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sbadaboo · 11 months ago

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⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Matched up

(Bada Lee x reader)

C/w : crude language, forced marriage, matchmaking, homophobia is implied, abusive parents, parental abuse (minor violence), drug mentioned, smoking…

A/n : just some warning

-> this story will be a series so don’t worry if the characters seem to hate each other, it won’t stay that way

-> I’d like to remind y’all that English is not my first language and that I make a lot of mistakes (I simply hope it won’t be noticeable or troublesome)

-> This is a fanfiction, none of the events are based on real life events and I even if the characters have the names of real people, they have been used purely for fictional purposes.

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You lighted a cigarette and placed delicately in between your lips, with a quick movement, that perfectly reflected how smoking was a habit for you. You were in your own bubble and with how peaceful you looked, it was complicated to guess the actual atmosphere around you.

Indeed, the music was pounding in your ears and the laughter and screams of the people around you could almost cover the loud music. Almost. But still, you weren’t moving, it was just you and your cigarette and also the two entire bottles of alcohol that you had just finished two minutes earlier. Honestly, you were just drunk and all the people trying to talk to you just seemed so far away.

Oh, how much you loved your life.

Nothing was better than enjoying life with your friends at 3 a.m on your yacht.

You loved your friend.

You loved your yacht.

And you loved being drunk.

And that’s with these enjoyable thoughts that you drift off to sleep, a cigarette still trapped between your lips and a faint smile on your lips.

Hands were on your body and you could hear your name being called. You were being shaken so hard by those hands that you couldn’t help but wake up. As you slowly opened your eyes, the sun filled your vision and all you could do was growl in discomfort. You squinted a little before actually noticing your surroundings. Your friends were all sleeping in different parts of the boat, in positions that didn’t look comfortable at all. Your eyes then followed the hands on your body just for them to fall on the face of your own mom.

“What the fuck are you doing here ?” You asked, your voice rough from your hangover and from how much you screamed the lyrics of some stupid songs yesterday.

“Language !” She squeaked before lifting you up, abruptly from where you were lying, making you grimaced and completely dizzy.

She then started shaking you again with a displeased scowl on her face.

“S-stop… stop !” You exclaimed, removing her hands from your body and taking a step back. You then straightened your clothes and looked her dead in the eyes before asking : “What do you want ?”.

But perhaps the tone didn’t please her because the disgust could be read in her eyes and without a second thought, she slapped your cheek.

Your reaction showed the signs of a routine. You were used to your mom lashing out on you and because of that, you didn’t bat an eye at that slap, you just waited for her to tell you what you did wrong this time.

“How dare you be here instead of at the date I took days planning for you ? ” she screamed. “Your…” she looked around, pointing an accusatory finger at the mess that your friend and you had made the night before. “Your lifestyle is starting to spread among the good families and your chances of getting married keep on decreasing. You little ungrateful brat, you don’t know how much your existence is tarnishing my reputation. ” You listened to her ranting but after a while, you couldn’t help but yawn which she noticed immediately. “I’m going to find a husband to tame you and after that you can say goodbye to partying, getting drunk because you’ll be too busy carrying your husband's kids.”

You tried your hardest to not gagged because what your mother was describing seemed like the deepest part of hell.

You were 24 for fuck’s sake. You had your own business that was making so much profit but all your mom cared about was the fact that you were an unmarried woman enjoying her youth.

“I don’t have time to think about marriage.” You simply answered and to that she slapped you again.

“Don’t raise your voice at me !” She said before turning on her heels, going back from where she came from.

You knew she was up to something and you weren’t that excited to find out what was her new way to ruin your life.

Sighting, you slowly sat on the floor, suddenly too tired to stand.

“Your cheeks must hurt a lot.” You heard a voice mumbling close to you, making you flinched.

“God, you scared me !” You gasped. “When did you wake up ?” You asked Yunjin who was still lying on the floor.

“I mean… your mom screams a lot.” She giggled.

“I know… she’s so annoying.” You answered.

Bada’s life was perfect.

She truly had nothing to complain about. She had started her business 3 years ago and it had flourished so fast that she was known among the most notorious circles. What was her company ? She was the boss of a prosperous matchmaking company for wealthy people.

And she was truly popular. All the affluent figures were passing through her to find a good match with an equivalent prosperity since rich people don’t mix with the plebeian.

There was something that she was so proud of : she never failed to create a good couple where both parties were beneficial for each other.

Today, she had a new meeting with a mother who wanted to find the perfect match for her daughter. Usually, her employees would take care of that but when she realized that the woman was a part of the Shin family. She was such an influential person and if she managed to marry her daughter to a good man, that would make her business skyrocketed.

The woman that entered the place was an elegant middle aged woman. She had a smile that looked friendly but also quite cold. She was an intimidating woman and Bada was really curious about what her daughter looks like.

Bada stood up to bow slightly, indicating the couch in front of her with her hands for the woman to sit. And once the woman was sitting, Bada followed on the other couch.

“I heard that you were capable of miracles.” Said the mother without introducing herself, not that she needed to.

“I’m flattered by your words Mrs. Shin.” Chuckled Bada.

“Those are not my words though. Not yet but I would love to see if the rumors are true.” She said before searching for something in her bag while Bada tried not to show any discomfort by what she had just said. “This is my daughter.” She said showing a photo on her phone.

Bada took a look at it and she found a beautiful girl, smiling widely at the camera. If this was the appearance of her daughter, Bada was sure that there would be no problem to find her a good husband, as long as she was not as rude as her mother.

“Don’t be fooled by her appearance, she’s a debauched woman.” Scoffed Mrs. Shin and Bada couldn’t help but be shocked by the way this woman was talking about her daughter.

“There’s nothing I can’t do.” Bada finally said respectfully. “I would simply need a meeting, and I’m sure I can find someone fit for your daughter.”

“I’ll leave it in your hands then.” Declared the middle aged woman as she stood, leaving the contact information of her daughter on the table.

Bada bowed a last time, feeling slightly uneasy about what was coming.

You laughed loudly as you received a text from your mother saying that she enrolled you in a matchmaking program. You couldn’t believe it, she had actually lost her mind. How dare she put her nose in her daughter's private life like this ?

