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kaleldobrev · 7 months

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I Want Them To Hear

Pairing: Soldier Boy (Ben) x Fem!Reader

Summary: Ben wants to make sure Hughie knows what it actually sounds like when the two of you have sex. In other words, Ben makes damn sure Hughie gets yet another night of no sleep because of the two of you.

Original Prompt: Requested by @k-slla | I loved your last post (poor, poor Hughie 😂). I would love to read a sequel, where SB& reader DO keep everyone up, for other reasons 😏 (if you're up to it 😊) x Kerly

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Cursing (23x), Smut (Oral - M&F receiving, Fingering, Unprotected Sex - P in V), Implied p*rn watching, Hughie getting scarred for life (again), Semi-Public sex (living room)

Authors Note: Before you read this make sure you read A Simple Misunderstanding first | I think 23 curse words is a new record for curse words for me (21 out of them are the same too) | I had a lot of fun writing this so I hope you all enjoy it! | 18+ only please | MDNI | If you want to request something, just send me a message! | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

You looked over at the clock that was above the fireplace in the living room, and it was almost midnight, and you weren’t the least bit surprised that you weren’t even tired. Although you didn’t have a good sleep schedule before you joined the Boys (as you were a full-time college student when you joined the group), your sleep schedule somehow became even more jacked when you joined; something you didn’t think was even remotely possible. You had found yourself going to sleep at three, four, sometimes five in the morning, or not even going to sleep at all – a constant flow of energy drinks and coffee to keep you going.

The last couple of days though were unusually uneventful, verging on normal, like there wasn’t some kind of revenge war going on. The closest thing that had been kind of eventful was Hughie’s outburst this morning over breakfast, accusing you and Ben of having sex which kept him up – something that actually didn’t happen between you and Ben even though it was something that you did want to happen last night. Due to his little outburst though, the rest of the day was filled with a consistent flow of jokes (mainly at your best friend’s expense) that seemed to put everyone in a great mood (except Hughie of course). In a way, you did feel bad for him, but at the same time, his outburst this morning was unnecessary.

Your legs were currently in Ben’s lap, one of his arms draped over them as his other hand was lying on the arm of the couch with a remote in hand; the only source of light in the room coming from the television. As Ben flipped through channel after channel, you couldn’t help but stare at him as the shadows on his face changed with every single flip trying to find something to watch. “How is there so many channels and nothing to watch?” He asked, not even looking at you.

You shrugged your shoulders and he turned to face you. “I found plenty of things I’d watch. It’s not my fault you’re picky.”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m not picky. TV just sucks now.” He began, and you already knew where this conversation was going. It was about to turn into a ‘back in my day’ rant that you had heard practically every single day since you had met him. “Back in my day, TV was actually good.” Before you could interject he continued. “We didn’t have stupid reality shows about people who are famous for nothing.” You couldn’t help but agree with him on that one. “There’s 400 channels and only two of them are watchable.”

“And which channels does the almighty Soldier Boy deem watchable?” You asked, emphasizing the nickname.

“ESPN and TCM.” He answered without hesitation. You simply just rolled your eyes.

“Of course those would be the only two channels.” You mumbled, even though you knew he could hear you; there was no use in mumbling around him. “I love ESPN and TCM too, but there are other channels that are watchable Ben. How about FoodNetwork and HGTV?”

Ben scoffed. “Sometimes they’re watchable.”

“Okay. How about…” You thought for a moment, trying to think of a channel that Ben would possibly enjoy; then it hit you, causing a smirk to form on your face. “How about Skinamax?”

He looked at you with a confused expression. “What the fuck is Skinamax?” You let out a slight laugh, causing him to raise a brow. “What?”

“You don’t know what Skinamax is?” You asked. “Honestly, I’m slightly surprised.” You held out your hand. “Hand me the remote and I’ll show you.”

“Why can’t you just fucking tell me?” He asked, his facial expression annoyed.

“Because Ben, it’d be more fun to show you.” Your lips turned into a smirk. “Don’t you trust me?”

Again, your response earned yet another eyeroll from him. Of course I fucking trust you, he thought. What kind of stupid question is that? “Fine.” He said, handing you the remote.

“Okay, and why couldn’t you of just told me it was just fucking porn?” He asked, his tone sounding a little annoyed with you.

“Because, I thought it would be much more fun to show you.” You turned away from the television and looked at him. “You’ve watched porn before though right? Like, I’m assuming you have cause well…you’re…well you.”

He looked at you briefly before looking back at the screen again. “Have you watched porn before?” He mumbled, mocking your tone. “Of course I fucking have.” He said, a tad louder and a bit more annoyed sounding. He turned back to face you. “Who hasn’t watched porn before?”

You shrugged. “Fair point.” You said. “You know…” you began, as you started inching your way closer to him. “As much as I’d love to continue watching this…interesting movie. There is something I’d much rather be doing.”

He smirked, his full attention on you now. “And what’s that Sweetheart?”

“Well, you did make me a promise this morning.” Your voice was low, your hand inching closer to the hem of his pants.

“I made you a lot of promises this morning.” His voice was low, but not nearly as low as yours.

“But there was one in particular.” Your fingers started slipping into the waistband of his pants as you maintained complete eye contact with him.

“You going to tell me or is it more fun to show me?” He asked, your hand made contact with his cock and you gently wrapped your hand around him. Ben slightly groaned at the contact.

You couldn’t help but smirk. “I think you know the answer.” You whispered.

Without a second to waste, he pulled his sweats down giving you slightly better access as you started moving your hand up and down. You went slow, knowing that it was killing him inside with the pace that you were going at. As he was about to open up his mouth to protest the slow pace, your head went down and you started sucking him off; a slight taste of pre-cum on your tongue. Your hand and mouth started going in tandem with each other; no longer focused on his face, but focusing on what you were doing. “Fuck,” he groaned, and he threw his head back into the couch, enjoying the feeling of your mouth and hands wrapped around him, a feeling that he’d wanted since the moment he laid his eyes on you – despite him knowing how much you hated him at first.

You released him with a pop for a moment; your hand still going. But the loss of your mouth on him caused him to open his eye to look at you. “Ben, you need to be quiet. I don’t want the whole house to hear.” You stated.

Your words gave Ben an idea, and a smirk grew on his face. “Princess, I want them to hear.”

“You…you want them to hear?” Your voice a whisper. “Why?”

“Cause I want your little friend to know what it actually sounds like when the two of us fuck.” His words made you audibly gulp, and you barely even knew how to respond. Weirdly, the thought turned you on.

“Okay.” Your reply hesitant. Despite the slight hesitation, you wrapped your lips around his cock again; your mouth and hand working in tandem again.

As you worked, the sounds that were coming out of Ben’s mouth weren’t remotely quiet; a mixture of groaning and moaning. His hand gripped your hair slightly, pulling at it gently, messing it up. Between him basically playing with your hair as you blew him, and the sounds that he was making; it encouraged you to pick up the pace a little, and you yourself felt yourself starting to get increasingly more wet. “God, your fucking mouth.” He groaned. He bucked up a little, and when he did that he let himself go; releasing himself into your mouth and down your throat. You usually weren’t a swallower but for him, you made the exception.

Once you helped him ride out his orgasm, you released him with a pop; the two of you making eye contact again. “Lay down Princess,” he demanded, “and spread those legs of yours,” he grinned.

“Yes Sir.” You said, probably a little bit too loud.

The nickname you gave him just made him grin even wider, slightly more evil looking. “Can’t wait to wreck this pussy of yours.” He said, completely pulling your shorts down in one swift movement. He eyed your bare pussy for a moment before smirking up at you, cocking a brow. “Went commando today uh?” You bit your bottom lip, nodding. “Sweetheart, if I would have known, I would have fucked you on the kitchen table this morning just to prove a point.”

“Be-” before you could speak, his point finger started to slowly dip inside of you. “Fuck.” You moaned, slightly whispering.

“You’re fucking soaked Princess.” He said, smugness in his voice. “All this just from blowing me uh?” He added a second finger as they both started going into you a bit deeper, a slight curve to them.

“Y-yes.” You moaned out; his two fingers starting to move slowly in and out of you, a similar pace you had done earlier on him.

“So, tell me this Sweetheart. Are you generally just a cock slut, or are you just a slut for my cock?”

The pace of his fingers started to pick up gingerly; no words were forming in your brain to even respond to his question. He was barely doing anything to you, and you were slightly embarrassed by the way your body was reacting to his touch, but at the same time, he actually knew what he was doing – hitting you in all the right spots. “Just…Fuck…Just for yours.”

“Just for mine what?” He added a third finger, curling them inside of you. All you could do was moan; verging on the sound of pornographic. “Need you to use your words Princess. I know how much you like to talk, don’t hold back on me now.”

“Fuck me…” you mumbled, feeling a heat rising in your cheeks. “I’m only a slut for your cock Ben.”

He clicked his tongue a few times, seeming unsatisfied with your answer. “I’m sorry, but I didn’t quite hear you.” The smugness in his voice returned, knowing that he could hear you. You knew what he really meant: your friends couldn’t hear you.

With a small groan, you spoke just a tad louder, hoping it would be loud enough to satisfy him. “I’m only a slut for you cock Ben.”

He grinned. “There it is.” He sounded so proud of himself.

“Ben I’m about to –” you came, not even finishing your sentence, your orgasm practically exploding out of you. Despite the amount of times you’ve had sex, this was the first time you could actually say that you had a mind-blowing orgasm. He continued to move his fingers in and out of you rapidly as you rid out your orgasm.

“Fucking beautiful,” he praised. “I’ll never get fucking tired of seeing a woman cum.”

As soon as you came down from your high, he removed his fingers from you, licking them clean; and you already hated the feeling of not having his fingers inside of you. “Fuck.” You breathed out, your chest rising up and down as you tried catching your breath.

Ben chuckled. “You good there Sweetheart?” He sounded amused.

“Yeah…So…Good…” your voice trailed off.

“Good, cause I’m not done with you just yet.” Before you had the chance to respond, he pulled you by your ankles, sliding you across the couch. Pulling you into his lap, both of your hands rested on his chest, slight heat radiating from it, which strangely felt good against your palms.

Your legs were spread open wide enough that you were able to straddle him; your knees on either side of his thighs resting on the couch. Without any kind of direction from him, you grabbed the hem of your shirt and lifted it over your head, tossing it to the side, leaving you completely naked; you felt even more vulnerable somehow than you did before. You leaned in, your hands on either side of his face now and kissed him; his hands automatically gripping your hips. Based on the tightness of the grip you knew you’d have bruises, and honestly – you couldn’t care less, you wanted him to leave marks.

The both of you moaned into the kiss, and you started rocking your hips gently, trying to obtain some kind of friction. He smirked against your lips. “Someone’s a little needy.” He teased. “You just came Sweetheart.”

“Yeah but…” You kissed his neck, and leaned in close to his ear, “that was on your fingers, not on your cock.”

“And you say I have the dirty mouth.” He laughed a little, removing his hands from your hips. You sat back on his thighs as he took one of his hands and wrapped it around himself, pumping it in his hand a few times. “Going to fill that pussy right up.”

“Please.” Your tone slightly begging.

“So cute when you beg.” He said, his tip teasing your entrance. “You ready for me Sweetheart?” You nodded and placed your hands on his shoulders, almost as if you were bracing yourself. As he started pushing himself inside of you, you let out a long moan, shutting your eyes. “Fucking love your moans.” He complicated, as he watched your face slightly contort. “Taking me so well too.” He chuckled. “Really are a cock slut uh?”

“Only for you.” You breathed, his cock almost fully inside of you.

“Damn right only for me.” His voice sounded slightly possessive; and the tone turned you on more than you thought it would, and he felt you clench around him. “You like that uh?” You nodded in response. “Good.”

As you started moving your hips, Ben started placing kisses between your breasts, every so often taking one of your nipples into his mouth. The noises you were making were pornographic sounding again; no words really escaping your lips, just moans. Your hand gripped the back of his head, clutching at his hair. “Ben,” you moaned, shutting your eyes as you continued to rock your hips.

He attached his lips to your neck now, slightly nipping and sucking on the skin. Not only were there going to be marks on your hips, there were going to be marks on your neck now too. “Mine,” you heard him mumble; but you weren’t entirely sure if you heard him properly.

You opened your eyes and looked at him, and he removed his lips from your neck. “You heard me,” his voice possessive again. “You’re mine now.” He said. You weren’t sure if this was bedroom talk or he actually did mean that you were his, and his alone. Either way, you loved the sound of being his – despite the slight alpha/misogynistic undertone to it.

“All yours.” You agreed. He took two of his fingers and started rubbing your clit, trying to get you closer and closer to the edge. You felt the pressure start to build, and you were insanely close to coming again. “I’m so close.”

“Can’t wait to cum inside of you Princess.” His fingers started picking up the pace, and his hip movements were starting to get erratic – he was close too.

“Fuck.” You mumbled, your own movements matching his erratic ones. “I’m about to –” as you started to cum, his lips latched onto yours, and you moaned into his mouth.

“I’m right there with you.” He said, coming closely after you. The kiss deepened as the two of you rid out your orgasms; his fingers working lazily on your clit.

“Holy shit.” You said, essentially collapsing onto him. Your forehead rested on his shoulder as your chests were pressed up against each other; his arms wrapped around your lower back, his clock still buried inside of you.

“You alright there Sweetheart?” He asked, kissing the top of your head.

“Yeah just…” you started breathing a little heavy again. “Don’t have your stamina.” You laughed a little. “I’ll be okay.”

“Good. Cause I can’t have you dyin’ on me.” His tone was joking, but you knew that he would be devastated if anything were to ever happen to you. Because over the course of time he had known you, he had grown to deeply care about you; and it was something that surprised the both of you – hell, it even surprised the rest of the group.

"What the fuck!" You and Ben both turned and saw Hughie standing in the doorway of the living room; his facial expression looked as though he was about to blow a gasket.

Ben rolled his eyes out of annoyance. "Do you mind?" You gently lifted yourself off of him, grabbing a nearby blanket and quickly covered yourself and Ben, although the damage was probably already done.

"Yes! Matter of fact I do mind! This is the second night in a row that I woke up because of the two of you!" He yelled; and you could of sworn you saw a vain bulging from his neck. He was pissed.

Ben laughed, amused by Hughie's reaction. "Now you know what it actually sounds like when the two of us fuck. Should of kept your mouth shut this morning kid." He grinned, and gave him a wink.

"Seriously? You guys were loud because of what I said this morning?" Hughie's voice was now annoyed. Ben simply just shrugged at his question. "You are such an asshole."

Ben shrugged again. "Worse has been said."

“Hughie I –” you began, but Ben cut you off.

"But, I can promise you this," he got up from the couch, pulling up his pants in the process as he made his way toward Hughie. He placed a hand on his shoulder, looking him directly in the eyes, grinning. "You better get used to not fucking sleeping cause your friend has one hell of a pussy and mouth on her." You didn't need to see his face to know the absolute pleasure he had saying that to your best friend.

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bigfatbimbo · 25 days

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you said u wanted rly specific au type requests and i’m here to deliver! idk if u still write for Lucifer but likkkkee picture this: single father lucifer where lilith left wayyyy earlier and charlie’s still just a baby. so like the reader helping out with him raising baby charlie?? like not in an established relationship way like maybe they fall in love over the course of headcanons !!

I could never be, I could never be ready for this

a/n — I miss doing Lucifer things so bad oh my god! This little fella is so silly I always forget how much I like his character.

warnings — just fluff, not established relationship, kind of long, gender neutral reader

summary — An au where Lilith and Lucifer get divorced way back when Charlie is still just a little kid, so reader helps Lucifer raise her.

I love this idea with all my heart, so let me paint a picture for you.

Liliths leaving would have been bad enough on its own, but with little Charlie around, it’s needless to say Lucifer was a bit overwhelmed.

So one day, he’s at the grocery store buying food for his infant child. Deciphering the labels on the baby food is difficult enough, not to mention he’s phone propped against his ear by his shoulder, listening to one of the many jobs Lucifer has to get to later as the king of Hell.

And on top of that, every so often a demon will recognize him as the famous ruler of the pride ring, and talk meaningless at him about whatever they feel is ‘important’ information to tell a celebrity.

He doesn’t mean to be rude to the sinner, as if he’d respond all that nicer if he wasn’t extremely overstimulated, but he just “Uh-huh, that’s great.” to every comment.

All of this happening while in the same damn isle, while he still doesn’t know what good to get for his damn baby.

But, unsurprisingly, Lucifer still manages to Lucifer things up. His phone slips out of his hands, and in the panicked moment, the baby food splatters on the ground around him, and on his expensive boots.

With a groan, he picks his phone up, tells the person on the other line, “I’ll call you back,” and going to deal with the baby food.

That’s when he meets you, leaning down to help him clean up, “You know, I think they’re still gonna make you pay for it.” But that’s about when you realize who exactly you’re talking to, you punctuate your sentence with “Your highness.”

Afterwards, you’d make a comment about the baby food, making Lucifer recoil, “Oh my golly, Charlie’s been home alone with Razzle and Dazzle for almost thirty minutes! I mean, they’re great butlers but babysitters?” he laughs at his own private joke, “I don’t think so!”

The man was clearly spiraling, and fast. You didn’t exactly know who Razzle or Dazzle was, but you did pick up on the fact he needed help around the house. And nannying for the king of hell could earn you a pretty penny.

And so begins your arrangement, you come over for a few hours whenever Lucifer calls on you and you care for Charlie.

And you were good at it too. It was true, Charlie adored you. Your silly faces made her laugh instantly, and she liked to reach her hands over and smoosh your cheeks together. To which she found absolutely hysterical.

Although Lucifer was usually taking care of his, you know, actual job during this time, he did manage to peek in on how you two were doing.

You were so good to Charlie. It made him swell with affection for you as he, most likely, leaned against a doorway to discreetly watch you two play.

And all of a sudden, you’re getting offered a full time sit-in nanny for the kid, and at an amazing price. Of course, you decline at first, but your hours happily increase.

A lot of the time, you’re staying overnight in the guest bedroom. And with this new arrangement, you get to know Lucifer a lot more.

Sometimes he makes breakfast for you and Charlie, after one of your overnight jobs. He definitely takes requests, and is unusually fantastic at whatever it is you ask for.

