Reed to call you by it forever. Railed up by the situation, you grabbed Johnny's muscular waist with both hands and rammed into him like a wild bull, making your toy scream in pleasurable agony. You pulled him off your cock until your cockhead was visible. Before you could feel the cold air on it, you fucked back into him. This made Johnny moan like a bitch in heat.

For a while, you were using Johnny as your personal fleshlight, but when you suddenly move a little, your cheap little whore screams and cums without your permission.

“You stupid bitch!” you shouted, your voice full of anger as your foot stomped angrily on his head. “Can’t even contain the pathetic lust inside you!”

Pulling on the leather harness with one hand while still pinning him with your foot on his head, you fucked him so hard that his eyes rolled back in his head. At this point, you were panting and had to keep from cumming yourself.

Even though you really didn't want to, you slowly pulled out of his burning wet hole. His hole glistened in the light of your precum, begging for you to fuck him. Johnny even went as far as to squeeze it to make it more tempting, but you weren't done with his punishment yet.

You stood upright between your toy's spread legs and told Reed to come closer, and when he came within reach, you grabbed his shoulder and placed his left hand on Johnny's perfect round ass.

In your dizzy state, you teleported all three of you to a place you kept hidden from everyone, even those lucky enough to be taken there by you.

Your blue room: Your playroom, with everything your dirty heart desires. Even though you call it one room, it is actually multiple rooms.

Once you get there, you let go of the other two. You could tell Reed was dizzy. He leaned forward, almost showing you the meal he had eaten not an hour before.

All the while, Johnny fell to the ground with a loud thud that made you cringe and smile simultaneously.

“Reed, pull yourself together.” Grumbling, the man straightened his back again. “Pick Johnny off the floor and put him on the bed!”

"Yes, sir!" he murmured as quietly as he could. The fact that he would be so easy to take down left you unsatisfied. You wanted to slowly dismantle him piece by piece and then rebuild him like you wanted him to be, as you did with Johnny. But someone else did it before you, which upset you a little.

Reed just stood before Johnny, obviously not knowing how to touch Johnny, which is why you had to do it yourself. You grabbed him by his leather harness and pulled him up effortlessly while Johnny could only groan slightly in discomfort. You walked around the bed and threw him carelessly onto it, but when he landed face up, you groaned in annoyance. Only for a second, though, because when you saw his drunken, lustful face with his tongue sticking out and even a little saliva dripping from it, you let your anger disappear and replace it with untold amounts of lust of your own.

“Turn him over and place all the handcuffs around his limbs. I’ll get the equipment!”

Although you could see the confusion on Reed's face, you ignored him just before heading to a hidden door. When you come back into the room, you roll a cart with lots of different tools laid out, hung, or somewhere in between so you can choose.

"Long or short whip?" You asked the other man, deep in thought. You wanted to whip Johnny as hard as possible with the long whip to reach a larger area. But the long whip was hard to handle, so maybe the short whip would be better for Reed's first time. Before the other man could answer, you had already given him the short whip. "I don't think you've ever used one of these, so let's start smaller."

Looking down at his still-open cock and then at yours, Reed immediately understood the backhanded comment.

Seeing the angry look in his eyes, you warned him not to try to attack you because of his bruised ego if he didn't want to suffer more punishment, maybe even similar to what Johnny was going through now.

He swallowed hard and let the whip down a little. As his mind became clear again, his position began to falter again. He was inferior to you in every way, and he knew it. He had even given you his pride, so why was he so angry? Maybe it was because he's a man, a stud no less, as many women assured him, and not like Johnny, a mindless slut who will do anything to be satisfied by a big cock.

And yet, every time he looked over at your monster, he felt a tingling sensation in a place he didn't even know he could feel something like that.

He pushed those wishes and thoughts aside and positioned himself behind Johnny, who was already prepared by your big cock. Johnny lay on a cube, but only with his stomach and chest, while his head had to be held up using his own strength. His ass was visible - his wide open, gaping hole, still wet with your precum, trying to tempt the doctor now.

“Don’t even think about his hole. Maybe I'll let you fuck him later, but only if you were a good boy.“ You move behind Dr. Richards. He immediately froze, not daring to move a single muscle as you wrapped an arm around his chest while, with your other hand, you grabbed his arm that held the whip, your lips slightly higher than his ears. “Can you be that for me, Reed? A good boy?”

"Yes-Yes, sir!" Reed said suddenly, breaking another part of his pride.

“What?“

“I-I can be a good boy for you, sir,” he told you, quieter this time, not yet ready to fully accept his sudden devotion to you. But deep down, he knew that this was all he ever wanted to do. Since the day you've tried to pop his cherry, to ravage him and making him scream your name into a dark, silent night. But he wasn't willing to show you his weak side because he always thought that wasn't what he was supposed to be.

You guided his hand and hit Johnny with Reed's hand first while the man was still deep in thought. The sound of the leather hitting Johnny's skin snapped him out of his head. His eyes widened in shock as he saw the deep red stripe across his gorgeous reddish ass.

“It's delicious, isn't it? The sound of Johnny trying to suppress a scream of pleasured pain and the red streak shows off his ass even more.”

Before Reed could react, you guided his arm again and whipped Johnny a second time, a third, and a fourth time. Never in the same place because you didn't want to break his skin. You perfectly hit always go either over or under the other streaks, giving the impression that you've paddled Johnny instead of whipping his lovely butt.

While guiding Reed's hand, you lazily moved your massive cock up and down between his ass cheeks, smearing it with your precum. At some point, you bit his shoulder because of the extreme desire that had built up inside you. Reed, to your shock, moaned in absolute ecstasy.

"You're not much of a top after all, are you?" You chuckled darkly in his ear. The hand that had guided his hand was now on the lower part of his stomach. "Imagine how nice it would feel for me if I could feel my cock right here like I do with my toy over there."

Despite all the lust growing within you and Reed, the older man was able to break free from you. Shock was visible on your face for the first time as you looked into his eyes.

“I’m not a slut like him!” he expressed with much conviction.

However, all you could do was smile. You took a step forward, and he took a step back. This continued until the bed was at the back of his knees. When he felt it, he was so shocked that he fell onto it. You place your hand gently under his chin, forcing him to look back up at you and not stare at your hard monster in front of him.

"Of course, you're not a slut like my toy because you're so much more to me." You caress his cheek, leaning down and kissing him softly, biting his bottom lip and tugging it gently as you straighten your back.

Smugly grinning down, you saw now absolute devotion in his eyes.

„Now open your pretty mouth. I don't want to hurt my toy by going back in dry.“

Holding your massive cock in your right hand, you brought it up to his lips, his eyes still looking into yours. With your left hand on the back of his head, you pushed his head closer. Automatically his lips opened just a little bit, enough for your cockhead to get in. But even this was already too much for him, as you could feel his teeth scraping over your sensitive head.

Instead of pain, it send a rush of excitement down your spine, knowing you were big enough to fill this man's big mouth out. Neither of you broke eye contact as you slowly used his mouth for your own pleasure.

Even after minutes, you could hardly get more than the glans in. You started getting impatient and tried to force more into his mouth, but you couldn't. His gag reflex was just too strong.

“Fuck, you’re useless!” Hard you pulled his head from your cock and pushed him away.

You climbed over the bed to Johnny's head and shoved your cock in just as hard. As you felt his mouth around your cock and, shortly after, the root against his face, you were in heaven. “God, yes, that’s the shit!” You moaned loudly.

You soon pulled out of Johnny's warm mouth and moved to his ass, where Reed was still sitting on the bed, wide-eyed.

"If you're going to sit there like a pathetic little cuck, pay close attention to how you fuck someone!" A mischievous grin on your face as Reed's face reddened immensely.

In one singular, quick movement, your massive cock disappeared into Johnny's eager, loose hole. Your toy moaned deeply, causing you to give him a nice slap on the back of the head, only for you to grab him by the hair and pull him up, making him groan in slight pain. Your other hand quickly moved to his throat, almost entirely encircling it, but because that wasn't enough, you had to let go of his head to wrap it around his neck as well. Fully enclosed, you pulled him further back, flat against your own hard body. You not only had control over the speed at which you effortlessly returned him to his empty state of mind, but you also had his life in your hands with your hands squeezing his throat.

“You would look perfect with a choke collar so I could choke you whenever I want. That should be your main thought, shouldn’t it?”

Johnny could only nod, almost completely gone. He didn't have to speak or even try to. You could feel it in the way his hole tried to clench around your cock, but also because of his special spot that you intentionally penetrated whenever you pulled out and pushed in again.

As you lazily fucked into your lovely, wet toy, Reed's eyes were glued to the point where the two of you collided. Looking over at him, you winked, only for you to suddenly start to fuck your toy like a machine. You rammed into him like there was no tomorrow. For minutes you fucked like this. You just wanted to finally cum and start the next phase of your plan.

Feeling your balls tighten, you prepared yourself for the orgasm of your life as beads of sweat streamed down your face. All too suddenly, as you prepared, your body couldn't take it anymore. Pumping like a fountain, you filled the delicious hole around your hard cock. Your lips between your teeth, you tried to stifle your moans even though your eyes were already rolled back in your head, only for it to escape muffled and broken.

It took a while before your body stopped spasming, but as it did, you fell onto Johnny’s back, and with him together, you fell to the bed, almost entirely hiding the once exceedingly muscular man. He was still muscular but not as big anymore, but still nicely tight and juicy.

Still breathing heavily, your eyes slowly wander to the first man you wanted in your bed. “Reed, come over here!” You ordered him.

For a moment, nothing happened. Your eyes were on the doctor the whole time. In his eyes, resistance. You mockingly straighten your back and painfully slowly pull your big cock out of the loose hole. Johnny moaned so deliciously. But as soon as your cock was out, he started whining like the slut he had become, thanks to your guiding hand.

You slid off the bed and stood strong and tall in front of the doctor. His eyes focused on both the giant cock hanging between your legs and your cum flowing out of Johnny's tight little ass.

As you walked around the chair Reed sat in, you crouched behind him. One of your arms wrapped around his neck.

“I’m sure Johnny would love it if a talented tongue fucked his ass and helped him get all the fluid out of him,” you whispered softly in his ear, sending shivers down his body, “And if Johnny is happy with you, I’m sure he’d love another cock in him too.”

It didn't take long to feel the resolve breaking in the handsome older doctor. But when he got up, you had to stop him from falling back and even help him walk over. All that confidence he showed before was gone. He was butter in your hands.

Not so secretly, you felt his ass up, groaning internally, only wanting to show him that the two of you could have been a couple all along by showing that you were the man from the start. But you had to be careful not to overwhelm him.

But to your utter surprise, he was already spreading Johnny's butt cheeks as his hands touched the soft bed, giving you a pang of jealousy. You watch with fiery rage as Reed dives in without a second thought, licking Johnny's loose hole and fucking him with his long tongue. But worse? It sounded like his tongue was more talented than yours because Johnny almost screamed with overwhelming arousal. You watch, steaming with anger, standing next to it. The only reassurance was Johnny moaning your name, but that didn't help much.

It was hard to contain your anger because you didn't want to let Reed slip through your hands again.

So you watched Johnny lose his mind as Reed fucked his smooth ass with his long, pointy tongue. Again and again. Realizing that Reed's face and mouth were filled with your potent cum, pure satisfaction came over you, so hard that it was almost too much for you.

It brought a sly smile to your face and new blood pressure to your cock. It wasn't the scene itself, though. You had long since lost the ability to appreciate other people having sex. For this reason, you take every opportunity to empty your balls several times a day, and because, since you got your powers, you produce cum at an extreme level, so much so that you would probably never run out, even if you fuck a hundred holes a day.

You were only absent for a moment, but when you returned, Reed already had his cock between Johhny's cheeks. He moved his cock back and forth in between them as his precum smeared his already wet hole.

You gently place one of your large hands on the doctor's ass and lean against him.

“I allow you to fuck him.”

As you told him this, he stared deeply into your eyes, and without looking down, he slid into the ass in front of him - Johnny's hole was loose enough - but to Reed's surprise, he fell onto the younger man's back as his cock completely disappeared into his hole with ease.

“Fuck!“ Reed moans loudly.

“I have never heard such dirty words from you. I like it!” you whispered seductively. You were so close to him, one of your knees on the bed between his legs, as you leaned down to his ear.

Meanwhile, with the hand still on his ass, you began kneading it more and more aggressively, sending immense pleasure through you.

Reed was so overwhelmed that he didn't move since his cock disappeared into Johnny's ass.

“Come on, fuck him before the bitch starts whining again!”

It was hard for the older doctor to push himself up or move, but with a little help from you, he got to a point where he could slowly fuck the hole that seemed to be aggressively sucking him in.

His slow movements quickly became faster and harder. You knew this was the right moment to do what you had planned. As you whisper encouraging words in the doctor's ear, you also slide your other hand down his muscular back, down to his butt, and even through his crack.

Reed shuddered under your touch and immediately turned his head towards you.

“Shhh... shhh... shhh, everything is fine. You finally put your cock in Johnny's sweet hole, remember? We both know how much you wanted to fuck him even when you were married to his sister, so enjoy it now, okay?”

It wasn't a question. But he still wanted to argue. So you had no choice. You took both hands from his ass, cupped his face, and kissed him. Not just any kiss, but one that undoubtedly showed him who was in charge in this relationship.

When you parted, you could see Reed's eyes unfocused, drunk with all the pleasure he was feeling, almost as helpless as Johnny whenever he saw you.

“Now enjoy your victory,” you said to him.

He finally let himself do what he always wanted without any further inhibitions. He began to brutally fuck the young man, finally receiving the loud moans he had always dreamed of.

But you? You became angrier than ever when you heard Johnny moaning for anyone but you, even if it was your name that fell from his sinful lips. Even though that was always your plan, you couldn't stop yourself from getting furious.

So after you pulled Reed into another kiss, this time he had a submissive attitude towards you, which tempered your pride a bit. Not enough to dissuade you from your new plan, though.

The kiss only lasted a moment before you pushed his face forward again.

Immediately after, you trailed kisses from his neck to his ribs, down to the mountain of an ass he had hidden for so long. You couldn't resist any longer and bit into the smooth, warm flesh. A sudden loud moan erupted from the endless groans coming from Reed's soft lips.

You took it as an invitation. You dove in nose first and licked his sweet, tight hole with your big tongue. But what shocked you was that it was sparkling clean. There wasn't even the slightest smell of anything unpleasant. Did he wash there? Did he go further? You would only find out if you go deeper.

You did this by pushing the tip of your tongue through the confinement. Not only did it feel washed, but it also tasted sweet. Either he planned this, or he's just a clean freak. The latter felt more like Reed.

Soon you pulled the tip back out and marveled at the roundness of the ass you had wanted to fuck for years. You can finally break him down, showing him where he truly belongs, and this time, you won't let him get away! Even if he started fighting, it would be too late by now.

As you slapped his ass cheeks pretty hard, he groaned loudly and pushed himself deeper into your toy. Johnny, by extension, also moaned louder as Reed's cock plunged deeper into his bowels, molted by your massive cock.

You enjoyed kneading his ass since it was big, he obviously, he had been training it for a while.

Your eyes never left his hole. You massaged it with your thumb, trying to get in, but he was too tight. You didn't have the patience to open it slowly. Anger still boiling in your stomach.

But you didn't want to break him either because he needed to enjoy his first time and remember who had taken away his last innocence. He had to become addicted to your touch, and by God, you will do whatever it takes to force him to worship you.

Even though your anger was dangerously close to wanting to kill the entire city, you went back in, tongued his hole, licking it and plunging deeper and deeper into him, lubricating it until you could finally push your index finger slowly in. As soon as the tip of your finger released the tightness, an airy moan escaped Reed's open mouth. You began to watch his face as he looked back, his eyes shining.