A few days after this text, you had received an email from “HeartSync” and you assumed it was this matchmaking program your mother was talking about. The mail mentioned a meeting but you didn’t bother reading it entirely and to be polite, you answered simply that you were busy with no time for a meeting. You thought that would be enough but, oh, how wrong were you.

The following day, you received a mail destined to you at your workplace but when you realized where it was coming from you simply tore it apart before throwing it in the trash, not thinking much about it.

It lasted a week. For a whole week, you received mails and letters, always more persistent than the preceding one. It felt like you needed to get a restraining order against this HeartSync company. But at least you were only receiving letters that could be thrown or deleted quickly so you didn’t care that much.

You wanted to slap yourself just for thinking that because you just had brought the worst luck upon yourself.

The following week, while you were working in your office on the floor above the showroom you own, your assistant walked in. For a second, you thought that she was bringing another letter but that was before she opened her mouth :

“Someone is waiting outside and she is saying that you two have to talk. Should I let her in ?”

“Is she someone I know?” You asked instead of answering.

“I don’t think so.” She said after pondering for a second.

You hummed, thinking before allowing your assistant to open the door. If it was someone dangerous then the bodyguard standing outside of your office would step in within a second.

Your assistant nodded before getting out, probably to tell the woman outside to come in. As the door opened a second time, it was not your assistant who entered but a woman who had a slender body and was wearing a nice and fitting black suit. Her hair was black with some hidden blonde hair under the top layer of strands. She was pretty, you thought. But the minute you saw her smile, you changed your mind, she was actually gorgeous even though there was something unsettling about that smile but you simply couldn’t point it out.

With as much respect you could gather, you invite her to sit on the chair in front of your desk.

Bada looked at you up and down, taking notice of your clean and elegant look that she could guess was a Chanel tweed jacket. You seemed to be quite a glamorous and well put together lady which surprised Bada, still having in mind the words that your mother used to describe you.

“My name is Lee Bada.” She said after realizing the silence. “I am the CEO of HeartSync, perhaps you have heard through all the mails that have been sent recently.”

Your smile completely fell off. Of course, she was sent here by your mom. You signed, slightly massaging your temples, suddenly feeling exhausted.

“I don’t think I need to guide you to the door.” You said coldly.

“I guess marriage is a sensitive topic for you. It’s okay, I’ve met a lot of people like you.” Claimed Bada.

“Oh ? And did you invade their workplace with importunate mails too ?” You snickered.

Bada’s smile stayed unwavering but the hand on her thigh clenched slightly. “Well… It must have been quite bothersome and I apologize for that. However, I was simply doing the task that had been assigned by your mother. She really hoped that you could find a good partner and I’m here to help you with that.”

“You misunderstood something.” You answered her. “She doesn’t care if whoever I’m going to marry is a good person or not, she wants wealth and she’s tired of me tarnishing her reputation, that’s why she wants me to find a husband. Unfortunately for her, I couldn’t care less about what she wanted. And you, you’re a monster enriching yourself off of people’s desperation. I know exactly how your little business works. Personally? Good partner? You’re just creating couples with the same social status. Everything is about gaining more money and I’m not interested in that.”

Bada wouldn’t say that you were wrong. Actually, you were absolutely right. Bada’s job could be quite awful and she knew that what she was doing was more of a business contract than genuine love but how could you blame her, the matchmaking industry was giving her so much profit.

“Your mother thought that you would say that.” Eventually said Bada. “And she gave me a list of insults and threats to use to convince you.” She laughed a little. “However, that’s not really how I work. I want what is the best for my clients. It is true that a wedding is a way of improving wealth but what we prioritize is the human relationship. Allowing a matchmaking company to do the work will help you save time in your research. ”

What she said sounded like a business proposal and it was boring you to death.

“It is also important to say that we won’t throw you into a date so abruptly. Every month, we organized social gatherings for single people. Most of the time, the parents are present which helps us create bonds among the family and set up the future dates with the potential match approved by the family.”

This, however, peaked your attention. Your mom would be present at this social gathering? You tried to hide your mischievous smile as you quickly straightened your back.

“Wow ! Perhaps I misjudged your matchmaking company or whatever. When would that social gathering be held?” You asked.

“This weekend.” She replied.

“I see. Then I will see you there.” You responded, standing up, forcing Bada to stand up too, by politeness. You took her hand into yours, shaking it, making her spurt out a surprised noise. “It was a pleasure meeting you.”

And after you shoved her outside, making her completely overtaken by the situation but if her convicting speech actually worked then she could go back to work, the mind appeased. Little did she know that everything would go downhill this weekend because of you.

Bada spent the last few days working on this social gathering. Food, decorations, people. Everything had to be perfect for Mrs. Shin. It was a chance that she couldn’t let pass. If she managed to have the Shin family on her success list then everyone would rush to her company. It was her chance to become bigger and to destroy all competition.

She was glad the description that Mrs. Shin had made was completely wrong. Her daughter was everything but a debauched woman. You owned a showroom that was the place a lot of high end women were spending their time and money. You were really elegant but eventually, she noticed that you and your mother had the same witty attitude. But nothing was impossible for Bada, she was going to find the perfect man for you.

When the day finally came, Bada was feeling way more stressed than she ever had. Her hands were sweaty and she tried her best not to wipe them on her dress. For now, she looked quite put together with her black silk dress.

The room was already full of people but Mrs. Shin and her mother were nowhere to be seen. Perhaps they had found someone else? She thought. Was her service not good enough? Where had she messed up ? Perhaps you didn’t like how she talked to you the other day? She tried not to show her nervousness by greeting all the people present.

Fortunately, she saw the face of Mrs. Shin after an hour and she rushed to greet Mrs. Shin but she halted after taking a look at her face. She looked really displeased and Bada wasn’t sure what had angered her, but looking nervous couldn’t be an option and because of that, she walked up to her, bowing respectfully.

“I’m glad to see you here.” Said Bada, looking around, a little bit confused. “But where is your daughter?”

“She’s coming.” She snarled.

And coming, you were. You walked in like you owned the place and Bada should be offended by that, because she was the one actually owning the place. But how could she, when she was so captivated by your looks. You were radiating confidence, which she was not in that moment, making her feel self conscious about herself. While she was pretending to have it, you were not acting. However, her awe quickly disappeared when she realized why your mother was making that face. You were wearing a black dress, a really pretty dress but also a very short one, clearly not the type of dress you were expecting to see in a high end social gathering where sophistication was required. The dress had a lace corset integrated that made your bust parts see through. It was indecent. That was the only word that could describe this outfit.

