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— Let's Dance

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3

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pairing/s: BEBE! Bada Lee x Jam Republic! Reader x Wolf'Lo! Chocol

warnings: None so far, an unrealistic description of being an exchange foreign student, might confuse some words in ballet (as most of them are only through research and not based on experience).

description: A professional ballet dancer in Street Woman Fighter Season 2? (Y/N) Bae, a 23-year-old ballet and dance prodigy enters the fighting arena alongside the infamously known crew, Jam Republic. Making the team's aura far more intimidating despite being clad in soft pink and white clothing, adorned with astonished faces and friendly smiles. As the young woman entered the arena with curious eyes and small smile, the other teams couldn't help but awe at her beauty and elegant aura, unknowingly capturing the eyes of two charismatic dancers.

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"Monika, our fight judge. What will be your criteria today?" Kang Daniel, the host, asked Monika once the commotion has died down.

"Honestly, some of the dance leaders here have been a dance contest judge for a long time. So, I dare say, I'll be cruelly objective and consider only what I see here. I won't consider my seniors' achievements in the past but only by result."

Shownu followed up next. “Based on what I’ve learned in my music career, and my sincere love for this show, I’ll evaluate your dance honestly.”

“Everybody in here is a professional. I don’t need to tell you that, and it’s going to be whoever’s day it is today. I have much respect for all of you guys. I’ll do my best to be a perfect judge for you today.” Mike Song concluded.

(Y/N) nodded and clapped in appreciation. The fact that the judges said their objectives loudly and unapologetically made her breathe a sigh of relief. Especially since her senior and former teacher, Baby Sleek, is a participant of this competition. In her mind, and mostly the minds of the others, Baby Sleek is untouchable on the dance floor.

Her heart dropped at the thought of battling one-on-one with her former teacher. She is confident in her skills and talent on the dance floor, but facing off against Baby Sleek – she’ll be lucky if she even gets one vote from the judges. Everything she learned about freestyle dancing and hip hop stems from her.

The final person to be introduced was none other than DJ SOM before the rules of the challenge were explained. Each dancer will be given 40 seconds to dance. When it’s over, the judges will hold up their cards to decide the winner. But if two or more judges ask for a rematch, the two dancers will dance at the same time to determine the winner. According to the results, the crew will get a chip to put it on the crew board and count the wins and losses.

“No Respect, Battle with the Weakest Dancer. We’ll begin Round One!” The room burst into cheers once again when Kang Daniel announced the official start of the battle.

(Y/N) held up her interlinked hands with Ling and Emma as she cheered and stomped her feet in excitement. “Let’s go!”

“Oh my gosh, it’s starting!” Ling exclaimed, turning from side to side to warm up her body.

“I’m so nervous right now,” Emma admitted and leaned against (Y/N). The older girl giggled at her team mate and wrapped her arm around her. Running her hand up and down against the younger one’s arm to soothe her nerves.

“I know! Me too, but this is all so exciting!”

“Easy for you to say,” Ling nudged her. “You’re the most experienced freestyle battler in here other than Emma.”

“That doesn’t make it any less nerve-wrecking, Ling.” She nudged the girl back and squeezed her hand. They turned their attention back to the MC as he’s about to announce who will open the first dance battle of the season. “Who do you think it’s going to be?”

(Y/N) shrugged, “I don’t know. Hopefully they start out the season with a bang.”

“The first dancer for the first battle is…”

Jam Republic leaned in their seats in anticipation, holding their breath for as long as Kang Daniel trailed off. Hearts throbbing against their chest.

“From 1MILLION, Redy.” The 1MILLION crew immediately stands up from their seat to cheer their fellow member on. A tall girl clad in white cap, white long-sleeved clothing, and dark jeans stands up and makes her way down the seats.

From what (Y/N) could recall from the evaluation, Redy started dancing at 16 years old with a unique style. To her surprise, Redy was older than her by 2 years despite looking so young.

“I wonder who her No Respect Dancer is,” (Y/N) thought as she leaned back in her seat. “Do you think it’s one of us?”

“Doubt it,” answered Emma. “she might pick someone whose style is completely different from her. Or pick someone she has a bad blood with, it’s not uncommon.”

(Y/N) hummed in agreement, feeling her body relax. What Emma said earlier was true, it isn’t uncommon when it comes to dance offs. Some people tend to choose their opponents based on their past. Personally, she finds the means distasteful and unprofessional; but, it can’t be helped. She, herself, had experienced to being picked for the same reason when she was on competitions.

“If she picks someone she has beef with, do you think she’ll give us a good fight or not?” Emma shook her head in response.

“Probably not, it’s usually not a good idea to pick someone from the past. Emotions and tensions could rise and get in the way of a good freestyle.”

“That’s true,” (Y/N) nodded as she watches Redy walk in front to the center of the arena with a microphone between her hands.

As Redy started to speak, she walked towards the space of Wolf’Lo, surprising them and (Y/N). “Oh my gosh is she picking one of them?” The girl held her hand up to her mouth in shock when the girl clad in white continued to walk towards the orange team.

“The No Respect Dancer, I choose…” Redy trailed off once again and (Y/N) couldn’t help but smile at her braveness if she ever picks one of the dancer from Wolf’Lo.

She then turned to the other way, making (Y/N) puff out her cheeks in disappointment. As heavy as the tension is right now, one member of Wolf’Lo couldn’t help but grin at her adorable (from what she noticed so far) mannerisms.

Jam Republic watches as Redy takes a u turn and walks to the other side of the arena as she announces who her No Respect Dancer is, “it’s Bada of BEBE.”

The arena erupted in cheers. (Y/N) shoots up from her seat with a squeal and watches as Bada nods her head and stands up, flipping the bottled water in her hand as she did so.

“That was so cool,” she whispered with a quiet, girlish giggle. Ling and Emma laughed at their team member and joined her as she stands up, wanting to see the commotion clearly.

“Bada isn’t even dancing yet,” Ling teased to which (Y/N) just hushed her.

“She’s the famous, trendy choreographer right?” The ballet dancer nodded to Emma’s question.

“Her strongest link is making choreographies. Most popular K-pop dances was made by her. Since she’s more known for her choreographed works, I’m excited to see her freestyle.”

The two dancers began pacing around in the dance floor. There was a noticeable heavy tension in the air as they both prepare for the fight. Everyone is talking about their past, making the atmosphere heavier than it already was.

“Redy of 1MILLION, you chose Bada of BEBE as your No Respect Dancer.” Kang Daniel started.

“I don’t respect you, that’s it.” Redy stated bluntly. Bada placed a hand to her ear as she talks, mockingly insinuating that she’s listening closely to what she says. The room erupted in cheers, even judge Mike has his jaw on the floor.

“Not Redy, Soo Bin!” Bada exclaimed, using Redy’s real name. “You’re still an eight-grader to me.”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened at the drama that was unfolding right in front of her, wishing she has something she can chew or sip on as she watches their back and forth. A shocked laugh escaped her mouth when Bada called her an eight-grader.

“Wait, what did she say?” Ling questions when her ear piece stops working momentarily, unable to catch the insult Bada threw at her opponent. Her expression turned to shock immediately after (Y/N) translated it to her. “Oh, damn. She’s a gangster right?”

“Yeah,” Latrice said, “I like her energy.”

Jam Republic laughs as Redy mimicked a baby by placing her thumb to between her lips. (Y/N) claps her hands in excitement as Kang Daniel announces the first attack to be made by Redy followed by Bada.

“Let’s go!” She shouts, bouncing on her toes.

“The two dancers’ battle begins now. You guys ready?!” (Y/N) claps even harder when she heard the infamous line. “Fight!”

Music filled the arena and the lights dimmed, the 40 second timer appeared on the huge screen and all dancers are hyped to watch the fight. The first beats of the music started and Redy started grooving into the music, her members cheering her on from behind her.

(Y/N) watched with keen eyes as Redy danced. The older girl was flexible, that’s for sure, and she is hitting the beats. Redy’s style was certainly unique. However, in her opinion, it lacks in any form of wow factor.

She still cheered and clapped her hands afterwards and the music switched, signalling Bada’s turn. Her voice increased in volume when Bada spins and comes up to Redy’s face, standing tall to enunciate their height difference without the use of words.

“I hate it when people use their height!” She giggled when she heard Chocol whined.

“Oh my gosh!”

“Oh my gosh, she’s so tall!” Ling and (Y/N) exclaimed at the same time. The latter girl hides her face in her hand, parting her fingers so she can still see the battle as she feels them become hot. Their eyes momentarily meets for a second and she swore the corners of Bada’s lips curved up for a second.

The eye contact didn’t last long when Bada suddenly swats the air on the top of Redy’s head. (Y/N)’s eyes stayed glued to Bada’s dancing, mesmerized at the clean and sharp moves she does. She couldn’t help but cheer at the way Bada hits each beat of the music and the way she grooves. Bada’s time comes to an end as she spits the piece of paper in her mouth. The room erupted in cheers and claps and at the end of the battle.

“What the heck,” Ling said in astonishment as they sit back down.

“That was so good,” (Y/N) said. “A great battle to start off the season.”

Everyone returned to their respective seats as Redy, Bada, and Kang Daniel stands at the center for the announcement of the results. When the cards flipped, 3 blue cards appeared at the judge’s hands.

Team BEBE cheered as they secured their first win, and Bada certainly secured a title for herself as one of the most talented and skilled individuals of the show. The dancers returned to their seats as the judges tells their thoughts about the battle.

“I was impressed by both of you,” Shownu started, “Redy of 1MILLION shocked me. But, I reckon that Bada’s move suited the song more and she was more relaxed.”

“I’ll be honest to help you improve, you’re still and eighth-grader even from my point of view.” Emma, Ling, and (Y/N)’s mouth parted in shock at Monika’s comment, feeling bad for the 1MILLION dancer. “But, Bada is certainly out of this league.”

“Damn,” was (Y/N)’s only comment – watching as BEBE place their first chip on the win score board and Bada attach the chip on the lose side of 1MILLION’s board.

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A short break was conducted after the first battle between Bada and Redy. Jam Republic sat around in a circle as they debriefed about the event earlier. As they talked however, (Y/N) couldn’t help but point out the several eyes that is currently looking in their direction. More specifically:

“You got a lot of eyes on you Kirsten,” she whispered towards her leader. “Not just the dancers, but the judges as well.”

“Really?” Kirsten smiles before she looks around. Sure enough, there were several dancers looking at her direction, even Monika and Shownu.

The rest of the team giggled when Kirsten smiled giddily at them, feeling a burst in her confidence.

“I think they’re looking forward to see you dance,” Latrice tapped her shoulders. They returned to their original positions when Kang Daniel came back to the center.

“The next dancer to participate in the one-on-one battle is,” he pauses for dramatic effect. “Jam Republic’s Kirsten!”

The room once again erupted in cheers and claps as the most anticipated dancer of the season smiles and makes her way towards the middle.

“Hello,” the leader greeted with a chuckle. “No Respect Dancer that I would like to defeat…”

As she trailed off, the dancers’ eyes shift from side-to-side in anticipation with a touch of agitation and intimidation. They could feel Kirsten’s intimidation aura, and most of them are terrified at the thought of going one-on-one with her.

“Waackxxxy.” She said, gesturing to the said dancer who grinned from her seat.

The teams and even Monika acclaims in delight as they are about to witness a great battle between two, strong dancers.

From the evaluation, Waackxxxy is a phenomenal dancer with powerful moves and an unmatched energy. Kirsten immediately picked her as her No Respect Dancer to push herself. Jam Republic and Mannequeen members stands behind their respective dancer who will compete on one-on-one.

“When I watched the video, you were world-class and I would love to take you on. Let’s Battle.” Waackxxxy nodded her head in appreciation. The other dancers and Monika praised Kirsten for her admirable action to take on a strong battler.

“Thank you so much for liking my video and class, but, I’ll show you my dance. Okay, let’s go.” (Y/N) clasped her hands in front of her and rests her chin on top of it, hyped for the battle between her leader and the well-known international dancer, Waackxxxy.

“Let’s go Kirsten!” She cheered.

“The world-class choreographer and the world-class waacking dancer. The battle of the two dancer begins now. You guys ready? Fight!”

The DJ starts the music and Waackxxxy of Mannequeen goes first. From the get-go, everyone could see the charisma and the reason why Waackxxxy is considered as a world-class battler. Her body control and energy is so insane that Jam Republic couldn’t help but also hype her up.

Waackxxxy ended her time with a strong side-eye on Kirsten’s direction. When the switch was announced, (Y/N) started jumping up and down as she cheered loudly for her leader.

“Come on, Kirsten! Bring it!” Latrice yelled.

The screams increased when Kirsten and Waackxxxy circled each other, following the beat of the music.

“That was fu- insane!” Ling and Latrice laughed hysterically when a curse word almost escaped (Y/N)’s mouth.

Jam Republic continued to cheer their leader on as the battle went on. (Y/N) was so hyped that she slipped and lost her footing momentarily. Luckily, someone immediately stabilizes her before she could fall.

(Y/N) looks up to thank the person who caught her, only to blush brightly as her eyes met Bada’s shadow-covered eyes and a concerned face.

“Are you okay?” Bada asked, still holding onto her elbow.

She hummed and flashed her a grin. “Mhm, thank you!”

They stared at each other for a few moments with a small smile and blush dusting their faces without saying a word. It’s as if it was just the two of them in the room together as the noises seem to quiet down, fading into the background.

(Y/N) snapped out of it when Kang Daniel announced the end of the battle, immediately turn to find Kirsten walking towards their side. She thanks Bada one last time before rushing to her leader’s side to congratulate her for the amazing battle.

Bada remained standing there, running her hand on the back of her nape to will her pounding heart to calm down. A grin makes it way to her face as she returns to her seat, not noticing Lusher who saw the whole interaction and is hiding a smile behind her hand. Making a mental note to tease her leader about it later.

The judges showed their cards. Monika and Mike holds both cards for Jam Republic and Mannequeen, signalling a rematch between both dancers.

The rematch starts and both dancers still held their ground as they showed two variation of dance style. It ended up with another rematch when Monika showed 2 cards, much to the surprise of everyone.

“I can only choose one?” She asked exasperatedly, clearly in distress to choose between the two when Kang Daniel nodded and held up one finger. “That’s insane. I can’t do that!”

“Whoever you pick will be the winner. The victory lies in your hands.”

(Y/N) feels her heart pound against her chest, holding her clasped hands against her and prayed for Jam Republic’s first win. “Please, please, please, please.” She muttered underneath her breath.

“Here I go,” Monika concluded. The count down started until finally, she held up a pink card.

Kirsten cemented Jam Republic’s first win.

Jam Republic cheered while Mannequeen slumped their shoulder in dejection.

“Great job, Kirsten!” (Y/N) cheered as she gave Kirsten a side hug and a grin.

“That was insane!”

“Good job!” They praised their leader.

Across the room, Waackxxxy is visibly enraged and disappointed with the results of the battle.

“In this last round, both dancers were at the same level.” Mike Song stated. “But Kirsten grabbed my attention a little more.”

“That was such a great battle. It was so energizing. The reason I chose Kirsten at the end, was that she made the song come alive a bit more and I weighed that more importantly. Rather than being too serious, I had no choice but to give it to the person expressing the song. That’s why I hope you understand my decision. Although it was a very difficult one.” Monika concluded.

(Y/N) clapped enthusiastically as Kirsten place a winning chip on their score board. That happiness didn’t last long however, when Kang Daniel announced the next opponent. Another member of Mannequeen, Yoonji.

From the dancer’s expression, the anger was obvious from the way stomped down the seats and towards the middle.

“I’m so scared,” Ling said and Emma agreed.

“She seems crazy.” The younger one replied, feeling on edge because of Yoonji’s attitude.

(Y/N) sits stiffly on her seat, eyes narrowed and feels goosebumps crawl up her arms and neck. “She looks like she’s plotting revenge,” she stated lowly.

They watch as Yoonji paced around back and forth in agitation.

“I’m very angry right now,” she confessed, still pacing around. “Mannequeen has come here as the crew known to be the strongest in battles. I think it’s time we showed that.”

(Y/N) smirked at her insinuation, finding it a tad difficult to believe since Baby Sleek and her crew is also a part of this competition.

“I’ve said this already, but who’s the one chewing up and spitting out battles lately?” Yoonji said, making a beeline towards 1MILLION and standing in front of Lia Kim.

“This battle. I can show you later.” (Y/N) let out a sharp laugh when Yoonji left Lia Kim alone as soon as she got there. She’s certainly entertaining.

“Kirsten, come out girl,” Yoonji suddenly stated quite forcefully as she gestured Kirsten to come out. The woman mentioned gave a small smile to Yoonji as she stands up and place her jacket on her sear.

(Y/N) couldn’t help but tilt her head to the side and bit her bottom lip in annoyance, feeling rather protective of her leader.

“I’m going to take revenge for my sister. Come out, girl!”

(Y/N) huffed as she immediately followed her leader and stand 2 feet directly behind her, eyes narrowed and focused on Yoonji. The other members of Jam Republic soon followed with nervous smiles on their faces, but the latter members face was devoid of any emotion.

“I’m going to show you who is the hottest girl in South Korea!” Yoonji exclaimed as her crew cheered her on. “You know, girl? I’m going to show you.”

When (Y/N) saw Yoonji walk towards Kirsten and got near her face, a small smile graced her lips – devoid of any humour, as she too walked towards Kirsten, standing directly behind her and held her elbow. She stands tall in front of Yoonji and looks down at her, taking inspiration from Bada Lee and uses her height for advantage, to which Team BEBE squealed.

The other crew also howled in astonishment as she did so.

“Bada-unnie you influenced her already?!” Tatter exclaimed as she shakes her leader’s arm back and forth.

“What is it with tall people and comparing heights?! I’m so jealous right now!” Bada laughs as her members whined. She leaned forward in her seat with her hands clasped together, feeling oddly satisfied with the way (Y/N) seemed to copy her move.

While Kirsten nodded gracefully at her opponent, (Y/N) snickers when Yoonji’s gaze flickered upon her for a moment before going back to the other side where her crew is.

(Y/N) slightly pulled Kirsten back and leans down to whisper in her ear, “you okay?”

Kirsten, not the slightest bit intimidated, just nodded at her with a grin. “Word, she says ass fat.” The taller girl laughed at her leader when she stuck her tongue out.

“(Y/N) is so scary now!”

“She’s giving off protective older sibling vibes oh my gosh!” Mina Myoung exclaimed, watching as (Y/N) now jokes along with the other members. “Look at how she switches! She’s back to being all smiley now!”

“What were you teaching her Baby Sleek?!” Haechi asked after witnessing it. The older girl said nothing but gave her a shrugged shoulder and a proud smile.

Chocol said nothing but continues to watch with a small smirk, loving the feisty and protective attitude of the taller girl of the pink team. Hoping that after the show, she’ll come running to Baby Sleek so she can have an excuse to finally introduce herself.

Or maybe, she’ll have the chance to introduce herself on the dance floor. Maybe flirt a little as well.

“I’m going to show you who is the queen!” Mannequeen cheered as Yoonji yelled before mocking the moves of Kirsten earlier by swaying her hips from side-to-side. The yellow-team crew member gives her a side-eye, looking up at her up and down in a condescending manner.

Kirsten, unbothered, just smiled at her opponent. The same can’t be said towards her ballet dancer member who was seething in annoyance.

“I’m excited,” Kirsten started. “Let’s see. We’re here in Korea now, so, let’s see.”

The members of the crew once again stood behind their respective member competing. Yoonji and Kirsten paced around as they prepare themselves.

“We have Yoonji from Mannequeen going first.” Kang Daniel announced. Yoonji immediately went to the front and strike up a pose. “Jam Republic’s Kirsten will go in second.”

(Y/N) sat beside Latrice and Ling as the host began, “the next battle between these two dancers, are you guys ready?! Let’s go! Fight!”

Yoonji moves her body as the first beat of the music starts, starting off strong and fierce. (Y/N) bites her lip out of irritation when she mockingly hits Kirsten with her elbow, to the point where she almost believed it hits her leader when Kirsten played along.

The Mannequeen dancer ended her dance strong when she made her way towards where the judges are, much to the delight of everyone.

“She’s a great dancer, but I think she got a tad bit overemotional,” (Y/N) whispered towards Latrice as she claps after her performance. The latter girl nods in agreement before standing up in excitement when the host announces the switch, meaning, its Kirsten’s turn to perform.

(Y/N) bounces on her toes with a huge grin on her face as she watches her leader dance. Even more so when she dances around Yoonji’s figure without touching her, showing the immense amount of body control she has. Jam Republic watched with a face of impress and admiration, shouting in delight when Kirsten snaps her hips.

“That was insane!” She exclaimed once the battle ended. It wasn’t long before the judges showed the cards of the winning result of the battle.

And three yellow cards were faced.

Mannequeen cheers loudly for the victory while Jam Republic claps their hand. Sure, the battle didn’t end up in their favour, but it is understandable since Yoonji conveyed a lot through her dance.

Once the emotion of frustration simmered down, Yoonji shakes Kirsten’s hand with a smile and pulls her for a hug. Thanking her for the battle and saying I love you to her.