Out of curiosity for the strange man, who you know very little about on a personal level, you definitely test his abilities. Eggs benedict, soufflés, perfectly folded omelets, all of it requested, and cooked totally perfect.

“You’re an awfully good cook,” you say. “Thank you! You know I actually learned from—“ “No it’s not a compliment. It’s freakish how good you are.”

The teasing conversation continued and felt so good for Lucifer who’d, with work, the loss of his wife, and raising a child on his own, felt such a lack of light hearted fun in his life.

And maybe you’d suggest, in a moment of pure playful intent, he cook dinner for you sometime. That would take him by surprise.

He’d be stunned for a full minute, because of pure confusion, lack of enough sleep to understand the comment, and becoming flustered at the idea of a ‘date’ with you.

But it wasn’t meant to be a date, I mean, Charlie would be there, for hells sake. But the dinner definitely starts a new family-like dynamic.

Along with babysitting Charlie, Lucifer tries to be present a lot more around you, even if it meant being set back on work things.

Movie nights with you, him, and Charlie. Obviously something childish like The Little Mermaid, or something to entertain such a young kid.

But that doesn’t make the movie nights any less special. Charlie sat on the end, leaning up against Lucifer, who sat right beside you. However, with his schedule, and let’s be real fucked up mental state, he found it hard to focus on the movie, and even harder to stay awake.

Each and every movie night, it’s like clockwork. The first hour of the movie, Charlie is lively, and Lucifer is chatting beside you. At that hour checkmark, that’s about when Charlie falls asleep on Lucifer’s lap.

Then the last thirty minutes, Lucifer becomes drowsier and drowsier, before finally falling asleep on your shoulder, Charlie still nuzzled up in his lap.

Of course he knows it’s inappropriate to be, for lack of better words, cuddling with his child’s nanny. But charlie seemed to like you and it’s been so long since he’d been held.

Honestly, the affection between you two would be so normalized, it would take a while for you two to even realize your ‘first date’ is a date at all.

Like it’d be over dinner and you’d have put Charlie to bed by then, and then you’d just be like, “Wait, fuck. Is this like… a date type thing?”

And then a puzzle piece would instantly click and Lucifer would be like, “Uh… I dunno. Is it?” And he’d be nervously laughing but he’d actually be trying to cover up how taken aback he is by the thought of it.

Honestly, even after a few dates [or fuck, even a lot of them] I don’t think there would be any label on this relationship.

Like, that’s really the one unhealthy part of this whole thing, you wouldn’t be labeled to Lucifer as anything romantic, despite how lovely dovey you two act.

I guess sometimes a family is just the devil himself, his baby daughter, and his parentally gifted nanny.

a/n — didn’t include any smut headcanons here because it was lowkey really long without them but.. always could go for more lucifer smut and basically anything with this silly little singledad!lucifer au

ALSO STEVEN UNIVERSE REFERENCE FOR THE TITLE, GIGGLING!!

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lilsluttyy · 7 months

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how about geto or gojo (which ever one you wanna do or both 😏) cheat on the male reader with an girl and its like really angsty and sad

✪ cheater Gojo X male reader

✪ warning: angst , cheating , hurt no comfort

✪ ??? Au

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" Why me "

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Lately you've felt as if you and your boyfriend were drifting away , Gojo always finds away to ditch you on your dates and whenever you two had the chance to hangout together he always says ' sorry babe my friend needs me with them right now ' it's always that excuse.

Everytime you asked him about his ' friend ' he wouldn't even share a single info to you.

You and Gojo's anniversary was around the corner while you were busy looking for the perfect gift he was out there having fun , how you wish you weren't blinded by love. Each time Gojo made an excuse you forgave him , even Getou and Shoko was concerned but you kept brushing it off like it was nothing. If he had fallen out of love why couldn't he just let me know and let me move on.

Why is he letting me suffer.

" you're overreacting babe I would never fall out of love with you " Gojo would always say that to your face with a bright and confident smile. ' how I wish that the words you say were true ' you could only smile and nod , at first you thought it was the paranoia getting into your head but the evidence was just Infront of you. The text from a certain girl who you never knew nor met , but you didn't question ' he's quite famous so I don't blame him for having people's numbers '

How you wish you weren't so forgiving.

" Gojo..where have you been..? " you stared at him with no emotions swimming in your eyes , he chuckled slightly " sorry babe my friend needed my help " the excuse was nothing new " what's with the decorations did you celebrate a friend's birthday? " you felt your heart breaking. All this time you've been enduring all this pain , you ignored how obvious it was that Gojo was cheating on you yet you stayed.

All because you ' loved ' him.

Time around you felt like it stopped when you see him kissing another girl , ' no wonder he isn't picking up my calls...' the gift you were holding for your anniversary now meant nothing.

You looked away , your heart completely shattered.

You sat on the couch waiting for him to arrive, your bags and suit cases packed. The only things you wanted to leave behind was all of Gojo's gift from the early days when you two were dating and in love. Now was different , you stared at the door waiting for Gojo to walk in.

Time passed and he still wasn't here , you sighed to yourself before dialing a certain someone to pick you up " Suguru do you mind coming over..." after putting down the phone you picked up your bags and placed it infront of the door , you looked back and the lost memories of you and Gojo still wonders around. You of course didn't forget to write a small note for him if he does come back , a knock on the door pulled you out of your deep thoughts.

" (m/n).."

You smiled as you opened the door and Suguru was standing there , " I'm sorry I wasn't there for you earlier..." Suguru's eyes was filled with pity and regret.

" don't apologise Suguru..it's not your fault " you softly said as you picked up your bags and walked out the door , Suguru quickly offered to help carry your bags which you accepted. The second you walked out of that door , you felt this wave of relief. As much as you loved Gojo he wasn't able to return the feeling anymore , the weight in your heart felt as if it was lifted. You took a deep breath when you walked out the apartment and headed to Suguru's car , you stopped your tracks and looked back to the tall building.

Suguru placed your bags carefully in his car and looked over to your figure.

" (m/n) are you ready "

" yeah I'm ready to let go..."

Gojo walked into his apartment after spending the night with his side piece , hickeys littering around his neck and his scent smelled like cheap perfume. He looked around and realised something's weren't there such as (m/n)'s things that he'd put on the shelves.

" (m/n) baby where are you? " Gojo called out but to his surprise (m/n) didn't answer , usually whenever he called (m/n) out he would welcome him with kisses.

As he made his way into the house Gojo sees a small note that was decorated by (m/n)'s handwriting.

Dear Gojo,

If you are reading this i hope you realise that my things are gone. I also left the gifts you left me in your room , I'm not leaving because I fell out of love.

It's because of you Gojo.

I really did thought we were meant to be , but it seems like I was just your plaything. If you had told me you've fallen out of love I would have let you go , but you decided to make me suffer and I was to in love with you to even acknowledge the fact you were cheating.

But I had enough I thought if I brushed it off , it would hurt me less but no it hurt me even worse than before. The way you forgotten everything about ' us ' hurts me , I wish you the best with you new relationship and don't ever try and find me. You probably won't anyways.

Your used to be beloved ,

(m/n)

The paper dropped to the ground at tears had soaked it up.

Ja jang I got to bummed out at the end

#x male reader #bottom male reader #jujutsu kaisen x male reader #kai˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆#sub male reader #getou suguru #gojo x male reader

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one-flower-one-sword · 3 months

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"Gege, don't panic just yet. I'll repeat those words to you. Give them a listen."

"...Alright," Xie Lian said.

Hua Cheng's memory was exceptional, and he clearly and precisely repeated the words as soon as they left the area where the corpse-eating rats had gathered. Xie Lian stared intently at his lips as he pronounced a series of moderately paced and somewhat bizarre-sounding phrases. The words had a strange, ancient rhythm to them. Hearing them spoken with such steady control through Hua Cheng's lips made the notes deep, beautiful, and pleasing to the ears.

TGCF Volume 5, page 343

Mu Qing rolled all the silk veils into a ball and tossed them to the side, his veins popping slightly. "How would I know? Because all your clothes, accessories, and daily living needs were my responsibility back then. I washed for you, I mended for you - and every item in your wardrobe was unique. These statues are too detailed - everything is there, exactly the same, completely! When I saw those clothes, of course I knew which face they would have!"

TGCF Volume 6, page 50

For he had remembered something else: the tale of the red-clad ghost who set hundreds of civil and martial temples ablaze. Hua Cheng became famous overnight when he defeated thirty-three heavenly officials and obliterated every single one of their temples and shrines across the entirety of the Mortal Realm.

Xie Lian had long forgotten how many heavenly officials had fought him over that blessed land; their titles, their faces, and even the words they said were lost to him. He could only vaguely recall that there were about thirty of them.

TGCF Volume 8, page 24

Was thinking about Hua Cheng's memory while rereading these scenes and how he appears to basically have perfect recall. Yes, we know he can "record" things with his butterflies, but he only seems to be doing so during strategic moments. If he had recorded what the corpse-eating rats were saying, there would have been no need for him to repeat their words himself, but he does. And they were words in a language he could read but not understand when spoken, and he only heard them spoken once and when there was no reason for him to memorize them. And yet he can recall them perfectly.

Xie Lian wonders if the extreme accuracy of the statues' details is because the sculptor's mind was so filled with images of him and only him, and while that's not wrong, I do think it's remarkable that Hua Cheng was able to remember all those intricate details. After all, they're from a time where he mostly was only able to watch over Xie Lian from afar, and even when they were close for once, it was usually during very stressful circumstances. Yet years later, he can still recreate it all perfectly, to a point that, according to Xie Lian, not even Xianle's most renowned sculptors were able to.

Same with the thirty-three heavenly officials - Hua Cheng was a ghost fire during that time and again it were very stressful circumstances where he was actively trying to defend Xie Lian with what little power he had. And yet, even years later, even after he was almost dispersed as Wu Ming and out of his mind, he can apparently recall every single one of their faces and knows exactly who was there. It's a stark contrast to how Xie Lian has no idea anymore even how many there were, much less their names and faces.

Of course, at this point it's been several hundred years, so that's not surprising. Still, there are many moments like these where Xie Lian is confused and taken aback by Hua Cheng's strong reaction to things he himself can barely remember and often doesn't even really think about anymore. That's a multi-layered issue of course - for one thing, trauma messes with memory, and Xie Lian himself has stated things like that he'd rather remember the delicious meat bun he ate the day before than how he'd been trampled to death years ago. For another, Hua Cheng has reason to cling to those memories Xie Lian would rather forget because of his immense anger on Xie Lian's behalf.

This doesn't explain moments like with the corpse-eating rats though, since like previously stated there was no reason for Hua Cheng to actively try and memorize what they were saying. It can thus be extrapolated from these examples that he always remembers everything this precisely, whether he wants to or not, even if he only heard or saw it once, and no matter how much time has passed since then.

On the one hand, this would evidently serve him very well in cases like his worship of Xie Lian or his goals in aiding and protecting him. On the other, this would mean that every moment of suffering he went through - or that Xie Lian went through, which to Hua Cheng is the worst kind of suffering - will forever be present in his mind in perfect detail. To him, it will always be as if it happened just yesterday. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't forget, because there's no "off setting" to his perfect memory, it's always "on" and can't be overwritten.

I think this might also be a small but not insignificant part of what makes up Hua Cheng's palpable intensity and sharpness, and also contributes to the strong emotions he surpresses beneath his controlled exterior.

#tgcf #rereading tgcf #hua cheng

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Tmz vacation pictures. My bad.

the sweetest torture one could bear [H.Steinfeld]

full request: Hi, I have part of a request. Aha, I didn't know what else to put with it, so do with that what you will. Instead of JA being in the videos and photos with Hailee, it's Reader.

pairing: hailee steinfeld x reader

summary: when you and hailee are flown out on vacation to promote your growing 'relationship', you find out there's more than meets the eye when it comes to the actress...and your feelings for her.

warnings: enemies-to-lovers type vibe with a semi-happy ending; PR relationship + stunts; like two JA mentions; R being a jerk to hailee and vice versa; so many petty arguments and hidden feelings; R is technically also famous but it never gets expanded upon whoops; 110% got carried away because of lacy by olivia rodrigo

wordcount: 2.5k

a/n: i know you said you didn't have anything in mind, lovely anon, but i think i took your idea and RAN with it. i just needed someplace to put all the emotions hailee's been bringing out of me lately with the stupid JA situation so i can continue to write fics for her. that's why the NY stunt is still a thing that happens in this fic. hope you enjoy despite how scathing some of my comments can be in this <3

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Dating a famous celebrity is supposed to be fun. At least that’s what you imagine things would be like if you were dating anyone but Hailee freaking Steinfeld.

Although, to be fair, the word dating technically doesn’t apply to your situation.

Even calling it a PR relationship is incredibly generous. You’re pretty much just damage control after whatever mess happened in New York with her and that quarterback.

Of course, it was a mess she created and once it blew up in her face she was forced to retreat and avoid looking like a bigger asshole…which is where you come in. You don’t know how or why but somehow you got roped into things and now you’re being forced to help the brunette clean up her image.

Maybe forced is being dramatic but your team didn’t even let you attempt to talk them out of the idea and instead shoved you onto a private plane headed to Mexico City for a Fourth of July mini-vacation with the one and only Hailee Steinfeld.

Also known as the one person you’d never willingly go out with. Much less on a mini-vacation that only has one goal: get as many paparazzi as possible to take pictures of the two of you so speculation will run wild and distract Hailee’s fans from the New York stunt.

You have no doubt the plan will work which just pisses you off even more.

You’re not new to this life of hiding or the lies it comes with but there’s something about the way the brunette handles things that just rubs you the wrong way. She straddles the border between genuine and fake so often that you’re sure she doesn’t even know who she is most days.

Hence her constant disappearances from the public eye nowadays. Disappearances that just make her stunts with the quarterback even more confusing.

You’re not here to figure the actress out though, you just have to fake a few smiles, hold her hand, and pretend you actually like each other. The media and her fans will do the rest.

Whether the result of your stunt ends with people speculating you're in a relationship or just a public denunciation of her connection to said quarterback is ultimately up to her team so all you two really have to do is pretend.

Something that would be easy…if your distaste for each other wasn’t so obvious.

“Did your lovely team forget the part where we’re not actually a couple?” You question the second you arrive at your hotel room, only to find a single king-sized bed in the middle of the room.

“Why do you assume it was my team that messed up?” She fires back, eyebrow raised in defiance.

You roll your eyes as you finish wheeling your suitcase inside. You don’t even bother to argue about who gets the bed and instead put your things down on the couch set up in the corner of the room. After all, you’re still a gentleman. “Because this whole thing was their idea.”

“They actually know how to do their job, unlike some people.” Her verbal jab isn’t lost on you and it quickly silences the small voice in your head that was urging you to try and get along with her.

“And what’s my job? Pretending you’re the center of the universe?”

“It’d be a nice start.”

“Too bad I’m not the academy-award nominated actress here.” Out of anyone else’s mouth, it would be a compliment but you both know that’s not the way you meant those words.

Hailee doesn’t say anything in response. She just glares at you as if that’ll make you disappear.

Unfortunately, it doesn't, which means you’re still stuck in this same situation with the same pair of eyes that wish they could send you six feet underground…or, at the very least, six rooms away from her.

That glare is more than enough to draw the conversation to a close for the moment. The awkward silence that sticks around instead is just as bad though and you’re actually glad when Hailee’s phone goes off.

You watch, with a slightly amused smile, as the actress argues with one of the many poor souls from her PR team.

She’s clearly not as amused as you are considering the string of curse words that reverberate around the small room. You pick up enough information to know there’s already a plan and a schedule for the pap shots so the two of you have to be on top of your game sooner rather than later.

There’s a split second during the phone call where your eyes meet hers and everything else seems to fade away for those few moments.

There’s no badly suppressed annoyance in her eyes, no vacant look that represents the hundreds of walls she’s put up to keep you locked out of her mind and heart. For the briefest of seconds, she seems…real. It’s as if the mask she so easily wears to hide who she is slips and leaves behind the uncertainty she seems to detest so much.

Ironically, that uncertainty would make her a lot more bearable in your opinion.

The moment ends as quickly as it started and in no time at all, you’re back to being passive-aggressive while pretending to like each other.

“So, what’s the plan here?” You hate how much you care about not further ruining her life by messing up the pap shots. “Last time I checked, you weren’t out of your glass closet yet.”

“Are you saying you check up on me often?” She replies as she gets into the private pool next to you.

For some reason, her team had decided the two of you should kick things off with some pool pictures before going out to dinner tomorrow night. It’s a pretty ridiculous idea but nothing screams summer romance like paparazzi pictures at the pool and/or the beach.

“Yeah, it’s like watching a trainwreck. I can’t look away no matter how hard I try.”

“Funny.”

She sits across from you and you do all you can to stop your eyes from wandering across her face. It’s impossible to deny how attractive she is, no matter how long her list of contradicting personality traits is.

You assume she’s forgotten about your question until she speaks up a few moments later. “There’s no real plan. We don’t have to actually kiss for people to think there’s something going on.”

“What a relief.”

The brunette rolls her eyes at you but no snarky comeback escapes her lips. It might be too insignificant to call it progress but at least you’re having a conversation that doesn’t turn into an argument.

Nothing significant happens after that besides Hailee spotting the paparazzi and both of you pulling the most authentic smiles you can muster onto your faces. Turns out, the fake smiling is the easy part, finding something to talk about is the hard part.

You let her talk up and down about Hawkeye and Across the Spiderverse until you’re finally able to go back to hiding inside the hotel room.

It pains you to admit it but she’s not half bad when she’s talking about her projects. Being alone certainly helps ease some of her anxieties and you’re sure her people-pleasing tendencies have disappeared around you. (You’re not sure if that’s a compliment or not...not that you care either way.)

You push away your slightly conflicting, and borderline confusing, feelings as you make your way back into your room.

And maybe your eyes wander down to her abs a few times and maybe you catch her looking your way once or twice but that doesn’t matter. Sharing one moment with her where she feels like an actual person instead of a walking brand deal isn’t going to change your mind about her.

You make it back into the room and a few peaceful minutes go by until Hailee’s phone goes off once again, her face twisting from annoyance to shock to genuine dread in the span of five seconds. You can’t explain why but something inside you urges you to step out onto the balcony and leave her alone.