She walked up to her mom, standing right behind her to bow slightly at you but on your face, no sign of respect could be seen.

“It’s a pleasure meeting you again,hm…” she started, trailing off at the end of her sentence.

“Lee Bada.” Reminded the matchmaker.

“Yes ! That’s your name.” You giggled, knowing it would annoy your mother. And you were right, you felt her glare piercing your skin. You looked elsewhere to hide your smile and you noticed something interesting. “Well if you’ll excuse me, I would love to go around and say hi.”

Bada looked pleased to know that you were going to get involved in this social gathering however, your mother was frowning her eyebrows like she knew your polite act was nothing but a facade.

You saw someone in the distance that you recognised right away and quickly excused yourself to go stand by his side, knowing that it would surprise him.

“ Are you looking for a wife?” You asked from behind and when he turned around, his dull eyes suddenly sparkled.

“No fucking way, you’re here too ?” Replied Wonbin, a smile on his lips.

“Unfortunately.” You answered, standing next to him. “But it’s more surprising to see you here. How did your parents convince you?”

“They said that if I didn’t come, they would make me go back to their house to live with them.” Sighed Wonbin.

“I’m so glad my mom has not resorted to that yet. That’s the most terrifying threat ever.”

Wonbin could only nod in agreement. He wishes he was like and could find a way to emancipate himself from his family but starting business was not as easy as it used to be. Until now, he had been forced to live off his family allowance and it was hell. Seeing you here was the best gift the universe could offer.

“But why are you here?” He asked after pondering. “It’s not like your mother has something she can use against you since you’re totally independent from her.”

“I’m not here to look for a husband,”you answered truthfully. “I want to make sure my mom will never pay a matchmaker for me.”

Wonbin seemed hooked by what you just said and you two started a conversation about how parents should leave their adult children alone and not force them to get married.

Bada looked at you two from afar and she couldn’t be happier. If you managed to sympathize with someone, it meant that this event was a total success. The stress finally left her body for a few minutes but of course, something had to go wrong.

Bada felt a presence in her back and she quickly turned around to find Mrs. Shin with a scowl on her face.

“Stop these two from talking.” She growled.

“Hm…why ?” Asked Bada, since she couldn’t understand what was wrong.

“That’s one of her friends.” She responded, annoyed. “It’s one of her drinking partners. I refuse for them to be seen together. It will just destroy her image even more. Keep an eye on her and make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid.”

Bada quickly understood and she walked up to you, clasping her hands together.

Coming back to you. You were still talking vividly with Wonbin, letting him keep you up with the recent gossip.

“You know who else has been dragged here ?” He asked with a playful smile.

“Don’t make me guess. Tell me.” You declared, frowning a little.

“Well… first it seems that you two had the same dress code because she’s wearing a really sluty dress too.”

You pondered for a while, trying to think of which one of your friends had as horrible parents as you and Wonbin. But you didn’t have time to actually get the answers out of Wonbin because you felt someone coming to your side.

Lee Bada was here, wearing her usual smile. “Mr. Park, if you will excuse us. There’s some people who would like to meet Ms. Shin.”

You faked a whine, looking at Wonbin with pleading eyes and he answered by lifting his hand, reaching for you but you were too far. Once you guys were done with your dramatic act, you turned to Bada who was still smiling at you. You had to lift your head a little to make sure you were looking at the woman in her eyes since she was at least a head taller than you.

You finally realised why Bada was so unsettling for you. It was a customer smile and they were actually nothing genuine about it. Bada’s smile was as fake as the relationship she was creating. She was not different from the other rich people in your life. You still followed her to where she was bringing you and of course, you walked up to some insignificant man who was only looking at your breast.

This conversation was the most boring thing you had done this evening. After the mas started to talk about his income, you completely stopped responding, letting Bada, who didn’t seem to want to leave your side, filling up the gaps.

After fifteen minutes of hell, you noticed someone with a really short red dress walking in front of you and winking at you. It pass unnoticed by the two talking in front of you but you noticed it right away.

“Im going to the bathroom.” You murmured in Bada’s ear before going immediately not letting her stopping you.

Bada left her gaze lingering on you before going back to her boring conversation with this guy (she had already forgot his name).

You entered the bathroom, full of people, and went ponding right away on one of the stalls doors where you could see shoes that you recognised. The women in the bathroom quickly walked away, outraged by such a display of rudeness.

You didn’t care and when the door unlocked and you saw the woman who had walked in front of you earlier, you smiled. At first Wonyoung looked pissed but when she realised who it was, she giggled, reassured.

“You have no manners.” She exhaled, walking past you to the sink and washing her hands. You watched as Wonyoung dried her hands and then proceeded to apply a new layer of lipstick. Making sure that no one was watching, you got something out of your bag and when Wonyoung noticed what it was, her eyes widened. “Are you suicidal? Why do you have that here?”

She tried to take what eas in your hands but you were quicker, moving the little plastic bag to your other hand.

“Don’t you want to have a little party with me?” You asked, feeling playful and agitating the little container.

“You’re not serious right now?” She huffed.

“I’m dead serious but I’m not crazy enough to do weed in this public place.” You said putting the weed sack in your bag. “However, when we’ll be out of here, you, Wonbin and me…” you said, letting the end of your sentence unsaid, knowing that she would immediately understand.

“You don’t know how much I would love that.” She mumbled. “But my parents are here and I can’t go anywhere untill I have a wedding contract or something.” She said, apologetically.

“Don’t worry. I have a plan.”

She tilted her head in confusion and you approached your mouth near her ear to murmur something that made her giggle immediately.

“Let’s do that !”she exclaimed, already exiting the bathroom, feeling excited. You walked behind her, letting your gaze admiring her dress that was completely in lace. “Stop looking at my ass.” She said like she could see you.

“I can’t help it, your dress is even shorter than mine.” You uttered in awe which makes her laugh.