On their way to their seats, (Y/N) wrapped her arm around Kirsten’s shoulder and congratulated her, saying the same to Yoonji when they passed her by. Although the battle was intense and heated, there was no point in starting unwanted rivalry outside of the dance floor.

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Another break was conducted after a few battles from Jam Republic and other teams. Emma, Latrice, Audrey, and Ling had already participated in their own respective battles. Ling battled against Cera which takes her by surprise, both of them had chosen her as their No Respect Dancer to push themselves. (Y/N) is the only Jam Republic member who have yet to battle anyone.

“(Y/N) has yet to dance, right?” A member from Deep N’ Dap says, looking at the direction of the Jam Republic who was talking animatedly with her team.

“Mhm, I’m really excited to see her dance though.” Another member responded.

However, the long wait is about to be over.

“The next challenger of the battle, Cera of Mannequeen.”

Howls and cheers rang through the arena, everyone had witnessed the intense and captivating performance of Cera earlier when she battled Ling. The member of Mannequeen adorned in her iconic green dress made her way towards the center with a smirk on her face, her members cheers as they follow closely behind her.

A mic was handed to her, the crowd became silent, and she walks around.

“The No Respect Dancer I chose to battle…” she trails off, making her way towards 1MILLION.

“From 1MILLION?” Mini questioned as she watches Cera stop right in front of the white team. The members looked up at her with their hearts on their throat, terrified of the idea that one of them has to face off against her.

“My No Respect Dancer…” she trails off again, but this time, she walks towards the next team. “Is Jam Republic’s (Y/N). Come on.”

Everyone’s lost their minds as Cera called out the Jam Republic dancer.

“Yehey!” Audrey cheered – shooting up from her seat with a bounce on her step.

“Wah! This is like the battle of the Prima Ballerina’s!” Harimu yelled from her stand.

(Y/N)’s cheeks puffed as it’s filled with water, Cera called her in the middle of her taking a sip, but she didn’t complain. It’s just hard for her to grin with all the water in her cheeks. Though, everyone can still see the joy in her eyes.

She gulped down everything and stands up with a clap, grinning from ear-to-ear as she bows in greeting to Cera, holding her hands against her chest. They make their way to the center of the arena with their team following closely behind them. The two dancers stand in between Kang Daniel, standing tall with microphones handed to each of them. She bows one more time towards Cera before standing tall with a smile on her face, excited to battle one of the strongest battlers in the show.

Her opponent clad in green dress bows along with her before standing up straight and switched her face into battle mode – a stoic face with an arched brow, as if wanting to end her. (Which, not gonna lie, (Y/N) 100% will let her).

“Cera of Mannequeen,” Kang Daniel began, “why did you pick (Y/N) as your No Respect Dancer?”

“It’s not that I don’t respect (Y/N) as a dancer,” Cera started, holding the mic to her lips with one hand. “Quite the opposite actually, but, it’s time to show the people who the best ballerina battler is.”

The whole arena cheers and awes at what Cera said whilst (Y/N) just giggled and nodded her head. If there was one thing she always takes pride in, it’s her dancing skills and techniques in ballet.

“Cera-unnie, first of all, thank you for choosing me as your No Respect Dancer.” She bows down again, “however, if I am to prove anything to everyone here today – is that ballet is my style, and I am one of the best out there.”

Amidst the loud roars of the others dancers in the background, Ling, Kirsten, and Audrey’s cheers seems to be the loudest among them.

Cera smirked at the determination of her opponent keeping eye contact with her, and (Y/N) didn’t back down.

The two dancers briefly walked back to the side where their crew members are at for a warm-up, and (Y/N) takes this opportunity to remove her sneakers to change into the dance shoes.

“Is she changing her shoes for this battle?” Monika questioned – perplexed and intrigued. Mike Song just grins widely as he leaned forward, excited at the intense battle that is about to happen.

“Wah, she’s changing her shoes,” Bada commented, looking at the Jam Republic dancer who is currently leaning to one of her members while adjusting her shoes. “She’s putting her best foot forward for this battle.”

Tatter and Lusher agreed, keeping their eyes trained on the ballet dancer, eager to watch her dance.

“You got this girl,” Latrice said. Offering her arm for (Y/N) to stabilize herself as she changes her shoes. “Show her and everyone what you’re made of.”

“Thank you,” (Y/N) replied. Jumping in her place to feel the shoes beneath her feet.

“Kill everyone who doubted you with your dance.” Jam Republic laughed at the seriousness in Audrey’s voice, taken aback by her.

The lights dimmed once the two dancers made their way towards the center, Kang Daniel exchanged glances with the two women in the middle of the dance floor with a smile on his face.

“The battle between two ballerina dancers will begin now. You guys ready?!” Kang Daniel announced. Cera and (Y/N) eyed each other up and down, one with a stoic, daring look, standing tall and elegantly, while the other is currently sporting a small smile on her lips as she cracks her head from side-to-side.

“Let’s go (Y/N)!”

“Show them what you’ve got!”

“Kill this battle (Y/N)!”

The other Jam Republic members cheers can be heard from all over the room before the battle can even begin.

“Fight!”

The music started playing as soon as Kang Daniel said the word. Cera starts her iconic slow walk while keeping her eye-contact with (Y/N). It’s quite intimidating, but (Y/N) held her ground, admiring the determination in Cera’s eyes.

Cera started moving her arms at each beat of the music, before adding her own twists and turns before she does her iconic leg move. (Y/N)’s face scrunched up in disgust, indicating a sick and impressive move done by her opponent as she hits every beat of the music.

The Mannequeen dancer comes close to you, pointing at you with a single finger and pointing it up and down your figure. (Y/N) bit her lower lip as she arched her brow and titled her head. Leaning her head down a bit to stare at Cera with lidded yet seductive eyes.

The whole crowd went crazy with her looks.

She can’t deny the charisma and confidence of Cera in this battle, the latter really is showing years of experience in battling and the undeniable musicality she seemingly naturally possess.

As Cera’s time comes to an end, you used a sign language taught to you by Baby Sleek and signalled her to hurry up – much to the surprise of the other members of Wolf’Lo.

“She knows how to use it?!” Yeni asks in surprise, bringing her hands up to her head. Baby Sleek is the only one looking focused at the battle, eager for you to showcase your dance while the others had their jaws dropped.

Kang Daniel counts the last 3 seconds of Cera’s time, the woman comes close to your face and circled you whilst flipping your hair – just like what she did to Ling, before walking back confidently to the side of her team.

“3, 2, 1, switch! (Y/N) of Jam Republic!”

The members of Jam Republic screamed once the opening of Partition by Beyonce starts playing. (Y/N) smirks, stepping slowly forward towards the middle, mimicking a seductive wave after she flips her hair once the “hey, Ms. Carter” starts playing.

Everyone went wild once the beat drops – along with (Y/N) as she suddenly drops down to her knees and starts to doing some sensual floor works. The judges and competitors alike went ballistic at her opening moves, and it was just beginning.

(Y/N) kept her eyes on Cera the whole time, still with that lidded gaze. She slowly stands up, spinning fast with the beat in an insanely clean and controlled manner. She then did some popping and locking, showcasing her prowess in other styles of dancing other than ballet much to the delight of the judges and her team mates. She hits every beat of the song while sometimes taking the lyrics into account of her movements – showing a great control of her body and unparallel musicality.

“This is so crazy!” Monika yells as she keeps her eyes trained at (Y/N).

Chocol couldn’t look at anywhere else once (Y/N) started dancing. She has her arms crossed against her chest as she watches intensely with a impressed smirk plastered on her face. She walks down the steps to have a better view of the dancer dancing before her.

She finds it impressive at how she uses various techniques and moves of ballet and other styles to incorporate it in her moves. It looks complicated, but she makes it look so seemless and effortless.

Bada, on the other side of the arena, finds it hard to contain her emotions as she watches the Jam Republic dancer. She’s constantly shouting, impressed by the moves executed by the young dancer. She holds onto her cap as her jaw drops once (Y/N) did an aerial.

She claps and screams along with the rest of her team as she continues to watch her with a starstruck gaze and jaw dropped. Lusher takes one glance at Bada before she bursts out laughing.

“Oh my gosh your totally whipped Bada-unnie!” She laughs, slapping Bada’s arm as she threw her head back.

Bada immediately flushed red and attempted to cover it with a cough, but it still wasn’t enough to tear away her gaze from the performing dancer of the pink team.

While (Y/N) remained oblivious to the pairs of eyes staring at her, she focused on ending her battle with a bang. As Kang Daniel signals the last 5 seconds of her time, she makes her way towards Cera – mimicking the way she circled around her earlier, but with her own seductive walk. She stopped in front of her, bending down to her eye level whilst blowing a kiss with a wink, wiggling her fingers in a goodbye motion before walking back to her team with a smile and playing with her hair as she shakes her head from side-to-side.

(Y/N)’s members hyped her up as she walks towards them. She laughs as Audrey and Ling jokingly bows down to her like a royalty, making the others follow soon after. She covers her laughs underneath her hands to also hide the redness that’s painting her cheeks.

Everyone went ballistic. Screaming their heads off at the intense yet entertainingly fun battle between the ballerina’s of Mannequeen and Jam Republic.

She then turns back around to face Cera who has a smile on her face, bowing down at her in gratitude for the battle. She continued bowing to everyone who was still in shock by the battle – her heart swelled with pride once she sees Monika standing up with a shocked smile on her lips as well as Mike Song and Shownu who were clapping.

“Good girl, (Y/N)!” Baby Sleek yells, clapping her hands. The mentioned girl heard it and snaps her head towards her, holding her hands to her chest before bowing deeply. She can feel tears well up in her eyes but she shakes her head to avoid them from falling down.

Her former teacher praised her loudly and openly. The highest compliment she could ever receive from this competition.

“That was intense!” Lusher exclaimed, sitting back down in her seat once the commotion started dying down.

“They really showed their battling skills. Their confidence is through the roof!” Mini exclaimed. “Honestly, whoever wins this deserves it.”

(Y/N) and Cera makes their way back to the center of the dance floor. Breathing heavily after the intense battle they shared.

“Fight judges,” Kang Daniel starts, “cards open.”

(Y/N) could hear her heart ponding against her chest and in her ears as she fiddles with her fingers. All the judges visibly look like they’re having a hard time deciding on their choices. She reminds herself that whatever the outcome of the battle is, she gave it her best. Yet, she still wants to secure a win for her team.

And then, the cards are flipped.

And everyone cheered.

Monika holds two cards – pink and yellow.

While Shownu and Mike Songs holds a single, pink card.

(Y/N) almost drops to the ground because of relief.

Cera and Mannequeen sighs in defeat and in dismay while the Jam Republic members – specifically Audrey, Ling, and Kirsten, cheers loudly.

(Y/N) makes her way towards Cera and offers her hand, “you are amazing! I love your dance! You are simply amazing out there and thank you for the wonderful battle. It was an honour to compete with you. I hope we can be good friends in the future because you are simply just amazing!”

Cera coos at the adorable ramble of her opponent and pulls her to a hug. “Thank you, thank you too for that battle. I love you, you’re amazing too out there! We must definitely meet up sometime after this.”

(Y/N) grins and pats her back before they separate. “We should do this more often!” Cera laughs before she and her team makes their way towards their seats.

“Way to go (Y/N)!” Kirsten exclaims as she holds onto her arm.

“You really killed it out there!”

“Thank you guys, that was so great. I really want to be close friends with Cera now.” Ling giggles at her comment.

The rest of her team continues to praise her with compliments and congratulations on their way back to their seats. As (Y/N) makes eye contact with her former teacher, she flashes her a grin and a thumbs up. Baby Sleek returns her gestures with a wink and a nod.

Kirsten adds a win chip to their board while (Y/N) makes her way towards Mannequeen to place a lose chip on their board, bowing down at the members and thanking them for a wonderful fight.

“I can’t even be mad at her,” Yoonji starts, “she’s too polite for me to be mad at us loosing.”

“The whole team is,” Redlic agrees.

“Judge Mike Song, why did you choose (Y/N) as the winner?” Kang Daniel asks once everyone settled down to their seats.

“First of all, the two dancers are very powerful and seasoned in battles – they showed it to us! It was one of the very entertaining and very fun battles this day that’s for sure, and for that, I want to thank the two of you.”

(Y/N) and Cera bows their head in gratitude with huge smiles on their faces and everyone claps. Kirsten and Latrice pats their team mate of her shoulders with a grin on their faces.

“Choosing between the two of you is almost torture!” Mike Song jokingly sighs with a shake of his head, causing everyone to laugh at his dramatic tone. “However, the reason I chose (Y/N) at the end is because of the versatility she showcased us. The body control, the movements, the flow of each step was like water! It was so fluid and she did it with such grace and confidence. So, (Y/N), I hope to see more of you in this competition, because you really killed it out there.”

(Y/N) couldn’t help but stand and bow deeply towards Mike Song and thanked him. The rest of the crews claps and awes at the high praise the member of Jam Republic received from one of the respectable judges.

“That’s one of the highest praise someone got from the judges today,” Mina Myoung commented. “Looks like Kirsten is not the only force of nature in Jam Republic.”

“Their team just got a lot more intimidating.” Nob commented, looking at Jam Republic.

“I entered this show so sure of my preference and sexuality, but tell me why Bada and (Y/N) are making me question it?” Deep N Dap members laughs at the unexpected comment Downy made.

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It wasn’t long before Mike Song’s request for more battles came true.

“The next challenger of the battle,” Kang Daniel began, pausing once again for the dramatic effects. “Is Chocol from Wolf’Lo.”

“Oh right! Let’s go!” Haechi cheers, shaking Chocol by her shoulders as the older dancer makes her way down the seats. Per usual, her crew follows close behind her.

“I wonder who she chose,” Emma comments after taking a sip from her water, “her team is kinda scary.”

(Y/N) and Ling hums in agreement, watching the crew in front of them in silent. Silently terrified at the thought of battling against one of them. Though (Y/N) is confident in her skills and unafraid to show them, Wolf’Lo is just on another level.

Chocol takes the microphone that’s handed to her, licking her lips as she starts to walk around.

“The No Respect Dancer I choose,” she began, making her way towards Lady Bounce who tenses up from their seats.

She gave a slight smirk to Nob and Biggy who visibly gulps down the saliva stuck down their throats. Chocol enjoyed teasing them, making them think that she’s choosing one of them, but then, she skipped backwards without looking back before suavely turning around and jogs lightly towards the pink team. “Is Jam Republic’s (Y/N)”

“My god my heart,” Nob says. Holding onto her chest as she breathes out a sigh of relief and leans backwards.

(Y/N) smiles, standing up from her seat from the top and sets down the Jam Republic banner in her hand. Before she can take a single step down, she saw a hand in front of her. When she looks at who the hand belongs to, it leads down to Chocol, waiting for her at the bottom with her arm outstretched.

“Oh, okay,” Kirsten said teasingly as she and Latrice moved to the side to make way for (Y/N).

“Special treatment, I see you.” Latrice added.

Everyone awes at the action, more so when (Y/N) places her hand on Chocol’s with a smile before descending down the seats.

“It’s like a prince charming guiding a princess,” Redy said, leaning forward with her hands on the bottom of her chin. “I’m so jealous right now.”

“What in the story book cliché is this?” Yoonji stomps her feet jokingly, “why didn’t I get that kind of treatment?”

“Yah, you threatened her leader earlier to a dance battle with a scary façade and you expect the others not to be afraid of you?” Buckey jokingly replies which made everyone burst out laughing and Yoonji to pout.

“Tsk.” Bada clicked her tongue as she watches Chocol guide (Y/N) to the dance floor with their hands still intertwined with narrowed eyes. “Honestly, this is a serious competition. Why is she being nice to her opponent?”

Lusher hears what her leader grumbled underneath her breath, causing her to giggled and comfortingly pat her back. “Don’t worry unnie, no need to be jealous.”

Bada snaps her head towards her sub-leader with a glare and a slight pout. “Who said anything about jealousy?”

Lusher holds her hands up with wide eyes and downturned smile. “Nothing, nothing. I’m just teasing you.”

Bada clicks her tongue once again in annoyance before looking back to the front with her arms crossed against her chest. Lusher and Tatter made eye-contact from each sides of Bada with knowing looks and teasing smiles. The other members of Team BEBE heard the conversation laughs silently, watching as their leader sulks down on her seat.

“Chocol, why did you choose (Y/N) as your weakest dancer?” Kang Daniel asked.

With their height difference, Chocol had to tilt her head up ever so slightly to make eye-contact with her opponent. She adjusted her cap with one hand as the other holds the mic to her lips.

“Originally, I chose her because I want to see what that pretty face can bring. But from the battle earlier, we all saw it. So now, I want to see if she can bring that fire come to life again, but this time, more closely and upfront.”

“Is she flirting with her or what?” Debby whispered to Harimu with a slight giggle.

(Y/N) nods and rolls her tongue against her cheek, bowing her head down slightly. She tosses her hair back before answering with her now famous lidded-eye look, “if it’s fire you want, then I’ll gladly burn the stage in here, baby.”

Everyone screams once they heard (Y/N) talk in that low-flirty way as combat against Chocol’s remarks in full English:

“Why was that so hot?!”

“I don’t speak and understand English very well but damn!”

“See! I told you she’s making me question everything!”

“I understand you perfectly well now, Downy!”

(Y/N) laughs as she hears the comments, giving the mic to her Kirsten who is now looking at her with a teasing face.

“You better burn the stage baby,” she mimics. (Y/N) rolls her eyes at her before teasing pinching her arm. Kirsten laughs as she dodges her hand.

(Y/N) faces her opponents team, the team of Baby Sleek. It would be a lie if she says she isn’t downright petrified right now. This is the crew with the most skilled freestyle battlers – but she was trained by the best of them. This is her chance to solidify and prove herself once again to one of the most respected teachers she had.

Chocol bounces on her feet, preparing for the battle. (Y/N) has her hands stretching above her head as far as she can as she glances at her opponent who teasingly winks at her. She rolls her eyes and shakes her head at the playful nature of Chocol.

Bada grumbled even more at the exchange. She doesn’t even know why she’s feeling this ugly feeling in her chest. Hell, she didn’t even have a conversation with the dancer yet, or even introduce herself! That doesn’t mean she won’t find away later, maybe she’s just bitter that someone got to befriend her before her. Yeah, maybe that’s it. She just wants to forge a friendship with the dancer first, you know, just cause.

“The battle between Wolf’Lo’s street dancer and the ballerina of Jam Republic will begin now. You guys ready?!”

Cheers erupted from both teams and the rest of the teams, curious to see the outcome of the battle between two very different styles of dance between the two dancers.

“Fight!”

Music filled the loud speakers of the room. Chocol nods her head to the beat to get into the groove as her team mates cheers her on. When the beat drops, she comes close to (Y/N)’s space and sways her body to the music.

It was a bold start, (Y/N) admits, and the way Chocol moves is nothing short of hypnotic. Her body moves so fluidly yet with power as she hits every beat of the song. She definitely knows how to control body on command, if there is one thing she can describe her dance overall, it’s classic hip-hop. Effective yet timeless when it comes to battle.

(Y/N) smirks as Chocol comes close to her face, mimicking the flying kiss she did to Cera earlier. Wanting to continue this banter, she “catches” the kiss mid-air and pretends to keep it in her pocket.

She lets out an impress shout at Chocol’s body articulation. She began hyping her up, moving her body along with the beat while staying still in her position. Chocol’s performance is nothing short of impressive, but her competitive side is coming out, and now she wants to do better.

As Chocol’s timer comes to an end, she once again closes in on (Y/N)’s space, this time, ending her dance by mockingly pointing at her figure up and down and another flying kiss which caused another uproar from the side of Deep N Dap

“That should be me!” Someone shouts.

“5, 4, 3, 2, 1, switch! Jam Republic’s (Y/N)!”

A familiar laugh echoes through the room, before the beginning lyrics of Gangsta by Kehlani plays. (Y/N) lets out a wide smirk and tilts her head to the side.

My turn.

Audrey began screaming her head off once the familiar music fills the air. She danced with (Y/N) before during her time of travelling the world to learn new styles of dance, and if there is one thing Audrey knows for certain, (Y/N) dances very well to dark themes.

“You got this (Y/N)! Eat. This. Up!”

With that, the Jam Republic dancer ran her hands across her body to get into the feel of the music – which isn’t that hard. She began walking forward slowly, just like what Cera did, but with a tad bit more of sensuality.

When the beat starts going down, her expression and articulation changes to every beat, mimicking the craziness Harley Quinn did in the movie in which the song was made of. Everyone can see where she’s going with the dance and is excited yet again. Bada and Chocol keeps their gazes focused solely on her.

In this dance, (Y/N) focuses more on interpreting the lyrics of the song yet still hitting the necessary beat from time to time, just taking on a more contemporary approach. In contrast to Chocol’s hip-hop, she chose a genre she excels in.

Chocol smirks as she goes down towards the floor once again, expecting another floor work from her. She did, but a lot shorter and takes everyone by surprise once again.

(Y/N) did a middle spilt before crouching down, but she didn’t get up. Instead, she takes a hold of her left foot, before initiating a single hand cartwheel – still holding onto the foot, down to a split and stands up without the use of her hands.

Screams can be heard once again, thoroughly impressed by the never-ending amount of techniques and tricks the Jam Republic dancer seem to possess. Jam Republic members sported a disgusted looks as they cheer their fellow member on, some jumping on their places purely from the amount of adrenaline they are getting just by watching (Y/N) dance.

