#I'M EXCITED BUT NOT READY OML

[ressjeon]

WAIT THIS IS TOO FAST WDYM JJK1 IS FINALLY HAPPENING WHAT

[cornyforjk]

Drive me crazy | Teaser | jjk

SUMMARY

In which you are stuck living with an arrogant rookie racer who thinks of you as an obstacle, ready to ruin your glory, but things get heated when he has a pervy smile hidden under that pretentious attitude. Emotions that are complicated. You could never fall for your enemy! He's sabotaging you.

You are stuck sharing a room with the self-absorbed rookie racer whose name shines with arrogance, but you can't deny his hot actions or the fact that he would be what people call a 'perfect boyfriend'.

Racers from all over the world come to the tracks of USA with the desire to snatch the glory, the desire to sabotage, the desire to get revenge. And Jeon Jungkook is one of them. You being the first ever female to race on those stereotyped paths want nothing coming between you and the profound glory, but life has other plans for you as you find yourself tied between the unquenched thirst of revenge...and love.

You can't love someone who is sabotaging you. He's your enemy! He'll always be your enemy.

With all the cliches re-written, there is a twist unforgettable. Can two enemies finally come together?

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a/note: HELLLOOOO I'm back with my first ever SERIES OML. I'm very excited for this one and I'm looking forward to good responses and y'all's love <3.

[P.S might update the first chapter today are y'all ready?]

Dm me Or send an ask to be added in the taglist for the series.

[deadpuppetboi]

Man, I say this with ALL of my might.

Give me your worst.

Y’all ain’t ready for the rest of Meddling Kids.

Also I am so fucking sorry for not updating it for almost a month I’m starting on the next outline ASAP and I can guarantee it coming out within the next 3 days.

[redskull199987]

Spider-Man:Across the Spiderverse

I finally got to see the movie yesterday, so I thought I'd write down some of my thoughts:)

!SPOILERS! for Across the Spiderverse

The animation of this movie. Oh!My!Lord! I don't think that people realize how insane this is. I mean, the first movie already revolutionized animation but the second bro.

Talking of Animation:Hobie Brown aka Spider-punk. I read that they animated him on every 3rd frame I believe, so that he was different from anyone else in every way, even in his animation. He breaks the law in every way and that's such a nice detail

Speaking of details. The Trans-flag in Gwen's room and the BLM pin on Miles' backpack have my heart. It's such a little detail, but it's so heartwarming. Its a presentation that is definitely needed.

I was not ready for Miguel O'Hara or Hobie Brown or Pavitr Prabhakar. I mean, I already loved them from the trailer, but they were even better in the movie. Especially Hobie and Pavitr. I love how Hobie didn't wanna be part of anything in the beginning. He didn't help chase Miles nor did he try to force him to leave his father behind. He's just so awesome. And his style, DEAR LORD

speaking of styles:BEN REILLY lady's and gentlemen(and everything in between and beyond). Did ya'll see him!? He was even animated in comic style, that was so awesome. He was exactly like he always was, I love him sm man

Can we talk about how cute Mayday is. Like, I usually don't like children, but she is such a sweetheart and she's so strong already. I think she's gonna be a great Spider someday

Also, THE PLOTTWIST?! like, technically you could've guessed that Miles was never supposed to be bitten, but I never thought about it. WOLRD 42 EVERYONE. WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING IN THERE!? MILES AS THE PROWLER!? OML!?!?!

Next thing, all the different spider personas. It was so cool, sometimes I didn't even know where to look at because I didn't wanna miss anything. There were so many and everyone was beautiful in every way. From T-Rex to Cat. Also, Game Spider-Man was featured which was such a cool detail. I think Miles's roommate was even playing the Spider-Man game. They really included everything you could think of.

Also, Toby and Andrew!?!?! Bro they were in the movie, so that means that Miles and the others could eventually be in the Movies of the MCU. I mean, it's kind of confirmed now that they know of that reality, since Miguel talked about Tom's Spider-Man and Dr Strange. I'm just so excited for what's to come!!!

I think that's all for now, but I am still flabbergasted by this movie and I think I'll always will be

[m4rs-ex3]

✨ rayllum ✨

whaddya want from me i have to talk about it rn. aaaaaaaaaaaaa🫶🫶🫶🫶 boundaries. trust. FINGERGUNS. they. them. my pronouns are they because i'll never be them. callum is done wasting time being mad and is now devoting all of his time remembering and/or discovering HOW MUCH HE LOVES THIS GIRL UGH 💕💞💖💗💞💕💖💝💝💘💖💓 he is the sweetest fucking thing rn oml he can see now that she will always be there for him and he wants her to know and im normal. aside from the core developments of their relationship omfg we were SERVED. the banter, the softness, the absolute bestie(+) behavior. let's review:

(e1) "practical? like what ; :)" that is the flirtiest fuckin face ive ever seen

"yes. you. uh.. rayla."

"i was lookin for you! uh.. callum." HIS FACEEEE HIS WIDDLE SMILE

"i can see that. let her go." ZERO hesitation. also mad foreshadowing

"she broke into the high mage's office." "no that's crazy. she can go in there any time she wants." UGH i expected a "no that's crazy she would never do that" but he's straight up like 'whats mine is urs bbg" 😭✋

"the elf stole it." oh.. ok his face doesn't look too happy there i wonder if "shes not 'the elf.' she's rayla." OH FUCK ME THEN

"and she was hiding a weapon" "so what? she always is?" IM SCREAMING I LOVE THEM SM

it doesn't even seem that for a second he was perturbed about rayla having the murder weapon, more so that he was looking straight at the murder weapon. she's always been in the clear 🫡

"if she didn't tell me... she has a good reason." THIS. THIS RIGHT HERE. THIS-- iiis getting its own post.

"it means i trust her. unconditionally." brb dying happy

his face when she unchained herself god he loves his non-law-abiding girlfriend

"you don't have to explain or justify anything to me. you can tell me when you're ready :)" what can i even say at this point

(e2) "well i'm glad you liked it :)" kill me now

"and now... here we are," there it is he still sees them as one unit, defying all odds and persevering all circumstances oh me oh my

stargazing obvi

(e3) RAYLA IN CALLUM'S DOODLE. HE DIDN'T HAVE TO ADD HER IN THERE YET THERE SHE IS LOOKING ADORABLE

"she can't stop us." "nobody can >:)" "so we're going to lux aurea right? ; :)" "too right we are >:)>:)>:)>:)"

their chaos <3

(e4) rayllum montage my beloved THAT MUSIC

if you guys have been weird please show me normal

"rayla, we've been through a lot, and a lot has changed, ah- um, well, some things have changed, but not.. everything. uh... i would do anything for you."

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this is not fucking real what the fuckity fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

they are The standard

i've seen a lot of ships in my day way too many perhaps but no one compares

he's so patient and respectful w her 😭 the way he just gently holds out his hands

she fully emphasized that freeing them wasn't her priority and yet just ZERO hesitation callum saw his girl in distress and dropped everything no second thought required

THE HAND HOLDDDD THAT WAS SO SOFT

HE WAS SO FRICKEN EXCITED TO HELP HER

about to die and only one priority mhm

THUMB RUB THUMB RUB THUMB RUB THUMB RUB THUMB RUB THUMB RUB THUMB RUB

"i waited too long" i am so absolutely insane feral indignant

"i hope you know-" "i know."

bury me

(e5) fist bump. thats it im done im gone oh m !!!!! FIST !!! BUMP !!!!! YOU ABSOLUTE DORKS YOU <3<3<3<3<3

i am weak and the water scene is literally my favorite

he IMMEDIATELY knows shes uncomfy

AND he waits for her

"i don't think i'm comfortable pushing- hey!" "see? i pushed you first! pushing is easy!"

12:06 ish that glance downward tho 👀

the hand snatch of the century. her face. his face. that squeeze. "together." that ttm parallel.

HE HELD HER HAND THE ENTIRE TIME 😭😭😭💗

"-the entire world would be in danger-" IM SORRY BUT HE LOOKED STRAIGHT. AT HER. THAT LOOK KILL ME

"an amulet. or, uh, is it a talisman? what's the difference?" HER SWEET LIL GIGGLE (might just be the last sweet moment i have to report on)

beginning o e7 they're standing together on deck what happened all last night i need to know

her catching him when he collapsed :') and holding him up the rest of the time

"LET HIM GO!"

so e8 🙂

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female rage has nothing on callum.

5 seasons. so many characters. so many losses. we have never seen this much emotion from anyone. i can hardly joke right now but he really embodied "don't you just wanna go apeshit?" i consume so much fucking media and this is new even for me. callum has never even had a temper. through all of this--getting kidnapped, abused, mentally and physically, seeing what his friends are going through--he hasn't broke. and then, seeing his biggest fear, the thing he's been plagued with for years, the thing we've seen him throw away his life to prevent, comes true, and he loses it. the scream, grunt & inhale, the speed, the aggression, the fucking expression. it's not hard to see how what happened next happened, i'm surprised he didn't do worse.

“all that talk about how love makes you stronger, but the second you see that elf girl in pain, you completely lost yourself.” mitski miyawaki kindly carry me out

every threat or demand finnegrin has made and callum has done nothing but scour. he has been as strong as anyone can be. and all of a sudden here he is crying out for mercy, pleading, bargaining, the lowest we've ever seen him. it hurts, but finnegrin was right.

"just... just let her go."

"NO! NO"

his defeat. we know this is because of... literally everything he has ever stood for being demolished. but his personal moral catastrophe aside, don't you find it interesting how he did all of that to keep rayla safe, and yet he never once went to her? i made another post abt this but i'm saying it again: rayla told him not to. and she believed in him. she's safe, but i don't think he thought he really saved her. he doesn't think he deserves anything she's giving him. he refuses to indulge in her, he refuses to confide in her, he refuses to seek her out. but he just saved her life. but that's not enough. not enough to resolve this within himself, and apparently not enough for the girl who's life he has saved twice now, who has stuck by him for years, who has dedicated everything to him, to be able to be okay with it. and he just kind of... accepts it. he doesn't beg for forgiveness, that being said he doesn't tell her either. this may seem like he's protecting himself, that he really just doesn't want to lose her, that he doesn't want to face this at all, but maybe it's him not wanting to disappoint her. yknow i really hate to be one of those people who ignores how basically all of callum's character surrounds his own internal conflict in favor of rayllum fan service, but fuck it's hard no to sometimes. he wants to be her hero, but he isn't; not to himself, anyway. this would always be the case. and yet... he did it all anyway. if that isn't unconditional, i'm jumping off a bridge.

no matter who he's protecting he is still being so strong for her

"yeah. yeah, i'm okay. i am." no, that obviously wasn't the truth. but for a "horrible liar," he sure appeared at least a little bit better. at the end of the day, the end of the battle, rayla's okay. and that always seems to help.

face touch 🩷

that hug man. her deep sigh. his shame melting into unavoidable comfort. him letting go despite all his better judgement. also it was cute. homicidal. but cute.

THE OTHER WATER SCENE IM STARTING TO THINK I HAVE A TYPE

the "eyes on me" thing AUUUHGHHGHGHGHGH

"i-i'm getting out" 👏ZERO👏HES👏ITATION👏 AND THE THING THAT MADE HIM BREAK WAS THE FEAR/SADNESS IN HER VOICE. LIKE AT FIRST HE WAS JUS LIKE "U GOOD?" BUT THEN HE SAW HOW UPSET SHE WAS AND WAS ALL "FUCK THE FATE OF THE WORLD IM GIVING YOU A HUG"

the squad reunion post-claudia when rayla gives callum's arm an extra little squeeze 😭

the ending handhold 🫶 thereee'ssss my little married couple

welp i would say it's been fun but it's been more so absolutely excruciating so. it has been.

if i still had feelings i would be so happy <3

[daisychains111]

live "tweet" books with me (via the Goodreads progress bar) pt. 6 A Court of Silver Flames by Sarah J. Maas

SHAMELESS PLUG: The rest of the books are on my page as pt 4/4.5 and pt 5 hehe

Nesta laughing at the cauldron is so badass oml.....she was really pissing me off in frost and starlight so this book better redeem her"

you're reading my mind cassian...man up and knock

is he gonna call her nes the whole book YES PEASE

 Nesta "You're not my high lord" Archeron back in action

hahahaha rhys is scared of nesta (for good reason but it's still funny)

I still say that Nesta and Mor are gonna be besties.... it's just a matter of time

HAHAHA self insert smut book shaming

damn Cass brutal as hell

I am beyond excited to watch these two losers lust after each other for the next 700 pages...my favorite annoyances to lovers....plus Cass drooling over Nesta in pants is HILARIOUS

cassian comparing his reactions to things that happened to Nesta to Rhys' reaction to feyre and Tamlin cracks me up....just patiently waiting for their mating bond to kick in

Eris is right, they need him...but 1 he doesn't need to be a dick about it, and 2. I'm not excited for Mor to find out

Nesta making fun of her celibate bat boy "making fun of my smut books? I raise you making fun of you having to jerk off yourself" ICON

how Az isn't laughing his ass off rn I will never know...he's stronger than me that's for sure

hmmmmmm....Nesta dear, that sounds suspiciously like a mating bond

these mf have dirty ass minds....they're really just horny af

cassian don't be a creeper

yes Cassian be very bashful about what the sentient house can see...ya nasty

I would choose to read books with a romantic subplot over just a plain romance book literally every day but sometimes I'm really just like "fuck your war go kiss"

hehe Nesta and Gwen bestie prediction

I love the house so much...such an instigator

OMG JUST KISS ALREADY WTF

choosing to ignore the length of Cassian's hair bc long hair is an ick

AHHHH HIM TELLING HER TO KEEP REACHING OUT HER HAND JUST LIKE MOR TOLD HIM TO DO WITH HER IS ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL...IM SOBBING

I'm really ready for the Archeron sisters to be on one team...this 2 vs 1 bullshit is stupid...like clearly you love each other

YYAAAYYY KISSIINNGGG

YAYA RHYS AND FEYRE BABY!!! I saw that coming from a millleeeeee away

that is gonna be the most spoiled child known to man

reading this in the library at school is an interesting choice

"Just sex," my ass

azrial is the worst chaperone in all of existence... but he's also clearly the biggest Cassian/Nesta shipper in existence, so it's fine... Also, the way he just knowingly ate at the table after what they did is BOLD

awwww smutty book club

the older sister disapproval is real...also Nesta calling Rhys Rhysand is hilarious

I love Emerie and Gwyn so much omg

Emerie and Gwyn giggling at the sword inuendos is peak bestie vibe energy

every once in a while the Archeron sisters will say something very "human girl in her 20s" and it cracks me up to no end to watch their centuries-old faerie boyfriends look at them as if they're speaking tongues

just admit you're in love with each other..." just sex" is just hurting both of you

that is just about the hottest thing I've ever read

ewwww what does Tamlin want

Nesta needs a pin that says "bitch and proud" bc she really owns that shit like no other

"your my friend" my absolute ass

I love dancer!Nesta

bc I haven't read in like 5 days I can't remember what plan Cassian is ruining rn but I'm glad he's doing it...go dance with your girl pookie

HE HAD MOR GIVE HIM DANCE LESSONS??!!?!? YOU SHUT UP RIGHT NOW

Rhys is good at his job bc he can have feyre AND Cassian freaking out at him in his head and still hold a conversation....live laugh love feyre and Cassian as the Nesta Archeron protection squad

ha ha az...can't hide that you are in love with Elain from Nesta, she sees all

Az getting Nesta a gift is the cutest thing ever

FUCKING FINALLY JESUS CHRIST 🤦🏽‍♀️

Cassian has the confidence of an actual doormat...sometimes it's sweet, sometimes it's annoying as hell

YAY THEY'RE MATES....BOOO THEY'RE STUPID

I love Gwen so much...that's all

THEY'RE GONNA WIN THE WHOLE THING I JUST KNOW

hehe her mate taught her 😊

there is a little too much plot happening right now for a book that only has 30 pages left

cracking jokes after you almost just died...Cassian I love you

OH GOOD GOD FEYRE

death pacts make me want to kill the people who made them

miracle magic objects are gonna miracle magic object now and bc Nesta's a badass everyone's gonna live...the end

YAY NESTA AND RHYS ARE GONNA BE BESTIESSS

awwwwww nyx

if I die never knowing what happened with Eris and Mor I'll kill Sarah myself (I never got to know)

(Afterthought in post-production: this could've been two books bc the way the plot was resolved in the last 30 pages of a 750-page book is WILD)

I'm also not gonna be reading fantasy for a while just bc that's not what's next on the tbr, so it might be a while before I do the next part cause these are harder to make for contemporary novels tehe

[clovercalloway]

We Best Love: Episode 1 [BLIND REACTION]

So, I have a girl friend who is fan of this show and finally convinced me to watch it. Did I make a mistake? Who knows.

But I collected my thoughts and decided to do this. Well, this is gonna be long so get ready. I'll edit with my afterthoughts (note, EAW means Edited After Watching [the episode]) once I'm finished with season 1, or maybe before. We'll see.

Ok, let's begin!

Welp, he's dead, Great start!

You sure this is a romance? This looks more like an intervention.

So, Zhau Shu Yi. I'll guess he's the main character or one of the main characters. I'll try to remember his name [furiously takes notes]

The one gremlin with No Name is asking Zhau why they think it's important for him to win. As a Bakugou fan, I'm excited to hear his answer.

"I push myself forward, so that you can see me." Just one minute and it's already too ‎fluffy for my heart

So, they're fighting underwater. They saw too much anime, istg. Anygays, that tells me these are actual kids (well, the actors may be older, but I'll suppose they're interpreting kids. I bet they're highschoolers).

"LESSON 1: LET'S SUFFOCATE." Okay, wow, great title. So maybe my joke about him being dead wasn't that far off.

Chilhood friends to lovers is such a nice trope, oml, go for it, boy. Be a man and go get your man!

Fang Zhen Wen and Jiang Yu Xin. Hope I remember that. Are those the other two friends?

Me, trying to be smooth

He has a fan club

You gals are fans of a swimmer. What did you expect? You were gonna run out of things to offer him eventually.

So he's Zhou Shu Yi. [keeps taking notes] I'll try to remember that.

Bro, how did he fell? You're supposed to be a pro, Zhou, your gals will be dissapointed.

He sounds way to chill for someone who's almost drowning.

NO YOU'RE NOT????

"How are they talking underwater?" "It's the rainbow connection, don't question it."

My Shojo Academia

Gao Shi De is me receiving gifts (socks and a mug) on Christmas

Anygays, Gao Shi De and Zhou Shu Yi seem to have this kind of rivalry since they were basically on diapers. They came out of the womb wanting to throw hands with each other.