So you do just that.

Contrary to the way you act when you’re around her, you do sort of care for her in ways you’d rather not think about. It’s just hard to show that side of yourself when she does everything in her power to get under your skin. It might not be on purpose but that doesn’t make it any less grating.

You rise to your feet and grab the towels you had left hanging on the back of a chair. You don’t say a word as you slide the balcony door open but you swear you hear her mumble out a thank you before you slip outside.

Maybe things between you two aren’t so hopeless after all.

It might be wishful thinking but things are surprisingly calm for the next few hours. It's not until you’re getting ready to fall asleep and forget everything that’s happened today that she speaks to you again.

“You don’t have to sleep on the couch, y’know? The bed is big enough for both of us.”

You turn to look at her, doing a terrible job of hiding the surprised look on your face. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“It’s fine, y/n.” She shrugs as if sharing a bed with her isn’t a big deal. “Just don’t snore or I’ll kick you to the ground.”

“Yes, ma’am,” you reply sarcastically.

A tense silence fills the room after that and neither of you makes any attempts to break it. Hailee busies herself with double-checking that everything is locked while you climb into bed, turning onto your side and attempting to put as much space as possible between the two sides of the bed.

She turns the lights off, leaving you in the darkness with a rapidly beating heart. You’re not sure why you’re nervous but you have a feeling falling asleep is going to be almost impossible tonight.

You lay there for what feels like hours, doing your best not to think about how close your bodies are right now. You saw her in a bikini earlier today, why are you freaking out over sharing the same bed?

You’re in the middle of mentally arguing with yourself when you hear Hailee let out a series of deep breaths. Anxiety isn’t a stranger to you and you suddenly worry something might have triggered a panic attack.

“You okay?” You speak up despite yourself. “Did you finally realize you fucked over your queer fans with the QB stuff?”

You can’t help but poke the bear even when you’re supposed to be checking up on her.

She doesn’t respond and a few seconds later, you hear her sniffle, the guilt immediately hitting you like a runaway train. “Hailee? I’m sorry, I shouldn't have said that.”

“Republic dropped me.” Her voice is barely audible but there’s no denying the pain it carries.

The urge to turn around and look at her is far too strong for you to ignore so you take a deep breath before giving in. You turn onto your other side so you’re facing her, not wanting to ruin her moment of vulnerability by appearing uninterested.

Her eyes are trained on the ceiling above her but you can make out the glimmer of unshed tears in the warm pool of her eyes. She doesn’t give you a chance to speak up, she just continues as if you’re not looking at her with real empathy in your gaze for the first time since you met.

“I should’ve seen it coming, you know? With all the hesitation and the drawn-out meetings. Coast was supposed to be my chance to prove myself and it did nothing. I hoped rushing SunKissing would fix things but it just made everything worse.”

“And then New York happened,” you mumble.

“Yeah-” Her voice breaks and you hate the way your heart aches for her. “I should’ve just owned up to it but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to admit I was grasping at straws so when my team told me to bring you into this mess…I didn’t know what else to do.”

“Saying no would have been a good start.”

“I’m sorry,” she mumbles as she turns her head to the side, allowing your eyes to meet in the darkness. “You don’t deserve any of this.”

The sincerity in her words strikes you “Oh, come on, I’m no saint. I’ve been nothing but a pain in the ass since we got here.”

“You're right. You're awful.”

“Shut up, Steinfeld.”

She laughs.

An actual laugh that makes the corners of her glossy eyes crinkle up in a way that makes your heart skip a couple of beats. You’re sure you’ve never made her laugh like that in the time you’ve known each other.

And you hate the way you’re already obsessed with the sound.

“We don’t have to keep doing this,” she says suddenly before fully turning her body toward you. “It was a stupid idea anyway, it’s not going to change people’s minds.”

“Maybe you’re the one who has to change her mind.” You offer the only advice you can think of. “Pretending like everything’s okay isn’t doing you any favors, Lee.”

The nickname slips out of your mouth without a second thought. You don’t even realize you said it out loud until Hailee questions you about it. “Lee? Five hours ago you wanted me out of your life and now you’re giving me a nickname?”

“Five hours ago I wasn’t sure you even had feelings.”

Your comment would have surely earned you a glare earlier but now you get a smile instead. “Point taken.”

“I mean it, though. Stop doing what you think everyone else wants you to do and do what you want. You owe yourself that much.”

“The things I want will just make things worse,” she says, the smallest of frowns tugging at her lips.

“Maybe it’s worth it.”

You have no idea what her words truly mean until you catch her eyes drifting down to your lips.

Everything inside of you tells you to make a joke, or piss her off, or at the very least, turn around and pretend to go to sleep. Anything to stop both of you from making a huge mistake.

But then her hand reaches out to touch your waist and you find yourself leaning toward her without a second thought.

It’s stupid and reckless and the last thing you should add to this already messy situation and yet it’s the only thing you want to do. You don’t want to argue with her anymore, you just want her. Even if it’s only for the night.

“What are we doing?” You whisper, your lips barely inches away from hers.

“I don’t know…do you want me to stop?”

You meet her eyes and reach your decision. “No.”

It’s all the encouragement she needs to close the gap between you, her lips claiming yours in a surprisingly soft kiss. You tangle your hand in her hair to pull her closer as a thought suddenly dawns on you.

There’s no way to deny how attracted you are to her. No way to deny how drawn you are to her despite all the things that get under your skin about her.

No way to deny that you’re actually falling for Hailee Steinfeld.

Shit.

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bbiine · 7 months

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SPILLED WINE REWARD ָ֢

SUMMARY: an accident involving wine, between Seokmin and Y/N, two ex-lovers, at New York Fashion Week, makes Seokmin want to reward you

PAIRING: idol!ex boyfriend!Seokmin x idol!ex girlfriend!fem!reader

WARNINGS: (probably) grammatical errors and a little of smut

GENDER: fluff and (a little) smut

BIBI'S NOTES: hey mes amours! It's my first time writing so if you have any feedback, pls don't hesitate to let me know! I want to warn you that English is not my native language, so forgive me for any mistakes!

Enjoy!

New York Fashion week used to be a major fashion event. Only people who were influential and important to fashion were able to be invited and honored with a presence in the big city.

The kpop industry was gaining more recognition and many more idols were going on to have worldwide careers. And Seokmin, or better known as Dokyeom or Dk, a member of a famous boy group called Seventeen, managed to be influential enough to be one of the guests.

He was sitting in the front row of the catwalk looking at all the new clothing collections and all that luxury, when his eyes met the eyes of an idol, it was Y/N, your ex-girlfriend, you were becoming famous in the Kpop industry and you finally had this opportunity to be present at such a big event. It had been a long time since you had broken up, not a single word had been exchanged.

Seokmin watched you with curious eyes, you were totally focused on the clothes and you looked different, your countenance was dazzling and mysterious at the same time. You hadn't realized that Seokmin had been looking at you since the beginning of the show; for him, the show didn't matter when he could simply observe your every detail and expression.

As he walked through the middle of a large, chic hall, full of people drinking their champagne and sporting their latest clothes after the big show, Seokmin tried to find the girl who had captured his attention. Until he saw the same pair of eyes that had always caught his attention: you were talking to a very influential person in fashion, but things didn't seem to be going well.

Seokmin approaches with a smile on his face

"Hello...Y/N right? Sorry to disturb your conversation, but can I talk to you for five minutes?" Seokmin smiles

When you realize who it is, your smile fades a little, after all you've been avoiding him. As soon as your eyes meet his, you remember all the past you've had and that night when you decided to give up on everything.

It was an ordinary Wednesday night when you decided to end it all. You'd known each other since you were 16, when you were just a trainee, and for as long as you can remember, you'd been in love with him. But the more time passed, the more you felt the pressure of being an idol, you simply didn't have a romantic life with Seokmin, you couldn't go out or have dinner together because everyone would know about your relationship and your company didn't want that. It had been three years since you were in this relationship and it seemed to only put pressure on you, your life revolved around hiding the relationship from the two of you.

Seokmin snaps two fingers in front of you making you wake up from all the thoughts and memories you had with him

"Long time, Y/N" He smiled

"What do you want to talk to me about?" You crossed your arms

"Well, you tour abroad and you can't speak English properly? You didn't seem to understand anything in that conversation"

"Of course I understood, I was just confused because she was talking too fast" you walk to a private corner while picking up a glass of wine

Seokmin accompanies you, he was curious about what had happened to you since the break-up

"How's life?" He leans against the wall and stares at you

"Are you really going to do that? You don't have to try to talk to me, after all, the last time we saw each other you hated me." You sip some wine, trying to forget how much that night hurt you.

"I didn't even remember that, I'm not holding any grudges... if it's all right for you, then it's all right for me" He gives you the same smile and waits for your reaction

"Then we're even" You give a forced smile

Just then, a waiter walked by with a tray of wine glasses. Seokmin reached out to take one, but a sudden stumble caused the glass to slip out of his hands, spilling the red liquid in his direction. Your dress is stained red, leaving you embarrassed and Seokmin ashamed

You look at him angrily

"Seokmin, look what you've done!" You grab a cloth and try to wipe it off, but it only makes matters worse

Seokmin looks totally embarrassed and worried

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to" he tries to help you, taking a cloth and trying to wipe it off

The stain was right on your stomach and a little close to your breasts, as you felt his touch after so long, your cheeks turned a little red and you tried to hide it with your anger

"Don't touch me Seokmin" you pulled away from him, walking into the great hall, inside you found a room where you took out your cell phone and called your manager, so you could get another dress.

Meanwhile Seokmin was trying to find where you were, after all he wanted to apologize and didn't want things to turn out this way.

You were standing with your arms folded with your back to the door waiting for your manager, after all he said he was close by. the door opens and you say

"Quick, open my dress, this smell of wine is bothering me" you say without looking to the door

you feel hands running down your back as open your dress, that feeling was familiar to you, and then you hear the voice of the person who caused all this

"I'm sorry Y/N... let me make it up to you..."

You turn around quickly with red cheeks and see that it's Seokmin

"What are you doing here? Do you want to cause more trouble?" You say trying not to give in, but it was difficult, all the old feelings were coming back.

He laughs a little and faces you "You know I didn't mean it... let me apologize the way I know how" He stares at you, waiting for your reaction as he gently brings your lips closer.

Your legs freeze and you just can't say anything, you wanted it, you wanted to feel Seokmin's lips again. By now you were totally surrendered to him.

When your eyes close and you feel Seokmin's lips, that familiar sensation takes over your whole body, you feel like you're home after a long time.

There was no hesitation when their lips finally met, a passion they had both been holding in for so long was finally released. Seokmin's hands were roaming all over your body, sending all kinds of impure thoughts to your brain. Your lips were in perfect sync, as were your tongues, which were also present in the kiss.

When you both finally ran out of air, Seokmin pulled away and whispered in a hoarse voice with his eyes closed

"I want you...like I've always wanted since I was 16" he opened his eyes and faced her "come back to me Y/N...come home"

That was the pinnacle for you, after those words you could no longer hold in all that passion that had been stored up for so long, you brought your lips together again, causing Seokmin to pull you in, closing any kind of space between the two of you.

His hands were still on her body, and they went to her open zipper, pulling the stained dress down completely. "At least the accident did some good," he said, totally mesmerized by your body in just your underwear. You roll your eyes and laugh softly, "My God, how could I have stayed away from you for so long?" He stares at you with that smile as his kisses trail down to your neck, low moans coming from your mouth as Seokmin leaves marks on your neck.

"This is so wrong, but it feels so right," you whisper. There was no doubt about your feelings for each other and you could no longer resist the physical attraction

In one swift movement, Seokmin picks you up and places you on a random table in the room. In the meantime, his mouth never left your neck, making you continue to moan and driving him crazy "One day you're going to kill me with pleasure Y/N" he said between kisses

"Don't worry, I'm already doing it now" you let out a smile and your hands go down to Seokmin's blouse.

As your hands slowly move down to Seokmin's dress shirt, the intensity of the moment intensifies. The fabric of the shirt ripples with every movement of your touch. His fingers slide between the buttons of Seokmin's shirt, teasing him with each stroke. Soon, the shirt begins to move lower and lower, revealing more and more of Seokmin's muscular frame underneath.

you can feel your own heart pounding and the heat rising through your skin. Perhaps Seokmin's claim that you were already "killing him with pleasure" was right all along.

He stopped kissing her neck and faced her as he slowly descended, looking into her eyes. He was at the height of her legs, while his hands caressed her thighs as he slowly spread her legs apart.

"For you I keep my legs open and forget everything" you said in a sensual and provocative way

Seokmin's smile widened and he left a kiss on the inside of her thigh

"I know, but maybe you can't keep them open for long," he says, teasing you even more

His kisses move upwards until they almost reach the middle of your leg, and then your phone rings, taking all the focus away from you.

You pick it up and your eyes go wide and you quickly get up from the table, looking for your dress and leaving Seokmin at a loss.

The call is ended and you say "My manager is here, he's looking for me, quick, get out of here" you say desperately and put on your stained dress

He gives you a mischievous smile "well, looks like we'll have an audience to see what I'm going to do to you" he approaches you again and you push him towards the door "stop Seokmin, no one can catch us here"

He laughs and then opens the door saying "Fine, fine but...I'm not done with you yet"

@bbiine, 2023

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pensat-i-fet · 1 year

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Dealing with the enemy (Pablo Gavi x Reader)

Part 2

**A little enemies to lovers request. Hope you guys enjoy it 😉 I loved writing it!**

Word count: 2955

Masterlist

Wattpad

The red carpet was your least favourite part about being an actress. You got so nervous that you just ended up saying a lot of stupid things while pretending you were not nervous at all. And that’s why everyone wanted to talk to you. They got great headlines.

“So, you got a lot of new fans when the first season premiered. Are you expecting another big boost to your Instagram following with season 2?”

“It’s not something I care about. I appreciate all my fans but I’m not counting the followers or something like that”.

“But some your fans are very famous too”, said another reporter. “We’ve seen a lot of football players have their eye on you”.

You just laughed and rolled your eyes playfully. “Yeah, I guess”.

“Anyone sliding into your DMs? Come on, we won’t believe you if you say no”.

“I guess there is one or two that have sent a hello or something”, you giggled. “But some don’t seem to get I’m a Madrid fan. I don’t care about my rivals”.

That message was directed to one player in particular. Gavi. You noticed he started to follow you a couple of months ago and he was liking all your photos. But recently, he sent you a DM too. Even though you didn’t follow him back or liked any of his posts. You just left him on read.

“And what about Madrid players? Can they DM you?”

“Can you name names?”

“I don’t want to embarrass anyone, guys”.

You looked at one of the cameras and winked. “At least I won’t leave them on read”.

Your publicist took you away from the cameras. You were getting too playful and she knew you were going to mess up soon.

And also, you had lied. Of course, you liked seeing Madrid players following you but you didn’t fancy any of them. Those who were single and close to your age just didn’t do it for you. Sadly. Why did the cute player have to play for your rivals?

Pablogavi: you leave me on read but mention me in interviews? Is that how you flirt?

You stared at the new DM. The nerve this kid had.

Yourusername: are you stalking me now? And who says I’m talking about you?

Pablogavi: rival player left on read.

Yourusername: maybe it’s someone else from your team. Or someone from Atlético.

Now it was his turn to leave you on read and that didn’t sit right with you.

Yourusername: I see you’re a sore loser off the pitch too.

Pablogavi: want me to give you tickets for the next Clásico so you can see who the real losers are?

Yourusername: no thank you. I don’t want to be seen at your stadium. I’ve got a reputation.

Pablogavi: I’ll dedicate my goal to you anyway.

That really was the moment to stop chatting with him. He was getting too cocky getting your attention. Also, him scoring at El Clásico? Sure it’ll happen.

But it did. It did happen. Gavi scored and your frustration was double that of normal. Not only was it the final goal that confirmed Barça were beating Madrid again, but he actually dedicated it to you.

When you saw him running to the camera, you rolled your eyes. But then he pointed at it and said “te lo dije” (I told you so) with a little wink and you almost threw the remote to the tv.

After the match, you checked the new movies on Netflix and picked one just so you could forget about the match. But then one of your friends sent you a link to a video.

PaulaGmz: I think this is about you 😂😂

You opened the link, curious about what it could be and found a post-match interview that Gavi had done. Your friend was the only one who knew about your conversations with him, so you took a deep breath before hitting the play button. Hoping for the worst.

“Yes, the dedication was for a friend who didn’t want to come to the match. She was worried about her team losing and, well, I guess she had a reason for it. So I told her I would dedicate my goal against her team to her. And I always keep my promises”.

His final wink to the camera both annoyed you and made you feel something you didn’t want to feel. No no no, you weren’t going to allow yourself to have a little crush on this arrogant prick. No…or maybe just a small one? Ugh!

For the next few months, you were busy doing more filming for season 3 of your show. Season 2 had been another absolute success and the show was confirmed for another two seasons immediately.

Fans were obsessed with creating their own theories about it since it had a whodunit element. And those fans included mister Gavira, who would randomly DM you his theories.

Pablogavi: it’s not your character who did it. It’s too obvious.

Pablogavi: or wait. Are they making it too obvious so we think it’s too obvious and look somewhere else?

You couldn’t help but smile reading his silly comments. And yes, they were making it too obvious on purpose. It was your character who had been organizing everything. But she wasn’t alone.

Yourusername: if I told you, I’d have to kill you to protect the secret.

Pablogavi: nah, you like my pretty face too much. You wouldn’t hurt me.

Not this again.

Pablogavi: Pedri keeps asking about you liking that comment, you know? He thinks we would make a great couple.

Yourusername: is he blind?

One night, you were coming back from an event where you had a couple of glasses of champagne. You didn’t normally drink, so a couple of sips were too much for you. And when you couldn’t sleep, you went on Instagram and somehow (you knew how) ended up on Gavi’s page. He had posted a photo from a Nike campaign that day and his friends were laughing at him because of the poses. Pedri wrote several posts bantering and, because of the stupid champagne, you liked the one that said “such a pretty boy. Such a pretty face”.

By the time you realised it had happened, Gavi had already seen it and he wouldn’t stop talking about it whenever you two messaged each other.

Pablogavi: are you coming to the next Clásico, then? It’s at your stadium. No excuses.