They are not the only one’s though. Bada, with her cool and mysterious look she once sported, almost disappears by how much she is now yelling. Watching (Y/N) dance only increases her determination and will to befriend her and possibly collab with her and her team in the future. Bada watches with awe as (Y/N) stays true to her word: she really is setting the stage on fire.

(Y/N) can hear her time coming to an end, she laid down on her stomach with her legs up in the air as she drags her finger to her lips, smirking seductively at Chocol. The said girl only tilted her cap and bites her bottom lip in acknowledgement.

(Y/N) held onto that pose for a few seconds, taking in the cheers and the screams of the other dancers before grinning brightly and standing up.

“How can she possess that duality?! One moment she’s all smiles and elegant looking the next moment its as if she’s seducing me!” Downy exclaimed as she watches (Y/N) makes her way to her team with a bright smile.

“She’s like a wolf in sheep’s clothing!” Mini said, clapping her hands after patting and congratulating Chocol on the battle.

“You were on fire baby!” Emma cheers, patting the heaving girl on the shoulders.

“Harley Quinn definitely possessed you for a moment there!” Ling exclaims.

“Thank you,” (Y/N) smiles at her members before turning around to face the judges on the middle.

Chocol is one of the oldest and seasoned battlers they have, and Wolf’Lo doesn’t have a lose chip to their board yet, so, (Y/N) is prepared and had already accepted her fate that she lost this battle.

“Fight judges,” Kang Daniel announces, “card open.”

It was a surprise that the judges seem to have their pick already and confidently, however, the result of the battle left everyone even more surprised.

Three pink cards.

(Y/N)’s hands flew to her mouth in shock, and this time, she actually fell to the floor in shock. Jam Republic immediately went to her side and cheered her on while Wolf’Lo nods their head in defeat but claps nonetheless. She makes her way towards Chocol to shake her hand, but before she can do that, Chocol takes her hand up to place a kiss on her knuckles, causing her to grin and flush bright red.

Everyone who saw the interaction began teasing and cooing at the couple, some because of jealousy, others because of the *kilig. Well, most of them. A particular leader of the blue team scoffed loudly before chuging down the contents of her bottle before crushing the bottle with one hand. As she grumbles in her seat, her members are secretly watching her in amusement, never expecting their leader to act this way.

“Thank you for the amazing fight, Chocol.” (Y/N) began, taking her hand back with a smile still painted on her lips.

Chocol shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly with a smirk, stuffing her hands on her pockets. “Don’t worry about it, darling. I had fun.”

“Yah, what do you mean darling?!” Baby Sleek scolded playfully as she slaps the back of Chocol’s head and drags her back by her arm, causing the younger woman to pout.

“Stop flirting with her and get back to our seats! “Darling,” your face.” Jam Republic just laughs at the dynamic of the orange team.

The rest of the crews are still in shock that the first and only person so far to break the winning streak of Wolf’Lo is the ballerina of the pink team.

“Wow, (Y/N) really is amazing.” Rena of Tsubakill said, still in awe of the Jam Republic member who is now currently walking back to their seats.

“She only had two battles so far and she’s already proving herself as one of the strongest dancers here.” Akanen replied.

“Fight judge Monika, why did you pick (Y/N) as the winner of the battle?” Kang Daniel asked.

“I’m going to keep it short and frank, (Y/N) did not only dance, she told a story.” Monika says while looking at the dancer. “She told a story while embodying a well-known character of the movie which is insane because it’s as if you really are her for a second. You brought colour to the dance – no, you brought fire to the dance.”

Jam Republic claps at Monika’s comment.

“(Y/N),” she adds, “you took me by surprise. You really are one of a kind.”

(Y/N) swears she could sob at the high regard. She stands up and bows deeply towards Monika like she did too Mike Song. She then stands up

“It’s like a main character moment,” Biggy said, watching as Kirsten place a win chip to their board. “Are we the side characters?” Lady Bounce laughed at her.

As (Y/N) places the first and only lose chip on the board of Wolf’Lo, Baby Sleek reaches up her hand and pats her head.

“Well done, (Y/N),” she says. “You really have gone far now. I’m proud of you.”

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badaspebble · 5 months

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✵ Come get me

Summary: Bada hasn’t been paying attention to you lately, which is starting to be frustrating. At first it was fine, seeing how much work she had to put into her team. Now that SWF was over, there was no need for her to pay so much attention to them. Guess you’ll have to make her pay attention to you.

Warnings: 18+ themes, (Dom!Bada, jealous!Bada, kinda mean!Bada but she’s soft at the end, strap-on use, teasing, hair pulling, semi-public, praise, edging, choking, swearing, dacryphilia)

Word Count: 3.8k

Bada Lee x fem!reader

@ijdtfsc Here you go! I hope it’s to your liking. I know you wanted them to go home and fuck, but I felt like if Bada finally had enough of reader, she wouldn’t be able to wait.

MDNI

Bada ignored your texts for the 6th time that day. You’ve been trying to set up a date for the both of you, hoping to relieve some of her stress, but she can’t even take her attention off of the team for a couple hours. You sighed as you theee your phone somewhere before plopping face first onto the bed. Staying there for a couple minutes, you almost fell asleep. Bada’s scent invaded your nose as you were on her pillow. For a minute, you almost forgave her. Just for a minute though.

When you sat back up, you ended up getting mad again. You huffed as you looked for your phone, cursing how dumb you are for throwing it somewhere in order to be dramatic. You found it by her hoodie, along with a picture she took in a rather...vulnerable state. You remembered that day. Bada was the most jealous she’s ever been.

You blinked, mind blanking for a second before you giggled. Your plan started forming. You might have to do it again…

You picked your phone up, going on Instagram before setting everything up. You picked a baby blue lacy skirt, paired with a baby blue lace bra. Rushing through your makeup, you couldn’t wait to see how Bada will act out. Taking your phone to capture a mirror photo and another photo where you’re slightly bent over was easy, unlike thinking of a caption to make Bada mad enough.

Sighing, you pondered on it a bit. Finally, you made a..lowkey bad one but you’re sure Bada will get the message. ‘Come get me ;)’

You scrunched your eyebrows together at the corny caption, but ultimately clicked post anyway. Turning your phone over, you finished getting ready before sending a text to your friends in order to let them know you’re ready.

Hearing a ding from your phone, you picked it up thinking it was your friends saying they were here. Instead, you got multiple messages, to say the least, from Bada.

‘What are you wearing

You’re not going out like that are you?

Hello?

Don’t leave like that.

Why are you showing everybody what’s mine?

I thought we talked about this

Can you take those down?

You better not fuck with me today baby

I’m not in the mood.

Hello?????

Call me’

More texts followed, along with numerous missed calls. You giggled before leaving her on seen. You turned your phone on DND and realized your friends were here so you hurriedly left the house and hopped in their car. The ride to the club was quick as it isn’t very far from the house.

Walking in, you were met with the smell of alcohol, sweat, and weed. You didn’t wait for your friends as you immediately went towards the dance floor, finding some cute girl to dance with. She looked older than you by quite a few years, and she had a particular tattoo on her shoulder. You bit your lip, deciding to grind on her and drink from her cup. She laughed at you before yelling something.

“What’s your name?” The stranger yelled over the loud music.

“It doesn’t matter.” You yelled back, drinking the rest of the alcohol from her cup. You threw it somewhere behind you before wrapping your arms around her neck.

“I’m Monika..” She whispered into your ear as she put her hands on your waist. “You here to let off some steam? You seem tense.” Monika teased as she squeezed your hips.

You snuggled into her neck, inhaling her scent. “Mmm, you could say that. I’ve been ignored lately.” You say with a pout.

Monika laughed…in your face. “You came here cause you felt ignored? Oh you sweet girl. Do you want me to help you?”

You looked at her with wide eyes, not knowing what to do. You were thinking of a million excuses a minute to say. (Un)lucky for you, you felt a large hand grab your shoulder. “Excuse us, ma’am. This is my ‘sweet girl’. Sorry for bothering you.”

Bada’s voice cuts through, and her grip is harsh on your shoulder. Monika looks at Bada with a smile. “She’s not bothering me at all, actually. I think we were just getting started, weren’t we?” Monika asks you, still looking at Bada.

You smirk, taking this chance like a dumbass. “We were. If you don’t mind us..” You take Monika’s hand and go closer to the middle of the dance floor. You look back at Bada, seeing her breathing heavier with her gaze turning darker every second. You look closer and see her fists clenching and unclenching repeatedly. Blowing a teasing kiss towards her, you look forward again and step closer to Monika.

Bada breathes out a laugh at your audacity, not actually thinking you’d be bold enough to do this shit in front of her. She licks her lips before biting her bottom lip. She puts her hands in her pockets and walks over to a booth, staring at you the entire time. Bada relaxes, knowing nobody will ever compare to her. You’re probably just in a mood again.

You can feel her burning stare as you move your hips, Monika’s hands guiding you against her. You don’t know how many drinks you’ve had. All you know is that you’ve been taking Monika’s whenever she gets more from her friends. A new song comes on, making the entire club hype. Gone was the sexy, slow dancing type of vibe. Everybody was jumping around, screaming and yelling as they let go. You were no exception as you let go of Monika, opting to finally let loose. Your hair bounces with you as you jump and push through the crowd.

You look towards Bada’s direction, wanting to tease her a bit more. You see her still staring daggers at you before she smirks. She leans back and manspreads, tilting her head at you.

Gulping, you turn your body around, still keeping an eye on her. You then bring a hand towards your ass and grab it, hoping to rile Bada up. Before you could see a reaction, people started jumping around again. You laughed as you joined them, momentarily forgetting your plan.

Your body takes a quick screenshot as you feel somebody grab your waist. Turning around, you felt a little relieved and also a little scared to see Bada. “Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyy” You said jokingly, dragging out the word.

Bada stared at you, not saying anything. After a couple of minutes, you heard her voice. “Let’s go.” She demanded, not leaving any room for anything else other than obedience.

You found some room anyways. “Nuh uh..” You said with a smile. “I’m having fun here.”

Bada turned back towards you, previously turning away so she could walk you out. “Why are you so bratty today, hm?” Bada asked, her voice filled with annoyance.

“I’m not even being bratty. I’m just here to have fun and you’re here to ruin it.” You said, looking away. Your gaze found Monika’s as she made her way over.

Bada rolled her eyes as Monika approached. She tried to take your hand to lead you out but you avoided contact.

Monika stared at you, completely ignoring Bada. “I can’t seem to take my eyes off of you. Let’s go have some fun, yeah?”

You giggled, looking towards Bada before staring back at her. “Sure. Let me get some drinks first.”

Before Monika could say anything, Bada forcefully took your arm. She bumped shoulders with her, making sure Monika stumbled a bit.

You whispered to Monika as you walked by her. “Me personally…..I would not take that.” Your goal was to rile her up and in turn, rile Bada up. It didn’t work as Monika just laughed it off, opting to walk away.

You scrunched your eyebrows together in disappointment, hoping to at least get some amount of drama. Sighing, you let Bada drag you before you decide to poke fun at her.

“Why does your face look like you’re constipated?” You teased, feeling her grip tighten as her nails dig into you. Wincing, you continue talking. “No need to get all mad. I was just having some fun since somebody can’t make time for me..”

Bada rolled her eyes, ignoring your comments as you both finally approached her car.

She stayed silent as she all but threw you into the passenger seat, slamming the door. She makes quick work as she hurries to the driver's side.

“Why are you mad? YOU ignored ME.” You say sassily, leaning your head on the window.

She continued to ignore you, starting the car. She doesn’t look at you once as she starts driving.

“I’m the one that should be mad..” You mumble. You didn’t expect her to hear it, but seeing as her grip on the steering wheel tightened with her knuckles turning white, you could tell that she was holding herself back.

You continued. “Surprised you even noticed my post instead of hanging with Tatter and them.” You specifically single out Tatter’s name, knowing Bada was especially close with her.

Bada bit her tongue, completely over it. She pulled over on the side of the road, unbuckling herself. She looked over at your confused face.

“You’ve been awfully bold today, baby.” She said, picking you up and setting you on her lap. She made sure to set her chair back a little. “I had a feeling I’d have to use this today..” Bada whispered, grinding you ever so gently on her lap, making you feel the bulge under her cargos.

Bada looked up at you, gripping your hips. “Maybe you need to get fucked, right? That’s why you’re acting like this..” Bada bit her lip and continued, making sure to keep direct eye contact. “You just needed me to make you feel good again.”

You whimpered. “Are you gonna do something or not? I think I got Monika’s number in case I needed somebody else..”

Bada breathed through her nose harshly before switching your positions, you back against the laid out seat. “Learn your place before I fuck you into it.” She leaned down and whispered into your ear. Her hot breath making you shiver. She then bit the top of it as she moved back, kneeling between your legs.

“And what’s with singling out Tatter?” Bada said casually as she started grinding her hips into yours.

“What’s with always hanging out with her and the rest of them?” You shoot back, trying not to buck your hips. You dig your nails into the seat as you shy away from her eyes.

Bada giggled in disbelief. Her hand cupped your cheek in faux innocence. “You should know by now that my eyes are only on you.” Her tone started to change as the hand cupping your cheek started to grip your jaw. “Stop being a fucking brat.” Bada spat as she stopped grinding on you, using her hands to trace the outline of your bra. “And going out like this? This isn’t even a fucking top.” She said, slapping the side of your bra-clad boob.

Your half-lidded eyes looked up at her, drinking in the way her teeth were digging into her lip harshly. “Doesn’t it look cute?” You say with a giggle before your eyes widen. The hand holding your jaw trailed towards your neck. You started to say something until you were interrupted by her giggle.

Bada was going to hold your neck, but you just kept talking. She was starting to get annoyed so she shoved two of her fingers inside of your mouth, effectively shutting you up. Her other hand trailed your body, running between your cleavage. She got to the band of your skirt, running her long fingers over the patterns. Her fingers went further down your throat, making you gag with your eyes watering.

“I love it when you’re quiet baby.” She said, focusing on your skirt. Her hands abruptly landed on your waist, turning you over so your stomach is on the seat. She unclasps your bra, throwing it somewhere in the back.

“Do you have to be this dramatic?” You sighed into the seat, moving uncomfortably. You felt her hands trail your back, almost giving you a massage with the way she was pressing into you.

“Shut the fuck up.” She said before you heard the sound of rustling. You felt her flip your skirt up, not even bothering to take it off. “You’re already so wet…this is what you wanted, right?” You felt her pause, waiting for your answer.

You turned your head to the side, making sure you could see her. “Mhm…” You said, avoiding her eyes out of embarrassment.

“Good girl.” Bada mumbled before palming your ass in both of her palms. She bit her lip, smacking it as she watched it jiggle. “Love your ass so much baby. Wanna have it on me forever..”

You whined, pushing your hips against her. That’s when you realized the rustling you heard was her moving her cargos down just enough to where her strap was out. Your body stuttered, feeling the tip of it hit your clothed cunt.

Bada muttered something you couldn’t understand. She then spoke louder as she gripped her strap. “Spread your legs a lil more baby…there you go angel.”

She held the strap in her left hand while her right hand was still gripping your ass. The tip of it teasingly poked your cunt through your panties. Bada gasped subtly, loving the string of wetness that connected them even with the fabric in the way. “God…such a needy little thing aren’t you, angel?”

You rolled your eyes, pushing your body back so she could understand what you wanted. Bada chuckled at you as you proved her right. She gave a light smack to your ass and pulled your panties aside, letting the tip of her strap hit your clit.

Bada’s eyes almost rolled back at your whoreish moan paired with your cunt very obviously clenching around nothing. She started to spread your wetness everywhere with each pass of her strap, wanting to be as sloppy as possible. She ignored your whines as she took her time. She carefully smacked your clit with the tip of her strap, making you moan into the seat.

“Wanna feel you fill me up..” You mumble, trying to look back at her.

“Gotta be patient princess. I’ll fuck you real good, don’t worry.” Bada mumbled, teasing your hole with the tip. She would put it in and pull it out, not giving you the satisfaction of actually being filled up.

She slowly eased into you, letting you feel every detail on her strap before she was completely inside you. You heard her sigh as she stayed still, not moving.

Pushing back onto her, you began to fuck yourself because you couldn’t bother to wait for her to do something. Your cunt was wet, wanting to be used, so you did it yourself.

Before you could actually get a good pace, you felt Bada’s hand snake up your back before finding its place in your hair. She pulled harshly, snapping your head up as you stopped. Your moan was loud and shameless, your cunt gushing around her strap.

“Whatchu think you’re doing baby?” Bada leaned over your body to mumble in your ear. “Hm? Who said you could fuck yourself like that?” She still hasn’t moved herself, letting you warm her strap. When you didn’t answer her, her grip on your hair turned harsher as she finally started thrusting into you. It was slow, deliberate. She wanted to make you desperate for more.

Your mouth opened as your eyes watered a little, still feeling the pain of her strap stretching you out. You bit the seat, letting yourself be used by her.

Her pace picked up, as the hand that was gripping your ass now played with your breasts. “I fucking love your body. So pretty for me. You like when I fuck you like this? Yeah?” Your moans made her go slightly faster. “I know, angel…” She mumbled off-handedly, making sure she hit your sweet spot that had you mewling.

Bada laughed as she kept fucking you. “Awe. My poor baby. You gonna cum already? Gonna make a mess all over my cock?”

You whimpered, loving that she referred to her strap as her cock. Your cunt clenched around her, feeling the grip she had on your hair tighten. Your eyes closed momentarily, trying to find something to say. “I- fuck Bada…gonna cum.” You finally moaned out. “Gonna make a mess..”

Bada hummed, speeding up. She played with your breasts gently. The difference between that and her rough fucking made your head spin. All you could hear was the sound of skin slapping, panting, and Bada’s little mumbles.

You could feel yourself about to let go, before Bada abruptly stopped. You couldn’t stop yourself from whining. You could tell that orgasm was going to be strong. Your watery eyes now let tears fall, mixing with the drool on your chin.

“You’ve been such a brat, baby. I can’t just let you cum like that.” Bada mumbled, pretending to be sad that she couldn’t let you orgasm. You didn’t say anything, opting instead to whine into the seat. You didn’t notice when she moved the both of you in the back seat, nor did you notice the way you were now on your back.

You didn’t really notice anything except the feeling of being full again. Your eyes widened in confusion at the fast intrusion, before looking at Bada. She was already looking at you with that annoying smirk of hers. Her bangs sticking to her forehead as she slowly rolled her body into yours.

“You just can’t help yourself, huh?” Bada said, making sure your eyes stayed on her. She had one hand on your waist, with the other trailing towards your neck again. Bada leaned over your body, the difference in size clear. She put her hand around your neck, slowly putting her body weight on that arm to choke you. “I love when you cry for me princess..”

Bada wasn’t looking at you anymore, but instead focused on the tears that fell from your eyes. She started kissing each drop, making sure to let her tongue come out a little too. You whimpered at her actions, hazy eyes looking anywhere but at her. The hand wrapped around your neck felt good, but you were slowly losing breath the more weight she put onto it.

“Bada—“ You had the remaining breath knocked out of you as she picked up her pace, returning back to her previous position. Bada was enticed by the way your breasts jiggled with each thrust. This made her go harder, fucking you into the seat unintentionally. Every roll of her hips into your cunt had your body moving. Your hands were everywhere, trying to find something to grasp onto.

One went towards her hair, and the other got pinned down by your waist by Bada. “Fuck..fuck angel you look so pretty like this. Love the way you look so ruined cause of me—“ Bada cut herself off as she gave a particularly rough thrust. She groaned as she did so, the other side of the strap hitting her clit perfectly.

She leaned down again, this time aiming for your breasts. Her mouth was all over you, giving kisses and sucking anywhere she could get. Her thrusts got faster, wanting to feel your breasts jiggle against her. She sucked your nipples, making sure her teeth grazed the tip of them each time she pulled her strap out. The hand holding your neck moved downwards, wanting to palm your ass.

Your long, drawn out moan showed Bada that you were going to cum…very soon. She hummed against your nipple before pulling herself up. “Gonna make a mess, hm? I don’t know if I should let you..” Bada giggled, loving the fear in your eyes.

“Please Bada…won’t be a brat again.” You mumbled breathlessly, letting out more drool. Your fucked out expression and hazy eyes almost convinced Bada. Almost.

She pretended to think about it for a second, feeling it get harder to fuck into you. “Maybe you should beg some more…”

“Please please please….I’ll do anything I swear. I’ll never be a brat again Bada. Please make me feel good. Wanna cream on your strap..”

Bada bit her lip, fucking into you a couple more times. She could feel you about to lose control, so she stopped. Her eyes sparkled as you sobbed. “Maybe if you weren’t such a brat..” Bada pulled her strap out slowly as to tease you. She pulled your body up, cupping your face in her hands. “I’ll make you feel good when we get home okay baby? Until then, we should talk about how bratty you were.”

She took the strap off, cleaned it before putting it somewhere secure. She started to clean you up, hesitating when she saw how red and puffy your cunt was. She really wanted to taste you, but she also wanted to edge you for your actions. She ended up ignoring her neediness to finish cleaning you up. Bada sat you on her lap, looking up at you.