As you got back in the main hall, you immediately went to the bar where everyone could see you. You walked past your mother and Bada who was probably blaming the young woman who had letting you escape. You almost felt bad for what you were about to do to her. Almost. It’s not like Bada cared about you that much, you were sure it wouldn’t hurt her.

“Hm… I think we need to grab everyone attention.” You whispered to Wonyoung.

“Don’t worry. I got it.” She whispered back.

She looked at the bar behind her and she then dropped a tray of glasses on the floor, which resonated loudly in the room making everyone look in this way. She didn’t loose a second, she quickly grabbed your cheek before kissing you passionately. It didn’t even catch you off guard since you had planned that, you kissed her back with as much passion you could gather.

Shocked gasps quickly filled the room and even the classical music stopped playing. Everyone was looking at the two women kissing, offended by such an act. It seemed that only Wonbin was appreciating the show, sipping slowly his champagne.

Your mom was the first to move, wanting to separate you two quickly and save a little bit of her reputation but Bada had longer leg and she grabbed your arm quicker. She was dragging you outside, you realised.

“I’ll see you tonight, my love !” You shouted at Wonyoung.

“I already miss your lips !” She screamed back, laughing. You saw her giving a head tilt to Wonbin who answered with a thumbs up.

You were before the exiting doors and finally Bada let go of your arm, violently.

“What the fuck.” She muttered but you heard it and it made you snicker. So this woman wasn’t as stiff as she pretended to be. “W-why would you that ?” She asked in desbelief.

“Do what?” You responded, innocently.

“You know !” She shouted, her cheeks red, clearly embarrassed to say that out loud. “I thought you agreed to come here. I thought it was okay.”

“Then you’re probably stupider than you look.” You claimed, smiling.

“Excuse me?” She huffed, clearly offended by your words but she didn’t have time to retort anything since your mon emerged from the hall, looking angrier than usual.

Your mother looked at you with such a disappointed and disdain look that you almost felt bad. Almost and then you remembered that you mom insisted on you being here and she bro that on herself.

She sighed, she wanted to scream at you but you were still in public and looking at you disgusted her so much. She just decided to give up.

“Just go.” She declared and you cheered loudly, making her even more angry but you didn’t care, you were finally free.

You quickly exited the place, leaving the two women alone.

As soon as Mrs. Shin gaze met Bada’s, the young woman bowed trembling.

“I deeply apologise…” she whispered but she was quickly cut off.

“No need. I shouldn’t have trusted you to do the impossible. You’re pathetic company has way more fame than needed. I was fooled by everyone’s opinion, you’re just another new money person thinking you can scam the high end world. Let me tell you something, with my words, I give you a week before you go bankrupt.”

Bada took a little time to process the threat and she realised how much those words coukd

impact her. She quickly readjusted herself and grappled Mrs. Shin hands, who, disguised, freed herself immediately.

“Please give me another chance ! I did a mistake but it won’t happen anymore.” Shouted Bada but Mrs. Shin wasn’t listening and made her way to the exit. “Please give me a month ! Just a month and you daughter will be married.”

This, however, grabbed her attention. She turned around, letting her cold gaze meeting Bada’s pleading eyes.

“You’ll find her a husband ?” She asked.

“I manage a marital company. It’s my job to create marriage.”

Mrs. Shin let the offer pondering in her mind before nodding, giving Bada a last chance.

“You have a month.” She reminded the woman.

“I won’t disappoint you.” She murmured, closing her eyes, feeling reassured.

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bunnyabricot · 4 months ago

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Jealousy

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✧ pairing : Chocol x f!reader

✧ warning(s) : quite heated making out, reader being jealous, suggestive dancing, age gap, pet name (doll, love)

✧ summary : You got invited in the show street woman fighter 2 since you are a dancer in the selected crew, Wolflo. You didn’t expect to have so many emotions during your journey, some pleasing other not, along with some truths being revealed.

✧ words : 5.1k

✧ a/n : Sorry for any spelling/grammatical mistakes English isn’t my first language</3

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Today was the big day. You and your team, Wolflo, were fortunate enough to be selected to participate in a dance competition tv show broadcasted internationally, and today was the first day of the recording.

No need to say you were basically screaming hysterically when your crew leader, Halo, revealed the fantastic news to everyone. You felt like all this hard work and passion was finally paying off and you swore you had tears building up in your eyes when she told the team that you were invited to the show. Your heart swelled from pride and excitement.

Currently, you are apprehensively making your way in the intimidating silver building mentally supported by your crew at your sides. The tall structure standing proud along the others opponents as it was displaying a big “Mnet” sign at the very top of it, the name of the production company.

You are surprisingly nervous, your breath being caught in your throat as your heart is palpitating too fast for your own good. You don’t even recognise yourself, you are normally self assured and cold minded during important events. Apparently doing a dance tv show was your limit. How could you not ? You will meet several dance legends and be watched by millions of people worldwide, you have the right to be scared, honestly you think everyone is.

You let Halo asks the directions at the front desk as you carefully analyse the plain but chic interior as you cross your arms and bounce your leg up and down. Haechi seems to notice your nervous state, she smiles tenderly, amused by your nervous behaviour and passes an arm around your shoulders reassuringly. “Don’t be nervous Y/n.” She whispers softly to you with a soft smile displaying on her kind face. Haechi is like a big sister to you, she has seen you through tears and laughters and she was and still is always by your side. You firmly intend to keep it that way forever.

Sadly, it was loud enough for Chocol to catch it. “Aw is Y/n scared of cameras ? Don’t worry just be pretty as you always are doll.” She coos sarcastically while leaning towards you. “As if.” You sheepishly smile despite you and roll your eyes, quickly uncrossing your arms.

Chocol was also one of your dearest friend. She loved to tease you unconditionally, which earned you some blushes and brain freeze moments. You could not lie this woman is charming and gorgeous and you swear that one day she will be the death of you one way or another.

You silently follow your team as you head towards your crew’s dressing room with Haechi’s arm still around you protectively while everyone is laughing warmly and chattering about what could be coming.

Halo opens the door of your lodge and you hear your friends gasp in awe at the sight of the place. Since you are behind your friend group and can’t see, you quickly shove the elders away, as you like to call them affectionately, to take a glimpse of the room. Your face lights up in happiness at the view of the personalised room. “It’s so cool !” Haechi exclaims detaching herself from you to explore the cosy place further.

