#you know when you need everyone around you to know you're right about something. and have to fight that urge.

[romantic-misty]

about this kind of posts... I finally have to say smth because I'm annoyed both ways:

(sorry OP, I don't wanna offend you - I wanna offend some sort of ppl)

you shouldn't tell people your (actually human's) basic needs, if you need to beg for bare minimum it's not your fault they don't show effort nor even ask anything because it doesn't cross their mind to do simplest things somehow, they're just egoistic non caring assholes and you repeating yourself won't help much

some ppl can't truly guess some stuff which means they also can not question you on the matter they have no idea about so sure! speak your mind - tell 'em what you like and hopefully they will understand and remember - nobody is a telepath and you should inform others about your thoughts from time to time instead of forcing them to always jump around you or else "they don't give a fuck about you" or smth as it's probably untrue

just because EVERYONE doesn't mean you also have to be like this - if someone is manipulating/forcing you to do things you don't wanna because it's "normal" - believe me, it's not and even if - you have a right to be "weird" so different

not everyone has to say YES forever to something, people have moods and change their mind, remember to explain or at least tell someone you aren't in the mood or changed your mind but also don't forget asking each other if someone is into smth at the current moment unless otherwise specified like "you always can hug me unless I tell you to stop" and such, mistakes and accidental crossing boundaries happen but most important thing are good intention and a lot of discussing, don't break someone's trust constantly proving it wasn't a one time thing

if you weren't assertive enough and someone took advantage of you - don't blame yourself for not saying NO (especially if they were constantly making you feel unsafe to actually stop them or brainwashed you into thinking you want this etc.) - they should check if you're fine with smth and not use the fact you froze and was unsure or didn't have time to set certain boundaries, topis should also continue after certain actions and you can go back to it anytime! no matter what others say - it's never too much for the right person <3

you doing something you hate or what even traumatises you to meet someone's needs because it's compromise... no, it's not - if you're not enough for someone doesn't mean smth is wrong with you - it's probably not a match and that is ok! you will be loved elsewhere by being yourself, if someone cares more about their needs than hurting you with them then they're not a good person (yes, it's mostly about sexual needs) - and no, cheating isn't a proof you didn't give them enough, they can always leave but they're cowards and want to have both :)

if you sh or have depression - don't assume no one gives a shit about you just because they don't question you when you say "I'm fine" - harsh truth - even tho I totally understand why you say that phrase still nobody has to do anything besides accepting it - they might feel like you don't wanna talk about it as it's either personal or you don't trust them enough and maybe just prefer to take your mind out of this as topic is triggering so they won't risk making you feel even worse, say the truth or tell them why you don't wanna talk about certain things because lying to people might make them truly believe you, they have their own issues too they can be occupied with, they can be simply tired and even feel hurt that you don't want to open up to them or show their respect in this way and let you have space - you don't know what's in their mind so if you assume smth about them then think how they feel when you decide to hide the truth from them - as I said, you still have reasons and maybe right to but it doesn't make them immediately evil for not doing more/what you want without you actually TELLING them, I know it's hard and scary and some don't even deserve to know but there are those who truly love you and will understand and will help/support you - you're not a burden! I am aware you don't wanna worry anyone but you can as it's part of being a friend/partner/family and if someone acts like an ass towards you by calling you an attention seeker - they are the problem, not you

silent treatment is manipulation and if you try to show you being offended by that instead of trying to talk things through first you are not good, sorry not sorry

balance is everything but ppl don't wanna meet half way EVER so...

your needs motherfucker do you speak them

[tastesousweet]

⭒ crush

| hamzahthefantastic x youtuber!reader au

summary: hamzah has a crush that is extremely obvious to everyone except you ... somehow?! (both written & smau!!!)

a/n: happy new years!!!!!!

— march 2024

hamzah is hungry beyond belief.

martin's already assured him both over facetime and text that he's on his way with their full course meal of chinese takeout— currently sat in the basket of martin's rented bike, jostling up and down with every bump of the toronto pavement without a doubt. yet his stomach is still throwing a tantrum, depraved of any nutrients while his brain repeats in a neanderthal-like manner "food. coming. soon." in hopes of reducing the pressure within his poor stomach.

he opens instagram, needing some sort of an escape, because naturally a little doom-scrolling will ease his (dramatic but still very real) pain. somehow, among the ridiculous animal reels and comedic twitch clips on his explore feed, he stumbles upon a reel from you. a girl with a different quality and charm to your face and character than anything he's seen in other content creators.

not only does your bubbly yet elegant voice keep him watching but the subject matter is rather fitting— you're cooking a homemade chicken pot pie for the first time. in the video you talk about how often your mother would prepare it growing up and now it's become a popular craving for you. hamzah watches intently as if he were ready to get up and make his own pot pie alongside you.

"hey! the hell are you smiling at?" martin's voice is breathy due to his trek to and from the chinese restaurant. he walks into the living room holding a crinkly plastic bag reading: "thank you! have a nice day!" with that big, yellow smiley face in between.

"huh? nothin'." hamzah dismisses and adjusts himself on the couch, "come on, 'm starving!" he reaches his hand out to take the food from martin before patting the seat next to him.

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— june 2024

"so when are you gonna come see us?"

it was a surprise to see hamzah follow you on instagram a few months ago. you'd heard his name thrown around in certain spaces of the internet but never really indulged in any of his content.

his instagram had the format of a shitposting ten-year-old but it only made you curious about the humorous twenty-something. eventually you'd watched a youtube video of his; completely laughing your ass off and finding your eyes chasing after hamzah whenever he was in even the tiniest of frames.

it was never a serious crush by any means, just a nice piece of secret eye-candy who also happened to have a great personality and an enviously good work ethic (the effort martin and hamzah put into their videos was astonishing to you).

so you were quite nervous to be the first to dm him, in hopes of a friendship or a least a quick exchange of "hey." it was only right — you two had been liking each other's poss and stories a consistent amount.

the mellow first exchange between the two of you in april blossomed into you both constantly talking in your free time; your friendship quickly to developed a flirty back-and-forth dynamic that sometimes borders on way more than platonic. eventually martin was added to your consistent facetime calls and you’ve even let them convince you to create a discord account to play minecraft and grand theft auto online with them.

and now you’re lying on your leather couch with both of their faces displayed in your laptop’s screen, eager to hear your response.

“i don’t know…” you play with a loose end of the sweater you’re wearing, “what would we even do?”

they both stay quiet for a moment before hamzah laughs, “why are you acting like you don’t wanna say yes right now?”

a smile slowly grows on your face “okay… gimme a second,” you begin to google flight information to and from toronto.

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— september 2024

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ynfan01 ohhhh this was so necessary thank u mother☺️!! • ♥︎ by author

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slushieeee333 y/n: slurping pasta , hamzah the whole time: 😊👀😍😊

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ynsnumberone THE FLIRTING WENT CRAZYYYYY

slushedyn her and hamzah are obsessed with each other i fear

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hamzahluver45 ok but like it’s so obvious that her trying to flirt was just irritating them the whole time !! Like girl ..💀💀

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freakzahfan that's one too many "o"s just say u wanna kiss her my boy

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“oh!” you accidentally trip over yourself while walking backwards and stumble into hamzah, who was standing in front of the unfamiliar grocery store, watching you prepare to give an intro. “jesus,” martin laughs under his breath from behind the camera. he lowers the camera, showing his feet but still picking up his voice in the mic, “you good?!”

the clip cuts to you stood upright again, "i'm in the six!!!" you exclaim loudly, raising your arms above your head. "and i'm here with slushy noobz to add to my series where other creators "teach me" their specialty. you tug at hamzah's arm and pull him into the frame with you, "hamzah tell them what you and martin are gonna teach me," you look up a him while still holding onto his arm. you interrupt him before he even begins to speak, "oh yeah! martin is also here by the way!" you point and martin flips the camera to himself. "they're just leaving me out it's fine, i know i'm out already, just vote just vote," he references with a sigh before turning it back to you and hamzah. "don't start! chase is on his way to come and film for us-" "listen! this is our plan-- we're gonna teach you how to mukbang; everyone knows we're very qualified in this field and know everything there is to know about the subject, so, uhh, yeah we're kinda experts. i dont know, would you say that, martin?" hamzah rambles. "yeah, i think that's a good way to describe us" "perfect! then you're teachin' me how to kiss next, right?" you ask. hamzah goes from looking at you attentively (hanging onto your every word) to a face deadpanned as he glances over to martin trying not to smile.

the video cuts to a clip with the three of you, finally, all in one shot now that chase is behind the camera. you pull a cart out from its slot and push yourself on it before standing both feet on top of the tiny foot bar, gliding through the automatic doors.

next, a clip of martin speaking to the camera while you and hamzah look through different pasta sauces together, "okay we didn't really explain this well but essentially we're all going to cook a nice dish and then eat it together in front of you guys. isn't that cute?" "yeah, can't wait for us to mukbang together" hamzah speaks. martin turns back to the camera with a smirk, "i bet you wish you were mukbanging with us huh, chase?" "no. and you just made that word up." martin's face falls.

the entire grocery shopping trip is filmed with little moments like hamzah mispronouncing a few brand names, martin talking to strangers about which pasta noodle to try, and you randomly walking off into estranged aisles "just to see if things are really different here"

now, you're all back at martin's home; you read aloud the recipe and hamzah is stood practically on top of you as he also looks down at the phone, all while martin lays ingredients out of the counter. "okay simple enough," hamzah says. "yeah, and you're still gonna make me do all of the work anyway," martin huffs sarcastically. you giggle a bit, "martin the most you'll have to do is boil water, i'll force him to do the rest." "huh???!! who??" hamzah questions, his smiley face “accidentally” leaning far too close to yours. "you, duh!" you laugh and turn away to look for a large pot.

throughout the cooking process you slowly stop helping; talking to mandy while you two eat chips and salsa while leaning on the counter or petting the pets instead of doing any of the tasks given to you from the self-proclaimed chefs.

"this is literally your video! what the hell y/n?!" martin whines when he finds you and mandy making a tiktok in his "man cave" together after you'd told them you were going to the bathroom, "seriously mandy?" all of the audio can be heard from the mics on your clothing. "where was she?" hamzah says monotonous as he scrolls on his phone. "making freaking tiktoks with mandy of course!" you giggle as you walk into the kitchen behind him, "what? the food is practically done, we're just waiting on garlic bread!" you shrug and hamzah immediately turns at the sound of your voice. "well, you gonna at least show us?" hamzah asks casually placing his hands on the counter around you, trapping you in the space between him and the marble surface. "yeah," you tilt your head so you can look at his face as you make fun of his not-so-friendly gesture, "you wanna keep breathing down my neck like that while i show you?" he laughs and moves away to cover up the embarrassment of being called out. "stop!" you laugh and bring him back into frame forcing him and martin to watch you and mandy dance on your phone screen.

the four of you sit on the carpet with plates full of chicken alfredo and pieces of garlic bread laid out on martin’s coffee table. you all talk about your experience in toronto so far, how you and hamzah first met, … et cetera.

martin attempts to teach you canadian slang: “keener is big here.” “actually? what the hell does that even mean?” “it’s kinda like a try hard— people will call you a keener if you’re doing too much, basically.” “wait tell me more!” “i mean things like buddy is way too common here. some random old guys will call me that and it always throws me off??” “yeah they always say it so demeaning,” hamzah laughs. “do you guys actually say ‘eh?’ all the time? i feel like i haven’t noticed it a lot.” you ask genuinely. “i won't lie.. i say it more often than i like to admit!” mandy says. you’ve noticed that no matter if you’re the one speaking or not hamzah’s eyes keep glancing and sometimes full on staring at you (he really doesn’t mean to but he thinks he’s finally processing that you’re actually here with them after months of wanting this) you're flattered nonetheless.

at some point hamzah and martin recreate a scene in lady and the tramp, successfully slurping at the same noodle until hamzah retreats and martin sighs at his lack of commiting to the bit. you laugh along before asking hamzah’s to share a noodle with you with a smile slapped over your face, “me next?” he fights off any blushing with a roll of his eyes and his response of, “yeah? ask me again in a sec.”

after you’ve all finished eating, you complete the video with a big smile and a promise of more collaborations in the future.

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[gyaruhana]

Can u please write wlw smut for my glorious queen se-mi player 380

Se-mi/Player 380 - hatefucking

Synopsis: You and Se-mi can't stand each other so what better way to deal with that issue then fight for dominance?

A/N: i did combine this with another request for hatesex bc they both were wuh luh wuh so.. hope you don't mind!!

Warnings: smut content, choking, degradation, slight fight for dominance, fingering, it's hatesex..

If there was one thing you avoided, it was arguments. You preferred to avoid making enemies because; what was the point? It was far better to make friends than enemies who’d plot your death on the daily. Friends would be there to make you happy and comfort you when you're sad. Enemies would just laugh at you and pull you further down into the depths of sadness. That's why you always opted for only making friends and allies.

The only exception to this little rule was her. Se-mi.

Se-mi had been getting on your nerves from the moment you had both spared a glance at each other. There was something about her that reeked of over-confidence and judgement. The way she would look at you with that smirk on her face as if she thought she was better than you. It pisses you the fuck off and all you wanted to do was punch her face in so she could never smirk or scoff at you again.

Whether it was for good or bad, Se-mi felt the same way. You were always so nice to everyone, even to those who didn't deserve kindness whatsoever. It pissed her off that you'd try to be friends with everyone. Were you naive or just plain stupid? Whatever it was, she didn't like it. You were so happy-go-lucky as if you weren't trapped in this hell hole where people are being killed left and right. She didn't trust you at all because you seemed like the type who'd willingly stab someone in the back sooner or later.

In short, the feeling of hate was mutual between you two and, everytime you were near each other, there was a silent tension of unspoken dislike. Neither of you had actually communicated your dislike through speech, it was all just glares from across the room and the purposeful avoidance of each other.

Today, you unfortunately didn't have the opportunity to avoid each other like you two usually opted to do.

It was the third game and it was called ‘Mingle’. It wasn't a difficult game as long as you weren't one to crack under the pressure of a short time limit. All you had to do was form a group of whatever number was called out and then run into a room with them. The first four rounds went well for you since you were friends with practically everyone here and could always find a group to join.

When the fifth round came, the number two was called and chaos broke out quite quickly as people realized not everyone will be fortunate enough to get a room. As chaos broke out and lights flashed, you found it rather difficult to see who was on their lonesome and needed a pair. Luckily for you, you managed to spot the tall silhouette of someone who was on their own so you ran towards them and grabbed a hold of their wrist, dragging them into one of the last free rooms. You quickly shut it behind you as you let out a relieved sigh - glad you managed to find someone before it was too late.  

When you turned around, you were met with the unimpressed face of Se-mi. You almost let out a groan of annoyance at the sight of her. Maybe you should go back out there and just get shot. At least then she'd die as well and you could rest peacefully knowing she'd never plague anyone with her ugly personality again. 

“I'm not happy to see you either,” she says as she folds her arms across her chest and leans against the wall behind her. You let out a scoff of annoyance as the doors finally locked indicating the timer was up. Considering you'd probably be trapped in this room for a while until they clear out the bodies, maybe now would be a good time to confront her about her behavior.

“What's your problem? You're always such an asshole to me,” you say as you step closer to her. Your words may have been slightly aggressive but you couldn't help it when she was around. She just naturally got on every nerve in your body. In response to your words, she pushes off the wall and uncrosses her arms to step closer to you.

“My problem? You're the one with the problem,” Se-mi spoke as she looked at you with annoyance. The audacity you had to call her a bitch as if you were any better. Seeing you like this made her believe all your kindness really was an act for your own personal gain. That only fueled her hatred for you.

“You're the one who's been glaring at me since day one. You're a total fucking dickhead with your arrogant attitude,” you speak as you point an accusatory finger in her face. You were sick of how she'd act and the way she'd judge everyone silently. She needed a wake up call or something so she'd stop standing on her high horse. After all, she glared at you first. What were you supposed to do? Let her treat you like that? Hell no. You might be all for making friends but that doesn't mean you'll back down when someone chooses to be your enemy.

Then suddenly, out of the blue - her hand wrapped around your throat and she pushed you onto the wall. “I'd watch your mouth when you speak to me,” she says with anger bubbling inside her. Calling her arrogant? Who did you think you were? Someone needed to put you in your place.

You were taken aback by the sudden violence before grabbing her wrist tightly and glaring at her. “Or what? What are you going to do about it? Kill me?” you spoke sarcastically. You didn't fear her at all or the hand around your throat. It's not like she'd kill you. She couldn't have the guts to murder someone. You knew her type. Assholes on the outside, total pussies on the inside. They all just made enemies with people they assumed were weak so they could act tough.

She was quiet for a moment as she thought about your words. She couldn't kill you, no. You wouldn't learn anything that way (and she might get in trouble for that). She'd have to take a different approach if she wanted to make you learn a lesson about your bitchy behavior and, thankfully, she knew just how to make someone learn a lesson. She smirked for a moment before nodding her head.

“I won't kill you, no. I'll teach you a lesson,” she spoke before suddenly pressing her lips to yours. Her hand stayed wrapped around your throat, lightly squeezing to serve as a warning. You didn't expect her to kiss you of all things. It left you frozen in shock. Her kiss wasn't gentle either. It was rough as if its purpose was to silence you. There was nothing loving about it and, strangely enough, you found yourself actually being turned on by it. You didn't have feelings for her, no. You hated her but you were stuck in a place like this with no guarantee of a tomorrow so maybe a little hatefuck wouldn't be a terrible idea.

“Fuck, you're a shitty kisser,” you speak when she pulls away. She lets out a bitter chuckle at your words and shakes her head. “Thought I told you to watch your mouth?” She said as her free hand trailed down to the waistband of your pants. Oh, Se-mi was going to make sure you submit and watch your attitude towards her from now on.  “You think I'll listen to you?” You respond snarkily. 

“Oh, you will,” she says, her hand making it to your underwear as she gently traces the fabric of it. She moves her hand beneath the fabric and gently feels your entrance. “You're wet. You're just a whore, huh?” she spoke with a mocking smirk. She found it amusing that you were turned on by something like this. 

You were about to make a quick comment in response when she quickly slid her index finger into you making you let out a moan. God, you didn't expect her to do that so suddenly. She was full of surprises today. You quickly recovered from the initial shock as you noticed the smug look on her face. It drove you insane. If she thought she was teaching you a lesson like this, you'd have to teach her one too.

“Don't think you're in control,” you speak before grabbing the back of her head and pressing your lips to hers. Se-mi would be lying if she said she wasn't a little taken aback by the sudden kiss. She had assumed you'd fold immediately but apparently you were much more of a challenge. She smirked into the kiss before pulling her finger out slowly and then teasingly thrusting it back in. You let out a muffled moan at the feeling as you bring your free hand to the hem of her shirt. You lift it up slightly before putting your hand underneath and slowly trailing it upwards. 

“Might want to try harder to please me. You do a poor job at fingering a girl,” you speak after breaking from the kiss. She shakes her head with the smirk not leaving her face as she starts to thrust her fingers in and out of you quicker. “Oh really? Your body says otherwise,” she says, her hand tightening around your throat once more to serve as a silent warning. 

“I'm not even close to getting to cum. Can't you do any better?” You say as your hand that had earlier slipped under her shirt pinched her nipple. She tensed for a moment as her breath hitched, making you laugh. “What? That sensitive?” You tease and she sends a glare at you. She could try to dominate you as much as she wants but you weren't one to submit so easily.

She suddenly presses her thumb to your clit and starts to rub it roughly. The sensation makes you lean your head back against the wall as you moan. “Seems like you're the sensitive one,” she says as she watches your reactions carefully. As much as you wouldn't ever admit it, she was actually quite good with her fingers. She knew exactly how to move them and get someone to cum quite quickly. 

“if we weren't stuck here, I'd show you how good I could really fuck you,” you speak with a smirk as you look back at her again. “sure you could,” she responds sarcastically as she continues to thrust her fingers at a quick pace. She could tell you were close now as she felt you clench around her fingers.

“You're close, huh?” she says, clearly mocking you. You laugh breathlessly as you shake your head and look to the side. God, she was still such a cocky bitch. You looked at her before pulling on her hair and glaring at her. “When I cum, I'll make you lick your fingers clean, yeah?” you speak and the smirk on her face seems to grow bigger. Fuck, she really didn't think you'd still be acting so dominant. It was actually turning her on more - getting to fight for dominance like this.