Yourusername: I’ll be there, ready to see you lose.

Pablogavi: wanna bet?

You knew you should say no. Nothing good could come out of this but Gavi made you stop thinking clearly.

Yourusername: sure.

Pablogavi: if Madrid wins, I’ll leave you alone.

What? Why was there a part of you hoping your team won’t win? He was really making you go mad.

Yourusername: and if we lose?

Pablogavi: you’ll go on a date with me.

He could see you had read the message but…should you accept?

Yourusername: no. That’s not fair. The team might win without you playing or doing well but you get the reward. Not fair.

Pablogavi: what do I get if we win, then?

Yourusername: if you win…nothing. If you score…find me after the match and I’ll give you the kiss you’ve been dreaming about for months.

Pablogavi: deal!

Gavi was absolutely buzzing while warming up at the Bernabeu. As if he needed more motivation for a Clásico, your little bet made him even more eager to win. And of course, to score.

The team started the match really well and got an early goal. But he had to stay further away from the goal than usual because of the orders Xavi had given him. So when the second goal was scored, he talked to his coach during half-time and got his approval to play in an attacking position during the second half.

But the goal still didn’t arrive. You were in the stands, annoyed at the 0-2 score but also secretly hoping your little DM frenemy could score the third. If you had to see your team lose to their biggest rivals, again, at least you should get a little kiss from it. It was only fair.

The fourth referee signalled there were going to be 5 minutes of added time. And you saw people leaving the stadium already. And because of that, they missed the third goal. The goal that Gavi scored.

He couldn’t believe it had finally happened. The closer the match got to the end, the more certain he was that his chance had gone. Madrid had gotten the ball and dominated possession, so Barça didn’t even have many chances to score in the final 20 minutes of the game. But on the second one they had, he put the ball on the back of the net.

His celebration was a bit over the top and people just thought it was because of the rivalry between the two teams. But no, he was just thinking about the bet he had won.

He looked at the stands, trying to find you. But couldn’t see you anywhere. That was ok. He was going to see you soon.

You told Gavi to meet you in the area that was near where the families waited for the players. And when he took so long to get there, you started to worry that he would stand you up. He wouldn’t dare…right?

You were about to leave when you noticed someone behind you, but before you had time to turn around, that same someone put his hands over your eyes.

“Who am I?”

“A player from a small team that got lucky today?”, you said, trying not to show the nerves you were feeling.

“Oh, I got very lucky today. You’re right about that”.

When Gavi removed his hands from your face, you turned to face him. It was the first time you two saw each other in person and you wanted to curse him for being even more attractive up close.

“I think you owe me a kiss?”

“Maybe I changed my mind and I’ll slap you instead”.

He laughed at your comment, moving even closer. “That little blush on your face tells me you would prefer the kiss. But if you want to slap me as foreplay, I might let you do it. You’re very sexy when you get all feisty”.

His words only made you blush more. And you were sure he could hear your heart beating extra fast. But he also thought you could hear how fast his heart was beating.

You finally took matters into your own hands and grabbed the sides of his face before you leaned in to kiss him. It was a rough kiss. The sexual tension you had been building up for months with your texting poured on to the kiss. You didn’t even know how long you were kissing for before you were caught by one of his teammates.

“Oh! Crap! Sorry!...wait! Aren’t you that actress Gavi is obsessed with?”

“Obsessed, huh?”, you said, raising your eyebrows.

“I think you just showed me the feeling is mutual, baby”, he whispered in your ear while his teammate left.

“I’m an actress”, you shrugged.

“Yeah, and you’re good. But you’re not that good”.

With a final peck, he left to follow his teammate. Not without turning to tell you that you’d see each other soon.

And you couldn’t believe how much you hoped that was true.

The kiss had changed things but also really hadn't. You were still stuck in Madrid while Gavi was in Barcelona, so you couldn't see each other. But the banter on your texts had changed a bit. It got a little…spicier. And you moved from Instagram to WhatsApp.

Gavi found it hilarious that you would give him your phone number but still refused to follow him on Instagram.

The success of your show meant a lot of cool opportunities for you. And one of them was being the face of a perfume. You had done the campaign with a fellow actor and it was time for you to do the promotion.

On press day, you spent the entire day going from one interview to another. It got to the point where you literally lost track of how many times you had changed outfits.

For one of the bigger interviews, you were given a pretty revealing dress. The campaign was very sexy, so the wardrobe for the press tour had to match that vibe.

When you were left alone backstage, you took a photo and sent it to Gavi.

Pablo: Jesus! Send that with a warning. I'm having dinner with my family and they think I'm having a heart attack.

You: so you like it?

Pablo: I'd like it better if you were here with me and I could take it off you.

You: keep dreaming.

Pablo: I'll dream about you in this dress, yes.

You were biting your lip reading his messages. Even if you were confident, your self-esteem wasn't always at its highest. But reading his reaction, and imagining his face when he saw the photo, gave you the confidence to go to the red carpet and show everyone how sexy you were.

But still, the red carpet remained your least favourite place.

"You two look stunning!", said the reporter. "And oh my Lord that advert. It was the hottest thing I've seen in a while. How was making the ad?"

Roberto, the actor you are in the campaign with answered for you. "Well, when you have such a gorgeous woman next to you, it's even easier. No acting needed".

He looked you up and down and even though you felt a bit uncomfortable, you just played along. "Yeah. It was a very easy job".

When you finally finished all the interviews on the red carpet, you grabbed your phone to post some of the photos of the event on Instagram.

You were also expecting more texts from Gavi. You two were constantly sending things to each other but there were none. Maybe he had gone to bed early.

Gavi had been following your day of events on social media. He couldn't get enough of how stunning you looked. And now he had actually seen you in person, now he had been able to kiss you…yes, he couldn't get enough of you.

It killed him that you two lived far away and he didn't get to see you often. He wanted to take you out on dates, to spend hours bantering with you in person, not through text. But he knew he would have to wait until the end of the season for that.

When he saw the way the guy who did the campaign with you acted around you, he wasn't pleased. He kept on touching your arm and your back. And then when he was asked about the ad and answered that…

The jealousy Gavi was feeling was too much. He knew it. You weren't even together. You had kissed once and that was that. But he couldn't stand seeing more of those videos. So he put his phone away and went to bed.

You had noticed Gavi had stopped texting as much and wanted to ask him why. But you didn't want to sound desperate to him. His ego was big enough.

You: not sure I want you to win or lose tomorrow. Trying to work out if I hate your team more or less than Atleti.

Pablo: want to do another bet?

Seeing this playful side of him back made you happy.

You: I guess 🥱

Pablo: if I score, I take you on a date.

You: and if you don't?

Pablo: you take me on a date.

You: that doesn't sound right.

Pablo: you know what else isn't right?

You: 🤷

Pablo: that I still can't call you mine.

You read and reread his last message, feeling your chest tightening.

You: then do something about it.

The match ended on a draw, and Gavi scored once again.

He had asked permission to stay in Madrid after the match, since they had a couple of days off. It really was the best opportunity.

Even though he was supposed to take you on a date, you were the one who invited him to your place after the match. You didn't want to deal with the press seeing you together and making a big deal out of it.

When he got there, he kissed your cheek and you led him to the table where your dinner was.

"Did you cook that for me?"

"I ordered it. But it's the thought that counts, right?"

He laughed and you both started to eat. Gone was the banter. Replaced by the tension you both felt.

"I was jealous the other day", he said, surprising you.

"Why?"

"That actor you were doing a press day with. He just couldn't stop touching you and insinuating there was something between you two".

"Yeah", you said nonchalantly. "He was pretty annoying".

Gavi stared at you. His look was so intense, you could read all the feelings he was trying to communicate to you.

"Be my girlfriend".

"Why should I?"

"Because you felt the same connection I felt when we kissed. Because you haven't been able to stop thinking about that moment, like I haven't. And because I don't just want to call you mine. I want you to go on those red carpets, alone or with other people, and tell everyone I'm yours".

"But you play for Barça…", you teased.

"You can wear my shirt when I play for Spain".

"Deal!"

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monodreamin · 10 months

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Pairing: boyfriend!Namjoon x fem!reader

Rated: M (18+)

Genre: smut,fluff, one shot

Synopsis: you and your boyfriend think a California king size bed is way too big for the both of you.

Warnings: mostly soft but lots of pet names, nipple sucking, dirty talk, unprotected sex, profanity, vaginal sex, oral sex (female receiving) cum eating, one pussy smack, clit rubbing and cream pie.

Words: 2,286

It was morning and you were laying in bed with your boyfriend but you felt you were miles and miles away from him. Namjoon had a huge California king size bed and you always found yourself furthest away from him come morning time. Of course It wasn’t done on purpose but the bed was bigger than it needed to be. It didn't matter how close you slept with him at night you would wake up on the complete opposite side.

“Baby?” Namjoon opened his eyes, patting the spot closest to him on the bed, signaling that he wanted you near him. You were too far away from him for his liking. Every morning was the same routine. Namjoon would ask you to be closer to him or sometimes pull you by him without saying a word.

Your man was so clingy in the mornings, it didn’t matter if you made love the night before or even early morning it wasn’t enough for him, he loved to be on you and you on him it was his favorite.

“I’m so sorry this bed is huge. I always wake up on the other side. Seriously sometimes I forget I’m not sleeping alone.” You got up from the bed.

“Come here” he pouted you weren’t moving fast enough for him. “I don’t like it when you are so far from me.” Namjoon’s dragon eyes bore into you.

You felt weak in the knees as you moved close to his side, he pulled you on to his side and wrapped his arms around you as soon as you got close enough to him and he snuggled up against you, he loved being like this with you to feel your soft, warm skin and to smell your familiar natural scent. It drove him wild.

“We need a new bed. I can't do this anymore.” He said rubbing his hands over your waist. “A smaller one where we can always be close like this. I miss it, I don't know why I thought getting a big bed like this was such a good idea. ” Namjoon left small kisses on your neck.

“Yea, you were the one who decided on this bed.” you teased turning to face him kissing his plump lips.

“Hey, it was a nice bed and it was before I met you it was expensive too. Had I known I wasn't going to be single for long and be so in love with you. ” He kissed your lips back, his hand tracing up your arm. “I love you so much y/n I wouldn’t change anything… well I would change this bed.” He rubbed your arms.

“I love you so much Joonie, too much. So a new bed then? ” before he could answer you glanced at the clock and jumped out of bed. Oh shit you were going to be late for work.

You came back home from work, immediately removing your heels once you reached the apartment door. Standing up and walking around for hours upon hours giving visitors tours around the museum really did take a toll on your feet.

“Namjoon ?” You called out for your boyfriend. Your feet were killing you and you were hoping he would be up for giving you one of his famous foot rubs.

“Close your eyes.” Namjoon said as he made his way towards you, standing behind you he covered your eyes with both his hands “no peeking, keep them close for me.” You guessed he had something else in store for you.

“What did you do now Joon? I hope you did not burn another pot.” The last time he told you to close your eyes it wasn’t for a good reason. You instantly thought he had messed something up again.

Namjoon tried to make a romantic dinner for the two of you, but he forgot the pot of boiling noodles, which were completely dried up now and the pot burnt. The fire alarm went off and it was a miracle the sprinklers didn’t go off as well. Namjoon slowly and carefully walked you somewhere, you didn’t have a clue where to because your eyes were covered and he definitely and he might have spun you around seemingly trying to throw you off.

“Ok I’m going to remove my hands now.” He did so slowly and you were in your shared bedroom and noticed the much more smaller bed that the both of you were talking about getting earlier

your eyes widened at the gesture. Your sweet caring boyfriend who like you didn’t want to be too far apart from you.

“ Oh my God you got us a new bed. I love it. We never needed that humongous bed.” You rushed to the bed jumping on it “oh and look I still have enough room to do this.” You kept jumping up and down on the bed like a little kid you then dropped down on your knees. Namjoon stared at you with a huge grin on his face.

“You are such a kid you know that? ” Namjoon laughed at your actions while watching you intently. You could see his smile reaching his eyes now. It was cute when he smiled so brightly, you could tell when he was genuinely happy because his eyes would smile too.

“I need to shower and then we can break this bed in” you got up and went to the bathroom. You couldn’t wait to soak in the bath and relax after a hard day’s work.

You crawled on your side of your bed with nothing but a towel wrapped around your body, you moved closer to your boyfriend who was too focused on his book. “What are you reading?” You asked your smart beautiful boyfriend, poking his cheek to make sure you got his attention. You knew just talking to him you wouldn’t get through yo him not when he’s into his book.

“Demian” Namjoon quickly answered you before taking a few more minutes to continue reading his book. You knew he had to finish the page before he even thought of closing his book. Who leaves a book in the middle of a page anyway?

You blow a raspberry into the air trying to catch his attention. He was taking a bit too long for your liking. You thought he was just finishing his last page but he was too immersed in the book he read a few more.

“Alright what is it ? Is my baby needy?” Namjoon closed the book.

“Yes she is and I’m almost naked.” You get up from the bed and remove the towel that was covering your body.

“I see that, now come lay down right here my pretty girl.” Of course you oblige Namjoon's eyes glued to your naked frame.

“I missed you, all I could do was think of you at work.”you lay on the bed next to him.

“Is that so?” His hands made their way up and down your body, caressing your soft mounds. He loved your breasts and he could never get enough of them. They were full and so soft and like his own personal stress balls.

“Mhm, that feels so good.” You replied weakly his mouth latched onto your nipple as his other hand toyed with your other nipple. You closed your eyes enjoying the sensation, your legs began to widening at his ministrations.

“I want to feel how wet you are for me.” he positioned himself between your legs. Namjoon grabbed his cock rubbing it up and down your slit, barely sticking the tip in you, torturing you.

“I want you to fill me with your cock.” You bit your lip watching as his bare dick slid up and down your clit. Your juices coating his dick each time he applied a bit more pressure.

“Do you think you’re wet enough for me?” His two fingers pressed against your clit as he moved them in a circular motion. You felt like he was slowly driving you insane the more he kept at it. Namjoon kept his eyes on you with a strand of his hair sticking to his forehead thanks to the sweat.

“Yes…. I’m wet enough please Joonie…please”

“Please what? Tell me what you want, princess. I need you to use your words.” He lightly smacked your clit and you yelped at the sensation. “I want to taste you. I love that sweet pussy of yours.” You let out a deep breath.

“I want you so bad…. Please…I can't….” Your brain short circuited and wouldn’t allow you to speak.

“Shhh I got you little pretty one.” Shortly after Namjoon's fingers were replaced by his tongue he carefully licked at your folds taking his time with it and you placed your hands over his head gently rubbing his hair. You started wiggling as soon as his mouth closed over your clit and he started sucking on it.

Namjoon showed no mercy as he noisily alternated between sucking and licking your pussy. Your legs flailing at the pleasure his mouth was delivering to you. Namjoon held your legs tightly and continued on, he knew you were very close now.

Your moans filling the room were louder than the tv playing in the background. You grabbed your boyfriend’s hands as you came in his mouth and he was now drinking you. You watched him remove his head from between your legs, his lips covered in your essence.

“You’re so hot when you cum in my mouth and you taste so good too. I can stay eating your pussy for hours.”

Namjoon was back between but this time it was his dick that would be inside you, he didn’t stop until he was fully deep inside your velvety walls.

You gasped holding onto his back “oh fuck Joonie, I want you to fuck me good.” you grabbed his back watching him go in and out of you.

“I’m going to fuck you real good baby it’s what you deserve. My dick is right where it is made to be, inside of you.” His finger toyed with your clit as he stroked deeper inside of you. He touched your every being when he was in you like this he made you feel so alive, like tiny electric coursing through your veins.

“I love you.” you cried out feeling your body getting closer and closer to your release of pleasure, his body consuming you. Namjoon knew all the things to do to make you feel good. It was as if he knew your body better than he knew his own.

Namjoon pinched a nipple as he slammed himself harder into you “mmm Fuck that’s it Namjoon, right there please don’t stop.” Just like that he was hitting the special spot he knew would drive you crazy. He could have you saying and doing anything as long as he kept hitting that spot.

“You want me to cum inside this tight little nice pussy of yours?” He whispered in your ear your walls clenched around him, you were on edge ready to orgasm any minute now. “Yes Namjoon… want you to… please give me… cum inside… I”

“Look at my fucked out little baby… can’t even think straight when I’m at the hilt filling her with my cock. Tell me baby, I want to know how you feel right now.” Namjoon knew you had a filthy mouth on you too and he wanted to hear just how good he was making you feel.

“It feels good…so so so good I never want you to stop… wish we could fuck all day… I need you to always fuck and fill my pussy up with your cum until I can’t take it anymore and it’s overflowing out of my pussy.”

Namjoon pressed his body close to yours as he entered in and out of your body . He loved your bodies being so close as you both came he wanted to feel and see every reaction your body made because of him. Soon after your body felt like it was lit by a fire that no one could put out your orgasm ripping through your body, making you feel warm and fuzzy everywhere at once.

Namjoon filled you up with his cum some drops spilling on your thigh as he pulled out of you. You felt his hand cup your pussy “my princess is the prettiest when I fill her up with my seed.” He leans over to you pecking your lips.

“That was beyond amazing, I don’t think I can move. "You said, placing your hands over your chest, you took in deep breaths. You could feel Namjoon’s saliva from before still on your chest. “Take your time baby. I’ll bring you some water.” Namjoon got up from the bed, still naked to go get you a glass of water. You looked at the bed your boyfriend l bought so that the two of you could sleep closer together.

“Here you go baby, I hope you can at least sit up.” Namjoon placed a coaster on the night stand by your bed, placing the glass of water as close as possible to you. You smiled at his endearing gesture. Your man always took care of you after sex.

“I’m glad you got this bed, now we can sleep closer together. That bed was too big for us and I always felt so far away from you.” You soon gained the strength to grab the glass of water, finally taking a drink from the glass.

“No more California king bed for us ever again” he gave you a soft smile “well that was your idea mr. California king but I agree .” You rested your head on Namjoon’s shoulder.

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hoshinoyozora · 1 year

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🖤 Pairing: Yandere! Rook Hunt x Female! Reader

💛 Word Count: 2,4k+

❤ Warnings: Major character death

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When you had a bad experience with someone, it was hard not to apply it to other people.