Chocol almost immediately replaces Haechi’s previous position. She carefully leans her head into yours and her arm tightly envelopes your frame. “I like it.” She comments, her captivating brown eyes observing the overly paprika space in deep thoughts. “Me too..” You almost inaudibly utter, however your eyes were not focused on the area, but rather on the attractive woman by your side. The way she is touching your waist with her cold slender fingers, how her shampoo fills your nostrils with this delicate floral scent only her could own.

You were disturbed by her, and it was not new to anyone. You were aware of your relatively new feelings for her since a few months now. You told Haechi and she thought you were pulling a prank on her at first. That’s how bad it is..

The thing is, there is quite an age gap between you two, with you being Wolflo’s maknae and her being in her 30’s. Also the fact that she was acting like a big sister to you, or rather from her point of view. What could seems harmless to her like teasing only you specifically, caring for you and complimenting you, from your perception, made you fall even harder for her.

You know she does not take you seriously, you even doubt the fact that she sees you as a woman at all in fact, but a part of you hope that one day she’ll realise how mature and beautiful you truly are.

Time passes and the screen in the orange dressing room suddenly lights up indicating that it’s finally your turn to go in the “fight zone” as the production called it. A few days ago, you had to react to the participants and tell your opinion on each crew and its members. Today was the day you will all face each other and know how the other dancers see you.

You can’t lie you were kind of anxious at what people could say about you. Compared to your crew you had a different.. Vibe. You love to dance to kpop and sexy choreographies whereas the others despise it. Expect Mini which will gladly do a tiktok with you for a kpop challenge, you love her for that !

At first, you opted for ballet, which you didn’t really like but your mom absolutely wanted you to dance. Your remains of ballet made you the “acrobat” of the crew, every time there is a move that require agility your job is to do it, which you gladly execute, split, bending, arching, and so on, you love techniques.

No matter what, you definitely look apart from them as if you were a puppy that Halo picked up from the side of the road. You definitely have some flow otherwise you wouldn’t be in Wolflo, but you surely don’t look like you do. With your tight clothes and pastel colours you look rather different.

You stand up from the couch, take a long deep breath and make your way to the fight zone with your team following your leader.

Your eyes shot open as you observe your surroundings, the place was gigantic. You take a look at your right only to see a pit downstairs with rows and a few heads trying their best to take a peek at your upcoming team. You huff out some air to regain your composure and try your best to act nonchalant about it.

As your crew is going downstairs coldly with a heavy aura you could hear whispers and remarks flying through the arena. “Huh ? Cherry is so pretty !” You manage to hear as you pass by the teal coloured team, Bebe. You glance quickly at the author of this comment, a girl with blonde hair and from her name badge, a piece of paper hanging on her top, the girl’s name is Tatter.

Cherry was your artist name. You chose it because you tough cherries were elegant and dark but beautiful and cute at the same time, they were truly as polyvalent as you.

“She looks like a princess with her knights or an idol with her bodyguards.” Capri from the group Ladybounce notices to her friends amused by the contrast between you and the other members.

You don’t even have the time to go to your assigned seats when a video suddenly appears on the big screen at the top of the room taking you all by surprise. The crew evaluation video.

You turn your heels, fully facing the screen. The video starts and you see two girls from the purple crew, Ladybounce. The one with a long blonde bob and gorgeous lips painted a dark colour reacts excitedly with her ginger friend when she hears about Baby Sleek’s appearance in the show. The eldest woman giggles at the cute groupie-like reaction from the two.

It’s true that Baby Sleek is a legend in the dance community, her battles are iconic and smooth and she flows like water on the dance floor.

“This group is terrifying !” A girl with a hime cut puts her hand on her mouth as she looks at the revealed crew in astonishment. “I would never ever dare messing with them.” Another girl from the same crew with an insane face card states uneasy. The groups all react in heartfelt laughters at the poor terrified girls as they both blush in embarrassment.

“This team is all aces..” Someone with pink hair from the leafy green group DeepNDap praises. Your crew feel their hearts swelling up in pride, deeply touched. “But.. Isn’t Cherry out of place ?” The girl finishes her deadly sentence turning to her teammates snorting.

Your former laughter allows your mouth to freeze open in an baffled grin. You expected this to be honest but it still hurts especially with the mocking laugh of the girl who just sounds like those rude popular girls in American series.

Mini defends you “She is in the right place don’t worry !” She shouts from the centre of the room to DeepNDap, offended for you and feeling protective over the youngest member. Chocol also glares at the bubblegum haired girl menacingly, she didn’t like when other people annoyed you, only her could, especially if they just do it to be mean.

“To be honest I think they are over-dated.” The leader from the previous group adds. “Yeah, their dance style is too old.” A girl with bangs and long black hair agrees with her.

Halo scoffs “They don’t even know the difference between old and classic..”. You turn to her and smile in a reassuring way. It’s true that to the unknowing eyes your dance style could be seen as boring or repetitive, but in reality, it is smooth and impressive, truly an unbeatable dance style. People often take it back once they see the fierce battler of your team, Baby sleek floating on the dance floor with wavy but precise movements, killing her opponents with an impeccable flow.

“I can’t help but feel as if Cherry isn’t experienced enough for this team, she doesn’t have their flow when she dances.” A girl with blonde hair from the sunny yellow crew Manequeen declares with mixed feelings.

You nod firmly in acknowledgment forcing the corner of your mouth downwards as you shut your lips tightly. You knew this wouldn’t be easy yet you still suffer from it.

The screen turns off, you don’t wait a second to unconsciously bolt to your seat. The harsh critics of the other participants apparently affected you more than you thought as your crew watch you go, or more like escape, hurriedly. Honestly, you couldn’t bear the thought of being the centre of attention in the middle of the room in such a vulnerable state, which explains your sudden leave.

You crew soon arrives next to you and you all stay oddly still, everyone a bit shocked at the severe commentaries. All of you are strong women, a few mean comments surely couldn’t bring your mood down this much. You all expected it but despite it, it seems that it significantly affected you more than you thought it would as a deep silence lives in the tense atmosphere.

After yours, only one group remained in the hall, the renowned Jam Republic. The group wasn’t an exception to the rule despite their popularity and the anticipation dancers have from them as they faced vivid criticism and one of their dancer even got the most no-respect votes of all participants.