With a few more thrusts of her fingers you came undone with a quiet moan. She slowly pulls her fingers out of you and you don't waste a second to grab her hand and pull it out of your pants. “C’mon, suck,” you say as you bring her hand to her mouth, her fingers wet with your cum. She looks at you for a moment before slowly putting her fingers into her mouth and sucking them clean of your cum. She pulls them out of her mouth after a few seconds and, as if on cue, the door unlocked meaning the guards had finished cleaning.

You both looked at the door before looking at each other again. “If you make it out alive of this place, I'll have to fuck you on my dildo next time,” she speaks as she steps back from you. “Looking forward to it- seeing you embarrass yourself, i mean,” you respond before walking out without another word and leaving her alone in the room. She watched you walk out before scoffing.

“She better make it out alive,”

[sanguineterrain]

sanne, did i think i'd be thrown back into my criminal minds obsession in 2024? no but i fear you may have convinced me. anyway! going to the bau christmas party with spencer and getting caught under the mistletoe. morgan's cheering you on and everyone's staring so you settle things with a quick peck on the cheek and try and get through the rest of the party without thinking too hard about how nice that felt. the party's winding down and he's walking you out only the two of you get caught under the mistletoe again.

not really a request or anything, just a thought that won't let me go.

xoxo @sunnie-angel

it's past christmas but wtev this idea was too good 🙏💕 spencer x fem!reader

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"Hey," you say, gently bumping Spencer's shoulder. "Found you."

He looks up, confused. "I wasn't hiding."

"I know. Just needed a break, right?"

The great thing about Spencer is that you both understand the need to take a moment when you're overstimulated. And something you two have in common is that parties can overwhelm you.

"Yeah," he says, seemingly relieved that he doesn't have to defend himself. "Just needed a break."

"I can go if you'd like. I won't tell anyone you're camped out here."

He shakes his head. "No, that's alright. You're nice to be around. I don't, uh..." He's searching for the right words. You're sure he'll find them. Spencer always does. "I don't feel like I have to put on a show with you."

"You don't," you say. "The others would understand too, though."

He shrugs. You leave it at that.

Spencer's tucked himself in a chair in Rossi's giant den. In his lap is a book titled in German. You bend down to read the cover. He tilts it for you to see.

"Brüder Grimm," you say. "Of course you know German."

Spencer hums noncommittally, ever modest. "Not well. I've been trying to get better. Reading children's books is a good way to learn, actually. The simple verb tenses make for a decent first step."

You lean against the arm of the adjacent sofa. "Spencer, you astound me."

He smiles, bright and sweet. "Thanks."

Agh. That smile cuts right through you. When are you ever going to shake this crush?

"Eggnog?" you ask, nodding at his mug.

"Oh, no, this is cider. I'm not good with alcohol, and I've seen how much rum goes into Rossi's eggnog." Spencer presses his lips together. "I'm trying not to make any decisions I'll regret tonight."

You laugh. "A good choice."

"Yeah."

"Well, I can get you a refill," you say.

Spencer stands. You follow him.

"That's okay. I'll go with you. I wanted another one of JJ's brownies. Have you had them?"

"No, I haven't."

"You have to try one," he says seriously. "She used science to make them perfect. And they are perfect."

"Is that your professional opinion, Doctor?"

Spencer laughs quietly, his head ducking close to yours. It makes your heart thunder in your chest.

"If the CDC let me, I'd vouch for them on national news."

You're headed to the kitchen, side by side, when Derek suddenly turns the corner and knocks into Spencer, causing him to bump you. You reach out a hand to steady Spencer.

"Sorry," he says to you, before irritably turning to Derek. "Morgan, what—"

"Sorry, pretty boy," Derek says with a glittering grin, clearly tipsy. "Totally my fault. I spill anything on you?"

"Not this time," Spencer says, and there's clearly a story behind that.

Derek just laughs. "You disappeared on us." He looks at you. "But it seems like you found him."

"I was in the den reading," Spencer cuts in, effectively stopping that train of thought.

Derek almost seems disappointed. "Oh." Then his eyes drift behind you, and the gleam returns. "Oh-ho-ho, what have we here?"

He points above your heads, and there, taped to the wall sconce, is a sprig of mistletoe.

Your stomach swoops. Spencer looks at you, eyes wide. As if you have any more of an idea on how to handle this.

Derek, meanwhile, is slinking up to you both like a panther. "You know what that means."

You roll your eyes. "Grow up. Where does it say that kissing under the mistletoe is compulsory?"

"Ah, so you're chicken," he says. "Garcia!"

And there's Penelope, equally if not more tipsy, rounding the corner, followed by Emily. Penelope sees Spencer and waves, then blows a kiss at you.

"Hi, guys!" she says, a touch too loud.

"Sweetheart, you see that? Rules are rules, right?" Derek says, pointing at the mistletoe.

Penelope takes a second to understand, and then she lights up. "Oh, definitely! Slip her some tongue, Reid!"

"Garcia!" Spencer says, scandalized. He turns to you, ears pink. "I wouldn't—"

"I know," you say, equally mortified by what is happening. Are you that transparent?

"Come on," Emily says, goading, the traitor. She smiles at you knowingly. "Give him some sugar. He'll be a changed man."

You glare at her. "As I was saying, mistletoe means nothing. Spencer doesn't even celebrate Christmas."

"Religiously, no, but the origins of Christmas festivities aren't rooted in Christianity—"

"Doesn't matter! You're just making excuses. Reid's blushing, and you're fidgeting," Derek says happily. Jackass.

"I'm not blushing," Spencer says indignantly, and you're too panicked to check.

"Yeah, sure. C'mon, just do it, Reid. In the spirit of the season," Derek says.

"It's just a kiss!" Penelope says too loud.

Impulsively, you turn your head and lean in. Whatever, right? You can be adults and kiss the coworker who you have a ginormous crush on all in the name of a ridiculous holiday tradition. That's what adults do.

You're aiming for Spencer's cheek. But he must see you in his periphery and turn on instinct.

You miss.

Your audience cheers. You kiss Spencer's mouth for about three seconds before you realize your mistake and you reel back, apology on your lips.

"I'm so—"

"Alright, that's what I'm talking about!" Derek says, whooping. "My man!"

"My woman!" Penelope adds, giving you a thumbs up. Emily just smiles that smug smile.

You sigh exasperatedly. "Alright, show's over. Give it a rest."

Derek obeys, arrogant as hell. They all leave you be. You turn to Spencer again and pull him into the den, desperate to apologize away from prying ears. You're hot with embarrassment and the reality that four profilers just watched you kiss the man who you've been trying to hide your crush on for ages.

"Spencer, really, I'm so sorry. I meant to kiss your cheek."

He nods, pressing his lips together. "Yeah, I figured that about a second in. It's okay."

"Are you sure? If I made you uncomfortable..."

"You didn't. Honestly. There's no one else I'd rather be peer pressured into kissing under the mistletoe," he says matter-of-factly.

You laugh, relieved. Spencer smiles.

"Okay, fair enough," you say. "Thanks for being a good sport."

He shrugs. "Usually, that's the best way to stop Morgan's antics. Still want that brownie?"

"Yes," you say, both happy and not that Spencer's able to move past it so quickly. You follow him into the kitchen.

Because now you know. You know the shape of Spencer's lips and how they fit against your shape. You know and you can't forget.

The rest of the night, you're nervous. You try to put your head back into the party. The team starts a game of charades and you play, but you can't stop stealing looks at Spencer. He's never looking in your direction, though, and an icy feeling overtakes you, a chill you can't shake.

The party's winding down when ugly fate rears its head and you can't shut your dumb mouth.

Spencer's at the top of the stairs and you're two steps below him. He's gotten his coat from the bedroom and you're headed to get yours.

And there, on the banister, is a sprig of mistletoe.

You realize too late that Spencer must've seen it (Spencer sees everything) and chose not to mention it. You don't make the connection until after you speak.

"Suppose we're due for another kiss, huh?" you say, smiling.

Spencer glances at it with a pinch in his brow. "Oh. Um—"

"Sorry." You shake your head. "That was a—a stupid joke! Ha. Forget it."

You start to turn away, this giant house suddenly feeling too small. Spencer catches your wrist.

It's barely an obstacle. You could easily pull away. You don't. How can you?

"I don't want to kiss you under the mistletoe," Spencer says, and the words sink like a rock in your stomach. You've never known Spencer to be cruel. You can't believe he's trying to hurt you, even now.

"Yeah." You pull your wrist out of his grip. "O-okay. I got it, Spencer."

"No, wait!"

Spencer's hand goes to your arm this time, and why is he doing this? He bends slightly, too tall when he's two steps away.

"Can you come to the top of the stairs? Please? I don't want you to fall," he says.

You stay on the stairs, back to him. His hand is still on your arm. "You don't want to kiss me."

"I only want to kiss you if you want to kiss me," he says. "Not because of a silly holiday ritual."

You look at Spencer. He gives you that sweet, cow-eyed look, nervous and pleading at once.

You take his hand and walk up the stairs, leading him away. You go down the dim hallway, where there's no mistletoe, no eggnog, nothing to blame. It's just you and Spencer and something you both want.

"Okay?" you ask, afraid he might still run. It's hard to turn back from a kiss you want.

Spencer locks your fingers with his, holds your cheek, and kisses you for more than three seconds.

[koolades-world]

being sick sucked. the only good part about being sick in the devildom was not being able to infect anyone other than solomon, and the extended breaks you got after you came down with something.

one of the many privileges you were given was full control the the tv in the living room. you'd been sick a couple times while in the devildom at this point, so the brothers had already had their major freakouts over minor things. you were in the ideal stage of being sick right now: the brothers were still unsure enough to know if you were exaggerating your symptoms (to get what you wanted, of course!) but sure enough to know you're not about to keel over and die.

it was a saturday, and everyone was home. you didn't go to rad the past few days because you came down with something solomon had contracted while off in the depths of the devildom. nobody really knew what it was, but the most notable symptom was that your sweat now sparkled. it was only a little alarming to lucifer and barbatos, but since they couldn't figure out what the hell solomon had given you, they deemed rest to be the most appropriate solution. however, to you, this was the only sign you needed to put on the twilight saga.

at first, only asmo seemed interested in actually watching it with you. he'd somehow never seen it, so you quickly put it on. asmo was bundled in one of the many blankets that surrounded you at all times, while you sat in the middle of the nest, sweating- half because you were constantly overheating, and half because you were watching twilight.

mammon passed by the living room several times while completing tasks around the house, and made comments about the movie every single time. it was "this movie is stupid" and "yer seriously still watchin' this?" at first. then, it morphed into him lingering just behind the couch you were seated on, holding something he was in the middle of polishing. when you'd turn back to look at him, he'd pretend he wasn't paying attention whatsoever. when you finally invited him to join after catching him staring for the fifth time, and patted the seat besides you, he objected quickly, claiming "ya can keep yer vampire slop."

he returned in five minutes.

when beel got home from his workout, he tried to join you right away. asmo made him go take a shower first, which you felt hypocritical agreeing with. your oddly sparkly sweat stained whatever fabric it came into contact with. once the sweat evaporated, the sparkles were the only thing left behind.

once jasper came onto screen, mammon made a comment about his stare reminded him of lucifer's. you and asmo burst out laughing harder than you'd laughed in a long time. unfortunately for mammon, lucifer happened to be walking by at that very moment. you managed to talk lucifer out of punishing mammon when you claimed he was helping you out as your emotional support demon. sweating sparkles for an unknown reason was stressful work, after all.

satan walked by with a thick book, and promptly paused once he saw what you were watching. he'd read, and loved the books. he shoved mammon aside to sit next to you, so the two of you could excitedly chatter about the movie and book differences.

once the part where edward sparkled in the middle of the forest came on screen, you dramatically reenacted it in the middle of your living room, while getting beel to hold a flashlight over your head. you had the entire living room doubled over laughing, making the exertion worth it. the only one sensible to ask you to sit back down was lucifer, who had decided to watch the movie by standing at the back of the room, and denying that he even was. and upon seeing the baseball scene, all the brothers present (minus lucifer) wanted to do that immediately.

oh boy, what had you started?

[psychoticallykind]

Chili

"Setback" - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 787 words

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Regulus took a deep breath. It would be fine. He'd be fine. James would be fine with this.

Maybe.

"Are you going to call him?"

Regulus shot a look at Remus. "Yes. Obviously I'm going to call him."

There was a minute of silence between them. Remus shifted. "Before he comes home, or...?"

"You can call him," Regulus offered, his tone sickly sweet. "If you're so eager."

"I'm not the one who poisoned the chili," Remus replied. He shrugged. "That was all you, Reg."

"I thought the lid was on!" Regulus argued. He sighed, giving the large pot of chili a long look. "Maybe it'll be fine."

Remus's eyebrows shot up. "I'm not eating that, and neither is Sirius."

"He will if you don't tell him."

Remus gave him an unimpressed look. "And you're seriously willing to poison James if it means you don't have to admit you screwed up?"

"Maybe," Regulus lied.

Remus rolled his eyes. "Right. You need to call him before he gets home, or he won't be able to help make new plans."

"Maybe we can just make the plans and surprise him," Regulus tried.

"Regulus."

Regulus didn't look at Remus's expression. He didn't need to. "Yeah, I know. I'm doing it, I'm doing it."

He held his breath as the phone rang, hoping for the first time in their relationship that James wouldn't pick up.

"Hello, love. Is everything okay?"

Regulus forced a smile. "Of course, Jamie. How's your day going?"

Remus snorted. Regulus stuck his tongue out, leaving the kitchen and heading into the bedroom.

"It's alright. How's yours? Did Remus end up coming over?"

"Uh, yeah, he did," Regulus replied. He took a deep breath. "Jamie?"

"Yes?"

"I sort of did something," he admitted. "Uh, something not great."

"Okay?" James said. "Reg, love, you're going to have to be a little more specific here."

Regulus nodded. Please don't be mad. "You know how everyone is coming over for dinner?"

A slight pause. "Yes?"

"And...you know how you spent an insanely long time last night making the chili everyone likes, and you left it in the pot today to cook?"

"Yes?"

"Right," Regulus nodded. "So. Um. About the chili, see." He searched for the words, not quite willing to say, 'I poisoned it'.

"Did you forget to stir it?" James asked. "Because that's fine, Reg, it'll still be good."

"Uh, no," Regulus denied. "Not that. I mean, I stirred it."

"Okay." James waited a few seconds, but when Regulus couldn't bring himself to say it, he continued. "Reg, love. What happened to the chili?"

Regulus closed his eyes. "There was a spider?"

"In the chili?"

"No! On the counter," Regulus explained. "And I - I sprayed it. With the poison spray. As it ran." He cleared his throat. "Uh, as it ran around the general area of the chili that I sort of left the lid off of when I stirred it. So a lot of the spider-poison went in the chili. I - Jamie, I poisoned dinner."

"You...poisoned dinner?"

Regulus nodded, heart pounding. "Please don't yell at me."

"What?" James sounded confused. "Regulus, I'm not going to yell at you. Are you okay?"

"You're not mad?" Regulus checked. "James, I ruined dinner."

"I can pick something up, it'll be fine," James replied. "This is just a setback, yeah? A change of plans."

"But - but I -"

"You killed a spider. Some of the spray got in the chili. It was an accident, love, they happen sometimes."

Regulus nodded, blowing out a long breath. "You're not mad."

"I'm not mad," James confirmed. "It's okay."

"I really didn't mean to," Regulus told him. "I promise. I didn't - I should have put the lid on, and I know you asked me not to use the spray in the kitchen and I should have listened, I'm sorry -"

"Regulus," James interrupted. "It's okay. The chili doesn't matter, we can order something else. I know it was an accident. I'm not upset. It's okay."

Regulus nodded again, blinking back tears. "You're sure?"

"I promise, love," James reassured him. "I'm about five minutes away. I'll come in and we can order something, yeah? Anything you want."

"Okay." Regulus sat down on the bed, taking a deep breath. James wasn't mad. It was okay. "I love you."

"I love you, Regulus. I'll see you in just a few minutes, okay?"

"Okay."

Regulus said goodbye before hanging up, falling back against the duvet.

He was okay. Accidents happened, and James wasn't mad. James still loved him. It was hard to remember that, sometimes. That James would still love him.

It was hard, and sometimes he forgot. But Regulus was learning.

Day by day, he was learning what it meant to be loved.

[sccrim]

JEALOUSLY PART 2. !

warnings : ( teasing )

part two of jealously w a little bit of rafe teasing you c: ! also shout out to @angzls cus they wanted a part 2 c;

you couldn't say you were over rafe but since he was involved with sofia, you had to try to accept it. yeah of course jealously hit you still after always seeing them together but what can you do. oh wait, you can make him jealous. you knew rafe couldn't control himself everytime he seen you with some random guy at that.

"isn't rafe gonna start something?"

"isn't that the point she's trying to make?"

"i just need someone good looking, or like someone he hates."

"jj!" you and the girls said that the same time. you cheered in excitement. "will jj agree though?" you bit the inside of ur cheek. "he owes me one so he has to." you unlocked your phone and texted jj making sure the plan was in motion.

"what am i doing again?" jj questioned as you guys pulled up to the house party. "just grab me or hold me. even kiss me if it makes him that mad." you fixed your hair. jj was kinda excited to see rafes expressions. "is this what rich feels like?" you laughed at the comment. "you literally live with me. you know what rich feels like."

"okay ready?"

jj held your waist, walking inside with you. many whispers and looks coming from everywhere. you still smiled and held your head up high. you knew if everyone was talking about it, rafe would be in flames.

"did you see them come in together?" ruthie looking around for you guys again. "who?" sofia looking around as well. "y/n and jj." rafes head snapped. "since when?" topper questioning. "i don't know. everyone is saying right now."

rafe spots you from across the room. he knew you were bound to come but he didn't know you would bring someone. especially jj. "at least she's having fun." sofia smiling. poor sofia, having no idea why you even came to this party.

"kiss me." you sensed rafe staring, this was the plan now. jj grabbing your body towards him and you leaned in, wrapping your arms around him. "is he still looking?"

rafes eyes went from normal to low and angry. "you okay?" sofia asked him. "yeah, i'll be right back." he chugged the rest of his beer and walked off. "stay here, he is gonna follow me right now." jj nodding and you walking off. this was your other plan, you just didn't know how it would play out.

"out now." rafe snapped his fingers to the people who were in the bathroom. "in here now." you smiled, following his directions. "jj now? really." rafe leaned against the sink. "problem?" you snapped. "fucking jj?"

"aren't you with sofia? isn't that her name?"

"don't play fucking dumb y/n."

"i'm not."

"you know what youre doing."

"it's working though isn't it." you slightly laughed.

"you better be done with him by tonight." he demanded. also just like you, he never asked— he would tell you to do so. "and if i don't?" you kissed your teeth. "don't fuck with me." he paused. "you know damn well what i would do." you walked closer to him. "this is the rafe i know. i wonder if sofia knows about him, hm?." you lifted up his chin.

rafe swatting your hand, grabbing you and putting you on the counter sink. "what do you want from me y/n. we both know we are toxic for each other. yet, you keep coming back. why is that? hm? do you miss me? do you miss me in you?" you stayed quiet.

"why quiet now? so it is that? you miss me?" he smirked putting his hand under your dress. you couldn't lie, you did miss him. you missed everything about him. but he was also right, the toxicity was eating you guys up. "tell me y/n— im waiting." he looked into your eyes. his hands leading up to your silk underwear.

"rafe." you whispered. this wasn't the plan you were going for but you didn't mind it. "hm?" he moved your underwear to the side. circling around your clit. "tell me, you want me." fuck y/n, what happened to sticking to the plan. "i'm waiting princess."

"you're done with jj, tonight. if i catch you with someone else or him again i swear your life and theirs will never be the same. trust me princess, you'll be begging for your normal life before me." rafe left the bathroom causing you to jump off the counter fixing yourself. your plan was literally fucked from the moment you walked in the party with jj but hey, at least you found out he still gets jealous.

 sccrim — all rights reserved. please do not modify, repost , translate , or plagiarise my content.

[littlxpxtal]

Thunder

TYRANTS || STORY MASTERLIST

PAIRING: rafe cameron x fem!reader

WARNINGS: MDNI 18+ Content, swearing, sexual content, drug and alcohol use, violence

WORD COUNT: 2.9K

You act like fucking Mr. Brightside when you're with all your friends

But I know what you're like when the party ends

March

My eyes fluttered open, brightness blinding them. When I realized it was morning I shot straight up, frantically looking around. I wasn’t in my room. I was in Rafe’s room. He was nowhere to be seen, but I could hear rumbling in the bathroom.

I look around for my phone, finding it plugged in on the bed stand next to a cup of water and a bottle of aspirin. I unlock my phone to see a text from the group chat with Kie, Cleo and Sarah.