One of his hands ran through your hair, holding you lightly in place and wordlessly telling you not to stop. You grinned widely, knowing you had him where you wanted him.

You stuck a second finger in him and a third a few minutes later, searching for something with your middle finger, and soon you found what you were looking for. With a few masterful thrusts of your finger against his prostate and a few strokes of his cock inside Johnny, Reed poured his seed into Johnny, moaning like a slut. His hole was shaking, as was his whole body.

Seeing him completely fall apart, falling onto Johnny's back, made your cock hard like never before.

Before you knew it, you had jumped up and positioned yourself over Reed, who was still trying to catch his breath with your cock in your hand. You couldn't hold back any longer. You had your first taste of him. And now you need to have the whole meal before you go insane!

Without a second thought, you held your cock head against his too-tight hole. He wasn't properly prepared, but you didn't care. After all, he needed to be punished after you had to work so hard to get him into your bed!

You placed one of your hands on his back and pushed him and Johnny harder into the bed. So he couldn't escape when you finally broke him in.

You slide your cock head over his hole a few times, smearing your pre-cum over it, hopefully making it a little more slippery.

You gripped your cock tighter and pressed it harder against Reed's tightness. But you didn't break through. Annoyed by the situation, you applied even more pressure. You didn't even care about the strange noises coming from Reed. His face was hidden by Johnny's back anyway.

You pressed and pressed, but the first ring wasn't budging. Your tip was seemingly just too large. Stopping your aggressive attempts to break him in, you leaned back for a second, thinking of another way to get what you wanted. Only to suddenly lose your balance and barely be able to hold yourself upward by putting your other hand on Reed's back before crashing onto it.

Confused, you looked around for the reason for your sudden movement. You didn't even realize your tip had broken through Reed's rings of muscle, opening up a new world and meaning of tightness. But how could it be that you didn't feel it right away? Now that you were aware of it, you could feel the extreme tightness and heat, but it should have invaded your mind and rendered you unable to think clearly.

All thoughts vanished from your mind as you could feel Reed's heat sucking you in deeper. “Fuck it,” you thought to yourself as you violently bottomed out.

With your entire massive cock now buried deep in Reed's ass, you had to stop for a second and calm yourself from immediately cumming deep into his bowels. But his obscene moans made it almost impossible for you. You've never broken into such a tight hole before. Not even Johnny's, since you prepared him well.

The thing was, though, Reed apparently loved it too because there wasn't the slightest discomfort in his moans, just pure pleasure.

You exhaled sharply, the air tickling Reed’s skin. It elicited another moan from him.

As you looked down at the slutty, moaning doctor, you couldn't take it anymore. With aggressive thrusts, you pull your cock almost all the way out and ram it back in even harder. Their smooth, rough rhythm, which seemed endless, was so fast that you wondered how you kept it up for even a minute.

You started fucking him like a beast, getting more brutal with every passing moment. Both of your hands dug deep into his waist as you held him right there. His entire upper body swayed in all directions. Whenever you saw his face, it was relaxed, his eyes glossy with passion.

He looked almost as good as Johnny. But somehow, the magical feeling you once had was no longer there. The thrill of dating another man similar to you was gone now that Reed was broken, shaking, and drooling under your statue, impaled by your dominating cock.

That doesn't mean you hated it. It was all different now. Almost the way you felt with Johnny. Like he became your toy. Your toy. But Johnny was already your boy, your stress reliever. You would protect him from everything and everyone. But what exactly would Reed be?

You didn't have to think about it for long. You felt the same way about Reed. After all, his previous strong, dominant exterior had crumbled, revealing what he always was: a slut. A hole only you can use!

Your body became damp because you couldn't stop fucking the man you always wanted to be with. And now he wasn't the only one.

When you think of Johnny, your eyes suddenly dart over to him. His eyes were barely open, a wide grin on his face. You pulled one of your hands away from Reed's waist and gently caressed Johnny's cheek. He immediately went into the warm, familiar touch. It made your heart beat faster.

Suddenly the image of Johnny and Reed kneeling side by side in front of you, wearing jockstraps and enjoying the taste of your cock, came to mind.

That was too much for you. With an animalistic groan, you cummed into Reed's bowels. Pump after pump, you shot into him, marking him as yours, just as it always should have been.

Out of sheer exhaustion, you fell onto his back and pushed Johnny even deeper into the mattress than he already was.

“Shit!” you muttered, excited for what the future would bring you. After all, you already have two sluts who will surely do anything to get your attention.

Reed and you were breathing heavily. The whole time, Johnny just smiled. When you placed your hand between Johnny and Reed, exhausted but curious, all you could feel was hot cum between them. You must have pulled Reed's cock out of Johnny's wide-open hole, and he came again.

You chuckled and pushed yourself off Reed, almost crawling out of bed because the exhaustion was deep in your bones. You stretched a little while standing. Prepare to teleport all three of you back to your apartment.

That was until a sudden dizziness hit you, and you swayed from side to side.

“Shit,” you mutter under your breath, “Not now!”

But before you could even try to steady yourself, you fell to the ground, the world spinning faster and faster until you fell unconscious.

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ugh-yoongi · 1 year

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your hand is touching mine and i can't stop myself from taking it & Yoongi

thank you for the request! i've had this sitting in my drafts forever, so it gave me an excuse to finish it (and why it's so long dgkjd one day i will learn what a drabble is). i hope you enjoy it. <3

i call this yoongi's romantic comedy of errors.

pairing: yoongi x f. reader

genre: friends to lovers, miscommunication, fluff/comedy

warnings: reader is taehyung's sister, they're coworkers, yoongi is really bad at asking people out on dates someone pls help our boy, some swearing. this was long and i was too lazy to edit it, so if you see any mistakes no you didn't.

wordcount: 2100

taking valentine's day drabble requests here ♡

Yoongi reaches for his wallet, cheeks aching from hours spent laughing.

He’s glad he did this—took a chance, asked you out properly. There’s none of the usual awkwardness that comes along with nights out, none of the dread of having to turn someone down, none of the guilt. No, this had gone well. Better than he ever could’ve imagined, and instead of preparing his trademark I had a great time, but… speech, he’s trying to figure out how to ask you out again without being a floundering, incompetent mess.

But then you reach for your wallet, too, and Yoongi—

“What are you doing?” he laughs, aiming for casual.

It works. You laugh softly, quirking an eyebrow. “Getting my card so we can split the bill.”

The words are out of his mouth before his brain can catch up. “What? I can’t let you pay on a—”

Everything comes to a screeching halt. A record-scratch moment. Because he finally figures out what’s going on, sees the way your eyes widen in panic at Yoongi calling this a date. Surely, he’d been clear enough when he asked you to dinner. He had to have been. He distinctly remembers wearing his best shirt into the office that day. He’d even worn the expensive cologne—the one he’d carefully rationed because you’d complimented it before and he didn’t want it to run out before he got a chance to use it properly.

No, he couldn’t have been that dumb. Still—he wracks his brain, tries to remember how he’d worded it, except now he’s in survival mode and everything’s coming up blank. So he does the only thing he can think of—“I can’t let you pay for your birthday dinner.”—and lies.

What a fucking idiot.

“Yoongi,” you say slowly, like you’re talking to the idiot he most definitely is. “My birthday isn’t for another four months.”

The laugh he forces out can only be described as a hellish witch cackle. “I know that,” he insists, “but I just figured why not, you know! Who says you can’t take your friends to birthday dinners four months early?”

You’re nearly stunned into silence. “But this isn’t even our traditional birthday dinner restaurant.”

“I wanted to try something new,” he answers, even though it comes out more like a question. He had wanted to try something new, and look where that’s gotten him. “Hoseok said this place was nice.”

“Yeah, but Hoseok’s been with his partner for eighty years.”

Yoongi’s laugh is pained, now. No more witch cackle, just the dying wheezes of a man running out of excuses and time. One of his favorite things about you is how smart and unwilling to put up with bullshit you are. A week ago, he never would’ve entertained being on the receiving end of it, but now it’s all he can do to tread water. “Oh, really?” he asks, playing stupid. “I didn’t think this place had, like, partner vibes.”

“There’s a little candle on the table,” you deadpan. “There’s a woman in the corner playing a violin. It absolutely has partner vibes.”

“Maybe I just wanted to splurge?”

Your stare is pointed, gaze full of suspicion. “Did you, now.”

There’s a moment where the light breaks through the clouds. Clarity, and Yoongi doesn’t make the same mistake twice. You’re not buying anything he’s selling, so he’s not going to force it. This wasn’t a date for you. He’ll tuck his tail between his legs and take the loss, and it’ll hurt, sure, and it’ll be one of those things that keeps him up at night years into the future, the embarrassment agonizing, but keeping your friendship intact is more important.

So he just sighs. Hands your credit card back to you and ignores your protests. “Of course I did,” he answers. Tries handing the envelope with just his card inside to a passing waiter, but you throw your arm into the aisle to stop him.

“Quit playing with me and tell me what’s going on,” you snap. “You’re being weird and I don’t like it.”

The waiter side-steps your arm and says, “Please unhand me, ma’am.”

(God, Yoongi’s going to have to triple his tip.)

“Shut up, Taehyung, I’m not even touching you.”

(Quadruple it, by the looks of it.)

Taehyung just sighs. “Fuck you, dude. I didn’t bother you the entire time you were on your date, and now you wanna mess with me when I’m just trying to cash out and go home.”

Yoongi says—“Oh, do you know him?”

—at the same time you say, “He’s my broth—what do you mean my date?”

Taehyung looks at you the way you’d looked at Yoongi. “Do you know where you are right now?”

You snap your fingers. “Because it has partner vibes, right?”

“Definitely has partner vibes,” Taehyung agrees. “There’s little candles on the tables.”

You turn to Yoongi. “I told you!” All he can do is shrug. Candles aren’t really his thing, mostly just ambiance, so what does he know.

Taehyung looks between the two of you, clearly running numbers in his head. How to not lose his tip, probably, or maybe envisioning what Yoongi would be like as a brother-in-law. No, wait—

“Okay, I’m gonna go. This is really weird and you’re both very stupid. Bye.”

You roll your eyes. “Yoongi’s just—”

“I literally do not care who my sister is dating! It’s none of my business!” Taehyung calls over his shoulder, much to Yoongi’s horror and the dismay of the rest of the patrons.

Once he’s gone, the two of you sit in awkward silence. He’s surprised you’re sticking around. The night has turned into an absolute shitshow, and Yoongi wouldn’t blame you a bit for leaving, though the fact that you haven’t has him hesitantly optimistic. Maybe he can salvage this, figure out a way to explain the miscommunication in a way that doesn’t sound condescending, because I’m sorry I thought I asked you out properly makes you sound like a dunce who can’t comprehend when they’re being asked out properly.

What a mess.

It’s not until Taehyung returns with his card, he’s tipped 50%, and he’s moving to put on his jacket do you speak. “Was he right?”

“Your brother?” Yoongi asks reflexively. You nod and his palms get all sweaty. “Um. I’m not really sure how to answer that.”

You snort. “Honestly, for a start.”

“I—okay,” he acquiesces. “Maybe not here, though. People are still staring and it’s making me want to throw up.”

The two of you move to his car. He turns it on and lets it idle, turns on your seat warmer and the heat because it’s cold outside and he’s already sweating buckets so what difference does it make. He’s got the anxiety shakes, anyway. And it’s not lost on him that this is new, too. Before, the two of you always met up in the city. Separate cars, separate ways. He’d picked you up tonight. Right at seven, just like he’d said, so he can’t figure out where everything had gone sideways.

“Okay, I’m just gonna—I did think this was a date,” he says. Feels good to get it out there, he supposes, but the way your jaw drops doesn’t make him feel too great.

You snap it shut. “Oh. Okay.”

He picks at his dress pants. He knows the fabric is expensive but not what it is. The salesperson at the store said it was one of their best and the charge on his card confirmed it. He’d bought three-million won pants for a date and he’d managed to fuck it all up. “Yeah. Sorry.”

“For what?”

“Huh? What d’you mean for what. For thinking it was a date when it wasn’t.”

Friendships have survived worse, right? There’s a guy who works with both of you who divorced his wife of ten years and they still go on vacations together all the time, so the two of you are going to be fine. Shit, would Yoongi be able to go to Saint-Tropez with you after a divorce? That’s some heavy shit. That’s almost insane, he thinks. Does he have that kind of maturity? Is it maturity? The guy works in the communications department, so maybe he’s just… good at that? Maybe Yoongi should’ve asked him for some pointers.

“Can I just ask,” you start, and it’s the way you turn in your seat, angling your body towards him, that activates his fight-or-flight. Yoongi’s anxiety is not built for this kind of confrontation. Not at all. “What made you think it was a date?”

“My pants are three-million won,” he blurts out.

“You thought this was a date because… you’re wearing expensive pants?”

He groans. Bonks his head against the steering wheel and nearly has a heart attack when the horn beeps, far too loud for this parking garage. “No, it’s not just the pants. I thought I’d been very clear when I asked you to dinner that it was, like, a date. And then I almost said that and you looked really panicked, like you’d rather be buried alive, so I lied and said it was a birthday dinner even though it obviously wasn’t, and then your brother—and, yeah. I don’t know. Clearly I’m not as good at this as I thought I was.”

“Okay, first of all: yikes.” Yoongi nearly wails. “Secondly: Yoongi, you said you don’t date coworkers! Why the hell would I have thought this was a date?”

“In my defense, I said that a long time ago.”

“And never rescinded it!” you argue back. “Why would I think that’d changed?”

“Well—because!” Your stare is blank. “Because I picked you up—”

“I told you my car is in the shop three days ago—”

“And I’m pretty sure when I asked, I said, do you want to go to dinner with me—”

“Sure,” you concede, “as friends! We always go to dinner together!”

“But…” He sighs, runs his hands down his face. Might as well rip off the bandaid. “My pants.”

“Yoongi, all of your pants are expensive. You make an ungodly amount of money a year.”

“It’s Valentine’s Day?” he tries again.

You groan. “Yeah, and I’m supposed to give you a gift.” You run your hands over your face, and it’s really stupid, Yoongi thinks, because you’re wearing makeup. Did you always wear makeup when the two of you went to dinner? He can’t remember. He knows “no makeup” makeup is a thing, so he’s not all that confident he could tell what is and isn’t makeup, and it hits him for the millionth time this evening how bad he is at this.

“Look,” you continue, “let’s just… go somewhere else.”

“Maybe you should pick, since…” He gestures vaguely at himself.

You nod. “Yeah, good idea. That new ice cream place is close. We could go there.”

Yoongi glances out the window. It’s cold outside. A little gray, too, so it’s probably going to snow, considering it’s the middle of February and it’s been unseasonably cold, even for winter. But it’s not an outright rejection. It’s your idea, and if he dares to think it, the look you’re giving him is hopeful. He’s sure the wires in his brain will overheat and start crackling at the mere thought of you wanting to spend more time with him, so he’s agreeing before he can think twice. If his fucking pants are three-million won, they better keep him warm.

He doesn’t know what to do once you’re out of the car. Does he try to hold your hand? Does he loop his arm through yours? Throw an arm over your shoulders and pull you against his side? He’s already ten steps behind. He’s got a few centimeters on you, but your legs are longer, and it’s a little embarrassing, the hurried waddle he does to catch up. And he must sidle up too close, because your hand brushes against his.

Still warm, even though it’s going to snow. Even though you aren’t wearing gloves. All he can think is that the two of you are on your way to some new ice cream place because you wanted to go there, even though he’s put you through the ringer tonight, so he exchanges his stupidity for bravery. Closes in a little more, smiles when you look up at him and cock an eyebrow.