But Gao Shi De seems to be the naturally gifted, always on top, and so Zhou Shu Yi developed some sort of inferiority complex, or so it looks like. (Wow, this reminds me of yet ANOTHER story and ️‍🌈 ship that started in a similar way -if you know, you know-)

"Why did you fall-" THAT'S WHAT I'M SAYING, LIKE, WHY

Are you telling me that the actual reason he fell was because of the big gay panic- I mean, rivalry, that he has against Shi De?

OMG HE CUT HIS FINGER! I've seen enough shojo (and shonen) to know what this means. Where's Shi De to kiss it better?

You're not Shi De.

"I'm not crying." He's so Bakugou, istg

Now he's blaming his misfortunes on Gao Shi De. Bruh, the only thing he did was exist.

Oh, so they're in university? Nice to know.

His friends are trying to understand his language, I feel them, literally had no idea what he was talking about other than "Gao Shi De".

I was gonna say they seem like good kids and very supportive friends. The latter is truth. The former...

This poor unfortunate soul keeps falling for their tricks. Gao Shi De it's not that dumb, tho.

Oh gods, he plays the piano, he knows what them girls (and boys) like.

So after having a whole ass "Corpse Bride" moment they went back to bickering

They should make out, ngl. [EAW: Bruh...]

Gay people can't just ask someone out, they have to be very extra about it. Shu Yi is an example of that.

He's been bullying Shi De since they were kids, he's oblivious af.

Boy, just confess, it'll save you and your friends' time.

I want to know his name, he's such a mood.

While Shu Yi can't stop thinking about Shi De, important things are happening.

That girl from the beginning [EAW: Yu Xin, her name is Yu Xin, you big disaster] is asking Fang Zhen Wen out and he's all (,,>﹏<,,)

At least she's honest, nothing more important than THAT.

Shu Yi heard about the proposal and went all fake-smile on them and then left.

"Is Shu Yi OK?" Idk, girl, you tell me, I thought you three were friends.

They're telling him is dangerous to run down the stairs. I think he'll live, but I won't forgive him for dropping his backpack on the floor. Bro, get your stuff.

He's gonna start singing Beat on It.

Annnnnd he went back to the pool. Man, this is were it all started. The flashbacks from episode 1- oh wait.

He's actually making me feel bad, ngl. Maybe it's the acting, or that I understand the whole "why not me" situation. Mitski taught me well.

It's hard. Friendships and relationships are messy, specially when someone is still young. You also have to deal with a lot of feelings being even more irrational than they should, and the inferiority complex definitely doesn't help, making you feel so insecure about yourself, and as if no matter what you're always going to lack something.

I might barely know them but at the end of the day it's no one's fault, really. You can't control how you feel, or how others feel.

MOOOOOVING ON. You know who could help? HEY, SHI DE!

[EAW: He actually came, that mf]

Wait, is he actually? Bruh, did he jumped on the pool?

Why are teens like this. He could've just dropped the collar. Him and his dramatic gay ass.

Speaking of dramatic gay asses.

My guy, this is episode 1, couldn't you just wait until... episode 4, at least?

Dont give me that bs about cpr. The surface was RIGHT THERE!

AND THAT'S THE END OF EPISODE 1. I kinda wanna know if he'll give him the lame excuse about cpr.

I'm dying for more tension, Yu Xin knows what I'm talking about, she also has to finish her thesis.

So, that went quicker than I thought. It was compelling tho. I still need more to form solid opinions, but I´ll bite, I'm interested to know how this develops.

Anyways, whoever reading this (cough cough, bossman), see ya later. I'll watch episode 2 after this.

[allylikethecat]

More on the carsickness haha bc it’s such a sweet and like niche hc but also like makes so much sense ?? Also because I’m obsessed w atkh at the moment just like probably everyone else who ever stepped foot into ur tumblr page lol. How do you reckon fictional George ends up finding out about it? Bc obviously this fictional Matty is less of a complainer and more likely to like pretend everything is fine ig? I guess it’s just one of those things that he’d notice when they spend more time together?

ALSO. Since I’m here, and you said send asks so you can’t stop me ;)

I have been slacking on my atkh chapter comments and I realised I was sooo taking them for granted SO

Starting from the chapter where he breaks down at fictional! George’s, OH MY GOD ????? Written to perfection and I cried. I feel like it’s just such a good way for it to all happen but also so devastating?! And they fact that he’s finally realising that he was soo wrong about everything So then I’m super glad that they got some time to like- be happy- even if you’re going to crush that for a bit..

And then the chapter w charli and everything was so sweet. Fictional Carly is really just another mini protector

The SLEEPOVER ???? Was definitely NOT too self indulgent from you I ate it up oh my god.

And then the date oml. I love anything w the horses in tbh it all seems so personal and real. And the blushing oml so sweet.

Hope your team win the hockey game ? If that’s still going?

I am going to start off by apologizing for how long this response is I got very excited about your WONDERFUL ask...

IDK maybe I'm just projecting but like Matty, fictional and IRL just gives me "gets carsick vibes" so like he will be getting carsick in all of my fics lol Also thank you SO MUCH for being obsessed with ATKH because I am also very obsessed with ATKH and I am just so excited and so grateful that people are enjoying it and will to chat with me about it because that is what I want to be doing at all times lol I don't know if Fictional!George is ever explicitly going to find out - but if he does its probably going to be in the sense that they're going somewhere that's further away, Fictional!George is driving as always, and it starts out fine, but maybe they hit some stop and go traffic, and it's just taking forever and Fictional!Matty has gotten quieter and quieter, and he's got his forehead pressed against the window and his eyes squeezed shut and he is breathing really heavily and Fictional!George is like what's wrong you're really pale and Fictional!Matty is just like "I need you to pull over as soon as you can because I am going to throw up" and Fictional!George is like 😮 what shit and is scrambling to try and pull over and is just like in awe of how calm Fictional!Matty is about the entire thing and is like why didn't you say anything! But Fictional!Matty is just like I get carsick it's fine and Fictional!George is like THIS iS NOT FINE HOW DID I NOT KNOW THIS and next time they go on a roadtrip he's got like water and ginger ale for him and like anti-nausea lollipops and is READY.

No part of me wants to stop you keep the asks coming this is absolute AMAZING and thank you SO MUCH for taking the time to read All the King's Horses I'm just so extremely grateful for everyone who has given it a chance and who has taken the time to chat with me!!

AHHH I'm so happy that you liked the chapter where they really ~talked~ about Fictional!Matty's history, that was one of the very first chapters I saw like fully formed in my mind when I started outlining this fic! It had moments where it was hard to write, but looking back I am happy with how it came out! Fictional!George is very obsessed with Fictional!Matty and that line between love and hate when it comes to obsession is very thin... but yes! They are going to be happy for a little bit 👀

I LOVE Fictional!Charli SO MUCH she is the MVP and the voice of reason in this fic and Fictional!Carly is a compilation of all the fabulous wealthy women who ride at my barn and have adopted me as their like bonus adult child I love them all so much and am so grateful to them and have had so much fun turning them into Fictional!Carly

HEHE I was so excited about the only one bed thing, that is like one of my FAVORITE things and I was so happy and excited to like full send it lol

YAY! I'm so happy that you enjoyed the date chapter! That was another one that was very self indulgent because I NEEDED to get Pop in there - I had to make some major edits to that chapter because I had accidentally made Pop the main character haha he might be the main character in my life but I was like this fic is about Fictional!Matty and Fictional!George not you Pop lol He retaliated IRL today by getting his third eyelid stuck over his eyeball and absolutely freaking me out because he can never NOT be the center of attention lol I was also really amused by how much Fictional!Matty was blushing - part of me worried it was too much but I was also like this fictional man has hardly had anyone do anything truly nice for him just because, ever, in his life, so he is going to be so anxious and embarrassed about it the entire time.

LITERALLY AS I WAS ABOUT TO START TYPING THAT IT WAS IN OVER TIME AND I WAS HORRIBLY STRESSED MY BOYS DID IT MY FAVORITE PLAYER DAVID PASTRNAK FUCKING SCORED IN OVER TIME HE WON THE GAME FOR US WE ARE GOING TO ROUND TWO OF THE STANLEY CUP PLAYOFFS I CANNOT RIGHT NOW OMG LETS GO MY FAVORITE LIL NOODLE!!!!!

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Hi! A bit late, but welcome to posting on Tumblr! I hope you're having fun and doing well ;)

I saw you're taking requests for Xander? I was wondering if you could write some fluff with him,,, maybe his SO comforting him after getting crowned as king. Y'know, stuff like him doubting if he could do better than his father, and worried about Nohr's future in general. And SO being there for him to give him some love,,, he deserves it!! He is a good man and he deserves to be reminded often.

One-shot or hc's, whatever works best for you! Female or gender neutral reader is okay too.

Have a lovely day/night and thank you ;>

Crowned Comfort - Part I

A/N: Ah! This is so cute! I'm going to write this as a one-shot, and the reader is neutral. Thank you for being my first request Anon! I simp for Xander so hard oml. This was so long! I'll get Part II out before Xmas.

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This was the night of the coronation. Everyone was lively, excited to celebrate the new King of Nohr. Everyone was invited, and oh my lord that is a lot of people. Not everyone came, just reading it in the paper was enough for them. Hoshidan royalty, Hinoka and Sakura, came too. They were enjoying themselves, talking to knights, retainers, and royalty alike. The room was fun, and the people radiated that energy (especially Elise, she was off the walls.) Everyone was having fun.

Everyone except Xander.

He was a wreck. Every time he talked to someone he was terrified of making a mistake. He was all over the room. Hosting, conversing, laughing, commanding, everything. He was sitting in his chair (almost a throne, much more adorned than the others), and he showed many signs of nervousness. His hands trembled in his lap, his heartbeat pounded in his head, he wasn't really breathing, and his brain had stopped working like it used to. Or it was going a million miles per hour. No in-between.

While he was standing looking at the ballroom being cleared from it's tables to get ready for the dancing, he felt a soft tap on his shoulder.

"Hmm?" he hummed as he turned his head.

"Xander?" Y/n asked softly with a concerned look on their face.

"Oh, Y/n, darling you startled me. Do you need something?"

"Yes, actually. I need you to come with me."

"Dear, I'm sorry but I'm busy at the momen-"

"No you're not." Y/n tugged his arm and rolled their eyes.

"But-"

"No."

Y/n glared at him with a look he knew he would get in trouble with if he kept arguing. There weren't many people in the room, only the work staff. The guests were all in the front of the castle watching a jester's performance with fire. An easy slip-away was very possible with these conditions.

"What did you need?" Xander asked with the most unaware concern ever.

"You! You can't expect to run a whole night with no break in between can you? Let's keep walking." Y/n almost scolded him.

"Y/n." Xander held onto their upper arm, "I appreciate the sentiment, but I must get back. People need me to oversee."

"Well," Y/n took his hand, "Good thing I told Leo exactly what to do while you're away." They smiled.

Staring at each other, Xander had a break of a smirk on his face.

"What did you need to speak with me about so badly then?" He spoke calm and low.

Without responding, Y/n wrapped around him. A little shocked, he nuzzled his face in their neck.

Then he realized.

With him slowly tearing up, Y/n reached up and started messing with his hair. He almost latched onto her, like this is all he needed in life at the moment.

"It's okay." Y/n whispered to him. "You're doing amazing. I'm so proud of you."

"I don't think Father would be." He choked out between his gasps for air.

Even though Garon was insane in his last bit of life, that wasn't really him. Xander still valued him as his father, not as a traitor. Of course, the trauma of it all was still relatively new, so Xander hadn't really come to terms with any of it yet. Good thing Y/n is there.

"Oh my goodness," Y/n whispered to herself. "He is so proud of you. And so is Queen Katerina. I know they are so happy for and with you."

"You can't speak for the dead." Xander sounded almost upset over that fact.

"True. And neither can you, so stop saying they don't like what you're doing. You're doing your best. And most of all, I'm proud of you."

Still in that hug, Xander hugged tighter. Y/n returned the favor.

"I love you, Xander, you know that?" Y/n backed away to look at his eyes when she said it.

"I love you too, Y/n." Tears still in his eyes, he kissed her to feel a little better.

After breaking, Y/n grabbed onto his arms with hers.

"Do you want to talk about this later, too? I think the ballroom's ready." Y/n brought them both back to reality.

"Of course. On one condition." Xander perked up, smiling.

"Oh? And what would that be?" Y/n laughed through their words.

"If you dance with me for the night."

Laughing, Y/n nodded their head. And off they went their separate ways, to go and prepare to have a lovely night.

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i'm so ready to get my shit wrecked oml IM EXCITED FOR ANYTHING AAAA

AHHAHAAHAHAH WHY ARE ALL OF YALL SO CERTAIN YOULL BE TRAUMATISED AND FUCKED BY THIS CHAPTER WHO KNOWS MAYBE BIRDY IS JUST SKIPPING IN A SUNFLOWER FIELD SINGING KUMBAYA

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i think i'm gonna wait until i can send you a reasonable amount of money to join your lil holiday icon event ++ they are all so pretty oml i'm so excited <3

omg hiiiii first of all thank you and you're incredibly generous to think about it this way ;u;

BUT!! something I've done for this event and my way to also pay-it-forward I suppose is to allow some folks (ones who wanted to send ko-fis but couldn't currently) to get their icons now and they can send some whenever they're ready. this helps maximize the time that they have the icon!!

I really don't expect any money from anyone due to the nature of this event so I've been pleasantly surprised that people have been so kind!

anyway, my dms are open whenever you are ready. we can always talk about it owo!!

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holiday art event

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[review (if you can call it that) part 2 of 2]

WAIT WHAT

HELL YEAAH F HIM UP

LMAOOO the way you write Wade is perfect.

wish it were that easy, but then we wouldn't have the angst and the feels- we needed it for the plot.

omg who is it?/!?;? i'm excited for thiissss

okay first of all OML IT'S ALEX SUMMERS? LOVE THAT

second of all, wade, how dare you?- lol

LET US HAVE FUN WADE!

we have our team ready~

I'M GONNA FUCKIN CRY PART 3. i know i said i love the angst but i think he's had enough 😂😭

back to our pov, and now we wait.

OKAY SO THEY BOTH OBVIOUSLY NEED ALL THE REASSURANCES + KISSES & HUGS (hope they get this soon).

WAAIIIIT??!

YOOO- the cameos in this series (and especially this chapter) are absolutely phenomenal! 💗

ahem, get out of my face will you?

logan, please get here fast so we can kick his ass and send him flying to another planet or something

this is so coool, what an entrance.

idk if this is bad but i'm all for it-

SO FUCKING BADASS!!!

oh shiiiit. at least we know he won't be coming back after this (hopefully)

FINALLY!! imma cry now

whew, that's a relief.

aww they're going homeee.

YAY REASSURANCE FROM US AND HUGS! :,)

and now we've got reassurances and kisses- it's everything i wanted and needed 😔💗

ah, i love the ending line for this chapter 💕

this chapter was so lovely! i feel like you gave me everything i wanted from the storyline, the ending especially! idk why but at some point i thought we'd get a cliffhanger lol, i was preparing myself for that but i'm extremely happy that you gave this arc (?) a proper conclusion! i think i would've been fine either way but i might've exploded just like ol' nathaniel from the suspense of a cliffhanger 😂. i loved logan's pov. i mean the inside look to into his feelings, the protectiveness, everything was great! ALSO, can't forget to mention, getting to see our evolved powers in action was so good! i enjoyed it a lot 💗.

thank you so so much for writing this series, it's incredible! as always i will be waiting patiently (and enthusiastically) for the next chapter.

the darkest hour never comes in the night [Logan/Reader]

Summary: Part 4 of my Home 'verse. Logan gets back after a clean up job with the X-Men to discover that you're missing. He's ready to track down whoever dared to lay a finger on you, but first he's going to have to seek an old mentor for help if he wants to find you. // Once you realize you're trapped in a nightmare of Sinister's making, you have to find a way to free yourself of the illusion. Even if you do manage to escape, will you ever be free of Sinister or will the effects of his experiment linger? Word Count: 15.6k Author's Notes: This chapter may contain: Surprise cameos!, angst, rescue missions, protective Logan, an omega level mutant or two, a smidge of foreshadowing, found family dynamics, reader being a badass, and Logan's POV!

When I'm With You I'm Home 'verse

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Logan had never been the type to believe a good thing would last.

Even when he felt on top of the world, he knew that sooner or later he would stumble right off and fall back to where he belonged at the bottom.

After losing his wife and the X-Men, he knew that there was never going to be a different ending to his story. He lost himself in bottle after bottle, searching for every escape he could get if it meant he wouldn't have to think about everything that had gone spectacularly wrong since the moment he walked away from his family.

If he could take it all back, then he would. But he couldn't, so he was forced to move on.

Loathe as he was to admit it, Wade had saved him from himself. He had been quick to hate him, all the good things had long been burned out of him, but Wade had changed that by being a special brand of hopeful and moronic. He had pushed and pulled and persisted when Logan wanted nothing more than for him to shut the hell up. He had forced Logan to be a hero again even when he felt like his own worst enemy.

When he was convinced that his universe was a lost cause because of Wade's deception, he could feel himself start to slip again. He took out all of his anger and resentment on Wade, loving that Wade could give as good as he got, because he wanted to feel the pain he was doling out. Loss and rage had blinded him once again and he felt hope slip away from him with each time he stabbed and tore and ripped into Wade.

But then a miracle happened. He woke up in that shithole they called the Void and found his missing piece. Y/N wasn't his wife, and despite what he knew she feared, he never compared the two of them. They had different sighs, laughs, smiles, moans, and turn-ons. Any thought of them being the same person was swept away in the Void when he kissed Y/N. She didn’t feel like his wife and ultimately, that was what he needed to move on.

Y/N had never been a replacement for him. She was something entirely unique and while he had fallen hard and fast, the initial attraction based on familiarity soon strengthened into the absolute love they shared.

He was so terrified all the time that he would lose her too. When they were in Y/N's first universe, he had wanted nothing more than to rip the other Logan apart. The other Logan looked at her like he thought she was still wrapped around his finger, at his beck and call for whatever he wanted to take from her. But Logan had made sure he got the message that Y/N was no longer his to string along. She had moved on, and while Logan would never think he was in any way better, he knew that he would never treat her like that.

He would never leave her for anyone else. Not only because he knew it would absolutely destroy her to lose him twice, but because he would rather let Wade unload a whole clip of adamantium bullets into his brain before he lost her.