Need to regroup ASAP. Text when you’re awake and we’ll meet at the cafe.

Im up!

I start to type before Rafe walks out, with a towel wrapped around his waist. Drops of water line his shoulders, and his hair was damp, the ends dripping onto the floor.

“Morning princess” he says with a smirk, walking over to his dresser.

“Why am I here rafe. What s going on?” I ask, suspicion raising from my voice. The questions lingered in the air for a few moments before he grabbed something from the top drawer and shut it.

”You practically collapsed on the beach. And your stupid fucking friends were too preoccupied with John B and JJ to help you, so I made sure I took care of you.”

“Was I really that bad?” I mumble, looking down at my phone and opening my camera roll to see silly selfies of me with all my friends. No evidence of what the night ended up as.

“I could tell you were out of it as soon as you walked into the room upstairs.” He stated plainly.

”you were fucked up too.” I quip back. He cocks an eyebrow and turns to open his closet.

”Didnt say I wasn’t. Just said I took care of you. Your welcome by the way.” He returns back from his closet with a shirt and jeans.

“Tell me what happened with the gun.” I asked, watching him intently as he changed infront of me.

“Look JJ brought the fucking gun, was pointing it at people and starting shooting at the damn sky. No one got hurt but that motherfucker is going to get locked up.” I close my eyes and hold my breath. I didnt even ask how JJ got that gun. And the thought of him getting put away like his dad made me want to vomit.

“Everyone’s okay though right?” I whisper. Rafe shakes his head and buttons up his top.

”That was a declaration of war, Y/N. That means you need to choose a fucking side, alright? The pogues, or your own damn people.” His voice was raising as he stepped closer to me. I curled up into a ball, looking up at him fearfully.

“I’m not choosing.” I say back.

”Then get the fuck out.” He growls. I scramble to my feet off his bed, and look around for my shoes and purse. Once I locate them across the room, I walk out without saying goodbye. I walk over to Sarah’s room, but its empty. Looks like she chose.

I grab my phone and finish texting the group back.

im up and on my way.

When I get to the cafe, I get a flash of Deja vu from last summer, when we all recapped. Again, the topic of conversation was going to be JJ.

I greet the girls and sit down, my body slightly trembling from the awful hangover looming in my head.

”JJs gone MIA” Kie finally breaks the silence.

”Probably for the best. Everyone on this damn island is talking about what happened last night.” Sarah states, swirling her straw in the cup of iced coffee she had barely sipped on.

“We need to find him and help him!” Kie says, tears forming in her eyes. I reach out and touch her shoulder and she flinches back.

”And where the hell did you run off to?” She hisses, leaning away from me.

”I-I blacked out and the next thing I know I was in Rafe’s room.” Kie rolls her eyes and huffs.

“How the hell did you end up there?”

”He said I practically passed out and everyone else was preoccupied with John B and JJ so he just took me with him.”

”So he stole you” Cleo finally chimes in.

”He was just making sure I was okay.”I whisper, my head hanging low, hands fiddling in my lap.

”Look, were glad your safe, but you know what this means right?” Sarah asks me.

”Im aware. Rafe made it pretty clear, and he didnt like my answer.”

the girls all whipped their heads at me.

“Im not letting this stupid shit make the whole kook vs pogue thing blow up again. It’s stupid and dumb. Im not saying JJ was right to point a damn gun at people but someone was drowning John B. No one was in the right.” I state firmly, finally looking up.

“It was Noah. He was the one drowning him.” Sarah says with a Frown.

“When the hell did Noah get involved in that fight?” I gasp.

”He must’ve been watching topper and rafe fighting with them and he just shoved them aside when john b fell and held him down. I don’t even think JJ knows what he did to you. If he did, he would’ve shot him.” Says Cleo.

”Does anyone know who was holding me back?” I ask. My memory was still foggy.

”Who do you think?” Sarah rolls her eyes and takes a sip of her drink.

”you were giving him a real run for his money I’l tell you that.” Cleo laughs and nudges my shoulder.

“It was weird, seeing him so willing to stay out of the fight to keep you safe. I’’ve never seen him do that. Like ever. And as soon as the gun started going off, you were gone.” Sarah whispers.

I looked back down and sighed.

“What do the boys say about JJ?” I ask.

Kie puts her head in her hands.

“They think he took his dads boat and is just cruising around the island. They went out this morning to go find him but we haven’t heard anything yet.”

“Where the fuck did he get a gun?” I asked the question I’ve been holding in all morning. The girls exchange a look and there’s a few moments of silence. I feel myself getting agitated, and ask again.

”Where the fuck did JJ get a gun.” I hiss.

”Look… there’s a little .. project we’ve been working on. We haven’t brought it up because . Of implications.” Kie starts. I adjust myself in my chair and lean in.

”We’re hunting for the Royal Merchant.”

I let out a laugh and look around at the other girls. Their faces are plain and still.

”You’re not … you’re not serious are you? You’re treasure hunting? Like Big John?”

All three of them nod their head.A few moments of silence pass as I try to process this.

”Okay so, you got a gun to find the treasure?”

“Well, the boys stumbled upon it as we’ve been looking for clues and hints and stuff. We’re not the only people looking for it,”

”I cant believe you guys wouldn’t tell me about this.” I exclaim, feeling extremely excluded.

”Y/N, please don’t be upset.” Kie says, reaching over to touch me. I flinch back and stand up.

”Look I gotta get home. But,” I sigh and look at each of them.

”If you need anything, you can always call me. I want to help JJ, “ the girls nod their heads and stand up to hug me

”what do you have going on next week?” Cleo asks.

“It’s Kook spring break. Im staying home though, I was hoping to visit my sister at her college or something for a few days.”

”We think we know where some of the gold is located, but we’re working on getting the right gear. We’ll let you know what the plan is okay?” I nod my head and walk out of the cafe. When I check my phone there’s 10 missed calls from each of my parents, and at least 20 texts asking me where I am. Im so fucked.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

”Where the hell have you BEEN.” My mother shouts at me as I walk in the front door.

”I was with Sabrina.”

”Bullshit.’ My dad shoots back, standing up from the couch.

”We’re you there last night, with those , Pogues.” My mom spits out the last word like its poison.

“It was a kook and pogue party, and I wasn’t there for whatever fight happened, we left before then.”

”You know we were worried sick about you?” My dad says walking over to me. I brushpast him towards my room.

”I get it aright. You hate the pogues, im grounded, still cant see them if even though I HAVENT in almost a YEAR.”

”This is exactly what we were warning you about. JJ shot off a GUN!” My mother shrieks. “They have a manhunt out there for him right now,”

”There’s worse things happening on this island than that right now. Did they even tell you guys why he did that? Someone was drowning john B. A kook was going to kill him, it was self defense.”

My dad scoffs and my mom crosses her arms across her chest.

“What has gotten into you, Y/N?” I look around to see their bags packed and by the front door. I remember that they were going on a trip for spring break with my younger sister and her friend. I was invited, but I declined, hoping that I could join Sabrina on her trip, but she decided to go on her own family trip last minute, so I would just be staying on figure 8 for the week. Honestly at this point, its what I would’ve preferred anyways, especially knowing whats going on with the pogues, I need to be able to go down there without being tracked by al the narc ass kooks.

”Nothing.” I mumble. “Im going to my room. Have a good time on your trip I’ll see you guys when you get back.”

At this point I didn’t care, I didn’t want to hear or see them anymore. I cant wait to graduate and get off this damn island just Like my sister did.

I wake up from my nap around 7pm and the house as empty. After heating up some noodles I sat on the couch and watched trash tv. Around 8:30 my phone started ringing.

Incoming Call: Rafe Cameron

I rolled my eyes and clicked decline, going back to my show. A minute passes and my phone starts ringing again.

Incoming Call: Rafe Cameron

I sigh, and click answer this time.

”What do you want Cameron?”

”You left some stuff at my place, and im leaving tomorrow. Can I stop by and drop it off?”

”fine.”

”alright well im here so open the door.”

I whip my head to the front door, and again, just like last time, the porch light is on.

I open the door and he walks in with a tote bag that has a few things clinging around in the bottom.

”Uh, here” he says passing the bag to me.

“Thanks.” I peak in to see its some random stuff that must’ve fell out of my purse, a sock and my jewelry.

“Im, uh sorry about this morning. I didn’t mean for you to storm off that like, Im just pissed because I know it’s only going to get worse.” He says, scratching the back of his head. I shut the front door and walk over to the couch, pressing pause on my show.

“You know better than to talk to me like that, rafe.” I say sternly crossing my arms. He stands awkwardly and shifts around, fumbling with his keys.

“Mind if I sit?”

I nod my head nad he strides over, taking a seat a few feet away from me. I bring my knees up o my chest and turn to him.

“Do you know where he is?” He asks, a plain look across his face.

“What, are you a cop or something” I shoot back. His face twitches and he cracks his knuckles.

“It’s just a question.”

”No I don’t. “ he nods his head and looks around.

”Anyone home?”

I shake my head.

”they left for spring break.”

”oh” he says softly. ”I am really sorry” he says again, turning his body more to face mine.

”I heard you were the one holding me back last night. You probably saved me from getting hurt.”

”Noah was on a fucking rampage. Im honestly kind of sad JJ didnt shoot him. Dickhead deserves it. and I couldn’t stand to see you get hurt.”

”You still got involved in the fight at first though.” I recount. He lowers his head.

”It was Top, Y/N. I couldn’t let him be outnumbered like that.”

I sigh and slowly nod my head. Although I didn’t agree, I understood his need to protect his friend. I would’ve done the same.

“So, do you forgive me?” He asks, scooting closer on the couch and resting his hand on my knee.

I look up at him and feel my heart rate quicken, I open my mouth to say something but shut it when he brings his face up to mine.

”If you don’t, I think I can find a few ways to make it up to you.” He smirks, trailing his fingers up and down my thighs.

“I’d like to see you try” I can feel his breath against my neck as he cranes his neck to get closer to my ear.

“I can make that happen.”

He pressed his lips against my neck, holing got me there for a few moments. A sigh escaped my lips, I needed him desperately.

”Im” kiss. “So” kiss. “Sorry” suck. Another sigh escapes my lips and I close my eyes, rolling my head to the side for him to keep going. Although I know no one is coming home, it worried me that we were doing this upstairs. As if he could read my mind, his arms slid under me, lifting me up in the air, pressing himself between my legs. I wrap them around his waist and bring my hands up to his face, pulling him in for a kiss.

As he leads us to the basement, I realize we left my phone on the coffee table.

“Rafe can we go back to get my phone” I mumble against his mouth.

He turns us back around and leans over to grab the phone. I start sucking on his neck and running my fingers through your hair.

“You got a text.” He says plainly. I shush him against his neck and continue to suck.

“It’s from JJ. He needs you to help him.” My head jerks up and I stare at him.

”What are you talking about.” I reach over to grab my phone from his hand and he jerks back, letting me slide down and off his body.

“Says he needs you.” Rafe looked angrier than I had seen him ever be towards me.

“You said you didnt know where he was.” He grumbled, walking over to grab his shoes.

“I don’t, II don’t I swear, where - WHERE are you going.” My voice starts to raise and I start after him. He throws my phone across the room onto the couch then holds his hand up.

“I know how you are when it comes to them. They’re always going to come first. You’re a bad liar, you know that right?”

I watch my phone get tossed and snap my head back, walking slowly towards him.

”what the actual fuck are you going on about right now, you are just assuming im lying about shit you know NOTHING about.” I throw my hands up in the air and a lump in my throat forms.

“Im fucking done” he whispers, reaching for the front door.

“STOP, DONT” I pleaded with him, running towards the door.

“Look I got an early flight in the morning and I don’t need to be dealing with your shit right now. I don’t know what the fuck you think you’re doing if you get involved with him, but you’re an idiot if you help him.”

”Rafe stop” He turns back at me one last time. “I don’t know where he is.”

”Even if you don’t, he still thinks he can go to you for help. And that’s a fucking problem.”

I stand there frozen as he walks out of the door.

It feels like the entire world stopped spinning, I wasn’t even sure if I was still breathing. I could hear his truck start up in the driveway, the lights beaming through the curtains.

Time stood still for what seemed like an eternity until the living room went dark again. I finally walked back over to the couch and grabbed my phone. I ad a missed cal from JJ. I clicked the notification. The phone rang once and then was picked up.

“Y/N, You need to come here now.”

”Are you where I think you are?” I whisper into the phone.

“Yes.”

”Im on my way, do you need anything?”

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[neiptune]

santa, boy, you're the worst

cw: 3k wc, female reader, suggestive if you squint, oliver aiku is the most infuriating idiot you know and this holiday season you unfortunately discover he just so happens to also be maddeningly soft and generous at the community centre where he volunteers as santa for children in low-income families

“Here, this is where you can get changed”, Chiyo smiles kindly as she guides you into a small room filled with dusty boxes and christmas decorations, “thank you so much for doing this, we really needed some help this year”.

“Don’t mention it, I was really hoping you’d find a spot for me”, you take off your backpack and place it on an old table, “are you absolutely sure I’m going to be fine? Eiko said I just needed a costume but I’ve never-”

“Absolutely”, she vaguely gestures with one hand, “just follow Santa’s lead. He’s the one who’s good with kids”.

“I’ll just put this on, then”, you jut your bottom lip out, still not entirely convinced. She smiles again.

“I’ll leave you to it. We’ll be in the main hall!”.

They made a new elf costume just for you. Despite Eiko having a dreadful cold being a big bummer, you’re happy a few coincidences aligned to finally allow you to make something meaningful of the time you’d usually spend home, moping underneath a billion blankets.

There are no mirrors in the room, therefore you can only hope the costume looks good enough. You feel a bit ridiculous but, apparently, the hat is mandatory.

You leave your phone in your backpack and take out all the plastic bags filled with food instead: when you called her to inquire about what you could bring, Chiyo explained that they were all set with gifts but could’ve used some additions to the buffet. You brought all the alternatives for the kids whose gluten intolerance makes it hard to enjoy yummy snacks: carrot cake, peanut butter cookies, brownies, pizza, so many quiches. The previous day was spent cooking and baking but you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

The main hall is filled with colorful christmas decorations and a table so long, filled with so much food. Chiyo spots you right away and rushes to help you carry all the bags.

“I got this, you can go help Oliver”, she efficiently starts pulling out the containers and you’re flabbergasted for a second.

“Who?”

“Santa! They already started, go, go!”, she indicates the other end of the hall, where a guy in a Santa costume sits on a chair and all around him there’s a numerous group of children on the floor, fawning over him. A giant bag filled with what you can only guess are gifts, is placed at safe distance from pouty lips and grabby hands.

You make your way to them with a big smile, only slightly tense at the corners because you only know one guy with that name but what are the chances? He’s the most insufferable person you’ve ever met. A constant flirt with anything that moves, way too confident for his own good, so unfairly attractive and quick witted. What would he even be doing here, so close to the holidays? No, it must be another Oliver.

The way Santa spots you and instantly opens his arms, warm and welcoming, tells you otherwise. Fuck. You’re now close enough to recognize eyes no one in their right mind would be able to ever forget.

“If it isn’t my favorite helper!”, his tone is jovial and deep, a perfect representation of a jolly Santa. Suddenly, so many little heads whip around to look at you.

“Hello!”, you excitedly wave, “nice to meet you, everyone!”.

“She’s not the elf from last year”, as you position yourself right behind Oliver’s chair and next to the gifts you’ll later help him distribute, a little boy furrows his brows with a slight pout. Before you can come up with something to say, Santa ho-ho-hos his way into the conversation.

“That’s exactly right, Kenji. She’s my side piece”.

You choke on your own spit. A little girl politely raises her hand and Oliver grants her permission to ask her question.

“What’s a side piece, Oli?”.

Oh, god. This is so much worse than what you could’ve anticipated.

Once more, he doesn’t allow you to reply and the grin underneath his fake beard is nothing short of infuriating.

“It’s an elf who helps when my other helpers are too busy”.

“So she’s your side elf? Is she as nice as the other?”.

He shifts in his seat and you quietly sigh, still smiling awkwardly to the children curiously checking you out, prepared for another jab.

“She’s the best”, Oliver turns to look at you with a small wink, drinking in the surprise written all over your features, “why don’t you introduce yourself, side elf? My kids are great, they’re gonna love you”.

There’s really no time to ponder over the words, how sweet they sounded. He’s only been with them for what, a few hours, and is already so protective of them? If he’s faking it, he really is one hell of an actor.

You attention soon shifts to the little, curious faces staring back at you and the thought of Oliver is pushed to the back of your mind. You’re there to make the afternoon special for those kids and you’ll give it your all, whatever it takes.

He ends up being right, they are great. So intelligent, affectionate and welcoming. You introduce yourself and it only takes a few minutes for them to accept your presence completely. There’s an odd sense of familiarity in the way they climb onto Oliver’s lap one by one, sometimes wrap their arms around his neck. They play with his silver beard as they answer questions about what they asked for christmas and he leans down to whisper secrets to their ear from time to time, to either make them laugh or put them at ease.

Some of the younger children grow restless after a while and you patiently placate small quarrels, pick up kid after kid while they wait for their turn and jokingly twirl until they’re giggling against your shoulder, the fabric of your costume squeezed by little fingers.

“Does Oli really work for Santa?”, Riko asks. She’s been in your arms for a while now and you balance her better against your chest with one arm, your other hand wrapped around Kenji’s.

“He does. We’re both in direct contact with him”, you smile.

“Do you ever go to his workshop?”.

“Sometimes we have to, yeah. Santa always gives us so many cookies and big glasses filled with milk”.

Riko hums, enraptured.

“Will I smell as good as you if I eat so many cookies and drink big glasses of milk?”.

Surprised, you fail to come up with an answer for a moment. Then you melt into a chuckle.

“But you already smell sooo good, Riko! I could eat you!”, she squeals with a laugh when you take a fake bite out of her cheek and Oliver turns to look at you both as he helps another little girl down from his knees.

“Trying to eat my kids, are you?”, he grins.

“Just this one for now”, you jokingly wink and Riko giggles once more. Kenji reclaims your attention by pulling at your hand.

“You have to do the thing”.

Lips still curled into a smile, you tilt your head to the side.

“The thing?”.

He nods, solemn.

“Oh, right”, Oliver snaps his fingers, “the thing. Let my elf go, Riko, we have to perform”.

“We have to do what now?”, as you carefully let the little girl down, Kenji slips his hand from yours.

“Santa baby”, Oliver pats his knees and, horrified, you realize it’s an invitation for you, “it’s their favorite song. We did it last year too”.

You let out a nervous laugh.

“I’m not a great performer-”

“C’mon, side elf! You gotta do it!”, Riko’s palms press to the small of your back and, as she pushes you towards an awaiting lap, you don’t have the heart to ask her to stop calling you that.

Oliver welcomes you onto his knees like you belong there, one arm instantly wrapping around your waist and the other on your thighs. He’s warm, solid underneath you. It’s the closest you’ve ever been to him and you hate that you’re suddenly tempted to pull him even closer.

“No one told me about this”, you murmur between gritted teeth, tense smile causing a low chuckle to vibrate in his chest.   

“You’ll be fine”, the hand resting on your hip gives it a light, playful squeeze, “it’s acapella, by the way. Give it your all”.

You’re still smiling but fail to entirely conceal the glare as you try to position yourself better against him. Whether he does it istinctively or not, Oliver tightens his hold around your waist.

All chatter stops and, between hushed but still excited whispers coming from the group sitting at your feet, you start humming the familiar tune.

“Santa baby, just slip a sable under the tree for me. Been an awful good girl”, you briefly turn to the kids and give them an exaggerated wink that makes them laugh, “Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight!”, you twirl part of Oliver’s fake beard around your pointer finger and when you meet his gaze, it’s surprising how serious it is. Time to get up, for your own sanity.

While he is supposed to keep up the act and match both your goofy tone and exaggerated motions to make the song playful and appropriate for children, he just keeps looking back at you with something unreadable in those dangerous eyes of his.

“Think of all the fun I missed!”, you dramatically drop to your knees and grab his arm, “think of all the fellas that I haven’t kissed!”, he finally seems to be shaken from his weird stupor and gasps loudly, looking back and forth between you and the giggling audience.

“Next year I could be just as good, if you check off my christmas list?”, you pout as Oliver shakes his head no, feigning disappointment. A few kids whine in fake sadness.

“I want a yacht and really that’s not a lot… right?”, you beg for their approval and it makes you chuckle that they erupt in agreeing cheers right away, “been an angel all year!”.

“Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight”, with a deep sigh, you desperately squeeze his hand for a moment before getting up once more and continuing your performance around the audience with a skip in your step, hands behind your back as you sway and twirl around them.

“Please help me ask him, everyone!”, you implore, “so hurry down the chimney tonight”. They do join you in your plea, to which Oliver audibly slaps a hand to his forehead.

“Hurry down the chimney tonight”, you slowly approach his chair once more and the playfulness in his stare seems to vanish once more, fingers twitching on knees you don’t sit on, “hurry, tonight”, with a small smile, you twirl one last time and then bow deeply as the audience immediately starts clapping at the end of your performance.

“Oli, I want a yacht”, Riko pouts and her sister next to her giggles.

“I’ll see what I can do, sweetheart”, he smiles, then looks at you once more, “wanna help me give out this year’s gifts? Maybe we’ll find a yacht somewhere”.

He doesn’t even get to finish the question: in a matter of seconds, you’re both surrounded by exuberant little kids who are way too excited to find out what Santa’s helpers have in store for them this holiday season. The youngest of the group, six year old Tsumugi, raises her little arms and Oliver bends down to pick her up, balancing her on his leg.

You didn’t think the community centre would be able to put together enough funds to get… all those presents. There are so much. Enough for each child to get three or four. Clothes, audio book players, lego sets, tablets, dolls, water marbling kits, headphones, books. An entire, separate bag is filled with signed soccer uniforms. You discreetly glance at Oliver, busy helping Hiro unwrap his third present.

You remember very few details about the blue lock project, from which some of the current top players of the globe suddenly came out years ago. You know he was part of it at some point and of course you remember his past as captain of the former U-20 team. Oliver is still one of the best known soccer players in Japan and clearly he is friends with those guys. But the fact that he went out of his way to make sure he had all those uniforms for these kids, stirs something in your chest.

As you hand out the shirts, little squeals make you smile.

“Riko, this one’s from Nagi”, the little girl practically snatches it from your hand, “wait, don’t push, there’s one for each of you! Who asked for the Kaiser one?”.

“Oli, will you keep your promise next year?”, Tsumugi, still in his lap, rests her head on his shoulder as she hugs a new teddy bear to her chest. He hums, one hand rising to boop her nose.

“You have my word, sweet girl. I told Yoichi you wanted to meet him and he was so sad he couldn’t make it today. He promised he’ll come next time”.

“Look what he sent you”, with a grin, you hand her the shirt Isagi signed for her. The way her eyes light up makes you wish for Eiko to be sick once more, the following year.

It’s the evening when parents slowly start arriving to collect their kids and thank everyone for the organization. You and Chiyo welcome them by the door and offer warm cups of tea. Those who are not in a rush are more than welcome to eat something despite the buffet having been more or less devoured by now.

As soon as you’re alone with Chiyo once more, the last remaining parents shaking hands with Oliver as they say goodbye, you deflate in a chair. Your legs hurt, you didn’t eat anything and you feel so tired but also immensely rewarded.

“It was fun, wasn’t it?”, with a smile, Chiyo pushes a water bottle towards you.

“So fun. You were right, he’s good with kids. Remembered all their names and everything”.

She chuckles.

“Well, I’d hope so. He comes every year”.

You stare back.

“Every year?”.

“Yeah, since forever. And he always gets so many extra presents for them, never accepted a single yen back”.

You sip on your water, unable to come up with something to say. Oliver Aiku, the same unbearably smug idiot who’d pissed you off endlessly each time you had the unfortunate chance of meeting him thanks to your cousin Shuto, seemed so different today. Patient, caring, attentive, fun. So generous.

You watch as parents bow to him and he bows back, ruffles their kid’s hair, laughs when Tsugumi hugs his legs. This is not good, not good at all, judging by the way your heart fumbles in your chest as he meets your gaze from across the room.

The elf costume is shoved into your backpack but the drawings and notes some of the kids made for you are placed on the table right next to it as you put on your coat. You’ll keep them in your hand, against your chest and underneath the warm fabric if you must, in case it’s still snowing outside. You’d hate for anything to happen to such precious cargo.

“You know, Riko has a point”, the gravelly voice so close to your ear makes you jump, “you really do smell good”.

“Try taking a shower”, your intention is to turn around with a scowl but the second you do, your back is pressed to the table as he leans forward and rests his palms on the rough surface. The sharp inhale you take makes him smile.

“Nah, I think it’s really just you”.

You stare back for a moment, then clear your throat, trying your best to not appear intimidated.

“Who knew you were so good with kids. They love you”.

Oliver pulls back, leaving you enough space to put a safe distance between your bodies.

“Well, who knew you were such a great cook. How long did it take to make all that food?”.

Much to your irritation, a smile threatens to appear on your lips. He deflects when complimented? Fuck. Off.

Your mind traces back to how protective he was of them. My kids. It’s sickening, really.

“You didn’t eat anything all day”, the softer tone catches him off guard for just a second, “take some leftovers”.

Oliver hums, something flashing across his features so quickly you may have imagined it. Then, he starts unbuttoning the red velvet jacket he’s still in.

“Don’t be so thoughtful, it’ll make me hard”.

Astonished, you look at him.

“What are you doing?”

He discards the jacket with a grin, hat and fake beard already discarded before entering the changing room.

“You didn’t think I’d leave in this, right?”.

“You could’ve waited until I left the room”.

Oliver rubs his chin in exasperating, fake pensiveness.

“Yeah, I could’ve”, his signature smirk makes you want to punch him in his handsome face, “but there’s this girl I like. Maybe if I impress her, she’ll finally give me a chance”.

You chalk the heat rising to your cheeks up to the thermostat temperature being too high. When you murmur a confused, hasty goodbye and attempt to make your leave, drawings safely tucked underneath one arm, Oliver gently wraps a hand around your wrist.

“It’s snowing. Let me give you a ride”, the way his thumb tentatively grazes the sliver of skin underneath your sleeve makes you shudder. He does it again, intentional, serious eyes boring into yours to make sure he's not crossing a boundary. Your mouth feels dry.

“Wait for me?”, Oliver offers, gentle. There’s no trace of his previous teasing and you’re painfully aware of how long the silence is stretching for, a weird vibration to the moment laced in your aching hesitation.

Another beat passes before you relax under his touch.

“I’ll be outside”.

[narcjsistx]

𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 | kaiser x reader

— part twelve

plot: kaiser comforted you after a bad and slow breakup, but what will happen now considering what you two shared? is everything still unexpected or is there something you both simply have yet to realize?. fluff shit 'cause yeah!!

words: 3.2k (3203)

extra: it will probably become a multi part story, tell me if you're interested in a part thirteen!

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!. you can find the other parts of the story by searching in the section dedicated to bllk

If revenge took so much time, you weren't sure you wanted to take revenge against Gabriel and possibly Ursula. You had been spending all your time calculating your ex's steps in great detail for a month now, trying to find the tip of the iceberg that hid a world of mistakes underneath; but you couldn't find this tip, and you were starting to lose hope. You knew for a fact that Gabriel had a lot of secrets that the more hidden the worse they were, but you couldn't figure out where to start to unmask these secrets of his. You can't help but admit that he's a smart person, and he's definitely trying to use this potential to hide all his mistakes

After that night, Kaiser had decided to take his vacation early to enjoy some time with you, and in his humble opinion you yourself needed your boyfriend to work better and send Gabriel to hell. It was Kaiser's cute way of saying he wanted to be around you, you knew, but it made you laugh to imagine him as if he were at home planning some sort of murder with his soccer ball. Besides, since you had that hysterical crying fit, you had never found yourself without breakfast ready in the morning and someone to take you to and from work. Some paparazzi had intercepted Michael in the car, but so far you were not in any other current scandal. If they had started something you would have simply shut everyone, the media and the entire world, with yet another excuse

You pick up the phone, retrieving it after hours in the hands of the stylists, who have used your body for at least four consecutive hours with the clothes of the next fashion show. Today in the agency there are few models, you and a few others scattered throughout the entire building; Ursula should be in her office and there is no trace of Gabriel since this morning. It's a pretty boring day, the next show is still far away and many prefer to stay home and come in the afternoon, if they have to. You could have stayed in the arms of your beloved boyfriend in your soft and warm bed, but if you really want to find out something about Gabriel you have to be around all the time

And if that means wasting hours you could spend with Kaiser, you'll do it for now. You sighs, checking messages you've received

mihya ♡

— Return home at least for lunch is not an idea, right? — 12:08

— I take that as a no, schatz — 13:10

you — I was busy, sorry love — 13:20

— I had guessed it. But for dinner I want to order from that french food shop that disgusts you, so be ready — 13:21

you — Obviously I'll eat before I return home, disgusting boyfriend — 13:21

— You are hurting me badly. You might not find your favorite socks when you get home — 13:22

you — MICHEAL KAISER TOUCH THOSE SOCKS AND I SWEAR TO GO BACK TO ITALY, I SWEAR — 13:23

— You're always so sweet, schatz. Any news on your evil plan of destruction? — 13:23

you — None other than I'm thinking of giving up. That bastard seems to have everything hidden so perfectly, my god. I thought I had learned to read he at least a little after years, but apparently not. I'm thinking of just making up something far away that he might have done and making it the news of the century. It looks cool — 13:25

— You could say he cheated on you, manipulated you, maybe even slapped you once, and you wouldn't even be lying — 13:26

you — I don't know whether to be amused by the fact that you're absolutely right or to feel stupid for letting him act like that — 13:27

— The one that make you feel better, or the one that make you come home to me now — 13:27

you — Mihya :(( — 13:28

— Shall I pick you up then? — 13:29

As you are about to write 'yes' to Kaiser you notice someone passing by you, proceeding towards his destination with a certain hurry. You look up, noticing that that someone is Gabriel, who strangely did not bother you as he usually does. His face is a bit worried, and his pace is hurried as he begins to climb the steps that lead directly to Ursula's office. He has a folder in his hand, from witch a sheet of paper accidentally slips out, ending up on the steps

You put your phone in your pocket, making a mental note to answer your boyfriend. You walk a few meters away from Gabriel, who disappears from your life as soon as he passes the highest staircase. You run to the place where the paper fell, pick it up and sit for a moment on a nearby step, taking a long sigh. The last time you had to deal with secret papers you almost risked ending your friendship with Kaiser, but in the end the result is having him as a boyfriend. Will it bring you luck this time or not? You ask yourself this because, deep down, you know that this paper is important, maybe really important. You yake a little preparatory sigh as you begin to observe

The sheet is presented with simple data about the models and their paychecks. For some more information are written, such as their age and how long they have been working for the agency, but reading it you cannot find your name. You reread the paper several times, but you can't find yours. Why, even though you work here, you are not on the list of models?. You search for the name of some model you are more or less friends with, and at the bottom of the description of one you find a somewhat strange sentence

"Alleged friend of X. Seen with her more than a few times, probably they have an informal relationship. Seems to know about X's situation, possible collaborator. She might ask for a raise, a higher position at the next fashion show, or a transfer to another agency"

You reread the sentence several times, not fully understanding it. What should she be a collaborator for?. Also, she's a model who's been in the agency for a short time, and you're the only one she has any sort of relationship with. You'd like to avoid thinking about it, but you think X is a code name they gave you, for who knows what reason. You turn the sheet over, and in the white part you find a small erased note, still half legible

"She simply asked for a pay rise and more vacation days during the christmas period. She will provide information via messages during the day. X should have told her about deleted and maybe some details about her old deleted"

The girl in question then spoke, but on what topic? If it's really you X, you've never told this girl anything personal, except some old stories from when you were in other agencies, but those have nothing really important. Did she lie?. You get up from the step, walking towards Ursula's office with a cautious step, hoping not to find anyone on your way. Arriving in front of the door you look from inside the crack to see if there is anyone, but you are surprised to see absolutely no one and to find the door open, which is strange considering that Ursula is very reserved. You inadvertently find yourself opening the door, being careful not to let anyone nearby see you. You look in the office, but while you are looking on her desk you hear voices, two that you recognize well, talking; you think they are coming from the corridor, but when you check you don't find anyone. You go back into the office, and noticing the door of the personal bathroom slightly open you are convinced that the voices are coming from there. Cautiously you hide behind the wall that separates the bathroom from the office, trying to figure out why they are in the bathroom and why they are Gabriel and Ursula in question. Maybe you have seriously found the last thing you needed to unmask Gabriel, or at least you hope

"So?"

"You saw the papers I gave you, right? She has few relationships here, with the other models. The only one who agreed to talk said she'll call me tonight or send me messages, but I don't know why I can't find the paper where I wrote it... maybe it stayed at my house. I don't really care, I just need to know that I'll finally have some material in my hands"

"And will it be enough?"

"I suppose so, after all the media doesn't take much to ruin a person, and she's not in such a good situation already. Give me a week and you'll get what you want too"

"I've been waiting for two years, Gabriel. I'm fed up, if it doesn't work this time I'll do it my way, and you know my methods aren't exactly legal"

"Trust me, you'll get what you want and I'll get what I need. I just need to get those messages tonight and by tomorrow you can already say you're her"

"Now I really like the way you talk"

"Maybe you already love me but you don't want to admit it"

"Let's go step by step, I'll think about that later"

"Do as you wish, darling. Just think that from tomorrow Y/n will no longer be her but you will be her. The dream you have been living for will finally come true, and that slut will end up in some forgotten place. No longer the stylist, but now the model, my dear Ursula"

You are petrified, hearing their words. Even without knowing the situation, you already know that those two are doing everything they can to get you down once and for all, probably using something much more powerful than scandal.

"No longer the stylist, but now the model. And you, dear Gabriel, no longer the founder, but the general boss"

You pick up your phone, going to Kaiser chat to start a voice message. You need to record, you know you need to if you want to get out clean off this situation. You're ignoring the tremors that are plaguing you, because now you really need to concentrate, it's for your final win

"Anyway, I really don't believe it took two whole years to get to this point. On the one hand, I'm also sorry I treated her like that, it wasn't that bad... she's nice, more or less. But if treating her this way means I get where I want to go I don't care, or maybe I never really cared about her"

"Two years because, I don't know how, she withstood the scandal. I suspected she would swallow it completely, but evidently she still has some tricks up her sleeve. Then I can't imagine what's going on between her and her fucking best friend, the famous soccer player I mean, Kaiser Micheal. Will they fuck?"

"Maybe yes, maybe no. I honestly don't know if she hasn't let anyone else touch her after me yet"

Oh well Gabriel, you have pretty high hopes. You and Kaiser had fucked a few hours after you broke up, let's say you hadn't wasted any time

"You're just a junkie, Gabriel. You ruined that poor girl for your own interests!"

"Are you speaking, Ursula? Destroying someone who has never done anything to you is not exactly good behavior, dear. Being obsessed with the idea of Y/n just because she is actually a successful model, something you couldn't become, is a bit of bad behavior... you even went so far as to ask her beloved boyfriend for help"

"And you destroyed her to become the boss of the TraumLaufsteg, silly"

You've had enough, you get up and leave the office in a hurry, running as fast as you can towards your dressing room. Everything is so damn clear to you, finally something has formed with a logical thread, and damn, this time you even have the proof. You don't know how for two years you didn't notice anything, but finally everything is clearer to you; you won, really won. You arrive in your dressing room, closing the door behind you as you rush to the couch, once again taking up the chat with Kaiser where your most precious evidence rests. You sigh deeply, listening to the audio of less than 5 minutes, where Gabriel basically unmasks himself together with Ursula. You notice that Micheal has viewed the message, and because of the emotion you can't even write, so you opt for a voice message

"Mihya... we'll talk about it at home. But trust me, trust me, this time I've really won, this time I can make him look like a monster, this time I can seriously-" you say excitedly, but you turn when you hear footsteps in the hallway that you would recognize anywhere. The door to the room opens, and the smiling figure of Gabriel makes your blood run cold "Am I disturbing you?" he say "What the fuck are you doing here?" you say, getting up from the couch, and he shrugs "Nothing big. I just think you listened to too much" he says, as if he hadn't just dropped a bomb. He saw you, you don't know how, but he saw you. But this time it won't be a problem to be there, this time you decided that he won't hurt you "I heard, oh yes I heard, you piece of shit" you say taking a few steps forward "How good, my sweet Y/n. She still knows how to spy and listen" he say giving a small laugh, but grabbing your chin "So, what would you like to do? Who would believe the naive girl who everyone believes betrayed the genius of Italian fashion? Do you really think your opinion counts so much compared to mine?" he asks, mixing seriousness with a hint of sarcasm. You don't look down, but you suddenly have a little plan in mind, if everything is happening as you think "Gabriel... god, I hadn't thought of that. You're not entirely wrong" you say, faking a surprised and sorry tone, while you lower your gaze, as if you want to make him feel superior. He raises an eyebrow, smirking when he sees you so defeated, so naive and innocent "You see? You know it too"

Showing yourself weak might help the plan you just came up with. You hate to do it right now when you were showing yourself strong, but if the outcome is what you imagine, you have to do it

"And this time you want to send me down too. How did I not notice that..." you say mortified, and he seems to be convinced "You're so stupid, you don't act so strong when Kaiser's not around, right? Look, I guess you guys fuck, or maybe I don't even know, but I don't care. This time he's not around" he says smiling "And you are the umpteenth brainless and alone with a badly used potential. You could have remained silent in your place and lived at least another year without me having done anything to you, we would still be a couple and only then would I have spoken against you. And yet no, you acted like a bitch and unleashed a huge mess, coming here in Germany"

Gabriel continues, caressing your face "It was never my intention to hurt you, sweetie. The first year was beautiful between us, remember? We lived well in Milan and you paraded like a professional model, even though you had never been in the industry that much... good times. But then you found out about my first cheat, but you didn't leave, silly girl, because you loved me so much. And so, while you were growing in fame, I suddenly became 'Y/n's boyfriend' and no longer the fucking founder of the biggest Italian modeling agency of the moment, and it bothered me darling, it bothered me so fucking much, because I fucking created you. And so while I was looking for some German stylist to open a fashion agency in Germany I met Ursula, who coincidentally was so obsessed with you. She who has always walked the catwalk never got your fame, and she got fed up with creating clothes but not wearing them, and she wants to be you so much, amore mio. So while she became the boss of the TraumLaufsteg, keeping my identity a secret, I continued to cheat on you, and you always noticed everything, baby. The goal was to push you down as much as possible, I would become the official boss of the TraumLaufsteg, which I would later merge with my Italian agency, since Ursula would finally become a model and could give me the role. Because I depend on you, but you depend on me, slut. And if that meant making you the shittiest person in the world, painting you as a traitor, I would have done it. And I did, because I knew you would go down and I could finally take over as the boss of the TraumLaufsteg. And yet you got back up even after the scandal, and I don't know how"

Finally, everything is clearer to you. Gabriel's words come out like a raging river, and you don't know if you're still looking sad, because inside you're dying of happiness. You knew it was shit, you knew it damn well, and he admitted it. You loved a piece of shit that has now exposed itself, without him knowing it. You had been stupid, so damn stupid to let everything slide, but you finally had everything in your hands

"So you admit that you cheated on me...?" you ask sounding desperate, and he nods happily "More than you can imagine. You're gorgeous, I can't lie, but you're more type for a long term relationship, and in the fashion world relationships between people last as long as a fashion show. I've probably been with seven or eight different women... maybe a few more" he says thinking about it "And you painted me in front of the media as a monster" you say, returning to the main topic. He shrugs, sighing, "Give the media what they want, right? No one would ever imagine you would cheat on me, but remember, my opinion carries some weight. I've made up so much bullshit about you that I can't even remember anymore, but look where you are now... you're about to sink. And I love this thing"

You sigh, falling dramatically to the floor as you cover your face "I can’t believe this…" you say, but you’re hiding a laugh. It’s all working out, it’s all worked out, you’ve got it all. Gabriel chuckles softly, giving your hair a light caress before leaving the room "Sorry again, sweetie. Don’t make me feel too bad, good fall into hell"

He leaves, the room is finally empty and silent again. You stand up, moving towards the couch where the phone is still open, and the audio in Kaiser's chat is still recording, and Michael's online

You won. You fucking won

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KEY TO CHAOS — myoui mina

❝ you're my spouse on paper, however you're not my responsibility.❞

synopsis — revelation at its finest.

word count ! — 6,4k

— myoui mina x reader !

notice — heavily inspired by @neoplatinum, aswell as cozuzi and a bit of queen of tears.

disclaimer ! — this story is a work of fiction. the portrayal of characters, events, and relationships does not reflect the real lives or personalities of any individuals mentioned. themes of infidelity and emotional conflict are explored, but the intention is not to glamorize toxic behavior.