Because your hand is brushing against his, and he can’t stop himself from taking it.

For the first time all night, he knows it’s the right move when you smile.

#vday drabbles #yoongi imagine #yoongi drabble #yoongi fluff #yoongi x reader #jewel answers

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starpirateee · 2 months

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Drabble request:

somehow, some way, Tinky manages to smush Abstinence Camp Lautski and NPMD Lautski into the same realtit

this idea has been ROTATING in my brain forever thank you goodnight

OH MY GOD-

Anon you can't just give me an idea like that and then duck out!!! And with no way to find out who you are either???

Anyway, that's cool as hell, let's get this show on the road!

Steph didn't know when she started seeing double, but at some point, she started swearing she could see... Another of her. Exactly the same in appearance... Mannerisms...

The other her was perfectly fine with everything until the moment the two of them locked eyes across the way. Then she just stared, stock still, unable to believe what she was seeing, or what the hell was going on. Out of an instinct she didn't know, Steph had beckoned her over, trying to pretend like any of this was normal.

It took a while, but the two of them managed to air things out. Stephanie- which the stranger decided upon because it was slightly easier- said she thought something was off earlier that morning, but given that Hatchetfield was notorious for never changing, she couldn't place anything wrong.

Steph had to agree. Nothing ever changed in Hatchetfield, and frankly, she wouldn't notice if anything was wrong either.

Neither of them could make sense of it. Stephanie said she'd not come alone, and after that the two of them came to an arrangement. She was going to find the friend she'd mentioned, and Steph was going to meet her again with the one person she thought might be able to make ends of any of this catastrophic mess. If he couldn't by himself, then the four of them likely could, in any case...

Pete was smart. Logical. He probably knew all sorts that she couldn't even comprehend. That's why she decided to call him first. In her head, even if he couldn't sort this out, he would at least make an effort to get things to make more sense.

"... Hey, Steph!"

He picked up quickly. He always did. And he always seemed so happy to hear from her. The very thought of it brought a smile to her face. "Hey, Pete." Before she could set them off into one of their long conversations, she needed to get to the point. Otherwise they would never get to it. "Uh, I've got a bit of a problem here..."

"A problem? What kinda problem?" She heard the creaking of his bedframe as he sat down. Damnit, now she had to make it make sense to herself, too! She seriously tried to think, to break it down, but nothing was working. There was no sensible way of explaining that she had seen and spoken to another version of herself. Eventually, she just sighed.

"I don't think that I can explain it well enough..."

Another creak. "Take your time, I'm not going anywhere."

"No, uh- I really don't think I can explain... I think you gotta come see this for yourself." Yeah, that was a good way around it. He could make his own judgements if he just saw it plain. Better than her trying to work it out in a few words.

"Sure... Okay. If that's- uh- if that works better?"

She nodded, knowing full well that he couldn't see her. "Yeah, maybe it will. How fast can you get to the park?"

He hummed. "The park? From here? I can be there in maybe ten minutes? How's that?"

"That's perfect. Thanks so much..."

Steph left him alone, and immediately, he sunk back, his brow furrowed in thought. There was a lot to think about, after all. She had left him with a fair deal for consideration. For someone who was normally so good with words, it was strange to have her so inarticulate. He needed to see something, and apparently, that was the only way she could properly explain it. Sure, it seemed a little weird, and Steph seemed a little apprehensive, but he hoped that she was right, that it would make sense when he got there.

No, of course it could. Steph knew what she was talking about, it would totally make more sense when he saw... Whatever it was she wanted him to see. He pulled on his shoes and left without much of a second thought.

In no more than a quarter of an hour, he'd reached the park. Steph was waiting for him on a bench, and waved him over as soon as she saw him. He quickened his pace until he'd reached the bench, and then they started to walk together.

"So, what's the problem?" He asked, glancing behind him.

"This is weird as hell... But, this morning, I swore to god that I was seeing double, but I was wrong..."

"Seeing double? In what way?"

They'd made their way across the park, and instead of an explanation, Steph pointed over at one of the larger trees in the grove, to a girl, who was leaning against it, talking to a boy on the floor.

Pete stared, adjusted his glasses, and stared again. They were far enough away that it wasn't obvious, which was lucky on his behalf, because he was able to do little else. He didn't have to ask for an explanation; it was right there in front of him. "Holy shit, is that _you_?"

"Yeah, it's super weird. When I saw her, I felt this kinda... Connection? Like, I knew straight away that she and I were the same... If you know what I mean."

He didn't. But he nodded anyway, making a note to himself that _this was just another thing he had to get an answer for, if he could._ "Not to mention you look... Pretty much exactly the same."

"Creepy, right?" The two of them approached the pair by the tree, and Steph raised a hand in greeting. "Stephanie, hey! This is the guy I was talking about, the one who might be able to make sense of what's going on here?"

"Well, maybe... No promises," Pete smiled, rubbing the back of his neck. He held out his free hand in the direction of the familiar stranger. "I'm Peter."

He watched Stephanie's eyes widen. She looked at the boy on the ground, then took Pete's hand with a soft smile that still somehow managed to portray all of that warmth and brightness that he knew so well. "This can't be a coincidence..."

Pete also glanced down to the boy on the ground. He was around his age, with large glasses and a head of curly brown hair. When their eyes locked, Pete saw something flash and dance between them. Something yellow, like a crackle of lightning.

It felt familiar, and something in Pete's brain clicked. The pieces started to fit together; the coincidence, the surprise etched on Stephanie's face, even the way that boy was looking at him...

He nodded slowly. "Let me guess... You're Peter, too? Peter... Spankoffski, by any chance?"

"Yeah. Steph filled me in," Peter nodded towards Stephanie, who raised her eyebrows. "I think I might know what's going on?"

"Really?" Steph asked, impressed.

"Well, not exactly, but it does kinda make sense... In a way. I could probably work it out."

Pete looked to Stephanie. "We'll make this easier. Call me Pete, then."

The situation as far as the four of them could work out was as follows. Steph and Pete hadn't felt any kind of displacement or anything wrong with the world. Both would've been fully content to take it at the same level as any other Saturday. Maybe they would've hung out together anyway. Maybe they would've taken advantage of Solomon being so busy with preparations for the Honey Festival...

Neither of them had noticed anything was wrong at all until Stephanie came into the picture. Stephanie did. Peter was convinced he'd mistaken the feeling for something else. Now there was two of both of them. What was weirder still was the fact that the two Stephs looked near enough identical to one another, while the two Petes couldn't be more different.

The crackles of familiarity were mutual. Pete knew to recognise his double through nothing more than that spark.

"While we figure out how the hell you got here, and maybe how the hell to get you back..." Pete sat down on the ground near to his double, and glanced between he and Stephanie. "How about you guys tell us what we're missing out on?"

"What you're missing out on?" Stephanie asked, folding her arms over her chest.

"i'm just assuming we don't have identical lives, but who knows, huh?"

"What about you two?" Peter asked curiously. "You seem... Close, right? How'd that happen?" There was a smile playing on his lips, one that suggested his seemingly genuine interest at finding out how Pete and Steph managed to find each other.

"Close?" Steph echoed, amused. "I guess you could say that... Well, we got close after he let me cheat off him for a bilogy pop quiz."

Peter's eyes widened. Pete laughed. "Don't look at me like that! I was sitting in earshot, what else was I gonna do?"

Peter realised a little too quickly that he'd have done exactly the same thing if he was in earshot of someone like Stephanie Lauter too, there was absolutely no argument about it. He sat back against his hands with a resigning shrug, and let Steph try to continue her story.

"After that, it was like everything happened at once. Max Jägerman- uh, you know him, right?"

Stephanie nodded. "Yeah, sure, I know him. The backup QB. Everyone in school knows Jägerman."

"Backup? Wait, who's the quarterback for you guys?"

"Brad Callaghan."

"Asshole," Peter muttered under his breath, and Stephanie hummed in agreement. "Jägerman too, while we're on that. Anyway, uh- what about him?"

"He... Went missing." Steph was trying to cover her ass and Pete's at the same time. She was going to admit that Max turned up dead, but for the sake of both of them, she was going to deter as far as possible from the fact that they were technically the ones who killed him. "Things started to go downhill fast after that. He turned up dead, So did a couple other kids in our grade."

"Then the mayor, too. And a couple others," Pete added all too hesitantly. He was also trying to avoid thinking about what has happened in the Waylon Place that night, evem though the memory of it wasn't so much haunting as a major guilt trip. He knew he shouldn't feel bad about Max; he made their lives a living hell, and he still didn't feel bad about what happened, so to speak. Especially since it was an accident and the three of them had the memories to prove it. "But this is where it gets less believeable. See, all of those killings... Were done by Max. He came back, y'know? Back from the dead..."

"Woah..." Stephanie whispered, straightening up from against the tree.

"No shit?" Peter, however, leaned forwards, his intent gaze fixed on Pete. He lifted a hand to adjust his glasses, and saw his double nod. "Jeez..."

"We're the lucky ones," Pete hummed. "We're still here... Can't say that about the others, mind. Once we got rid of Max... That was it. They were as dead as he was..." He sighed heavily. Ruth and Richie were never not on his mind, not as things stood. He'd allowed himself to geel guilty about that over everything else, but he didn't have a reason to feel bad about Max. Those two were a different story entirely...

Steph sensed his discomfort at the topic, and for good reason too. He was still far from being able to think about anything else that wasn't his friends, now that the whole thing had blown over and everything had settled in. So she tried to change the subject quickly, turning towards Peter. "So what's your story then? How'd you two meet?"

"This is the stupidest story ever." Steph defended quickly, rolling her eyes. "Both of us got shipped off to fucking idonwannabang."

This seemed to resonate somewhere in Pete's mind, and he blinked. "Damn, wait, really? Peter, was that Ted's idea?"

Peter nodded, seemingly more drawn back than he was moments ago.

"You got scammed, man. D'you really think he of all people woulda survived that place?"

"It wasn't one of his best ideas, that's for sure..."

The tense change sunk in. Pete didn't want to think that as the immediate possibility, but what else made sense with the way Peter phrased it? He held his breath, hoping it was just another case of his overactive mind jumping to conclusions again. "... Wasn't?"

Peter frowned, exhaling a sigh that was probably a lot deeper than he expected it to be. "Yeah. Wasn't. You say you're the lucky ones? Heh, yeah... Me too."

"What... What happened to him?"

"I don't know. Never will. He was the one who dropped me off, but by the time summer was over, he was- he was fucking gone. I... don't want to ask."

#lautski #stephanie lauter #peter spankoffski #starkid #npmd #nerdy prudes must die #abstinence camp #nova's tags →#tw death mention #not just one but two lautskis! this must be christmas #just in case it wasn't clear: abstinence camp lautski got full named and nerdy prudes lautski got nicknamed #thought that would be a good way of discerning them #besides... nick lang is peter. to me #oh and guess what i remembered about the nmt2 timeline while i was writing this #yep that's right. timeline singular. i remembered it was all one timeline

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forgwater · 2 years

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Ruffian

Silver Bullet AU -Deuce-

Silver Bullet AU by @jackplushie

I really don't know what to say about this one, hopefully you enjoy

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The dark corners of the poorly lit alleyway don't inspire any trust, yet here you are, walking along the treacherous shadows of the looming brick walls of the dingy buildings surrounding your bar.

Hell, your bar could be called dingy. And not only because it hasn't been properly maintained in years, but also because of it's patrons.

Shady men. All of them.

Whether they were more prone to brains or brawns it didn't matter. What mattered was staying as far away from them as possible. Keep it professional. Keep it cool.

You keep walking. It's been unusually quiet in these parts for the past few months. Some new gang must've taken control over the area and you can only hope they won't come demanding money for their protection racket.

CLANG!

A metal lid rolls around as you turn the corner.

Great.

A figure stumbles from the darkness. You were so close to reaching the bar without incident.

Disheveled, dirtied clothes. Broken skin around his knuckles. Splashes of blood all over him... you doubt any of it is his own. The metallic smell lightly clings to him.

Sharp blue eyes stare at you for a moment, cold and unyielding, before they widen in recognition, yours following suit.

Deuce, you believe is his name.

As much as you'd like to ignore all of your patrons, some can't help but stand out. And someone with blackish-blue hair is sure to be noticeable.

You can't ignore the way he looks at you either. Even in the moody light of the bar you can see from the corner of your eye how he follows your every move, looking you up and down in the process.

You can't quite put your finger on exactly what he wants, but you've got a pretty good guess.

And now you're being faced with that same man in a dark alleyway.

"Ah! Sorry for... uh... my current appearance...?" he tries explaining himself.

You almost laugh. Almost.

You didn't really expect some mafia goon to be this flustered by being seen like this. Especially when he knows you've seen worse. Hell, you even bandaged him once or twice.

"You're going to the bar, right?" he tries to start the conversation, but you just shrug your shoulders as he continues "I was gonna head there too." the man offers a smile "I just kinda lost track of time doing- ah... nevermind." he looks to the side, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I... could use a drink too...yeah..." he says quietly "I can wait outside while you prepare things, if that makes you feel more comfortable." he adds. Deuce is quite considerate for a thug, you note.

Well, at least he is to you. The same couldn't be said for whoever must've faced against him a while ago.

"I'm glad I run into you, actually!" another smile, coupled with hopeful eyes this time. You suppose you might as well let him tag along.

"Here for the protection racket?" you ask half jokingly only for the man to almost choke on air.

Yep. You knew it. These streets are under new management. And Deuce is part of it.

This is something you've come to expect in the few years you've worked at that crumbling bar... even if it still fills you with dread.

"You don't need to worry about that." he finally answers.

You pause for a moment, feeling a chill run down your spine as your eyes widen in surprise.

What does he mean by that?

In the sickening warm light of the streetlamp you can't help but feel your stomach twist in knots. The cold wind blows around as you look at the dangerous man before you. Perhaps you've gotten too careless.

"Ah, did I scare you? Sorry." he quickly apologizes "Wasn't my intention." he reasons. But you can't help but feel trapped.

Yet you start walking again, with your new... "companion" in tow. The man in question stealing furtive glances your way, unnerving you further as you kept ignoring him.

When you finally reached the bar he places a hand on your shoulder before you can open the old wooden door. Gently. Too gently. You turn to recoil, but he quickly catches your arm and then lets it go.

"I'm really sorry! I really didn't mean to scare you." he tries.

Lies, you think. But the sincere look in his eyes makes you doubt yourself.

"What the hell do you want then?!" you practically scream at the man.

"I just wanted to tell you that I'll be in charge of the street your bar is on and that I'd like for us to get along!" he blows back.

"Besides, it doesn't even matter if you agree or not." he mutters as he takes on a more serious look. "I will be making sure you are protected, no matter what." he looks you straight in the eyes.

"So just let me take care of you."

#silver bullet au #twst silver bullet au #twst au #yandere twisted wonderland #twst yandere #yandere deuce spade #yandere deuce x reader #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #disney twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #deuce spade #twst deuce #deuce spade x reader

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siriannatan · 7 days

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Tale of Two Champions - ScfWhip

I honestly had similar stories in this au' circling my brain for months, but I finally got to it, yay.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55722241

fWhip tired every excuse he had in his sleeves but there was no reasoning with Gem. “Come on sis, I'll be fine, like literally no one ever recognises me…” he did still try though. Gem might be impossible to convince but fWhip could argue with her the whole day long.

“No,” she said sternly as she turned to poke her finger onto his chest. “You'll listen, and you'll stay with Scott until me and Jimmy catch whoever's targeting the former arena champions,” she could be pretty scary if she wanted to.