After their evaluation video, the presenter joins you with his note cards. You take a deep breath as the apprehension settles in. “Hello and welcome to Mnet’s official dance serie, Street Woman Fighter 2. I’m your host King Daniel.” The man starts almost solemnly and the crowd cheers, excited by the upcoming trial.

“We will immediately start with the no respect battle. The first dancer is.. 1Million Redy !” He exclaims energetically.

A girl with a beanie and a hime cut, the same one that you saw in the video, approaches the dance area confidently.

She teases her opponent, choosing to face the leader of Bebe, Bada, a tall girl shining with such confidence and charisma that it is scary. You wonder if she has a death wish.

As the dance battle begins, your group’s spirit brightens up, you take part in the animated tone of the room, cheering in awe at every technique or impressive move that the dancer does.

The host counts down and the music changes, indicating Bada’s turn. You can’t help but stop breathing at every move from the woman, her skills are literally breathtaking and she makes the song fits her so well with powerful motions and merciless teasing hips thrusts.

The battle settles with a win for team Bebe with 3 votes for the cool leader, bringing her head downward and nodding in acknowledgement modestly despite her fervent battle.

“Well that was one hell of a start !” Yeni, your friend, exclaims with an astonished expression on her face, brows raised and mouth wide open. She is right, if this is just the start you can’t wait but expect a high level for the next battles.

“You’re so right, it’s gonna be a fun season ! Bada is so cool.” You agree with your teammate with your eyes shaping like crescent as you smile excitedly. “I’m better.” Chocol says indifferent, her gaze not leaving the dance-floor, You slightly hit her with your elbow, with a knowing smirk on your face, rather amused by your friend competitive side. Chocol can’t help but feel reassured seeing you smile, she was grateful that the video didn’t affect you too much.

Battles passed, your throat was dry from all the screaming, especially draining it when it was your teammates’ turn, Mini, Yeni and Haechi. Mini won madly against team Tsubakill’s leader and your other friends also did. You were ecstatic as your constate the win streak on your team board.

“The next dancer is Manqueen Buckey.” The presenter announces. A girl with blond hair moves forwards confidently and takes the mic from the previous man.

“My no respect dancer is..” She walks even further, progressing to your row side. “Wolflo Cherry.” She looks directly at your with fierce eyes, you could tell that she thinks she is assured to beat you. No matter what you giggle, positively apprehensive at your first battle.

You team pats you on the back as your walk down the few steps. “Buckey why did you choose Cherry as your no respect dancer ?” The host asks. “I can tell that her level isn’t high enough, I’m not impressed.” She retorts almost immediately. You hear a few gasps and snorts from the simple but rough feedback.

You nod at the attack “I wish you good luck because as I can see from your current team board you will need it.” You simply states before walking back, positioning yourself. Buckey quickly looks back at her board, full of lose labels, feeling quite ashamed at the unfortunately true fact that you called out. Chocol smirks proud of your reply and your team, as well as the audience, all gasp at the boldness coming from their youngest member.

After a turn of spin the bottle, Buckey is finally decided to be the first one to start. A powerful song starts and you watch her do messy but strong movements, noticing that her specialty is probably krumping which is a genre of hiphop. Great, at least you will beat her at her own game. With your knowledge of hiphop, you could tell that she is lacking some energy for this dance style.

The song fades and another starts ‘Tomboy’ by Destiny Rogers. You smirk, this is the perfect song for you, it will totally illustrate the contrast between your hiphop moves and ballet techniques.

(Inspiration dance to help you visualise, if you can’t watch it, video is at the end of the post!!)

You begin the dance by walking up slowly, eyes fixated to your opponent which only intensifies the deep tone of your dance. You do ballet spins (instead of shaking your hair if you’ve seen the video) and cut them abruptly by precise movements flowing onto the melody of the music.

You audaciously mix classic hiphop and ballet, the what others could think opposite actually in harmony with the airy movements of classic hiphop in synergy with the lightweight ballet ones.

Your team cheers at you almost madly, eyes blown open at every seductive move that you manage to squeeze in.

Chocol’s jaw hangs low, blown away by your boldness, sure she knew that you were an extremely talented dancer and that your combination of style were your strength but she never saw you like this. Wild hair from your spins and twirls, fierce eyes wanting nothing but the win, strong gaze filled with determination, a thin layer of sweat from your passionate dancing and clothes ruffled from all the shuffling. It is as if she sees you in a new light.

She almost scolds her eyes for not being able to detach from you. She gulps as she watches you blowing a final kiss to Buckey, almost wishing that you blowed it to her instead. She takes a deep breath in trying to regain her composure, surely what happened was because of the heat of the moment, nothing more.

You stand in the middle of the room, next to Buckey, you were confident in winning and sincerely hoped that you did as you put your all into this battle.

“Judges, open your cards.” You bite your lips in anticipation of the results, what you didn’t see was a certain orange haired hiphop dancer side eyeing your act in agitation.

The 3 judges all reveal an orange card with your team name on it, indicating that you won 3-0. You grin brightly, proud that you didn’t disadvantage your team with a loss and broke the streak. Moreover, you showed everyone that you earned your place in Wolflo and that you are worthy of this team.

“Congratulations Y/n, I knew you killed it !” Haechi hugs you. Chocol can’t help but frown slightly, was Haechi always this close to you ? If something happened between you two she surely would have seen it, right ?

She takes a step forward, bringing her figure closer to yours. “You were..” She can’t seem to find the right words as you look at her with such shiny eyes, expectingly waiting for her next words. “Amazing.” Chocol finishes bluntly. She wanted to say that you were breathtaking, exceptional, mesmerising even, but the words were stuck in her throat as nervousness built up upon her. Instead she chose such ordinary words to untruthfully describe how your performance made her feel.

“Thank you Chocol.” You blush at the compliment from the woman you like and Haechi rolls her eyes playfully, knowing that you probably forgot that she was here as you always do when Chocol talks to you.

Chocol ruffles your hair before leaving to talk to Halo and you can’t help but be disappointed at this gesture that makes you feel like nothing but her little sister or a friend, and you wanted nothing to do with those two roles with her.