It was the thought of returning home to Y/N and Laura and whatever surprise dinner was awaiting him there that got him through the rest of the mission with Wade. They had agreed to help the X-Men clean up after someone had blown up a bank. No one died, but a lot of people had been injured. It was only one in a series of attacks that had plagued the city, and no one knew who was responsible.

If Logan's previous experience told him anything, it was that whoever it was would crawl out of the woodwork sooner or later. Bad guys loved two things. Taking credit for their shitty behavior and boasting about it to anyone who would listen. He just hoped when the person was caught, he was front and center, ready to put an end to them once and for all.

"So," Wade started as he kicked at a piece of rubble. "Who do you think this shit stain is?"

"No clue," Logan answered, shrugging his shoulders. "We done here or what?"

"Yeah," Wade sighed, waving at Colossus before he started walking away. "Let's get the hell out of here. I'm hungry enough to take a bite out of Piotr's big, juicy metal ass and last time I tried that I nearly lost a tooth," he lamented with a sigh. "What do you think Y/N's making us for dinner?"

"Us?" Logan wondered, quirking an eyebrow at him.

"Well, yeah," Wade said, clapping a hand to Logan's back and ignoring his growl of annoyance. "You might be ready to kick me out like last night's one night stand, but Y/N happens to love me."

"Oh, really?" Logan huffed out an annoyed breath. "She tell you that?"

"As a matter of fact, she did. She told me we had to keep it on the down low, though, because she's just using you for your looks. I guess I can't give her everything."

Logan rolled his eyes, knowing it was useless to try to get Wade to stop being such an idiot. It was just who he was.

When Logan got back to the apartment, he expected to find Y/N and Laura waiting for them. Y/N had been eager about whatever dinner she had planned, and he was excited to share it with his favorite people and Wade.

Except, when he unlocked the front door, it was to Laura pacing the floor and smoke rising from the stove. He hurried to grab the pan and shove it under the faucet while Wade turned off the stove.

"What the hell happened?" He asked, turning to see that Laura was now standing at the window, intently watching the sidewalk down below.

"Y/N's going to be upset," Laura confessed, not bothering to tear her attention away from where it was directed out the window. "She said ten minutes, but it's been longer than that, and it burned anyway. Now her dinner is ruined, but she's not here. She was supposed to be here."

Logan had never heard Laura say so much all in one go and he knew it was only because she was genuinely worried. Concern was beginning to take hold of the confusion he was feeling, and he didn't know what to do with it without the answers he needed.

"Where did she go?" Logan asked as he started walking towards Laura. “Where’s Y/N?”

Laura finally turned to look at him. "The market on the corner. I--" Laura cut herself off with a scowl before she shook her head. Logan could hear sirens down below and he wondered if someone had reported the smell of smoke in the apartment. "I heard a noise. A boom," Laura clarified. "I was waiting for her to come home, but she hasn't, and now I'm worried that was her. I should have gone to find out what it was, but I just kept waiting for her to come back. I'm sorry."

"Fuck," Logan growled before he was out the door, not even bothering to wait for Wade or Laura to follow him. He could hear their footsteps behind him, but he wasn't willing to slow down. He was downstairs and rushing towards the corner store, a million different worries flooding his mind the closer he got.

He drew to a stop once he got to the store. The windows had been blown out and glass littered the sidewalk. Logan cautiously walked forward, peeking inside the store to see if Y/N was there, but she wasn't. He could smell her, though, which prompted him to walk inside, ignoring an officer yelling at him that it was a crime scene.

Logan allowed himself the time to take a close look at the damage. He could hear Wade distracting the officers outside and Laura was hovering in the broken doorway, unsure of her welcome.

Half the shelves had been destroyed and most of the store's stock was on the floor, knocked down by whatever had caused the explosion. The glass doors of the refrigerated cases had been cracked and the smell of smoke was threatening to drive him out of the store, it was so strong.

He couldn’t smell Y/N in here. Not with the smoke and all the other scents still lingering. He was trying to keep calm, but it was hard not to run off, chasing the smell of her.

What the hell happened to her?

Something on the floor caught his eye and he crouched down to look at it. He picked it up, turning it over in his hand. It was her keys. He had a brief, inane thought that if her keys were here, then how was she going to get back into the apartment? How would she come home? Would she come home?

The thought had him clenching the keys so tight in his fist that they cut into his skin.

"Logan," Laura called, gaining his attention. She sounded terrified and that had him immediately turning towards her.

She was crouched on the floor, studying something he couldn't make out at first. When he got closer, he realized that she was staring down at blood that had spilled on the ground. He joined Laura before he reached out, gently touching the blood and letting it stain his skin.

"Do you think it's hers?" Laura asked, her voice small and wary.

Logan hated hearing her like that, because even when she was facing Cassandra's goons and Alioth, Laura hadn't been scared. Hearing Laura like that only let Logan know that this was real. Y/N was hurt and she was missing and she might never return.

Logan stood, fury and horror making his heart pound so hard he could barely hear anything over the rush of blood.

He left Laura behind, needing to get out of the store. He was torn between panicking and fighting and he didn't know which way to turn to get Y/N back.

All he wanted was to get her back.

Wade was still being a distraction and Laura was still in the store and Logan had no one there at his side to tell him it was going to be okay.

He noticed a man sitting in the back of an ambulance. He was wrapped in a blanket and talking to one of the EMTs. Logan hurried over to them, shouldering the EMT out of the way to talk to the man.

"Do you work here? Did you see what happened?"

"Hey, he's suffered a--"

"Shut the hell up, bub," Logan snapped over his shoulder at the EMT. "Was there a lady here? Did she get hurt?" He directed at the guy in the ambulance.

The guy nodded his head, looking terrified as he stared up at Logan.

"Hey, tall, dark, and gloomy, give the guy some space," Wade prompted, finally joining him. "What's got you being an angry bear all of a sudden?"

"The lady," the guy started, still keeping eye contact with Logan, visibly frightened by him. Logan had no idea what he looked like at the moment, but he was about ready to snap Wade's neck if it meant getting some answers out of the guy. "She, uh, she came in looking for something. And then there was an explosion. And then--"

When the guy stopped talking, Wade stepped forward, reaching out a hand to fully push the EMT away. Logan noticed the guy roll his eyes before stomping away in the direction of the police officers investigating the scene.

"Alright, what happened after that? Now's not the time to be skimping on the details, friendo. Not unless you want me to give you some incentive to participate in share time here," Wade said, pulling one of his katanas free from where he still had it holstered to his back.

"Okay, okay," the guy scrambled to stand, looking like he wanted to put some distance between him and Wade, but he had nowhere to go. He held his hands out, silently pleading for mercy. "Then this guy came in and he was weird. He had glowing eyes and he was carrying a pack of cards with him and he had this accent I'd never heard before. He seemed to know the lady, because he picked her up and carried her right out of here."

"Was he about this tall?" Wade asked, demonstrating with his hand a height that was a little taller than him. "Roguishly good looks and like he could make love to you all night long with incredible physical stamina? Did he sound like an extra on True Blood they don't want to give many speaking parts to?"

"Will you shut up and let the guy talk," Logan snapped, half-tempted to stick his claws in Wade's face if it would give him just a moment to figure out what was going on.

"I guess," the guy answered, nodding his head at Wade. "I don't know how, but I think he caused the explosion. I think he was looking for that lady. I think she’s why he was there."

"Come on," Laura said, appearing at his side. "We're about to have company."

Logan glanced over to see three officers approaching. "Let's get the hell out of here," he muttered, not wanting to deal with whatever questions they might have.

"So," Wade started, keeping at Logan's side as he walked away. "Either an old friend took Y/N or there's another close-up magician running around with the same tricks."

"You're suggesting it was Gambit? They were friends in the Void. What would he want with her? Why would he hurt her?"

"It's not the same Gambit," Laura supplied, shaking her head. "Our Remy adored Y/N. He never would have done that to her. It must be the Gambit from this universe."

"Then we find this Gambit and we get him to tell us where she is," Logan suggested, barely keeping his anger in check. He wanted to find Gambit and rip his throat out, but that wouldn't help him find Y/N. Once everything was said and done, he would find a way to deal with Gambit.

"I have a better plan," Wade chimed in, finally holstering his katana again.

"You're a fucking idiot," Logan snapped, barely sparing Wade a glance. "There's no way in hell you're going to call the shots right now. Not when Y/N is missing and hurt." His voice strained on the last word, and he noticed Laura shoot him a concerned look.

"I might not have a great track record when it comes to teams. Got kicked off the X-Men, got most of X-Force killed, poor Johnny God rest his soul and his truly impressive vocabulary, but I've done alright for you so far, haven't I? You're still here," Wade pointed out, reaching out to grab Logan's arm and wave it around as if he needed proof. "And so's the little munchkin," Wade continued with a glance at Laura. "And I'm telling you that I have a plan to get Y/N back."

Wade still hadn't let go of him and Logan couldn't resist the urge to drive his claws into his ribcage. "An educated wish isn't going to cut it this time," he snarled before he ripped his claws out, not caring when Wade wheezed out a 'son of a bitch' before hunching over and clutching at his side. Logan was ready to let his anger carry him through the rough emotions he wasn't ready to process. Y/N wouldn't like him turning on Wade, but using the regenerative asshole as a punching bag was safer than taking it out on anyone else. It wasn't like she was there to stop him.

"This time?" Wade asked with an incredulous laugh, cursing under his breath when he managed to straighten up. "If I remember right, the last time I made one we spent the whole night stabbing each other. That's not going to get Y/N back, so let's not waste our time."

"This is real," Logan hissed, getting in Wade's space and pushing him back until he stumbled and fell to the ground. Logan only loomed over him, itching to put his claws somewhere that would only cause Wade more pain. "And if she dies because your fucking plan doesn't work, then I'm going to tear your spine out and bash your face in with it."

"Oh, hold on there, angry bear," Wade was quick to reply, bouncing to his feet and putting a few steps of distance between them when he noticed Logan bring his hand up. "Y/N is my friend. I care about her just as much as you do. Don't you fucking turn on me when I'm just as invested in finding her."

"No, you don't fucking care about her as much as I do. You don't know--," Logan abruptly cut himself off, the hitch of breath in his chest painful. He felt like he was struggling to grab onto anything that would keep him from falling and Y/N wasn’t going to be there to reach out and help him up. He wanted her with him so badly in that moment that he could hardly breathe past the longing and fear. Where was she? What the hell was happening to her? Why the fuck would Gambit take her? Why would he hurt her? What if he never saw her again because he was off playing hero while he should have been home with her? If he got her back, she was never leaving his side again. He would go where she went. He would kill anyone who even so much as tried to lay a hand on her.

"Logan," Laura interrupted his thoughts, placing a gentle hand on his arm. "Just hear him out. If it's a stupid plan, we'll do something else. But for now, it’s all we’ve got."

Logan clenched his jaw, fighting the words he wanted to say. Instead, he gifted Wade with a reluctant nod of his head. "What's your plan, then?”

"Look," Wade started, moving to stand in front of Logan to halt his steps. "I may be an idiot, you're right, but if there's anything I know about the X-Men, it's that there's someone out there who can track down mutants using a super handy dandy mutant-finding machine," Wade pointed out, holding up two fingers to his temple, imitating Charles when he was using his abilities.

"Cerebro," Logan surmised with an incredulous laugh. "You want to ask Charles to find her." He knew it was the right plan. For once, Wade had a good idea. But the idea of going back to the X-Mansion and asking Charles for help felt wrong. He didn't know what it would do to him to go back to that place, even if it wasn't the same one he had left behind in his universe. He didn't know if he could ask Charles for a favor when he still felt like he had his Charles' blood on his hands.

He had done a good job of ignoring all the guilt and pain he felt being back at the mansion in Y/N's universe, because he was more focused on her than anything. But now she wasn't even here, and he might never see her again. He didn't want to dredge up old memories when he was still fighting down the panic that was making him sick to his stomach.

"You know old Chuck won't turn us away," Wade continued, ignoring the wariness in Logan's voice. "If anyone can find Y/N, it'll be him."

As much as Logan didn't want to revisit the place that featured heavily in his nightmares, he also didn't want to risk Y/N just because he couldn't get his head out of his ass. "Then let's go."

Seeing the X-Mansion under the current circumstances had Logan on the edge of a breakdown. In his old life, he had been a fuck-up and a drunk and it had cost him his wife. But this time, he had been better. He was present and had barely touched a drop of liquor and yet Y/N had still been taken from him. He felt cursed and he didn't know what was going to become of him if he never saw her again. It felt like it had been written somewhere that James Logan Howlett was meant to suffer every damn day of his miserable life and if this wasn’t proof of some cosmic punishment for being a complete fuck-up, then he didn’t know what was.

Colossus opened the door when Wade kept insistently knocking on it.

"Wade?" Piotr questioned, frowning at him. "What are you doing here?"

"We've come to see the Professor," Logan answered, already feeling the familiar swell of irritation rising with each moment that passed and he wasn't any closer to finding Y/N.

"I'm afraid--" Piotr started, but Logan cut him off.

"Professor!" Logan called, pushing past Piotr. "Charles!" He tried when he didn't get an answer.

"The Professor is busy," Piotr attempted to dissuade him, but Logan wasn't having any of that. He unsheathed his claws and turned towards Colossus.

"This is important," he spat, advancing on Piotr. "So, you find the Professor and tell him we need him now or I'm going to see what these will do to you," he warned, bringing his claws up so Piotr wouldn't need to question what he meant.

"Alright, angry bear, let's just take a moment to reassess," Wade cut in with a hand to Logan's chest. "Where's 'ol Chuck hiding? Hey, Chuck! Where you at?"

"Piotr? What on earth is going on?" A voice drifted in from the next hallway before Charles appeared in the doorway of the foyer.

"Charles," Logan started, advancing on him. "We need your help."

Charles studied him for a moment before tilting his head to the side. "You're not the Logan I know."

Logan never wanted another telepath in his head after what Cassandra did to him, but he knew Charles would never hurt him. It still didn't mean he had to like it. "I'm not from around here," Logan confirmed with a nod of his head. "But I need you to find someone for me."

Charles locked eyes with him and Logan knew he was skimming his thoughts, trying to figure out why Logan was really there. Logan did his best to give up all the information he could, knowing it would speed up the process a hell of a lot sooner than any conversation. The quicker they got down to Cerebro, the quicker they could find Y/N.

"Professor," Piotr called, but Charles shook his head.

"It looks like our new friends need my help," Charles told Piotr. "And I'm not going to let them leave here without doing what I can for them." Charles turned his wheelchair around before glancing over his shoulder. "Well? Are you coming or not?"

Wade clapped him on the shoulder before he skipped forward. Piotr muttered something in Russian before following, leaving Laura and Logan to trail behind the group.

Laura had been quiet for the rest of the trip to the mansion and Logan knew that she was feeling as guilty as he did right now.

"Hey," he whispered, waiting for her to look up at him. "This isn't your fault, you know?"

Laura scowled before she smoothed her expression out into something more neutral. "I know."

Logan reached out to put a hand on her shoulder, earning another scowl. "No, you don't. Because I know right now you're thinking that if you had been with her, then you might have been able to stop Gambit."

Laura nearly stumbled, but she was quick to right herself. "I didn't realize you were a telepath too," she snarked. "Don't tell me what I'm thinking."

If Logan didn't already know that Laura shared DNA with another Logan, he would have sworn they were actually related. As it was, he still couldn't help but care for the kid. She looked at him like she was seeing a ghost half the time, but he knew that she still had some things from her past she needed to resolve. If he could help, then he would, but he didn't want to push. He knew it wouldn't go well if he did.

"I don't blame you," he tried, knowing it was closer to what she was worried about along with Y/N's disappearance. "I don't want to lose you either," he also threw out when he realized it might also help.

Laura didn't respond, but he noticed the way her shoulders slumped, built-up tension easing with the reassurance.

Logan forgot what it was like to watch Charles while he used Cerebro. Knowing that Charles was touching every mind he could searching for Y/N had hope blooming in his chest. Charles was the most powerful telepath he knew, and he always came through for him.

He tried to hide his disappointment when he saw the concentrated frown on Charles' face.

"Y/N," Charles called out, searching for her. "Y/N," he tried again, staring off into the distance, seeing something Logan couldn't.

Charles shook his head, glancing up at Logan.

"There's something, but I can't tell if it's really her or not. It's faint, almost as if she's not really there or something's blocking me from finding her."

Logan suddenly recalled what Cable had told them. Y/N's forcefields would eventually be strong enough to keep out a telepath as strong as Charles. Charles must have read his mind, because he made a thoughtful noise.

"It seems as if whoever took her is trying to keep out a telepath." Charles didn't say anything for a moment before he added, "Or keep a telepath in. Possibly both."

"Why would they need to keep a telepath in?" Laura wondered, shooting Charles a nervous look.

"If they have unlimited access to her mind, then they can condition her to believe anything. If they can keep another telepath from intervening, then they can do whatever they want to her mind."

Logan's claws began to pierce through his skin, and he turned his back on the others so they wouldn't know how upset he was feeling. "Why," was all he got out with his jaw clenched and his shoulders so tense he felt like they would snap. "Why her? Why are they doing this?"

"I can keep trying," Charles offered, "but I'm not sure if I will be able to get through to her. Not right away, at least. Until then, I’m afraid I won’t be of much use to you. I won’t be able to give you the answers you seek."

"Remy," Laura blurted, stepping forward to stand at Charles' side. "Find Remy LeBeau. He's the one who took her and he might know where she's being held."

Charles went silent as he reached out, trying to track down Remy. Logan thought it would take a while, but it seemed like no time at all before Charles let out an amused chuckle.

"Well?" Wade prompted when Charles stayed silent. "Wanna share with the class, Professor?"

"The man you're looking for is standing at the gates," Charles finally spoke, breaking himself away from whatever mental conversation he had been having with Remy. "It seems he's waiting for you."

"Then let's not keep him waiting any longer," Logan growled, unleashing his claws. Logan didn't even wait for the others to keep up with him. He wanted to find Gambit and choke the life out of him for touching Y/N. He wanted to sink his claws into Remy's chest and let him drown in his own blood. Most of all, he just wanted to find out where the hell he had taken Y/N.

As he hurried towards the gates, he could see someone standing just outside them. There was a flash of pink and Logan realized that Remy was idly flipping one of his cards between his hands.

"Where the fuck is she?" Logan noticed Remy turn to watch him as he barreled down the driveway towards him.

"Who?" Remy played dumb with a slight smirk on his face.

"You fucking know who," Logan spat, pulling back one hand, poised to strike, once he was close enough to hurt Remy.

Remy flicked a card at him, letting it ignite and explode, knocking Logan back several feet.