You knew you were only hurting yourself with that kind of mindset, but you couldn’t forget the image of Ace Trappola, your ex husband, when Rook Hunt proposed to you. He was famous, or infamous to some people, for his deep appreciation for everything and everyone he met. He complimented his suitors extravagantly yet nonchalantly, leaving them in a state of confusion and flattered. Gossips about his actions traveled to almost every social event until the nobles were split to two groups; the skeptics and the bulldozers.

Although you were neither of those groups, you still doubted his loyalty. If he could praise those yearning ladies so easily, then how long would it take until he fall for one of them too? There was also a problem about why he chose you, a mere widow, out of all the single virgins in the kingdom. But it wasn’t as if you could reject his proposal, either. Although he wasn’t the heir, he was still the prince and there was a pressure from both the king and your parents to accept. The former because Rook had been single for far too long, and the latter being the bulldozer group. Divorce might not be uncommon, but it still stained your reputation somewhat and your parents would do anything to improve it.

Even if it meant forcing you to marry this elusive prince.

“You don’t trust me, do you?”

You peered through your lashes, swaying and twirling back and forth in a dance that seemed to be endless under the judging eyes of the audience. You wondered why he asked you, when his smile clearly conveyed his knowledge. Then, you looked down thoughtfully.

“Everything still feels so surreal to me, Your Highness, so please give me a bit more time to adjust.”

A distraction, not quite a lie, to hide the truth. Once again, Rook humored you.

“Oui. Do take all the time you need, Mademoiselle. We have an eternity together, after all.”

You stiffened, tightening your grip on his gloved hand instinctively. Well, just because he said that, didn’t mean he’d be loyal, right? Marriages with the royals just so happened to be more binding than with the nobles.

“Of course, it doesn’t mean I will stop striving for your trust.” he simpered. “I do hope you remember my proposal, Mademoiselle.”

Yes, you remembered it alright. A fancy carriage stopped in front of your gate on one morning; the barrier between the rich and the poor, the curiosity of public and the privacy of family. Out came Rook Hunt, in his white and gold attire. His canary yellow hair shone brighter under the sunlight despite the white feather hat he seemed to love wearing. A pair of hunter green eyes pinpointed your flabbergasted face from the window, and a cheerful smile, as though oblivious to his mistake, curled his lips.

It was obvious that your whole family was thrown into chaos. Your mother wrapped a shawl around her shoulders and forced you to dress up as quickly and neatly as you could. Vaguely, you heard your father tittering as he welcomed Rook downstairs, and the latter’s flamboyant voice that drowned out all the greetings and polite questions. Glancing at the opened windows of your room, you were tempted to jump out just to avoid talking with him. It didn’t matter if you were already drilled with manners and pleasantries since childhood, you still disliked sudden visits.

Especially not from the royalty, who should’ve sent a letter beforehand.

Unless this was an investigation?

You shook your head. No, as far as you were concerned, your father had never done anything unsavory. At least, you hoped so. If he did, the knights would’ve come here by themselves. There was no reason why Rook would single you out when he’d never done that to other families.

Needless to say, your current dress wasn’t the best one, especially to receive such an important guest. But your mother was, fortunately, far more distracted by Rook’s arrival than your appearance. She urged you to sit on a chair, not quite facing him, yet still be the center of his attention anyway. You were reminded of all the Royal parties you’d attended, and, hell, even your own wedding. He was there; in the ballroom, in the garden, and in the church. Sometimes dancing, sometimes talking, sometimes drinking, but always staring. It was the main reason why you hated attending those parties, and which feeling bled to the casual events because you had a lingering suspicion that he’d be there somehow.

If he even came to your wedding when the royals were absent, despite the invitation being a courtesy at best, then what stopped him from coming to the events that were unrelated to him? He was the prince, after all, and a shameless one at that.

Still, Rook appeared unbothered by his own creepiness as he lowered himself to one knee and opened a velvet case. The diamond ring glinted like a grim reaper, and the proposal echoed like hell.

“Would you join me in the altar and create a happy life together, Mademoiselle? I vow – with my entire heart, body, and soul – that I will be loyal to you. Forever and ever.”

He smiled up at you with those sharp eyes that seemed to know more than they let on. Than you weren’t willing to admit. You knew it’d be hard to hide secrets, especially one as big as a divorce, from other people, but you thought you could at least pretend that Rook didn’t know about it. Really, there shouldn’t be any reason why he had to concern himself with you. Not even his parents cared much about the divorce of some noblewoman.

And yet, here he was, kneeling in front of you while your mother fainted behind you.

So, of course, you accepted it. You had to. If your father’s eager whisper and Rook’s knowing smile didn’t pressure you enough, the letter from the king sure did.

Then, Rook apologized for the ‘lackluster’ proposal, as though your mother’s reaction didn’t mean anything, and promised to hold a grand party to ‘repay’ it. Grand was certainly an understatement to describe the state of the ballroom right now, which gave more authenticity to your overall feeling of it being ‘surreal’.

“Let’s see. Perhaps I should start with him?”

He spun you until your eyes landed on your ex husband, Ace Trappola. He was watching through the crowd, one hand wrapped around his new fiancée’s waist while the other nursed a glass of wine. Since your first meeting with him, you already knew he was still childish. Marriage was too big of a responsibility to him, so you weren’t really surprised by his infidelity. Still, it didn’t mean your feelings weren’t hurt. A warm and loving marriage might be rare in your society, but you still expected some degree of loyalty from him.

“What are you going to do to him?” you whispered.

“Whatever you want me to do, I shall carry it out to the best of my ability.”

“Don’t be silly.” you scoffed. “We’ve separated amicably.”

“Oh, mon amour. What a huge heart you have, forgiving a delinquent who toyed with your feelings like a fiddle. Truly, your kindness knows no bounds.”

You merely huffed, unsure of how to respond. To his flattery, determination, or the implication that he was willing to do anything you ordered? You didn’t know anymore. He was just as romantic as he was enigmatic, and you feared the day would come when you had to betray him once you found out about his secrets. The day where you became no better than your own ex.

And his attempts at gaining your trust didn’t just stop at that dubious statement. Every day, Rook never failed to give you presents and praises. From your beauty, personality, down to the tiniest quirk you didn’t know you had. Now, you understood what those noblewomen felt whenever he complimented them; flattered yet confused.

Except, this time, he didn’t do it nonchalantly.

No, instead, he attacked you with all of his best weapons, but you were still too hurt and suspicious to lower your defense.

Although, right now, you wondered if you were better off resigning yourself to his attacks much sooner.

“What…?” you whispered, fearing that a loud voice might just burst the illusion created by your shocked brain. That maybe, just maybe, you were seeing things. “What is the meaning of this?”

Slowly, you withdrew to the iron door that separated you from the blissful world and gripped the cool handle. Ace and his fiancée hung on rusty chains, wounded and bruised beyond comprehension. Beside them, Rook stood with a proud smile as if presenting his masterpiece.

“My judgment to those who betrayed you, of course.”

“I didn’t ask for any of this!”

“You only said that I shouldn’t do anything ‘silly’. This, in my opinion, is far from silly.”

You didn’t expect that he’d use your words against you, but then again, did you really know him at all? Aside from his flamboyance, he kept everything else under wrap. In fact, you realized that you’d never seen his sadness. His anger was already a rarity in itself.

“So, what?” you inquired, voice shaking from the dread of his next actions. “Are you going to kill them now?”

Rook hummed in mock questioning and cocked his head.

“Do you want me to?”

Would you? Ace was a cheating bastard, loving that woman just because they had similar positions as a duke’s child and you a marquis’s. But other than that, and his occasional mischief, he’d never really done anything harmful to you. To torture them, or even kill them, would seem too cruel.

“No, please don’t. If people found out about this, they…”

Maybe you didn’t really care about their lives. Maybe you cared more about your reputation, just like any other noble. But it was still better than sentencing them to their graves, right?

“They?” Rook drawled, urging you to continue.

You gulped.

“They’d think I’m the one who killed them.”

“What if they found out that I’m the killer instead?”

What would happen? Surely, he wasn’t careless enough as to stain his own image for you, right? And yet, looking at his cavalier face now, you had a feeling that he wouldn’t mind it. Maybe he’d even find a way to turn everything into an advantage for you both. He was resourceful like that.

“I… I don’t know. A mere infidelity sounds a bit too… insignificant for such a big revelation.”

His smile changed, and with it, you felt like you were making a fool of yourself now.

“Mon ange.”

You grimaced at the nickname, deeming yourself undeserving of the meaning.

“Infidelity is never ‘insignificant’ enough for me to turn a blind eye to, especially if it involves you.” he mused. “But to the public, I have enough evidence of their conspiracy to replace my sibling as the leader with their own candidate, who is his own brother, to punish them properly.”

You gasped, torn between believing him and being skeptical. But, so far, Rook had never lied to you. Otherwise, he would’ve done that when he spotted you lingering in the entrance of the dungeon due to a man’s scream, which apparently belonged to Ace.

And the reason why he twisted your words was to avoid him lying, too.

“So, all this time, it wasn’t just because he loves her more than me? They’re actually… accomplices?”

“Indeed. Their romance is but a front for a dark secret underneath. It’d be most unfortunate if they were a couple from the start, but alas, fate just had to move this way.”

If that was the case, then what about him? Was his ‘romantic’ attempt a front too? Would he have proposed to you if you didn’t marry Ace at all? Would you have accepted him faster?

“… Why are you doing this?”

“I told you,” he simpered. “I won’t stop striving for your trust. Unlike him, I’m not the type to break my own promise, let alone the holy vow of marriage.”

You knew. You knew that all too well. From that grand engagement party, daily presents and praises, he wasn’t the type to give up on things he was interested in. Or someone. You never rejected him, either. You couldn’t, and that just gave him all the opportunities to win you over.

Which was why you weren’t surprised by their execution a week later. The gallows faced your way, and Ace was staring at you with a painful mixture of betrayal, hurt, and exhaustion from the seat on the right; the traditional ‘seat of honor’ in an execution. He opened his mouth, and you wished you couldn’t see or understand his words.

“Be careful with Rook.”

Even after all this time, he still cared about you enough to warn you.

You looked away, trying not to see the way his ankles and wrists were bound by manacles, and the white cloth that tied his arms to the sides and his ankles and thighs together. You tried to comfort yourself with the fact you didn’t know about his schemes until recently, and that everything was still his fault, even as you saw the guard finally put a white bag over his head through your peripheral vision. Then, Ace moved a few feet to the noose until he was fully positioned on the drop. The rest of his family stood beside him, but unlike him, they didn’t look at you or the Royal Family. They were too ashamed.

Suddenly, Rook leaned towards you and smiled pacifyingly.

“As expected, you retain your huge heart until you refuse to witness this fateful day. Worry not, I will not subject you to his misfortune any further.”

Because he was already your misfortune now.

You closed your eyes, trying not to imagine the way Ace’s stomach heaved and legs quivered when a few knights knocked out the supports holding the drops in place.

“Be careful with Rook.”

If only he said it much earlier.

If only he didn’t cheat on you.

Rook held your hand and looked at you knowingly.

“Do you trust me now, mon ange?” he asked, smile widening and eyes darkening. “Or should I strive even more?”

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PLOT TWIST (5)

▸ chapter 5: the rise of the new boss

pt. 1 || pt. 2 || pt. 3 || pt. 4 || pt. 5

✵ cast : jung wooyoung x fem!reader, kim hongjoong, lee juyeon, kim younghoon, ateez, mentioned oc and many kpop artists name or group

✵ genre : romance, marriage life, eventual angst, smut, mafia!au, non idol!au

✵ summary : there was a saying that learning is a lifelong process. what will you learn about the underworld, the first time you stepped into it? you might have what they call a beginner’s luck, but will that be enough for the things you’ll be facing soon?

✵ notes : stopped counting on how many words but i try to make it lengthy as possible. thanks for waiting, to those whoever awaits i guess. i was thinking of making a taglist for this fic. taglist will be used for updates; ANY updates regarding PT. just drop ur @ in my askbox. also, PLS REBLOG.

WARNINGS BELOW CUT

☒ warnings: none for now but do remind me if there’s one. a lil bit of discrimination from wooyoung but not in a bad way (kinda, but not that bad)

☒ i do not condone mafia acts nor any acts that goes against the law at all. everything mentioned are just purely fiction, made to entertain myself and fellow readers in this particular platforms.

☒ do not repost this on any other platform without my permission!

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you believe in destiny, fate, universe, whatever they’re called. you put your whole faith in it. you trusted them and their work, putting one and one together to make to or even ten. after all, it's also the one reason you and wooyoung beat all odds and be together.

but not to this extent. you refused to believe it.

to believe the pair of arms that caught you just days before became the arms that lead you in a dance session. to believe the same pair of brown eyes to look at you once more. to believe that the stranger who helped you when you almost faint, in work, embarrassingly, is to be the one you work with. your new goal.

cue the famous line from that one song, what kind of fuckery is this?

“you seemed so quiet for someone who’s looking for an ally.”

uhm, because i’m fucking flabbergasted? too stunned to speak?

“i hope you don’t plan on running away, again.” he added, “i just wanna get to know you.”

you laughed nervously, “of course not, sir- uh, mr. kim,” you stuttered, “i don’t know how to properly address you.”

he twirled you before catching you in his arms again. “mr. kim would suffice for now. though i hope we’ll get close enough in the future to be on first name basis.” younghoon said. “and how should i address you? miss y/n? mrs. jung?”

“anything’s fine mr. kim.”

the dance continued.

it was a moment where you could finally savor, or, to put it less romantically and more professionally, it was a moment where you could finally take a good look on the man.

kim younghoon's name has been there for some time, but little was known about his private life. typical of the seoul kims. his business life, however, is the talk of the town.

he never failed in pursuing his business endeavors, alongside his brother. not a single dirt on his name was found despite him still being young in the field. the kim brothers; kim younghoon himself and his younger brother kim seokhun were every parents dream on a child, especially one with a family business.

his soft brown eyes were ones you'll never forget. they were so soft, unlike the ones you saw all your life; dull, full of hatred, and all that bad stuff. and the way his eyes smiled along when he smiled... you thought, a man this soft and pure-looking shouldn't be working in this part of the world.

"juyeon sent you to work with me, but i know he wanted more than just that." younghoon muttered. his hard gaze was evident despite him not looking at you, opting to scan the room.

"he wanted something regarding my family."

"mr. lee sent me to work with you, yes. we're grateful that he even mentioned our name and recommending us to you. however, he did so because he believed my group's main business is in the same field as yours, and that it'll make more sense." you said, ever so carefully while studying his face. you took a bold move, putting your body closer to his while strengthening your hold on his shoulder.

"but, regardless of that, i would truly like to work with you, mr. kim. my group wishes to. i'd like to try it with you, and i hope you can make good use of ateez in the future, as well as lending a hand for us to step further, higher, and better in the business." you declared. "i'm not blind. i know what's happening between your family and the lees, and i don't have a say in it at all. but i would like for you to consider work between ateez and the kims, unrelated to any of the lees." you reassured.

and lastly, for the cherry on top, you stared straight on his eyes, pleading.

"give us the chance to prove ourself, mr. kim."

younghoon just stared at you, while his brain processed everything you just said. you were right, the kims main business in the medicine field were compatible with kang industries that yeosang ran with his sister. that alone could be a reason for the both of you to actually talk business with each other.

he was a businessman after all, any chance is worth something if you pursue it first.

the music stopped, meaning the dance session ended. clapping sounds were heard all over the hall. you took your hands off of younghoon's, bowing at the said man.

you thought it just ended like that, but it took you by surprise when younghoon took your hand in his, raising your knuckles to his lips before landing a gentlemanly kiss ok the back of your hand. his eyes never left you when he sent you a soft smile.

"i'll have my secretary invite ateez for a business talk. as soon as the gala ends" he stated, before continuing, "it was a nice dance, mrs. jung."

"party's done. everyone retreating in ten."

wooyoung chugged down his champagne while scanning around the room, giving nods to every member in his sight as a sign. he greeted the rest of his acquaintance, before leaving the scene.

just as he was about to exit the hall, a hand landed on his shoulder, stopping him in his track. a once scowl on his face turned into a friendly smile when he turned around and was greeted by seo changbin.

"my man, binnie!" he gave the buff man a hug, not to mention a tap on his back. "what's up?"

"not much. are you guys leaving already?" he asked while looking around, noting some ateez members already heading out of the hall. he clicked his tongue in an unapproved manner. "it's still early, though. how am i gonna catch up with my best friend?" he lightly pouted.

"the only thing you'll catch is these hands if you ever do that thing again." wooyoung jested, and changbin only laughed.

once the laugh died down, he took a step closer to wooyoung, lowering his voice as he watched around.

"got some words from chan. mind sparing me some time?"

wooyoung lifted his wrist to watch the time. he still got eight minutes left. he nodded at changbin before leading the man away from the crowd, opting for a quieter side of the hall just by its door.

"what's up? business doing okay?" he asked.

changbin only shrugged, "it's fine. work here and there, cusses, blood, what's new?" then he raised his hand to rest on wooyoung's shoulder. "congrats to ateez, by the way." he complimented.

he then stated, "it's the talk of the town right now, you know? the fact that ateez, a gang took down a royal family, by a new member no less. i'm talking about your wife, mrs. jung y/n." changbin chuckled lightly when he saw a change in wooyoung's expression, a cocky smirk along with a subtle red tint on his cheeks. a sense of pride rose within wooyoung.

"a good catch they say."

wooyoung almost giggled. "damn right. thanks for the words though,"

done with the chitchat, changbin cleared his throat as he turned to wooyoung.

"chan said he met your wife at some casual networking party just a couple months ago, hongjoong did the introduction. safe to say he was intrigued." wooyoung turned his head to changbin upon his choice of words.

lifting a brow, he chuckled. "same thing happened to me before i married her."

changbin clicked his tongue, "not in that way, of course." he objected, slightly cringing over the thoughts of his boss creating a drama worthy act like that. "you know chan, you've heard about it, right? that he rarely missed when it comes to judging someone, especially the businessmen or women."

"i've heard some of it. and what about it?"

"the other day he sort of said something about y/n and talents, that she could be a big thing soon. and surprise, surprise, not long after that the news came like a fucking thunder, a shock to everyone and especially chan. ateez was about to lose but she just casually lifted you up and took down the whole family."

checking at his watch, he quickly pointed out. "so, what does he want exactly?"