“Are you jealous of how much time I’m spending with others? Or do you maybe feel unwanted?” Bada asked, paying close attention to your expressions.

“So now you wanna pay attention?” You ask with sass. You scoffed jokingly as she tried to make eye contact.

You avoided her eyes, opting to look at the..fogged up windows? You ignored it before you opened your mouth. “You don't pay enough attention to me…it feels like we’re not even in a relationship.”

Bada smiled and wrapped her arms around your waist, making you scoot closer to her. She put her hand on your head and guided it towards her chest. “You’re the only one I ever want, angel. I’ll make sure to spend more time with you, okay? Nobody will ever compare to you, I promise.”

“I know they won’t.” You say with even more sass, rolling your eyes. “I just don’t like how close you are with your team…especially Tatter.” You mumble into her shirt.

Bada took a deep breath, holding you tighter. “Tatter and the rest of them don’t have anything on you baby. You’re my goddess. The only one for me.”

You smiled slightly, loving how reassuring she is. “Do you promise to pay more attention to me?” You leaned up and looked at her.

Bada held out her pinky. “I pinky promise, princess.” You looked at her pinky weirdly.

“You’re so childish..” You say jokingly, hooking your pinky with hers. “Can we go home?” You asked, looking around the car in faux curiosity, hiding the fact that the only reason you wanted to go home was to finally cum.

She smirked and smacked your ass. “You’re such a naughty little thing, aren’t you?”

You both looked at each other, with Bada smirking before moving back up to the front. Bada looked at you one more time, seeing how hard you were squeezing your legs.

“Poor you…” Bada thought. She was going to have fun with you before she actually let you orgasm.

You looked towards her when you heard her giggle, side-eyeing her in distrust. “She’s definitely up to something.” You thought, sighing in disappointment at the inevitable teasing.

A/N: Bada is an ASS GIRL and loves sloppy sex idc what you guys say talk to a wall.

Also I’m ngl, I had hella trouble writing this cause I kept giggling at the words “boob” and “jiggle” LMAO

#bada lee #bada lee x reader #bada x reader #lee bada #bada lee smut #bada lee swf #swf2 #bada lee swf2 #bada lee fluff #Bada Lee please choose me #so fine omg #she’s an ASS girl deadass talk to a wall #requested #fem!reader #bada lee x fem reader

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scarletaqua · 8 months

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Muse

G!p Bada Lee x Fem! Reader

Y/n needs a model for a project…

Word count: 1736

Part 1, Part 2

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“As you all know, your final project is coming up. You need to find someone to model your designs, and submit the photos to me, class dismissed”

Y/n pack her things up neatly and put them in her bag. She totally forgot about the project, and with only a month left to hand it in, she didn’t know where to find someone to be her muse.

“Hey, you okay? You seem stressed out” Y/n’s best friend, Noze, said.

“Huh? No, not really. I totally forgot about the project now I don’t even know where to begin.” Y/n replied while walking out the classroom beside Noze.

“Designing is easy, I mean, for you it is. You’re the best in class. The problem is finding someone who’s willing to be your mannequin.”

Y/n hangs her head from frustration, sure she can think of designs quickly but she needs the perfect fit for her designs. She was thinking of making a masculine look for her project. And like Noze said, it’s gonna be hard to find someone to wear her designs.

“I know, Noze. How about you? Do you already have someone in mind?”, Noze tilts her head, thinking.

“I do have someone but she’s a teacher. She would look perfect for my project. I still need to ask her.”

Y/n knew who Noze’s talking about, it’s Ms. Monika, the dance teacher. Noze showed Y/n her designs, pointing out her centrepiece. Noze’s designs showcase a mix of female empowerment and elegance.

“Ooh! Since you wanted to design masculine clothes for women, how about picking someone from the dance class”

“I guess, I mean we could try. Do you know anyone there that would fit?”

Y/n and Noze stopped in front of her car, putting all their belongings in the trunk of Noze’s car and locking it. They made their way to the dance studio just behind their building. Noze said that they’re having their weekly freestyle battle right now. Y/n thought she might find actually find someone once she came in the studio. Most of the people’s fashion have some sort of masculinity in them.

“So? What do you think, Y/n? Find someone?”

“Hmm, I’m still looking. If you can introduce me to some of them, that would be great.”

“Sure sure. I know some of them.”

Y/n lets herself get dragged by Noze as she tries not to trip. There’s only a few people left in the studio as most of the people earlier were students who wanted to watch the battle. Y/n felt Noze slowed down and pulled her to her side. In front of her were a bunch of girls sitting on the floor, some of them are partly passed out.

“Hey Noze! Long time no see!”

“Aiki, we live in the same dorm room.”

Noze introduced Y/n to the crew as she tries to shove Aiki away from her. This is the first time Y/n have seen Noze refuse physical contact. Aiki, on the other hand, continues her stunt.

“So, Y/n right? I’ve never seen you around here before. I’m Lee Jung by the way. First time?”

“Yes, Noze said I might find someone to help me with my project”

“Ooh, what kind of project?” Y/n looked at the person and saw a giant. Maybe not a giant, but for her, and her height, it was a giant.

“O-oh, I need someone to be my muse.”

“Is that so? You got your pick?”, Y/n for some reason can’t keep eye contact with this person. She looked down at her shoes and her hands on her back.

“I’m still not sure, I need someone that would fit a masculine design.”

“I’ll be your muse.” Y/n looked up ready to thank the taller girl. She unknowingly took a few minutes checking her out, imagining the way her designs would look on the taller girl. Her height would definitely accentuate her designs, she thought.

“Hmm…I think that would be great.”

“Great, when should we start?”

“As soon as possible, what’s your availability?”

The taller girl sat down and invited Y/n to sit down on the floor beside her as well. They talked about their availability for the project, ignoring the stares of the people inside the studio. Y/n describes her designs to Bada, talking excitedly. Bada, on the other hand, was just admiring the way Y/n talks. As both of them succumbed in their own world, Noze and Aiki settled down behind them.

“Bada’s so whipped” Aiki whispered to Noze.

“I admit, they do look cute together” Noze whispered back.

“What are you guys whispering about?” Lee Jung asked, sitting beside Noze.

“I was talking about how our leader looked so whipped right now” Aiki answered.

“Ohhh, that’s true. She even insists on helping Y/n with her project”

Y/n and Bada decided to meet up after school tomorrow in Y/n’s apartment. They thought it would be easier since Y/n’s things are already there. Noze and Y/n bid their goodbye to the group and made their way back to the parking lot.

Back in the studio, Bada stood by the door smiling to herself. It’s like her smile is permanently attached to her face. She turned around and saw her members smirking at her with their arms crossed.

“So Y/n huh?”

“Leave me alone, Lee”

Bada started packing her things up trying to get away from her members as quickly as possible. She swings her bag behind her and waddles out of the studio. Aiki and Lee Jung laugh at their leader’s actions.

The next day…

Bada couldn’t wait to see Y/n again, so she stood by Y/n’s classroom door waiting for her class to end. She fixes her outfit, tryna look presentable in front of Y/n.

“Bada? What are you doing here?” Bada turned her head and faces Y/n.

“I was waiting for you. I thought we could go together” Y/n smiled at Bada,she pulled Bada beside her and clings on to her arm.

“Let’s go then!” Bada looked at Y/n beside her, and smiled to herself.

Y/n and Bada walked side by side, their arms still intertwined together. The conversation is full of Y/n’s rant about her professor and her project. Bada didn’t mind it at all, in fact she enjoyed it. Y/n’s apartment is only a few blocks away from their school. They decided to buy some snacks and some drinks in a convenience store beside her apartment.

“Hey Bada, what kind of snacks do you want?” Y/n leaned down in one of the aisles, accidentally pulling Bada down as well. “Oops sorry”

Y/n unlink her arm to looked at the snacks properly. Bada did not like the sudden change, but she was shy to ask Y/n to link their arms again. She settled with pinching a part of Y/n shirt, clutching it. She looked like a kid waiting for her mom to finish. Y/n laughed at Bada’s behaviour, she did not mind Bada being clingy with her.

“I think this is enough, let’s go”

Bada paid for the snacks and drinks even though Y/n insisted on paying. They made their way to Y/n’s apartment and settled on the living room. Y/n places her designs on the table in front of Bada, explaining her approach to the project.

“So I already have some sketches, I might need to make some changes to fit it with your style. I also need to take your measurements”

“Sure where do we start?”

Y/n asked Bada if she’d be comfortable wearing her designs. Bada nodded her head and stood up to let Y/n write down her measurements. Y/n began measuring Bada, standing on the couch to meet Bada’s height. Bada can’t help but to chuckle at Y/n, looking so cute tiptoeing even though she’s already standing on the couch. Y/n snaked her hands around Bada, bringing the measuring tape around her. Y/n hands are fixing the tape’s position around Bada’s chest part. Bada froze in her spot, holding her breath. Y/n notices this and places her hand on Bada’s back.

“Breathe, Bada”

Bada tries to normalize her breathing, letting Y/n work. Y/n wrote down Bada’s measurement and proceeded to measure her waist and her hips. Bada felt herself being lightheaded but she stood her ground. Y/n jumps down from the couch to measure Bada’s legs, kneeling down beside Bada. By now, Bada’s whole face is flushed. Her whole body is in heat. She can feel herself getting hard from all the measuring. She immediately sat down and covered her lap with a pillow once Y/n finished her measurements.

“You okay? Why are you sweating?”

“O-oh yeah, I’m okay!”

“Hmmm”

They both proceed with Y/n’s project, well just Y/n, Bada just sat on the couch watching Y/n. Bada focuses her attention on the snacks that they bought earlier, stuffing her face with gummies. Y/n saw this and asked Bada to leave some for her. Giving her some every few minutes.

Y/n finished most of her designs, putting it on her binder. She turns to look at Bada to see her sleeping on the couch. Y/n stood up from the floor and sat down beside Bada. She made sure not to make too much noise, as she was scrolling through her phone, she felt Bada’s head on her shoulder. Y/n places her hand on Bada’s cheek to help her lean on her. They stayed in that position for a while, Y/n gently placing her head against Bada, lulling herself to sleep. Bada suddenly sat up, and looked around. Y/n smiled at Bada and told her she fell asleep.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n”

“It’s alright, Bada. I fell asleep too, we can continue this tomorrow.”

Bada nodded her head and gathered her things, they walked towards the door, bidding each other good bye and good night. Y/n readies herself to go to bed, when she receives a text. It was from Bada.

Bada: Hey, I just wanna say sorry about earlier. I got your number from Noze btw. Okay goodnight 😊

Y/n: I told you it’s alright. Have a Good night too❤️

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This one is a two-parter. I’m so sorry for not updating for almost a week.

Anyway enjoy reading this one, I’m working on the next part☺️

#bada lee x fem! reader #bada lee x reader #badawhatarewe #g!p #bada lee

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graciesluva · 11 months

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jealousy, caitlin clark

caitlin clark x vb! reader

in which caitlin has a jealousy problem and let’s it get the best of her.

disclaimer: i don’t play volleyball :) i actually barely know anything about it except from what i’ve collected by watching my sister play so sorry if it’s inaccurate!

Caitlin made it a point to try and make it to all of your games. She rarely missed one unless basketball took her away, which you understood. You tried to make it to all of her games as well and you did most of the time, sitting with her parents if they were in attendance or just with your friends who also showed up.

Once the end of October hit, it was harder, but most of the time it worked out. August through September, you could almost always count on her being in the crowd, normally having Monika and Kate (or any of the girls) in tow.

On this particular night, the team was playing extremely well. You, a libero, had been taken out during the second set after landing on your arm in a painful way when trying to pancake on the floor. You were mad at yourself for it, never really getting hurt when diving or anything, but it was something that was out of your control now.

You were put back in during the third set, after winning the first and second sets. There was a dull pain in your arm as you dove to the ground to save a ball again.

Soon enough, the Hawkeyes took a third win, the game over. You clapped hands with the other team, heading back to the locker room with your team.

Once you’d gotten all of your things pack up, putting a pair of sweatpants, leaving you in your uniform top. You stepped out of the locker room, going to look for Caitlin who had told you she’d be here.

“Hey, 22!” you hear someone call. You share a number with Caitlin, something you both like. Quickly, you turn your head to see a girl from the other team stepping toward you, “You good from that fall earlier?” she asked.

You laugh softly, nodding your head, “All good here. I’m sure I’ll have some bruises.”

The girl nods, looking you up and down a little, pressing her lips together with a smile. Unbeknownst to you, Caitlin, Monika, and Gabbie were walking up after spotting you. Caitlin’s jaw was clenched, watching this girl check you out.

“Caitlin, you should calm down a little,” Monika told her, the three of them stopping far enough away to where you still don’t notice them.

Caitlin furrows her brows, “I’m calm,” she answered.

“You’re staring like you wanna kill someone and I know it won’t be y/n,” Gabbie chimed in.

Sure, Caitlin was a little protective of you. She had a little bit of a jealousy problem, but you couldn’t do anything about that. It’s like she knew when another girl or guy was flirting with you and it set her off real quick. When the girl talking to you gently hit your shoulder when laughing at something that was definitely not that funny, Caitlin almost lost it.

You felt fingers brush your back from behind you, latching onto your waist as they pulled you into their side. Knowing it was Caitlin, you put your hand on the side of her stomach, a smile gracing your features.

“Hi, nice to meet you,” Caitlin said to the girl in front of the two of you who now looks defeated. Caitlin looks a bit smug.

She smiled at Caitlin, “You too,” she said before looking back at you, “Good job tonight.”

“Thanks, you too,” you respond. The girl turns and walks away and Caitlin kisses your head gently.

You looked up at Caitlin, “Was that necessary, baby?” you asked with a smile.

She shrugged with a nod, “She was flirting.”

“She was being nice,” You respond.

Caitlin shakes her head as she presses a kiss to your lips, Monika and Gabbie walking toward the two of you.

Gabbie has a look of relief on her face, “We thought she was going to kill her,” the Marshall girl told you.

You stared up at your girlfriend with wide eyes as she shakes her head again, “They’re lying. I wasn’t going to kill anyone. Just had to make sure she knew you were taken.”

“Goodness, Clark, don’t lose your shit.”

#caitlin clark #iowa wbb #caitlin clark x reader

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03jyh23 · 10 days

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— the fear still lingers || choi jongho

i know nothing is forever but i still can’t let go, turns out the love i wanted to give you is hurting me more

idol!jongho x reader

genre: angst, a bit of fluff

trigger warnings: emotional distress, relationship conflict, career-related stress, (hongjong is a dick)

words: 2.6 (yeah it was supposed to be shorter)

written while listening to: fear by seventeen

reminder: what you're about to read is purely fiction, so let's keep it separate from reality.

minors do not interact

— hi there! i was so happy to see a jongho request, thank you so so much @jjongbearshoney! i struggled with this one for a while, but i'm happy with the outcome! let me know if you liked it!

love, monika. ♡

In the quiet stillness of the late-night hours, when the rest of the world slumbered and the city lay cloaked in darkness, you found yourself drawn to the familiar dance studio where Jongho poured his heart and soul into perfecting his choreography. It had become your secret haven, a sanctuary where you could finally be together away from the prying eyes of the world. In the secrecy of the night, you and Jongho stole moments together. Living as somebody’s secret wasn’t easy. You knew the risks, the potential consequences of forbidden love. But each stolen moment, each meeting only deepened the love between you. You must admit that there was a certain allure to living on the edge, dangerously close to being caught. But as the nights turned into days, and the days into months the weight of your secret threatened to crush you both, Jongho couldn't help but wonder if the thrill was worth the risk, if the ecstasy of your love was worth the inevitable heartache that lay ahead. And yet, despite the doubts that gnawed at his heart, Jongho couldn't bring himself to let go—not when your touch felt like home, not when your love burned brighter than the only witness to your love – the stars.

The familiar click of the back door closing behind you sent a shiver down your spine, a thrill of anticipation mingled with a lingering sense of trepidation. It was your usual way in, a well-worn path through the shadows that led to the dance studio. As you made your way through the dimly lit corridors, the soft echo of your footsteps seemed to reverberate against the walls. You slipped through the door of the familiar studio, the rhythmic beat of the music filled the air, the soft glow of overhead lights illuminating the empty space, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of anticipation in your chest. Jongho’s silhouette was a familiar sight against the backdrop of the dance floor. Jongho’s movements were fluid and graceful as he lost himself in the rhythm of the music. For a moment, you simply stood in the doorway, content to watch your boyfriend from afar.

As Jongho noticed your presence, he paused the music, the abrupt silence filling the room. His eyes widened with a mix of surprise and concern as he took in your figure standing in the doorway, your silhouette illuminated by the soft glow of the studio lights.

''What are you doing here? I didn't text you to come down tonight.'' Jongho's voice broke through the silence, his tone a mixture of apprehension and curiosity. He took a step closer, his movements cautious as if he were afraid you might vanish into thin air if he moved too quickly. You met Jongho's gaze head-on, your own expression a blend of determination and longing.

"Well, I'm usually here on Thursdays, so I decided not to wait until you texted me," you replied, your voice steady despite the nerves fluttering in your stomach.

"You shouldn't have come," Jongho murmured, his voice tinged with regret. "Baby you know we have to be careful. We can't risk getting caught." you nodded, throat tightening with the weight of the situation. You knew the dangers of your forbidden love, the consequences that loomed large on the horizon. And yet, even as the fear of being caught gnawed at your heart, you couldn't shake the feeling that being with Jongho was worth any risk.

''I'm sorry Jongho, it's just I wanted to see you tonight, you are so busy lately and I miss you, give me a quick kiss and I'm gone'' Jongho's expression softened at your words, a hint of guilt flickering in his eyes as he realized the impact of his busy schedule on their relationship.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," he murmured, his voice tinged with regret. "I've been so caught up with work lately, I didn't realize how much I've been neglecting us." Your heart ached at the vulnerability in Jongho's voice, the raw honesty of his admission pulling at your hearts.

"It's okay, Jongho," you replied softly, your tone gentle and understanding. "I just wanted to see you tonight, to remind you that I'm here for you, no matter what." And before Jongho could respond, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his in a quick, tender kiss. Before you could pull away, Jongho's arms found their way to your waist, pulling you closer, your heart raced as you melted into Jongho's embrace, the warmth of his touch searing your skin, the taste of him intoxicating.

"I needed that," your heart skipped a beat as Jongho whispered those words into your mouth, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. He leaned in again to leave a quick peck on your lips. His eyes smiled as he pulled away, the warmth of his touch lingering on your lips like a sweet memory. ''Well since you're already here, you can stay for a while?'' A smile spread across your lips at Jongho's invitation, heart fluttering with warmth at the prospect of spending more time with him.

"I'd love to," you replied, voice soft with affection. "There's nowhere else I'd rather be than here with you."

"I still need to get things done, though, but you can sit back and watch, how’s that?" you only nodded, as Jongho played the music, you settled against the wall, eagerly watching him as he moved with grace and precision to the beat.

"Let me show you our new choreography," he said, a playful grin on his lips. "I still need some time to perfect it, but your boyfriend is incredibly good, so I'm sure he'll get it before the night ends." his laughter filled the room as he effortlessly glided across the floor, lost in the rhythm. You couldn't help but admire Jongho's talent and dedication. While you could listen to him sing for hours, there was something truly captivating about watching him dance. With each move, he seemed to exude a magnetic energy, drawing you in and leaving you spellbound. It was as if he were channeling a hidden power, his passion, and artistry on full display for you to witness. As the music reached its crescendo and Jongho's movements slowed to a halt, you applauded Jongho's performance, your heart overflowing with love and admiration for the man before you. And as he flashed you a grin, his eyes sparkling with joy, you knew that no matter what you were going to stick beside him. As Jongho stopped the song from repeating, you felt a rush of anticipation flood your senses. Your heart pounded in your chest as he jogged over to you, his expression filled with happiness and excitement. When he softly grabbed your chin, his touch sending tingles down your spine, you couldn't help but be mesmerized by the intensity in his eyes as they scanned your face. Your heart raced even faster as Jongho's hand found its place on your cheek, his touch gentle yet electrifying. His attractiveness was undeniable, especially in such moments when his passion for his craft shone through so brilliantly. Your body reacted instinctively to his proximity, every nerve on edge as you drank in the sight of him before you. You were on the verge of leaning in, the intensity of the moment pulling you irresistibly closer to Jongho, when suddenly he stopped you abruptly, his hand gently holding you back. Your heart skipped a beat, confusion flickering across your features as you looked up at him, searching for an explanation in his eyes.

“Wait. Did you hear that?” Jongho's eyes darkened with worry as he listened intently. Your heart lurched in your chest at Jongho's words, a cold shiver running down your spine as his expression shifted from happiness to worry. You strained your ears, listening intently for any signs of intrusion, the once comforting silence of the dance studio now feeling oppressive and threatening. And then, faintly, you heard it—rustling followed by footsteps, a sound completely out of place. “Shit, I think somebody’s here,” Jongho whispered, his eyes wide with alarm. Panic surged through you as you realized the gravity of the situation. If you were caught together like this, the consequences could be catastrophic, not just for Jongho's career, but for both of you. With a sense of urgency, Jongho took your hand, his grip tight with determination. "We need to go," But before you could make your escape, the door creaked open, revealing a figure silhouetted against the dimly lit hallway—Hongjoong, his eyes wide with shock as he took in the scene before him. Panic seized you as you realized the magnitude of your mistake—the consequences of your secret being exposed, the potential fallout that could shatter Jongho's career and destroy everything he had worked so hard to build. Jongho's heart plummeted as he locked eyes with his leader, his mind racing with a thousand excuses and half-truths. "Hongjoong, it's not what it looks like," he stammered, his voice strained with desperation. But Hongjoong's gaze remained fixed on you, his expression unreadable as he took in the scene before him.