Logan felt a low rumble in his chest that only got deeper as he threw himself at Remy again. Remy snapped another card at him and Logan felt fire dance along his skin as he was thrown to the ground from the blast. He knew he would only heal, but he was starting to get frustrated.

He rose again, intent on finally getting his claws into the smug, insufferable asshole before Wade stepped in. "Okay, big guy, the sun's getting real low."

"Shut the fuck up," Logan snapped before he took another swipe at Remy, only barely grazing his skin because Laura showed up and pushed Remy out of the way.

"He's the only one who can help us find Y/N," Laura told him when Logan shot her a betrayed look.

"Shit, I'm oh for two on that one," Wade groaned as he unsheathed a katana. "Guess it only works on the Hulk." He pointed one of his blades at Remy. "I suggest you start talking or I'm gonna make you talk. Where's Y/N?"

"I might know how to help you find her," Remy finally admitted, holding his hands up in surrender. "But I'll need a little reassurance that if I get you to her, you'll help me kill him."

"Him? Who the fuck is him?" Logan wondered, wanting to know who the fuck took Y/N so he could track the guy down and kill him.

Remy grinned at him, as if he knew what Logan was thinking and he approved. "He goes by Mister Sinister."

"Whoa, whoa, wait," Wade brought his hands up, putting one vertical and lying the other over the top of it to form a 'T.' "Let's just pause here. He calls himself Mister Sinister? Dear God, what is with all these self-important Marvel jackasses thinking they're so special? Mister Sinister, Mister Fantastic, Mister Negative," Wade listed, bringing up a finger for each one. "From now on, you're all calling me Mister Deadpool. No, never mind. Lord Deadpool," he settled on with a firm nod of his head. Gambit shot him a disbelieving look and Wade flipped him off. “Bitch, I said what I said.”

"Jesus," Logan grumbled, wishing that Wade would learn that sometimes saying nothing was preferred than whatever rambling nonsense was coming out of his mouth at any given moment.

"Yes?" Wade turned to look at him as if Logan had been addressing him.

Logan rolled his eyes, unimpressed, before turning his focus back on Remy. Wade was good at throwing himself into a situation and making himself the center of attention, but Logan wasn't about to let himself get distracted. Not when Y/N's life was at stake.

"Where the hell can we find this Mister Sinister?"

"Ah, I think your telepath friend should be a part of this conversation, seeing as he's the one who's gonna be finding your friend."

Logan drew in a deep breath, attempting to keep the refusal he so desperately wanted to give from breaking free. He wanted Remy nowhere near Charles or anyone else he might hurt. Charles was the only person who could find Y/N. If Remy took Charles out of commission, then they might never find her. But Logan, as much as he hated it, knew that he was backed into a corner. He was going to have to trust that if shit hit the fan, then Wade and Laura would help him keep Remy in line. He supposed if push came to shove, they could just get Piotr to sit on Remy and see how long he could stand it until he folded.

He looked over at Wade, meeting his gaze, and only felt marginally better when Wade gave a tiny nod of his head.

At least they were on the same page for whatever was about to happen.

"All right, Gambit, Le Diable le blah blah or whatever the fuck it is you're called, let's go, then," Wade said before gesturing for Remy to start walking up the path towards the mansion.

Gambit shot Wade a contemplative look before he let out a chuckle. "Your friend seemed to know far more about me than she was supposed to as well. I suppose we've met in another life," he mused with an expression Logan didn't like.

Logan felt a rush of anger at the idea that Y/N had looked up at Remy and thought it was the one she knew. He hated that Remy looked like he was nearly fond of her. As if he hadn't just kidnapped her and left her in the clutches of someone who would likely only hurt her.

He didn't realize he had raised his hand to sink his claws right into the smug bastard's back when Laura reached out and placed a hand on his arm. He was quick to snarl at her, but she wasn't phased.

"Once we know where Y/N is," Laura told him before flicking a glare at Remy. "Then you can do whatever the hell you want to him. But until then, try to make sure you don't do anything that will keep him from talking."

Logan hated to admit that the kid had a better head on her shoulders than he ever did, but he was also fiercely proud of her. She was smart and even though she had one hell of a temper, she was still levelheaded when all he wanted to do was kill whoever stood between him and Y/N. He knew, though, that once they had the information they needed, Laura would be just as ruthless.

Piotr was waiting for them at the entrance to Cerebro. He didn't look pleased to see Remy, but he still stepped to the side, gesturing for him to enter.

Charles was facing the doorway, his gaze staying on Remy as he entered the room.

"You're quite the fascinating one, aren't you?" Charles asked, studying Remy with a thoughtful expression.

"You could've at least bought me dinner first," Remy commented with a smirk. "Or at least got me liquored up before you went rummaging through my head."

"Extenuating circumstances," Charles replied and from the tone of his voice, Logan got the hint that Remy and Charles were having an entirely different mental conversation.

"You wanted to have Charles here and he's here," Logan pointed out with a gesture at the telepath. "So talk," he commanded, an itch just under his skin becoming more unbearable by the moment. He felt like every moment he wasn't running towards Y/N was a waste of time. He didn't want to play any more games with Gambit and he sure as hell didn't want to let him distract from why he was here.

Charles and Remy kept their eye contact for long enough that Logan was about to sink his claws into the any part of Remy he could reach if it would just get him to talk. Finally, he tore his gaze away from Charles, breaking whatever connection they had.

"The Professor here knows most of the story by now, but I'll tell you what I can," Remy finally said, turning to give Logan a curious look. "And then when I'm done, we'll go rescue your lovely bele and we'll kill Mister Sinister. It's a win for both of us, my friend."

"That's only if I let you walk away after this," Logan pointed out, pulling his hand into a fist, half-tempted to flash his claws at Remy.

"Oh, you're gonna need me, and I expect by the time we're through, you'll want to keep me around," Remy shot back with a wink.

"Holy shit, I think you've got a shot with Gambit," Wade hissed at him and Logan reached out to push him, nearly sending him toppling over the walkway.

"Tell us where Y/N is," Laura demanded, quirking an unimpressed eyebrow at Remy.

"I'll get to that," Remy promised, "but there's more to this than what you think. Mister Sinister has done horrible, terrible things and I did them all for him, because he asked it of me. But I don't want to be that person no more. Because he'll kill everyone he doesn't want knowing what he knows about mutants. That's where he lost me, you see, the killing. I knew that if I could pull this off, then I would be done with him for good."

"What does he know about mutants?" Logan couldn't help but ask, confused and worried about where Remy's story was going.

"He's a geneticist," Charles chimed in, his tone solemn. Logan didn't know what information he had gotten from Remy, but evidently it hadn't been anything good. "He craves power, be that for himself or those he deems worthy of his experiments."

"I knew that if I did this one last job and grabbed your Y/N for him, then I could count on the X-Men to help me take him down. I wanted to put him on your radar, because I can't take him down alone."

“Motherfucker, have you never heard of a cell phone? You pick it up and you call someone and tell them important shit. You don’t resort to kidnapping half the main pairing. Look what you’ve done to the story, you selfish bastard,” Wade admonished, pointing one of his katanas at Remy.

Remy went quiet for a moment before he continued, his expression somber. "I made a deal with Sinister long ago because I was scared of what I could do. It's not just these that I can charge and then make go boom," he explained, suddenly holding a playing card between two fingers. "It's anything. Even you," Gambit admitted, nodding at Logan. "I can do much more than that. But I got scared, you see, and I asked him for a favor. And then he asked me for one. That favor turned into a group of mutants who did a lot more harm than good. And I don't want anything to do with that ever again. So, no, a phone call wouldn’t have cut it," he explained to Wade. “I needed this to be personal. For all of us.”

"Just how dangerous is this Mister Sinister?" Logan wondered, fearing even more for Y/N's safety. Was he experimenting on her? Why did he even want her in the first place? He felt like Gambit was raising more questions than answering them and he hated that this just seemed to be wasting more time.

"Incredibly dangerous," Charles answered. "If Remy is right, then we will need to be careful. It's likely that Y/N is being manipulated into using her ability to keep me out. Whatever this Mister Sinister is doing to her, he doesn't want anyone interfering."

"I've been wanting this fight for a while," Gambit continued once Charles finished speaking. "But I've been careful, because I knew that if he learned about what I had planned, then he would kill me."

"I don't give a fuck about you," Logan snapped, knowing that Y/N wouldn't even be gone if it wasn't for Remy and his grand scheme for freedom from Mister Sinister.

"If it hadn't've been for me, then she would be dead," Remy shot back, his eyes glowing red for a moment. "I don't know how she snagged his interest, but she must've done something. He wanted her dead, you know, but I stole information for him. Information that saved her. Because like I told you, I'm done killing for him."

Logan didn't know what to say to that. What the hell had Y/N done that pissed off Mister Sinister so much he wanted her dead? The guy sounded like the worst kind of jackass and he didn't like that he had his hooks in Y/N now.

"And I knew that if I was going to pull this off, then I would have to get someone on the inside too. So, I'll show you where he likes to do his experiments. He has several labs, and I didn't drop Y/N off at any of them. But my partner, who also wants to see Sinister burn, is helping him." Remy turned to meet Charles' stare and they had another conversation Logan wished he could hear.

Charles turned back towards Cerebro and placed the helmet back on his head. Logan tried to be patient as he watched Charles search for Remy's friend, but it was hard to know if it was worth it when this might not even work. Remy might be lying or maybe his friend had double-crossed him. This whole plan was based on too many conditions and Logan was terrified that it would all fall apart.

But then Logan caught the faint edge of a smile on Charles' face. "It's been a long time," Charles mused, evidently talking to someone else. He didn't say anything for a moment. "Thank you," he finally uttered and removed the helmet.

"Who was that?" Wade questioned and Logan marveled at the fact that he had forced himself to remain silent for so long.

"An old friend," Charles answered before nodding at Remy. "I know where they are. I can get you to the facility from here. In the meanwhile, I'll continue to try to get in contact with Y/N. Our friend helped me get a little closer, but I couldn't get close enough. It's strange. She's there, I know she is, but it's like she’s been muted."

"And you trust this old friend?" Logan trusted Charles implicitly, and while he knew Wade and Laura would have his back, there were too many unknown variables being thrown in now.

"We might have had our problems in the past, but yes," Charles confirmed with a nod of his head.

Wade clapped his hands together before reaching out to slap a hand to Gambit's shoulder. Gambit shot him a bemused look, but Wade was already turning to address Charles. "Does this mean we'll finally warrant someone from the A-team of the X-Men? No offense," he threw in Piotr's direction.

Piotr merely frowned at Wade in confusion.

"Most of the X-Men are out on missions, but someone did just get back a few hours ago. I believe he'll be able to help you. I'll call him now," Charles offered before closing his eyes and bringing his right pointer and middle fingers up to his temple.

Wade shot him a glance before imitating Charles and Logan had to roll his eyes. He would never say it to him, but Wade had a good plan. Now, they were a step closer to finding you and they were even getting reinforcements.

"Oh my God, I'm so excited. Who do you think it'll be? I'm betting on Cyclops. Sure, he's a bit of a self-righteous little prick, but damn will he get the job done," Wade rambled, gesturing widely enough that he almost smacked Remy in the face. Logan was half-sure it had been done on purpose.

The door to Cerebro slid open and a man walked inside.

"Oh my God, it's--," Wade cut himself off as he considered the man. "Who the fuck are you?"

"Alex," the man answered with an annoyed glance at Wade. "Prof, what's going on?"

"This is Alex Summers," Charles introduced, gesturing towards the guy. "Or Havoc as the team is so fond of calling him.”

"Bitch, didn't you die?" Wade wondered, staring at Alex in confusion.

"What? No! I'm right here," Alex pointed out, gesturing at himself.

"Huh," Wade mused for a moment before he shook his head. "Wow, the retcon is real with this one. I guess people really don't give a fuck about the Fox movies anymore."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Alex asked, looking like he was just moments away from attacking Wade.

That definitely wasn't going to do a damn bit of good, so Logan decided to step in. "We need your help tracking down someone. She's…," he trailed off, not even sure there was a word to describe exactly what Y/N was to him. "Everything," he finally settled on and when a look of understanding flashed across Alex's face, Logan carried on. "And this Mister Sinister took her and now we need to get her back."

"Then let's go get her," Alex agreed with a simple nod of his head. "Where's she being held?" He asked as he addressed Charles, waiting for Charles to share the information with him.

Logan took a brief moment to size up the team. He looked from Wade to Laura, knowing that they both wanted Y/N back and would risk everything to save her. Alex and Piotr were X-Men who were trained to rescue anyone they could while also stopping the bad guy. And then there was Gambit, who was an unknown. He wasn't the one from the Void, but he claimed he was done with Sinister. Logan didn't want to, but he would have to trust him too.

Charles seemed to sense the turn in Logan's thoughts because he offered him a warm, reassuring smile. "I'll continue to attempt to contact Y/N and let her know you're on your way. You'll find her, Logan."

Logan didn't want to say that he feared the state he would find Y/N in. What if he was too late? What if she were gone and he would never get her back? He had suffered over and over his whole life, but she was the bright spot that pulled him up from the depths of rock bottom. If he plummeted that far again, he didn't think he would ever get up again.

"Have faith," Charles told him and it took Logan a beat too long to realize he hadn't voiced that out loud, instead choosing to speak to Logan in his mind. "Y/N is waiting for you."

Logan nodded his head before he looked at his makeshift team. "Let's fucking go."

You opened your eyes, staring at the bookshelves in front of you. You weren't sure whether you wanted to laugh or cry with relief, but you settled on making yourself stand up. You were ashamed, guilt threatening to weigh you down, at what you had become.

Charles told you that help was on the way, but what would Logan think of you once he found out what Nathaniel had nearly made you do? Even if it wasn't real, you had nearly killed someone out of spite. You had been so ready to destroy yourself just because you had been pushed too far. Years of training with the X-Men had gone right out the window and you had let the bad guy get to you.

"It wasn't real," you muttered to yourself, trying to convince yourself you weren't too far gone. All you had to do was think about Logan, the real Logan, coming to find you and it had you strengthening your resolve to get the hell out of whatever trap Nathaniel had constructed for you.

The help that was promised would be useless if you couldn't figure out how to escape the illusion. You tried to think of anything that might help you pull at the curtain, getting a peek at the wizard behind it. It took you a moment, but you finally realized besides Nathaniel and the voice in your head that had been Charles, there was one other fixture that had been steadily present in the fucked-up existence Nathaniel dreamed up for you.

You forced yourself to your feet, intent on seeking out the only other person who might be able to give you some answers.

She was still sitting at the table, idly flipping through a newspaper. Seeing her in her ever present all-white ensemble made you feel like you were about to trip right down the rabbit hole, chasing a white rabbit who would only bring you more trouble.

"Took you long enough, sugar," she drawled, arching a brow at you.

"Who the hell are you?" It wasn't really what you wanted to know, but it would give you a little bit of clarity.

"Emma," she supplied, finally turning in her chair to consider you fully. "Emma Frost. And you're Y/N. I know all about you," she claimed, briefly tapping a finger to her temple.

"You're a telepath," you surmised with a groan.

"Got that right," she agreed with a wicked smile that sent a shiver through you. "But I'm on your side, if there even are sides here. Nathaniel, as you know him, is someone who goes by an entirely different name. Mister Sinister," she added when you shot her a confused look. "He stole you away because he wanted to tweak your powers. He wanted you on his side, because he claimed you would be a wonderful agent of destruction. He's been using your forcefields to keep out Charles, but while Nathaniel's been distracted, I've been lowering your defenses and letting Charles in just enough to try to talk to you. I'm the one who told him where we are."

"Why," you bit out, not sure how to stomach all of the information. Why are you here? Why are you helping him? Why are you helping me? All those questions went unspoken, but from the way Emma nodded her head, you knew she still heard them.

"Nathaniel needed a second telepath to keep you contained in his reality, because he wanted to fully immerse you. He wanted a good telepath, someone who could keep his deception running. He contacted The Hellfire Club and thought he could hire me, but there's not enough money in the world to make me give a damn about his little schemes. But I was curious, and Remy approached me with a more tempting deal, so I'm here. Despite what Nathaniel might think, some people can't be bought. He was stupid enough to leave me in charge whenever he couldn't give his full attention to the lie and I’ve been doing what I can to let Charles in without Nathaniel noticing. "

"Remy," you muttered, thinking back to the explosion in the corner store that had started it all. "He was real?"

"Real as you or me, sugar. Nathaniel's got agents everywhere, but Remy wants out and I decided to help him. He wants Sinister gone once and for all and I thought that was a worthy enough cause to let myself get wrapped up in all this."

You didn't know how to keep up with everything she was saying. You felt so angry, fury burning through you faster than you could process, but you couldn't let it overwhelm you. You needed to keep your head, because if you slipped now, it might be the difference between life and death. If you weren't careful, you might never see Logan again.

"Wake me up," you snapped, advancing on her. "You're a telepath, right, so get me the fuck out of here."

"Are you sure you're ready for that? You might not be prepared for what's going to happen," Emma warned.

"I just want out," you hissed, feeling that creeping sense of anxiety pushing in at the edges. You felt restless and wired and all you wanted to do was bring the fight to Nathaniel. "Let me out," you pleaded, hating how your voice went weak and broken on the last word.

Emma studied you for a moment before she stood up. "Be careful what you wish for," she warned before reaching a hand out and placing it on your shoulder.

There was a moment when you felt like you were falling. Darkness enveloped you and there was a rush as Emma forced you out of Nathaniel's illusion. Your senses came back to you one by one, leaving you to try to piece together what was happening to you.

You heard a steady beeping noise and felt like something was weighing you down. You heard someone muttering to themselves and felt the chill of the room. You could smell something vaguely metallic, and a bitter taste coated your tongue. You could feel a freezing sensation sweeping through your veins as well as the stiff sheets that covered a cot you were lying on. None of it was comforting and you wanted nothing more than to see for yourself what was going on.

After what felt like minutes that had dragged into hours, you finally forced yourself to open your eyes. There was a light shining in your eyes and your vision when shockingly white for a second. Pain spiked through your head, but you forced yourself to focus, glancing away from the light to the side.

There was a man standing there. He was facing a machine, focused on a readout. You instinctively knew that it was Nathaniel, but he looked different. His skin held a greyish tint to it and from the reflection of the screen he was looking at, you could see his eyes were red.

"I should have known better than to trust someone who I pulled from the depths of The Hellfire Club," Nathaniel mused, meeting your eyes through the reflection. "Although, I supposed her diamond mutation is the only thing that will save her now. It's really quite intriguing."

You felt a shiver run through you and you attempted to sit up, but it was then you realized you were strapped down to a bed. There was an IV set up, the needle nestled in the crook of your arm. Panic flooded your mind, and you struggled uselessly against the restraints across your chest, stomach, and thighs.