"chan's got an info. an inside job. new weapon supplies and exchanges, i'm talking new types and big money. the job's too big to take for us alone and he already thought of making a collaboration between our team since ateez got a good capo, and you got mingi and yunho on weaponries. your reputations preceded you," he exhaled, before continuing. "but ever since he met y/n and heard of the news, he wanted to go even further. chan wants y/n in the job. with your captain's permission, of course, but he wants her to directly sit on the table where he and hongjoong will be. chan wanted me to tell you that, and he hopes to hear good answers from hongjoong."

by the time changbin was done with his explanations, wooyoung was already stunned. he was taken aback at the fact that you rose so quick to be able to catch other's attention. he was slightly agape, eyes widened. to be able to stand beside hongjoong, to sit right next to him is to be next to the captain by rank. though unofficial, the conversation itself could be a proof that you're an equal to seonghwa and yeosang.

you had him floored, truly.

"could you please try to put some words to hongjoong? chan really wants this." changbin's plead broke wooyoung's train of thoughts.

he nodded lightly. "i'll see what i can do," he promised the man.

he lifted his wrist once more. seeing the time had passed, he took a step back. "i have to go now. i'll let you know of the outcome soon."

"wait!" changbin almost yelled, stopping wooyoung on his track.

"what?" he asked. changbin hurriedly walk to wooyoung as his hands dug around his suit pocket. upon finding the item, he quickly put the piece of paper in wooyoung's pocket.

"i almost forgot." changbin moved closer towards wooyoung and whispered, "come to the show. capos business. yeonjun found a new spot, some rough diamonds ready to be trained if you're recruiting new members."

he stepped back, tapping on wooyoung's pocket before retreating.

"thank me later."

“they’re leaving the premises, sir.” 

the minion retreated, leaving juyeon and his champagne on the balcony. his eyes watched as a couple of cars left his mansion, particularly the last car that carried you and your husband.

it was something that he used to love to do with his father; watching people come and go. the only difference were his father is no longer around, and that it has become his job.

upon watching the way you sway in the dress he gave, hand in hand with your husband as you got in the car, he gripped on his glass harder as he tried to breathe, not even realizing he was holding his breath the entire time. there was this uneasiness, a storm brewing in the pit of his stomach. he didn’t believe in anything unworldly or superstitious, but he believed in himself. of what he sees, what he feels, what he understands.

it didn’t take long for him to saw power in ateez.

one that could endanger his, though he didn’t know the source nor the reason for it. for that, he’ll have to dig deeper.

“something’s coming.” he murmured, enough to be heard by another party standing behind him. he whispered again, “i can feel it in my bones.”

park jipsa, the one who stood behind him sighed, “are you afraid?”

“never.”

“then you’ll know what to do.”

if there ever was something brighter than the sun, it must’ve been hongjoong’s grin, pulled all the way back showing his pearly smiles you thought his skin would soon tear apart.

the man was practically beaming.

and you silently took pride in being one of the reason so.

“business looking good.”

“damn right it is.”

it was just you, hongjoong, seonghwa, and yeosang in the room. breakfast was done and group meeting ended, yet the ambitious man kept you around to discuss everything further. there were papers scattered, calls made, and coffees on the table.

“i’ve checked around,” yeosang chipped in, while rearranging the documents discussed for the meeting, “if we’re actually working with the kims, emphasize on if, if everything works, we’ll have easier access to some of our stuff, both importing and exporting. the drug development is looking good right now, and we’ll have much exposure with their help. we’re gonna make more money soon.”

“that sounds good, yeosang. great, actually.” hongjoong beamed, smiling at yeosang. the man stood near his desk, phone still in his hand, just finishing a deal went well.

seonghwa chuckled, “you feel good?”

“fuck yeah, hwa. yeah i feel good.” he almost screamed. “of course i feel good, everything’s looking good like this. and if it actually works i might do a somersault myself.”

“you look like you’re gonna do that now.”

you laughed along with the guys.

after pacing back and forth, energetically, and with happy thoughts one would assume the mafia leader might be a child trapped in a man’s body, hongjoong finally sat down. he tapped his fingers on the table, before finally making up his mind, pointing at each party around him.

“okay, here’s what. we have so much in our hands right now, but i’d like for everything to work out and i put my trust in you guys,” hongjoong stared at each of you, “i’m all in for you.”

he pointed at seonghwa. “i’m sending seonghwa to japan to settle down. you’ll be our representation there hwa, until i finish things in here. the most important thing is to make a powerful link to that family.” he said, moving to yeosang as soon as seonghwa nodded his head.

“yeosang, as usual with kang industries, but i want you to bring y/n around as a representative too. she’s gonna be the link between us to the kims and drug business, so it’s good for the both of you.”

you and yeosang couldn’t help but to stole glances, surprised by the mission but acknowledging each other still.

hongjoong raised his phone, tapping it several times before speaking again, “wooyoung got words from chan last night, and chan just made a call this morning. he wants a collaboration between our group for a job. there are new weapons coming in, big job. chan’s got his hand on it but figured it’d be too big to handle alone, but dangerous if handled by too many. so we’re in, and i’m also taking y/n in this, per chan’s request.”

he turned to you. “you’re gonna have so much in your hands this time, you know this right?”

you nodded.

“but with stray kids, you’ll just be a spectator on the table. i’ll handle the big game with chan. i want you to focus more on the kims and kang industries. your main job right now is the kims. do you understand?”

“yes.”

“good.”

birds fly fast.

but the rumors flew faster in this house.

it didn’t take long for everyone in this house to find out about you. and your new… job. or perhaps rank. a housewife turned… consigliere? underboss? hongjoong hasn’t give you an official rank within the group yet. however it didn’t take a genius to see how high up your position were.

you’re working straight with yeosang, second in command in ateez next to seonghwa, ateez’s face and representative in the outside world. your job was as important as seonghwa’s, hongjoong’s righthand man, the underboss of ateez. each of every job you’ve done you’d report back straight to hongjoong, and hongjoong took you almost everywhere he goes.

on top of that, you’ve been giving counsels to hongjoong even before you had your debut in the underworld.

you’re as good as a consigliere, just not officially, yet.

there was contentment, of course, yet it also comes with burdens. one that you fear you wouldn’t be able to bear. but you will do your best, for your family. for wooyoung. to make him proud.

and he couldn’t be more proud of you.

wherever ateez goes, wherever he goes, he wouldn’t stop gushing about you every time someone brought your name up. lowkey, of course. just to make sure everyone knows you’re his wife. that you’re great, yes, but you’re definitely off limits.

exactly like tonight.

he eyed the piece of paper in his hand, before eyeing the traditional restaurant in front of him. it was a small, dimly-lit building. an old woman walked around, delivering orders though not much, as they didn’t have much customers for the night.

he fished out his phone out from his pocket, typing a name before pressing the call button.

“hello?” changbin’s voice rang through his speaker.

“i’m outside. are you sure this is the place?” wooyoung asked, throwing glances with yunho, jongho, and san behind him.

“it’s a small restaurant, right? did you see the old lady?”

“yeah? and?”

changbin chuckled, “just get in. take a seat, and when she asked for your order, just ask her if mr. kim’s soju is on the menu today. come fast, the match’s about to start.” and with that, changbin hanged up.

putting his phone back on his pocket, he whisked his head, signaling the boys to enter the place with him. they took a table, and before long, the old lady came to their table, asking for their orders. wooyoung looked around, making sure no one’s hearing them, before getting closer to the lady.

“is mr. kim’s soju on the menu today?”

the old lady just smiled and nodded. “it’s stored just right there. come along and pick for yourself, young man.”

that’s how they got into the hidden basement deep under the ground, by an elevator just behind the fridge in the kitchen.

when the elevator stopped, changbin was standing in the hallway. he greeted them with a smile, shaking wooyoung’s hand firmly.

“cool place, right?” he quipped, then shook hands with jongho, yunho, and san.

changbin led them further into the basement. even from the hallway, rough noises were already heard, and it got louder as they got closer.

illegal fights weren’t a secret anymore. but as they got deeper, more secluded, the more blood got spilled, the more animalistic the fighters get, the bigger the prize. this is where the mafias recruit new members, new associates.

the rings were surrounded by rough looking men, some older, some younger. the fighter on the ring looked all bloody and bruised, but still standing on their feet fighting for their life. hollers here and there, nothing new.

they all took a table not far from the ring. yeonjun and beomgyu were seen, along with jisung and jeongin. they greeted each other.

“the consigliere’s husband!” yeonjun quipped with a playful tap on wooyoung’s back. wooyoung chuckled. with pride, of course.

“so what’s the hype?” wooyoung asked, half yelling to catch yeonjun’s attention. the lad pointed his finger to each rings, getting himself close to wooyoung and the others.

“gems. lots of them,” he yelled, pointing at one of the ring, “see that guy over there?” he asked, pointing at a tall man, not buff, but muscular and calculative enough to look not so affected while his opponent looked like he’s about to faint.

yeonjun spoke again, “he’s an ex NIS agent. i think he got ousted, betrayed, whatever. and that’s just one of the few. there are other fighters, former gang members, ex police, ex NIS, ex professionals— whatever we’re looking for. so take a pick!” he said, before continuing.

“but be careful, they also might be onto something if they go this deep. either all in or all out.”

the pungent smell of blood was nothing new, combined with the smell of sweat of all people, burnt cigarettes, liquors of all kinds. in fact, none of them seemed to be distracted by any of the smell, the sound, or even the people who were drunk off their minds falling around them.

their eyes, especially wooyoung’s were focused on each ring or around the room, scanning all within the room trying to find new recruits or maybe new connections.

a bell was heard, a ring near them just announced a winner before quickly moving on. a pair of new fighters stepped onto the ring, one of them a rough looking men, presumably already fought a fight before this one, and his opponent…

…a woman?

her hair was tied up, cuts and bruises here and there but not enough to disguise her beauty. physically she’s far smaller than the man, less muscular, yet she hold no fear in her eyes.

“what’s a pretty girl doing in this hellhole?” wooyoung murmured,

right before the girl ducked down and punched his opponent right on his chest, hard enough to make him cut his breath. then landed a punch to his right cheek, followed by his left cheek. and a final kick to his head, quickly sending the man to his sleep, hopefully not an eternal one.

and that’s how she won the game.

not to mention leaving wooyoung speechless. that was a quick game. and she looked like a gem. a fighter like that would make jobs easier, faster, and more efficient.

he was deep in his thoughts, until san nudged him, “are you seeing what i’m seeing?”

wooyoung looked back at san, observing his line of sight, only to bring his eyes back to the said woman.

a gem in sight indeed.

“her?”

“yes, her. we need her. i want her. we gotta take her.” he mouthed. he then pulled wooyoung by the shoulder, and proceeded to stare into wooyoung’s eyes with the most serious look he could muster. “seriously wooyoung, i can’t handle this charmer—grifter shit alone anymore. we need a charmer. and i mean it.”

“san, we’re on budget and we’re here to look for a bodyguard—“ he was about to state but san had cut him off.

“did you not see the way she threw that punches? she can be a bodyguard. she is muscle.”

“yes, but—“ wooyoung hesitated, “i don’t know man, a lady bodyguard?”

san gasped. “that’s discrimination, what the fuck?”

“not in that way!” wooyoung bit back, “i don’t know man, i’m just not sure. she’s all great, it’s just—”

“but what?” san pressed.

san wasn’t wrong, they do need a charmer. san was the only charmer ateez had— they do have others, just not as good as san, hence the lad had to do most jobs by himself. the last time they had a good charmer other than san, but they got killed in action.

being a grifter, a charmer, he did get to know most thing and even on the deeper part of the underworld. any place he want, anyone, he could get through anything, most of the times. but ultimately, he was fed up. doing what he did best alone might finally took a toll on him.

so with the hard look, now turned puppy eyes, there was no way wooyoung could say no to san, the charmer himself.

he sighed. “you know what? fuck that. go and get her if you want.”

there were probably fireworks bursting behind san’s eyes, that’s the only logical reason (though far from logic itself) for the sparkle in his eyes. choi san quickly bolted away from the table, adamant on getting and recruiting the woman.

wooyoung, with yunho and jongho on the other hand sticked to the main plan; find new muscles to recruit. yeonjun, changbin and their own gang were soon scattered around the basement with their own mission to accomplish. jongho was still looking around, and yunho was still seen talking to the possible recruits.

wooyoung was just talking to one of the possible recruit, giving them his business card when san pulled him away to a corner. he kept guiding on wooyoung with this grin on his face, pushing him around until wooyoung finally faced the lady they’ve been talking about.

“so this is wooyoung,” san made the intro, “he’s our trainer, supervisor, and not to mention my best friend. and we—” he stepped back behind wooyoung, “—are interested in taking you in with us.”

taking a good look in the closer distance, she looked even better. her skin looked soft, save some scratches and scars here and there, but they were mostly healed leaving just a white mark. her eyes were brown, and like when she was on the ring, had this striking look.

this one’s definitely a charmer. she just needs to be guided, and they got a perfect teacher for her. stretching his hand out, wooyoung offered her a formal handshake.

“wooyoung.”

she watched his stretched hand for a while. the unsure glint in her eyes started to flicker along the time, and she finally took wooyoung’s hand.

“son jiwoo.”

the tall, black door seemed so big and scary.

despite it being just a plain door to a restaurant.

you might think it’s the door, but a part of you knew more than that. that wasn’t just a door you had to pass, a restaurant you must enter.

kim younghoon was waiting somewhere in that restaurant for you. this was going to be your first meeting with younghoon, and you gotta make sure it’s going well. this is your first big mission, as a member of ateez.

you straighten your floral dress, fixing any possible crease before stepping inside. a waiter came to your aid, giving their best smile, “may i help you?”

you smiled back. “i have a reservation, with mr. kim younghoon. is he here?”

the waiter smiled even wider, “ah, madam! yes, mr. kim has been waiting for you. let me take your jacket.” they spoke, as they pulled your jacket off of you. “if you please follow me, madam.”

the waiter guided you to a table near the glass window, where you found younghoon sitting in a formal, yet casual look. the white fitted top and light brown pants. upon the announcement of your arrival, kim younghoon turned his head, offering you a smile so bright. the gentlemen even stood up, pulling your seat for you instead of letting the waiter do that for you.

“you look nice.” he complimented.

“and you more. i thought the suits were your best look, but these? gorgeous.”

he chuckled, “trying to charm me straight away, i see.”

“yes, but some truth can’t be hidden for too long. i also have to charm my future colleague for a chance, right?” you quipped back, earning a soft laugh from younghoon.

“you’re straightforward. i like it, it’s also the way that i am and used to.” he said. he laid back to his chair, looking at you before asking, “a straightforward man gotta speak his mind, am i right?”

“yes they do, i suppose.”

he took your answer in silence. he looked out through the window, watching the bright afternoon sky and people on the street,, seemingly deep in thoughts. gone were the light atmosphere when you got there.

then younghoon spoke one sentence and a question. the easiest way to phrase and conclude your whole mission.

“i know juyeon sent you to fix things between our families. correct?”

upon the sudden intrusion, your body froze for a second. your lips almost quivered, letting out broken words, having nothing to come up with. kim younghoon fired a bullet and it hit right on the bullseye. and he didn’t even mention anything about anything work related, despite that being one of your most important reason to pursue him.

younghoon’s eyes were back on you, and you had no choice but to spit the truth out.

“yes, you’re right, mr. kim,” you sighed, but not yet defeated. “and i’m aware of… the gap between your families, that it’s not in a good condition.”

“how much did you know?”

“that your family was a supporter to lee jiyoung back when the war was happening.” you stated.

he clicked his tongue, “i wish it was as easy as that, mrs. jung.” he sighed as he leaned back onto his chair.

“i wish to help in many ways, mr. kim. in this way, because juyeon sent me for this reason. but other than that, a work with your family is what my family aim for. a personal gain. both, or one of them is enough for me and i’m willing to do the job.” you told him, straightforwardly. “is there something i can do to fix this?”

“to fix the gap between the lees and kims? i don’t know, mrs. jung. i’m not sure if there’s a way at all,” he shrugged.

but he quickly added in, “but, regarding ateez and my family, i think we both have a chance for that. i’ve spoken with my father, and maybe, just maybe, if this works, we’ll consider juyeon’s purpose of… mending the two families. now the question remain; would you take the job, and could you do it well?”

“i’m willing to try and do my best for anything.”

“anything?”

“anything.”

the man smiled, grinning almost. “then it starts now.” he said. younghoon raised his hand, catching the sight of a waiter.

entrees were served, followed by main dishes. younghoon and you talked about each other, and he talked a lot about himself.

how he and his brother were raised in england, before moving at the age of 15 back to korea. he went to university, took classes in law school before graduating, not only from a prestigious uni but also with honors. since that, he’s been helping his father around along with his brother regarding their family business, as they’re the ones who’s going to take their father’s place place someday.

kim younghoon was born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

yet he seemed far from those whiny nepo babies who fed themselves off of their father’s pocket, but act like they rule the whole world. his family’s money might back him up, but he ruled his own brain, branding himself as the smart and hardworking guy from a wealthy family who could lead even without his father’s hand in the matter.

in short, he’s a man that everyone dreams to become.

the conversation went smooth up until dessert was served. you couldn’t help yourself but to blurt out, “so, what’s the job? when am i gonna do it?”

“oh, we’re actually doing it right now,” he quipped, putting another slice of cake into his mouth.

“what?”

younghoon didn’t say anything, only flicking his hand to call for the waiter. the waiter soon came with a bright smile as they put a velvet box right in front of you. not forgetting to say what a lucky woman to have a partner like that.

a partner?

you were still not functioning perfectly, still deep in your thoughts and confused even when younghoon pushed the velvet box towards you. “open it.” he said.

“mr. kim, i— i’m, i’m not sure i—“ you had stuttered, but he silenced you up.

“just open the box.”

per his command, your hands moved to open the box. upon the first touch, you could feel the soft velvet under your fingers, quickly understanding the high quality of the box, and perhaps, the item within it. curiosity might kill the cat, but not you, you believed as you opened the box and found a piece of necklace within it. a pearl necklace stared back at you from that box.

wordlessly, younghoon stood up. he took the necklace out of its box before bringing it near your neck. his hands softly moved your hair to the side, and you quickly responded by bunching your hair in your fist, giving him access to your bare neck. as he put on the necklace, he lowered his lips next to your ear.