"Who is this, Jongho?" he asked, his voice tight with barely concealed anger. You felt a wave of panic wash over you, your throat constricting with fear as you struggled to find the words to explain.

"I-I'm just a friend," you finally managed to say, your voice trembling with nervousness.

"It's not like that, Hongjoong," Jongho protested, his voice tinged with desperation. But Hongjoong's gaze remained cold and unforgiving, his eyes boring into Jongho's with a fierce intensity.

"You're risking our career by bringing over a mere friend?" said, his voice laced with disbelief. You felt your chest tighten with guilt as you watched the tension crackle between the two bandmates, the weight of their unspoken fears threatening to suffocate them all.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cause any trouble," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath. But Jongho knew that apologies were not enough—not when your secret had been laid bare for Hongjoong to see, not when the consequences could spell the end of everything, he had worked so hard to achieve.

"I love her, Hongjoong," he confessed, his voice trembling with emotion. "I can't just...I can't just walk away."

"You can’t but you will," Jongho's heart sank as Hongjoong's words cut through the heavy silence.

"But Hongjoong..." Jongho began, his voice faltering as he searched for the right words to defend his choices. Hongjoong held up a hand, cutting him off before he could continue.

"Jongho, let's face the truth. We don't have time for love," he stated firmly, his expression unyielding as he met Jongho's gaze head-on. "You need to stay focused. We aren't in a space to be distracted. We need to work harder than ever for this album. It's about the future of our band." Jongho felt a lump form in his throat as he struggled to comprehend the weight of Hongjoong's words. The truth of your situation hit him like a ton of bricks—his love for you, no matter how deep, could not outweigh the demands of their career, the expectations placed upon them by their fans and their company. You felt your chest tighten with guilt as you watched the tension crackle between the two bandmates, the weight of their unspoken fears threatening to suffocate you all. You had never intended to come between Jongho and his dreams, but now, as you stood on the sidelines of his life, you couldn't shake the feeling that you were more of a hindrance than a help.

Hongjoong's voice held a firmness that brooked no argument, his words cutting through the air with a finality that left Jongho reeling. "So you’re going to end this, and you're doing this tonight, understood?" Jongho felt the weight of those words settle heavily on his shoulders, the gravity of the decision ahead of him bearing down like a crushing weight. With a heavy sigh, he nodded, his heart heavy with the knowledge that he had no choice but to comply.

"Understood," Jongho replied, his gaze falling to the floor as he struggled to contain the turmoil raging within him. In that moment, he knew that he was sacrificing not just his own happiness, but the happiness of the woman he loved—a price he was willing to pay for the sake of his dreams.

"You're lucky it's me, not the managers." Hongjoong's words echoed in the heavy silence, their weight settling in the air like a thick fog. Jongho's heart clenched at the reminder of the precarious position you were in, the threat of discovery by their management looming over him like a dark cloud. He knew that if anyone else found out about his relationship with you, the consequences could be catastrophic—not just for him, but for the entire band.

"Yeah," Jongho murmured, his voice heavy with resignation. "I know." He couldn't bear the thought of hurting you, of walking away from the happiness you had found together. And yet, he knew that he had no choice but to heed Hongjoong's warning—to end your relationship before it was too late, before you were torn apart by forces beyond their control. Hongjoong's gaze shifted to you, his expression firm and uncompromising.

"And as for you, you need to leave immediately," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. Your heart sank at his words, the weight of his command pressing down on you like a heavy burden. You knew that lingering any longer would only risk further complications, not just for Jongho, but for yourself as well.

"I don't want to leave, I love him too," you interjected, your voice trembling with emotion as you pleaded your case. "We can be more careful from now on. We'll make sure no one finds out." Your heart raced as you waited for Hongjoong's response, desperation clawing at the edges of your words. You couldn't bear the thought of losing Jongho, of letting go of the love you had fought so hard to protect. And yet, you knew that convincing Hongjoong would be an uphill battle—one that you might not win.

"I hate to break it to you, but Jongho already made up his mind," Hongjoong's words cut through the heavy silence, his tone firm and unwavering. "He's not going to risk our career over you." Jongho stood still, his expression a mixture of anguish and resolve as he listened to Hongjoong's words. Despite the pain etched on his face, there was a steely determination in his eyes—a recognition of the harsh reality of their situation. Tears welled up in your eyes as you struggled to comprehend the finality of Jongho's decision. It felt like a dagger through your heart, the crushing weight of his choice threatening to engulf you in despair. And yet, deep down, you knew that Hongjoong was right. Jongho wouldn't jeopardize everything they had worked so hard for, not even for the love he had for you. With a heavy sigh, you nodded in resignation, the tears streaming down your cheeks as you came to terms with the inevitable. It was a painful realization, but one that you knew you had to accept. And as you turned to leave, the echoes of Hongjoong's words ringing in your ears, you couldn't help but wonder if your love for Jongho was doomed from the start.

#ateez x reader #ateez x y/n #jongho x y/n #jongho x reader #jongho #ateez angst #jongho angst

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weemsicallygay · 6 months

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pretty lips | i. so it goes...

so it goes… i’m yours to keep and i’m yours to lose.

(all images credited to their owners.) lowercase intended. not proofread. most certainly gay.

“unnie, i have a feeling she’ll be there.” hyowon utters as she wiped the grime off of the dining table, “it’s impossible for her not to be there.”

jungwoo sighs, “if she’s there, then so be it. it’s not like we can back out now.” her hands move to comb through her hair, feeling a headache coming in, she decided to retire for the night.

“i’ll be in my room if you need me unnie, sleep well!”

laying in bed, with her eyes staring at the ceiling, nothing in her mind if not for the sole thought of the woman she was about to meet again tomorrow.

“i wish i know what i’ll do when i see you.” she mumbles, sleep taking her in.

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“you know unnie, dayoung told me they were joining the competition.” korinne suddenly blurts out as hana sat on the living room couch, the woman humming in acknowledgement as she scrolled on her phone.

“you can’t avoid her forever, hana.” hyewon utters as she grabs some popcorn from her place on the floor, “you can’t just keep running away from her when you have the chance. one day, you’ll run out of chances to run away, and you won’t be ready.”

hana sat there, though her thumbs were scrolling, her mind was right back on the night she left. she gave her friends a stare, a soft one for korinne and an annoyed one at hyewon.

“i know, i know. i’ll know what to do when the time comes.” she moved to stand, ruffling the younger’s hair as a sign of affection while throwing the pillow she was holding at hyewon’s face.

“i’ll know what to do. eventually.” she whispers to herself before walking into her bedroom.

—

the air in the battle stage area was great, prowdmon had just finished bantering with the other crews, bringing a smile to each other's faces despite the grueling pressure of the competition. now, only one crew was left, the last, but definitely not the least.

“it’s crazy how they managed to get akwaflow…” the leader of want, hyojin, mumbled, “it’s like suddenly seeing all of your past mentors in one setting, chills.”

“i’m so excited to see hana-unnie,” the youngest leader, leejung, failed to hide her excitement, her fellow crew members sharing her sentiment as a few of them were mentored by her.

“i feel like they’d be even more enthusiastic than prowdmon.” noze, despite her efforts to remain silent, couldn’t help but share her remark to her member, ansso. “hana-unnie is the most cheerful leader I know, of course she’s going to be happy to come in.”

in contrast to the excited and positive remarks of the other crews, the oldest of all the contestants sat there gazing at nothing. her hands and fingers felt like they were on fire with sparks in each nerve. she couldn’t sit still, not even next to her “rock” and confidant.

of course she couldn’t, not when the one woman she loved—loves—the most would be coming back to her proximity in more or less three years.

“it’s gonna be okay, unnie.” lip j—hyowon placed her hand on her arm reassuringly, “she’ll probably just shrug you off.”

monika—no, jungwoo sighs, “i know.” jungwoo couldn’t answer back anything else but that, too busy reminiscing about the past to even stay present. hyowon and dayoung, who noticed the lack of words from her mentor, looked at each other in worry.

“she’s gonna be fine.” hyowon mouthed, dayoung merely looked at her with a gaze, a gaze only they were aware of what it meant—she definitely wasn’t going to be fine.

just as expected, footsteps welcomed the crews’ earshot as multiple excited giggles accompanied the awed gazes of each member.

first to lead the line was the oldest of the crew, hyewon. her big smile was immediately mirrored by the other contestants as she greeted enthusiastically. “omo, hello everyone! so many familiar faces, this is gonna be fun!”

not long after her was the youngest, korinne. not lacking an ounce in confidence as she greeted the crews with the same enthusiastic grin as her elder crew member, her eyes forming crescent moons, almost as if she shifted into a smaller version of hana.

“oh my god, i thought that was hana-unnie.” rihey, the leader of cocoanbutter, suddenly uttered, leaving her crew members in giggles.

“hello everyone!” she waved. her eyes scanning the room and stopping at the crew next to their designated seats, her head tilted slightly and her smile faltered, and like clockwork, she merely turned to bow politely before moving onto the next crew.

jiyeon smiled at the younger girl, "jangmi-yah, you look so healthy!"

the girl smiled, "you too, unnie!" with a flash of her charismatic smile, the members of prowdmon all burst into giggles.

"wow, they weren't lying, she really looks like miss hana."

dayoung grinned at hyeily, "she could pass for jungwoo-unnie and hana-unnie's daughter." the former smiled at that remark, knowing well that she helped harness the skills of akwaflow's youngest member alongside their leader.

a few steps behind were the two middle children of the family, terra and jackie, who managed to captivate the eyes of the crews closer to their designated places with their signature fashion styles.

“crazy how small the venue is.” terra murmured, receiving a soft hit from jackie with a soft grin. “don’t say that, you might jinx us.”

terra merely shrugged at the older woman before staring at the other crews, her eyes caught the eye of the youngest from prowdmon.

“hi dayoung-ah!” she grinned and waved, frowning when she didn’t get a grin back, only a polite nod. “huh, alright.”

dayoung grinned a few seconds later, "unnie i'm sorry, hi unnie!'' she retained her grin even after the older gave a slight pout.

last, but certainly not least, was the leader herself. clad in a monochromatic black muscle tee and pants ensemble with a pair of boots that made her taller than anyone else on the platform, to say that she looked regal was an understatement even with jungwoo just behind her.

“she looks like she owns the place,” gabi mumbles, “we’ll see about that.”

she greeted each crew with a smile of her own, a classic cheshire-like yet motherly smile as a few familiar faces came into her sight. “hi everyone! i trust you guys have been taking care of yourselves, yes?” choruses of “yes” and other answers in similar fashion crowded the room.

“yes, professor!” a voice from want suddenly voiced out, hana grinned at the sight of chaeyeon from the roster. “-ah, good to see you!”

hana, bewildered by the set as her eyes stared up at every detail, missed the look on the oldest contestant’s face. jungwoo sat there staring at nothing but her face, waiting for the moment their eyes would lock so that she can see that smile again.

the moment came sooner than she anticipated, hana gave her a small smile and a short nod only to move her head seconds later. “hello.” she uttered politely, missing the slight wince jungwoo let out when she heard the formal greeting.

“woah, dayoung-ah, you’re so tall already! you too jungmin!” the said girls smiled and nodded gratefully at the compliment. jungwoo smiled as she continued to acknowledge her members.

she made conversation with the other members of jungwoo’s crew, yet not a single word was uttered towards her other than the greeting. jungwoo, with every ounce and fiber of confidence in her body, finally mustered up the courage to talk to her aside from greetings.

she breathes in, her mouth opening only to be interrupted by the video playing on the screen.

“oh, is that about us?” korinne grinned at the oldest’s remark, “probably, unnie. we are the last crew after-all.”

jackie raised her brows as her arms met in a cross, “we’ll see about that, wanna bet if all they said were bad comments?”

the leader tutted her lips, all crews stared at her in anticipation despite the video not playing yet, “you and your bets, but i’ll bite and bet 10 dollars.”

“i mean, them, unnie. they’re gonna be brutal.” hana nodded, already formulating the sentences and words she expected from prowdmon’s commentary. “still counts.”

“okay, here we go.” jackie said in a sing-song voice as her eyes stared at the screen.

the video started with a rendition of their choreography for ‘americano’, immediately all eyes and faces watching the video showed awe and amazement, the crew dancing in the video themselves being the exceptions.

korinne’s nose scrunched, “oh my god, not that!” jackie hid in the back of hyewon’s figure, hands covering her eyes and face as if she was horrified with what she saw.

“of all the videos they could’ve used—WHY!” hana playfully noted, “to be fair, you did a great job.”

“you always say that, unnie.” terra said moments before hana jokingly pushed her away.

COCOAnBUTTER’s commentary room came into view, “I think they’re really strong.” rihey commented, “they have strong choreography but it’s still flowy.”

“that’s why we’re AkwaFlow, duh.” korinne bit back, receiving giggles from jackie, a playful nudge from terra and a stare from the leader. the woman grins with a peace sign at rihey, “it was a joke, i’m sorry miss.” she mouths.

hyowon smiled from the back of the members, whispering to rosy, “jangmi hasn’t changed a bit.”

next to comment was YGX, “very strong competitors,” leejung pouted. “i heard one of their members really likes to battle as a hobby? if that’s so, then we’re screwed.”

“oh, you’re screwed alright.” korinne said with a smug smirk, leejung stole a glance towards the member with furrowed brows. “they really like to reply to the commentaries huh?”

hana, distracted by her members and the other crews’ chatting voices, decided to make a shushing sound and place a finger on her lips to signal silence. and like clockwork, all crews, with emphasis on her own members, stopped their chatting.

“i’m getting distracted, be quiet.” hyewon sealed her lips playfully while the younger members said their silent sorrys.

aiki watched everything from the side, “wow, she really commands the group well.” only to fall silent and stare anywhere else when hana’s eyes met hers.

HOLYBANG’s leader graced the screen with a small smile, “i’ve known hana since we were in our 20s, she’s got what it takes.”

“thank you hanee-unnie!” hana flashed a smile towards the leader of holybang, not expecting a smile back but she got one regardless. immediately her gaze moved back to the screen, unaware of the stare shared by hanee and jungwoo just a few seconds after their banter.

the orange hue of PROWDMON’s commentary room came into view. kayday grins at the screen, “we’ve known hana-unnie for years, we know her weaknesses.”

a surprised and amused commotion suddenly sparked in the room, while the other members of akwaflow decided to look in the orange team’s direction—the youngest and the oldest doing more than just staring, outright glaring, albeit playfully, at the members—the leader, the one mentioned herself, shrugged it off.

“i think that..” rosy pauses, “objectively speaking, they focus too much on choreography these days, are they even considered to be street fighters at this point?”

“yah!” terra exclaims, “then what am I then?!” she giggles as korinne pushes her down to sit, “i’m so hurt, rosy-ah!”

“cut it out,” she grins as she faces her members, “people change, you’ll never know.” she says as a matter of factly, glancing in jungwoo’s direction.

the latter never removed her sight on hana, still fixating on her figure even after she’s done facing her crew. she grinned when she heard a small “i’m sorry unnie” from their maknaes at the back.

“i think they’re celebrities.” hyeily commented, “that’s all they are.” added by kayday.

“oh?” hana suddenly perked up, “hm.” she hums in acknowledgement as she kept her gaze on the screen. behind her, even terra shared a glance with hyewon. she placed a hand on their leader’s shoulder, “it’s okay unnie.”

hyowon grabbed the card and utters, “hana is a really great battler and a great choreographer, but lately i think she’s just known as bts’ dancer.”

a clip of lachica’s peanut also came into view, “i know her more as bts j-hope’s choreographer friend.”

and another clip from wayb’s leeseo, “isn’t she hybe’s main choreographer? i knew her as that, i didn’t think she even battled before.”

lastly shown was a clip of monika’s solo commentary, “i don’t think she’s worth fighting against.”

blinks. she blinked once, twice, before her eyes went to hana’s figure once again. it was rare for jungwoo to be this quiet, even she was getting concerned with herself with how little she was speaking.

unbeknownst to her, hana was blinking as well, blinking back tears. “wow.” was all that she could say.

hana clicked her tongue, “did their mothers raise them with no manners? is this how you guys talk to your seniors?” she playfully remarked into thin air, though it’s effects caused even more tension with the crews as her eyes remained glaring at the screen.

the moment her lips formed into a grin, the other crews smiled and nodded as well. “let’s have a great battle, shall we?” hana grins as her crew finally went to their place by the seats.

“unnie,” jackie tapped her shoulder, “pay-up.”

that caused PROWDMON’s attention to move to their group once again, “did they have a bet?” dahee giggled.

hana, although reluctant, sighed and nodded. “i’ll give your ten dollars later, you brat.” the sub-leader grinned and almost cheered in joy, doing a small dance in her place as she sang, “i got 10 dollars, i got 10 dollars.”

“wow, jackie is still weird as ever.” hyowon remarked, her eyes never leaving the girl’s figure.

“she was talking about me earlier,” jungwoo suddenly voiced out, startling hyowon. “what unnie?”

“when she said people change, she was talking about me.” she whispered, afraid that the microphones would capture it.

she never liked voicing out her feelings out in the open, but that sentence took the oxygen right out of her lungs. hana said it with certainty, like she wanted to prove a point, like she wanted to defend an answer, and her glancing at jungwoo was the icing on the cake.

you did a number on me but, honestly, baby, who’s counting?

#monika shin x reader #monika shin #prowdmon monika #prowdmon #lipj #prowdmon lipj #street woman fighter #street woman fighter 1

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emmies-agere · 3 months

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Hiii!!! :3 Can i request cg Monika plzzz? She's my fav

hello anon!! of course <3 caregiver monika is so real! i’m sorry this took me a few days to write, i’ve been super busy ^^" i hope you enjoy!! take care :)

caregiver monika headcanons!

•monika is a very caring and maybe sightly overprotective caregiver!! she’s so happy to be your caregiver. i think she really enjoys feeling like she can look after you and keep you safe from everything <3

•treats you really small,, she’s the kind of caregiver to say, “you’re far too small to be doing something like that by yourself!” she really likes helping you out when you’re small, even if it’s just as simple as fixing a loose strand of hair or something like cooking a meal for you.

•her favorite pet names for you are baby, sweetheart, honey and little one! i think she would find it super adorable if you called her mama or moni or anything like that <3

•very very involved with you! if you’re coloring on the floor, she’ll go over next to you and start coloring her own picture! or if you’re building a pillow fort, she will help gather pillows and blankets and figure out how to position the chairs!

•monika can be a slightly strict caregiver, but only for your health!! if you look sleepy, she’ll insist on a nap (she’ll snuggle you though!!). she always makes sure that you’re eating three sufficient meals and that you have had at least some water. she doesn’t want to seem like she’s nagging! but your health is important to her.

•plays the piano for you!! she’ll play lullabies to lull you to sleep or pretty songs that make you smile. sometimes, she’ll let you sit next to her/on her lap and play something of your own. even if you’re just pressing keys or making your own melodies, she loves seeing you partake in an activity she loves!

•monika would also softly sing you songs. she loves humming a bunch of tunes for you, especially ones like “you are my sunshine” or the opening song of your favorite cartoon!

•i think she would read you a lot of poetry. she would especially read you love poems, so you know just how much she loves you! sometimes she even reads you some of her own c:

•very comforting when you’re upset. she’d wrap you into the warmest hugs, gently hushing you and promising everything would be okay. says things likes, “tell mama what’s wrong, baby” or “i’ve got you, shhh”

•loves baking with you! she would make cookies any time you asked and try to find unique recipes for things you guys could bake <3 like making your own caramel apples, or decorating your own cake!

•i imagine she’s slightly overprotective. she’ll readily glare at anyone who gives you a weird stare and trust that whoever tries to bother you won’t try it again. she has her ways, hehe...

•monika is a very sweet caregiver. she may seem a little overbearing, but she promises she just wants to make your regression as secure and happy for you as she can. she loves you so very much!

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matchacowbee · 7 months

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Don't be Scared!

oh yeah oh yeah i got another ddlc fic for u guys. i honestly just started this one today, i literally have 2 more that im writing LOLLL but idk i got inspired. i hope u guys like this one ><

This is in honor of spooky month ‼️

this is a tickle fic!! if thats not ur thing bye bye :3

all sfw!

Lee Natsuki 🌷Ler Sayori 🪴

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The four girls were having a sleepover today!! Everyone was excited! well…mostly everyone. They were watching a scary movie tonight, and Natsuki was a little afraid. Horror was definitely not the genre she preferred to watch, and especially at night!? No way!!

“I made popcorn!” Monika says, as she plopped down on the couch next to Yuri.

“Ahh yayy!” Sayori’s face lit up, and immediately reached over to have some.

“Sayori we haven’t even started the movie yet!” Monika pulled away the bowl from Sayori’s grasp.

“Aww cmon! Just a little?”