After your battle, there is a 15 minutes break for you all to regain your energy. You will gladly take it considering you feel as if your battle sucked the vital energy out of you.

During this time, Chocol tries to forget how she felt during your battle. She agrees with herself that it was weird but with a shook of her head she brushes it off. She probably got distracted seeing a beautiful woman dancing sensually, honestly she thinks anyone could understand that, that’s all.

After what felt like a 5 minutes pause, you go back to the fight zone, your team more determined than anything to keep winning battles.

A good amount of battles passed without nobody choosing you as their no respect dancer, you sheepishly wish to think that your performance have dissuaded them.

Finally, a woman with curly two toned hair and a tight black and white ensemble from team Tsubakill, Sayaka, chooses Chocol as her no respect dancer. You remember her like for sexy choreographies and suddenly start to sweat as you imagine Chocol seeing it on the first row.

Chocol is the first one to start. You are immediately immersed in her dance, her skilful moves showing the older woman’s years of experience with no doubt. You shout loudly as she even executes a breakdance technique. You’ve never thought that battles could be so thrilling but here you are with goosebumps on the back of your neck and pupils dilated in awe.

“Close your mouth you’re gonna drool on the floor.” Haechi whispers in your ear, suppressing a giggle. You immediately turn your head to the tall curly haired girl and hit her slightly on her side. “Shut up.” You mutter bashful, eyes going back to Chocol as quickly as they left her.

The host counts down and it is now Sayaka’s turn to battle. She starts off strongly, walking energetically with big steps and suddenly bending literally right in front of Chocol, her butt stuck on the previous woman.

If your jaw could fall to the ground, at that moment it would have. Your mouth is wide open with an horrified expression on your face. What you thought would only be a silly exaggeration of your mind of the worst case scenario actually happened in real life and you feel like screaming in despair.

You feel an uneasy feeling growing in your stomach noticing Chocol furrowing her eyebrows and puffing her cheeks like she couldn’t handle all that. Could you blame her ? No. She wasn’t yours and now at least it proves that she can react to suggestive dancing, just not yours. How you wish she could look at you with this much admiration and lust.

Little did you know that since your performance, Chocol’s feelings are growing for you troublingly quickly. But if she was being honest, she tried to shut them down at all cost for a while now.

In reality, the woman is feeling ashamed of crushing on their youngest member. Those emotions were here since months now and are now only finally revealing themselves. Poor Chocol is not able to control her heart’s desires despite her trying her hardest.

But how could she resist you when you are so nice to everyone, always dance with such passion and look so good in each of your carefully thought outfits.

For now, you try your best to put on a neutral face by clenching your fists tightly. You know that if you show a hurt expression, people would be asking questions, including Chocol.

It is now time to reveal the score “Judges, open your card.”. The judges reveal 3 orange cards. You force yourself to plaster a joyful expression on your face even with your shambled heart. You are grateful of the judges’ results for your team and are so proud of Chocol of course, but you sadly didn’t have the heart to smile spontaneously despite the happy occasion.

They announce a second pause after Chocol and Sayaka’s battle and you rush to your lodge, you are not able to handle seeing Chocol and Sayaka’s interact in front of you. If they did, you would rather not know and stay alone in ignorance.

Chocol shy smiles fades slightly as she observes you step out of the hall in a hurry. You didn’t even congratulate her which makes her quite disappointed but no matter what, it is unusual of you. She automatically follows your pace to check on you.

Because it is the second pause and that they didn’t have time in the first one, dancers from different groups are conversing, getting to know each other. That’s why Bada takes a step forward and opens her mouth to greet you but in your trance, you don’t even notice her, dark eyes fixated ahead. She immediately closes her mouth with a confused face. Chocol watches the scene unfolds from behind you and if she wasn’t so worried about you, she would snort.

You close the orange dressing room bitterly and fall onto the couch. You wrap your arms around your legs and lower your head on your knees making yourself as small as possible. Because that’s what you feel at this moment, miserable and pitiful. You don’t even want to cry because you knew from the start that it was hopeless and that Chocol could never see you as nothing more than a good friend. Yet, you still hoped until today.

Chocol hesitantly opens the door of your dressing room, she witnesses you rolled up in a ball on the couch and her heart breaks at the sight. She slowly makes her way next to you and wraps an arm around your waist carefully “What’s wrong love ?”.

You lift up your head, startled by the gentle arm around you and the voice of someone you know too well. “Chocol ?” You say unsure of the reason behind her presence, you were too engrossed in your melancholic thoughts that you didn’t even notice her coming in. “That’s me love.” She answers sweetly and gazes at you with such tenderness that you almost forget why you were even sad in the first place.

“Why are you here ?” You mutter. “I should be the one asking you this. I only followed you because I was worried.” She responds softly. “You were ?” She nods strongly with furrowed eyebrows wondering how could you even imagine the opposite. You rest your back against the backrest as you untangle your limbs, naturally relaxing in her presence.

“Why did you leave ?” She delicately takes your hand to comfort you and you melt at the gesture. Only her could make you feel this way. “Shouldn’t you be busy talking with Sayaka ?” You answer her question with another one. “What does it have to do with this ? Why would I be talking to her ? We only battled.” She explains, perplexed by what you could be thinking.

You sigh, this is ridiculous. You will finally say what you have to say, tell how you feel because obviously this hint game is conducting you nowhere. Your turn to face her “Look, when I saw you reacting to Sayaka’s dance.. I-”, you take a deep breath in as Chocol display a serious look on her face, fully listening to what you have to say. “I got jealous. No, I got more than jealous, I got heartbroken.” You finally reveal.

“Because, I like you Chocol, so much and you always treat me like your friend or worst your sister.” You lower your head ,not wanting to see the reaction of the woman before you. “I want you to see me as the woman that I am. Because I can be sexy and mature like any other woman your age. I want you to like me just like you like them.” You almost plead in despair.

Chocol slightly squeezes your hand that is still locked with hers “Y/n look at me.”. You shut your eyes tightly before raising your head and finally seeing her gentle gaze. Which reassures you a bit, at least she is not disgusted or angry at you.

“I could never like you like these women.” You exhale shakily at this revelation but she is quick to clarify. “Because I don’t. No matter how pretty they are or how sensually they can dance, I could never like them. Because I like you Y/n, a lot.” She admits and her pretty cheeks with those two moles that you love so, tints a light pink.