“Come on Gem, I can take care of myself, I don't need some pompous prick looking after me,” fWhip rolled his eyes. This was getting ridiculous in his eyes.

“He's not looking after you, he's the current champion, therefore also a potential target. Both of you are under constant watch,” Gem finally seemed to see fit to say he'd be stuck with the person who probably liked him less than the killer did. “I'll sooner eat my hat than let anything happen to you,” she finished with one last poke and marched on. fWhip had no excuse to not follow. He could just hope the killer would be caught quickly.

“Why are you hiding us at the arena? Wouldn't whoever's looking for Scott just come right here?” fWhip questioned, hoping Scott wasn't there yet.

“Wouldn't whoever's looking for you two assume we hid you away from the arena? Besides, it's just the meeting spot and I wasn't the one who came up with it,” Gem's response didn't feel fWhip with confidence in Council’s decision making process.

Seeing Jimmy, his freaking ex, member of the council, head of law enforcement, talking to Scott. Whom fWhip only knew from TV and posters. Had his confidence sinking even lower. Of course he had to have been dragged out from work, in very casual clothes, when he had to meet Jimmy for the first time since the break up.

And not to mention Scott was like the walking image of the perfect champion. With his perfect form fitting trousers. Did they have to be so tight? Thigh high boots. Why the heel? You're tall enough you pompous prick, fWhip thought as he eyed his successor. The perfectly fitted blazer and stupidly perfect, soft looking bar. And his stupidly perfect, handsome face?

Next to him fWhip looked like some vagrant. With his heavy boots and loose jeans with more holes than they had when he brought them. Not to mention the old tank top and how messy his hair was. Not that it was ever properly styled for more than five minutes. All in varying shades of black and dark red. Well, save for his cyan hoodie that painfully matched Scott's hair. Sleeves rolled up even if it was barely hanging on around his elbows, exposing the shimmering tattoos on his arms. And he had his glasses on and likely looked low-key like a bit of a nerd. Which he was but it didn't mean he wanted to look too much like one.

And of course Gem instantly started talking to Jimmy about how to best get them to the hiding spot they prepared. Leaving fWhip to awkwardly stand next to Scott. Whose unfair tallness was even more apparent up close.

“So you are still alive,” Scott huffed with what had to be disdain in his voice.

“What? Disappointed you didn't win the title from me?” fWhip bit back, doing his best to match vitriol Scott spoke with even if he personally didn really care how Scott felt about him just stepping down with no fight.

“Maybe at the start I was, but now I don't really care,” Scott seemed to shrug and fWhip just tensed a bit more, kind of ready for a fight.

“That's good because I'm not fighting anyone, ever again,” he huffed just to have the last word. And thanks to Gem and Jimmy moving in to explain their elaborate plan he did.

The plan was that four cars with Council agents disgusted with illusions to look like them would leave first. With a car with real them leaving a bit later. Scott and fWhip just nodded as Jimmy spoke. Then they would be practically on house arrest in a secret safe house somewhere in the city.

“And how long are we expected to stay there?” Scott asked what fWhip was thinking.

“Until we catch the guy,” Jimmy's answer only had fWhip groan in annoyance.

“Come on Jim, some of us have actual jobs they have to go to,” he grumbled. He didn't really believe this was the first thing he said to Jimmy since.

“We informed your job you'll be unavailable for the foreseeable future, they agreed to mark it as a vacation without taking any of your days off away,” of course Gem had an explanation for everything.

fWhip just huffed out an annoyed puff of smoke. Perks of fire magic. You can breathe smoke at anyone who annoys you. Like a twin sister or ex boyfriend. Or icy, pompous prick. “Let's just get this over with then,” he grumbled.

Jimmy and Gem then left to coordinate the decoys and fWhip was left alone with Scott. And several guards who were probably there to make sure they didn't run away.

“They probably don't have a plan in case the killer finds us anyway,” Scott said in a hushed tone. At least he looked a bit worried.

“Knowing Jim? Absolutely,” fWhip huffed. “I guess we can try to knock them out or something,” he shrugged.

“I was about to say you better stick close to me in case it happens,” Scott rolled his eyes.

“Why? I can protect myself.”

“Didn't you say you didn't want to fight anyone ever again?” Scott's expression was too serious for fWhip to even attempt reading it as a dig at him. Bastard was totally serious. And it was pretty nice of him to offer.

“Well, I'll fight if my life depends on it, duh,” he rolle dnia eyes but quickly added, “but I appreciate the thought,” to not look like a complete jerk. It wasn't Scott's fault Gem and Jimmy decided to get them stuck together.

They spend the rest of the wait awkwardly standing there in silence. fWhip holding onto his bad. Scott just standing like an ice statue.

The drive wasn't any more exciting. Just the silent in the back seat as he agents drove. They weren't even playing the radio so talk about awkward silence.

The safehouse was a pretty nice suburban home with tall fence and electric gate.

“Leave the key in the car, remote for gate and garage too,in case we have to get away quickly,” Scott told the agents. They tried to argue but fWhip backe dthe idea up. At least the two of them had some braincells in this whole operation.

The rest of the day was pretty boring. There was no TV in the house. No radio. No internet. They were not allowed to turn their phones on since they turned them off at the arena. At least there were cards and board games so they had something to do until it was time to sleep. fWhip really hoped Gem and Jimmy would catch the killer soon. He was going to go crazy if he had to keep this up for too long.

At least Scott seemed to be equally bored and annoyed by the time they separated to get ready for bed. Annoyingly enough, no one thought to get them a change of clothes. Scott had to be real comfy in his outfit, fWhip thought. He himself was totally fine sleeping in his jeans. In case anyone attacked at night.

He was almost sleep when someone sneaked into his room. “Off the bed, stay low and quiet,” Scott whispered as he shook fWhip. “I think we've been found. I heard commotion, and new voices,” he explained as fWhip follows his instructions, dragging his bag with him.

“Think we can't get to the car?” fWhip asked, focusing his hearing. He heard nothing. Scott's room was closer to the front of he house.

“Can you drive?” Scott asked back.

“Yes. You don't?”

“Everyone was pushing me to focus on magic training,” Scott sighed. “If we get out of here alive I'll go and learn, we need to move,” he hissed, pulling fWhip to the window. There were barley audible footsteps outside the door

Scott seemed to have it all figured out as he left his window open. So they could sneak back in. They assumed whoever the intruders were already searched that room. And they were right. The door just closed as they dared sneak in.

They waited a bit by the door listening for footsteps, ready to fight. But no one came in. When they heard doors open and close the peeked out. Clear. So they quickly and quietly made their way to garage.

“Once we're out turn my phone out and call Gem,” fWhip said tossing his back in Scott's lap. Garage door and front gate already opening as h started the car. He didn't really have time to bother with seatbelts at the moment.

“Got it,” Scott nodded. “Head down,” he added as he started looking for fWhip's phone.

fWhip ducked enoug to still see the road and drove them out quietly, as to not alarm anyone in the house. Idiots didn't leave anyone outside.

“She's ‘twinny’ in my contacts,” fWhip said without Scott needing to ask.

Scott nodded and called Gem. No answer. Was she in trouble too? Did someone mess with the signal? “What now?” Scott grumbled, looking back. Yup, they were being pursued already.

“The arena? At least there's space there, just in case, keep trying to call her,” fWhip sighed. Of course they couldn't contact help.

The arena looked creepy at night. “To the center,” fWhip said, ready to be exhausted and in a lot of pain the next day. He hated physical exercise.

Which was clear when he started running out of breath about halfway. Scott just grumbles something and the next second fWhip was over his shoulder, carried like a sack of potatoes. “Oi, I'm not that tired,” fWhip huffed but his lungs were saying otherwise. He was not getting out of bed tomorrow.

“Shut up and tell me if they're getting too close,” Scott huffed and ran possibly even faster than before. Was fWhip's lack of condition holding him back? Show off.

The arena center instantly illuminated as soon as they walked in. “Well well well, council really saved us some work putting both the last and present champions together,” a voice laughed as fWhip tried to recall how to breathe once sat in the sand.

“And you are?” Scott called out, ice covering the door they got in through. And generally covering them as a shield from any potential attacks from outside the arena.

The person didn't seem to like it. “You insolent little… No. It doesn't matter if you know, you'll both die tonight anyway, and tomorrow I'll be the champion,” they cackled as fWhip and Scott exchanged stares and shrugs.

“Can't you just challenge me normally?” Scott asked and fWhip instantly knew what he was doing. Buying time. So fWhip hid as much as he could behind him and tried sending a text to Gem. It got through. ‘Been got, at the arenaz whole organization, Scott's distracting the leader’ he sent, once he knew it would work. Now they had to just wait.

“What? You think you can win against me? You'll freeze before you can,” the man in charge scoffed.

“I don't think he will,” fWhip grinned and snapped his fingers. Instantly the outer edge of the arena burst in flames. He was starting to get chilly from Scott's ice surrounding them anyway. “Go crazy,” he chuckled, patting Scott's back.

And go crazy Scott did. The few times fWhip saw him fight, even if just on the TV at the tattoo shop he worked at now, he didn't see Scott pull out maneuvers and spells this crazy. It was honestly pretty impressive. But it also meant he had to put effort into keeping the flames going.

At the end of the fight, when the leader got knocked out Scott still had some frost on his hands and face and his breath came out with puffs of cold.

And it would seem Gem got everyone into gear as fast as she could and every member of the mysterious organization present got caught.

“You okay?” fWhip asked, sitting next to Scott. Gem and Jimmy had everything else handled now.

“I think so,” Scott nodded with a clearly forced smile. “Could use a blanked,” he joked, that fWhip knew. But he still cradled his stupidly pretty face in his hands. Melting the ice build up on there

“No you're not, you're bleeding,” fWhip sighed and used a trick not even Gem knew he had. Long time ago he figured out he could heal small scrapes with his flames. And used it now on Scott. “Not a word to anyone,” he grinned, not mentioning Scott's hands coming up to lay on his as he still held ice pricks face.

“Fine, but I'm buying you coffee tomorrow, it'd be a much more troublesome fight without you here,” Scott countered with a genuine smile.

“Uhum, I hate to break the moment but I'll need you two to get up and see the medics,” Gem interrupted, arms crossed over her chest. She might have looked annoyed but fWhip knew she was glad they were fine.

“Yeah yeah,” fWhip sighed and got up, and offered a hand to Scott but he didn't need it, already up before fWhip. He just rolled his eyes and dutifully went to see the medics even if he was totally fine.

Medics didn't hold them long, quickly declaring them good to go home. At least some good news. Now, how does he get home at this hour…

“My place isn't too far and I have a free guest bedroom if you don't feel like being alone after all that,” Scott offered as fWhip wondered how to get to his apartment. “And I can add breakfast to that coffee,” he added with the most awkward smile fWhip ever saw.

“You know what, sure, it'd be a pain for me to get to my place anyway,” fWhip shrugged and once Jimmy cleared them as free to leave the scene. They walked to Scott's.

It was indeed not at all far away. And pretty cozy for a high rise, luxury apartment. The guest bed was damn comfy too. Not that fWhip could sleep at all. Even after a shower and changing into comfier clothes Scott lent him he kept tossing and turning as his brain wondered what would happen if Scott didn't come for him.

“Damn it,” fWhip muttered and decided Scott probably wouldn't mind if he makes himself some tea.

To his shock Scott was already in the kitchen, sipping on some tea. Looking exhausted. “Can't sleep too?” He asked with a weak smile.

fWhip nodded. “Can't stop my brain from thinking,” he sighed and glanced at the kitchen.

“Go for it,” Scott nodded and yawned.

fWhip thought for a second and decided that it was too late for tea. “I have a better idea if you're willing to listen,” he offered. Scott nodded so he continued. “We can just sleep in one bed, might calm our brains to have someone else there, but feel free to refuse I won't be offended,” he quickly rambled out.

Scott blinked a few times as he processed what fWhip had just said. Then he looked at his tea, grimaced and nodded. “We can at least try,” he agreed.

In all honesty, until they were together in Scott's bed fWhip didn't really process that sharing a bed entailed them both being in it. At once. And that Scott only had shorts and a t-shirt on, same as fWhip. But once the initial shock passed it was shockingly easy to fall asleep like that. Staring at Scott's face. It was really nice up close, okay.

fWhip woke up, mildly confused, with something cold touching him. Cracking one eye open he got met with a mess of cyan hair. Scott, his brain supplied as he remembered last night. The current magic arena champion, his successor even if they never fought each other, was cuddling up to fWhip. They were in his bed. Some crazy group tried killing them last night.

Who would have thought the ice prince would be cuddly in the morning, fWhip smiled to himself as he just let Scott cuddle him. Who knew if he ever got a chance to share a bed with Scott again.

Not that he got a long time with the cuddles. Scott soon started to stir awake and abruptly sat up once he realized he was cuddling fWhip and not his mass of pillows of varying sizes and shapes.

“Morning,” fWhip yawned, stretching slightly but did not even try to get up.

Scott looked at him with wide eyes. “Morning,” he said, whole face red in embarrassment. “I should have mentioned I can get grabby…” he sighed.

“Don't worry about it, I don't mind,” fWhip waved it off.

That didn't seem to convince Scott. “We should go get breakfast…” he muttered and fWhip sighed.

“Or it can wait and you can cuddle more if you want, I really don't mind he offered with a grin. Scott was absolutely adorable when not putting up the champion persona.

“Really?” He asked and fWhip nodde. In like two seconds Scott was once more cuddled up to him. “You're warm…” he sighed.

“Yeah, I know,” fWhip nodded. Mission success he thought.

In the end neither of them felt like cooking so they went out for brunch. It was a bit late to call it breakfast. Scott took them to a place that, in his words, had best blueberry pancakes in town. Couple bites in fWhip was inclined to agree.

Or maybe he was enjoying spending time with Scott when he wasn't dressed as champion but instead in baby blue cardigan, beige slacks and tenis shoes. Who knew. He'd have to come by couple more times to really decide. Coffee was pretty good too.

“So what now? We just go back to living like we used to?” Scott asked, poking his pancakes with a fork.

fWhip shrugged. “I certainly wouldn't mind having pancakes with you again,” he grinned, hoping he read Scott's intentions correctly. “Or cuddling again,” he added as Scott blushes a little, making him blush harder.

“That would be amazing,” Scott nodded with the cutest smile ever.

fWhip was about to offer they exchange numbers when, “aren't you two adorable?” Gem was suddenly next to their table. “Media will certainly love you two going out more.”

“Any news of what that organisation was?” fWhip ak

Sked to move the topic off of personal topics.

“No clue, they all suddenly died while in police custody, but that's Jimmy's problem. He's gonna be so salty his exes got together while he struggles to try asking Tango out for coffee,” she grinned and fWhip groaned. Of course.

“You and Jimmy? Wow,” Scott whistled.

“Ditto,” fWhip rolled his eyes but could see what Scott meant. fWhip never looked like someone who'd date a cop.

“I'll leave you two to your flirting, but next time let me know before gossip radio channels do, okay?” Gem sighed and left with a wave.

Scott groaned. fWhip just nodded. Media was one of the top reasons he quit being the champion. “Media's why I don't hate you for just stepping down,” Scott explained with a deep sigh.

fWhip hummed and passed his phone to Scott. “Put your number in and maybe I'll agree to a friendly spar. But only because it's you,” he grinned. Scott instantly perked up at that.

#my stuff #my stories #empires smp #fanfiction #empiresshipping #empires fwhip #empires scott

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i-eat-worlds · 1 month

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Wow Birthday Whump Day 11: Alt. Forced to Hurt a Loved One

this one is kind of a stretch but I couldn’t get my brain to work for the most of the alts or the originals so I hope you enjoy more medwhump.