Monika and Sayori continued their banter, as Natsuki sat quietly next to Sayori and the arm of the couch. She wasn’t really prepared for the movie they were about to watch. Suddenly, the lights shut off, and she let out a little gasp. Luckily it went unnoticed by the others.

Fortunately, it was just Yuri turning off the lights. “Are you guys ready?” She said. The others nodded and Yuri had then started the film.

Natsuki had a pit in her stomach. She snuggled under the blanket and shuffled closer to Sayori. Sayori gently smiled at Natsuki and wrapped an arm around her.

Throughout the night, jumpscares, blood, gore, and more scary things flashed on the screen. Yuri was very used to this kind of stuff, and she didn’t react much. Sayori would get frightened, but then laugh about the jumpscares. Monika kept talking through the movie and wasn’t scared at all. And Natsuki hid in Sayori’s shoulder for the majority of the time. The noises alone scared her, and so many thoughts of the scenes in the movie replayed over and over in her mind.

Soon enough the movie was over. And it was late in the night. The girls had gotten into their sleeping bags and were ready to go to sleep.

“*yawn* Well that was a good movie!” Monika said. “I’m exhausted.”

“It would’ve been a better movie if you didn’t talk the whole time Monika.” Yuri said with an annoyed tone.

“I’m sorry but did you see how dumb the protagonist was acting!? Why would she go in there alone?” Monika and Yuri continued their conversation, while Sayori looked around for a minute. “Hey guys, where’s Natsuki?” She asked.

“Hm, she might be in the bathroom still.” Yuri said.

“I’m going to go check on her, it’s been a while.” Sayori then got up and headed towards the bathroom.

The light under the bathroom door was on, so it was clear that Natsuki was still in there. Sayori stood at the front of the door. She knocked lightly. “Hey Natsuki, you okay in there?”

Some silence went by, until Sayori heard a quiet, “…yeah” She heard sniffles from inside the room. “H-hold on Natsuki, I’m coming in.”

Sayori gently opened the door.

Natsuki was sat on the floor in her pajamas, head buried into her knees. Sayori immediately went and sat next to the small girl.

“Oh no, are you okay Natsuki? What’s wrong?”

The other girl sniffed and wiped any remaining tears on her face. “I-I’m fine.. *sniff* I just got a little scared.”

Sayori pulled her into a tight hug. “Awh was it because of the movie? You must not be good with scary things like that..” Natsuki buried her head into Sayori’s shoulder and silently nodded her head.

Sayori felt bad for Natsuki. She was one of the toughest people she knew, but even she was scared of things too. Natsuki held on tight to Sayori, and hesitated to pull away from her. It was a little out of her character, she wasn’t one to give out physical affection like this. Sayori felt the shorter girl shake as the embrace continued. Poor thing, she needed something to distract her from thinking about the movie.

Suddenly Sayori had an idea.

“You know.. I get scared sometimes too. But I have to remind myself that it’s not real. To kinda get me out of that mindset, I pinch myself and I realize it’s just a silly movie. Then I can just laugh about it after.”

Sayori hesitated for a minute. “Do you want me to try something to make you feel better?”

Natsuki looked up at Sayori. “U-um I guess so, but what are you going to do?” Sayori smiled and sat upright next to Natsuki.

She then put her hands on Natsuki’s waist, and pinched her sides gently. “Well I’m gonna try my method on you of course!” Sayori said cheerfully, as she began to squish and “pinch” Natsukis sides and tummy.

The other girl let out a little squeak, as she didn’t expect this from Sayori. “Wah! h-hehey! Whahat are yohou doing!?” Natsuki said, while letting out little giggles.

Sayori continued to squish her, adding occasional little scribbles on the lower part of her stomach. “I gotta get all of those spooky thoughts out of your head!”

Natsuki let out girly laughter, as she squirmed from side to side. “Ehehe t-thahahat tihihickles!” Natsuki lost her balance, and landed on the soft bathroom mat, while Sayori gained more access to her tickle spots. She pulled up Natsukis tank top, and scribbled her fingers around her bellybutton. Natsuki let out a squeal and swatted at Sayori’s hands. “EeEhehe! Staha- stohop!!” Her eyes were shut and her cheeks turned pink.

“Heyy, don’t swat my hands, I’m trying to help youu!” Sayori moved her hands up to Natsukis upper ribs and began to trace them.

Natsukis laughter jumped an octave, and she tried to escape from the tickles. “Sahahayorii!! doho-dohon’t dohooo thahat!” Sayori stopped for a sec. “Don’t do what, Natsuki?”

“T-tickle me!” She replied.

“Well jeez Natsuki, if you wanted some tickles to cheer you up, you should’ve just said so!” Sayori then continued her tickle onslaught on the girl.

“Hm, where should I tickle you then? Here? Or here! Oooh you’re definitely ticklish here!” Sayori delivered pokes between every word, and then eventually settled on Natsuki’s lower belly again.

“N-nOhohOoo!! Thihihis ihisint eheheee- w-what I mehe-meant!”

Natsuki was getting really flustered at Sayori’s teasing, but also really tired. She eventually stopped trying to fight against Sayori’s hands, but continued giggling at the tickly sensations. She laid there with her hands glued to her chest to protect her ribs, and continued to squirm.

Sayori looked down at the other girl. Feeling much more relieved that she wasn’t crying anymore, Sayori decided that it was probably time to stop tickling her. Again, Natsuki was one of the toughest people she knew, but also one of the most ticklish people too. And GOD it was cute when she let people see her sensitive side.

Removing her hands from her stomach, Sayori then pulled the other girl up off the floor. Natsuki was visibly embarrassed and found it hard to make eye contact with Sayori.

“Well Natsuki, how do you feel now? Are you still scared?” Sayori asked.

“U-um no not really…” Natsuki said

“That means my method worked!“ Sayori exclaimed. Natsuki was a little bewildered. “Huh??”

“I gave you a pinch and you ended up laughing about it!” Sayori chimed happily.

“Wha- no! You tickled me! …But I do feel better now though.” Natsuki looked back up at Sayori. Seeing her friend smile at her gently, that alone made her feel good too. “Thanks Sayori.. you’re a great friend.”

Sayori smiled at the shorter girl. “No problem, now let’s go to sleep. And let me know if you feel scared again, I can help.”

The two walked back to the living room and got into their sleeping bags. Yuri and Monika already had fallen asleep. Sayori laid next to Natsuki, waiting for her to fall asleep first. As soon as she did, Sayori had then went to bed as well.

the end <3

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You were meant to stay 1/3 (Sparrow X Amara)

Character (OCs):

Hannah "Sparrow" Clayton

Amara Thompson

SUMMARY: Hannah's and Amara's love story! How did they fall in love? 👀

Warnings: Female X Female, violence, fluff, some places are fictional.

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Words: 12.316

Hannah adjusted the strap of her luggage bag over her shoulder. She looked at the façade of the building with a certain nostalgia. It had been a long time since she last saw her little brother Connor. She had really missed him. But finally, she was able to find free time to visit him.

Connor lived in Kingston Upon Hull, in the UK. The hometown of Hannah and her siblings. The four brothers were born there, but when the twins were two years old, the Clayton family moved to their mother Monika's hometown, in Zermatt. They all grew up there, with a happy childhood, full of craziness and mischief. When they all became adults, each brother took a different path, Hannah and Nathan (the older siblings) stayed in Zermatt to start their business together, a garage where they repair and restore cars. Elizabeth went to Germany to study psychology and live with her uncles. And Connor, returned to Hull to earn a living and fly away from the nest. He got a job at a car dealership, he wasn't as good a mechanic as Hannah or Nathan but he knew about cars and he knew how to sell them.

Hannah approached the entrance to the apartment block and pressed the intercom button that corresponded to her brother's apartment. The door opened with a shrill sound. Hannah opened the door and just as she walked in another woman did.

"Oh sorry." Hannah excused herself, holding the door open so the girl could enter.

"Thank you"

She had to look at her twice. Hannah could see that this woman was incredibly beautiful. That woman exuded sensuality and confidence when she walked. Hannah had to force herself not to gawk for too long.

The young woman looked at her too, but not with as much adoration as Hannah did. Maybe it was because of the scars. Yes, it was always because of the scars, they scared anyone.

Hannah closed the door and walked towards the elevator. The woman was walking in front of her, probably towards the elevator too, swaying her hips from side to side. Hannah had to force herself not to look down.

You are no better than any man, Hannah Clayton…

The elevator arrived and they both got in. Hannah cursed when she saw the girl press the button corresponding to the floor Hannah had to go to.

This is going to be uncomfortable...

The wait seemed eternal, the elevator was also old and it seemed like it wanted to laugh at Hannah going slower than usual. The elevator was also small, Hannah was much bigger than the girl, and took up almost all the space. She had to press her back against the wall and leave the bag between her boots to take up as little space as possible. The woman was in front of her, she sighed and brushed her hair to the side, an aroma of sweet perfume crossed her nose. It was nice, very nice. Hannah probably reeked of sweat. She was returning from a long mission with the 141, it had been a very long trip and it was the end of summer. She wanted to take a shower as soon as she set foot in Connor's apartment.

Finally, the doors opened. The woman was the first to come out, and then Hannah.

Hannah reached the door that corresponded to her brother's apartment. She pressed the bell a couple of times. The woman stopped at the next door, and without looking at her for a moment, she took out her keys and entered her house.

Hannah was staring at the door to the woman's apartment when the door in front of her opened.

"Here you are!" Connor's voice brought her out of her thoughts.

Hannah turned to look at her brother and smiled. The two melted in a warm embrace, patting each other's backs and ruffling each other's hair.

"Did you miss me that much?" Hannah joked.

"Not in your wildest dreams," Connor responded, laughing. "Come in. The trip must have been long, right?"

"You wouldn't even imagine..." Hannah sighed as she entered her brother's apartment.

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Hannah played with the little that remained of the beer at the bottom of the jar, shaking the mug slightly, watching as the amber liquid spun around, creating a small whirlpool.

She sighed and raised her head. Where the fuck was Connor? He had promised to spend a good night in the pub together, drinking and catching up on what had happened these last few months, telling stories and laughing until she fell out of her chair. It had been like that from the beginning but after a couple of hours Connor excused himself to go to the bathroom. More than fifteen minutes had passed and he hadn’t returned.

The pub had a lively atmosphere, there were people dancing where the tables didn't get in the way, there was live music, a happy band playing almost folk music. People laughed, patted each other on the back, told dark humor jokes, talked about deep conversations or simply drowned their sorrows with a good scotch.

But there she was. Starting to get bored, thinking about getting up and going to find her little brother. Finally she had enough, and with a grunt she finished the beer in one gulp. She slammed the jug on the table perhaps with too much force, luckily it didn't break. She stood up, almost knocking the chair to the floor. She walked among the people, her large and imposing figure helped a little, people moved aside as she passed, looking at her with curiosity, or even horror. The scars, they were always the scars... but she was already used to them, those marks had already been part of her for more than a couple of years, she had accepted them. So she ignored the people and walked with her chin up.

She approached the bar to ask the barlady about her brother but when she arrived she realized that said barlady was at the other end of the bar, with both elbows resting on the wood, with a silly smile listening to Connor's stories. Hannah couldn't believe it, she left her brother alone for five minutes and he had already found a girl to flirt with. She just hoped that if Connor was successful, it would be better if he fucked her in a hotel and not at home. Hannah had had a very long trip, after a very long mission, and the last thing she wanted was to not be able to sleep because of the fucking banging on the wall and the moaning of a one-night stand that wasn't even for her.

Hannah whistled trying to get her brother's attention. Connor, who now seemed to be very focused watching how the girl read the future in the palm of his hand, raised his head when he recognized his sister's peculiar whistle. Hannah always whistled, to get someone's attention, when she was happy, or just to annoy. They don't call her Sparrow for nothing.

When Connor found his sister among the people, he showed a pitiful smile, wanting to apologize with his eyes. But Hannah only showed a look without any kind of grace. Signifying that she wasn’t happy. Connor shrugged and winked at Hannah. She rolled her eyes and gave the middle finger. Connor responded by motioning that they would talk later but Hannah didn't believe him. So she turned around and walked towards the table where she had previously been sitting. She grabbed her jacket, an old black leather race jacket with a couple of old patches, and her helmet. And she went out into the street.

The cold night air felt like a reward. Hannah took a deep breath as she put on her jacket. Outside everything was calmer, there were a couple of people smoking and talking in a low tone. Few people were walking on the street. It was already very late at night.

She took out her cell phone and started texting Connor.

Hannah (01:24 am): I'm going home, I'm taking my motorcycle.

Connor (01:24 am): Come on Han! You're not going to leave me lying here, are you?

Hannah (01:25 am): call a taxi. Suffer the consequences of leaving your sister for a one night stand.

Connor (01:25 am): She is pretty right? I already have her in love.

Hannah (01:25 am): Whatever you say... I'm going home. If I hear a single moan tonight I swear I'll lock you on the balcony.

Connor (01:26 am): You love me too much to do that sis ;)

Hannah (01:26 am): Not enough.

She locked the phone and put it in the pocket of her pants. She began to walk in search of her prized motorcycle. She had only had one beer all night, she felt fine, with all her senses alert. Although maybe she would wait a little before driving. Just in case. Even so, the walk would go well. She had to park some distance from the pub. It was horrible to park in big cities, Hannah hated driving in big cities, too many people, too many cars, too many rules.

She kept both hands in the pockets of her jacket, she walked in silence, only listening to the sound of her boots when she walked. Enjoying the night, and the silence. She was too used to noise, to the big engines of military trucks constantly roaring, to the noisy blades of helicopters, to gunshots and explosions. So sometimes when everything was quiet it could be overwhelming, but that time it wasn't, she enjoyed the noises of the night, the crickets and the distant cars.

Finally she could see her prized motorcycle a few meters away, perfectly parked. A Kawasaki ninja zx-10r in a matte black color. Sparrow fell more in love every time she saw her. She bought it when she was only 18 years old with money saved from the cars she used to fix in her father's garage. It was her favorite vehicle, that beauty could reach 320 kilometers per hour, with a weight of 170 kg and about 175 horsepower. 998 cc four-cylinder engine. That motorcycle had been designed to win championships. Over the years Hannah managed to improve it, replacing and repairing parts. It was like her baby.

She reached her motorcycle, when suddenly she heard voices in an alley.

"Let go of me! Are you fucking deaf?!" A woman's voice was heard coming from that direction.

Hannah frowned, strangely leaving the helmet on the motorcycle.

"Stop moving you bitch!" A man exclaimed.

There was a sound of a slap and a short screech.

That's when Hannah didn't hesitate to intervene. Standing idly and listening made her just as guilty. So she ducked into the alley, hands shoved inside her jacket pockets.

"May I know what all this fuss is about?" She asked in a demanding tone.

She realized that there were three people there, two men who looked like two gorillas taken from the zoo and a woman. They were grabbing her by the arms.

Hannah looked at the girl a little more to make sure what her condition was. She was surprised to realize that it was the same girl she met in the elevator that morning. It was hard to forget a face like that. Her lip was split, blood staining her dark lipstick.

Sparrow gritted her teeth, feeling anger beginning to boil.

"And who the hell are you? Get out of here you bitch." The man on the right threatened.

"Leave her alone. Now." Hannah ordered with a frown. Her expression could scare even the devil himself.

"Or what?" The guy on the left scoffed, raising his chin.

"I won't repeat it again."

That gorilla laughed and began to approach with an air of grandeur.

"I will repeat it again. Or what?"

He licked his lips, inspecting Hannah from top to bottom. She ignored him completely, rather she glanced at the woman. The woman seemed scared, she hadn't said a word since Hannah had arrived. Maybe she was in shock and unable to speak.

"Look, pretty girl... Unless you want what's here like that little bitch over there." The man grabbed his crotch in a lewd and disgusting way, while pointing his thumb at the other woman. "You better get out or you're going to have a very bad time."

The man approached until he was a few centimeters away from Hannah. He didn't count on her being taller than him. That poor guy had to lift his head to look her in the eyes. He tried to hide his astonishment by biting the inside of his cheek. On the other hand, Hannah remained stoic, without moving a single muscle, without blinking, with a murderous look that penetrated his eyes.

"Damn what happened to your face?" The man asked mocking Hannah's scars.

"If you take one more step I'm going to break your teeth." Hannah spat contemptuously, ignoring that comment.

The man laughed and looked at his companion, who laughed too. Being completely unaware of who they were messing with.

The man didn't listen, he took another step.

"Or what?" He mocked, moving his face closer.

Suddenly the creak of a broken septum was heard and the man was on the ground holding his bleeding nose while grunting loudly in pain. Hannah shook her hand, relaxing her muscles and inspected her knuckles, they were bloody but the blood wasn't hers.

"I warned you, right?" Hannah raised an eyebrow, remaining completely calm. "Now let her go, or you'll end up worse than him." Hannah looked at the second man.

"Damn bitch..." the guy with the broken nose stood up ready to hit Hannah. Trying to catch her off guard, he threw a punch but only managed to hit the air. Hannah dodged it with great agility and hit him on the nose again. This time the punch was so hard that the back of the man's head hit the wall and he was knocked unconscious.

Hannah sighed and shook her head. It was always the same, the men weren’t able to stay on the ground after the first warning. She then looked over her shoulder at the second gorilla. The remaining guy took that look as a challenge rather than a warning. So he pushed the girl and lunged at Hannah.

The sergeant perfectly dodged the punches he threw. And when she found the perfect opportunity she threw a left hook that landed right in the pit of his stomach. The guy doubled over, clutching his abdomen. And without missing the opportunity Hannah struck just below his chin. The man staggered backwards until he collapsed on the ground, also unconscious.

Sparrow took a breath, catching her breath a little. Two KOs in less than two minutes, Hannah should pat herself on the shoulder for that. After that she remembered the girl, she looked for her. She found her a few meters away from her, she had her eyes fixed on the two unconscious guys on the ground.

"Hey... Are you okay?" Hannah approached her worriedly, wanting to make sure she was okay. "It's all over–"

But when the woman saw that suddenly another huge shadow was hovering over her, she got scared and didn’t hesitate to punch her hard in the nose. She staggered a couple of steps back. That took Sparrow completely by surprise. She didn't expect it, nor could she believe that her reflexes had failed her. Maybe she was too entranced by the other girl's beauty.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" The woman covered her mouth with both hands, completely surprised and regretful.

Hannah turned her face again and looked at her completely bewildered.

"Ouch!" Hannah complained holding the bridge of her nose.

"My goodness! It was completely unintentional!" The woman approached her worried. "You took me by surprise and I was scared. God... I'm so sorry..."

"It’s okay... It’s my fault. I got close when I shouldn't have." Hannah tried to excuse herself, trying to make light of it.

"Let's see. Let me take a look..." the woman walked over and took Hannah's face in her hands.

For a moment Hannah's heart felt like a shotgun blast. She felt terribly nervous, having such a pretty girl so close.

"Oh my god, you're bleeding."

Where was she supposed to look? To the eyes? No, she would look like a fucking psychopath.Up? Down? For God's sake, not down! When Hannah looked away and looked at the floor she was faced with incredible cleavage. By God, that woman was wearing a dark outfit capable of taking anyone's breath away. And it had definitely had an effect on Sparrow. A very tight tank top with semi-transparencies. A skirt so short and tight that it left little to the imagination, showing off slender legs. In addition to heels that seemed impossible to walk in. Her body was covered in ink, tattoos that hugged her brown skin. Japanese style? A full body irezumi? Wow.

"It won't stop bleeding... Come on. We can't leave you like this." The woman's voice brought Hannah out of her thoughts.

She grabbed Sparrow by the wrist and led her to what looked like small stairs with neon lights that descended a couple of meters until they reached a back door of some place. The bass of some music could be heard shaking the walls. When she opened the door, music filled Hannah's ears. She led her down a long, gloomy hallway to the main room. It was big, it was dark, there were neon lights everywhere, a bar to drink, tables and chairs, sofas and armchairs scattered around, surrounding platforms with a pole dancing bar in the center. Alcohol, drugs, music... There were dancers on the stages, dancing with pure sensuality and fluidity, doing incredible pirouettes on the pole. The customers who admired them didn't seem the friendliest, to say the least. Men in suits smoking cigars, gangsters looking like they had killed someone that night, or simply heartless men trying to drown their sorrows or escape from their wives...

At that moment Hannah realized what kind of place they had just entered. For a moment she wondered what she was getting into and why she let himself be dragged into the den of the wolf. Maybe to do something interesting that boring night, maybe just to tell Connor the story in the morning, or just because the girl was pretty.

Oh my god, Hannah...

The unknown woman ignored what was happening in that room and took her down another hallway to a dressing room. She opened the door. There were dancers touching up their makeup in front of incredibly well-lit mirrors. Women changing inside small fitting rooms or simply sitting in armchairs, gossiping or chatting. Everyone turned and fell silent when they noticed the new presences.

The woman ignored the rest and led Hannah to some armchairs at the back.

"Ashley can you get me some ice and the first aid kit?" The woman asked, as she took some tissues out of her purse and handed them to Sparrow.

A blonde dancer got up from her seat and brought her the first aid kit and ice.

"Can I know what happened? Have you hit another client again?" The blonde asked, observing the situation.