Nathaniel turned to look at you, a pleased smirk on his face. "I'm not going to hurt you," he claimed, as he took a step towards the bed. It was then you caught sight of the red glowing diamond on his forehead and you didn't know why that set you off. Nathaniel had seemed normal, but seeing him as Mister Sinister finally convinced you that you were in the presence of someone truly evil. "Not when I invested so much in you." He grabbed the back of a chair that was close by and settled it near the head of the bed. He sat down in it, uncomfortably close to your face, and reached out to brush a hand over your forehead, wiping away the cold sweat that had broken out.

"Why," you managed to get out, even though you were shaking. "Why did you take me?"

Nathaniel sat back, giving you a moment to breathe without his intense focus bearing right down on you. "I was going to kill you," he admitted with a fond smile. "You took out my Marauder. My Riptide. No one had ever done that before. He's unique, you see, and I was upset. While I was blinded by rage, my Gambit saw something in you. He's quite the thief, you know. He found the TVA's records on you. I'm still not sure how he got in and out without them noticing, but he's a clever one."

"Remy," you whispered, thinking of the friend you once had in the Void. But this wasn't your Remy and you didn't know what to think about the fact that he had inadvertently saved you and signed you up for Nathaniel's mindfuck of a plan. Your Remy had been bold and chaotic, but he had never been cruel. He never would have worked for Sinister. "Why is he working for you?"

"He needed something from me," Nathaniel answered, reaching out to trace an 'x' with his finger over your forehead. "He was terrified of his own power and thought I could help him control it by removing a piece of his brain. In return, I made him work for me. He's been working with my other Marauders to draw you out for weeks with attacks around the city. I knew I needed you alone, so I bided my time."

You licked your lips, suddenly so aware of how dry your mouth was that you couldn't stand it. "What did he find at the TVA?" You knew you should be trying to get away, but you wanted answers. You also had the feeling that as long as Nathaniel was right there at your side, you wouldn't be going anywhere. You might as well take advantage of the situation while you could and hold on to the hope that Logan would show up soon.

"Did you know that your universe lost its anchor being? Scott Summers," he answered without you even having to ask. There was an affectionate, warm look that flashed across his face before it was gone. "He's another mutant I've always found quite fascinating. Have you heard of him? Of course you have. You were on the X-Men together," Nathaniel continued with a sly grin, confirming he knew more about you than you wanted him to.

Your mind was racing at the implications that Scott had been the one keeping your universe together. Losing Scott had surely set your life spinning off in a crazy direction, but the fact that your universe couldn't survive without him? You weren't sure whether to laugh or cry at the thought.

"Your universe maybe had several hundred years before it died out, but the TVA knew about your potential. They pruned you and dropped you into the Void to give you time to get over your heartache. You were so broken up over losing the Wolverine that you became a shell of yourself, and they couldn't have that. They needed you strong and ready for a fight." Nathaniel's fingers swept down from your forehead before brushing over your eyes and then nose. He continued down until he could press them just under your jaw, checking your pulse.

"Then what happened?" You asked just to keep him talking. You didn't like the way he was considering you now, measuring and fixed right on you.

"I'm sure you can guess," he prompted with a sharp grin, showing his teeth. "They planned on approaching you after a few years once you had the time to properly hone your abilities and ask you to work for them. But then Wade Wilson and Logan Howlett saved every universe from being ripped apart by Cassandra Nova and made you one of their little consolation prizes. They still wanted you, but Nathan Summers intervened on your behalf."

There was another brief fond look on his face at the mention of Cable and you wondered why he was so outright obsessed with the Summers family. It was as if he thought they were his playthings that had managed to impress him.

"So," he continued, finally pulling his hand away from your throat, "the TVA dropped their plans for you. I, however, plan on doing no such thing. What they were willing to wait years for, I achieved within a day. Because I knew all I had to do was get you all to myself and make you see things my way. Once I knew about you, I couldn't let you go. I theorized that your powers, if left to mature, would become incredibly destructive. You could level whole cities. You could trap people and make them suffer in such beautiful ways. And you could do it all without taking any damage to yourself. You're perfect," he turned a warm smile on you that felt entirely wrong. His hand drifted down towards the needle still stuck in your arm. He tapped it twice, smirking at your wince, before ripping it out. "And I wanted you all to myself. I could have wiped your mind and erased Logan from it, but I didn't want to do that."

A small part of you thought maybe this would all have been easier on you if he had done that. But then you thought about Logan, who hadn't actually abandoned you at all. None of your grief had been real, because it had been entirely fabricated by the man sitting at your bedside.

"It was like I told you, I had to break you to remake you. So, I broke you," he leaned down so his face was hovering just over yours. "And you made it so easy for me," he drawled with a wicked grin.

You felt a rush of anger and strained against the straps keeping you tethered. A disappointed expression flickered across his face and he shook his head.

"Your self-esteem issues are truly impressive, do you know that? Even now, after all the work I've done, you still doubt yourself," he hissed, reaching out to cup your cheek in his hand and forcing you to look fully at him. "I've crafted some truly wonderful mutants in my time. Scott Summers, Nathan Summers, the Maximoff twins. They have all yielded some of the best results, myself not included, but it's been quite some time since I've dealt with such raw, organic potential. I barely had to do anything. It was all locked up inside, hidden beneath layers of your own mental blocks. I just had to power through them and get you to see what you’re capable of doing."

You heard a low rumble before the lights flickered. It felt like the building shook for a brief moment and then stilled. It was then you could hear people shouting and screaming before it was followed by another explosion.

Nathaniel let out an amused chuckle, as if he wasn't concerned about what was happening just outside the lab.

"Enjoy my gifts," he added before he stood, backing away from you. “I expect to see you using them.” He turned to face the doors just as someone rushed inside.

"They're here for her," he growled, nodding towards you.

You were shocked to see Sabretooth and you wondered how it would affect Logan to see his brother again.

"Of course they are," Nathaniel sighed before following Victor. "Then let's go welcome our visitors."

You panicked at the thought that Nathaniel would be going anywhere near Logan. His goal had been to separate you from Logan so he could swoop in and fill the void in your life. What if he actually wanted to kill Logan? There was no doubt in your mind that he would find a way to kill him if it meant he could get you under his control. The illusion had shattered, leaving Nathaniel with no other choice but to rip Logan away from you for good.

You could feel fear and rage mesh within you and all you wanted to do was get rid of the damn restraints. You pushed and pulled and finally when you had enough, you brought up a forcefield. It was pressed in so close to you that you felt nearly crushed by it, but then you shoved it outwards, recalling the feeling of using it in the reality Sinister had constructed for you.

It worked, sloppy and off center, but you still got the result you wanted. The floor beneath the bed was cracked, but the straps had given way, and you were free.

You could hear the fight, but you couldn't see it. You decided to rectify that, attempting another repulsion field and aiming it towards the wall that separated you from the others. This one was better, although you figured if your target was a wall, then it wasn't that much of a struggle. You used the forcefield and pushed out, sending out a concussive blast that put a crack in the wall. You watched as the crack grew and split, branching off in multiple directions before the wall began to crumble, taking part of the roof with it.

The next room was total chaos.

The first person you noticed was Remy. He was flinging card after card, hitting targets and making them explode. He had his staff in one hand, using it to deflect and push, slamming it into people before making them ignite. After that it was Emma, drifting around the room in her diamond form, and using it best to her advantage. You noticed how she slipped in and out of it, before using her telepathic abilities to freeze people, paralyzing them. Then it was Piotr and a blonde man you didn't recognize. Piotr was knocking out people while the man used plasma blasts that traveled along the length of his arms before he directed them at Sinister's followers.

Laura was kneeling on someone, using her claws to slash and gouge a man's neck and chest. She was visibly enraged as she stood, flicking blood from her hands as the man beneath her succumbed to his injuries. She moved on to the next one, single-mindedly focused on making them suffer the same fate.

Wade was practically dancing around the room, spinning his katanas at a speed you could barely keep up with as he sliced through one person's midsection before sticking the other through someone's neck.

Finally, your gaze landed on Logan. His lips were pulled back in a snarl, his teeth bared as he fought through the room. He dug his claws into someone's back and ripped them out, blood spraying all over his front and face. Then he was on to the next person, cutting easily through their sides and picking them up on his claws, forcing them deeper. He seemed to realize Victor was part of the fight, because he only grew more frenzied as he threw himself at him, sinking his claws into Victor’s neck.

He was beautiful in his ferocity. Knowing that it was all for you left you breathless in a way you didn't know how to overcome. You had spent what you thought were weeks without Logan when it had only been a day. Logan had never left you. Logan was here, killing mercilessly all to save you.

They were all here to save you. You couldn't reconcile that thought with the thoughts that had clouded your mind once Nathaniel got his hands on you. But here they were, your family with a couple additions from the X-Men, rescuing you.

Sinister's henchmen were falling left and right, but you had lost sight of him. You knew the others could take care of his followers, but you wanted to find Nathaniel for yourself.

You wanted to be the one to kill him.

You let yourself go invisible, seeking him out. It wouldn't be over until he was well and truly dead. Someone knocked into you, and you instinctively turned, forming a forcefield around your fist and bringing it crashing right into the person's jaw. You felt the bone break beneath the force of your hit and the person clutched their jaw, howling in pain. Another hit and they were on the floor, their nose crushed and bleeding freely.

You turned and found Sinister near the blonde man, a taunting grin on his face as he spoke to the stranger. You made your way through the room towards them, forming spikes along the forcefield surrounding your fist and driving them up into someone's chest. You kept going, punching through bone and muscle until you could feel your forcefield break through to the other side. You wrenched your arm free, leaving the person to drop to the floor, lifeless.

You aimed a repulsion field at one person, watching as they got torn in half by it. You then formed a forcefield around another, inverting it so that the spikes were on the inside and the person was simultaneously punctured by hundreds of pinprick spikes.

You kept moving through the room, dodging and striking and shielding and pushing when needed. You only had eyes for Nathaniel, thinking that once he was gone, there would be no more threats to you or Logan or anyone else you loved.

There were only three more people between you and Sinister when you saw the blonde stranger let out a plasma blast from the middle of his chest. It was wild and less controlled than the ones that had come from his fists, but it seemed more personal. He advanced on Nathaniel, not letting up even for a moment, until Nathaniel was on the ground and still.

You were terrified for a moment that you had lost your chance, and you used a forcefield to shove the blonde back. He shot you a confused look, his arm coming up to aim a blast your way, but Wade swooped in, shielding you.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Havoc, she's the baby bird we're trying to get back to the nest. Don't hurt her." Wade turned to look at you and even with the mask on, you could see the relief on his face. "It is so fucking good to see you," he said as he approached you. You let him pull you into a hug and you figured he was just about one of the only people you would let touch you at the moment. The other two were across the room, taking care of the last of Sinister's team.

After a moment, you stepped away from Wade's embrace and kept walking towards your target. He was still on the floor, plasma burns marring his skin. You could see where his regenerative ability must have been trying to kick in, tissue attempting to connect again, but it wasn't working.

He locked eyes with you and you knelt at his side. You weren't sure why, but you reached out to grab his hand. He was real, solid, and there was no way he was getting up off the floor. Not if you had anything to do with it.

He laughed, the sound choked for a moment, as he offered you a bloodied grin.

"You were always meant to be special," he croaked, briefly squeezing your hand. You had a brief moment, thinking back to the world he created for you. Nathaniel comforting you and manipulating you and leaving breadcrumbs down a dark path for you to follow. "It won't be the last time you see me, Y/N. I'll always be with you," he promised, tapping a finger against the back of your hand.

You were aware of the others coming towards you. The blonde stranger in the X-Men uniform was watching the pair of you, but he wasn't intervening. The others seemed to know that whatever you were doing was important, even though you could practically feel the weight of Logan's stare on you.

There was a red light that had been flashing through the room and a siren that was droning on in the background. You didn't feel like you were in danger, though. There was something brewing deep within you, and it felt powerful. You felt indestructible as you clutched Nathaniel's hand with the knowledge that you were about to end it all for him.

In the background, a robotic voice came over the speakers. "Warning, status critical. Omega level threat detected. Retreat is advised." The message repeated over and over and you finally tore your gaze away from Nathaniel to consider the others in the room. They were all still, watching you, waiting for whatever it was you were about to do.

Nathaniel laughed again and began to dig his nails into the back of your hand. "I made you more," he whispered, staring up at you in something akin to awe. It was proprietary and possessive and proud.

The realization hit you and you nearly let go of his hand. You were the omega level threat. Once you freed yourself from your restraints, you realized Nathaniel’s deceit had been good for something, because you had felt powerful, indomitable, but omega level? You had never dared to dream of reaching that peak with your powers. The fact that you only had Nathaniel to thank for that left a sour taste in your mouth that had you craving his destruction even more.

"I made you mine," Nathaniel breathed with a pleased smirk.

You could feel rage descend and sweep aside any rational thoughts you had.

"I was never yours and now you're nothing," you hissed as you formed a forcefield around your free hand. It fit like a glove and you let the arcs of the field molded around your fingertips stretch out into spikes. You pressed it gently against his forehead, gifting him with a devious grin. "But really, thank you for the gifts," you sneered before you pushed. A scream built in your chest and escaped through your throat as you pressed in with your forcefield, tearing right through Nathaniel's skull to his brain. You closed your fingers into a fist before letting the forcefield expand, traveling through Nathaniel's body. You let it fill him out, occupying the space just beneath his skin, before you let it shatter, taking Nathaniel's insides with it.

You were coated in blood and viscera, but you didn't care. After everything, spending weeks in a hell of Nathaniel's making, he was dead by the powers he had so carefully helped you hone.

"Shit, girl," you heard Wade saying. "You've been holding out on us?"

You turned to look up at Wade, blinking at him, dazed.

Nathaniel was dead, but the feeling inside you didn't abate. You felt grief, anger, pain, confusion, betrayal, and a host of other emotions that had red still streaked across your vision.

You needed to direct it at something else, anything else, and while most of Nathaniel's followers had fallen, there was still someone else in the room. You got to your feet, dodging Logan's outstretched hand, focused on your new target. Remy had fled, likely sensing you wouldn't be happy to see him this time, but Emma had stayed.

She caught the look on your face and immediately shifted into her diamond form. You laughed as you reached out, forming a forcefield around her head.

"I've got an experiment for you," you started, letting it get smaller and smaller, tightening it around her neck like a noose. All you could think was that she had helped Nathaniel nearly destroy you. She had tried to take everything from you. "Which is going to happen first? Will the diamond finally crack, or will you run out of air? Let's find out."

You saw Emma's eyes go wide in panic, her hands coming up to uselessly claw at the forcefield.

Someone grabbed your shoulders and forced you to turn towards them. You were ready to strike out, but you stopped at the sight of Logan standing there.

He looked so lost, afraid, and you were worried for a moment that he was scared of you. The thought caused you to drop the forcefield around Emma, aware that she was leaving the room now that your attention was off her.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, feeling a swell of emotions you couldn't bring yourself to embrace. Tears welled in your eyes and you finally let yourself fall into Logan's arms.

"It's okay," Logan murmured, letting you rest your head on his shoulder. "I've got you. I have you, sweetheart. It's okay now." He kept up the reassurances as you cried, sobs leaving you faster than you could try to contain them. Logan's arms tightened around you and for one moment it felt like it was just the two of you.

You were fighting every thought that Nathaniel had poured into your brain. Logan had never left you, but you still felt like you had been abandoned. Laura had never turned her back on you, but you still felt like she didn't want you anymore. Wade had never chosen Logan over you, but you still felt like you had been betrayed.

You were a mess and you didn't know how to make the warring thoughts in your head go away.

"Shh," Logan soothed. You could feel him trembling, likely holding himself back. "I've got you, Y/N. He's never going to touch you again. No one is every going to lay one fucking finger on you ever again. Not as long as I'm around."

It was everything you wanted to hear, but there was still a sick twist in your gut that told you it wasn't over. You were literally standing in the remnants of Nathaniel's body, but you felt like he was still in your head. You didn't know how to shake off the feelings he had instilled in you while trapped in his illusion, but you wanted to believe. You so desperately needed to know that Logan was sincere.

You pulled back enough to meet Logan's eyes. Unshed tears were caught in them and they were filled with hope, longing, relief, and fear. You knew Logan hadn't rested since you were taken and you wanted nothing more than to go home and crawl into bed with him.

But you were terrified. What if you went home and you woke up to yet another fake world?

So, no matter how much you truly wanted to go home, you needed something else more.

"Charles," you rasped, watching Logan's expression fall. "Take me to Charles."

Logan looked like he wanted to argue. "Don't you--" he started before he was cut off by you shaking your head.

"Please," you begged, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt and attempting to reel him in closer. "Logan, please, I need to talk to him."

"Let's get you to Charles, then," Logan agreed, his voice gruff as he pulled you in tighter. He placed a kiss to your temple before reluctantly letting you go.

The next couple of hours were a bit of a blur. Piotr was flying the X-Jet back while you sat with Logan pressed close to your side. He had his arm around your shoulders and you knew that it would be a while before he would let you out of his grasp. Feeling Logan against your side, warm and protective, went a long way towards convincing you that you were finally safe.

The blonde stranger turned out to be Alex Summers. You realized that was why Nathaniel had sought him out even when his lackies were being killed all around him. He had an obsession with the Summers family and he couldn't help but pursue it.

"Yeah," Wade started once the introduction had been made. He clapped a hand to Alex's shoulder, ignoring Alex’s eye roll. "We wanted the other brother, but he was busy saving starving orphans from a well or whatever."

Alex shrugged off Wade's hand and shot him an irritated glare. "You're an idiot."

"Don't I know it," Wade sighed before turning back to look at you. He dropped into the seat across from yours and reached out to pat you on the knee.

You nearly flinched away, but checked the reaction in time. From the way Wade quickly drew his hand back, you knew you weren't entirely successful.

"God, what I'd give to run that jackass through with my blades," Wade muttered, carefully watching you.

You didn't like feeling so fragile, but you knew that it would take you a while to heal from what Nathaniel had done to you.

"He's dead," you replied, knowing that it was mostly just to reassure yourself.

Even if you weren't quite convinced, you still had to try to fool yourself into believing it was true.

Once you got to the X-Mansion, Charles was waiting in the foyer. He offered you a warm smile before cocking his head to the side, silently requesting you follow him.

Wade and Laura stayed behind in the foyer with Piotr while Alex stalked off, grumbling something about getting some sleep. Laura let you go with a hug and Wade placed a kiss on your cheek, the fabric of his mask soft against your skin. Piotr simply gave you a solemn nod of his head.