Content: temporary character death, resuscitation, angst, medical whump, caffeine od ment.

Sil paused on stairs, taking a moment to catch his breath. His head was still throbbing from where he’d hit the ground after Electraz had hit him with an electrical blast.

It’d been stupid, really, leaving cover like he had to get to the car a couple seconds sooner. It was an unnecessary risk, and he’d paid for it.

At least the drive back had been short, just a couple miles to the hotel. Of course, when they’d arrived, the elevator had been out of service, and so he’d had to take the stairs. Not that he minded the stairs, but the blast must’ve taken a lot out of him. It was only another flight. He could make it.

Pressing a hand against his chest, he continued up the stairs. It felt like that one time he’d downed twelve espressos consecutively on a dare, all weird and fluttery. Afterwards, his hands had been shaking so much that he hadn’t been able to hold a pencil still. Between the dressing down he’d gotten from the medical officer and the time he’d spent camped out on the toilet, he’d learned his lesson.

Below him, he heard the sound of the door closing as Joseph entered the stairwell. He groaned internally at that, trying to pick up the pace. The lecture was coming, he was well aware of that, but it’d be great if he’d gotten to lay down first and rest a little bit before then.

He fumbled with the door key, clumsily sliding the card into the door several times until it finally beeped. His room was pretty cramped, but he found himself not minding, since it made the bed that much closer. The pain in his chest was building, and Sil found himself easily falling into the mattress.

His clothes were definitely still dirty, and between the mission and the walk of stairs, he was soaked in sweat, but it didn't matter. There was a feeling of doom building his chest, disturbing enough that he considered yelling out for Joseph. As much as he hated his protective, mother bear attitude and cross looks, he would come, and he would help. He needed help, he should…

Darkness came before he could get any further than that.

***

Joseph huffed as he entered the stairwell, letting the door slam shut behind him. The mission had gone on far longer than it should’ve, and now he had to drag his tired ass up the stairs because the elevator was down. To make things worse, the newbie had left his gear in a disgusting pile, meaning Joseph had to go up to his room and tell him to tidy his shit up. It was as if the universe was playing some cruel joke to delay his return to bed for as long as possible.

He was halfway up the stairs when he realized that the odd weight on his left thigh were his shears. For a brief second, he contemplated just keeping them on him, but he wasn’t that stupid. If he didn’t put them away, he’d never see them again. Grumbling, he continued up the stairs, electing to go get Sil and then go back down to the garage. That way, he’d be able to make sure that Sil put his stuff away properly.

Quietly, he padded down the hall, careful not to wake any of the other guests. The carpet was a bland, vaguely green beige color that Joseph thought looked like vomit. Excellent design choice. He knocked on the door, waited a second to let Sil scramble around and get decent, and then entered.

The first thing that he noticed was that the lights were off. Had Sil already gone to bed?

“Wakey, wakey,” he called, flipping the lights on as he walked towards the bed.

Sil was splayed out on the covers, head tilted to the side, feet hanging off the bed. “Sil?” He tried again, tone more urgent. There was no response.

“Sil, you with me?” He said again, one hand digging for his phone while the other squeezed his shoulder tightly. “Sil!”

Nothing.

Automatically, his thumb tapped out INSUPA’s emergency number. His eyes flickered to Sil’s chest while he slid two fingers under his jaw.

No pulse. Not breathing.

Fuck.

The phone rang on speaker while he scooped Sil up and laid him down on the oor. At least Sil had the decency to be small.

“INSUPA Emergency Line. Please state your identication code,” a robotic voice chirped.

“One-four-eight. Bravo-Zulu. Codename: Exhale,” he yelled at the phone while he cut off Sil’s shirt, shears quickly tearing through the fabric. There was a thin, red, angry mark across his upper chest, a telltale power entry burn. Great.

Not wasting any more time, he interlocked his fingers and started pressing hard and fast in the center of his chest, counting to thirty. “Record your message after the beep,” the voice prompted.

“Exhale speaking, room 318, Holiday Inn. Racer is down, suspected powered impact,” he rattled off, doing his best to keep count. The moment he was done speaking, he moved up to Sil’s head.

“Message sent,” the voice said while Joseph pinched Sil’s nose shut, tilted his head back and forced air into his lungs. Two breaths later, he switched back to compressions, willing a teammate to walk through the door already. “State additional queries.”

“EMS to current location,” he said, trying to keep his voice at a semi-reasonable volume.

“Request sent: EMS to 247 Merchant’s Lane, room 318,” the voice echoed. He switched back to breaths, ignoring the dread that flared in his chest at the blue tinge of Sil’s lips and the far-gone look in his eyes.

Like before, he went back over to compressions. He could feel Sil’s ribs breaking under the pressure, but he kept going. Two more cycles passed before, finally, the sound of the door flew open, footsteps storming into the room. It was Eric, followed by Avia. He stopped dead in his tracks, taking in the scene for a moment before jumping into action.

“Help’s on the way?” Eric asked, and Josephed nodded. “Avia, AED.”

“Where-”

Joseph cut her off mid sentence. “Elevator lobby, by the ice machine.” “On it!” They bolted out the door.

Eric dropped to his knees across from Joseph, Sil’s lifeless body between them.

“Switch.” Joseph called, queuing Eric. There were several seconds of quiet while he leaned over and exhaled into Sil’s mouth, watching his chest rise. Eric took over, leaning over his chest and taking over from Joseph. “I was four cycles in. Been about two minutes. Didn’t see him go down. EMS is en route.”

Eric’s brow creased, but before he could respond, Avia returned, Teri and Aarav hot on her heels. They both stepped to the side to let her through, Aarav’s jaw dropping open in shock.

She quickly powered it on, handed the included mask to Joseph, and started sticking the pads to Sil’s chest. Eric kept working compressing while they nimbly worked around to get the pads on, then connected them to the machine.

“Analyzing rhythm, do not touch the victim,” it said, in a voice that somehow sounded far kinder than INSUPA’s answering machine. The word “clear” echoed around the room as the three of them lifted their hands up. A beat passed while the machine worked. “Shock advised. Charging.”

Eric fit several more compressions in while it charged. “Press flashing button to deliver shock. Do not touch the victim.”

“Clear,” everyone said again, pulling their hands back and away. As soon as Avia was sure everyone was out of the way, they pushed the button. Sil’s body jerked as the current passed through him.

“Resume compressions,” it instructed.

Joseph watched Eric’s hands carefully, making sure they were deep enough, ignoring the sinking feeling in his gut. He should’ve caught this. He should’ve noticed that Sil had been hit, noticed that he wasn’t feeling well, and asked him about it. It was inexcusable.

They switched out again, Eric scooting down by Sil’s head after Joseph had taken over. He could feel Sil’s ribs under his hands, broken from his actions. Even though he knew it was necessary, it didn’t feel good. Five more sets, another shock, and another switch later, a knock came at the door. “EMS! Did somebody call for a person who collapsed?”

Teri opened it as fast as she could, letting the medics inside. There was a fourry of motion, Joseph explaining what had happened and what he’d done in response while they attached him to their debrillator and took over compressions. The energy in the room was tense, Eric and Avia backing away to give them room to work.

Joseph’s brow furrowed, unhappy with the sudden resistance he felt while bagging Sil. He tugged on his jaw, trying to position it better, when he saw Sil’s eyelids briey open and then fall closed. “I saw an eye utter, rhythm check.”

The medic paused compressions, and they all looked towards the monitor. His Ps, Qs, Rs, Ss, and Ts were all in order, a beautiful sinus rhythm. The other medic reached for his neck. “I’ve got a pulse,” they announced. That made Joseph briefly hopeful, and he quickly beat it away with a stick. He was too well acquainted with Murphy’s Law for that. His eyes flicked to Sil’s chest to check.

Please be breathing. Please be breathing.

It rose and fell under its power. Far too slowly, but it moved. Sil was alive.

Barely.

But Sil was alive.

Taglist: @pigeonwhumps@rainydaywhump@painful-pooch@rainbowsandwhumperflies@snaillamp @whumperofworlds

#worlds babbles #wow birthday whump #collapse #medical whump #whump #temporary character death #medic caretaker #I kinda feel bad for not writing used as bait cause I know it’s wows fav so I might do it later #anyway guess who got cpr certified lol

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wonwoosthetic · 2 years

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Amour-Haine & Co. | Chapter 12 |

series masterlist

word count - 8.2k

A/N: before anyone comments it: wonwoo and chanyeol haven’t met yet properly, just you wait ;)

"You do remember that I've had you naked on my desk, right?"

Another day, another morning your car decided to betray you and not let you start its engine, explaining why you were, once again, entering the office clearly out of breath. You were still cursing the people pushing you around in the tube and on the bus, trying to wrap your head around the fact that some do this every day.

Once you had settled down in your office and gotten rid of your jacket, hanging it over your chair, you threw yourself onto it, letting a heavy breath fall from your lips. Your eyes fell on the little post-it notes in front of you, and you reached out, grabbed a pen along the way and wrote down the note you had kept in your head ever since you had to run to the bus station to not be too late to work.

Call car dealership, end lease, find new car.

Done.

You had about another minute of silence when the thought you had been pushing down so much crossed your mind as soon as your eyes fell on the calendar on your desk. 10 am today. The meeting. It was the day Wonwoo, Mingyu, and you would have the pre-trial conversation with their lawyer Lee Jihoon. A day you had been dreading for a while now. Everything just suddenly seemed to hit - the reality of it. The lawsuit was really happening, you'd be in a courtroom with the two CEOs, your lawyer, Chanyeol, and his lawyer as well, and whoever he decides to bring along. How were you going to survive that? That was yet to be thought of because as of right now, your mind could not gift you any possible good outcome of what was going to happen. You just hoped and prayed that there was some way to get out of this mess with the least amount of damage possible.

You let your eyes scan the room you were in, taking in every piece of furniture while these thoughts kept racing through your brain, trying to make you even more nervous than you already were, and winning you over. Once your head was straight and your line of sight was fixed on the room across from you, you tried to make out the silhouette of the CEO that was supposed to be there, but were met with emptiness, making you frown. Where was he? It was only 9:23... he never leaves his office that early...

"Miss Yoon?" A sudden voice took you aback. You turned your head to the door, where the soft tone came from and were sent a kind smile by one of the office's employees, "I'm sorry to interrupt you, I just have a quick question."

"Yeah, sure," you nodded and motioned for her to come closer, "Come in," before sitting up straighter, noticing the way your body was lounging in the chair.

A good 30 minutes later, you were alone in your office again, eyes trained on the clock as you watched the thinnest hand move second by second. 9:55, and still no sight of Wonwoo. He hadn't been in his office ever since you had been there, and it made you wonder - it was very unusual for him to be somewhere other than in his little room.

Once your colleague had left, you had a few minutes to yourself to think about what was to come. What would you talk about to Lee Jihoon? What questions would he ask you? What would this meeting turn into? It was the fact that you truly didn't know what to expect that made you so unweary. But before you could let all of those questions get to your head, a silhouette walking past your windows brought you out of your trance.

"Hey," Mingyu let his head peek into your office, "How are you?"

You put on a wide smile after hiding a big gulp, "Yeah... I'm good..." but definitely not hiding how anxious you were.

"You okay?" He wondered, taking a few more steps towards you, stopping in front of your desk. You tried to not but could tell that it must've looked very hesitant, "Yup..."

The tone of your voice made Mingyu chuckle, "Jihoon's not gonna end your career, he'll save it if anything, so don't be nervous," sending you a reassuring smile and nodding towards the door, "Come on, they're waiting."

"They?!" You quickly shot up and the mention of multiple people, but the co-CEO's laugh calmed you down again,

"Wonwoo and Jihoon." Oh, right. You facepalmed yourself mentally for reacting in such a way, completely realising how you were overthinking every little detail. Then again, you reasoned it with the fact that this was the biggest thing you ever had to deal with in your entire life, and it should not be taken lightly. Mingyu's words continued running through your head. Maybe Jihoon couldn't end your career, but you knew that Chanyeol most definitely could. And that terrified you.

On the way to the meeting room, Mingyu went on to explain a little bit about their lawyer and how they knew him and what he would be talking about - as much as you wanted to actively listen to him, you just couldn't. There was too much going on in that little head of yours to focus on anything outside of it. Thankfully, you reached the conference room quickly and were greeted at the door by the two others you were expecting to see. The man, whose eyes had been on you ever since you had walked around the corner, and the other one, a good head smaller than Wonwoo, who you assumed would be Lee Jihoon. The CEO tapped the lawyer's shoulder and pointed towards you and Mingyu, making him turn around.

"Oh, there you are," he smiled before directing his body towards you, "I'm Jihoon, nice to meet." You accepted his extended hand and shook it politely,

"Y/N, nice to meet you too." As your eyes left him, they focused on the man behind him, greeting him with a soft smile as well, getting a nod in return - still cold.

"Alright," Mingyu didn't even let you get into a conversation as he clapped his hands, "Should we start?" You all nodded in agreement and went ahead to enter the room while Wonwoo kept standing on the side, waiting for the three of you to walk in first. You were behind Jihoon and Mingyu but were stopped by a gentle touch on your arm. By turning your head to the side, you were met with Wonwoo's dark eyes on you, closer than you expected as he had leaned in to whisper to you,

"You don't have to be nervous, you know?"

You shook your head, "I'm not."

The CEO raised an eyebrow, his gaze still fixed on you as his fingers trailed down your arm, sending a comfortable shiver through your body, to grasp your hands and bringing them up. The sudden touch almost made you gasp as you didn't expect him to do this. His eyes changed their focus to your hand in his, making you do the same, coming to sight with the nail polish you had put on perfectly the day before, only for it to now be picked off almost completely. You didn't even realise you had been doing this the entire time.

"Not nervous?" He teased you, to which you just shook your hand out of his touch and shook your head again,

"No." And left him in the hallway to make your way into the room when you caught the deep but quiet chuckle that tumbled from his lips before he followed you inside.

After all four of you had taken a seat, Mingyu and you on one side, while Jihoon and Wonwoo sat opposite from you, the lawyer brought out multiple pieces of paper stacked together and handed out one pack to each one of you.

"This looks like a lot more than it actually is," he started explaining, "These just inform you of everything that you of your rights, what you might face in court, and what could but will not happen." You listened attentively, your heart beating hard against your chest.

"Will not happen because you can help us?" Mingyu wondered, to which Jihoon nodded,

"Exactly. So no worries."

Before you could stop yourself, you let the words fall from your mouth, "How are you so sure?" Raising your head, you felt three pairs of eyes fixed on you, their eyebrows raised at the sudden question, making you nervous. "I-I mean," you stuttered, "Not that I'm questioning your abilities, b-but-"

"I get it," he kindly stopped you with a curl of his lips, "But I'm really going to do my best, I can promise you that. I was just hoping to assure you." You nodded. You understood what he was trying to do and we're more than thankful that he was doing this, but you couldn't help to let your worries continuously run around in circles in your brain.

Wonwoo cleared his throat and leaned back in the chair, the papers in his hands as he flickered through them, "Jihoon is the best in his field. We have nothing to be worried about. The others should be scared."

"You don't know them," you told him, slightly more defensive than you wanted to and watched him carefully as he lifted his head to meet your gaze across the table, a soft chuckle leaving his lips,

"And you do?" His question made you go quiet quickly and put your head back down, trying to put your focus back on the words in front of you. You'd rather not answer his question. You would, once the time was right.

After a few seconds of silence, Jihoon took the word again, going through every single page with you, explaining each paragraph in detail, informing you about everything important that you needed to know. Never would you have ever imagined that sitting in front of a judge would need so much info. Thankfully, he also assured you that you would not have to remember every little thing that was listed on the papers, but that that was his job during the trial. The important thing for you was to know that if they were to catch you lying at any point while in court, this lawsuit could go on for a lot longer, and you would be in a lot more trouble than you already were. So just no lying. And to not let yourself get intimidated. By anyone.