"What? No! Well..." the woman thought for a moment "yes, I hit her but it was an accident."

"Amara... she's bleeding..." that woman named Ashley raised an eyebrow as she rested both hands on her hips.

Amara…

"Who is that big girl?" Another woman with long braids asked, biting her lip, "She's cute."

Hannah didn't know where to look, she felt like a fawn in the headlights of a car. She was trying to concentrate on stopping the bleeding with the handkerchief. Luckily, little by little it was reducing.

"Mind your business, Tayla!" Ashley scolded her. Then she looked back at both women. "And what exactly happened?" Asked.

"I went to get some air when those two idiotic sergeants came out too and started harassing me. I hit one of them in the balls and they ended up getting angrier. But she appeared and left them unconscious on the ground. Apparently it's the only way that they learn..."

"And what did you expect, what would happen? You know them, they are soldiers! They think they have the right to touch us and use us like whores. It doesn't enter their tiny brain that the merchandise can’t be touched. Their neurons are barely useful for shoot" Ashley rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

"Fucking soldiers... it's always the same with them. They think they're fucking kings of the world, that the rules don't work for them. They abuse their power, their position. If it were up to me they would all go to hell..." The woman spat with contempt.

Hannah swallowed and stood still and rigid. Apparently someone had a deep hatred towards the army. Sparrow felt like she was in a field full of mines. It would be best to keep her mouth shut.

Ashley chuckled and nodded.

"Anyway, I'll go tell security. We have to get those idiots out of the alley. They'll scare the customers."

Ashley ended up leaving, leaving them both alone.

"Let me take a look." The woman approached again, had Hannah remove the handkerchief from her nose and checked the condition of the nose. "It's not broken and the bleeding has finally stopped." The woman murmured in concentration, ignoring the small distance between the two. "Here, put some ice on your nose. It will help with the inflammation."

Hannah smiled gratefully as she placed the ice on the bridge of her nose. It hurt but she had received worse blows.

"You haven't told me your name yet," Sparrow muttered.

The girl looked into her eyes and smiled flirtatiously.

"Is that your way of flirting?"

Hannah shrugged. "I just want to know whose nose I almost broke for saving her from some bastards."

The girl chuckled and sat down next to Sparrow. She had a very sweet laugh.

"Amara." She introduced herself. "Amara Thompson. And... can I know my heroine's name?" She raised both eyebrows, curious.

Sparrow smiled.

"Hannah Clayton."

"Clayton? Are you Connor's sister? I remember seeing you this morning."

"Yes, well... I have a face that is difficult to forget." She pointed to the scars on her face with a small smile.

Amara had a sparkle in her eyes, she stared at the scars for a while. She was dying to ask but she didn't. Hannah was grateful.

There was silence.

"How do you feel?" Amara asked.

"I'm fine. It's not the first time I've been hit in the face." Hannah responded, trying to sound like a tough girl.

"A dangerous life eh?" Amara joked, resting her chin on her hand.

Hannah laughed. "One could say, Yes."

Amara smiled and looked towards the rest of the dancers. They all seemed to be talking and whispering about this new big girl. She sighed.

"Come on. We have to get you out of here before my boss realizes that I let you into the dressing room without permission." Amara got up, grabbed her bag, and waited for Hannah.

She got up too and they left through the same place they came in. A cold breeze picked up just as they both stepped out into the alley. Amara rubbed her bare arms.

"You can never trust the weather in Hull..." she murmured.

Hannah heard her and without thinking much she handed her her jacket.

"Take it."

Amara looked at the jacket and then at Hannah. She raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Is this another of your ways of flirting? I've seen this one many times."

Hannah rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile. Was she flirting? Not even she knew it.

"Take it however you want. But you're shaking like a leaf." She reached out further, insisting on grabbing the jacket.

Amara looked at the jacket and then at Hannah. She took a few seconds to observe her body build. The broad shoulders and back, big arms, the tattoos… She seemed to enjoy the view a little. She wondered what she must do to have a body like that.

"And what about you? Aren't you cold?" She looked into her eyes again.

"I grew up in the Swiss Alps. I think I can handle it."

"I forgot that you are Connor's sister." Amara answered, ending up accepting the jacket.

Sparrow didn't overlook how big that article of clothing was on her, but she didn't say anything.

"And temporarily your neighbor. At least for a couple of months." Hannah started walking.

Amara followed her.

"Did you come to visit your brother?" She asked.

The tallest one nodded. "I haven't seen him in a long time, so I thought it was a good time to pay him a visit." Hannah looked at her "do you want a ride home? I have the bike right there" she pointed out.

"Oh~ biker girl huh..." Amara raised an eyebrow. "Flirting again?"

Sparrow laughed hiding a small blush.

"We both live in the same apartment block. I'm just saying it would be easier for you if I took you." Hannah justified.

Amara thought about it for a bit and ended up nodding.

"It's okay. Just don't try anything strange."

Hannah raised both hands.

"You have my word, ma lady."

They reached the motorcycle. Hannah untied her helmet and climbed on. She offered the helmet to Amara.

"I only have one. My brother has the other one. He's probably sticking his tongue deep into a waitress." Sparrow grimaced as she remembered why she was going home alone. Well, not so alone this time. She began to be grateful that her brother had abandoned her that night.

"Won't it be dangerous for you?" Amara asked accepting the helmet and placing it on her head.

"My head is hard enough don't worry." Sparrow joked.

Amara smiled, although because of the dark visor Hannah couldn't see it. Sparrow offered her hand to help her onto the bike. Amara accepted it, when she took Hannah's hand she realized that it was incredibly warm despite the cold, it was also somewhat rough and full of cavities. A fairly damaged skin. Amara's curiosity only grew.

She leaned on Hannah's hand and shoulder, and ignoring the heat of her cheeks, she ended up getting on the motorcycle. Right behind the her.

"Have you ever ridden a motorcycle?" Hannah asked, putting the keys in the ignition, and starting the engine, letting the beast roar.

"A couple of times. But not on this type of motorcycle." Amara was a little unsure, she didn't know where to put her hands.

Hannah smiled as she looked over her shoulder at her. She gently grabbed Amara's hands and wrapped them around her torso.

They’re so small, so cold.

"Place them here. Hold on tight." Hannah advised in a low, intimate tone.

She looked up, finding a black visor looking back at her. They looked at each other for a few seconds. Hannah was trying to find those beautiful brown eyes behind the tinted plastic, but she found nothing.

Finally she realized and cleared her throat in embarrassment. She looked ahead and started the motorcycle, trying to hide a slight blush.

"Let's go then." Sparrow announced, beginning to drive through the streets of Hull.

She had a hard time concentrating, she had her eyes focused ahead, on the road, both hands firmly on the handlebars, hee foot making sure to change to the right gear and maintaining a safe speed. But her mind was somewhere else, she felt Amara's body pressed against her back, her breasts pressed against her every time she braked or slowed down. Her palms on her abdomen, Amara moved them from time to time to get a better grip. It seemed like she was caressing her skin over her shirt. Hannah could feel Amara's face in the helmet just behind her ear. Her presence tickled the back of her neck, making her hair stand on end.

Hannah please…

At first Amara was tense, nervous. She was afraid of falling. She pressed herself against Hannah and hugged herself so tightly she feared she would break her ribs. Every time the bike leaned to turn, her heart raced and her legs tightened. But little by little she learned to relax. She realized that Hannah knew how to drive well, that she wasn’t like those reckless motorists who didn't care about speed limits. She could enjoy the curves, let the bike itself decide to distribute the weight. Amara learned to lean with every turn. It was a nice way to enjoy the city. It was different. The wind ruffled her long black hair. She would probably end up disheveled but she didn't care. She didn't care about everything anymore, she was enjoying it, she even smiled all the time like a little girl. She felt safe behind that broad back. She could feel Hannah's muscles tense as the bike turned or just moved a little. Sparrow's body also radiated heat, it was like hugging a stove, the cold no longer mattered. Although now what did get hot were her cheeks, her heart was racing, but not out of fear, it was because of something else. She still didn't know why.

Still she allowed herself the luxury of relaxing, resting her chin on Hannah's shoulder. Big, hard but padded too. For a moment she wished the trip would never end.

But all good things come to an end. Hannah parked in front of the corresponding apartment block. Shee turned off the engine and took out the keys. She helped Amara get off the motorcycle and then she got off herself.

Amara took off her helmet and handed it back to Hannah with a smile. Sparrow nodded, smiling like an idiot too.

They both entered the building and then into the elevator. Always in a comfortable silence. Finally they reached the apartment and it was time to say goodbye.

Amara took off her jacket, somewhat reluctantly. She liked it, it smelled good. She wanted to keep it but ended up giving it back to Hannah.

"Thank you for bringing me home." Amara smiled, tucking a strand behind her ear.

That action didn’t go unnoticed by Sparrow, she had to swallow to calm down.

"It hasn't been any trouble." Hannah massaged the back of her neck and smiled goofily.

"And… thanks for saving me from those idiots. And sorry about the… nose. I didn't mean to."

"Don't worry about it. I'm glad I was around to help."

There was a long and somewhat awkward silence this time.

"I'd better go home. It's a little late. You should sleep too."

"Oh! Yeah yeah. Of course. It's quite late."

"It was nice meeting you Hannah Clayton." Amara opened the door to her apartment.

"I liked it too."

"Good night." Amara said goodbye.

"Yeah good night."

In the end Amara smiled and disappeared behind the door. Leaving Sparrow alone in the hallway, with a goofy smile and a hand raised as if she wanted to go after her.

When everything fell silent Hannah sighed and her smile disappeared. A strange feeling of loneliness invaded her inside.

She shook her head and walked into Connor's apartment.

"What the fuck are you thinking Han?" She muttered to herself as she realized how agitated her mind was because of Amara. She didn't even know her. She was a stranger.

The apartment was empty, no one was there. Connor would probably spend the night outside. She kicked the boots off her feet and took off her shirt and pants on the way to her room.

She ended up lying down on her corresponding bed. Looking at the ceiling. Thinking about what had happened today. Her face still hurt. That made her smile. In the end she sighed and closed her eyes trying to calm her thoughts.

Unconsciously wishing to meet Amara again, she ended up letting herself be carried away by the tide of sleep, falling deeply asleep.

___________

Several days passed, Hannah met Amara in the elevator a few times, they chatted for a moment and then parted ways.

Connor told her that Amara had been his neighbor for a couple of years, and that she became a very close friend.

"And that interest in her Han? Have you fallen in love?"

"Shut the fuck up, Connor."

"Haha I'm just saying you have nothing to lose by trying."

A week passed like this, with short encounters in the elevator. Amara always smiled at her and stopped to talk to her. At least she was no longer looking at her strangely as if she had seen a weirdo. That was progress.

Now Hannah was in the parking lot of the apartment block with her brother. She had her hands in the engine of Connor's car. According to him, it made strange noises.

"Damn it Connor, the engine belt is destroyed. When was the last time you changed it."

Connor was leaning against the side of the car with his arms crossed, watching his sister work.

"Well I don’t know."

"This car was dad's, it has more than 150,000 km on it. It's older than you and me combined." Hannah raised her head to look at her brother.

"AND?"

Hannah looked at him like her brother really was an idiot.

"The timing belt has to be changed every 100,000 kilometers, idiot."

"Hey, you're the expert, I'm not." Connor defended himself.

Hannah sighed.

"I'm going to go buy a new timing belt this afternoon."

Suddenly a pair of heels was heard approaching in the distance.

"Hey guys." Amara walked past the Clayton siblings.

Hannah couldn't help but notice the incredible dress Amara was wearing. It was black, short, tight to the body, showing off firm, long legs. The black accentuated her tattoos.

Connor discreetly kicked Sparrow's boot. Hannah glared at him while Connor smirked and winked at her.

"Amara, dear! How are you? On your way to work?" Connor walked up to her and gave her a quick hug.

"That's right, debts and bills won't pay themselves." Amara sighed, reciprocating the hug.

A small wave of childish jealousy hit Hannah. But she didn't say anything.

"What are you two up to?" Amara asked separating herself from Connor.

"Hannah is checking my car. It's been making strange noises for several days."

Amara studied Hannah with a look that made the taller girl's legs tremble.

"Ah. Do you know about cars? Like Connor?" Amara asked.

Hannah straightened her back and wiped her hands on an old rag.

"I know how to sell cars. Hannah knows how to repair them. She's a mechanic."

"That's interesting." Amara smiled without taking her eyes off Hannah. "I think mine has some problem with the steering. It doesn't turn very well."

"I can take a look at it when you have free time."

"That sounds good."

Connor looked at them both as if he were watching a tennis match, a mischievous smile on his face. Oh he knew very well what he had to do.

"Well! I have to go, I have an appointment with a client and I can't cancel it."

Hannah raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"You didn't tell me you had work today."

"Well, sis. I don't need to tell you everything I do in my life." He patted Hannah's shoulder and winked. "Amara, love, it's been a pleasure seeing you today. I hope work goes well."

"See you around, Connor." Amara said goodbye.

And before Hannah could reproach, Connor was already gone. Leaving Hannah and Amara alone.

Hannah could have felt a little nervous. The silence was too uncomfortable for her so she pretended to pay attention to the engine. She heard Amara approach.

"I didn't know you were a mechanic." Amara commented.

"Yeah, well... My family is quite linked to cars. My father was a mechanic, and my older brother and I followed in his footsteps. I run a small garage with my brother in Switzerland."

"That sounds interesting."

There was another silence. Hannah didn't like silence, she felt that at any moment Amara would get bored and leave.

Oh god Hannah what are you thinking? Amara has to leave, she has to go to work. Work…

"Do you want me to take a look at it?"

Great Hannah…

"Mh?" Amara looked at her confused.

"To the car. I can do it in a moment. Or at least see what it's about." Then she rubbed the back of her neck and looked away. "If you have free time of course."

"Sure. I still have time." Amara lied. She was in a hurry, but she didn't care, her boss could wait a little longer.

Sparrow nodded and closed the hood of Connor's car.

"Which one is your car?"

Sparrow followed Amara a few meters until they reached an old and somewhat dilapidated car.

Hannah whistled in surprise.

"I think your car has more problems than just the steering. In fact I don't know if it will pass the next technical inspection." Sparrow examined the car, it was a gem from the past that needed to be retired, it was barely in one piece. "Have you thought about changing it?"

Amara thought about the answer a little.

"I can't afford it and I'm too fond of that car to get rid of it so easily."

Sparrow found something hidden behind those beautiful brown eyes. There was a story behind that car so she simply nodded.

“Then it'll be better if I take a look at it. Maybe it’s not that bad.”

She lay face up on the ground and crawled until she was right under the car.

“Let's see…” Hannah took out a small flashlight and began examining the pieces.

Amara stood watching, admiring, even enjoying the views. Hannah's shirt had risen slightly showing part of her abdomen. Amara bit her lower lip unconsciously. She realized that there were also scars on that part of the body. A wave of curiosity overtook her, but she said nothing.

“The axle seems to be fine, there is rust and some dents but nothing serious that could affect the steering of the car.” Hannah commented, getting out from under the vehicle and standing up. She pointed to the door that led to the driver's seat. “Do you mind if I look inside?”

“Oh! Sure." Amara took out the keys and unlocked the car.

Hannah got into the car and sat in the driver's seat. She started checking some things.

“I think I already found the problem. It's the steering wheel. It is too loose or not properly adjusted to the steering column.”

Amara crossed her arms and leaned against the car.

"And what does it mean?" She asked looking into Hannah's eyes.

“It means I could fix it in an afternoon. I only need a few tools and there would be no need to take it to a mechanic.” Hannah responded by getting out of the car and resting her elbow on the roof of the vehicle.

Amara sighed in relief.

Hannah watched her for a moment. Hesitating whether to say something or not. But in the end she ended up saying it.

Living only happens once.

“But…” Hannah spoke again making Amara look up. “My services aren’t free.” she smiled sideways.

Amara's smile spread but she looked away. She snorted and reconnected her gaze with Hannah.

"How much are we talking about?" Amara supported her weight at first.

“Mmm…” Sparrow thought a little “ a dinner?”

It took Amara a little while to react but she ended up letting out a giggle that sounded incredibly sweet to Hannah.

“Is that what you ask for in return?” Amara raised an eyebrow. She looked more relaxed.

"It's too much? “We can leave it for coffee if you want.”

Amara bit her lip again and shook her head. A light blush rose to her cheeks. Hannah's heart skipped a beat.

“No, dinner sounds good. “I just… I didn’t think you’d ask me out on a date in exchange for fixing my car.”

“Well… money is too boring sometimes.” Hannah shrugged.

“I wasn't talking about money.” Amara continued smiling despite the conversation. It was like Hannah always gave him that goofy smile. She didn't dislike him.

“Oh no?”

Amara chuckled and shook her head.

"It doesn't matter." Amara took a step forward, standing inches from Hannah. She was wearing heels but Hannah was still taller. She e motioned with her finger for Hannah to lower her head a little. The taller one obeyed and Amara took the opportunity to leave a tender kiss on her cheek. “Thank you for checking my car, Hannah.” Amara thanked in a honeyed, almost flirtatious tone.

Hannah froze at that very moment. She never thought lips could feel so soft. How a single kiss could make her fall to her knees as if someone had shot her in the heart. But this time it was a shot that did feel good.

"Tonight. “Come pick me up at the club when I finish work.” Amara turned and walked towards her car, swaying her hips.

“But by the time you finish work it will be too late, all the restaurants will be closed.” Hannah responded confused.

Amara turned around just before getting into her car and flashed a mischievous smile.

“Then surprise me. By the way, I don't eat meat."

And without saying anything else, she got into the car, started and drove away, leaving Hannah with the word in her mouth.

And now what was she going to do?

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Hannah parked in front of the club. She turned off the engine and took the keys out of the ignition. She stopped for a moment to think. She realized that she was nervous, terribly nervous. On no mission was she as nervous as she is now. She was always ready for anything, she wasn't afraid of death, bullets or fire. And now a simple date made her legs tremble.

She wanted to laugh. She had known Amara for a few weeks and was already making her laugh like a schoolgirl.

She took the helmet off her head and shook her hair a little. She got off the bike and adjusted the backpack on her back.

She opened the door to the club and entered. The guard at the door never took his eyes off Hannah, judging what she was doing there and whether she was going to cause problems in the club.

The place was illuminated by Neon lights. There were people sitting on the couches and on the tables, admiring the dancers who moved sensually around the pole, doing pirouettes and acrobatics, moving their bodies fluidly and slowly.

Hannah still wasn't used to that environment. She had never been in a place like this. She still remembered her old teammates from the Swiss armed forces, they always joked about going to a strip club after going out for a few beers all together. Hannah was never interested in that.

She realized that she was in the middle and was starting to get in the way of people passing by. So she approached the bar and sat on one of the high stools, leaving her backpack on the floor between her boots. A barwoman approached Sparrow as soon as she sat down.

"What do you want to drink?"

Hannah looked up.

"Oh no. Nothing thanks. I have to drive and I’m waiting for someone.”

The girl raised an eyebrow.

“Oh. Are you a client? Are you waiting for one of the girls?”

"No. I’m not—..."

Suddenly a sudden change of music interrupted her. Hannah turned and saw that the neon lights and spotlights had focused on a platform.

People began to cheer and clap excitedly. The music became slow, sensual, sexy. The silhouette of a woman appeared on the platform, there were too many people sitting around and standing, Hannah had a hard time seeing who it was. So she stood up, raising her head above those of the rest.

And that's when she felt her heart speed up, her pupils get bigger and her breathing hitch.

Amara was on top of that stage, ready to leave everyone drooling, the show was hers, as were the hearts and wallets of those who were there. She was twirling around the dancing pole in dangerously high heels. Hannah wondered how she could move so well in that type of footwear. Amara followed the rhythm of the music, running her hands over her almost naked body. A tiny bikini full of diamonds that covered just what was necessary and left nothing to the imagination. The lights highlighted the perfect makeup, her skin, her tattoos that hugged her arms, legs and back.

Everyone was cheering her, whistling and throwing bills at her while Amara did incredible pirouettes on the bar, some of which seemed impossible for Amara to stay there, defying gravity. The show was pure sensuality.

Hannah was unable to blink, she didn't want to look away even for a moment, she could barely keep her mouth closed.

She still wondered how she had gotten a date with a woman like her. She didn't even know how she got it.

“You must be Hannah.” A female voice forced her to look away from what for her was paradise.

A blonde woman wearing an outfit similar to Amara's had approached her.

"How do you know my name?" Hannah asked over the music.

“Amara doesn't stop talking about you. I'm Ashley. We met a few weeks ago. “When the girl up there almost broke your nose.” Ashley pointed at Amara who was still dancing on the platform.

Hannah remembered the girl Amara talked to that day she first walked into the club.

"I remember you."

“This is Amara's last show, then her turn will be over. I’ll take you to a quieter place so you can wait for her there.” Ashley offered.

Hannah had to admit that all those people were starting to wear her down quite a bit. She didn't like big crowds, she wasn't used to that. So she agreed, grabbed the backpack again and followed Ashley to some armchairs separated from the rest, in a corner of the large room. There were armchairs in the shape of a circle with a table in the middle, they seemed much more comfortable. The music was still loud but at least she wasn't surrounded by people who wouldn't stop pushing.

“You will be better here.”