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part four !

the event is in full swing, laughter and chatter filling the air as people mingle. mina’s family spared no expense, of course. the garden is illuminated with twinkling lights, tables laden with food and drinks, and a small orchestra playing softly in the background.

hiro sits on my lap, his small fingers curiously tugging at the bow tie around his neck. “you don’t like it either, huh?” i chuckle, loosening my own tie to match.

hiro rests easily in your arms, his tiny hand clutching at your tie as if it’s the most fascinating thing he’s ever held.

“you’ve got quite the grip, little man,” you murmur, watching him curiously. “must’ve gotten that from your mom. she’s got the same tenacity—doesn’t let go of an argument either.”

hiro gurgles in response, his wide eyes fixated on you, and you laugh quietly. “oh, you think i’m kidding? wait until you’re old enough to see her in action. your mom’s like a storm, and you—” you brush a finger over his soft cheek, smiling. “you’re the calm after.”

“you’re really something, you know that?” sana’s voice interrupts gently from beside you, and when you glance over, she’s watching you with a faint smile.

“what can i say?” you reply, shifting hiro in your arms and giving her a wry grin. “he’s an easy audience. laughs at all my jokes.”

sana chuckles, reaching out to pat your shoulder lightly. “that’s because you’re talking about mina. everyone knows you’re a sucker for her.”

“oh, absolutely,” you say, pretending to whisper conspiratorially to hiro. “don’t tell her, though. she might start taking advantage of it.”

hiro babbles in agreement—or maybe dissent—and sana outright laughs this time, a soft, genuine sound that surprises you.

“you’re good with him,” she says after a moment, her tone quieter now. “and with mina.”

“i do my best,” you reply, glancing down at hiro again. “though sometimes i feel like i’m just making it up as i go.”

“well that's parenthood,” she teases, her hand lingering on your shoulder for a moment longer before she steps back, letting her gaze drift to the koi pond.

hiro coos again, and you look down to see him reaching for sana. “see? even he thinks you’re alright,” you say, grinning.

“well, he’s got good taste,” sana quips, but there’s a warmth in her smile that’s hard to miss.

as much as i’m enjoying the moment, i need a break. handing hiro over to sana, who happily takes him, i excuse myself and wander through the dimly lit paths of the estate.

my steps lead me to the side garden, quieter here, the sounds of the event muffled. i’m distracted enough that i don’t notice the figure until i bump into him.

“watch it,” i mutter, stepping back and glaring. it’s sehun.

his smug smile makes my blood boil instantly. “well, well,” he drawls, brushing off his suit. “if it isn’t the perfect spouse.”

“why are you even here??” i snap, already regretting not avoiding him.

he pulls a usb drive from his pocket, twirling it between his fingers before tossing it at me. i catch it, glaring at him.

“consider it a favor,” he says smoothly. “you saved me and my family from that scandal. think of this as my way of saving your life.”

my grip tightens on the usb. “what’s on here?”

“answers,” he says cryptically, his smirk widening. “but be careful. you might not like the questions.”

“why shouldn’t i knock you out right now?” i growl, stepping closer.

he shrugs, completely unfazed. “because you’re smarter than that. besides,” he adds, his voice dripping with fake sincerity, “i’m thankful. truly.”

without another word, he walks off, leaving me standing there seething and confused.

shaking my head, i pocket the usb and head to the bathroom. splashing cold water on my face, i lean against the sink, trying to make sense of what just happened.

eventually, i make my way back to the party. sana’s still there with hiro, now gently rocking him in her arms. she looks up as i approach, frowning slightly.

“you okay?” she asks, her tone laced with concern.

i hesitate but nod. “yeah. just… ran into someone.”

“seems like it rattled you.” she raises an eyebrow, watching me carefully.

“it’s nothing,” i lie, taking hiro from her arms and holding him close. but my mind’s already spinning, the usb in my pocket burning like a brand.

before i can dwell on it further, i feel a pair of familiar arms wrap around my waist from behind. “there you are,” mina murmurs, her voice low and warm against my ear.

i turn slightly, and she’s looking up at me with a smile that sends a rush of warmth through my chest. her lips brush against my jaw, lingering just a moment longer than usual.

“i missed you,” she says softly, her fingers tracing lazy patterns against my shirt.

“didn’t think i was gone that long,” i joke, but my voice comes out a little breathless.

“too long,” she counters, tugging me closer. her gaze flickers to hiro, and she presses a soft kiss to his forehead before turning her full attention back to me.

“you look stressed,” she observes, her hands sliding up to straighten my collar, a hint of mischief in her eyes. “maybe you should take a break from the party…”

“baby,” i start, but her lips are already brushing against mine, silencing whatever excuse i was about to make.

it’s quick, fleeting, but the promise in her gaze as she pulls back makes my pulse race.

“come find me later,” she whispers, her tone leaving little room for interpretation.

hiro babbles in my arms, pulling my attention back just enough to keep me grounded, but mina’s touch lingers like a ghost, her warmth impossible to ignore.

-----

the faint click of mina’s heels echoed through the penthouse as she stepped inside, her posture as poised as ever, though a hint of fatigue lingered in her movements. the day had been long—meetings at the myoui corporation rarely allowed for anything less—but the sight before her was enough to soften the sharp edges of her mood.

you were sprawled on the living room floor, hiro in your lap, both of you surrounded by a colorful mess of building blocks and toy cars. hiro squealed with laughter as you made exaggerated engine noises, pushing a tiny car toward him.

“incoming! brace for impact!” you said dramatically, making hiro giggle so hard he toppled over.

mina leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed, her lips curving into a rare, genuine smile. “hard at work, i see.”

“very important business,” you replied, glancing up at her with a playful grin. “hiro’s been giving me driving lessons. apparently, i’m a terrible driver.”

hiro chimed in with a cheerful babble, as if to prove your point, sending another car skidding across the floor.

mina chuckled softly, slipping off her heels and stepping closer. “sounds accurate.”

you feigned offense, placing a hand over your chest. “et tu, mina? my own wife, siding with the critic!”

hiro clapped his hands, clearly entertained by your theatrics. he made grabby hands reaching for mina.

she scooped him up effortlessly, holding him close. “hi, baby,” she murmured, her voice tender as she kissed his cheek. “did you miss me?”

hiro nodded enthusiastically, wrapping his tiny arms around her neck. the sight made your chest ache in the best way—a moment of softness amidst the chaos of life.

“you two looked like you were having fun,” mina said, glancing at the mess of toys.

“he’s a harsh boss, but the pay’s great,” you quipped, getting up and stretching. “all smiles and giggles.”

mina gave you a knowing look, her eyes softening. “you’re good with him,” she said quietly, almost as if the admission surprised even her.

you shrugged, trying to downplay the compliment. “he makes it easy.”

hiro yawned then, rubbing his eyes, his energy finally winding down. mina looked at you, and you nodded toward the nursery. “i’ll handle it,” you offered.

“let’s do it together,” she said, surprising you.

the two of you guided hiro to his room, the bedtime ritual filled with whispers and soft laughter. once he was settled, you kissed his forehead and stood back as mina brushed his hair gently, her expression unreadable yet serene.

when you stepped out, closing the door behind you, mina sighed lightly, the sound breaking the quiet of the hallway.

“we need to leave soon,” she said softly, slipping her arm through yours as you walked back to the living room. “the party is this weekend, and i don’t want us scrambling at the last minute.”

you chuckled. “scrambling is my middle name. but don’t worry, we’ll be ready.”

mina gave you a small smile, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. she glanced toward your office door, her fingers brushing her wrist. “i don’t know why, but… i’ve had this strange feeling all day. like something’s coming.”

“something good, i hope?” you joked lightly, trying to lift the mood.

“maybe,” she said, but her gaze lingered, just for a moment, on the small desk in your office, where a single usb drive sat, unnoticed. then she turned back to you, shaking her head as if to dismiss the thought. “let’s just enjoy tonight.”

you nodded, squeezing her hand. “sounds like a plan, boss.”

her smile grew, and with that, the two of you settled into the evening, unaware of the weight the future would soon bring.

-----

the gentle hum of the yacht’s engines barely masks the murmur of conversations and clinking glasses. you’re on the upper deck, sharing light banter with sana and momo while trying to stay out of the spotlight.

“you’re really not built for this scene, are you?” sana teases, her eyes flicking over the polished crowd below.

you shrug. “never claimed to be.”

momo chuckles. “at least you’re honest. i’d say you’re doing fine. no one’s thrown you overboard yet.”

just as you’re about to retort, a familiar voice interrupts. “wow. never thought i’d see you here.”

you freeze, the playful smile on your face faltering. turning slowly, you find yourself face-to-face with kim jennie, her expression a mix of surprise and amusement. she’s dressed in something sleek and black, the kind of outfit that screams understated elegance.

“jennie…” her name feels heavy, like saying it aloud makes everything from the past resurface all at once.

“i didn’t know you’d climbed so high up the social ladder,” she says, her tone dripping with curiosity and something else—something smug. “this isn’t really your scene, is it?”

before you can respond, momo steps forward, her eyes narrowing slightly. “who’s this?”

“an old friend,” jennie answers for you, her gaze fixed on you, like momo isn’t even there. “we go way back.”

“really?” sana crosses her arms, her protective stance almost comical if it weren’t for the tension in the air.

you glance between them, your heart racing. “it’s fine. jennie’s… not a threat.”

jennie’s smile widens, and she steps closer, her voice dropping just enough to be intimate. “not a threat? you wound me.”

“what do you want?” you ask quietly, trying to ignore the way her presence makes you feel—conflicted, nervous, and a little exposed.

“what i’ve always wanted—to talk to you.” she glances at sana and momo with a faint smirk. “unless your new bodyguards don’t approve?”

“bodyguards?” sana scoffs. “oh, please.”

jennie chuckles, leaning in closer to you. “you’ve changed,” she murmurs, her voice soft but teasing. “but not completely. you’re still nervous.”

“i’m not—” you start, but she interrupts by wrapping her arms around you, pulling you into a sudden, unwelcome hug. “i missed you,” she says, and for a moment, you forget how to breathe.

that’s when mina appears.

the tension on the private deck feels suffocating, the hum of the yacht’s engines doing little to mask the storm brewing in mina’s sharp gaze. she stares at jennie for a moment, her confusion evident before her expression morphs into something closer to disdain.

“and you are?” mina asks, her tone icy, the slight tilt of her head exuding condescension.

jennie’s smirk falters for a fraction of a second before she recovers, her voice dripping with forced confidence. “kim jennie. i’m sure you’ve heard of me.”

mina blinks, her lips curling into a mocking smile. “oh, should i have? forgive me. the name doesn’t ring a bell. are you someone important?”

you glance between them, your heart sinking as you see jennie’s composure start to crack.

“important enough,” jennie replies tightly, her smirk struggling to hold. “but i suppose not everyone keeps up with those at the top.”

mina chuckles softly, shaking her head. “the top? darling, if you were anywhere near the top, i’d know. you’re barely even a blip on the radar.”

jennie’s expression hardens, her pride clearly stung. “funny, coming from someone who didn’t even know about their partner’s past.”

mina’s smile vanishes, her eyes narrowing. “and what exactly are you implying?”

“oh, just that your precious partner and i were engaged once,” jennie says smoothly, her gaze darting to you for maximum effect.

the air grows colder. mina’s laugh is low and dangerous, her hands slowly crossing over her chest. “engaged?” she repeats, as though the word itself is offensive. “to you? now that’s the funniest thing i’ve heard all evening.”

“it’s true,” jennie presses, taking a small step forward. “but i suppose they didn’t think you were worth knowing the whole story.”

mina’s eyes narrow to you, her rage sharpening like a blade. “engaged?” she spits, her voice teetering between disbelief and fury. “you were fucking engaged? not just a little girlfriend, but a full-blown fiancée?”

“mina, it’s not what it sounds like—”

“so, it is true,” she cuts you off, her voice low but seething. she turns back to jennie, her disdain reaching new heights. “you were engaged to them? how quaint. and yet here you are, clinging to their shadow like an embarrassing footnote.”

jennie bristles, her smirk dropping entirely. “careful, myoui. you might want to check your facts before acting so high and mighty.”

mina’s laugh is low and menacing, her fists clenching at her sides. “you think this is a joke? i could ruin you, kim. i could make sure the entire kim family crumbles beneath their precious name. your little corporation? gone. your face? wiped from every corner of the industry. you’d be lucky if you could scrape by selling knockoff jewelry on the street.”

“oh, come on,” jennie presses, stepping closer. “don’t be so mad. you didn’t think you were their first, did you?” her smirk deepens. “although, i’ll admit, i thought i’d be the last.”

“get out,” mina says through gritted teeth, her voice trembling with restrained fury.

jennie straightens herself, trying to retain some dignity she had left. “oh, mina. you’re so predictable. it’s almost boring.”

before anyone can stop her, jennie leans in, her lips brushing your cheek in a deliberate, calculated move.

the world seems to stop for a second, the touch burning like a brand.

and then mina snaps.

before anyone can react, mina grabs a glass of champagne off a nearby table and tosses it in jennie’s direction. the liquid splashes across her pristine black dress, and jennie lets out a shocked gasp.

“are you fucking insane?!” she roars, lunging toward jennie. you barely have time to grab her arm, holding her back with all your strength.

jennie steps back, scoffing slightly when she sees the tainted stain in her designer dress. “relax, mina. it’s just a goodbye. no harm in that, right?”

“goodbye? goodbye?! you’re about to say goodbye to your fucking career!” mina’s voice shakes with fury, her arm trembling in your grip. “let me go,” she snarls at you, her glare cutting like a blade. “let me fucking handle this.”

“mina, please,” you plead, your heart racing as you glance around, thankful that the deck is private. if anyone had witnessed this, the headlines would be catastrophic.

“you like making a scene, don’t you?” mina sneers. “well, here’s your fucking scene. you can explain to everyone why you’re soaking wet—and why you’re about to be thrown off this goddamn yacht.”

jennie’s eyes widen. “you wouldn’t—”

“try me,” mina snaps, stepping closer until she’s nearly nose-to-nose with her. “because right now? I’d love nothing more than to see you flailing in the fucking ocean.”

“mina, stop,” you beg, grabbing her arm.

“no! they don’t get to walk away like this!” mina turns her glare back to jennie, her voice dropping to a deadly calm. “you have five seconds to leave before i personally make sure the kim name gets wiped off every relevant ledger in korea.”

jennie chuckles, raising her hands in mock surrender. “well, this has been… entertaining.” she glances at you one last time, her smirk returning. “i see your taste hasn't changed”

and with that, she saunters away, leaving behind a storm of rage and chaos

“you listen!” she rounds on you, her hands shaking. “what the fuck was that? were you seriously just going to stand there like an idiot while your ex has the audacity to put her hands on you?”

“i didn’t ask her to—”

“but you didn’t stop her either!” her voice cracks, raw and vulnerable beneath the anger. “do you know how humiliating that was for me? do you even care?”

you open your mouth to respond, but her words keep coming, unstoppable and cutting.

“and her—the audacity she has to act like you’re still hers? does she not know who the fuck i am? do you not know who i am?” she steps closer, her eyes burning into yours. “because i can remind both of you. i’ll make her regret even looking in your direction, and you—you better start know where your loyalties lie, or so help me—”

“mina,” a voice cuts in, and you glance to see momo and sana standing nearby, both wide-eyed.

momo whistles low under her breath. “holy shit.”

sana, meanwhile, places a hand on your shoulder, her expression a mix of pity and slight amusement. “good luck,” she murmurs, patting you twice before stepping back.

mina turns to them, her glare making both of them tense. “what are you looking at?”

“nothing,” momo says quickly, raising her hands in surrender. “absolutely nothing.”

when they leave, mina’s shoulders heave with her rapid breaths.

“i can’t fucking believe this,” she mutters, her hands running through her hair as she paces. “unbelievable.”

you stand there, unsure of what to say, the weight of her anger settling like a storm cloud over the two of you.

“mina,” you say softly, careful not to push too hard.

“you don’t need to waste another second thinking about her,” you continue. “she’s nothing compared to you, mina. you know that, don’t you?”

mina exhales sharply, crossing her arms as she paces. “it’s not about her being nothing—it’s about the audacity. she thinks she can just—just touch you, talk to you like that, after everything? and then act like i’m the one overreacting?”

you step into her path, gently catching her by the shoulders. “you’re not overreacting. she crossed a line, and you had every right to put her in her place.”

mina’s gaze flickers to yours, searching your expression for something.

“but,” you continue, “i don’t want you to carry this anger. it’s not worth it. let me handle her from here, legally and otherwise. you don’t need to waste your energy on someone so beneath you.”

she huffs, her frustration ebbing slightly. “and what if she tries something again?”

“she won’t,” you say firmly. “i’ll make sure of it. if she does, she’ll regret it in ways even she can’t imagine. i’ve handled worse than her, mina. trust me.”

mina’s lips press into a thin line, but the tension in her shoulders eases just a little.

you guide her to the seating area on the deck and gently sit her down, kneeling in front of her. “you’ve been carrying this whole night on your shoulders, haven’t you? dealing with guests, smiling for appearances, and then this? you don’t have to do it alone, mina.”

she exhales, leaning back slightly as she studies you. “you think you’re so smooth, don’t you?”

you shake your head. “I’m not going to let her get away with this.”

mina lets out a low, humorless laugh. “you think she cares about laws? she’s shameless.”

“then i’ll make her care,” you reply, your voice hardening. “if she tries to push her luck again, i’ll file a restraining order. Hell, i’ll drag her through court for every slight against you. I’m a lawyer, mina. i know how to win, and i’ll do it for you.”

mina stares at you, her anger simmering down into something else—something softer.

“and another thing,” you add, stepping even closer. “you’re worried about her touching me? don’t be. i didn’t ask for it, and i sure as hell didn’t want it. you’re the only one who has a place in my life, mina. not her. not anyone else.”

mina exhales sharply, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly. “you always know exactly what to say, don’t you?”

for the first time all night, a genuine smile tugs at her lips, even if it’s faint. she reaches out, her hand brushing yours. “you really are lucky i married you.”

“luckiest person alive,” you reply, standing and offering your hand.

she takes your hand, rising gracefully to her feet. “fine. but don’t think i’ve forgiven you for not telling me about her being your ex-fiancée.”

“i’ll make it up to you,” you mumble, squeezing her hand lightly. “as many times as it takes.”

“you’re dangerous,” mina mutters, but there’s a hint of pride in her voice.

“only when someone messes with you,” you reply, leading her back inside.

-----

you’d never been one for early morning jogs, but with hiro gone with sana, as well as mina gone working for a few hours, it seemed like a good way to clear your head. sweat dripped down your temple as you trudged up to the penthouse door, already regretting not bringing water. as you reached for the handle, your eyes snagged on a package sitting neatly on the doormat.

a box.

not just any box—fancy. clean lines, rich leather accents, and a ribbon so perfectly tied it looked like it had been crafted by angels.

your first thought? "is this a bomb?"

but then again, what kind of assassin spends that much on aesthetics? shaking your head, you muttered under your breath, “no way someone’s going full james bond to take me out. right?”

after a long, overly dramatic stare-off with the box, you picked it up and carried it inside.

“okay, you’re being ridiculous,” you said, setting it on the counter. “it’s probably from mina. or…. mina..?” you trailed off, suddenly unsure.

peeling back the ribbon, you found a letter on crisp, expensive paper, no signature, no name. just a simple line:

"for you. something that matches your worth."

“cryptic. love that,” you muttered, fishing through the box.

and then, your heart stopped.

a pair of ferrari car keys rested snugly in velvet, gleaming like they held the secrets of the universe.

your jaw dropped. “no way.”

half-jogging, half-sprinting, you grabbed your phone and bolted to the building’s parking level. a sleek ferrari sf90 sat under the dim lights, its pristine red exterior practically glowing.

“holy shit,” you whispered, fumbling with the keys. a quick press, and the car chirped in response.

it was real. it was yours.

sliding into the driver’s seat, you couldn’t resist pulling out your phone, snapping a picture as you grinned like an idiot, one hand on the steering wheel. you sent it to mina with a simple caption:

"look what showed up today!"

mina’s reply came fast. "you bought this? without telling me?"

your fingers hovered over the screen, your excitement faltering. “wait. mina didn’t you buy it?”

before you could type more, your phone ringed. it was her.

“hello?” you answered, still grinning.

“you didn’t buy it?” her voice was calm, but there was an edge—cold, sharp. “then who did?”

“i thought it was you,” you said, scratching your head. “i mean… it’s my dream car. you didn’t—?”

mina’s silence was deafening. then: “why would i buy you a car and not tell you?”