"Do you know who they're having as a lawyer?" Wonwoo wondered once the subject came up.

The younger one shook his head, "Sadly not. They're revealing the other names a few hours before the trial on the same day, so you can't prepare yourself for something specific, you know?"

The CEOs nodded, "Makes sense." How they were able to keep their cool about this whole situation was still a mystery to you.

An unexpected touch on your foot made you jolt up and look straight ahead, meeting Wonwoo's gaze that drifted down, looking at something in front of you quickly before coming back up again. You lowered your focus, finding your fingers that were, once again, picking at the leftover nail polish. You pushed your hands apart and placed them on your laps, hiding them from everyone at the table.

"Okay," Jihoon's voice rang through the room, "Now that we're done with the bureaucratic stuff, there's still a bit for me personally. A few things I need to know."

"Like?" Mingyu questioned him, putting down the pieces of paper and crossing his arms.

The lawyer took a notebook and a pen, clicking it once, "Basic info. Mostly about the day."

"But we already told you about that," the man next to you told him.

"Yeah, you, but I haven't talked to Y/N yet."

"Hm?" You raised your head at the mention of your name, but it was overheard by the two men that were involved in a conversation.

"What else can she tell-"

"She can speak for herself," Wonwoo interrupted Mingyu with one quick sentence, keeping his eyes on the papers, not even caring about looking up, knowing his words were enough to make everyone go quiet. As the room was muted for a little too long, the CEO lifted his gaze to find you and nodded, "Go on."

"Em..." you started, turning your attention towards Jihoon, "What exactly do you need?" Rubbing your hands over your thighs, realising how clammy they had gotten.

He shrugged, "Just some small things. Like, when did Mister Park show up?" His gaze was fixed on you, waiting for you to respond, "Oh, and," he added, "Please try to remember it as accurately as possible. No lies. If there's any kind of wrong information it could really get us into a bad place during the trial."

You nodded in understanding, but had to wait for a few more seconds, trying to remember everything that happened on that day, "I... ehm... it was shortly before our lunch break, so... a few minutes before 12 pm."

Jihoon accepted your answer, "Okay...," and noted down a few words, "And in the letter, it said that he had discussed it with you beforehand, is that true?" You nodded, so he continued, "Alright, and what did he say exactly?" There were quite a few things you'd rather forget when it comes to Chanyeol, and that day was definitely up on that list as well.

"He..." you thought again.

“I ask you how you are. I think it’s only fair for you to also ask me. Don’t you think so, darling?”

“Well, you see… there’s one thing I really don’t appreciate.”

"He said that he didn't appreciate stealing something from other companies." A simple and truthful answer. A chuckle rang through your ears, making you turn your head to the man it came from, seeing Wonwoo put away the papers and shaking his head, seemingly amused by what you had said.

"Okay," Jihoon continued writing down in his notebook, "Did you know what he was talking about right away?"

"No," you were quick to shake your head, "Absolutely not because, I mean, I didn't spend a lot of time with the other departments, but they never fazed me as employees that would need to steal something. Whether that would be a program or whatever else."

"Because they didn't," Wonwoo commented with a sigh, "I don't know what that Park dude's problem is."

"But now we're sued, so something's clearly up," Mingyu spoke up, slightly annoyed at the mindset of his best friend because unlike him, Wonwoo was much more relaxed and clearly unfazed by everything that was happening - Mingyu was taking it much more serious.

The CEO shrugged, "Maybe he was just bored, who knows."

Before the younger one could argue back, Jihoon raised a hand, "Guys, please," sending a glare to both of them, "I'm trying to do my job here and maybe he said something to Y/N that will make us find out what his issue." The two others got quiet, deciding to let the lawyer do more of the talking as he turned his head back towards you, "Did he say anything else?" YOu gulped.

“You know I don’t like it when women curse like that.”

“I’m going to sue you. Well, not you directly. Oksan & Co. Just wanted to give you a head start,"

You shook away the memory of the sound of his voice, "No," and answered Jihoon, "Not much else. He just said he wanted to give me a head start before officially sending the lawsuit on paper."

The lawyer nodded, directing his pen down to the notebook but stopped shortly before it, scrunching his eyebrows, "Giving YOU a head start? Not the company in general, but you personally? Or you as in you in general? Like, you all, everyone here."

An unwanted nervous chuckle tumbled from your lips as you rubbed your hands together, "M-me personally?"

"Why would he mean that to her personally?" Wonwoo threw in a question, switching his gaze back and forth between you and his friend.

Jihoon shrugged, "I don't know, it could be," and raised his head, meeting your eyes, "Do you know him? Have you ever met him before?"

Have you ever met him before?

Have I? Oh, god... sadly, you have...

Met might be the wrong word though...

You immediately lowered your head to look down at your nails that were hardly covered by nail polish anymore. You shouldn't lie, you knew that. And the time now had come, where you had to let them know. Even though you were convinced that your relation to him had nothing to do with this case - or so you tried to convince yourself - the multiple conversations you had with Binna were still engraved in your brain, reminding you just how wrong you might be.

"Y/N?" You looked back up once you were addressed, meeting the wondering gazes of the three men.

"I-," you stopped yourself, letting the correct way of responding go through your head one more time, "We...," taking another deep breath for looking at the table, trying to avoid their eyes, "We used to be together..." You were afraid that your voice may had been too quiet, but were proven wrong only a second later once the reactions hit you.

"What?!"

"Huh?!"

You could feel how the atmosphere changed immediately. With just those few words, you managed to create the most uneasy surrounding you could've ever imagined. That's how you knew you messed up...

While the two CEOs exclaimed their surprised reaction, Jihoon stayed quiet, but his eyebrows shot up as soon as those words left your lips. His mouth formed a thin line, and with a hesitant nod, he put his pen onto his notebook, not commenting on it any further.

"Wait what?" Mingyu wondered out loud, letting himself fall deeper into the chair, turning his head to look at you, who greeted him with a worried facial expression.

"He's my ex," you commented again, your voice still just quiet enough to be heard in a silent room.

A grunt from in front of you erupted, "We understood that." But you didn't even dare to turn your head.

"Oh wow..." Mingyu ran a hand through his hair as he sighed.

You straightened your back when the realisation of the situation hit you, almost sending a shiver down your spine. "But I don't see how my past relationship with him has anything to do with this," you explained, hoping to prove your point, when deep down you knew, you were most likely wrong.

Jihoon had put the pen down and leaned forward, resting his arms on the table, "I mean," he cleared his throat, "Who knows, you know? It's important that I'm informed about this, but... I obviously don't know how much it's going to affect the lawsuit." He took another breath before continuing, feeling the thickness of the air around you, "It does happen from time to time that exes try to revenge their past partners, so we shouldn't ignore that. I'm not going to focus on this solely, but I'm definitely gonna keep it in mind, and you all should too," he pointed a strict finger at each one of you at the table. "Especially you, Y/N. He will listen to every single word you say and since his lawyer probably also knows about your past, he'll definitely try to lead you onto something. Pick you apart psychologically or try to get something out of you. Be careful, alright?" To which you nodded.

"Why didn't you mention that earlier?" Mingyu asked you, looking straight at you with those kind eyes of his, hoping to show you his genuineness. You thought about that earlier because truth be told, you didn't know. If he were to ask Binna that question, she would tell him that you were too scared to face the truth. To face your past again. And she may or may not just be right about that, but you weren't ready to admit that yet. That man was haunting and taunting you again - the last thing you needed was to take a look into the past.

You shrugged slightly, "I didn't think it was that important."

A very deep sigh echoed through the quiet room before the CEO spoke up for the first time in a while, "Are we done?"

Jihoon looked up at him surprised, as Wonwoo had already stood up, not waiting for an answer, "I mean-"

"Great." He nodded and left the room without even thinking about gracing you with another word. You let your eyes follow his silhouette until it disappeared around the corner, which was when you went to eye the two men at the table again, who seemed to exchange a nod of their heads, making you frown.

Jihoon started packing his stuff back into his bag, "Well then," and sighed, "Let's end this here. I'm gonna send you a few more things within the next few days." He directed his attention toward you, "I got your e-mail address from Wonwoo, I hope that's okay," to which you nodded and he continued, "Please check your mails, guys. I'm also going to create a timetable for the day of the trial. There are still a few things I'd like to talk to you about. But let's do that on the day of." After he stood up, Mingyu and you followed his actions, already taking a few steps towards the door. The two of you escorted him to the elevators, where the co-CEO thanked his friend for his visit and shook his hand. The lawyer extended his hand in front of you, which you accepted gladly, smiling at him, "Thank you for your help."

Jihoon nodded, "Of course. You're welcome. Good luck until then." He was quick to leave once the elevator arrived, leaving Mingyu and you alone in the entrance hall.

The day had finally come to an end after you had put in a few extra hours for the project that was brought into your office three hours prior, analysing it and helping other employees with their ideas. And, of course, it had started raining. Because destiny loved you so much, it decided to let it pour down, while you remembered you were going to have to take public transport again, or opt for a taxi for your ride home. The second option seemed much more appealing, but you couldn't find any in the app on your phone, making you sigh and shake your head. Of course...

One quick look around your office also let you know of the fact that you didn't have an umbrella there anymore after having taken it home a few weeks ago.

Just as you were about to leave, you wanted to say goodbye to the only person left on the floor, but one peek into his office confirmed his absence. He had been less and less in his office throughout the entire day... You shook the thought off, packed your things together and made your way downstairs, praying for finding an empty taxi on the street. As you walked through the foyer, you wished the security guards and other employees a good night before facing the heavy rain outside. As soon as you opened the door, your ears were filled with the loud noises of the drops hitting the ground and small puddles they had already formed. The fact that it was also already rather dark, it was hard to make out any specific cars on the road, and you knew that you probably had already let taxis past you. There was no way that you would be catching one. Every person that was on the pavement either was carrying an umbrella above their head or was getting into a car on the side of the street. And there were you, with your bag on the top of your head, hoping to keep at least some spots of your body dry.

With a sigh, you stopped at the crosswalk to get to the other side where the subway station would be if you were to walk a few hundred metres ahead. Once you got to the other side, you made your way forward, passing the people that were walking next to you, all in a hassle to get somewhere drier.

Only after a few steps, you could've sworn you heard your name being called out, making you turn around, only to see nothing but people bumping into you by accident at your sudden halt. You went on with your walk, cursing in your head when the sound of thunder rang through your ears. It was just, once again, not your day. Stupid car, stupid public transport, stupid weather, stupid-

Two big hands on your shoulders made you jump suddenly, and a screech left your lips. In shock, you had lost the grip you had on your bag, making it almost drop to the floor, but only almost, as the person behind you caught it, bringing it up above your head immediately. Once you finally managed to look up, your heart still pounding heavily in your chest, you were met with the familiar dark eyes you had been missing most of the day.

"Wonwoo?" You wondered out loud, but the man didn't let you say any more words, just mumbling a quiet,

"Let's go," as he pushed you gently to move your body towards the side of the street, where a car was parked - a car you had definitely seen before. He opened the door quickly, motioning for you to get in, before closing the door and jogging towards the other side. Wonwoo got comfortable in the driver seat and managed to make his way back onto the street, entering the late hour traffic, coming to a halt only a few moments later due to a red light. That gave you the time to finally realise what had happened. Only seconds ago, you were getting drained in dirty rainwater, and now you were sitting in a heated seat in the car you never thought you'd ever be in ever again. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see his hand reaching forward to push a few buttons on the middle part of the console.

"You scared the shit out of me," you let your head turn gently to the side, stopping for a second to see him raising the temperature inside of the car, before eyeing his side profile. Wonwoo kept his stone-cold expression, leaning his head on his hand of the arm that was prompt up against the window. His eyes were fixed on the road ahead.

"No thank you for saving my ass from the pouring rain?"

"I was on my to the subway station, so I would've been alright," you answered him back, intertwining your hands in your lap, not giving into the question he spat at you. His voice was laced with something you couldn't put your finger on exactly.

After he took a deep breath in and pushed the gas down to drive, he spoke up again, "I'm sorry for scaring you. I didn't mean to do that," his voice still icy cold.

You nodded, ignoring the tone, "Thank you for pushing me into your car and making everyone around us think you were probably kidnapping me." Even though he didn't say anything, you could see the slight shake of his head after your comment, making you smile softly, but quickly got yourself together again and brushed some of your hair out of your face. Then, silence filled the vehicle. But not the comfortable kind of silence you had shared with him before. This was the type of silence you had dreaded to come across with him again. Just quietness, where you could feel almost every muscle in your body tense up. A silence that was so quiet, you were too scared to breathe and break it with that. But you would've rather suffered through that more than to start a new conversation with the question he broke it with.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He caught you off guard, making you wonder,

"Tell you about what?"

He sighed, "That lovely little boyfriend of yours, Park Chanyeol."

"Don't," you quickly stopped him, straightening down the invisible wrinkles on your pants, "Don't call him that. We were together. Now we're not, and that's it. I don't want to hear the word lovely in the same sentence as his name."

"But why did you keep it a secret?" Wonwoo kept on nagging, making you direct your gaze from the window, back to his side profile.

"Because, like I said, I didn't think it was that important. We broke up like... two... three years ago."

The CEO shook his head again, "You seriously didn't think it would be important to know that you used to be with-"

"No, alright?!" You snapped, wanting to get the subject out of the way as quickly as possible, "No. No, I did not. And I know that it was a mistake, okay?! Can we drop this, please? Jesus..." a heavy sigh tumbled from your lips as you mumbled the last words, "Why do you keep on pushing this..."

"I keep on pushing it because it would've been nice to know in advance and not find out in front of Mingyu and Jihoon," he explained, keeping his voice down, but he couldn't surprise the tension of his body, gripping the wheel a little tighter.

"What's the difference?" You wondered, still clearly annoyed at him not stopping with the questions "You know now, and that's it. So, please..."

"You just shouldn't keep any more secrets. Even if you don't think it's necessary, it might be helpful for Jihoon," he stated, not even daring to look at you.

You nodded, "I know, and I won't. I promise."

"Good," he murmured under his breath. "Where's your car?" Wonwoo finally changed the subject, and you could feel your body relax immediately - as if a switch got flipped.

"For now, still in my garage. I hope the mechanics can pick it up tomorrow. Such a piece of metal trash," you cursed, making Wonwoo raise an eyebrow and slightly tilt his head towards you when you came to another stop.

"So you don't have a car right now?" To which you shook your head,

"Nope. I don't know what's broken, but something is and has been for a while, and I don't have the time nor the patience or understanding of what it is and how to get it fixed. I'm gonna have to get a new one soon." Just the mere thought of having to go through all of the bureaucracy of buying a car almost brought you a throbbing headache.

"Do you need someone to pick you up tomorrow?" His voice brought you out of your thoughts, and you shook your head,

"No, no. I'll take the bus and subway again."

"You do remember that I have a driver that could pick you up, right?" Wonwoo asked you, coming to another halt with his car.

You smiled, "Yes, I do remember him, and I don't want him to pick me up. Thank you, though." One quick look outside let you know that you had arrived home already - the car ride didn't feel that long eventually. Just as you were about to turn your head to thank the CEO for the lift, he had gotten out of his vehicle and rounded it to end up at your door, opening it and waiting for you to get outside, holding an opened umbrella.

"Thank you, you didn't have to do that," you told him, suddenly getting the feeling that your cheeks may have started to heat up, but you chose to ignore it as you hoped the rain covered some of it.