"Thank you." Hannah nodded and placed her backpack and helmet on the couch. She also took off her jacket and left it with the rest.

She waited patiently, although she was nervous, it was her first date with Amara and she wanted everything to be perfect. While waiting she could hear the giggles and comments of other dancers. They seemed to be whispering about her, she tried to ignore them but eventually she got fed up and gave them a threatening look. When she looked at both women she realized that they weren’t making fun of her but rather they were smiling flirtatiously and biting their lower lip.

“You're the big girl from the other day~! Why don't you come spend a little time with us, dear? I won't charge you anything, your pretty face and those big arms are enough for me~…” One of the dancers flirted by resting both elbows on the bar, accentuating her breasts.

The other woman giggled.

Hannah stood there watching as both dancers ogled her. Not really knowing what to say, she wasn't used to that kind of compliment.

“Huh…”

“Did the cat eat your tongue?” Do you want me to give it back to you?”

“Sophie, Tayla, you are next.” Amara's voice was like a divine apparition arriving at the perfect time to save Hannah.

Amara finally arrived, she was wearing the same dress as that same afternoon, black, tight, stunning. She hadn't looked up yet, she was checking to make sure she had all her belongings inside her purse.

“Ooh~...Are you going to steal our fun Amara?” One of the girls pouted. "You are jealous?"

“If you want the money to keep raining you can get on that stage and move your ass.” Amara said with a serious tone.

Both girls rolled their eyes and walked away. Amara sighed and approached Sparrow.

"Sorry. Those two are really scandalous.” She sighed, looking tired from work.

Hannah smiled. Even though she was extremely tired, Amara looked incredible. She still couldn't get that incredible dance out of her head.

"It doesn't matter. Are you ready?" Hannah asked.

Amara looked up. She noticed that Hannah had subtly dressed up for her. She liked her style. It suited her very well.

"Of course. Come on." Amara smiled.

“After you, ma lady.” Sparrow said as she grabbed the jacket and her belongings.

Amara chuckled and they both left the strip club.

Amara already knew Sparrow's motorcycle so she approached it without thinking too much. Hannah did the same and pulled a second helmet out of her backpack.

“This time I came more prepared.” Hannah said as she offered the helmet to her.

Amara accepted it and put it on.

“Where are you taking me to dinner?” Amara asked curiously.

"It's a surprise. You don’t want to ruin the surprise, do you?” Hannah answered. She put on her helmet too and got on the motorcycle.

Like the first time she offered her hand to help Amara, who gladly accepted it. Hannah's heart always skipped a beat when her skin came into contact with Amara's, it was like a tingle that turned into a pleasant chill down her spine. She was unable to hide the blush that burned on her cheeks, luckily the helmet covered her face.

Amara got on the bike too, right behind Hannah.

“Do you have anything else in your backpack?” Amara asked, eyeing the backpack hanging from Sparrow's shoulders.

“I'm not going to say anything about it.” She answered with a mischievous smile.

“Hannah Clayton… What are you up to?” Amara asked suspiciously.

How sweet her name sounded between those lips...

"As I said." Hannah turned her face to look at the other woman, “I'm not going to say anything.” This time with a lower tone, even seductive one could say.

That caused Amara to bite her bottom lip, something tickling her lower belly. Too bad Hannah couldn't see it because of the helmet.

Hannah started the engine and Amara took that as a cue to wrap both arms around Sparrow's torso. Unfortunately there was a backpack in the middle and she couldn't feel the body heat of the tallest one, she was starting to get cold, she would surely ask for the jacket again. She loved that jacket.

Sparrow started and drove away. She drove for a while, leaving the narrow streets of Hull and starting to drive towards the outskirts of the city. Amara had no idea where she was taking her, a feeling of excitement settled in her stomach.

Hannah got out onto the highway and then took another road that began to climb up a small mountain, the road began to wind, becoming narrower and tighter.

Finally they reached the top of that small mountain.

"Okay. We’ve arrived." Hannah announced taking off her helmet.

Amara looked around, the road ended in a small parking lot and the rest were grassy hills and some meadows.

“Why did you bring me here?” Amara asked curiously, taking off her helmet as well.

Hannah rubbed the back of her neck, somewhat embarrassed.

“I thought… after all the noise and people at the club you might like to eat somewhere quiet.”

“In the middle of nowhere? Hannah, it's dark!” She chuckled.

Hannah didn't know if it had been a good decision to bring her here. Maybe a restaurant would have been better, one that was open until after midnight perhaps.

“But… it is a quiet place.” Amara watched the site with a smile.

That calmed Hannah's nerves a little.

Hannah got off the bike and helped Amara off as well. She left both helmets on the motorcycle and started walking towards the small mountain. Hannah turned around and realized that it was difficult for Amara to walk across the grass in those heels. So she approached her.

“Maybe I had to come in different clothes— HANNAH!” Amara exclaimed when she suddenly couldn't feel her feet on the ground anymore. Hannah carried Amara in her arms.

Amara had to put her arms around Hannah's neck for fear of falling.

"It's better this way. That way you won’t break your heels.” Hannah mentioned with a smile and continued walking with Amara in her arms.

When the shock passed, Amara began to laugh. That seemed like the most unusual date she had had in a long time. Her cheeks had turned red and her heart was jumping with excitement.

Hannah walked until she reached the other side of the mountain, away from the lights of Hull. It was a small, round mountain, not very steep.

When she thought she had reached the right place she gently placed Amara on the ground. She also put down her backpack and began to take out various things. She also took out a jacket and handed it to Amara.

“I knew you were going to forget to bring something for the cold.” Hannah said as she handed her the jacket.

Amara smiled. “I think you're starting to get to know me.” she said as she put on her jacket.

"Only a little. “I only know how to observe.”

Amara watched as Hannah set everything up until she realized what it was about.

"A picnic? Under the moonlight? How romantic~…” Amara sat on the tablecloth and looked at the food in front of her. “It's a shame there's no moon.”

“That's the good thing.” Hannah smiled.

Amara didn't quite understand it until Hannah pointed her finger at the sky. She looked up and as soon as she saw it, her lips opened in amazement. Now that they were far from the city and the light wasn’t in the way. A blanket of stars stretched across the sky, countless tiny dots wherever she looked. She had never seen so many stars together.

“Oh wow…” she murmured in amazement and unable to look away.

"Incredible right?" Hannah mentioned, but she wasn't looking at the stars, but at Amara.

“It's beautiful… I've never seen so many stars together.”

“And there are even more stars, but we would have to go further to see them all.”

They spent some time looking at the stars, Hannah showed her constellations and the most important stars or those closest to the earth. Amara listened attentively but also had her eyes lost in that spectacle of billions of small lights.

Finally Amara's stomach made an appearance and they decided to start eating. Hannah took out a small portable lantern so that they at least had a little light and it was easier to see.

They ate, enjoying every bite, the conversation flowed easily. In the end, when they finished eating, they turned off the lantern and stayed lying on the grass. It wasn't too cold, but it wasn't hot either. Autumn was beginning to appear.

“I have never seen so many stars together.” Amara murmured still amazed.

Hannah smiled.

“This isn’t even half of the stars in the sky.”

“Have you seen more?” Amara looked away from the sky to look at Hannah.

"oh yes At the base camp of Everest, Or at the top of Lhotse, or Mont Blanc…” she began to wander through her memories.

"Wait wait!" Amara sat up and looked at Hannah with an expression of disbelief. “Were you on Everest?!”

Hannah was somewhat taken by surprise but remembered that she had never spoken to Amara about that part of her life.

“Oh!” Hannah chuckled. “Haven't I told you? I am a climber. My brother and I hold six historical climbing records.”

"What?!" Amara rested both hands on Hannah's biceps and moved closer, completely surprised. "Are you kidding?! Why didn’t you ever tell me?!”

“W-well. I never had a chance to tell you.” Hannah blushed and rubbed the back of her neck, all that attention and admiration making her nervous.

She told some stories about her ascents to the highest mountains in the world, the risks she had taken, the funny anecdotes or even the most dangerous moments, but always avoiding the K2 accident. Amara listened attentively to the stories. Like a little girl being told an extraordinary adventure. His eyes sparkled with curiosity. She never thought that something like that would attract so much attention. Maybe because they were adventures so far from home and from places she had never heard of.

“Although my older brother is the famous one of the two. The one that appears on the covers of magazines and in the news. The unstoppable Nathan Clayton” Hannah laughed. “I'm just his climbing partner. Although between you and me… I have more records than him, I only let him take the credit and fame.”

“And what about your fame?” Amara asked curiously.

“I don't like the attention. Many people tend to climb for fame and money. As if it were a competition about who is the fastest or who takes the most dangerous route. I like to approach climbing with a different philosophy.”

Hannah told a half-truth. It was true that she hated the pressure that came with being a world famous climber like her brother was. Always having to reach higher and faster, risking your own life in front of millions of eyes, waiting for your next achievement. But she also had to protect her identity and her people, she was a soldier in one of the best special operations forces. She had to keep a low profile, almost anonymous, to protect herself and her family and friends. She didn't want her enemies to be able to find her so easily just by searching her name in the newspapers. In fact, she expressly asked her brother to never mention her in reports or interviews, Hannah's world records went to Nathan, her glory and achievements were given to Nathan. Even though Nathan didn't like it, he respected his sister's decision. People believed that Nathan climbed alone, no one knew of his sister's presence on the expeditions. Only very close family and friends of Hannah knew about it.

“So… a world-class professional climber but hates fame and money.” Amara summarized. “You are becoming more and more interesting, Hannah Clayton.” Amara smiled flirtatiously.

“What can I say, I'm full of surprises.” Hannah smiled and shrugged.

Amara chuckled.

“Now I understand where this is coming from.” Amara squeezed Hannah's bicep lightly. “You have to be a big, strong girl to climb those mountains, huh?”

Hannah laughed nervously and looked away trying to hide her obvious blush.

“It's not that big of a deal…”

“Mhm…” Amara rolled her eyes. She liked that nervous expression on Hannah's face. She liked watching her try to stay calm, when she was clearly a nervous, babbling mess. “No wonder you could beat up that pair of filthy soldiers.” Amara sighed and looked toward the dark horizon. “It's always the same with those bastards, they always do what they want, without caring about the consequences… without caring about the harm they do to people…”

There was silence. Hannah wanted to talk but she felt a little unsure, maybe she was entering dangerous territory.

"Can I ask you a personal question?" Hannah asked a little cautiously.

Amara turned curiously to Hannah. She thought about it for a moment but ended up answering.

"Shoot."

“Why do you hate soldiers so much? It seems… something personal.”

Amara bit the inside of her cheek. And she thought about her answer.

“I don't like to generalize things. Put all the people in the same bag, you know? But always... people who work in the military, especially soldiers, are the worst customers. They think they can touch me, and use me like a cheap whore. I don't offer those services! They destroy everything, there are always fights within the club because of them. You've already seen the type of clients we have. It's better not to mess with them. But they believe they can do whatever they want, because they supposedly give their lives for this shitty country. And even though they destroy everything we must thank them for their services.” She sighed and shook her head. She was biting her lower lip and staring at the horizon. Her mind was probably somewhere else.

Hannah felt a pang in her chest. It was true that there were idiots everywhere, in the army, in the S.A.S and even in the Swiss Armed Forces. Nobody could deny that. But was Hannah really like that? Was she also abusing her position as a soldier? What would Amara think of her if she found out that she was a soldier too? She would surely hate her. And everything they had built together, no matter how small, would fall apart and Hannah would lose her.

A feeling of insecurity washed over her. She didn't want to lose Amara, at least not yet. Hannah wanted to treat herself to being with someone. Even if everything only remained a beautiful friendship. Enjoy the beautiful things until the bomb explodes.

“There’s something else… Right?” Hannah deduced from Amara's expression.

Amara swallowed and looked down at her hands nervously. Her fingers played with the black polish on her long nails. She took a breath and began to explain.

“When I was twelve years old… I lived with my parents in London. One night my mother and I went to visit my father at his work office. He had been working for a long time and we wanted to surprise him.” she took a breath, her hands shaking. “Someone decided that that building in the middle of central London would be a good place for a terrorist attack. “Someone detonated explosives and half the building collapsed.” She sighed, trying to stay calm. “There was a lot of noise and everything suddenly went dark.”

“Amara, you don't have to tell me this…” Sparrow interrupted, seeing how much this was affecting her.

Hannah just wanted to have a good time with her, she didn't want to wake up old demons.

"It's ok. I have never talked about this and I think I need to get it out of me.” Amara tried to smile but it remained in a sad face. “A group of soldiers found us in the rubble, they looked like they were from the military police or something similar. My parents were trapped under a huge piece of concrete, I was small enough that they could pull me out of the cracks, but not my parents. I listened to them... They talked about how there was nothing to do, that they couldn't get them out of there, there was no time. I begged them to help them but no one listened to me. Those soldiers were too busy arguing. When suddenly… The team leader pulled out a gun and fired twice.”

Sparrow's heart stopped.

"What?"

Amara's lip began to tremble. She shrugged her shoulders.

“That man justified himself by saying that it was an act of mercy.” Suddenly she shook her head. All that sadness turned into anger. “That supposed act of mercy ruined my life. Do you think that man cared what happened to me after he pulled the trigger? No. He didn't give a shit. That's what we are to them, numbers, setbacks, collateral damage. They don't care about us at all, they talk about saving us but we are just another excuse for them to hang more medals on their chests."

Sparrow stood thoughtfully, looking Amara in the eyes. She could see the anger and sadness welling up in those beautiful eyes. Her heart was beating very fast.

She would hate me if she found out what I am.

“I'm sorry I made you remember that.” Hannah apologized.

Amara's anger lessened, her eyes softening as she saw Hannah's worried expression. With those big brown puppy eyes...

“It's okay Han. I don’t know why but I feel like I can trust you.” Amara looked at the sky again. “I have carried this burden alone for too long.”

Hannah nodded.

They stayed for a while longer until it was too late. They both got up and picked up their things. They returned to the motorcycle.

Amara put her hands in the pockets of the jacket Hannah lent her. It smelled like her, it was pleasant, that aroma seemed to protect her from the cold. Then she noticed what Hannah was doing.

"What are you doing?" She asked curiously, approaching the one from behind, who was kneeling near her motorcycle.

Thanks to a screwdriver that Hannah had in her backpack, she managed to unscrew the motorcycle's license plate. Then she put everything in her backpack, including the license plate.

“Just in case.” Hannah stood up and winked at her.

Amara raised an eyebrow.

“Removing the license plate is a crime Hannah. What are you up to?”

“I thought we could make the trip home more… fun.” Hannah smiled with mock innocence.

Amara was silent for a few seconds but when she understood it she chuckled.

“I knew you had been so good on the road for too long.”

“Come on, what is life without a little adrenaline?” Hannah tilted her head, using her puppy eyes to try to convince her.

Amara rolled her eyes. She bit her lower lip, it was difficult for her to refuse those little brown eyes.

"Do you trust me?" Hannah asked walking up to her and holding out her hand.

Amara looked at that large hand, calloused but warm. Whenever she felt those hands on her body she felt safe. Amara sighed and ended up nodding. Hannah's smile widened.

“I hope you know what you’re doing.” Amara took Hannah's hand.

Sparrow guided her to the side of the bike and helped her on.

“I would never put you in a dangerous situation that I cannot control.” Hannah responded, handing her the helmet.

She accepted the helmet and put it on. Sparrow did the same and got on the bike. She then handed the backpack to Amara.

“Could you do me a favor, love?”

Amara hoisted her backpack onto her back.

"Sure."

Hannah nodded.

"Hold on."

The shorter one laughed excitedly.

"Yes ma'am"

Amara hugged Hannah's torso and rested her chin on her shoulder.

Sparrow started the motorcycle and accelerated. She drove at a leisurely speed through the curves of the mountain until she reached the highway. Due to the time it was there were no cars on the road. They had free rein.

Hannah turned to look at Amara.

"Ready?"

Amara looked at that dark visor, she couldn't see through them but she knew there was a mischievous smile behind it.

“Let's do it!” she answered excitedly.

She pressed her body further against Hannah's back and held on tighter.

Hannah didn't hesitate to accelerate, making the engine of her Kawasaki Ninja 10x-zr roar loudly. Upgrading the gears periodically to increase speed. She pressed her chest against the bike, crouching as low as she could to avoid air resistance as much as possible. Amara did the same, leaning her chest against Hannah's back as much as she could. Hannah's shoulders were wide enough to cover Amara from the wind.

In the curves the bike leaned so much that Sparrow's knee could almost touch the asphalt.

Adrenaline coursed through Amara's veins until it settled like a heavy stone in the pit of her stomach. The wind, the speed, the noise of the engine. All of this made her senses go on alert. She was sure they had already exceeded any speed limit. 160? 180k? 200km/h? Maybe more. And she had a feeling that that wasn’t the maximum speed.

Afraid? Of course she was afraid. But just enough to enjoy the moment. In a burst of emotion and euphoria she began to laugh and scream.

"Wooooo hahaha!"

Hannah had to stay focused on the road but her heart was beating euphorically with joy. How long had it been since she'd last driven like this?

In Zermatt the curves were tighter and there was a lack of long straight roads that would allow the full potential of the engine to be unleashed. It was the typical Swedish mountain landscape. Hannah loved drifting down those narrow roads but she really missed being able to accelerate that fast.

When they entered the city, Hannah slowed slightly but it was still dangerously high. The city lights reflected on the black of the motorcycle and on the helmets. The noise of the engine bounced between the buildings, surely the sleeping people had woken up enraged.

Suddenly the flash of bright blue lights and the sound of police sirens brought the sergeant out of her thoughts.

Hannah looked back for a moment and saw three police cars chasing them. Perhaps she had made too much of a racket on the streets of Hull.

“Hannah!” Amara saw them too.

“Are we going to chicken out now?” Sparrow asked.

Amara laughed. Fuck all.

"Of course not!"

Hannah chuckled, put both hands on the handlebars of the bike, and accelerated again. The engine roared again and the distance between the police cars increased. But the police seemed to be persistent and wouldn’t give up.

They spent a long time with the police stepping on their toes. Hannah skidded, made turns, trying to throw them off but she was unsuccessful. Sometimes police cars would try to cross her path to stop her or catch her later, but Hannah always managed to avoid them.

In one last skid where she was able to separate herself from the police enough to lose sight of her for a few seconds, she found a narrow, dark alley between two buildings. She skidded to the brakes and they hid inside the alley. She quickly turned off the lights and the engine, becoming completely silent, merging with the darkness of the place.

Both women watched as the police cars passed by, looking for them, without having the slightest idea that they had been left behind, that they had lost them.

When the danger had passed and everything was quiet, with only the police sirens in the distance, Hannah was finally able to relax her shoulders.

“I think we're safe now.”

Suddenly Amara started laughing.

Hannah turned around confused. She couldn't see Amara's face because of the helmet but at least her ears were blessed with her sweet laughter.

“And what do you think is so funny, huh?” Hannah laughed infectiously.

"My God! I thought they were going to catch up to us! Hahaha!” Amara continued laughing because of the adrenaline that was still in her veins.

“Did you doubt my driving skills that much?” Hannah asked pretending to be offended, but her laughter gave her away.

“I've never had so much fun! Haha! I thought we were going to crash at any moment!” Amara shook Sparrow's shoulders. “I almost had a heart attack.”

Hannah laughed, relieved that Amara had fun.

A few long minutes passed and they made sure there was no more danger nearby, then Hannah drove home, this time at a more appropriate speed.

They arrived at the apartment block and Amara opened the door to her apartment. Hannah stood waiting, hands in her jacket pockets.

Before entering Amara turned around.

“Thank you for this night. It's been... Amazing” Amara sighed with a smile on her lips.

Hannah rubbed the back of her neck nervously, looking in another direction.

"Was nothing. I loved spending time with you.” Hannah's cheeks turned slightly reddish.

Amara took out a piece of paper and a pen from her purse, jotted something down quickly, and handed it to Hannah.

Sparrow raised her eyebrows, confused but accepted it, there was a phone number written down.

“On the next date it will be my turn to choose the place.” Amara smiled flirtatiously.

“Uh sure.” Hannah's heart was pounding.

Amara sighed, still keeping the smile on her lips, since she had gotten off the motorcycle she couldn't get it off her face. She took a step forward and motioned with her finger for Hannah to lower her head. Hannah obeyed, believing she would leave another kiss on her cheek. That was all Sparrow needed to end the night, all it took to make her poor heart burst.

At first that was the plan, but Amara decided to change her mind. Fuck it. She decided to listen to what her heart asked of hee. She placed a soft kiss on Hannah's lips. A short, shy kiss, but bold enough to send a clear message.

“Good night Han~” Amara smiled, separating from the kiss and leaving for her apartment, closing the door behind her. Leaving Hannah completely in shock.

What has happened? Had she kissed her?

What?

She touched her lips unconsciously. She could still feel the softness of Amara's lips. The tenderness of the kiss. Her knees began to tremble, neither on the climbs to the most dangerous mountains, nor on the missions where she was about to die, nor on the times she had driven at more than 230 km/h had she felt as much adrenaline and nerves as now.

Her face turned completely red. She had to cover her face with both hands. She was there, standing like an idiot in front of Amara's apartment. But she felt like the happiest person in the world.

"Shit…"

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