"I'm glad you are safe, friend," he told you before Wade called him an 'ol' softie,' leaving you to follow Charles down the hallway leading off the foyer.

Logan trailed after you, leaving enough space between the two of you so you wouldn't feel crowded.

Charles stopped at a door before pushing it open, gesturing for you to walk inside. You realized once you got into the room that it was Charles' office. You opted to take one of the chairs in front of his desk while Logan stayed near the door. You glanced over your shoulder to see he was leaning up against the wall beside the door, his arms crossed and expression guarded.

You assumed Charles would take the spot behind his desk, but he came to a stop at your side. He turned his chair to face you and you gifted him with the same courtesy, meeting his stare.

Silence fell between the pair of you and you tried to figure out what you wanted to say. Finally, you settled on, "Thank you."

Charles dipped his head in a nod. "I'm glad Emma was there to give us your location. I'm afraid I wasn't able to find you with your forcefield up. They're quite unique," he mused.

You felt just the slightest bit of guilt for the way you had turned on Emma once Sinister was dead, but you couldn't go back to change your actions.

"Piotr mentioned that you wanted to talk to me," Charles prompted with a curious quirk of his brow.

"I know he's dead," you forced yourself to say. "Alex and I killed him, but I still feel like he's in my head. What if he left something behind? What if he's still in there waiting to strike again?"

Charles considered you for a moment before he reached out. "May I?"

You shot Charles' hand a wary look. You would rather let Piotr hit you full force than allow another telepath in your head, but you needed to know. You finally leaned forward, crossing the distance between your head and Charles' outreached hand.

There was a rush before Charles carefully started picking through memories. Between Nathaniel and Emma, you felt mentally frail, but Charles was being delicate.

"Oh, my dear," he whispered, dismayed at whatever he found. "You've been through quite an ordeal, haven't you?"

You didn't have to answer, because you knew your secrets and the darkness that had invaded your mind were all in full view for Charles to peruse. You were ashamed and humiliated and terrified that Nathaniel had tipped you over the edge and now you were falling, heading straight for rock bottom.

"I can assure you that Sinister no longer has any hold over your mind," Charles continued, still combing through your memories and thoughts. "If you like, I can try to suppress the memories," he offered, his voice calm in your head.

You wished more than anything that you could allow Charles to soothe the balm, but you were worried about letting anyone tamper with your memories. Even though Charles had the best of intentions, you wanted to know that everything in your mind was undeniably yours.

"If you change your mind or need me to take another look, all you have to do is ask," Charles said, carefully extracting himself from your mind.

"Thank you," you managed before standing. You turned to see Logan still watching you, a tiny spark of warmth taking root in you. "Let's go home," you told him, watching as a relieved smile crossed his face.

"Let's go home," he agreed, reaching out towards you as you got closer.

The following weeks were spent trying to convince yourself that you weren't still trapped in Nathaniel's manipulation. You didn't know how to rid yourself of the doubt, so you did your best to counteract that with the proof you needed to show you that your loved ones would never leave you.

You started by talking to Wade.

Logan and Laura had left to run errands, and right as they were out the door, Wade showed up on the doorstep. You knew they practically had a rotation going to make sure you weren't alone at any given time.

"Fancy seeing you here," he said as he stepped into the living room. "Ooh, are those cookies?" He reached out to grab one of the cookies Laura was addicted to.

So much had been on your mind that you weren't even sure where to start. You were staring at Wade, attempting to figure out what to ask first, when he stopped mid-bite to look at you.

"What's going on, baby bird?" He let himself drop down into a seat at the kitchen table before he snagged another cookie. "This shit is good," he moaned, stuffing one into his mouth whole.

"Wade," you started, sitting down in the chair across from him. "If Logan were to ever leave me, would you let me stay with you?"

Wade suddenly stopped chewing before setting down the third cookie he had swiped. "Did Logan say he was leaving you?" His voice was low and dangerous, cautious enough for you to know he was trying to grasp the situation while forming his plan of attack.

"No," you told him, hoping you were right. "But what if he did?"

"Good," Wade snorted before picking up his pilfered cookie again. "I'd chop his off his balls and serve them to him sunny side up if he ever did," he promised, tone serious.

"And I could stay with you?" You checked, wanting to assuage that fear.

Wade shrugged his shoulders. "I'm always up for a sleepover, sure," he agreed. "You'd have to share a bed with Blind Al, but I promise she won't bite. Well, maybe just once or twice," he amended with a thoughtful grimace. “Or, I could put some couch cushions on the floor and tell her that’s the bed, so we could share,” he added, gesturing between the two of you. “And then we could cuddle and tell each other all our secrets and it’ll be a fun little sleepover every night. Fuck, you should totally dump Logan so we can do that.”

You felt a surprised laugh bubble out of you, and it felt so fucking good. Trust Wade to bring you the levity you so desperately craved. “God, you’re an asshole,” you sighed, loving him all the more for it. You watched him eat another cookie, knowing Laura was going to be pissed when she got back and realized they were gone. "And what if you were mending things with Vanessa and didn't want another roommate? What then?"

Wade was silent for long enough that you started to worry.

"If I were to get Vanessa back," he started, voice uncharacteristically small yet hopeful, "then she knows what she's getting with me. And that includes you," Wade added, shooting you a wink. "We're a package deal now, baby bird, and Papa Deadpool would never leave you."

You didn't respond, instead choosing to push the box of cookies in Wade's direction, silently urging him to take more.

Next, you decided to talk to Laura.

She had been quiet around you, studying you from afar. Logan had told you she blamed herself for not being there to keep Gambit from taking you. You didn't want Laura to feel guilty, so you sent Logan out to get dinner and took your chance to talk to her without anyone else around.

"Gambit would have gotten me sooner or later," was what you said instead of any sort of platitude. "Nathaniel, Sinister," you corrected yourself, "wasn't going to stop. So, if it came down to me being taken or me being taken and you getting hurt, then I know which scenario I prefer. I'm glad you weren't with me," you told her, "because if anything had happened to you, I wouldn't have made it. I need you safe more than anything else."

Laura didn't say anything for a while. She kept absentmindedly running her nails over the fabric covering the couch, digging in until she caused a small rip. "I spent a really long time without a family," she finally got out. "And just when I thought I had someone, he died protecting me. I never thought I would have anyone who actually made me feel like I belonged somewhere, but then you found me. I was lost in the Void for a while and Cassandra's guys were bearing down on me, but then you showed up with Johnny." There was a fond little smile on her face, but she still hadn't looked at you since she started talking.

"You took me back to the hideout and you treated me as if I had been there with you all along. You looked out for me and protected me and loved me. And you still do all those things. Now, I have you and I have Logan and you've both given me a home. A family. And then you were gone and we didn't know if we would ever find you again. I was so scared," she whispered, finally meeting your gaze. "I can't lose you too."

You knew then that you had been stupid to believe, even under Nathaniel's influence, that Laura would ever pick someone else over you. You felt a smile break out on your face before reaching out to pull her into a hug.

"You won't lose me," you promised, reaching up to flick her ear.

Laura huffed out an amused little laugh that sounded suspiciously close to a relieved sob.

You had never found it hard to be vulnerable around Logan, but you were half-terrified at the thought of trying to broach the subject of his wife. It was your deepest fear and Nathaniel had exploited it perfectly. You had nearly lost yourself just at the thought of losing Logan. What if there really was someone out there, even if it wasn't his wife, who would make him leave you?

You were lying in bed, tucked close in to his side. Your head was resting on his chest and you were trailing your fingers up and down his stomach, trying to work up the courage to ask what was on your mind. You had already told Logan what happened to you while Nathaniel held you captive, but he didn't know just how much it had affected you.

"When Wade told me he could get the TVA to fix my universe, I wanted nothing more than to return there and have them all back again," Logan's voice was a low rumble in his chest, nearly soothing despite the way anxiety shot through you at his words. "And then it turned out that there was no fixing it. I am who I am because of those mistakes and those losses. I wouldn't be here without them."

You pressed a kiss to his chest, letting him know you were listening, but not willing to contribute just yet. Logan had an uncanny ability to know exactly what was on your mind, so you didn’t question why he chose the topic.

Logan's hand came up to press between your shoulder blades. He swept his hand down to the small of your back, urging you to press closer to him.

"You're nothing like her, you know." Logan was quick to press a kiss to the crown of your head when he felt you tense up. "You like different movies and songs and books. You love the rain and she was scared of thunderstorms. She would have hated Wade, but you've practically adopted him. I told you in the Void that I knew you weren't her and I've known that every second since. I love you," he admitted, his voice soft and nearly pleading. "I love you knowing that you aren't her, because I don't want to dwell on the past anymore. There's no changing the past and there's no bringing her back, but even if it was possible, I would still want my future with you. I will always want you."

You had carefully kept your gaze directed at Logan's shirt, but you finally lifted your head to lock eyes with him.

"I want my future with you too," you told him, aware that you had to let him know you were on the same level. Logan was used to fighting for what was his, but you knew that letting anyone see this side of him was special. He trusted you and you knew without a doubt that he loved you. It would be hard to erase the damage Nathaniel had done, but you knew that Logan, Laura, and Wade would all gladly take on the task of helping you heal.

"I'm not going to lose you again," Logan swore, his hand dipping beneath the hem of your shirt to press to the skin at the base of your spine. "And you're not going to lose me. We'll fight for you every day if we have to."

Your throat felt tight and your eyes stung, but you managed to rise until you could kiss Logan. It was a promise from you to him that spoke of every ounce of the love you had for him.

"And I'll fight for you," you spoke into the kiss, feeling the way Logan smiled against your lips.

It was easy, then, to lose yourself to Logan. Every touch was a vow to continue forward together and every kiss was sealing the deal set forth between you. You were no longer alone and now you would never have to be.

You had a team. A family.

And most importantly, you had Logan.

Author's Notes: Is Sinister dead? Was it a clone? We may never know. There is a part 5 and part 6 being planned out! I'm going to grant a request that a lot of people had for this series regarding bringing back two certain characters, so I really want to deliver on that. I'm also going to bring in another villain and other characters. So, if you liked this or you're interested in more, please let me know! I literally wrote 15.6k in the past week just fueled by y'all's support and it really does help me so much. I can't thank y'all enough. I haven't been this inspired in a really long time. 💖 (also my coworker called me baby bird the other day and I had a moment of blind panic where I was worried she somehow found this fic, because she knows I've written reader fic before.)

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[firemenenthusiast]

AAAH im so happy more and more people are watching see, beside archie looking fine asf for three seasons it's also a genuinely good series, I'm not normally a big fan of sci-fi but i watched three seasons in like four days bc i couldn't get enough 😭

also yes kofun is dumb as hell but honestly that's pretty realistic lmao, him and haniwa are two sheltered teens with overprotective parents + sight is basically a superpower in their world, id act like that too if i could see purple 2

the only thing that puzzles me is how normal incest seems to be in their world?? gether bax and his aunt's relationship is public and *SPOILERS FOR SEASON TWO* nobody ever bats an eye at the fact that kofun fucked his aunt, it's more about the aunt being sibeth lmao

sorry for rambling a bit but i never get the chance to talk about see so im a bit excited 🙈

you’re not rambling bae im happy to be talking to you any day ! also yes i finally got to watch see but im only at the few first episodes of the first season. you’re right its getting really good now that kofun showed some warrior skills to redeem his goofy ahh being taken away by the slavers. kofun you’re lucky you’re fine as hell

the opposite personalities of the twins is really interesting to me cuz i feel like i could always rely on haniwa but have to worry about kofun doing dumbass shit anytime. when they were at the river i was 98% sure kofun was gonna run his mouth it was so suspenseful. and when the twins confessed that one doesnt want to leave the village ever and the other does really badly i get more hooked

also yeah whats up with the incest yall pack it up you be fucking yo aunts and complain when the baby came out deformed saying its the curse no bitch you’re the curse 😭 ive read about kofun and sibeth everywhere but still wouldn’t be ready when it happens lmao. also whats up with the queen everytime she wants to ‘pray’ ? no one finds that weird ? oml

you’re welcome to come talk about see anytime but bear with me im only on the first couple of episodes cuz i need to study 😞 i’ll be live posting as i watch tho so i can feel like im watching with yall

[pxgeturner]

i’m trying my best but oml there’s always so much to do!!

YES THEY DO WE LOVE THAT <333 and that’s so me omg i will never stop it’s they're so good :))

ooh i’ll definitely look into that thank you!! and no that’s ok we love a good mix of movies and series and i adore all romcoms anyway so how could i say no to that

that’s ok!! i am 16 but if you are planning to change it to 18+ i completely understand and respect that!! :)

& how have you been feeling anyway? i hope you're recovering well <3 - 🪷

um well... hmm.. I don't have a lot to say but I can't not reply. you deserve response when I see ur msgs. my ankle is better, I don't have any pain. but im not sure if the swelling is all the way down but I am nawt going to pay fifteen whole dollars to go see the nurse on campus. besides the man said to wait for like 6 weeks until the swelling goes down. so I'm not v worried at all.

Iron Fist's grand debut is on Friday. exciting!! I hope u (all of u tbh) are so hyped. I am. I'm so ready. this is my brain baby. hklghkgjhg excited autist noises.

[kitasgloves]

Sexy Escapades ft. MSBY 4

— ♬ NSFW, MINORS DNI, female reader but can be interpreted as gender-neutral, haikyuu timsekip

BOKUTO KOUTARO

(doggystyle & cowgirl)

Oh boy he's a pounder

He likes to grab your ass during doggy and it for sure leaves red marks

I'm losing my mind thinking about Bokuto grabbing your wrists from behind and pulling your body against him whenever he thrusts forward, would literally make you go cross-eyed

He's a sucker when you ride him, he'd literally beg you to ride his cock

He'd be all grabby, his hands aren't stuck in one place. He'd grab your waist, squeeze your breasts, or caress your face

I'd like to imagine when he's close, he'd grab you by both of your arms or by your neck (if he's feeling aggressive) and he'd thrust his hips upward frantically until he cums

"Oh, fuck baby, take that! Take all of it"

HINATA SHOYO

(pussyeating & facesitting)

Ninja Shoyo is a whole new breed bro oml

He's a giver I just know ittttt

He's eager to please but knows how to tease and rile you up until you beg for it

Going feral thinking about him burying his face into your cunt and just lapping all of your juices like a thirsty man left in the desert

He'd play with your clit. He'd lick, suck, and even grazes his teeth against it to scare or excite you

He'll use his fingers, burying them deep into your dripping pussy

Literally, eyes shut, groaning because he can feel you close to cumming on his tongue

My man enjoys facesitting. Don't even worry about suffocating him if you got thick thighs or a fat ass

He'd grip your thighs hard then knead them as he passionately eats you out until you're about to collapse

He'd probably unintentionally overstimulate you, oops

"Come on, give it to me babe. Give me everything"

MIYA ATSUMU

(finger fucking & thigh riding)

Idk about y'all but I think Atsumu has those dangerously precise fingers that know where to find the perfect spot inside of you that makes you scream

Doesn't even take more than five minutes and he has you close to cumming around his thick and talented fingers

He'd use three to four fingers frantically pumping inside of you, while he uses his thumb to massage your clit

Would literally make you see stars omg

He's the type to look you dead in the eye and lick your cum off his fingers with a smug smirk SOMEONE PLS CHECK ON MY PULSE RIGHT NOW

Okay, he's got NFTs; Nice Fucking Thighs. And he knows how to use them.

He'd grab you by the waist and tell you to grind on his thigh. If he's feeling generous he'd help you cum by grinding his thigh up and down your clit.

Doesn't mind you making a mess on his thighs, he'd ask you to lick it all off anyway.

"Yer really nasty aren't ya sweetheart? Yeah, just like that, lick yer cum off my thigh and I'll treat ya real good"

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

(fingering & missionary)

Those bendy wrists are perfect for fingering I said what I said. It's a great exercise for him

When he fingers you, it's slow and passionate. He takes his time analyzing what makes you feel good. He lives for those tiny reactions like gasps and whimpers whenever his fingers brush a particular spot

He'd alternate from one hand to another after he makes you cum. He'd bury his face against your neck and whisper nasty shit to you that brings you to the edge.

Sakusa likes missionary fight me on this bitch. He likes seeing his partner's reactions when he pounds into them slowly.

He goes slow and hard, you'll feel every hard thrust and it will make your eyes roll back each time

If he's feeling aggressive he'd have a hand around your neck too.

When he's close, he'd grab both of your legs and place them over his shoulders. He'd lean forward and start to pound at the same pace but this time he's deeper

Will literally leave you convulsing when cum.

"Fuck! You like that? Of course, you do darling. Ready to give me one more?"

BONUS: squirting or creampie?

Squirting:

Hinata (he thinks it's fun)

Atsumu (sometimes)

Sakusa (a shocker, I know)

Creampie:

Bokuto (is literally obsessed)

Atsumu (is an enthusiast)

©kitasgloves (do not steal or copy)

[moccahobi]

Cath once again hits so hard with this fic! I've been meaning to read more from her universe and OH MY I AM SO GLAD THAT I GOT TO READ THIS FIC!

In this fic, we follow Yoongi and a main character named Miso to a family dinner that she is forced to go to. Very quickly we learn that Miso and Yoongi are very much at each other's throats. If you enjoy E2L, I think that this will be a super interesting read for you!

Cath is so skilled at quickly building tension and keeping it high. With each new person we met I was hanging on the edge of my seat!

I probably looked like this as I read, just so ready for the next thing we learned:

Miso and Yoongi's dynamic is interesting and I can see that there is more we've yet to learn. I am so excited to learn more and see what else we will find!

Truly, this is an awesome fic!

My live reaction is under the read more.

Ohhhh! What an interesting opening of tension! I like how quickly you set up the stakes for their dislike.

I like how you transitioned from their first encounter to the fake dating! It flows seamlessly!

Holy shit! She rich! A golf course??? Oml. Ohhhh. The bite leaving her. I like how you show them changing their interactions in this new setting.

Oooof. The bang. And his relief of not having to hear it again... Miso still has to...

The opulence you describe is truly so overwhelming and also disconcerting! I really like it!

MILK 🤣🤣🤣 I mean I'd probably ask that too because I'm lactose intolerant and if I drank milk it'd probably make the start of a partnership... Explosive. 🤣🤣

Oooof. The way you build tension with Sera's cobvo is amazing!

The incident from a few weeks ago??? What incident? 👀👀👀

Ooof. Whose this new guy. 👀 Miso seems so uncomfortable.

Ooof. Leaving Yoongi alone is roughhhhh

👀👀👀 Nuptials?

Aweee. That sounds like such a toxic home environment.

How kind of Yoongi to offer to say for a bit.