"It's alright," he assured you, getting a hold of your hand and bringing it up, so you were grasping the handle of the umbrella tightly. "Keep it until you get inside," he patted your hands before walking away, making his way to the driver's side again. You had so many questions to ask, but everything happened quicker than you wanted it to, and before you knew it, he was already getting into the car, after shouting a, "See you tomorrow!" over the loud noise of the rain. He didn't drive away just yet, but you took this as a sign to head towards your apartment building, and as soon as you closed the umbrella and walked through the entrance doors, you heard the engine of the vehicle fading into the darkness of the night.

Great, just great. As if having to use the public transport system wasn't worrying enough for you already, being late certainly was it. You didn't know where your head had been the night before, but for some reason, you hadn't managed to put your alarm clock on at the right time, explaining why you were now rushing through your apartment, putting on a blouse, trying to close the buttons while also making sure they were the right ones. You decided there was no time for make-up but that you'd have to do that in the bathroom of the office, nor was there any minute left to spare for your hair, so a ponytail will have to do. And, of course, since we have established that destiny was not your friend, the bell to your door had to ring, making you groan out loud. You were happy to see the deliveryman every other day of the week, but not when you were already running extremely late.

With hasty steps, you crossed the floor, steadying yourself against the wall, before pressing the button to activate the speaker, "Hi, please leave the package with a neighbour, I'm sorry, but I'm alre-"

"Hate to break it to you, but I don't have a package for you. But I do have a car that's waiting for you here." The familiar deep voice of the man you had only just seen the night before rang through the speaker, making you frown.

"Wonwoo?" You wondered out loud, "What are you doing here?"

"Picking you up, what do you think? Believe it or not, it's not exactly my hobby to just wait at other people's doorsteps," he answered you, to which you rolled your eyes at the sarcastic commentary of his.

"You know what I meant."

"I know, but I'd also like to remind you that if you don't come down within the next few minutes, you're gonna be even later than you already are," he reminded you of the time - of course, you knew how late it already was.

"Yeah yeah, I'm coming!" You don't know if he said anything after that as your finger left the button, and you went back to getting everything ready to leave.

Make-Up was packed into your bag with everything else you might need, you had your clothes on, hair was done, and socks were on. Great. Then, only the shoes were missing, which you quickly put on before grabbing your jacket and heading out the door before you could worry any more about what you may have forgotten. On the way down in the elevator, you suddenly started your heart pumping a little harder against your chest again, making you reach up to touch it. This was getting annoying...

The doors opened, and you got out, only to be greeted immediately with Wonwoo's frame already waiting for you behind the glass entrance doors, still waiting where he had rung your bell only a minute ago. When he saw you approaching the door, he took a step back and waited for you to come out.

"What are you doing here?" You didn't even open the door all the way when the words fell from your lips. He held onto the door and opened it more, letting you be able to drop your grip on the handle.

"I think what you meant to say was thank you for driving me to work," he smirked at you, his hands hidden in his pockets after he let the doors fall closed again.

"No, because I said yesterday that I don't need you to pick me up today," you crossed your arms, locking gazes with him as you noticed that he took a few steps closer.

"No," he smiled, "You said you didn't want my driver to pick you up." His statement made you glare at him, squinting your eyes before groaning out loud,

"Ugh, you're just like Binna," shaking your head afterwards.

Wonwoo frowned, "Binna?"

"My best friend," you mumbled, still in the thought of comparing the two with their statements.

He nodded, "Well, I mean, I'd love to keep on talking, but we've got an office to be at in," and looked down at the watch on his wrist, "hm... twenty minutes ago?"

"Twenty minutes already?!" You exclaimed, quickly getting ready to jog towards Wonwoo's car, but he didn't seem to want to stress himself in any way, so you turned around to face him again, "Are you gonna hurry up?" But he casually and slowly made his way towards you, keeping his hands in his pockets. Once he passed you, you could've sworn you heard a small chuckle that came from him, but you weren't sure and decided to let it slide, continuing to eye him confused as he kept up his slow walk towards the vehicle.

Both of you put on your seatbelts before he started the car, making sure that no other car was close so he could hit the streets. You were about to lean back and relax for the ride when you remembered something - you weren't wearing any make-up. Oh god, you totally forgot about that. You leaned forward to let your fingers hastily look for your little cosmetic bag, trying to fish it out. When you finally had it in your hands, you pushed down the sun cover on your side, praying it would have a mirror, which it thankfully did, and got to work right away.

Wonwoo saw what you wear doing out of the corner of his eye, "Why are you putting on make-up now?"

"Because I didn't have time earlier," you answered him, looking for the next make-up item, "And I wanted to do it in the office, but if I have time now, I might as well do it here."

He just nodded.

Another few moments passed in silence, this time a comfortable silence. A truly comfortable silence that you were able to enjoy. Or maybe you just told yourself that because you had other things to focus on anyway.

Just when you were about to finish your routine, the peace of the small space was interrupted by Wonwoo,

"You buttoned your blouse wrong." His comment made you turn your head towards him, before looking down, only to realise that you in fact did. How did you not see that back at home?! You even checked, didn't you?

You couldn't help but to let a few curse words fall from your lips as you put the makeup away to free your fingers, so they could get to work on your top. But that's when it hit you what you were doing, just out in the open pretty much, so you turned to the side a little bit,

"Don't look," and warned Wonwoo of any intention he may have had, making him chuckle right as he turned on the indicator before he took a left.

"You do remember that I've had you naked on my desk, right?" He smirked at you. You gasped and turned your head to glare at him, but he didn't even care to change his facial expression, keeping up the smug grin of his.

"You-" you started, but cut yourself off with a shake of your head, "Unbelievable."

He shrugged, "It's the truth." To which you fished a Q-tip out of your cosmetic bag and threw it at him,

"Stop," to warn him, but it only made him chuckle again.

For some reason, this scene felt... nice. Comfortable in a way. It was just the two of you and even though you were in quite a compact space, it didn't feel like it at all. You didn't feel restricted or uncomfortable. Hearing Wonwoo laugh like this next to you was something you didn't want to leave as a one-time-only experience.

The time passed too quickly and suddenly, within the blink of an eye, you were standing in front of the courtroom. Your legs were shaking, your arms were quivering, and you didn't even trust your voice to let any steady words out. There was too much going on - too much you weren't prepared for. Even with the help and preparation of Jihoon, you couldn't push down the anxiety that was rushing through your body faster than the speed limit on highways.

Some people had already filled some seats in the room, but you couldn't even bring yourself to peek inside, scared that you might actually have to throw up right then and there. Jihoon, Wonwoo, and Mingyu were sitting at the designated desk right in front of the judge, but you had excused yourself to go to the bathroom and hadn't brought yourself to go back in yet. The other party that was to blame for this all hadn't shown up yet, and you were more than thankful for that - the weird looks of the people passing you were enough for now.

For the sixth time already, you straightened every inch of your dress, even though you knew it wouldn't do much but you needed to keep your hands occupied while your legs were taking you around the hallway. With your head down, you didn't see the chest you were about to bump into when it was already too late. You jumped at the sudden contact, but the hands on your shoulders steadied you. The grip felt comforting and more familiar than you'd like to admit and looking up, you were greeted with the eyes you were expecting. Wonwoo's dark orbs had interlocked with yours, not breaking the gaze. The only thing in your way were the glasses he was wearing - you had never seen him in these ever before, but you were most definitely not complaining.

"Are you okay?" He wondered, his eyes filled with concern as he had watched you walk up and down the hallway for longer than he'd let anyone ever know.

You rubbed your hands together, feeling the lump in your throat already forming, "I-I don't know..."

"We're all a bit nervous, it's okay," he tried to assure you, unsure of how much he could help you in this situation, knowing that it was never him that was good whenever it came to feelings. He ran his hands gently up and down your upper arms, hoping it would comfort you in some way.

You shook your head, "But I don't think I'm just a bit nervous," your voice immediately became quieter and as soon as you dropped your head down again, Wonwoo pushed you softly to the side, making you lean against the wall.

"What are you nervous about? We're all here together. Nothing's gonna happen," he spoke to you, and as much as his words should have helped you, your worries took over.

"How is nothing going to happen? So much is about to happen in this little room," you pointed toward the door harshly, "I know Chanyeol. I know him so fucking well. And I know he won't let us go that easily."

You didn't notice the arm he had swung around in the middle of your rant until he spoke again, "We have Jihoon with us. He's gonna help us in every way he can, don't worry."

"I know he'll help us. And I'm not questioning his abilities to do so," you gulped, "I just... I know what that man is capable of, and that worries me."

Wonwoo let a few seconds of silence pass before directing your conversation in a different direction, "Jihoon knows who the other lawyer is, by the way. And it's kind of funny because-" but before he was able to finish his statement, another voice stopped him.

"Guys," Mingyu let his head peek out from the door, "They want to start."

"Without the others?" The CEO wondered, to which his friend just shrugged his shoulders,

"I don't know, they said they'll be here any second." Before disappearing again.

"Alright, well then," Wonwoo pushed himself off the wall, stopping to stand in front of you, sending you a somewhat sad smile, "Are you ready?"

"No," you answered truthfully, "How could I be?" Your voice was as small as it had never been before.

Without even hesitating, he reached out to get a hold of your hand, waiting for you to push him away, but when he noticed you not reacting negatively, he brought you in closer.

"You can do this. We'll go through it together, alright?"

You let your body do its own thing, as you leaned into his arm slightly, resting the side of your head on his shoulder and nodding hesitantly. That's all he needed to take a few steps forward, waiting for you to do the same, before entering the room together. You raised your head again and walked in, holding your head up high, just like Jihoon told you to do.

After taking a seat right, with Jihoon to your right and Wonwoo to your left, the lawyer let you know about some last-minute details, reminding you of the most important info you'd need for the day. In the middle of your conversation, you were 'finally' graced with the presence of the other party.

Chanyeol had entered the room, just like he usually would - his chin so high that his nose almost touched the ceiling, a proud smirk on his lips. The smirk that once made you swoon, now made you want to throw up. The sudden feeling of a hand on your legs made you turn your head to the left. Wonwoo had placed his to stop your limp from shaking, and you thanked him with a tight smile on your lips. But his eyes were glaring at the man that had just walked in.

"Good morning, ladies and gents," Chanyeol greeted you as soon as he was on the same level as the four of you, nodding to each one of you with a shit-eating grin decorating his face as if he didn't put you in this misery. He was followed by non-other than his trusty little friend, and lapdog Sehun - a man you had also gotten to know quite well over the years. You used to like him. He was a good friend of yours. That's right, he was.

"Hi Y/N," he smiled at you, sending you a small wave before also greeting the CEOs next to you, slightly more politely. You could tell he was much more nervous than Chanyeol was. He had always been that type of guy. Slightly more careful and... caring. Like he actually had a heart. Unlike his asshole of a best friend.

You weren't scared of him. If anything, he was probably more scared of you at that moment, and especially of the men by your side. Who did scare you though, was the third man that trailed behind them. A man you knew too well. So well, you'd call him family, because... he was.

"Jeonghan?" You exclaimed out loud as soon as he was next to Jihoon.

"Oh, Y/N. Hi!" He smiled, "To say that it's a surprise to see you here would be a lie, I'm sure you're aware of that," the salty chuckle made you want to punch him, "But it's still nice to see you again. And greetings to the gentlemen as well." You blocked out the other words that came from his mouth as you positioned yourself to look straight ahead to where the judge would later sit, in trance from what had just happened.

Jeong... Jeonghan... was their lawyer. That's how you knew just how screwed you were.

A gentle shake on your shoulders brought you back, "Y/N?" Wonwoo called out for you quietly.

"Hm?"

"You know him?" His eyes landed on the lawyer of the other team that had taken his seat, still smiling just like his client.

You nodded, "Sadly..."

"How?" That time, it was Jihoon questioning you.

You let your gaze fall to the man in question, keeping it on him for a second before shutting your eyes in disbelief, and taking a deep breath in. You opened them again, but then found the table to be much more interesting, brushed a hand through your hair, and finally gave them the answer they were waiting for with a deep sigh as you had to admit with a heavy heart,

"He's my cousin."

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meimi-haneoka · 4 months

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Hello! I want to ask about something I still don't quite grasp in chapter 79. With Blank, Sakura wanted to make the Squids & the Association forgot about Akiho and Kaito, so that the activation of D seal would be undone and the magic arrows would stop too. However, I think even if Sakura erase the memories of the Squids & the Association, it would not undo the D seal and magic arrows because she would only alter people's memories instead of rewriting the actual reality. I'm trying to apply the same logic here with how Momo's book worked. Even though the english translation kept giving impression that Momo's book rewrote history / actual reality, I still stick to the understanding that this book only rewrote people's memories because the artifact still existed. This was why Kaito needed the Exchange card too, because Momo's book would not be enough to remove the artifact from Akiho or prevent it to be created in the first place. What is your take on this? Thank you in advance! ❤

Hi dear!! Let me answer to this ask of yours first, I have others to answer too but since I've read the ask and my brain formed automatically an answer, I want to write it down before I forget and fail to explain it properly like I'm trying to do now!

As Kaito explained, making the casters of the arrow attack forget about the existence of the bearer of the Seal of D would also stop the attack itself.

This is because when they casted that particular automatic spell, the way they've set it was "attack anyone who dispels the Seal of D over Yuna D. Kaito". And it seems it's very important that, when a magician casts a spell, they KNOW and are aware of the target of their spell. This is also the reason why Sakura NEEDED something that would know of Kaito's existence, like the pocket watch when she returned Kaito to his original aspect ("I don't know you, but this pocket watch does"), and also when she used the artifact to make the Squids/Clan forget about Kaito and Akiho ("this Book knows the both of you"). She didn't only need to borrow their powers, she literally needed those two tools because they've been in contact with Kaito, whom she still couldn't remember about.

The thing is, if you make the magician who casted a spell forget about the target, it's like the spell is missing a part of the "instructions". For how I understand it, this is because spells are highly dependent on a magician's conscience. You can't cast a spell if you don't know/don't remember about your target. Hence why the attack could be stopped by making the Squids/Association forget about those two. Because their spell would automatically miss a part of the "instructions".

For the Forbidden Spell of the Book of Time, things are different: we're indeed talking about a tremendous spell that does not change the fabric of reality to a deep level, but still messes with everyone's memories and even produces limited physical discrepancies. The issue here is different, indeed Kaito needed Exchange because the Forbidden Spell would only satisfy the "make Akiho live a happy life with Sakura's family" part of his wish, but could not remove the artifact from Akiho because it couldn't actually change reality to such a deep level. As I always say to make people understand better, the Forbidden Spell places everyone under a giant hallucination, but the facts are still as they were before.

So I think we're talking about two different issues, here: the issue with the attack from the Squids originates in how the spell was casted in the first place, while for the Book of Time we're talking about the final purpose of the spell itself.

I hope it's clear where I see the difference between the two?? 😕😅

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perplexingluciddreams · 3 months

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General ramble update:

ME/CFS crash is the most shittest shitty thing ever to exist. and makes sensory so bad with the sweating and sweating and the temperature dysregulation and the pain and the flushing hot hot face ears neck chest bad angry bad.

and then can't properly regulate sensory OR emotional because swing is make sore and more tired and more flush face ears neck chest.

and in a weird weather point where my usual hoodie makes too warm and sweaty (Worst Bad Sensory Ever), but arms is cold with only t-shirt no hoodie...