“uh…”

“and why would someone else buy it for you? who?” she demanded, her voice dipping into that dangerous, territorial tone that sent a shiver down your spine.

“mina, i don’t know!” you said, defensive. “it came with an anonymous note! look, i’ll figure it out. but isn’t it gorgeous?”

“that’s not the point,” she snapped, and then, softer, with a touch of embarrassment, “i didn’t even know it was your dream car.”

“well, now you do,” you teased lightly, though her reaction had your heart sinking just a little.

she exhaled, clearly annoyed. “don’t touch it until we figure out who sent it. i don’t like this.”

“seriously?” you whined, slumping in the seat. “you’re going to make me leave it here?”

“yes,” she said firmly, then hung up before you could argue.

sighing, you stared at the car’s flawless interior. “well, this sucks,” you muttered, reluctantly stepping out.

as you walked away, you couldn’t help but glance back, a pang of longing twisting in your chest. whoever sent this wasn’t just rich—they had taste. but something about it didn’t sit right.

and mina’s unease? it wasn’t going anywhere.

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mina’s office was immaculate, its minimalist decor reflecting the precision with which she managed her empire. she leaned back in her leather chair, phone still clutched tightly in her hand. the call with you had ended minutes ago, but the sharp edge in her voice lingered, echoing in the silence of the room.

“dahyun.”

the door to her office creaked open, and dahyun stepped in hesitantly, clutching a tablet. her composed exterior betrayed a flicker of unease as she caught sight of mina’s expression—cold, calculating, and ever so slightly unsteady.

“yes, president myoui?” dahyun’s voice was even, though her fingers tightened around the tablet.

mina didn’t look up immediately. her nails tapped against the desk in a rhythm that matched the clipped cadence of her words. “i need you to go to the penthouse. now.”

dahyun blinked, processing the suddenness of the order. “to… your penthouse? is there an issue?”

mina’s gaze snapped up, and dahyun stiffened under the weight of it. “someone sent them a car,” mina said flatly. “a ferrari.”

“a car?” dahyun echoed, momentarily thrown off. “as in—”

“a ferrari sf90,” mina interrupted, the words laced with a bitterness that made dahyun’s stomach churn. “in red. parked at the entrance of my penthouse.”

dahyun’s jaw tightened as she nodded. “understood. i’ll—”

“find out who sent it,” mina continued, her voice cutting through dahyun’s attempt to speak. “i want every detail—who, how, why. and i want their connections traced. personal, professional, everything.”

“of course,” dahyun said quickly, her pen already moving across her tablet.

“also…” mina’s voice dipped, a hint of something darker curling around the edges. “reach out to ferrari’s local representatives. find the top five models—not just any. the best. i want them bought, prepped, and delivered within the week.”

dahyun froze for a fraction of a second before nodding. “for the penthouse garage?”

mina finally leaned forward, her elbows resting on the desk as she steepled her fingers. her expression softened, but only slightly, as she murmured, “for my spouse. but make sure they know it’s from me. no anonymous packages, no surprises. understood?”

“understood.” dahyun turned to leave but hesitated at the door. “president myoui, if i may—do you believe this is a threat?”

mina’s gaze flickered, just for a moment, betraying the undercurrent of unease she so carefully concealed. “if it’s not a threat, it’s a provocation. either way, i don’t take kindly to either.”

dahyun nodded and exited swiftly, her heels clicking against the marble floor.

alone once more, mina stared out the vast glass windows of her office. her reflection gazed back, a mask of calm, but beneath it, her mind raced. who would dare try to undermine her like this?

she tapped her phone against the desk again, lips pressing into a thin line.

whoever it was, they’d soon learn what it meant to challenge a myoui.

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you toss your phone onto the couch after finishing the call with mina, her cold tone still lingering in your mind. grabbing a towel, you wipe the sweat off your neck, muttering to yourself, “ferrari drama—what even is my life now?”

the shower feels like a reset button, washing away the lingering tension. when you step out, you grab your phone again, scrolling aimlessly through your messages. your thumb hovers over sana’s chat. she’d probably have something sarcastic to say about the whole ferrari thing, and honestly, you kind of want that right now.

how’s hiro? terrorizing everything already?

it takes less than a minute for her to reply.

of course. he takes after you. he’s currently declaring war on some poor stuffed giraffe.

you chuckle, shaking your head as you pace around the living room, still drying your hair. boredom creeps in, and before you know it, your fingers are typing again. yeah, and i have some drama to tell you. drama? oh, you’re coming over. hiro misses you anyway.

you don’t need more convincing. grabbing your keys, you head out, opting for a casual drive to sana’s place.

when you arrive, you open the door quickly while it swings open. hiro waddles toward you, his tiny hands outstretched.

“there’s my guy!” you scoop him up, laughing as he babbles something incomprehensible. sana leans against the doorframe, watching with a smirk.

“wow, i can tell you spoil him,” she says, closing the door behind you.

“can you blame me?” you joke, setting hiro down as he toddles back to his toys. you flop onto the couch, letting out a dramatic sigh. “so, where’s momo?”

sana shrugs, plopping down in a chair across from you. “dunno. she said something about errands. why, you miss her?”

“not particularly,” you say, smirking. “besides, i came here for the better company.”

“flattery will get you nowhere, and i'm saying that to momo,” she quips. “so, what’s this drama you were dying to tell me about?”

you lean back, running a hand through your hair. “someone gave me a ferrari.”

sana blinks, then bursts into laughter. “wait, wait, hold on. someone gave you a ferrari? what are you, a lottery winner now?”

“i wish,” you say, shaking your head. “no idea who it’s from. it just showed up at my doorstep with a fancy box and a key.”

“and you just… took it?” sana looks at you like you’ve lost your mind.

“what was i supposed to do? leave it there and risk someone else taking it?”

“wow.” she leans back, crossing her arms. “so, let me get this straight. someone mysteriously sends you a car, and instead of thinking, ‘this is sketchy,’ you think, ‘free ferrari’? you’re unbelievable.”

you shrug, grinning. “what can i say? i like nice things.”

hiro, oblivious to the conversation, crawls onto your lap, clutching a toy car in his tiny hands. “look, hiro already approves,” you say, holding up the toy. “he’s clearly a car enthusiast, just like me.”

sana rolls her eyes, laughing. “you’re both ridiculous.”

“ridiculous? or ahead of the curve?” you shoot back, bouncing hiro gently on your lap. “you’re just jealous no one sent you a ferrari.”

“oh, please.” sana leans forward, resting her chin in her hand. “even if someone did, i wouldn’t be dumb enough to actually drive it. what if it’s, like, a bribe or something?”

you snort. “a bribe? for what? to win over my nonexistent loyalty?”

“i mean, you are a lawyer,” she says, smirking. “who knows what shady deals you’re unknowingly part of?”

“says the woman who’s friends with someone who owns a ferrari.”

“correction—mysteriously owns a ferrari,” she quips, her grin widening. “and for the record, you’re lucky mina didn’t immediately torch the thing out of spite.”

you pause, recalling mina’s initial reaction. “oh, she was mad.”

“mad? understatement of the year,” sana says, leaning back with a knowing look. “you know, if i were her, i’d be freaking out, too. mysterious car, anonymous gift, my partner looking all cute— it’s a recipe for disaster.”

“cute?” you repeat, raising an eyebrow.

“oh, don’t let it go to your head,” she says, waving you off. “i’m just saying mina’s reaction is totally valid. i mean, who wouldn’t feel a little threatened?”

“right, because i’m so irresistible,” you joke, rolling your eyes.

“hey, your words, not mine.”

hiro clung to your neck like a koala, his little hands tugging gently at your shirt. you sat back on the couch, settling him on your chest while sana perched on the armrest, her gaze curious.

“okay, spill,” she said, crossing her arms. “who sends you a ferrari? is it someone trying to one-up mina or what?”

you snorted, running a hand through hiro’s soft hair. “god, i hope not. mina was already ready to storm the gates when i told her about it.”

sana leaned closer, her voice dropping conspiratorially. “so you really don’t know who sent it? no guesses?”

“none.” you shrugged, trying to seem indifferent even though you could tell sana was practically vibrating with curiosity. “it’s probably nothing. mina doesn’t even want me driving it. she said she’d ‘take care of it.’”

“take care of it?” sana echoed, raising an eyebrow. “that sounds ominous.”

“it’s mina. ominous is her second language.” you smirked, glancing at hiro, who was now dozing off. “besides, it’s not like i’m keeping it. mina thinks it's ridiculous. I'd say she's just jealous.”

sana shook her head, her laugh light but tinged with disbelief. “you’re way too chill about this. if someone sent me a ferrari, i’d at least want to know who thought it was worth it to give me something like that”

“that’s because you’re nosy,” you teased, adjusting hiro carefully. “i’m just trying to survive mina’s jealousy and keep the peace.”

sana rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her grin. “whatever, mystery car owner. just know, if it were momo, she'd be driving that thing straight out of the city before mina even got a whiff of it.”

“yeah, and she'd probably crash it before she hit second gear,” you shot back, earning a playful swat to your shoulder.

as the playful banter subsided, you glanced down at hiro, whose peaceful face was a stark contrast to the storm of events swirling around you lately.

“he’s really got you wrapped around his little finger, huh?” sana remarked softly, watching you.

“yeah,” you murmured, your voice fond. “can’t say i mind, though.”

sana smiled, her usual mischievousness giving way to something warmer. “you’re good with him. i can see why mina fell for you.”

you glanced up, surprised by her sincerity, but she quickly waved you off with a smirk. “don’t let it get to your head. you’re still a pain.”

“thanks, sana,” you deadpanned, shifting to lay hiro down gently on the couch.

the conversation fizzled out as you both sat in comfortable silence, the weight of the day settling in. still, you couldn’t help but feel that the mystery surrounding the car—and the sender—wasn’t over yet.

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you’re sprawled on the living room floor, glasses perched low on your nose, dressed in an old white t-shirt and grey sweatpants that have seen better days. hiro sits cross-legged beside you, his tiny hands fumbling with the colorful puzzle pieces you’ve been trying to help him with.

“it’s this one,” you say, pointing to a bright red piece. “look at the edges. see how it matches?”

hiro scrunches his face in determination before carefully slotting the piece into place. his delighted squeal is worth every second of the struggle.

“genius,” you declare, dramatically clapping your hands. “einstein would be jealous.”

“you really know how to hype someone up,” mina’s voice floats from behind you.

you glance over your shoulder to see her leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, an amused smile on her lips. she’s dressed in a sleek coat and tailored pants, every inch the composed heiress, but the fondness in her gaze softens her usual edge.

“hey, if you’ve got it, flaunt it,” you shoot back, pushing your glasses up. “though between the two of us, i’m not sure who’s rocking this look better.” you gesture at yourself, all rumpled and casual.

“no contest,” she quips, stepping into the room. “you win. i love when you wear your glasses"

hiro toddles over to her, raising his arms for her to pick him up. she obliges, balancing him on her hip with practiced ease.

“i need to head out,” she says, her tone casual. “dad's been missing hiro, and i thought… why not?”

you nod, stuffing your hands into your pockets. “i've heard. but good luck getting him to sit still in the car. he’s been full of energy all morning.”

“i think we’ll manage,” she replies, leaning in to brush a kiss against your cheek. “don’t work too hard while we’re gone.”

“me? overwork? never,” you joke, watching as she heads for the door.

the door closes behind them, and the apartment feels eerily quiet. you linger for a moment, staring at the spot where they stood, before heading to your office to skim through some briefs.

but as you sit down, your eyes fall on a small usb drive resting near your keyboard.

you’d forgotten all about it.

you pick it up, turning it over in your fingers. it’s nothing special—just a plain black drive—but your mind immediately goes to sehun. he’d handed it to you a week ago with a cryptic smile and a vague, "but be careful. you might not like the questions."

curiosity gnaws at you as you pick it up and plug it in. the screen flickers, and a folder opens automatically, revealing a list of files.

you scroll through, your frown deepening with every name you read.

dec7_met.docx.

p.i_report.pdf.

report_m_final.zip.

a strange, creeping unease settles over you as you spot a file named

{redacted ;)}

your chest tightens.

clicking on it reveals more files: a string of emails, blurry photos, and video clips. your heart pounds as you scan the dates—one in particular standing out.

{redacted ;)}

hovering over a video file, you hesitate. the cursor trembles, and every instinct screams at you to stop.

but you don’t.

you click.

the screen darkens, and the video starts to play.

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end of part four.

a/n — i'm so sorry for publishing late lmao i've been busy with school because for some reason school already started and we have no break ;-; AND ITS ALMOST MY BDAY GRAHHHHHHH

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⋆ STYLE; QUINN HUGHES. ⋆

when olivia and quinn had a situationship in college, as the years went by neither of them forgot what they had.

warnings: mentions of alcohol and driving while slightly drunk (please don't do this

pairing: quinn hughes x past situationship

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You and Quinn were the quintessential casual college couple. However, this relationship dynamic was bittersweet for you, especially when he casually placed his hand around your waist, evoking butterflies.

You cherished a memory of Quinn, but it didn't haunt your nights. Today, after a long day of your routine as a nutritionist, you decided to go for a walk at the invitation of Jack and some other mutual friends from college, who were all in town for the Devils-Rangers game.

You walked through the club's main door, peeking out to look for your friends and Jack but meeting a pair of blue eyes with a backwards cap and a beer in one hand. In order to feign custom, you walked up to them after nodding, praying your breath wouldn't catch as you greeted the (not) stranger next to Jack.

It was surprising that Quinn, Nico and even Luke were accompanying Jack to one of his celebrations. but you couldn't say you were upset, because you really weren't. After greeting everyone, only Quinn remained.

"Hi, Quinn", you say with a kiss on the cheek as he quickly places a hand on your waist, returning all the butterflies you swore were dead.

"It's been a while since I saw you for the last time, Olívia. How is the office going?" he asks before taking a long sip of his beer. He'd aged remarkably well.

"Amazing. Cait is my right hand, you know how it is." you say mentioning your best friend who suffered being the third wheel when it came to you and Quinn.

He chuckled in response. You took another look around the place, not taking long to spot your friends and move away from the group of men near the bar.

After a long time, your favorite club song comes on. Britney Spears was timeless. To you, Britney will always be a timeless icon.

Sipping your freshly-arrived martini from the bar, you hum the lyrics to Toxic as you dance to the floor with your friends who are even more excited than you. Before you know it, you're on your third martini and staring from afar at the blue eyes that seem to smile at you.

You and Quinn never talked about what you had in the past. It wasn't something that bothered you since you were always good friends, but the question of "what could we have been?" always lingered in your head.

During your cloud of thoughts, you barely notice that your friends have hitched a ride home in the arms of tall blond men who seem to be enjoying the women's cheer. You go to the bar to get a bottle of water and find Quinn ordering the Rum and Coke, her favorite drink.

"Still into this?" you say close to your ear due to loud music.

Quinn, in response, lets out a low laugh as he quickly looks away from her mouth to her eyes. "Still into in so many things." He says, taking a sip of his drink and staring at you with dilated pupils. You remember loving to watch that change in his eyes and how it was one of your favorite details. "Your friends seem to be having fun. Do you need a ride home?"

You rethink the proposal in your mind. Bringing things from the past into the present wasn't really something you did, but with Quinn things had always been different, which makes you nod almost involuntarily.

Quinn then reaches behind his back as he makes way through the small crowd to the club's entrance, opening the car afterward.

For some stupid introverted reason, Luke and Nico were in the backseat of the car having a argument about, if you heard right, "why women never go to the bathroom without their friends".

"I'm telling you, dude! It must be some kind of cult or secret group. It doesn't make any sense to go in a group to a place like that." Nico says with an expression of someone who was discussing a super serious matter while Luke just nodded.

"You guys look like Chandler and Joey" you say as you feel a sting in your eye. You hated it when a hair from your eyelashes fell into your eye while you had mascara on. "I think I got something in my eye, can you blow it out?" you say quickly turning to Quinn who huffed and then gave you a quick kiss on the cheek.

You found the act affectionate, but you still didn't know if it was an act of friendship or of friends with benefits like in the old days. Quinn was affectionate even before you thought about being more than friends. Faking a fake cough, Luke says he needs to go back to pick up Jack with the other friends, noting that they will use Nico's car to get home when Quinn inquires.

"So..." Quinn says as he turns the key in the car, making it move "How is your life going? outside of work."

"I haven't had time for much" You said with a slightly tired voice. It was Friday and you had spent the day putting together diets for an entire soccer team. You loved your job, but it was undeniable how tired it got to you sometimes. "You know, family time and all that stuff. I still do game night on the first day of the month." you say turning to face him. Quinn has a serene expression looking at the track, until he stops at a red light.

"I loved the game nights" he says, his eyes shining as he stares at you. "I miss this."

You just shook your head in response. You didn't want to talk about old traditions with Quinn. You wanted to step on the gas pedal of that car and get home as quickly as possible. Running away from discomfort? No. Avoiding problems? Maybe.

"How are things with Cassie?" you asked with a pang in your heart. You had heard rumors through your friends (who were still in touch with some people from high school) about Quinn's relationship with a model.

"Well, there's no more Cassie. I ended things months ago."

Awkward silence.

"Listen" he started. "I'll be honest with you. Months ago, Caity posted a story with you in it."

He took a breath, turning the corner of his house and stopping on the street in front of the door. "And, Olívia, you looked stunning. I haven't been able to get you out of my head since that day. I know I should have said this when we still had something, but" you stop him with a kiss.

You kissed in a different way than you had ever kissed before. It was different. Now it seemed like nothing could stop you.

His hands pulled your thigh into his lap as he placed his hands between your waist and the back of your neck. Butterflies seemed to crush the skin of your stomach as you placed kisses on Quinn's neck, hearing his murmur in response.

You tangled your hands in the curls at the nape of his neck, which seemed a little longer now. You couldn't deny how attractive it was, especially with the minty scent coming from him.

"Olivia, please" he says, in a whisper as he tries to dodge the kisses on your neck. "Tell me you feel the same way." he looks at you with eyes that seem to beg for a single correct answer.

You knew you couldn't be sure of a stable relationship considering both of your professional lives, but having a concrete thing with Quinn was something you wanted since you met him.

"I feel. I swear I feel. We need to talk calmly about how this will go in the future but honestly I don't want to do that right now." you say, taking his hand to your waist again, begging him to understand what you mean, having a genuine smile followed by a laugh in response.

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01hughesslut: the same outfit as jack's deleted story in public story... i mean should we celebrate?

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a/n: so nervous doing this, think i edited it like 45 times 😭

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TRANSLATOR ;; One secret in Vought was that Black Noir had a interpretor of sorts, someone who understood him. Said person is the one everyone finds to figure out what Noir wants.

01.01.25 Masterlist

The breakroom at Vought Tower was as sterile as ever, filled with tense employees who were more interested in avoiding the Seven than socializing. But when Black Noir entered, the energy shifted. His silent presence was enough to command attention. No one dared to make eye contact except for one person sitting near the vending machines.

You glanced up from your cup of tea and gave him a small nod. "You're early today."

Noir paused, standing tall in front of you, head tilting slightly. He didn't need words to communicate. You knew him better than anyone else in this building. It was an odd position to be in, but somehow, you'd become Noir's unofficial interpreter. It started with simple observations—learning the way his shoulders tensed when he was displeased, the particular way he acted when he was hungry. Now, you were the only one who could translate his intent with certainty.

"You need something?" you asked, watching as Noir's head turned towards the vending machine. A small, nearly imperceptible gesture. "Ah. Orange juice. Got it."

You stood up, inserted a few bills, and punched in the code for his favorite morning beverge. The machine clunked, and you retrieved it, placing it in his gloved hand. Noir gave a slight, approving nod.

"You know, you could ask the others for this stuff," you teased, but the idea was laughable. The rest of the Seven tiptoed around Noir like he was a landmine waiting to explode. Homelander barely acknowledged him. Queen Maeve kept her distance. The Deep avoided him altogether. A-Train didn't like his silence. No one liked his silence, it felt like they were being surveillance.

When Noir wanted something, they all sought you out.

It wasn't just about vending machine snacks and drinks. Sometimes, Vought executives cornered you after meetings. "Hey, can you check with Noir? We need to know if he's on board with the new PR stunt." Or, "Ask Noir if he can make that appearance at the gala." You would dutifully track him down, translate his silent answers, and relay them back. No one questioned why he trusted you. They were simply relieved you existed.

"You want to stick around for a bit?" you asked, gesturing to the empty chair beside you, ignoring all the peering eyes of your coworkers. Noir hesitated but eventually sat down, carefully unwrapping his straw in front of you.