Family Matters (Yoongi x OC)

Summary: Yoongi owes you and it's the only reason he's here, pretending to be your date at a fussy family event. Accidentally seeing you as a person was not part of the plan.

Pairing: Yoongi x OC

Genre: colleagues; banter, angst

Word count: 7.6 K

Rating: 18+

Warnings: language, alcohol, smoking, weed, mentions of parental abuse and bullying

A/N: So this took me a long time to write but I'm finally posting my first Yoongi fic in the idolverse! It's slightly different in tone from the others but it's a storyline I'm quite excited about, so hope you enjoy it :)

Tagging: @bbl32, @dreaming-with-happiness, @meirkive, @quarter-life-crisis2, @ggukkieland, @kflixnet, @k-radio (drop me a message to let me know if you’d like to be tagged)

Listen to: “not if you were the last junkie on earth” by the dandy warhols

yoongi masterlist | main masterlist

Min Suga.

Kang Chanel.

It hadn’t taken more than two words each for the mutual dislike to settle heavily in the air. The pause she’d given before introducing herself, as though evaluating whether Min Suga was worthy of an introduction, had been enough for Yoongi to bristle. The way she’d made herself at home in his studio annoyed him even more, especially when in the course of nearly half a decade, he’d never been asked to work with an assistant producer.

He may not have minded, had it not been for the clear superiority complex she seemed to possess and the way some of the things she said made him feel as though he was being mocked, even though there was nothing he could pick apart in her words. She was articulate; too much so, enough that he’d wondered once or twice what on earth she was doing in the music industry of all places - in his studio.

Of course, rich parents proved quite soon to be the answer to that question. Kang Chanel hadn’t been half as subtle as she’d intended, and by the end of their first meeting, he’d managed to create enough of an impression about her as she clearly had of him. She didn’t think much of his possessiveness over his working environment, he didn’t like her aloofness, and both of them unequivocally detested the fact that they were being made to work together.

In light of all this, Yoongi wonders once again, with a mild resignation, just how he’s managed to end up here a month later, at her house and as her date to a family get together.

The house is just as big as he’d imagined. Granted, he and all his bandmates have swanky apartments of their own, but they’re nothing like this mansion. Large and white, with gardens and gazebos, doormen and gated compounds; it screams old money. As the guard opens the remote controlled gate to let him in, Yoongi can’t help but feel that old, familiar bitterness in the pit of his stomach at this ostentatious display of wealth. When he spots her descending the staircase before walking in his direction, it’s replaced by an exasperation he associates only with her, like the feeling before a maths exam.

Against the calm rays of the sun before it sets, her expression looks unexpectedly dark. She’s dressed in all black, as usual, but a little more refined than what she normally lands up at the studio in. She’s wearing a skirt, for starters, which ripples in the breeze just below her knees, although with thin black stockings underneath, as though determined to show as less skin as possible. The top is long-sleeved and figure-hugging, making her thin and lanky frame look even more so. As she nears him, he realises she’s wearing lipstick. It makes her look human all of a sudden, and Yoongi is forced to bite his tongue before he accidentally comments on it.

“Min Suga,” she acknowledges once she’s close enough, using the name he knows she’s mocking.

“Kang Miso,” he replies, using the first name he knows she deliberately tried to keep hidden.

Miso rolls her eyes and Yoongi feels a faint leap of amusement as he falls into step beside her. They pass under a canopy of trees, all throwing pretty shadows on the ground. He’s absently observing them when she speaks.

“Did you find the house okay?”

He nods, still looking at the ground. “Yeah, wasn’t hard. Besides, most people know where to point when you ask where Kang Jae Sung lives.”

“Lucky you.”

It’s a decent walk back to the house from the gate. When they pass by the gardens, the churning in his stomach returns when he takes note of just how expansive it is. Behind the gardens, unless he’s mistaken, is a golf course, if the flags are any indication. He can spot what he thinks is the garage from here, with the rears of at least four different fancy cars displayed. It occurs to him that he hadn’t made an accurate judgment before, for this isn’t simply a mansion - it’s an estate.

“So, you grew up here?” 

He expects a smart comment of sorts; any time he’s snidely brought up the fact that she comes from money, or quite unsubtly indicated that she’s a prime example of nepotism at HYBE, her responses are equally snarky, almost as if she has an arsenal of comebacks from years of hearing similar comments.

Now, however, Miso simply sighs heavily. “Yes,” is all she says.

Yoongi frowns slightly, gaze still on the ground. He isn’t obtuse; he owes her for instinctively preventing him from being photographed outside HYBE with a cigarette between his fingers, and that’s really the only reason he’s here today. It’s openly begrudging on his part, but at no point has he assumed that she’s enjoying this at all either. Her response only confirms it, but it seems less directed at him and more at the fact itself.

At the foot of the steps that lead to the front door, she pauses. She stares at the front door, a huge oak structure that looks like it should fall open like a drawbridge, before turning abruptly to him. “Don’t talk to my mom about us, okay? About… this.” She waves her hand in the space between them and he takes it to mean that she’s referring to this rather flimsy facade of a date they’re playing at. 

Yoongi shrugs, hands in his pockets. “Why would I talk to her about it?”

“No, as in -” Miso breaks off, biting her lip and shaking her head. Yoongi tries not to look too stunned, but it’s the most flustered he’s ever seen her look. It’s still less noticeable than most, but he wasn’t even sure anything could faze her this much - that is, until he’d met her father at HYBE.

This is different, though. When her father had appeared, she’d gone stoic, like a child bracing herself for a scolding after getting bad marks. Now, she seems more nervous, almost jittery. It’s incredibly strange - and novel, which is why Yoongi finds himself hoping she’ll cut it out before he starts feeling the need to say something.

“She will talk about it,” she says finally, “and she’ll ask you questions and make comments which are not friendly in nature, much as they might sound like it.” She exhales heavily. “Just… don’t engage, alright?”

Yoongi, who honestly has no intention of engaging with anyone, nods. “Okay.”

Miso nods in mild satisfaction before leading him up the stairs. For a moment, he doesn’t imagine she’ll be able to open the door, for it looks incredibly heavy. But she pushes one of the doors and slides in, holding it open for Yoongi to enter as well before letting it go so it closes with an ominous bang. It gives him the distinct feeling of being locked up, and he’s momentarily thankful he’ll never have to hear it again after today.

If Yoongi had any preconceived notions about her parents’ wealth or her upbringing, the interior of the house only confirms it. It’s all variations of beige, the only splashes of colour saved for antiques and paintings placed strategically around the room. He can’t even really tell what the aesthetic is meant to be, but something tells him that that’s exactly the point.

He tries not to let his face give too much away as he vaguely scans the sitting room, which looks bigger than the entire house he and his family lived in before he moved to Seoul. Off to the side is an immaculately carpeted staircase that, he’s sure, leads to the eight bedrooms and gold-plated bathrooms this house surely has.

“I’ll give you a tour later,” she murmurs dryly, startling him. He turns slightly to see her observing him, looking mildly amused, as though waiting for whatever smart comment he has loaded up. She’s less than a head shorter than him and her arms are folded across her chests as usual. The long black sleeves cover her pale knuckles and her violet nails look darker than ever against them.

“Yeah. And maybe a map.”

Miso nods, satisfied, before slowly walking further into the house, practically dragging her feet across the floor. Yoongi follows her absently, hoping his unease at being here isn’t showing on his face too blatantly. He look up ahead instead at Miso, looking distinctly odd in her dark-coloured get-up, especially surrounded by so much beige. Looking up ahead as they enter what looks like the kitchen, complete with an enormous kitchen island, a fully stocked bar and, for reasons best unknown, a set of couches and arm chairs. Through an archway, he can see a dining table the length of an Olympic swimming pool, carefully being tended to by no less than three people in black and white; they’re clearly part of the catering company. Yoongi feels a strange sense of relief and trepidation.

None of this was part of the plan. When it was made clear to him that he had no choice, even after multiple discussions with his colleagues at HYBE that no, he did not need to work with an assistant producer, Yoongi’s patience with this stranger was already wearing thin. Hoseok, who also had an assistant producer working with him but fortunately one of his choosing, had tried to make him see the bright side.

“Maybe she’s nice,” he’d said, panting and chugging down a bottle of cold water as they finished dance practice a few weeks ago. “Maybe she’ll surprise you.” With a frustrated look at the bottle, he’d paused before splashing its entire contents into his face.

Yoongi had shook his head immediately, not in the mood for Hoseok’s ability to see the best in everyone. “Yeah, I don’t see that happening.”

“It’s not like you have a choice,” he’d retorted, coughing through the water as droplets trickled down his tan neck. “Doesn’t matter how she got there. Just try to work with her or you’re going to end up hating your own studio.”

Those were profound words from a man who’d managed to get water up his nose standing up, but Yoongi had begrudgingly tried to take his advice, gingerly stepping into the studio the next day and muttering a “Hi” to Miso, who was already settled in comfortably. He’d even taken the extra step of bringing her a coffee, hoping it would ease some of the clash that was sure to occur soon. Maybe it would be the steaming hot, frothy start of a better working relationship. Maybe, as Hoseok said, she would surprise him.

All that went out the window the moment he’d actually handed her the cup. She’d taken it with a hesitant sort of thanks, frowning at the cup as though expecting to be poisoned. She’d taken off the lid and sniffed it, before looking up at Yoongi with a completely unreadable expression on her face.

“Does this have milk?”

That had been the beginning and end of any sort of olive branch. Yoongi had been forced to control his seething, instead chucking his bag on the couch and scoffing as he pulled up the tracks they were working on, trying not to even look in her direction as much as possible. It was rare that someone managed to get under his skin to this extent, but Kang Miso, with her quiet arrogance, her narrowed eyes, her famous family name and her infuriating ability to generate good ideas when they worked, had succeeded.

Miso wasn’t a prodigy. She wasn’t even close, but she had a good ear for music. Would she have been here, in Prod. Suga’s studio without her father’s name and connections? Absolutely not. Would Yoongi have missed out on a good suggestion here and there without her, though?

The answer grates on the corner of Yoongi’s mind as he stands in her expansive kitchen, and a loud clang startles him. 

“You! Can’t you work quietly?” A loud and livid hiss travels through the kitchen before a woman, who can only be Miso’s mother, glides into the room in a black dress, complete with clicking heels and thin gold jewellery. Behind her, a serving girl scrambles to pick up a fallen ladle and scurries out of the room and out of her sight. At the kitchen island, Yoongi notices Miso straighten instantly.

“Posture, Miso,” her mother mutters anyway, apparently at the mere sight of her daughter. “Are you dressed appropriately for tonight?”

“Um, I think so.” There’s a slight edge to her voice as she surreptitiously smooths a fold on her skirt. 

At this, her mother finally stops her bustling around and takes a look at Miso. “No jewellery?” she asks after a moment. In answer, Miso brushes back her hair from next to her face to reveal a small pair of silver earrings, and her mother sighs in what seems to be grudging approval.

“Are you ready for tonight? Can I expect you on your best behaviour? Because, darling, I would really rather not have a repeat of -”

Miso interrupts her at this point. “Mother, this is, uh -” 

To Yoongi’s surprise, Miso looks right at him and beckons for him to join her. He takes a hesitant step before walking further into the kitchen and into her mother’s view, feeling rather as though he’s walking into a parent-teacher conference.

“This is - this is Yoongi,” she says when he stops a foot away from her, across the island from her mother. “He’s… I invited him to join us tonight,” she says eventually, looking expectantly at him.

Her mother seems momentarily taken off guard before an expression of deep surprise settles on her face. “Kang Sera,” she says with a sparkling smile, her voice suddenly an octave lower. She bows slightly which he returns in full force, before offering a hand. “I didn’t know Miso was in a relationship. She rarely tells us anything, in fact,” she adds, looking at her daughter as though looking at a wilful child. “Unless it’s to ask her father for a job.” She lets out a tinkling laugh.

For some reason, Yoongi can’t bring himself to look at Miso next to him, from whom only a stony silence seems to emanate. “Ma’am… Miso and I are not -”

“We’re not dating, mother. We’re just… we’re here as - as friends.”

That’s a stretch. As far as Yoongi knows, he and Miso can barely stand each other. They have next to nothing in common, and it’s been less than forty-eight hours since she rolled her eyes in his studio and suggested to him to try and be less uptight.

“Oh.” Kang Sera gives them an appraising look. “Well. I’m sure that will be acceptable, too. You’re the youngest cousin; it wouldn’t be completely shocking.” She glances at her delicate gold watch as Miso exhales sharply. “You should give your guest a tour.”

There’s a pause and Yoongi realises a moment later that he’s meant to speak. “You have a beautiful house, Mrs Kang,” he says, and the quiet scoff from next to him makes him almost want to smile.

Sera smiles, the same sparkling, borderline artificial one, and nods once. “Thank you. You should see the rest of it. Miso will show you around.” With that, she walks out of the room purposefully, her heels clicking against the marble floor.

There’s a moment of awkward silence before Yoongi turns towards Miso, not surprised to see her still looking down at the kitchen island, seemingly frozen. She looks up quickly, though.

“Well, you heard her,” she says wryly. “You’re going to get the full tour of the Kang estate, Min Suga.”

Kill me now. But he simply nods, only for her to frown slightly. When he slips his hand into his pockets and still says nothing, patiently waiting for her to lead the way, she observes for a moment before passing him and exiting the kitchen.

They walk through the dining room. “You’re going to want one of those,” she says, gesturing to the bar where a bartender wipes down an immaculate slab. “One whiskey on the rocks. Water, not soda.” She looks back at Yoongi, who hesitates but joins her anyway.

“One scotch, please. And… light. I’m driving back,” he adds, responding to her questioning look as the bartender begins making their drinks.

“Oh,” she says after a moment, as though this hadn’t occurred to her. “Try to keep the drink going for as long as you can, then,” she suggests, “or these people will make you get another.”

“Noted.” They wait in silence until they get their drinks, Miso giving the bartender a nod as she picks up hers, and Yoongi muttering a quiet “thank you”.

“So, where do you want to start?”

Yoongi takes a sip. “I don’t know. Probably a coin toss between the indoor basketball court or the private jet.”

Miso raises her eyebrows and takes a larger sip of her own drink. “You’re sorely mistaken,” she says dryly as they head out towards what looks like another living room with a set of French doors. “We just have a tennis court. Hang on, I left my phone at the bar.” She sweeps past him to go back the way they came, the scent of something vaguely flowery in her wake. 

When she returns a few moments later, he’s looking at a set of carefully placed photographs in immaculate frames on the mantle. He glances at her before pointing at one of a younger girl in a school uniform, her hair in two pigtails and a plaque in her hands.

“Cute.”

As expected, Miso barely reacts, beckoning for him to come outside, but Yoongi doesn’t move. It’s obviously her; there’s no doubt about it. It’s the same thick fringe parted slightly in the middle, the same thick eyebrows and blazing look. For the first time since he’s met her, he wishes she would smile.

“What?”

He realises he’s still looking at it. “Nothing. You still get that same look on your face.”

She cracks a hint of a smile. “Really? What’s that?”

“The one where you think you’re right about everything.” When she scoffs, he half-grins. “You’ve had it since you were a kid.”

Miso shrugs. “I can’t help it if I’ve always been right about everything.”

“Oh, I’m sure.”

“Really. It’s not fun being right all the time, you know.”

“I feel for you.”

“Are you about ready for that tour yet?”

“Am I ever.” 

They step out into the cool evening, the air still warm in August. In the distance, Yoongi sees the party. Twinkly yellow lights, delicate chairs and small tables, a buffet on one end with the dishes a shiny silver, wait staff looking sharp as they move around seamlessly with trays of drinks and appetizers. He can spot Miso’s mother and a few other adults, along with people his own age, looking at complete ease amidst all this finery. The sight makes Yoongi’s stomach roll with an ancient irritation.

“Oh, God.” Miso stops in her tracks. “I’m not ready for this yet. Come on.” Without explaining herself any further, she takes a detour through the lawn, her slender figure dark against the green canopy. They end up behind a greenhouse behind which is the boundary wall. Yoongi spots his own Honda in the middle of the other fancy cars parked across the street where the valet must have taken them.

“What are we -” He stops when he sees her pull out a pack of cigarettes from her pocket. She places her glass on the windowsill of the greenhouse and slides the lighter out of the pack along with a cigarette before offering him the open pack. 

“Aren’t we supposed to be on a tour?”

“Do you really care?” When he hesitates, she frowns. “What is it? I mean, I know you smoke now. And there’s no paparazzi here.”

She makes a fair point, so Yoongi takes one, lighting his own after she’s done with hers and takes a drag. “Minty,” is all he says.

“There is no part of me that wants to go into that pit,” she murmurs after a moment, flicking ash from her cigarette before taking another deep drag. 

“You? This is your world.” He taps his cigarette to get rid of the ash. “I felt like a fish out of water even in your kitchen.”

“Aren’t you used to hanging out with people like this, though? Now, when you go to company events or other colleagues’ houses?”

“It’s different, though. Less tours of family estates and more actual, normal people.” 

A light gust of breeze blows Miso’s hair off her neck, giving him a glimpse of the silver earrings she’d shown her mother. Yoongi makes it through half his cigarette before realising she hasn’t responded. 

“You’ve been to some of those, too, right?” he prods.

“Just one.” Miso nods. “Earlier this year. I think one of your group members was there, too.”

“Possible. They have much more happening lives than I do.”

“No kidding. It’s hard to get a scientist out of his lab.”

She has that same hint of a smile on her face again, like she’s enjoying a private joke, except this time he knows the joke. Out of all the things about her that Yoongi begrudgingly puts up with, the fact that she insists on calling his studio genius lab every time she refers to it gets on his nerves more than everything else put together. 

“Do you think this is a fair exchange?” he asks after a moment. “Me, being here in exchange for covering for me with the paps?”

Miso frowns curiously, adjusting her cigarette between her fingers. “I did it out of the goodness of my heart, didn’t I?”

Yoongi scoffs without meaning to. “I meant, I’m returning a favour. But I have to be here for a few hours, socialising with people I can’t stand, drinking the most diluted scotch on earth, and all you had to do was text me because you were in the right place at the right time.” 

There’s a pause where Miso stares at the ground before looking up at him. “Then why did you agree to come?”

He taps his cigarette again. “I owed you.”

“You could’ve given me a day off and we would’ve been even.”

“I’m not your boss; I don’t control your schedule.”

She exhales and a puff of smoke goes up into the air. “You know what I mean. It could’ve been anything else. All you had to do was say no to this.”

Yoongi realises only then that he’s been looking at a tree to her left this entire time; in a slow movement, he meets her eyes and feels the momentary urge to look away again. “Your father extended the invitation,” he says.