“you’ll find a woman to your right, dressed in all green. she’s mrs. han, a socialite in gangnam and wife to mr. han, one of the most important people in the ministry of health,” he whispered to you, “she knows me, and might’ve been watching us since the beginning. she has a daughter around our age and she had been wanting to… arrange a marriage between our families.”

“and my job is…?”

finishing on putting the necklace on, younghoon simply smiled to you. “…to be my partner. fiancee, girlfriend, whatever. to put on a show. i don’t want to be engaged in that way, but i have a brother and he’s willing to do that in my stead,”

“there’s an upcoming socialite party, and a little birdie told me you’re quite… persuasive,” he started to explain, “if you can get us an invitation, put some good words and convince her to make an arrangement between her daughter and my brother, you’ll have your way with my family. you see, we need this connection. a connection with her husband makes it easier for our drug business, even in exporting and importing. mr. han is one of the man ruling the country. prove yourself, and my father promises to invite you for a dinner, to talk about future business with ateez. even with the lees. and the offer’s still up even though you only succeeded in securing an invitation for us to the party.”

he straightened his back, offering his hand to you, “there’s still a chance to back out.”

you weren’t sure, but you shook your head and took his hand, “i won’t.”

younghoon smiled, almost so brightly, a quick change from his previous hard demeanor. he landed a long lasting kiss on the back of your hand, another added shock to you. you almost stuttered and about to pull your hand when he spoke,

“the necklace looks dashing on you, sweetheart.” he almost purred, shocking you.

“kim younghoon?”

the latter’s voice stopped you from pulling away. younghoon simply turned to the lady who called his name, giving her a smile.

“mrs. han,” he greeted back, bowing slightly, “good to see you again.”

mrs. han only chuckled, “then you should’ve visit me more often. i haven’t seen you around in any of my gatherings.” she looked behind younghoon, at you. “and i certainly have never seen this lovely lady with her lovely necklace around.” she quipped.

younghoon gave his hand for you to take, and you did, standing up from your seat next to him. “let me introduce you to my fiancee, y/n. she’s the reason i’m not around much, mrs. han. you can blame her for it.” he once again kissed your hand in a cheeky manner, and you giggled following his act. “i can’t seem to get her out of my life.” he continued.

you bowed slightly to the lady, offering her a sweet smile. “my name is y/n, pleasure to meet you mrs. han. younghoon told me many things about you.” you introduced yourself.

“all the good things, i hope.”

“don’t worry ma’am, he made me think you’re a great woman. and it shows now.”

she laughed, feeling content with your answer.

“and he didn’t forget to tell me how much of a good host you are for your party.” you smirked, starting your mission.

by the time you came home, it was almost midnight. you knew wooyoung would’ve fallen asleep by then, so you tiptoed your way into your room, with your heels in your hands.

your heart almost jumped out of your chest when the light suddenly turned on.

“where have you been?”

“shit, woo!” you cussed while holding your chest, almost panting. “baby? why aren’t you sleeping?”

wooyoung sat on the edge of your bed with his arms folded as he stared at you. “obviously, i was waiting for you.” he deadpanned, “you know i couldn’t sleep without you. so where have you been?”

you exhaled, feeling guilty that you left the man waiting for until midnight, completely forgetting the existence of modern phones and to tell him of your whereabouts. “oh, baby,” you walked up to him, cradling his face in your palms.

“i’m so sorry i made you wait,” you kissed his forehead, “i had lunch with kim younghoon, and he gave me a task. i spent the whole day planning and then reporting to hongjoong, and we had a last minute meeting with stray kids. i should’ve told you, that’s my mistake,” you explained. wooyoung sighed defeatedly, finally accepting your apologies. he circled his hands on your waist.

“it’s okay.” he muttered.

you told him to get ready for bed, while you freshen up in the bathroom, finally ready to end the night. your body felt warm, being in your comfiest pajamas, and your heart follows when you saw wooyoung on bed tucked nicely under the blanket, with his arm stretched out welcoming you in his embrace.

“how was today’s scouting?” you asked with a small voice.

“it was okay,” he answered, listing the things he had done. “got some new muscles that i gotta train. met yeonjun and changbin. and… oh!” he gasped, making you look up to him.

“what is it?”

“you know, me and san found this girl while scouting, she was badass,” he said and you could practically see the sparks in his eyes, “she fought this buff man in like, 5 seconds, though i think the man was more of muscle than skills, but isn’t that cool? san wanted her so bad he ran straight to her after the fight.”

“anyways i didn’t want to scout her at first but san would probably held me on a gunpoint if i refuse him—“ you both laughed, “—yeah right? so long story short we probably got ourselves a new charmer. i think san’s gonna teach her more, but i’ll still have to take part in physical training.”

you hummed, “san fell in love at the first sight, huh?”

wooyoung nodded, “i think i did too.”

you playfully hit his chest, making him wince dramatically as he held his chest.

“jung wooyoung! don’t you dare fall in love with her!” you threatened him. the bastard husband of yours grinned.

“are you jealous?”

“hm, i don’t know. what would you think if i hooked up with kim younghoon?”

“hey!” he whined, clearly not liking the idea of you and another man side by side. not even one bit. and that was something everyone know, and some even witnessed it with their own eyes, referring to your previous encounter with lee juyeon.

you laughed to his blatant jealousy, and maybe, seeing the smile in your face and the sound of your melodic laugh to his ears were the reason for him laughing along with you.

wooyoung pulled you close to his body, putting his chin on top of your head. the smell of your shampoo invaded his nose, and somewhat it relaxed him all the time. maybe it’s your shampoo, or maybe, it’s the fact that you’re close to him.

he breathes slowly, but you could hear his heart beating fast behind his chest. some things change, but you realize one thing stays the same; his heartbeat. whenever you put your head to his chest you always hear the same fast beat from his heart.

and you know yours beats the way his did.

“i can never love anyone else but you.”

his voice pierced through the silence as he murmured the words into your hair.

maybe it was his voice. maybe it was the sentence, the words. maybe it’s both things combined, the reason why you feel such warmth in your heart and the pleasant butterflies flying in your stomach. the combination of two simple things, yet magical enough for you to take it as a sign of love.

love.

you buried your face into his chest, trying to hide your smile. all you could say was, “i love you, woo.”

simple sentence that also warmed his heart.

to both lovers like you, those moment felt like it’s just you both against the world. in your vows; both in happiness or sadness.

“will i see you again?”

wooyoung suddenly asked. the nature of the question making you pull away from him, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion.

“what kind of question is that?” you asked back, looking up to his face.

he seemed doubtful, that was clearly painted all over his face, visible from his eyes, the way it glinted.

wooyoung sighed. “i don’t know. you have a job, so many things to do now that hongjoong trusts you. and i’m happy for you, baby, i truly do, it’s just—“ he hesitated for a while before continuing.

“it’s— what if you get busier? what if we get so busy that… that we can’t even share a proper meal together like we used to? what if we can’t see each other as much as we used to back when we have less things to do? what if i can’t even hug you in my sleep at night? what if—“

“—what if we changed so much and turn in a direction we don’t want?”

late night thoughts do bring the most genuine question. and his was a valid one.

it’s no secret that marriage, no matter how sweet, how hot or cold, can suddenly turn lukewarm, tasteless, or even turn sour over the time.

that would be a nightmare. one that can turn very real, in any time, near or far.

to imagine a tasteless marriage life with your passionate husband made you crawl closer to him, burying your face in his chest to seek more warmth. the more seconds went the more you appreciate his prescence. taking in everything you could.

just in case it’d be your last.

“i promise we won’t turn that way, my love. i’ll do anything to keep us together. keep us, keep you safe.” you murmured into his chest.

“you just have to promise to love me still. like this. even when times go rough, when it eats us inside out, body and soul. even with the last sparks of love you have for me, love me. until i’m not here beside you.” you continued. you felt suffocated, unconsciously the littlest sniffle got out of you with the tears. “you’re all i have, wooyoung.”

desperation in it’s truest form.

but it’s true, you have no one but your husband. no family, no nothing. not even a life, if it was not for the past, or the present, given by your husband and his kin. and now that you’ve associated yourself with them, you, who used to have nothing, now have something. and it fears you to imagine losing them.

to go back to the solitude you were in before.

hearing your cries crushed him. he tightened his hands around you, securing you in his grasp, giving you the most comfort one could give. he might regret the way he voiced out his concerns today, yet it was an important question within your relationship.

and a silent way to say that he fears of losing you, too.

“i’m here, baby. i love you,” he said, giving a peck on your hair,

“and i promise to keep that love for as long as i live.”

NOT EVEN HALFWAY BUT I STILL WANNA FINISH THE WHOLE THING. enjoy. both in reading and waiting uwu

also we’re getting closer to… the start of the angst.

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scarlettjohanssons-mistress · 1 year

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I wouldn't forget a pretty face

Warnings: First Meetings, fluff, fun

Word count: 1.4 K

Pairing: Daphne Kluger x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Daphne wouldn't forget a pretty face. Not even when that pretty face is "nobody"

Requests: OPEN

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The first time I saw her was even before Debbie called me on the holdup. I had some debts to pay, and dedicating myself only to studying in my university years had left me with zero work experience. So, the only company that had helped me get a job after studying “Fashion Design” was the big Chanel store in Soho, New York.

Daphne was doing some shopping in the area, until a group of paparazzi began to chase her, forcing her to enter a store so that her bodyguards could disperse the press and get her into her truck.

I was arranging the seasonal clothes, trying not to focus my eyes on her figure, but she did look at me, she gave me a smile and I can even listen to a little of her conversation with her team while she walked around the store, trying not to get bored while waiting.

It didn't take long for the truck to pull up in front of the store, and as quickly as that happened, Daphne was gone.

Some time later, Debbie came to me, the mythical (and forgotten) Rose Weil needed a reliable right hand to carry out this theft; and both Lou and Debbie knew how badly she needed that money.

Although I never got to meet Daphne herself in the many times Rose had had to meet with the actress, the next time I saw her, it was at the Met. My good friend Lou needed a confidence booster, and right now, she was grateful for the multiple episodes of Masterchef she'd seen.

By the time I had been given my new diamond bracelet to put in the little bag I carried with me, right at that moment, I was able to relax. I had been under so much stress that I had barely been able to enjoy the big party Tammy had thrown us into.

And there, again, was Daphne. Her eyes collided with mine again, but now, instead of bringing out my kinder side and trying to give her a smile, I quickly looked away from her eyes. Debbie said she wanted to lay low. It sounds silly, Daphne Kluger, a Hollywood star wouldn't remember my face, not when she sees millions of people every day, why would she remember the face of a simple employee who doesn't earn even 3% of what she earned in a single movie?

Time passed again. Now, right at this moment Lou and Debbie were making sure that each part of the jewels were being sold so that they could deposit the corresponding part in each of the eight bank accounts; while that was going on, i had to keep working at the store, i still had to look like a job… and to be honest, i worked so hard at this damn store, all i ask in return is a decent damn reward.

My boss had asked me to put the makeup and perfume products behind the counter, so I did, putting all my attention on the task, which caused me not to notice that someone had arrived at the store; more specifically, that someone had stood in front of me.

"I knew I had seen you"

My head that was inside the showcase could only see a flat stomach covered in a fine brown cloth; Quickly my eyes looked up only to meet Daphne's face.

I tried to get up quickly until my head hit the glass. Forgetting that my head was still inside the glass case.

She just let out a small smile that she hid behind her hand, but despite that, I could notice flashes of concern.

"What?"

Ask, now with your head out of the glass space.

"It's you, isn't it?, the one who wore that sexy dress at the MET"

"I… I'm sorry…?"

"Of course you were there! I wouldn't forget a face as pretty as yours." I could feel the heat and redness rising up my neck and settling on my cheeks, causing Daphne's brown eyes to take on a different glow. You know, the party where I supposedly dropped the famous necklace…”

“ 'Supposedly'? What do you mean 'supposedly'?”

“It turns out that… the necklace found was fake; the actual necklace hasn't turned up, so a private investigator is helping to find it.” Damn. Debbie promised that it was almost impossible to use an investigator for this. Damn "The investigator has as a major suspect a certain Debbie Ocean… and he told me that even though she has a perfect alibi, he still maintains her as the main suspect" I felt the muscles in my neck and shoulders tense, it even felt like a metal ball was falling. It will start to form in my esophagus and try to go down. "I guess you don't have anything to do with that Debbie girl, do you, sweetie?" just as I was about to open my mouth to answer her question, she spoke again "wait, isn't that the blonde you shared a few drinks with at the party?"

She raised her eyebrows, putting my body between a rock and a hard place; because, not only was she one of the most beautiful women in the world, I now realized, she was one of the most intelligent women in the world. She already knew it, and I couldn't hide it

"Good morning Miss Kluger, can we help you with something?"

My boss had come to our place, screaming with her eyes to get back to work

"Yes, I would like to buy the blouse that your employee models" Both pairs of eyes fell on my blouse "And if it comes with the model, it would be a thousand times better"

She winked again, causing the blush to intensify on my cheeks.

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The sound that the doors made when opening made us all stop doing our activities, only to pay attention to the beautiful actress who had just entered Lou's place.

"You guys are FUCKED"

She spoke while walking towards us, sitting in the chair that was in front of me.

"Sorry?" Tammy asked. "How did you get here?"

"We invite her" Lou spoke

they were all silent

“Chilly,” Daphne remarked at the glances given by the rest of the group, “what about, 'Hi Daph, welcome to the team. Let's not all high five at once.'”

“Discovered Y/N” was Debbie's turn

"What?!" they all shouted

“Y/N…how did you let her find you out?”

"I…"

"She didn't do anything," Daphne defended me. “I'm just not the typical dumb Hollywood actress”

“Miss Kluger, here, figured out the move from the start; only that its common thread was Y/N”

"Of course, not to mention that discreet is not a word I would use to describe them."

They all remained silent, looking at each other trying to understand the situation, while bitch Constance the time out to see the cards of the others. Damn cheating bitch.

"Not to mention that the private investigator is about to check each one of you asses"

"Investigator?" asked Rose scared

"That was not in the plan" Amita spoke

“That's why Miss Kluger is here. She herself offered to help us."

"Why would you help a group of criminals?" question Tammy

“Are you an only child?” I asked causing giggles

"Well, I don't have many friends, and book clubs are stupidly boring."

"So… you decided to help criminals because you don't have any friends?"

"Yep, she is definitely an only child" spoke Eight Ball

"Okay, ladies, with this done, I think we can continue" Lou spoke.

Of course, I knew Lou very well, and I knew that she considered herself the queen of the UNO, so, I wanted to embarrass ourselves.

Lou, Eight Ball, Constance and I played UNO, while Debbie and Tammy talked in the kitchen, serving up a few slices of pizza, just as Amita and Rose talked about some designers, leaving Daphne alone.

Knowing that having Lou, a master of the game and a cheating bitch like Constance; I put the game down and got up, walking to the front to return to sit next to Daphne.

"Hello" I greeted as I raised my hand, squeezing hers in a warm squeeze "I'm Y/N"

"Wow, I'm glad to name a pretty face like yours."

How was it so easy for her to make me blush?

"Well, I'm glad to put a cute personality on a not-so-simple, pretty face."

It was her turn to blush

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Lou dropped her game a bit and stood up next to Debbie and Tammy, putting an arm around Debbie's shoulders.

"Okay, how much do you bet those two are going to end up dating?" with her chin she pointed to the figure of Y/N and Daphne, who were getting closer and closer

“Dating?, I bet my life Y/N is already planning their wedding,” Tammy teased.

"She even knows where her honeymoon is going to be," Debbie continued, giving Lou a kiss on the cheek.

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many-shades-of-violence · 2 years

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ASL discovering their S/O is Shanks' kid

requested by: @anonymous

feat: Ace, Sabo, Luffy

warnings: none

a/n: As a One Piece AND Ado Stan, I´m absolutely in love with the new movie. So this was extra fun to write.

Ace

Dumbfounded at first, but only because your existence implies that Shanks really knocked somebody up.

Because of his own issues with his biological father, he wouldn´t indulge too much in your familiar business. But generally speaking, if you’re cool with Shanks, then he´s cool with it too.

Will ask you how you cope with being the kid of such a famous pirate. Purely out of interest, of course, and not because he will use your answer to evaluate his own relation with Roger. (lol)

You, being the child of Shanks, and him being one of Whitebeards sons, will spark the wish inside him to fight with you and see who´s stronger. Don´t do it though. He will sulk for weeks if you win and boast about Whitebeards superiority for the rest of your life if you lose.

Sabo

The only one of this three to react overly surprised.

Didn´t see this coming from a mile.

Won´t shut up about it for a whole week after finding out, stating time and again and again how surprised he was to hear about your blood relation with the red haired Yonko.

Will pester Dragon and Koala about it constantly.

“See them?! Their Red-Haired Shanks child!” “Yeah, Sabo, we know,...”

After he realizes how painfully obvious your relation was, he´ll try to deny his first initial reaction, because he´s embarrassed. Jokes on him, you and Koala won´t let him forget this.

Prepare for an Q&A. Because once the revelation that your Shanks kid, he´ll ask you soooo many questions about him, due to the fact how much of a mystery the man is even for the revolutionary army.

Luffy

Pretty similar to his reaction with Uta, I think he wouldn´t really care so much, as being surprised. Besides the fact that you’re surely a strong opponent/ally due to you being his idol's kid, that is.

Would ask you about stories of Shanks and his endless ventures, while also telling you about his and Shanks fateful meeting for the 1000th time. You still listen, though.

If you´re a pirate, prepare to be bombarded with requests to join his crew.

Would also love to spare with you, solely for the reason that you´re Shanks child

If you´ll ever be in trouble, count on Luffy to save your sorry ass. This guy wouldn´t let a single fly lay a finger on you. After all, how could he ever face Shanks after his big journey, if he let you get hurt in the process?