You sipped your tea and watched him. It was strange, this partnership. Noir was an enigma wrapped in layers of leather and silence. But around you, he seemed…normal, almost. Comfortable.

"You know, I think they imagine we have secret conversations about world domination or something," you said with a smirk. "Like you're telling me all of Vought's secrets."

Noir glanced at you. You felt that he was enjoying that idea.

A few moments of silence passed before the door to the breakroom swung open, everyone grew silent as Ashley strode in, tablet in hand. She froze when she saw Noir sitting there, and then her eyes locked onto you like a lifeline.

Noir didn't look at her, instead he kept his gaze on you. He found it was the most comfortable, considering everyone felt as though he was a silent stalker of sorts.

"Oh, thank God. Hey, could you—?" Ashley gestured awkwardly at Noir. "We need him to sign off on the new action figure design. Could you just… you know, check?"

You sighed. "He's sitting right there, Ashley."

"Yeah, I just… You have a better way with him. Please?" She smiled nervously.

You turned to Noir. "What do you think? New action figure?"

Noir stayed still for a moment before slowly tilting his head to his left.

"He said it's fine."

"Great! Thank you!" She nearly sprinted out of the room.

You shook your head, "They act like you're going to rip their heads off."

Noir shrugged. Maybe he would, maybe he wouldn't. It was part of the mystery.

The two of you sat in companionable silence for a while longer until Noir finished his drink. He stood up, giving you a parting nod before heading for the door. Just before he left, he paused, glanced over his shoulder, and held up his hand in a small wave.

"See you tomorrow," you responded.

It wasn't a flashy friendship. There were no dramatic moments, no heart-to-hearts. But in the sterile, cold environment of Vought Tower, your quiet partnership with Black Noir was one of the few genuine connections you had. And for some reason, that was enough to keep the both of you sane.

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One for the Ages - a Kakashi x fem!Reader fic

Chapter 5/5

(Back to Chapter 1, Chapter 4)

Author's note: Thank you guys for following this series! Although this is the last chapter, I have more ideas for these two, so might revisit in the future. In the meantime, if anyone has any requests, I'd be excited to try prompt writing! I hope you enjoy the ending, happy reading! <3

Word count: 2.4k

Summary (from part 1): A new shinobi joins the Konoha ranks and Kakashi finds himself inexplicably drawn to her. Gai also appears in this one!

Warnings: none in this chapter!

Enjoy! ♡

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Kakashi had tried his best to put Y/N out of his mind throughout the day, but the thought kept pestering him. He kept imagining her laugh, throwing her head back at something Genma said, and he would almost see red at the thought of it. Even worse, the idea of the two of them hooking up, would send him spiralling. As the evening drew nearer, he selfishly decided he needed to intervene.

He felt so guilty spying on them, as they stumbled towards her flat, but more than anything, he was annoyed at the fact that she'd invited him back. Deep down he knew how unfair and irrational his actions were, but he just couldn't stop himself from pressing further.

He hadn't even dropped his book the previous night. He just needed an excuse to interrupt their evening. Kakashi had used a substitution jutsu on a random box he'd found hiding under her bed, in support of his alibi. Despite his shame at how low he had stooped, part of him felt a sense of satisfaction from stepping in and showing the other jōnin who's territory this was. Then again, he had no right to claim Y/N as his own.

Burdened by these contradicting thoughts, Kakashi fled to his usual haunt - the park bench, where he'd bumped into her all those nights ago.

Back at her flat, Y/N sat down heavily. Although feeling mostly sober by now, her thoughts were at a disarray. She was upset by Genma's departure, she thought they had great chemistry and felt disappointed by his easy surrender. Having said that, she couldn't entirely blame the guy. Kakashi's notoriety followed him around, the awful nickname 'friend-killer' on everyone's minds when he walked passed. She wasn't afraid of him, but she could understand Genma not wanting to get on his bad side.

Oh, Kakashi. Just thinking about his antics earlier made her furious. What was he playing at, storming in there like that, pretending he'd spent the night with her. The more she played the scene over in her head, the more riled up she became. His nonchalant tone and sarcastic manners burned inside her mind's eye. He must've done it on purpose. But for what reason?!

Starting to feel herself go crazy, Y/N decided that she needed to confront the gray-haired trickster. And she knew exactly where to find him.

Unsurprisingly, he was in the park as if expecting her. She stormed towards him, unconcerned by the late hour.

"What the hell was that back there?" She demanded, letting her anger loose on him.

"I don't know what you mean." Kakashi acted casual, not looking up from his book.

"Oh please! You and I both know you have a million copies of that book, stashed in your house. This was deliberate!"

"I take it he's left, seeing as you're here, shouting at me."

"I'm not..." she had to consciously lower her voice. "I'm not shouting at you. And yes, what did you expect after that scene you caused. How did you even know he was there?!"

"I hear things." His sarcasm was infuriating.

"Why, Kakashi? What could you have possibly had to gain from embarrassing me like that?"

"Well, if you must know, Genma's a notorious playboy. I didn't think he was good enough for you." He replied, trying to convince himself as much as her that this had been his motivation.

She was astounded by his audacity. Recovering her composure, she spat back at him:

"Frankly, that's none of your business!"

"As your friend, I thought it my duty to intervene and..."

"No!" She cut him off, losing her nerve entirely. "You lost any authority over my lovelife the second you refused to be the focus of it." Her voice was no longer angry, but riddled with sorrow. Refusing to let herself fall apart in front of him, Y/N turned around and ran back to her flat, leaving a guilt-riddled Kakashi behind.

"Oh, boy...what have I done." He sighed into the night.

His earlier satisfaction from achieving his goal had completely disappeared, substituted by shame and regret. He'd recognised the hurt in her voice, forcing him to realise how he'd toyed with her tonight. He put his head in his hands in desperation.

One thing remained unclear to him; why had he done it? He'd acted almost impulsively, refusing to acknowledge a simple truth. Whether he wanted to or not, he was finally faced with an answer - he'd been jealous. Of course, he knew he had feelings for her, but he'd tried so hard to repress them for fear of losing her like so many before, that he'd hardly acknowledged them. And now... In his ignorance, he'd acted foolishly and threatened to lose her anyway.

"I have to fix this." He said to himself, still unsure of his next move.

Over the next few days, the rookie genin teams competed in the preliminary round of the chunin exam, where their numbers were significantly depleted. The remaining kids would go on to face each other in the finals, a month later. The Hokage called an assembly of all chunin and jōnin of the village.

"As you all know, many influential lords and politicians will be joining us during the final stage of the chunin exam. We need to showcase not only our village's strength, but our financial merits as well." The Hokage spoke.

"This is why, we are hosting an event to gain new investors, who will support our shinobi training program. It'll be held in one week, and I have personally invited some of the wealthiest merchants and title holders. I expect you all to attend and work towards charming our guests."

Great, Y/N thought, she only had a month to prepare Shino for the final matches, and now this.

None of the attendees seemed particularly pleased by the news, but one look at the Hokage's stern expression, and they all knew they had to do what was expected of them.

Leaving the meeting auditorium, it was Kakashi's turn to pull Y/N aside.

"Can we talk?" He said. Seeing her reluctance, he added a please at the end of his question.

She sighed and led him to a corner in the hallway, where it was quiet. They hadn't seen each other since that awful argument, but it still felt as fresh as the night it happened.

"Y/N, you have to know how sorry I am. I acted stupidly and things got out of control. I never meant to hurt you, truly." Kakashi looked genuinely remorseful as he spoke.

She'd planned on staying mad at him, but his sincerity cracked her stern exterior. There was no point in denying it, she had a soft spot for him, and she would forgive anything. But things couldn't go on like this.

She took a deep breath, letting her guard down.

"I want to be your friend, Kakashi, I really do. But I think we should stop with the late nights and surprise visits...both of us." She trailed off, avoiding his eye. She knew he'd be disappointed, upset even. She knew it, because her own heart was breaking as she spoke.

"We've gotten ourselves so emotionally intertwined, I think we can't lay any boundaries anymore."

He didn't interrupted her, didn't argue. How could he, when what she was saying was the truth.

"We can be friendly around each other... just not in the way we have been so far." She concluded.

Kakashi nodded silently. They remained in place for a moment.

"If that is what you want." He finally spoke, then promptly turned around and walked away.

Y/N sighed. What she had wanted was to be with him, but he'd taken that possibility away. Now it seemed they were both hurting.

The following week passed quickly. Between training with Shino and her other jōnin duties, Y/N had hardly any time to dwell on her recent personal drama, and she was glad for it. Only at night, when sleep would undoubtedly evade her, she desperately wished to see him, fighting the urge to seek him out with all her strength.

"It'll get easier." She kept telling herself, never fully believing it.

Kakashi applied himself vigorously to training Sasuke, even teaching him the chidori. He was somber and quiet the rest of the time, which wasn't unusual for the typically withdrawn copy-ninja, or at least so it seemed on the outside. In truth, he was suffering at the loss of Y/N more than he wanted to admit.

He would roam around the village at night, hoping to bump into her, if even for a second, then quickly hiding at the faintest of sounds, ashamed of his actions. He wanted to respect her wishes, yet his heart ached more and more with each day he kept away. He was beginning to realise that the most foolish thing he had done, was deny his feelings for her. He'd shown her everything, up to his rotten core, and she hadn't looked away. Kakashi loved her for that. Kakashi loved her. But wasn't it too late?

The investor event came along. It was to be held in the assembly halls, with live music, drinks and dancing. Although not entirely willing, the village shinobi put on their best clothes and their brightest smiles, to fulfil their duties for their homeland. Even if those duties were to charm the wealthy businessmen and women, whose money they needed.

Y/N wore her best yukata to the event, her hair neatly pinned back and with flowers tucked in it. As she walked into the brightly lit room, she was met by a dazzling Gai.

"Y/N, you're a vision of spring and beauty!" He said, taking her hand in his. "With your good looks and mine, we're sure to get some hearts racing tonight! And some money in our pockets" He whispered the last statement and winked at her.

She giggled at his usual flamboyance and allowed him to lead her away towards some guests. She was listening to a boring conversation between two merchants and politely smiling along, when she spotted Kakashi walking in. He wore a dark grey hakama over his kimono, which made him stand out in the crowd. Her first thought was how handsome he looked, but she quickly scolded herself over it and instead motioned a wave, when he looked her way. To her surprise, Kakashi didn't respond, but quickly ducked and disappeared amongst the pool of people. She wondered if he maybe hadn't seen her.

As the night began unfolding, music started playing and couples came out on the dance floor. Suddenly, Y/N found herself swarmed with suitors, asking her to dance one after the other. Bound to her duty, she obliged the guests, but every time one of them spun her around, her eyes would seek out Kakashi. And without a doubt, every time her gaze fell upon his, he'd turn away.

A group dance was organised, where couples would join in and switch partners at different intervals. An older gentleman, who traded with ships (or so she was told) asked her to dance. She smiled sweetly and offered him her hand, despite feeling exhausted by this point. At least she'd stumbled upon a good dancer, as he expertly led and twirled her around.

Upon switching partners, she was pulled in by a familiar embrace. Kakashi held her tight, as he maneuvered them both swiftly along the dancefloor.

"He dances." She said, feigning surprise.

"Well, when the Hokage's wife drags you out, it's hard to refuse." Kakashi let out a slight chuckle.

She scoffed at that, the cheerful glint in her eyes betraying her true feelings. It was a relief to see him smile again.

"You've been avoiding me tonight." She said matter-of-factly.

Kakashi cleared his throat.

"I'm surprised you noticed with all the men throwing themselves at you." His voice sarcastic, yet strained.

"Does it bother you?" Her eyes widened in curiosity. She couldn't help but push on.

"Of course it bothers me." His sincerity surprised her. Usually with him, it was all cloak and dagger, so why the sudden reveal? She felt the familiar feelings of confusion and hurt rising up in her.

"You must know by now that none of that matters to me." She whispered, loosing the grip on her emotions somewhat.

"And why not?" His gaze intensely focused on her expression, trying to read it.

"Kakashi..." She hesitated.

"I want to hear you say it." He pressed further leaning into her ear, his voice just above a whisper.

Sensing the exhaustion take over, she felt like she was going to crack. It was too much, being so close to him, wondering if he was toying with her again.

"I... I can't do this!" Y/N pulled away from him, running towards the entrance. A few heads turned to look at Kakashi, eyes filled with curiosity. Kurenai ran over to him.

"What happened?"

"Nothing."

"I better go and check on her." The female jōnin looked concerned.

"No, don't. I'll go after her." He interjected, leaving the dance floor.

Once outside, he spotted her walking away in rushed steps.

"Y/N, wait!" He called after her, running to shorten the distance between them.

She stopped and turned towards him. When he reached her, he could see tears gleaming in the corner of her eyes.

"Wait for what, Kakashi? I can't keeping doing this with you. This back and forth, this game..." She trailed off, her voice shaky.

Kakashi reached his hand and gently wiped her wet cheek.

"Y/N, I've been a fool." Was the only thing he managed to say.

"What on earth do you mean?" She was still angry with him, an anger born out of hurt.

"Denying what my heart has been aching for, this whole time." His palm rested on her cheek, the way hers once had, when he'd shown her the sharingan.

The sorrow in her eyes turned to surprise, then to hope. She leaned into his hand, taking a step closer to him.

"And what is it that you've been aching for?" She asked softly.

Kakashi sighed.

"You know."

"I want to hear you say it." She echoed his words from earlier.

He watched her for a moment, taking in her beautiful, tear-stained face.

"You."

At those words, she closed the remaining distance between them, pulling him into a passionate kiss. Weaving her arms around his neck, his own wrapping around her waist, their bodies intertwined as their lips devoured each other. When they finally pulled back to take a deep breath, they were both smiling widely.

"Take me home, Kakashi." She whispered.

He took her hand in his and led her back, both hearts soaring at the feeling of surrender.

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@duckingmetal @junksmah @jinnyart06 thank you for your support guys <3

[sarangwonie]

★彡 I CAN’T QUIT YOU | YANG JUNGWON

pairing: yang jungwon x female reader

genre: idol!jungwon, idol!reader, cold!jungwon, soft!reader, angst, tiniest bit of fluff, comfort

notes: this is my first time postin in tumblr >< so the aesthetics might be messy but enjoy!

It was no secret that one of the hardest things you'll ever have to endure as an idol's significant other is a world tour. If the sheer distance doesn't kill your relationship then the differing time zones definitely will. However you were optimistic. Being an idol yourself? You were well aware of the romantic setbacks of your profession.

And besides… this was Yang Jungwon we were talking about. The same doe-eyed boy that used to leave chocolates in your locker when you were still trainees. The same doe-eyed boy that asked around for your number just to ask you out. The same doe-eyed boy you loved and loved you back.

Yang Jungwon would never do anything to intentionally hurt you. Or so you hoped.

So, like the optimist you claimed to be, there you stood in front of your boyfriend's dorm a day afer their arrival in Seoul and a week after the conclusion of their ten month long tour. You take a deep breath before breaking into a practiced smile.

It'll be fine. You say to yourself— trying to build enough courage to ring the doorbell. Eventually, in another minute or five— you do.

“(Y/N)!” Suhwan was the first to greet you— having swung the door open for you. With an excited smile gracing his features he instantly pulls you into a friendly embrace. “How long has it been? We've missed you!” Suhwan has been the boy's manager since debut. You've always seen him as older brother though— having formed a bond over the years.

“Too long…” You grumble with pouted lips. Though something was already eating at your insides. “And it's their first day back! Of course I'd surprise them.” It twisted and turned.

Suhwan raises an eyebrow suspiciously, “Really? You sure you're not here to visit that little boyfriend of yours?” He accuses teasingly. Oh so he doesn't know? Doesn't know about your otherwise radio silent relationship with his group's leader.

That's a good thing… right?

Eversince Jungwon had gone on tour he's been different. It started with responding to texts late to which— you gave the benefit of the doubt to because of course? You were in a constant two to twelve hour time difference. It couldn't be helped right? But then— he started ignoring your nightly tradition of facetiming.

Which again? You attempted to chalk up to stress or fatigue. Though that never quiet sat right with you. What really did it for you though was when he wouldn't even talk to you. No more good morning or night texts. No more random selfies or videos. No more updates.

You'd go days sometimes even weeks without a single conversation. And even on his day offs? He'd refuse to take you out or to even see you. Reasoning his exhaustion or previously set family plans.

And though you hid it pretty well— exhausting yourself with your own work— it was really starting to break you. You were starting to grow numb from all the overthinking, crying, and sleepless nights. Feeling as if your heart was being ripped apart every single time he'd reply coldly or blatantly disregard your needs.

You won't quit though. If he couldn't be there for the both of you… couldn't love enough for the two of you. You would. And that goes both ways. That was the promise you made as trainee. Albeit a little naive but at the time? You both meant it.

He still loves me. Despite the uncertainty around your relationship. This much you were sure of. He promised. He promised you he'd love you. No matter what. No matter the circumstances.

“I got snacks for everyone!” She misdirects the conversation. Being unable to answer Suhwan's question directly, hoping her crescent like eyes were enough to distract him. Thankfully, they were.

Suhwan nods in acknowledgement “Go give it to them then! They'll love to see you.” You sure hope so, “They're in the living room.” He informs— so without another second of delay, you nervously made your way to the living room where they all seemed to be.

You were just about to make your presence known when suddenly, you hear Jay speaking, starting a seemingly timely conversation. “So? Are you going to talk about it now? Talk about why you've been ignoring your girlfriend?” Guess you weren't safe after all. Of course the boys would know. “I can't keep updating her for the two of you Won. She's trying so hard to reconnect with you. What is it with you that you just won't let her?”

Okay, you were guilty of that. Sometimes, you'd text Jay to ask about Jungwon when he wouldn't reply. It was only harmless things like— has he been eating right? Or sleeping well. You didn't think he'd notice from that alone. You underestimated his foresight with these kinds of things.

There was a long pause before you finally heard your boyfriend's voice. It's been so long that it almost felt unnatural. It was hard to believe that— that same voice used to comfort you so much. “She's just…” You heard contemplation in his tone. As if he just couldn't admit to it. “I didn't know that being on tour would be this hard.”

In some sick and twisted way that you were most definitely going to chalk it up to love, hearing him say that made you feel bad. Almost enough to forgive him for all the torment he's put you through.

“While we were on tour I had to be a leader and an artist twenty-four seven— every single day— for months. And it really… overwhelmed me.” You hear him mumble in response. As if piecing together his thoughts. “And eventually, even being a boyfriend became too much for me. She became too much for me.”

“She’s was always asking me to text her more, asking for updates, asking to call, and asking to spend my day offs with her. She started to feel like an obligation and I just… couldn't bring myself to want… to do those things for her. I was already thinking of so much.”

You slowly feel your resolve crumbling. You were barely holding it in.

“I know it doesn't seem like it but I'm trying…” He continues, “I've been forcing myself to text her back and give her a call but I just couldn't do it? It didn't feel genuine. It felt like I was just doing it for the sake of it. I was already being an asshole. The least I could do was be honest.”

“And you've felt like that for months? You've been leading her on like this for months?” Jay asks almost in disbelief. “Do you even love her anymore Won?”

You take a step back at that point. You refused to hear it. He could say all that he's said over and over again and you'd take it. But hearing him say that he didn't love you anymore? That was a finality you weren't ready for. Not right now. “(Y/N)?” Suhwan whispers to you— taking you out of your trance. His eyes full of worry, having heard the conversation himself.

“I’ll go…” You mumble softly, still a small smile on your teary-eyed face, handing him the snacks you spent all night preparing. “Don't tell them okay?” You say, almost breaking Suhwan's heart at the sight.

He watched as you ran out the door— unsure if you'll ever come back.

You couldn't quit him. You knew you'd regret it. But what good was this relationship going to do for you— if he had already quit you.

[wandixx]

Date in the Ghost Zone

@seamistagle

Sorry it took so long, I've cjaged ideas, like, five times along the way because my dating expirience is almost none existant. To make up for that, I decided to write them kissing (i also have no expierience in that) but anyway, I hope you'll like it

“Hi starlight!” a voice rang from her ceiling. At this point, she didn't even startle, too used to Danny's dramatics. Popping out of nowhere, halfway through solid objects was so low on the list of shenanigans that she didn't even respond until she finished a scene of the “Hello, Megan!” episode she was rewatching. That's what he got for not using the door and knocking like civilized humans should.

“Hello sunshine“ She leaned back in her chair and smiled at her boyfriend “What brings you to my humble chamber?”