Miso shrugs. “So? He’s not your father. And you could’ve said you were busy. You are, in fact - don’t you have a company thing to go for after this?”

He bites his lip and nods. The look on her face is mildly challenging. He notices for the first time how sharp her jaw is and is instantly reminded of the photograph inside. He knows what he’s referring to, though, and he thinks he knows what she wants him to say. The incident from a week ago flashes through his mind, however, and he knows he won’t. 

“It’s not a big deal,” he says finally, looking away and dropping his cigarette stub on the ground, crushing it underneath his shoe.

“Okay,” she says after a few seconds, her voice lighter. He looks up to see her tilting her head at him curiously. “So how can I do you a favour for the favour you did me… for the favour I did you?”

Yoongi pauses as he processes this.

“Don’t worry, it’s correct.”

Bristling, he holds her gaze. “There are a few tracks that need editing. They need to be cut before the group members arrive tomorrow evening to record.” He waits for her reaction, not surprised at her dry smile as she stubs out her own cigarette.

“Alright. I’ll be there in the morning.”

“Really? You’re okay spending your Sunday morning at work?”

“Well, I’m not okay spending my Saturday night at this thing, so what’s the difference?” She picks up her drink and motions for him to come with, which he does a little belatedly because he’s not sure he likes how she’s comparing work with this stuffy dinner. She turns to give him another one of her unreadable half-smiles. “But apparently I owe you a favour.”

—

The first time Yoongi had met Miso, when she’d been leaning against the wall outside his studio, he’d found himself mildly impressed at her confidence. The first words out of her mouth had put him off, however, and as she’d more or less made herself at home in not only his studio but the entire Hybe building, he’d begun to resent her presence more than ever, unable to understand just where she’d got the confidence from when he, Yoongi, had just about come around to feeling at home here.

It’s a direct contrast to Miso in her own home, among her own family, where she sticks out like a sore thumb. She’s neither social nor very good at faking it, she’s incapable of making small talk, and her default form of conversation seems to be a very deep level of sarcasm that most people, like Yoongi in the initial days, seem to barely understand. 

When they finally join the sparkly crowd of people, Yoongi finds himself introduced to faceless socialite after faceless socialite, none of whose names Miso seems to remember, and he realises that somehow, in every trainwreck of a social interaction, Yoongi is the icebreaker between Miso and whomever they’re speaking to. Even worse than the adults are the people their own age, the ones Miso apparently went to school with, whom she simply cannot seem to stand.

“Oh, God,” she would mutter, making a face into her drink, “look who’s finally got his face out of the kegger” or “Look who it is, Seoul’s favourite child bride” in reference to her classmate who married her boyfriend at eighteen, a vision in designer wear with two children skipping at her feet.

With this, Yoongi concludes that her disdain for her schoolmates is neither surprising nor one-sided, and the fact that she spends all her time at the studio suddenly makes sense. Friends don’t seem to be a priority for her; indeed, she seems more than satisfied being the black sheep of Seoul’s elite.

“Kang Miso!”

Before him, Miso, who’s midway through her second drink, freezes. “Incoming,” she mutters, before turning around to face a young man, his white shirt crisp with the first three buttons undone, a navy blue suit, and enough cologne to make Yoongi feel like he’s been slapped in the face with it. 

“Hi.” 

She says no more and the new person, whoever he is, seems mildly amused by this perfunctory greeting. “Your mother said you were around here somewhere,” he says, and something about the way he says it makes it sound as though it was a lot more than a throwaway mention. He doesn’t even glance at Yoongi.

Miso observes him, a tight hint of a smile on her face. “Yes, well. I live here.”

Again, he seems to be expecting something more and when she doesn’t provide, he gives her that same curious smile, as though she’s a particularly fascinating animal at the zoo.

“You’ve haven’t changed,” he comments, pointing at her with his whiskey. His teeth flash white against his tan skin. “You look just the same.”

Miso frowns slightly. “Was I supposed to?”

“I don’t know. People usually grow, don’t they? Even late bloomers?”

Yoongi has an inkling what he’s referring to and it makes him almost want to scoff out loud in disgust. Meanwhile, Miso tilts her head.

“You weren’t a late bloomer and your shoulders are about a third of the size they were ten years ago. Not enough lacrosse in your father’s factory?”

The man narrows his eyes slightly. “It’s my uncle’s factory.”

“My mistake. This is Yoongi, by the way. Yoongi, this is…” By her tone, it’s clear that this is a name she does remember.

The man straightens up slightly, as though just realising there’s a third person in their midst. “Seojun,” is all he says, shaking Yoongi’s outstretched hand. “Are you her -”

“No.” Next to him, Yoongi wonders if he’s imagining Miso’s suppressed smile.

“Oh.” Then, Seojun frowns. “You look familiar. Have we met?” He raises an eyebrow. ��Did you go to our school?”

Yoongi takes a slow sip of his scotch. “Yes,” he answers.

“Huh. Did you play sports?”

“Only basketball. And chess.”

There’s a moment where Seojun looks truly lost before he raises his eyebrows, apparently choosing to believe him before he turns his attention on Miso again. “I heard your father was in the States recently. For a while. Returned… last week, I think?”

“If you say so.”

Seojun tilts his head at her. “Do you and your mom ever get lonely in this big house, all by yourselves?” 

For a moment, Yoongi thinks she’s going to throw her drink in his face. But then she takes a deep breath. “We’re fine, thank you.”

Before Seojun can respond, someone else calls out his name from behind them. They all look to see another man their age, with red frosted tips and a brown suit, grinning and waving him over. He’s standing with a group of similarly-aged individuals, all looking far more comfortable in Miso’s house than she does herself.

“Look at that, hunter,” says Miso, not missing the opportunity. She points at the group as Seojun turns around to face her. “Your gatherer is calling you.”

Yoongi fails to suppress his snort this time, fortunately managing to disguise it as a cough while Seojun simply observes her again, that same mixture of confusion and amusement playing on his face before he takes a couple of steps back and retreats towards his people, and Miso exhales.

“Were those the kind of esteemed individuals you went to private school with?” Yoongi mutters, unable to hide the disdain in his voice. 

“Unfortunately,” she answers. “Except that one, believe it or not, was also my prom date.”

“Prom?” Yoongi tries not to sound too incredulous. “Like in those American movies?”

“Yep. Our school had prom. And hairspray over there stood me up, not realising he’d done me the biggest favour he could possibly do.” She rolls her eyes. “I think my mother cared more about it than I did.”

“Speaking of…” Yoongi trails off when he spots her, raising his eyebrows at Miso in warning. Uncharacteristically, her eyes widen before she turns around to come face to face with Kang Sera, still looking radiant - and displeased. Unlike Seojun, however, she seems to register Yoongi’s presence.

"I hope you're enjoying yourself, Yoongi. May I speak with you a moment inside, Miso?" she asks, not waiting for either of them to respond before she stalks off inside the house.

Miso stares at her drink before sighing. “Right on cue. Probably a rich socialite friend she hasn’t paraded me in front of yet,” she mutters, before downing the last sip of her drink. “I’ll be back.” With that, she leaves Yoongi in the midst of the rich and powerful, following her mother back into the house.

It’s the last straw, as far as Yoongi is concerned. He wasn’t exaggerating when he said that coming here was possibly disproportionate to the favour he owed her, but now being abandoned here? It’s too much; in fact, it’s enough to make him want to leave right now, without saying goodbye to her, and reach the Honda dinner early. It’s most unlike him, but if he has to speak to one more cocky and privileged debutante with only a last name in place of a personality, he might throw something. 

I already have one in my studio every morning, he thinks savagely, finishing his diluted drink and deciding that he, at least, deserves another if he’s going to make it through the rest of this hideousness. But the moment he sees Miso again, he’s going to leave, he decides. 

It takes him a good five minutes to find his way back to the house, especially amidst the increasing crowd. He also gets the feeling that he’s starting to be recognised; he gets stopped by a pretty girl at the entrance of the house who starts off by saying “I don’t mean to bother you, but -”, after which she gets interrupted when Yoongi gets a fortuitously timed phone call.

“Sorry, but I have to -” He gestures to the phone and answers, turning away from her as she nods vigorously. It’s Hoseok, asking him when he’s planning to leave and Yoongi wishes, more than anything else, to be able to give him an answer.

“I’ll let you know in a bit,” he says vaguely, deciding that if he can’t find the girl that brought him here, he’s at least going to get another drink. There are far fewer people inside the house, mostly men and mostly grown ups, with a very different tone to the finery outside. While the gardens are light and airy with plastic smiles and forced small talk, the inside is louder and more boisterous and very male, and it’s the only environment Yoongi wants to be in even less than the party outside.

He sidles up to the bar and orders another light scotch before shuffling through the sides of the room, wanting to just be out of this place. It’s easy, for the men barely pay him any attention and Yoongi is fairly noiseless as he moves. As he slips out, though, he accidentally meets someone’s eyes. The man has three others around him, all of them talking loudly, while the fourth and the tallest, holds Yoongi’s gaze and tilts his chin up slightly in acknowledgment. 

His unreadable expression reminds Yoongi instantly of Miso; the last time he’d seen him, the older man had been at Hybe, welcomed appropriately as the investor he was. He’d stopped by to see his daughter at work, and an invite to a dinner had been presented to Yoongi, one he wishes now he’d declined but still knows, deep down, that Miso was right and there was no way he could have done so. Yoongi knows he’s locked eyes with Kang Jaesung, and an unexpected shiver goes down his spine.

Fortunately, he looks away then and Yoongi takes the opportunity to slip away fully, realising only belatedly that he’s nearing the kitchen for the second time today.

“... need to say that out loud, Miso!”

“She had no problem bringing up my upcoming nuptials, mother!” There’s a pause where Kang Sera scoffs and Miso makes a sound of impatience. “What nuptials?”

“Not too many people are used to a twenty-eight year old woman who brings a friend as a date, Miso.”

“Would you rather I came alone? The last time I did that, you almost had a heart attack and you told everyone my imaginary date’s car broke down.”

“Well, unfortunately, that is the only other option in your case, isn’t it?” Sera mutters, and there’s a sound of a glass clinking.

Yoongi winces internally, knowing this isn’t a conversation he should be overhearing. Unfortunately, the only other option that remains is to go into that lion’s den he just escaped, and he has absolutely no desire to do that.

“Still better than the losers you set me up with,” retorts Miso scathingly. “Remember Seojun? And - by the way, I can’t believe you invited him tonight.”

“They are some of our oldest friends, Miso. It’s called building relationships. You might want to learn a thing or two about that before it’s too late.”

“Can I, for one night, not speak to those people?”

“You certainly cannot. Introduce him to your date - I’m sure he’ll be very impressed by that.”

“I really doubt it. Mother, why have you called all these people from my high school? Fine, forget Seojun, but the rest of them! Most of them aren’t even family friends!”

“They were your friends, Miso.”

“No, they weren’t! They were my classmates, ten years ago. And believe me, they didn’t like me either.”

There’s a sound of a glass being placed on the kitchen island. “Fine, Miso. Tell me. Which friends of yours should I have called? Give me two names and I’ll concede to you.”

The silence that follows makes Yoongi want to melt through the floor. 

“Well, there you have it.”

“I would have been fine with no friends, mother. We don’t have to -”

“And what? Let all your aunts and uncles and cousins see that ten years at that private school led to nothing?” Sera sounds genuinely anxious now. “That you haven’t used your network at all, that you’re working as someone’s assistant while your cousin is a founder of his own company?”

“It’s assistant producer, mother. And, please, if you’re talking about Donghyun then I wouldn’t worry. An app to differentiate real precious stones from fakes doesn’t sound like it’ll take off, especially when his angel investor and actual CEO is his father while he’s banging his secretary in his office every day.”

Her mother exhales sharply. “When did you become so crude? It’s extremely unbecoming, Miso. I blame that Australian school.”

“Mother, I’m not asking anybody to inconvenience themselves. I’m just asking if I can avoid talking to the people I couldn’t even stand in high school, and who definitely weren’t my friends.”

“For god’s sake, Miso. I wish you weren’t making me say this but to have friends, you need to be friendly. Hopefully you’ll learn something about that today.”

“Mother -”

“We have guests to entertain, Miso. Please, for once, think about someone other than yourself.”

It takes Yoongi a moment to realise the conversation is over, and he scrambles to press himself against the wall so as to not be spotted by either of the women. But he needn’t bother, for he hears the sound of Kang Sera’s heels grow fainter and realises she’s exited the kitchen through the other way. He hears Miso swear softly inside and knows that they’d both rather be caught dead than acknowledge that Yoongi was in earshot of that argument. He’s just wondering if it’s worth going back into that testosterone-filled room when he hears Miso leave in the same direction as her mother, making no sound.

Yoongi needs to leave. He has a sponsor dinner to get to, and it always looks bad when the celebrities arrive late. It’s the reason Namjoon always starts herding them early, especially if they’re all in the dorm, and there’s no excuse for Yoongi to be late today. He needs to say goodbye to the host, however, so he follows Miso before entering an empty kitchen and realising he has no idea where she is.

Or maybe he does; he has a hunch, anyway. If there’s one thing they seem to have in common, it’s that neither of them can stomach this evening any longer. Since Yoongi doesn’t know much about Miso or her house, he goes to the only place he knows that won’t be swarming with guests.

“Not afraid of being caught?”

Miso looks up from the rusted bench she’s sitting on, right behind a pane of glass next to where they were smoking earlier today. The area looks smaller in the dark, nothing but the streetlights outside illuminating it. She looks slightly taken aback, and Yoongi wonders if he followed her too soon.

If she suspects he overheard anything, she doesn’t show it. “Haven’t in the last decade. Feeling pretty good about my chances.” She takes a short puff and blows smoke into the air, and Yoongi is suddenly transported to high school. Hesitating for a moment, he takes a seat to her right.

She says nothing for about a minute. “The best goddamn years of my life were when I left this place,” she mutters, before taking a longer drag. “Six years in college before I had no choice but to come back.” She offers him the blunt.

He’s a bit hesitant but takes it anyway, taking a drag and feeling the familiar smoky taste in his sinuses. “It’s a bit light,” he says after a moment.

“Haven’t got a new stash in a while. It’s mixed with tobacco.”

“No, it’s not bad.” Yoongi returns it. “So, your mother is…”

“Insane?” Miso chuckles without humour. “It’s really not fun being right all the time,” she murmurs.

Biting his lip, Yoongi blurts out something that’s been on his mind ever since he’d met her mother the first time.. “Why don’t you just leave?”

Miso exhales. “That’s easier said than done.”

Yoongi doesn’t push. Then -

“I’ll be at the studio at seven tomorrow, by the way. Does that work?”

“What?” Their conversation during their smoke feels like forever ago. “Oh, you don’t have to do that.”

“Why? I owe you.”

“I was kidding. I’ll manage.”

“Yoongi.” She drops the stub on the ground and crushes it with her shoe. “I would really like to be at the studio at seven am,” she states.

Yoongi considers this, realising she hasn’t called him Min Suga. “Okay, then.”

There’s a few more seconds of silence where Miso retrieves another joint from under the bench and rips off the tape, before lighting it and taking another drag. Blowing smoke into the air, she offers it to him.

He shakes his head, though. “Probably shouldn't have any more. I need to head out.”

“Got another party?”

“Dinner with the Honda team. Should be wild.”

“Alright. Need me to walk you out?”

“Nah, I’ll find my way.”

Miso nods. “Cool. Thanks for coming.”

He nods in return but doesn’t get up. “What’s your plan?”

“My plan?” She scoffs, and a flash of a smile appears on her face. “Probably to finish this joint and go back inside for the highlight of the night.” She sighs when she realises he’s waiting for an explanation. “There’s a thing where all the brothers go one by one and their families brag about their latest accomplishments. Since my dad’s the youngest, that leaves me for the end.” 

Yoongi winces. “Yikes.”

“Yep. Can’t wait to hear how I’ve disappointed the family this time.” She pauses and takes the blunt back from him. “I’m gonna hang on to this.”

“Do you want to come with me?” It’s unintentional and unexpected, but he waits anyway.

She chuckles dryly. “Three hours as my date wasn’t enough? You want more?”

He shrugs. “What can I say? Even bickering with you is better than socialising with a suit.”

Miso’s jaw hardens a bit. “I don’t need your pity.”

“Believe me, you’re the last person who’s ever going to get it,” he says honestly.

She’s silent for a moment. “Thanks. But my parents will freak out if I leave.”

“What can possibly be worse than listening to that stockbroker cousin of yours tell us about his wins at the stock market?”

“Not much.” She chuckles again, but this time it’s heavier. “You don’t know my father.”

It’s a sinister sort of silence that settles between them and Yoongi frowns, remembering once again that when Kang Jaesung had invited him to a family dinner, it hadn’t been the intimidating investor that Yoongi had been watching, but his daughter next to him. She’d looked like a whole different person when faced with her father, and Yoongi had said the only thing he could think of to make it stop. Admitting this to Miso is never going to happen, but he finds it’s hard to avoid the fact himself any longer.

“You know what?” he says after a moment. “The deal was for me to stay the whole evening. It’s only fair.”

She frowns, a bit incredulously. “What? No. Don’t you have someplace to be?”

“They’ll survive without me.”

“They probably won’t. And the last thing I need is BTS’s Suga to upstage me with his achievements as well, what with the Grammy and all.”

“We didn’t win the Grammy, actually,” he says listlessly.

“My family’s all about Korean pride. They hate the academy for not giving it to you.”

Yoongi pauses for a few seconds. “Are you sure?”

She nods. “More than ever.”

He should get up now. “Will you let me know if Jeonghoon ever makes it to the dentist?”

Miso chuckles unexpectedly, and Yoongi feels slightly less awkward. “Will do. Thanks for today, by the way.”

“I owed you,” he says simply.

“I know you did.”

He stands up and dusts himself off. “Can I have a last drag? For the road?”

She hands it to him. “For the road.”

“Thanks.” He pauses again. “How long will you be hiding out here?”

Miso shrugs. “Until I don’t have a choice but to unhide.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

She looks up at him, her face unreadable once again, a hint of amusement on it. “You really want to avoid your dinner, don’t you?”

He sighs. “I’m not good in social situations. I don’t enjoy them, at least.”

Her smirk widens. “Look at that. Something we have in common.”

“Stranger things have happened.”

She cracks a smile. “I’ll make sure to remember that the next time you tell me my instrumental arrangements are outdated.”

“And I may conveniently forget this ever happened.”

She nods thoughtfully, her gaze dropping to the ground before meeting his again. “Goodnight, Min Suga.”

“Good luck, Kang Miso.”

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