AND can't do physio walking because of crash. i thought it got better for a day or two, then did too much (mostly swing), now it is worse than the first part of the crash.

fucking hate ME/CFS it is the cruelest most horrible disease and i so so fucking wish i didn't have it

Also, AFOs still give problems (so can't even wear at this point). we try to contact orthotics people, but honestly i don't know if they can do much different at this point. i don't know if they could edit the ones i have to be wear-able, and if they can't then i really don't want to go through the process of getting another pair made, just for it to not work (and have to struggle with disappointment All Over Again).

i know i said before positive things about these AFOs, but that is my usual mess up of following scripts (copy/borrow words from others) before i even know my own feelings. i mix up anxiety and apprehension and not-sure-yet feelings with excited, because they are all "high" feelings. like buzzy and tense and energy. similar body feeling, maybe? then it is only a while later when i actually process my own body feelings, both for emotions (like anxious and disappointed) and physical sensations (like the pressure-pain from AFOs). it is only then i can say accurate things about the subject. this applies to any subject for me.

and Mum and Dad ordered a recliner chair for me, to put my Recliner Support System (from Special Tomato) on. when the chair comes they will set it all up, then at some point i will try it. but i will learn from my mistakes with speaking too soon on AFOs, and wait a while until i process, then update on that.

i think i am getting very very gradually slower. definitely having more semi-stuck moments where i can still move my body but can't transition task - or can't even know what i am supposed to do next. it is taking me longer and longer each toilet trip, i get stuck sitting on the toilet and between each step. it is affecting all my movements, but i try not to compare the walking part too much since there is other factors in that.

i want to write much more about regression and (highly suspected) catatonia stuff. i have a lot to say.

more mood stuff like getting easily "worked up" and aggression, and more getting close to meltdown easily, more hit self without control when i get only a tiny bit upset. but that is also part of ME/CFS crash for me, so i will not judge that until i have longer time to compare it.

also mentally everything is just hard. (which is also partial explanation for the quick aggression and mood shit). i "clock out" or "shut off" most of the time, because i simply don't have the time, ability, energy, to even think about everything that is happening/has happened to me. whether due to health shit, past trauma, regression/decline... it is all too much. brain loud. and loud = takes more energy. so, i can't.

this post seems overall quite negative, i think. but that is just my mental place recently. it is not always quite this bad internally for me. but when it is bad, i can't pull myself out of it, i don't have that ability, i can't regulate like that. only suppress and ignore and avoid, in hopes of avoiding meltdowns. my only hope is swing swing swing, music, watch things, and shut off clock out brain. don't let myself think or feel or remember the reality. just live in the safe parts of my brain's inside world.

hopefully i will have more positive feeling soon, and maybe happier things to share. although it is important for me to share the shit stuff too, it gets out of my brain a bit this way, relieve some pressure. i just wish i could get more out (of past things and memories, mostly. that is what makes the most noise in my head).

at least i have sensory galaxy light projector, Downton Abbey, sudoku, and safe music playlist (called "fills brain just right"). 💚

#words from my head #myalgic encephalomyelitis #chronic fatigue syndrome #ankle foot orthotics #autism #autistic #autistic catatonia #autism regression #swearing

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cowboy · 1 year

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how did you lose depression wtf i think you're the first person to ever do it

horribly yet fascinatingly, i think going to spain helped a lot. i was able to leave for a month and a half to go visit (i was poor and made poorer by the visit, dont get any illusions of wealth, all my graduation money went into the ticket and i stayed with family friends so i paid nothing for room and board thankfully) right after senior year of high school. i had never left the continent and i had been trapped in my childhood house for the 9 years i'd been depressed at that point, so i think being able to hit a hard restart and actually properly get away from the nucleus of my trauma (and also my parents who had caused much of it) really, really helped. I also was going through a serious breakup halfway through the trip, and was also getting ready to go to college, so i think having so many transitional life experiences all at once in a comforting and relaxing environment made me realize my life wasn't necessarily over just because it was hard to handle everything emotionally. I guess you could say... the trip helped prevent me from being overwhelmed as I always did back at home. seeing the sun and beauty of the world every day also really helped.

i had genuinely been gearing up to kill myself when i turned 18 so having then turned 18 and not actually wanting to... it made me realize there was hope still. and then aside from all that, i genuinely think something chemically changed in my brain because i no longer felt the constant horrific dread and self-hate that i had always felt previously. i used to just live in my head, experiencing only the negativity i fostered towards myself and shutting out pretty much any chance at genuine self-love and proper relationship-building. I still do that sometimes when i'm really low, but I love myself infinitely more than i used to, and i no longer treat myself like i deserve less than others. i mean i guess i still do, but definitely not to the degree i did back then.

overall, depression is not easy to beat and there is no one-size-fits-all but having experienced the worst of the worst for nearly a decade straight and now being happy and finding the best in every day, i can say it's possible. it might take a bunch of stabs in the dark but it's worth trying and hoping. it also takes a LOT of effort and work to not let yourself slip into the vortex; if i didn't actively talk to myself every day and remind myself of the good in the bad and get myself out of the house etc etc i would absolutely be liable to become horribly depressed again.

also lastly i'm absolutely an optimist and at my core i am very trusting and hopeful in most situations, so i think personality-wise i'm lucky enough where i maybe don't have to work as hard as others to change my inherent view on the world. i'm a smiley guy and i don't think creating your own pain in the world is worth it if you can help it!

#asks #thanks

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Life's too Short - Part 2

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Summary: After Colombia, you weren't sure you'd ever be able to trust Frankie ever again but circumstances bring you to realise that life is too short… You just hoped you weren't too late to mend fences.

Relationships: Frankie Morales x Reader

Warnings: Like AO3, I choose not to list any warnings. (Wasn't gonna keep ya waiting long ❤️ enjoy! Wrote this instead of working 😅)

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Part 1

You rocked in your seat as you awaited news. The alarms still ringing in your ears. Will had, had to carry you from the room when your legs had given out and you'd sobbed uncontrollably. Now he waited with you. His hand laced with yours as he stared off into the distance.

"Morales?" Your head shot up and your eyes were greeted by a different doctor this time.

"Yes." You replied, your voice barely above a whisper and you went to stand, only to be stopped by his raised hand "Please."

"How is he doc?" Will asked, his hand squeezing yours tightly.

"He's stable for now." The doctor confirmed and you both breathed a collective sigh of relief "I need to be candid with you both. Mr Morales' condition isn't good. We are currently treating his brain bleed with medication but currently, he's not responding."

"What does that mean?" You choked and the doctor sighed.

"It means that we will likely need to operate." You both slumped back in your chairs, sharing a glance before you return your attention to the man standing across from you "We don't want to resort to surgery unless absolutely necessary. Your husband's other injuries and the massive blood loss are also a cause for concern. We won't know the level of damage this has caused until he wakes up."

"If he wakes up." Will piped up and the doctor nodded grimly.

"We will do all we can for your husband Mrs Morales but I wouldn't be doing my job properly if I didn't tell you that your husband's chances are slim." You gave the doctor a weak nod, showing him that you understood what he was saying to you "I would get any family that you think needs to be here over as soon as you can."

"He's only got me and our two daughters." You replied, "His parents died a few years ago."

"I'll call Santi and let Ben know." Will piped up "Perhaps you should get Amanda to bring the girls."

"They're babies will." You sobbed, eyes flitting between him and the doctor "They shouldn't have to witness their father slip away."

"Bringing them might help." The doctor piped up "He's unconscious but studies show that coma patients are aware of their surroundings. Talk to him. Let him know you're there and that he's loved. The fight is down to him." He said as he placed a friendly hand on your shoulder 'Give him something to fight for."

…

You were sitting reading to Frankie when a nurse pushed Ben into the room. You smiled sweetly at him as you stood from your chair to help her seat him in the chair on the other side of Frank's bed.

"I should break bones more often if it means I get to have two lovely women fawning over me." He grinned and you snorted, giving his arm a playful punch before straightening up and glancing at your husband "How's he doing?"

"Vitals are slowly getting worse." You sighed "The swelling in his brain has reduced a little but his pressures keep dropping."

"Ah, Fish." Ben sighed and you gave him a weak smile and his arm a friendly squeeze before making your way back to your chair.

"Amanda's bringing the girls over." You stated "One last ditch attempt to get him to try to fight this." You sighed "If not then it'll give them a chance to see him one last time."

"Pope's on a flight over." Ben stated "Managed to get the last seat on a non-stop flight. Due in tomorrow evening."

"He'll be too late." You sobbed as you grabbed Frankie's cold hand.

"You can't think like that Sweetheart."

"My husband is hanging on by a thread." You choked "He crashed almost as soon as I first walked into this room."

"He just needs some time."

"He doesn't have time Ben." You sobbed "I left him and I'm to lose him. Guess that's my punishment for letting the best man I know, slip through my fingers."

"You did what you thought was right." Ben intervened and you scoffed.

"Look where that got me." You snapped "I'm alone, I'm miserable and now I'm to lose the men I love. He's gonna die never knowing that I never stopped loving him." Your tears fell freely then "That I was seriously starting to second guess my decision but I was too late!"

Frankie's heart monitor started to blare and you shook your head, afraid that history was about to repeat itself but instead you got a stern look from one of his nurses.

"You need to try and keep your tone positive." She stated as she pointed at the monitor "His heart rate spiked because he was stressed. He's too weak to be stressed so you need to tone whatever ya'll be talking about in here down."

You nodded and watched the nurses leave, feeling your heart prickle with guilt. But then your eyes settled on your husband and you started to wonder if maybe he could hear you. That perhaps he did just need something to fight for.

So you decided that you were going to give him just that.

"Hermosa!" Santi gushed as he pulled you into his arms before glancing down at Mia who snoozed soundly on your shoulder "How are you doing?" He asked as he cupped the infant's head and placed a soft kiss on her brow.

"As good as can be expected." You sighed "Will and Ben are in there with him at the moment sitting with the eldest. Alicia is currently mumbling some random babble story that the boys are particularly enthralled by." You chuckled "Reckon she'll be a good public speaker once she can string together coherent sentences."

Santi chortled at that before his eyes drifted to Frank's door.

"Go." You said as you motioned with your head "I'll be in in a few."

Santi didn't need to be told twice. He made his way to the door and smiled when she saw Will holding Alicia in his lap as she dramatically regaled her story.

"ANTEEEE." She practically screeched and the boys looked up and smiled at the sight of Pope standing there.

He gave them all a sweet smile as he stepped further into the room and then it dropped when his eyes fell on Fish. He looked like shit. His face was a patchwork of cuts and bruises. His chest was almost bare. A bright white bandage was wrapped around his middle and another around his head. A thick tube stuck out between his chapped lips. Held in place was tape.

"Ah, Hermano." Santi muttered under his breath as he stood and Frankie's side, his eyes filling with tears.

"Papi poorly." Alicia piped up and Pope's eyes darted to her, her eyes a carbon copy of Frank's.

"Yes, he is Princesa." Santi agreed, giving her a sad smile.

"Mumma cry." She said, her bottom lip trembling as her big brown eyes grew round and wet.

Will pulled her close and she let out a small sigh before curling up in the man's arms. Santi then noticed the shape Ben was in and let out a small gasp.

"Fight go badly Ben?" He enquired and Ben let out a breathy chuckle as he scraped a bruised hand over his face.

"Nah, I was in the car with him." Ben replied, "Broke my leg, arm and I have a pretty nasty concussion but other than that I'm okay."

"Shit."

"Language." Will scorned and Pope smirked.

"Sorry."

"How's she really doing?" Pope asked, noting Alicia had dosed off.

"She's trying to be strong but in reality, she's falling apart." Ben sighed.

"What are the doctors saying?"

"He's not any better." Will shrugged "If anything just getting gradually worse. The swelling increased on his brain overnight so he was rushed in for emergency surgery to relieve it. He's just so weak man."

"But this is Fish." Ben piped up "He'll keep on swimming." He said with surety "He always does."

Pope gave Ben a nod before glancing up at you as you rocked your sleeping daughter in your arms.

For your sake… He hoped Ben was right.

…

You were sitting watching Alicia with fondness as she sat crosslegged on Frankie's bed, talking enthusiastically about the puppy she'd seen that morning. Mia was suckling noisily on your breast, brown eyes wide as she grabbed at you.

When your youngest was done you placed her down on her tummy beside her dad. Keeping your hands close to her as she glanced up at him. At five almost five months old, her neck was strong and she had started army crawling as much as she could. You watched her do just that so she could get a little closer to Frankie and your heart ached. You just wished he'd turn that corner.

He'd made it longer than anyone had expected. Three days… three days he'd managed to keep holding on and you hoped it was because he knew his babies were there with him. That their presence was giving him something to cling to.

You glanced up when the doctor entered the room and you gave him a small smile as he started to check your husband over.

"Sup Doc." Alicia chirped and he chuckled.

"The ceiling." He said with a wink before looking up at you "How are you doing?" He asked, just like he did every day and you smiled.

"Same as yesterday."

"Well, you'll be pleased to hear that Fish's vitals are looking better." He said excitedly and your eyes grew wide "Whatever it is you girls are doing. Keep at it."

"Papi better?" Alicia asked and the doctor chuckled.

"He's getting there sweetheart." He said softly "So keep taking care of him because it's helping."

"Yes, sir." She said, giving him a salute and he gave you a bemused look.

"Ask him." You motioned at Frank.

He gave you a knowing smirk before ruffling Alicia's curls and leaving the room. Leaving you with more hope than you'd had in what felt like an eternity.

The days then merged into a week. You sat, with your daughters, at Frankie's bedside every day. You read to him. Helped the nurses clean him. You did anything you could think of to try and get him to continue fighting. Each day, the doctor seemed to be happy with his progress.

It was slow.

But it was progress nonetheless and you told Frankie each day how proud you were of him. How you'd take him to his favourite steak restaurant and buy him the biggest one on the menu if he continued to fight.

Another week then passed and he started to make real, noticeable, improvements. He started to fight the ventilator. So they took him off it. His vitals continued to get stronger and he showed more signs that he was aware of his surroundings.

Ben, being stuck in a wheelchair, spent a lot of his time with you. Helping with the girls when they were there and then being general company for you when they weren't. You felt yourself growing closer to the younger Miller. A true friendship forming between the two of you. You knew what they said though. Tragedy brings people together.

You were in the middle of a passionate conversation about the latest episode of a show you were both hooked on that you'd almost missed Frankie's hand squeezing yours.

"Frankie?" You asked as you jumped to your feet "Can you hear me?" You asked and he gave you a weak nod as his eyes cracked open.

"Ben, stay with Frank whilst I fetch someone."

The room was a flurry of movement then as nurses filled the space with energy and movement. Frankie's doctor was talking to him as you stood back and watched, your hands shaking with a mixture of excitement and nerves. One nurse fed him a few ice chips as another propped up his bed a little more then, after what felt like hours, everyone started to filter out.

"I'll leave you to catch up." The doctor said with a smile before he too left and then your eyes settled on your husband.

He seemed to be more lucid now. The claws of sleep had a looser grip on him now. You stared at each other for a while. Not knowing what to do or say. Then his lip curled up into a small smile and you knew then exactly what you wanted to do.

You closed the distance with a few long strides. Grabbed his face in your hands… and you kissed him. Pouring all the love, adoration and need you had for him into it.

"What was that for?" He croaked when you finally pulled away and you smiled.

"I almost lost you." You choked and his brows drew together.

"Did you?"

"Yes." You sobbed "But you're okay now." He nodded weekly, closing his eyes as you rested your forehead against his "We're okay now."

"We?" He squeaked and you grinned.

"Yes Francisco, we." You confirmed, "I am never leaving you again." You kissed him sweetly, smiling against his lips.

"I love you." He whispered as a few tears slipped down his cheeks.

"I love you too." You said before a comfortable silence fell over the room.

I love you three." Piped up Ben and you snorted, grinning when Frankie gave him the finger.

Everything was going to be okay.

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