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morosis-haze · 2 years

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hii babes i was wondering if u could do a tr boys x( beyonce )reader maybe bonten?like how their s/o is famous and they are world criminals .have a good day <3

𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰/ 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐬/𝐨

A/n: Gn!reader. Mocchi isn’t in this b/c I was struggling to try writing for him, when I feel like I have his character down maybe I’ll do his version. I’m sorry this request is late, but I hope you enjoy.

Warning: curse words, threats, words implying to violence

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨—

- there’s a bunch a people who know y’all are dating just not the whole public

- mikey knows how to keep peoples mouth shut

- let someone see y’all together and he is on them

- doesn’t go anywhere with a lot people though to begin with

- being in a relationship with Mikey would be complicated at times he wouldn’t always communicate and would push you away

- with you being busy yourself caused more problems

- you have to have patience to make sure you get Mikey to sit down with you every once in a while and actually spend time together

- Mikey does love your private moments

- at times he’ll make up a random game

“How about I say something and you sing it to me back”

“mikey ..”

“What it will be like an exercise for you,right?”

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨—

“ So, can I listen to the album?”

“Sanzu it’s not done yet”

“Just one song please”

- you played 2 seconds of a song and didn’t let him hear more than that

He just paused and stared at you in disbelief “… that was not the full thing”

“Yeah I never agreed to let you hear it”

-Dramatically flailing out his arms and whining “I didn’t even get to hear your voice”

- Negative comments are something you’re already used to, but let anyone say even the slightest negative shit about you near sanzu and we might have to pray for that person’s life

- “people who listen to y/n are brainwashed” “ I don’t understand people who listen to y/n they don’t even sound good”

- sanzu just has to go ‘talk’ to this person cause ain’t no way they said such bullshit with confidence

- y’all relationship did get to the public quickly, but that ain’t really surprising

- this of course caused discourse, and now a bunch of articles are on you

- “y/n seen out with bonten member”

- the album you dropped afterwards still hit #1 sooooo you do you

- everything that was being said was getting to sanzu though

-he didn’t want to cause you any problems

- you reassure him he isn’t causing major problems and your relationship will not end

𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞—

- koko had showed up to a photo shoot of yours one time and let me tell the look on these peoples faces

- they’re all having a wtf moment seeing you send a little wave his way

- they knew better than to question the relationship when seeing the side eye koko was sending

- just making sure nothing’s going wrong

- whenever he does want to go out with you it’s always in a secluded area where everyone knows him, and knows not to open their mouth about how he’s with you

- he’s quite helpful when it comes to your career

- you want his opinion on what the album cover should be he’s right there giving reason why the first cover matches the energy of the album better

- right there when you have writers block, letting you know there’s no need to rush

-he’s your assistant but he’s not

𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨—

- your biggest fan

- very careful with his relationship with you

- he didn’t want it to get public that you’re dating a bonten member as he knows how it could effect you

- now kakucho is a very supportive boyfriend

- he’ll listen to your songs on repeat, and then praise you for your work every single time

“ you did amazing on this!”

- though at times he forgets not to play the unreleased songs

- you showed up to his place and heard your song blaring through the walls

- like sir you can’t do that

- kakucho doesn’t want to cause any problems, but give the word that someone’s been messing with you and he could go handle it then he’ll do just that

- he won’t involve himself in a situation till it’s necessary

- kakucho just minds his business except when it comes to your music

𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐨𝐦𝐢 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢—

- was here since day motherfuckin one in your career

- Takeomi is like your bodyguard at times

- “ y/n when do you plan on giving us another album? It’s been such a long time since you dropped-” this person kept on pressing you while being all up in your face

- that’s where takeomi comes in cause ain’t no one gonna make his s/o feel uncomfortable

- odd as it is to the media y’all are just coincidentally in the same area there ain’t a photo or video to prove you and Takeomi actually know each other

- have people all on the internet concerned for you, some think you’re in bonten, just a list theories

- Takeomi just knows how to make sure you guys aren’t caught looking like you’re together

- he knows y’all are both busy people so he tries his best to make sure there won’t be any interruptions when you’re both together

𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢—

-shows up to your studio every time you’re there

-he knows he’s intimidating people there

-you got writers block and he’ll help in some way

“Let me do a verse” “mmm actually i just thought of what I wanna say. How about next album,ran?”

- when your relationship did get public it was a mix of hate and amusement from people

- he didn’t give a fuck

- went out for dinner right after like it was nothing

- “so, are you paying?”

- the nerve of him to ask like he didn’t order damn near everything off the menu

- thing is with ran he’s doesn’t care being in public with you cause he wishes someone would try you and him

𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢—

- another who’s wants to keep the relationship private

- rindou will just be sitting in your studio as you record songs

- only other people in there being your closest friends that work with you and they had no problems with rindou or either they decided to be quiet then to start one

- rindou does get jealous of the people that get to be around you

- seeing another so close to his s/o on the media and he can’t even be there due to the issues it would cause

- part of him wishes to let everyone know you’re dating him, but the problems it could cause you isn’t worth it to him

-bonus: rindou def was a fan when he met you

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Songbird — Spider Noir

♟synopsis: a preformer in danger, meets Earth-90214's one and only spider man

♟tags: gn!reader × Spider-Noir

♟genre: fluff

♟author's note: this is just a small idea i had, not sure if it'll turn into a fic or not. feedback appreciated.

Underneath the full moon, the light reflected on the windows of buildings in New York City. The year was 1933. The years of political corruption, the great deppression, art deco, and jazz music.

It was an odd time to live, for sure. With the rise of political tensions and crisis, underground jazz clubs were of use to every single person who needed it. They were the only place most could mingle and freely live, the only place most could forget about the looming darkness that was overtaking their lives.

And he was no exception.

Noir stumbled into that club once when he was gravely injuried after a fight had insued between him and a villainous spy. The bartender swore to keep his secret identity between them, only if he came by to spend time and maybe some of his money at the bar. It was not a hard offer to refuse.

Spending time at that bar hurt his wallet —what did he expect? The prohibition act was still in use— but it provided him with tons of useful information. Drunk people talked alot, and that helped him with most of his detective work, and his—Well, 'on-site' work.

Like any other day, he was sat at the bar, sipping on his whiskey, when he overheard three henchmen speaking.

"They're bringing in that popular singer, the one with that nickname..."

"You must mean 'Songbird'? They're all the rage now."

He recognised your stage name, how couldn't he? Noir, like any well-informed and educated man, enjoyed the progressive, sophomoric music of the era. So, of course he knew who you were. It's safe to say that you were their world's most vougish singer. Your popularity spread like wildfire through the city, your talent was something on everyone's tounge. What he'd learned is that you were mostly reserved for the higher classes, getting invited to grandiose parties with the most important political figures present, but before that, your origins and roots go back to underground jazz clubs, just like the one he was sat in as of this moment.

"I'm surprised they'd come to this cesspit." Noir thought that was a little harsh, it was queit stuffy here yes, but he wouldn't call it a shithole. "Aren't they mostly for them upper-class men?" One henchmen said to another.

"I hear it's a plan." He tingled. Their conversation was ordinary for most of their sitting, so why'd he feel like the hairs on his neck stood up?

The bigger one of the three adjusted himself on his seat, while the other two listened to him. "Some politicians want them gone for good. Think it'll make a statement. With all the press interviews they've been doing, and all the protests they've been seen at, the way they've been advocating..." He put down his drink, grinning at his friends. "...Word on the street that they'll take action tommrow and send an assassin here, then say one of the working class workers did it. Gonna be all over the news."

Seems like he has a plan for tommrow night, then.

—

When the night came, the bar was so crowded he had to come through the backdoor. He wore his suit, his mask, and his usual coat to conceal himself in the shadows of the place, waiting for the perfect opportunity to intruppt the plans of those who had this evil intention. He'd learned that you've gotten on the wrong side of a politician last party you were in, after voicing your support and admiration of other races and the working class. He scoffed at you, disagreeing blatantly, saying that people like you are not good for anything but being 'A pretty face and a good voice.'

Tale goes that you spilled your drink 'accidently' on him, before insulting him and leaving the party. To be honest, he admired you for that. He didn't know that a famous singer would have that side to them. After that incident took place, you were spotted by the paparazzi at a strike. The higher classes started inviting you to their parties less and less, until they've finally decided they must get rid of you and place the crime on someone from the working class.

It was the perfect crime, and it would very much cause discourse amongst the rioters.

He wasn't going to let that happen.

Noir stood by the stage, hidden from the prying eyes of the drunken men. Most of them were cheering and laughing, but there was a table with three men, all looking around them, shifty. Seems like he knew who was targeting you now. They weren't very smart, but they were hiding in plain sight. No one would've suspected them of anything if he didn't know better.

The lights dimmed, and he looked up. He was standing queit near to the stage, so when the curtains were pulled, he was the first to see what was behind them.

And there you were.

It stunned him for a moment. You were indescribable. The tabloids and magazines were always a wonder to stare at, but compared to seeing you infront of him, they did not capture half of your beauty. You stood smiling behind your mic, and he stood there paralysed. He could not stop staring at you. Your stage presence was something else entirely.

The roars of the people at the club were what shook his trance away, reminding him that he had a mission to fulfill. He stood there in the shadows, his eyes reluctantly leaving the stage and glancing at the dodgy men at table six.

"Goodevening, gents...and ladies." Women by the back cheered. It didn't matter who it was, people of all ages and genders saw you as an icon. You were much loved by the people. "I'm very glad I am able to preform to such a lively audiance. Those stuffy upper-class folk do not know how to have fun queit like you do." A laugh erupted out of the crowd, and he found himself chuckling, before going completely silent again. He didn't want anyone to notice him, but gosh, it was hard as of this moment.

"I hope you all have a great night. Band..." Music started, and for now, those men stood still, drinking their cheap brandy and staring at you. One thing Noir noticed was that one of them was not drinking, and both his hands were on his leg.

'A gun, most likely.' He thought to himself.

Your song started.

Saying it's like a siren's melody would be insulting to you, no creature, fictional or not, would have a voice like yours. Noir found himself looking at you, and this time, it felt hot. His face was getting shades darker. His body tensed up underneath his suit, yet he felt soothed. The way you moved your hands across your body, the way your voice reverberated across the room, the look in your eyes. At this moment, if you had asked him to throw himself into the river, he would've done it with no hesitation. He might be a superhero, but he was only a man underneath that mask.

Then he felt it.

That spider-sense of his was the only thing that was holding his mission together. His eyes darted towards the men, and the one not drinking stood up, pulling something out of his pocket, something that glinted when the light reflected on it.

He raised it as soon as your song finished. You were smiling while the crowd clapped, and right as he pulled the trigger, Noir moved, pushing you to the ground, the bullet missing you by a hair.

Chaos broke out. More shots were fired. And he stayed, sheilding your body with his.

"What.."

"Songbird? Right?" He spoke, his voice coming out a little high pitched than it really is. "Huge fan, by the way. Would love to get your autograph after this is over." They were still shooting at the both of you. Noir moved, pulling both of you behind the curtain. You were still in shock, staring at him like he was not real.

"Spider——You saved my life!"

"Heh, I do that for a living, but we have to move. Those men will do anything to kill you." He helped you up, holding you close to his chest, sheilding you inside his coat. You struggled to stand, so he supported you by the waist, holding you firmly. "I—Why would anyone want to kill me?—Holy, shit, is that a gun?"

The henchmen were getting closer. Noir pulled out the gun you just pointed out and shot at one of them, injuring his leg. The other two stood surprised for a moment, before charging at the both of you at full speed. "They want to make a statement out of y—" He dodged one of them, making sure you did not lose your balance. The other charged and he dodged again, before quickly making his way backstage with you still holding tightly to his chest.

"Statement? What did I even do?—"

"Listen, I'll explain, but for me to do that, we need to get out of here in one piece." He said, rushing you up the stairs, as he shot down at the two men running after you. They did not budge. His hand wrapped around a prop, and he threw it at them, buying himself and the singer some time.

He ran into your dressing room and shut the door, locking it. He guided you to the window and slammed it open. "How did you even know I'd be here?"

"I'm a regular,"

"A regular?" You laughed, how you could laugh while in a situation like this baffled him, but that though was replaced by another. The fact that he made you laugh. "J. J. Jameson will not be thrilled to know that Spidernoir is against the prohibition act."

"I won't tell if you won't." He winked, and you laughed again. If it weren't for the fact that the door slammed open, he would've taken the next step ahead and asked you for a night out.

His moves were swift, you found yourself colliding with his chest again, his hand slung around your waist. He shot three times, then he moved again, putting both your legs on his forearm, carrying you bridal style. You squealed as he shot again, involuntarily wrapping your arms around his neck.

It was getting hard to focus with the fact that he had someone as wanted and beautiful as you clinging onto him like this, but he maintained his speed and agility. He knocked a gun out of one of the henchmen's hands, and he came charging a him. He slammed into the window, breaking the glass into million little pieces.

Noir could make his escape.

You felt his hands wrap around your body tightly, as he stepped out of the window, still shooting at the incoming men. "Listen, I'm going to do something, but please, refrain from screaming—"

"I am being shot at by four different men and somehow, our local superhero is saving me. Trust me, whatever you will do—" He shot. He wasn't sure where all these men were coming from. He didn't expect them to have backup. "—will probably not be the thing that will make me scream."

Then you screamed.

Alot.

He was unsure how someone with such a voice, would let out such screams. "Hey, what else could I have done?" His grasp tightened around your waist as he swung away from the building. Those thugs were still shooting at you, some even managed to get into the car and were now disrupting the traffic running after you. "—We need to get away from them!"

"Okay, Okay, just not so fast!" You screamed against the wind, holding tightly onto him, your head buried deep at the nape of his neck. Noir let go of his web for a moment, his eyes widening when he felt your breath against his clothed neck. Your scream was what alerted him to what he'd done. He dodged an incoming car, and swung away, the thugs were still hot on your trail. "What—Why are these people so determined on killing me?"

"You pissed off the wrong people," He replied, "Honestly, salute for that. I admire how honest you are."

A look of realisation crossed your eyes. "Ah—That stupid, New Year's party," He chuckled, it was amusing watching you realise what might've ticked them off. "Honestly I'm starting to regret the whole 'honesty is the best policy' attitude." You replied, "What would getting rid of a singer even do for them?"

Noir ducked into an alleyway, making sure that he did after swinging between different buildings, ensuring that you lose that car. "It's suppose to be some kind of statement. You know. Make it seem like the working class is weak and divided. Tyrannical work, if you ask me." He swung back on a regular street, one much calmer than the one before. Your face contorted, and you frowned. He found himself getting upset. "We have to make sure you are safe for a bit, you can't go back to your house." He added, "Is there anywhere else I can take you? Anyone that could help? Husband? Fiancée?"

"I...don't have anyone." You reply, blushing. "I have an apartment...it was my mother's. I used to stay in it before I got big. No one knows where it is. You can take me there."

"Gladly."

You were queit silent after giving him instructions, gasping and letting out queit noises whenever he went too fast. Noir tried his best to make you feel safe and secured. He did not want to frighten you. You've experienced enough fright for one night.

"There, that balcony!" Once he spotted where you'd been pointing, he swung over and set you down. It was queit. Very queit, but not in a threatening way. He waited a few minutes, supporting your body until you were able to stand on your own. "You're queit touchy, Mr. Noir." You joked, and Noir blushed, instantly looking to the side. "Apologies, I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable."

"You didn't." Once you were standing up on your own, he saw you reach for some keys, inserting one small one into the keyhole on the balcony door. "You saved my life. I owe you..well, my life." You said, unlocking it. "Truly, I am unsure how to..repay you."

You opened the door, and entered, kicking off your shoes. "Would you like to come in for a drink..I still need to know about those guys.." You looked back, but there was no one in the balcony.

"Spidernoir?" You called out, stepping out into the cold winter breeze. He reappeared once again, hanging upside down from the roof.

As much as it pained him, he had to say it. "I'd love to have drinks, but I have to go...make sure they won't be bother to you for the time being." He had webbed one of the henchmen when you were back at the club, he needed to retrieve him before any of his friends think of coming back to cover their tracks.

You stepped closer to him, "Ah, I..I understand. I..Thank you for saving me. I can't show the amount of my gratitude." His eyes twinkled. You looked like a single, most beautiful rose underneath the pale moonlight. Looking at you made his chest tighten, and his tounge twist. "It's..my duty, and all." He replied, the blush on his face increasing as you moved a little bit closer. Your face was mere inches from his.

Your fingers traced his neck, and you hooked your finger around the hem of his mask. Noir tensed up, unsure if he was feeling light headed from hanging upside down or from your touch.

"May I?" You asked, and he immediately knew what you were asking for. All he could muster was a nervous 'You can.' as he watched you pull his mask down.

You set it on the bridge of his nose. Curiosity was killing you, you wanted to know who it truly was underneath the mask. Who was the man that saved you from being an imitation of a slice of swiss cheese?

He felt the wind on his face, cooling down his heated skin. That didn't last long, when he felt your hands on the exposed part of his jaw and cheeks. You leaned in, and when he felt your lips against his, he almost let go of his web. Your lips felt tender and soft, your kiss ignited him and the sensation filled him with warmth he'd never felt before.

"There. Your reward." You whispered as you pulled away, leaving him enjoying the bliss you've just bestowed upon him. You adjusted his mask for him, and his hat fell by your feet. When he opened his eyes, he pulled himself up snd then dropped himself on the balcony, standing on his feet. You picked up his hat, extending it to him, but he shook his head. "Keep it. A souvenir of our meeting."

"I'd like to see you once more. I need to know—"

"You will see me." He replied softly, the wind blowing his coat dramatically. "I will look out for you. Till this whole thing blows over. Then you can return my hat."

You beamed at him. "I think I'll keep it."

Goodness, he was going to go thank those thugs for making the two of you meet.

"I'll see you around then, Noir." You tiptoed and kissed his cheek, heading back inside.

"See you around, Songbird."

"Ah, don't call me that." You chuckled, as you grabbed onto the handel to close the balcony.

"Songbird is what those higher ups call me, simply because they can't be bothered to know me. You can call me by my name."

BONUS:

THE DAILY BUGLE

SPIDERNOIR SPOTTED AT UNDERGROUND CLUB, BREAKING THE PROHIBITION ACT AND KIDNAPPING NATION'S BELOVED SINGER 'SONGBIRD'

...whose whereabouts are unknown. May they be safe and sound. Police investigation are being held as of this moment.

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