“You're busy this weekend and it's not a question. We're going on a date” he said, determined and anxious in a way that usually translated to ‘I have an unconventional date idea and I hope you like it’. Her smile widened. She loved Danny's unconventional ideas.

“Sure love, do I need to bring something with me?” She started slowly flying up, careful to not be fast enough to bring Danny's attention to it. He took a moment to consider her question but eventually shook his head.

“I'll get everything ready. Just come to Amity on Saturday morning and let everyone know we will be offline whole weekend”

Her smile got a bit softer. Whole weekend with Danny sounded like a dream, especially after a period when life stuff kept them apart for almost a month.

“Alright,” she just needed to stall a little longer. “Can I make cookies though?“

Just a bit higher, less than two feet.

Danny visibly brightened, looking every bit like an angel from an old painting. 

“I'll never say no to your cookies”

“I know,” she said and kissed him. His lips were cold and dry as if he spent just a bit too long on the snow, like always when she made out with him as a ghost. She loved every millisecond of the experience. 

Obviously, she also loved when he was human, warm and soft and breathing.

She just adored every bit of her boyfriend, okay?

She let go to take a breath, relishing in a way Danny blushed and spluttered. He was an adorable mess every time she so much as smooched him. 

(She said, as if she wasn't exactly the same).

“I love you. See you on Saturday“

“Yeah… See you”

***

Danny carefully stared at M'gann when he phased blindfold off her face. It wasn't as much of a surprise as he wished it could be, there wasn’t many places where could he go to from his house, especially ones that she didn’t see already. But he wanted to give her just this little thing, so he lead her in a little bit further.

She seemed to like it, if his reading of her emotional projection was correct. Apparently he should know it instinctually but he was just tad too alive for the instinct to kick in. From what he knew about M'gann, she liked it. Maybe.

“It's… really green”

Danny blinked. How was he supposed to respond to that?

They both snorted the moment they caught each other's eyes.

“I mean… you warned me but wow–” she said, clearly suppressing out right laughter “–even air is green”

“That's Ghost Zone for you! Green over green with green undertones”

That won him a laugh. Ancients, there weren't many things more beautiful than this laugh and he was willing to do far too much for it. 

“Alright, let's go, I have so much to show you. We won't be able to get to Martian sector now, but if you want, we can save more time next–”

“Later. Show me around now, please”

“As you wish”

He grabbed her wrist to lead the way.

***

Danny didn’t stumble when landing on the snow, he didn’t. He just kinda slipped and almost ate dirt or well, ice. M’gann of course was graceful as if she was born in the air. Actually, for all he knew, she could be.

This was not a moment to think about it.

“Welcome to Far Frozen, literally and figuratively the chillest place in the Ghost Zone” he said with a cheeky grin, trying to sound like and overenthusiastic tour guide. They both quite enjoyed when he was in this role.

“This is the Yeti part, right?”

“Exactly! And the main prize goes to- oh!”

Something small and fluffy hit him in the stomach, tiny hands wrapping around him and forcing breath out of his lungs.

“Phantom!”

“Icefang! It’s great to see you kiddo!” he said, hugging little yeti back. “And you guys too!” he yelled, so group running up to them could hear him.

There was something incredibly funny in a fact that there was group of ghost children who treated him as this cool older friend. No way anyone on the living side could ever consider him that.

“Who is that?” one of them asked, pointing at M’gann like there was anyone else they could mean. She smiled and waved at them.

“This is Miss Martian, my girlfriend!” Ancients, they were together for months and being able to call her that still made him giddy “I’m giving her a tour through coolest places in the Realms”

“It’s nice to meet you all, Phantom talked a lot about you”

He wouldn’t say he talked a lot about them, but he certainly mentioned them from time to time… Like the time when he spent half an hour excitedly explaining how Snowstorm managed one fight move he thought them or how Snowdrop made him really cute drawing or… okay, so maybe this counted as a lot.

“Hi, what is girlfriend?” Icefang asked, cocking his head to the side while other kids stopped behind him and also peered curiously.

“Did you say girlfriend?! It’s a special friend with kissing and saying dumb things!” Snowstorm yelled running up to them, clearly winded. Danny hoped they were late because they had to finish dinner or something instead of getting into yet another trouble. They were magnet, really, Fenton Luck wasn’t as bad as- “Like Snowflake and Frost Junior!” nevermind, little shit could be in all the trouble they found. These two were famous among his little group as an embarrassing teen couple and equating him and M’gann to them was an untrue insult, thank you very much.

Kids giggled, because of course they did. Danny rolled his eyes. M��gann seemed to catch enough to realize the weight of the ‘they’re just like Snowflake and Frost Junior’ insult.

“I’d say that Snowstorm is lying but I know you won’t believe me. Sorry I won’t play with you, today I wanted to just walk around with Miss Martian. We will play extra long next time, alright?”

M’gann leaned on him a bit, projecting tiniest bit of playful possessiveness, as if she tried to tell kids ‘mine now’ and barely stopped herself from laughing. Icefang looked up, up, up at her, eyes narrowed and mouth twisted, like she was most hated person in the whole world. Maybe she was actually. From kids perspective she was someone, who was taking away his cool friend.

“We should put her through Trial of Ice” he almost hissed, like it was the worst thing they could do to her. It certainly wasn’t, but he still would prefer to not go through that.

Danny cursed inwardly, because he really should’ve remember about that when he decided to bring M’gann here. It was supposed to be calm pretty date not… that.

There was quiet ping in the back of his mind, a warning that the Mindlink was established.

“Am I supposed to be scared?” she asked, without an ounce of fear.

“You’ve certainly fought harder battles, but they probably won’t leave us alone unless we do it”

“Isn’t Trial of Ice a family thing?”

“Have your family done that?” Snowstorm asked, in this truly condescending way that only preteens managed to access.

“Well, they haven’t met her and they’re human so…”

“You see? We’re picking up their slack. Now, enough yapping, Phantom go over there, to your place”

“We can evacuate if you don’t want to indulge them”

It certainly wouldn’t make kids happy, but he didn’t want to pressure Meg into anything.

“Why would we?”

Well, who was he to disagree with all of them. He walked over to the place Snowstorm pointed.

“How will it look like?” she asked out loud, leaning down a bit to be closer to kids level “It’s probably obvious to you, but I don’t know the rules”

She looked at them like it was genuinely important to her, like it was almost life and death and Danny was once again reminded why he loved this girl so much and that he could and would commit great crimes for her.

Icefang perked up like an overeager puppy. If there was one sure way to buy his favor it was by letting him share his knowledge. Or have cookies, cookies also worked.

“You have to prove your decli- degi- deti-”

“Dedication”

“Right, that, thank you Briarheart, and show that you’re worth being Phantom’s special kissing friend. To do that, you need to get through us and kiss him while we will do all we can to stop you, mostly by throwing stuff at you. You can use your powers but if we hit you ten times you loose and can’t be Phantom’s kissing friend anymore”

“You can’t fly out of the throwing range for more than ten seconds and can’t phase through the ground”

“Alright, I get it. I have one question. One of my powers is that I can move things without touching them, can I just use it to move Phantom to me?”

“No, he has to stay were he is”

“That’s what I thought, thank you”

Snowdrop tugged at small bit of Snowstorm’s fur and started signing rapidly. Danny was learning Yeti Sign Language but it was slow going, mostly because of everything else he had to get done at the same time. But he was learning when he had time! He even understood a few signs! Not enough to actually catch what she was saying but… Yeah, no, he should do better.

“Good point Snowdrop”

“I didn’t see what did she say?”

“You can just say you can’t read yet Icefang. She said that we should put Phantom through Trial of Ice too. It’s always to ways thing”

“Aw, thank you sweetheart”

“We won’t be good for the task though” Briarheart Junior pointed out, always the rational one “Phantom is our friend so we won’t put up good fight against him. Someone else needs to do that”

Yeti kids all started nodding with various levels of enthusiasm. Snowstorm seemed to already think about logistics and candidates since, again, it was Snowstorm, their involvement could only mean chaos.

“Give us two weeks, we’ll be back with candidates by then”

M’gann looked like she tried to hold back laughter. Instead, she nodded and thanked them again. Snowstorm told everyone to move to their positions, with M’gann exactly one hundred twenty three ‘big steps’ away from him. Then Icefang got to use new trick he learned and made wall around Danny. It was less than one feet high, but they really didn’t need anything higher. He was sufficiently praised for it, which made him smile brightly enough to rival the sun.

For all it’s worth, Trial of Ice was pretty boring when he was the prize. Don’t get him wrong, he was proud of the kids whenever they did some trick he thought them and M’gann ‘fighting’ was one of the hottest thing he could imagine, but still. He itched to join.

Or maybe not. He liked what he was seeing. M’gann changed her clothes into something resembling her night suit, just in white and pale blue to better match surroundings. It looked good on her, emphasizing lines of her body and how they changed in the movement, in such way that he couldn’t drag his eye away from her. He didn’t often get the chance to admire her like in action, to look at the way she was in the air, when she evaded attacks, all grace and power and precision. Usually he was right next to her, or if sidelined, too stressed for her life to ever really look.

He could appreciate this chance.

It made him once again wonder how he managed to get someone as amazing to date him. Like, really, how did it happen?!

This train of thought was abandoned when after last refined loop M’gann descended right in front of him. He looked at her face, maybe bordering on staring but how could he not? How could he not stare at her freckles highlighted by the teal blush from all the exercise? How could he not stare at her perfectly shaped lips, now that he knew how they felt against his?

Damn it, he wanted to kiss this girl five minutes ago.

M’gann leaned forward, close enough that puffs of their breaths mixed together.

“You realize I can still hear all of your thoughts?”

He did, actually, not realize that.

“Good thing, I’m not thinking about anything you shouldn’t hear then”

She finally did kiss him after that, though unfortunately it was just a quick smooch (he said as if it didn’t leave him just a little bit brain scrambled for a moment and wait did she use blackberry lip balm? It was hard to tell when their lips barely touched). Then she grabbed his elbow and dragged him up and away before he fully caught up what was going on. Mock noises of disgust turned into open protest when kids realized they were getting away.

Danny and M’gann kinda laughed as they were sprinting away before kids could caught up to them. It took him a moment to calm down enough to scrap whatever he knew about Far Frozen, so he could point them somewhere where they could hide out until kids got distracted (about half an hour at most).

They dipped into some small ice cavern and curled up next to each other, still slightly shaking from giggles. There was enough room to sit straighter and keep personal space but they didn’t want to.

M’gann laid her head on his shoulder.

“This is so weird, you know? Nice, but weird. Like uncanny valley but without uncomfortable part. Or at least not as much of uncomfortable part”

***

M’gann wasn’t sure why she kept talking after Danny hummed with small projection of curiosity. It would probably just sour the mood, but it was maybe a little too late now that she started.

“It’s just… you know, it’s all so similar to M’arzz. Which is great! Don’t get me wrong, I loved it! I missed it, even if I didn’t realize it! But you know, it not the same,” her voice broke a bit, and she felt an arm circling her back. She took a moment to gather herself “They were all so emotive and loud, I almost started reading their minds because it couldn’t not be deliberate. But it was. Kids didn’t look to different from my peers back home, I could certainly imagine them playing with shape-shifting and testing this type of form for longer time. It’s colder than Earth but too cold to actually be M’arzz. Everything is going on above the ground which isn’t dangerous here but I was raised knowing it was not safe. We also have this thing about proving our worth but it’s with heat instead of ice and right before the wedding instead of right from the get go. It’s all just kinda itching.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah”

“Um, sorry. I haven’t thought about it. I should. Do you want to go back? We can chill in Amity if you want to. Or, you know do something else on the living side”

“No, no, no it’s fine, I like it. It’s nice. It’s familiar, but in a good way. There isn’t really a way for me to just go back and it’s nice to have it even if a little bit”

Danny shifted a bit, as if he tried to look at her, but she kept her face buried in is arm. She shouldn’t have said anything. She should’ve swallowed nostalgia and just keep going. It was such a great time before too.

There was nudge at her mind, clearly deliberate even if clumsy. Absolutely incomprehensible, like Martian’s babies and toddlers did it.

Another nudge, more defined but still unable to carry any ideas more sophisticated than vague invitation to connect.

“Danny?”

“Do you want to talk telepathically? To make it better?”

Oh. Oh.

“Sure. Thank you,” she took a deep breath, trying to collect herself once again “Are you trying to make me cry today? You’re lucky I don’t wear make-up or it would be all ruined”

“You would be stunning anyway. I don’t think there is anything you could do to not be, let’s be honest”

“And now you’re trying to sweeten me up, you dork” She roughly dried her eyes against his suit. It’s absolutely useless to this purpose but she wanted to hide for a bit longer.

“I am not sweetening anyone up, it would have to be untrue for it to be that’

“Oh shut up”

“Never~”

“It’s not even my true form”

“M’gann, Meg, my starlight and love of my Afterlife. When I saw your true form I was so enamored my brain ceased higher functions. I watched ‘Hello, Megan!’ because you liked it, but the main character was just… kinda meh in terms of looks. Do you understand? I think you’re beautiful because it’s you, not because of anything else. No matter what form you’d choose to be in, I’ll love it and want to be as close to you as you’ll let me”

M’gann finally raised her head and with small startle she realized that between their faces were only inches. There was still small blush on his cheeks and his eyes were almost hipnotizing, with the way they focused on her like she was only thing that mattered. His hair was ruffled from wind, just asking to run finger through it. Once again their puffing breaths were mixing but this time they were alone. They could savor it, they could-

“Great One? I was informed you came with your suitor?”

Of course. They couldn’t even kiss in peace.

Thankfully, encounter with Frostbite, even if awkward, was quite short. She didn’t have anything against the yeti, really, she couldn’t even begin to tell how much she appreciated help he extended to Danny but still…

It was not the type of moment she wanted to be interrupted on.

Thankfully older ghost caught it, despite both of them trying to be subtle, and didn’t seem to be too angry about it, so soon they were on their merry way to ‘'one more place’ Danny wanted to show her.

He even brought back up the blindfold, which made her stomach do funny things. She was excited to see what Danny wanted to show her, but also…

There was something really intimate about flying blind, not in a way even their deepest kisses were, but in the absolute trust she had to have in him. In the Ghost Zone she couldn’t even navigate with her telekinesis and telepathy like she could try on the living side. In the Ghost Zone, she had just Danny, and this made something as simple as getting off the ground, into the air all more electrifying in the way that would be almost scary, if she was with anyone else.

She got a little worried when instead of lightly holding her wrist like he did before, Danny caught both of her hands and grasped her like he didn’t plan to let go for the rest of eternity.

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course”

And then they were off, faster than she’d ever dare when blind, faster than they usually did, faster than they sometimes went when racing even. Danny kept her close, practically clinging.

Then they were falling and twisting and turning like on some crazy roller coaster and it was breathtaking in both best and worst ways because they were close and it was exciting but she had no idea where they were going or when were they going to turn. Her stomach was doing funny things. Actually, she liked that. She liked that a lot. Especially when Danny slowed down a bit and brought her to his chest before kicking off again.

This was electrifying.

She let out a little yelp when they stopped abruptly and gently landed on the snow. For a long moment they both just stood, panting with soft giggles, getting of off adrenaline high.

***

Danny’s breath caught in his throat again when M’gann grasped sides of his face. It was a bit clumsy, with fingers getting on his mouth and ear but it just made it all more… more.

After few months in relationships he should probably get better at handling all the times she did things like that. As it was, he was barely able to focus on anything other than fingers in his hair and cold hands on his cheeks.

“It was amazing”

He shuddered when she whispered in his mind. It used to terrify him beyond belief, the idea that someone could hear all his thoughts, could touch his very being, made him rebel on the most instinctual level. Now, when M’gann did it, when by just being next to him she rewrote his brain to associate her with mind-reading, it was intoxicating.

“I know, you’re welcome” he managed to stuttered.

She leaned closer, obviously aiming for his mouth and it took all of his will to not meet her midway. They stayed just close, with Danny’s eyes fluttering each time warm puff of air hit them.

“Never do it again”

Instead of answering, he put his hands between her shoulder blades to bring her closer, reached up to cross the remaining distance and kissed her.

Oh, it was definitely blackberry lip balm. He loved it. He loved it all so much.

He loved the way her lips felt brushing against his, cold and smooth despite the time they spent in cold. He loved the way he could almost feel her heartbeat, pressed slightly above his own heart, how he could hear it above his own blood rushing in his ears, faster that it was when they were flying moments ago. He loved the way her hand moved through his hair to press against the back of his head, a wordless command to get closer. He happily complied, adjusting slightly and almost locking on her closed mouth. One of his hands moved lower as he rammed forward, kissing her with enough fervor that she had to arch back a bit. Like that he couldn’t reach her without climbing to his tiptoes, but he didn’t mind.

Her mouth opened slightly, so he took invitation for what it was and started to devour what she had. As he was, draped across M’gann’s chest, with her hands barely holding on his neck, her lips against his and her tongue brushing against his teeth, the whole world could disappear and he couldn’t be bothered. Being this close, with her, was all that mattered and all that could fill his brain.

It got sloppy, when hand laid on the small of his back, full body shiver making their teeth clank. Before he got himself at least a little bit together other hand appeared in his hair. It yanked him back on just the right side of painful, while the arm around his waist pressed him forward and all at once he couldn’t find his footing, bend back so much that if his hand didn’t grasp the edge of M’gann’s cape they could probably touch the ground. Other one by miracle stayed on her neck.

He was fully at her mercy and there was nowhere he could rather be, hanging in her arms all nice and docile. He was stuck in almost addicting cycle of telepathic projection of his excited-eager-confident and M’gann's giddy-greedy-restless response and how it made him all fervent-dizzy-thrilled and how much he could feel it, how intimate this type of closeness was, how kiss dissolved whatever it was that made sensing emotions so much harder and more muted at any other time.

He let himself be handled and adjusted sometimes grasping her hair when he felt too much, in the best way he could imagine, but frankly he forgot about everything else after that.

They had to let go at some point, to catch breath if nothing else but they stayed close. Close enough that he could smell the lip balm that by now was probably mostly on him. Close enough that their noses would touch if they turned their heads just right. Close enough that he could count her freckles and connect them into little constellations, as if her skin was map of the space that gave her to him.

It wasn’t rare, for them to be this close, but it never changed the fact, that when he caught her eyes, half closed but striking, sparkling in the cold blue-green light in the way that was almost iridescent, he couldn’t help but think he wouldn’t be mad to get lost in them. He wouldn’t be mad to be trapped forever, like mosquito in amber with which her eyes shared color.

“Okay, you can do that again”

He needed a long moment to realize why that would ever be in question or what she was referencing, or were they were and what they were doing before. By the time he scrambled his brain again, M’gann’s eyes were closed and she was going for another kiss. He tilted her by the chin just slightly away, because they came there for a reason and he wanted to fulfill said reason before he totally forgot.

M’gann looked back at him, slightly dazed, straightening just a bit. She brought him with her, so his position was just a touch less parallel to the ground, which was also nice.

“I have nothing against round to but before that, I wanted to show you something”

He waited for a moment until she full caught what he was saying. It was overwhelmingly exhilarating to see that she was affected by it just as much as he was. When she nodded, he turned her chin to the left, slowly so she could fully admire the view.

He didn’t turn. He knew what she could see, the breathtaking spectacle of Far Frozen, the wonderful mix of futuristic and traditional, shining in the Ghost Zone’s lights like under aurora. He knew this view well.

Arms around him went almost lax, so he slipped and fell on the snow. He could catch himself or stay were he was, close enough to smell her ever changing shampoo, but he preferred it that way.

“Oh… it’s… It’s beautiful”

He propped himself up on his hands and looked up at her, at the curves of her face and shape of her nose and the little scar she could shape-shift away but just didn’t want to. He looked at her hair, the way her red contrasted with Zone’s ambient green and snow’s reflected cold white and how disheveled it was from flight and the kiss and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to brush his fingers through them until they were neat again or ruffle them even more during another kiss.

He looked the golden clasp of her cape, slightly greener ever since they learned he could be summoned and figured out how to make M’gann always have this chance. He looked at the red ribbons crossing on her chest, only thing she kept from her ‘true’ form, only symbol she let herself keep from the home she could both hate and miss. He looked at her fingers, covered in freckles like the rest of her, short and slender, grasping at the improvised railing now that they weren’t holding him. He looked at the way her back curved as she leaned forward to see better. He looked back at her face, at her slightly opened lips and wide opened eyes and her raised eyebrows. He looked at her open, almost child like delight over something he, at this point, seen as almost mundane.

“Yeah, beautiful”