Your eyes shot open, you never even considered that those feelings could be reciprocated. You only told her to ease your burden and free your from a heavy weight, but now you learn that this weight was shared.

She softly strokes your cheek with her free hand and you gulp nervously, feeling your hands sweating as your temperature arises at her affectionate touch. You feel the older woman’s hand moves from your blushing cheek to the back of you head as she slowly leans into you. You don’t wait any longer after these lasting months of recurrently dreaming about it and passionately crash your lips against hers as electricity rushes trough your veins.

She lets go off your hand to put hers onto your waist and you impulsively change your position to straddle her lap. You are quick to realise your action and break the kiss to stare at each other in shock. As you are about to apologise and hide yourself in embarrassment, she fervently takes your lips back and pushes you closer to her body, chests touching.

She teasingly brushes her tongue on your lower lips and your mouth answers before you do as you open it just enough for Chocol to makes her way. You feel Chocol’s warm tongue clashing into yours and your brows gather together in neediness.

The way your body responds to her touch is almost as if you were made for each other. Each curves perfectly sculpted for her hands, each sounds you make harmonising with her tone, each scents, from your sweet perfume to your hair product, intoxicating her.

You both venture the other person’s body, stroking fondly as much corners as possible, from clothes, to skin, to hair, nothing is lacking attention.

Chocol’s hand rests on your thigh, often squeezing it when you suck on her tongue hungrily. You are so absorbed in the intimate kiss that you realise you lost track of time.

You reluctantly stop your make out session “Chocol we need to go back.”. She whines and hugs your waist as her head sets on your chest. She hears your heart beating rapidly from your doings and smirks sheepishly, enjoying greatly the effect she had on you, knowing sincerely that you makes her feel the same way.

You regretfully push her back and stand up from your spot on the couch while you extend a hand to her. Noticing her blown pupils, you couldn’t help but grin affectionately, admiring the woman before you. She sighs and takes your hand half-heartedly, not wanting to go back, only needing you.

“Are you still jealous ?” She overtakes you swiftly and winks at you teasingly. “I was not !” You retork flustered but she is already a great distance before you.

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gnabnahcsgf · 1 year ago

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"I love you more"

Pairing : Bada Lee x fem!reader

c/w : smuff, G!P, Bada has a very big penis, cum swallowing, pet names : 'baby', 'babygirl', 'honey', 'pretty girl', 'sweetheart', 'darling', 'my love'

a/n : again, this is extremely short, but bare with me, it's enjoyable

You took Bada's penis and made eye contact once more. You pushed Bada's penis to the side of your mouth, pressing against your cheek, making an imprint. Bada got turned on by this, and she thrusted her penis once more. You started to bob your head fast. "Fuck.. You are doing so good, babygirl.." Bada said, throwing her head back. You continued at the same pace. "Your throat is so tight.. Keep going, baby." Bada said getting closer to release. You liked being praised, so you continued. After a while, Bada came into your mouth with a loud grunt. You opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out, making the cum drip down to the side of your mouth. Bada leaned over and grabbed your neck. "Swallow." Bada said as you closed your mouth, swallowing it all. All while making eye contact with Bada. "Just like the little slut you are." You both lay in a comfortable silence for a couple of minutes, her hands running through your hair gently as you listen to the faint sound of her heartbeat. You look up at her with a big smile on your face. "You alright there, honey?" Bada asked, with a smile. "I just love you so much. You make me so happy." Your voice above a whisper. "Good, you deserve it, my love. And I love you more." Bada said, planting a kiss on your forehead. "Not possible." You whisper, snuggling up with her again, burying your head into her neck. "What was that, darling?" Bada asked. "I said not possible, because I love you more." You said. "Well, that's not just true now, is it, pretty girl?" Bada whispered in your ear. "I love you." You giggled, wrapping your arms around her. "I love you too, sweetheart." Bada whispered, planting a gentle kiss on your cheek.

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zvdvdlvr · 6 months ago

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Streetfighter frank castle who started fighting to make a few bucks after getting home. He didn’t have a wife or kids to go home too and he needed a break from his Marine brothers. Frank told himself he would only fight until he had just enough money to get himself a place and a job.

Streetfighter!Frank Castle who is put up against a short little thing for his first match ever. According to the sweaty announcer man, it was your first match. Now, after being in the military, Frank knew not to underestimate the opponent- it hust gave them the advantage- but you were small.

Streetfighter!Frank Castle who gets his shit rocked. Like, you just pushs him on the ground and shit all over him and then stepped on his balls. Frank didn’t even throw a punch before your small and clearly flexible body shot forward and wrapped around his ankle. You grabbed his thigh and shoved your head into his side before standing up and driving his body to the side, bringing him down.

Streetfighter!Frank Castle who seeks you out after you won a few other matches that night. He got your name and that was about it. You kept yourself quiet, choosing to collect you money and go instead of instigating another fight.

Streetfighter!Frank Castle who doesn’t sign up for any matches the next weeks- opting to watch you preform. As the fights went on and you were paired with better and more intelligent fighters, Frank watched your eyes flicker between your opponent’s wrists and stomach. Your feet moved fast. Your movements were practised and lethal- different from the men who just punched and kicked their way to victory.

Streetfighter!Frank Castle who finally opens up to you and you to him. Frank realizes that the more he talks to you, the more and more he wants your company. He doesn’t know why, but you interest him to know end. Frank thinks of what his buddy Billy would say: teasing him for being head over tits for some street fighter, asking Frank if you were hot, telling Frank he needs to grow the balls to make a move on you.

Streetfighter!Frank Castle who- eventually- gets a job as an (illegal) hitman who moves around every time he blinks. He leaves the night he told you of his new job, ripping his own self away from you.

Streetfighter!Frank Castle turned to Hitman!Frank Castle who finally swings back around the club years later. He learns that you picked up a job at a local bar doing more than what you originally signed up for. Frank also notices how some of his old buddies smiled slyly at him after he asked about you. They made sire to mention how you were still as single as you’d been all those years ago.

Streetfighter!Frank Castle turned to Hitman!Frank Castle who immediately recognizes you behind the bar. You had grown a few inches but still short. Along with your new hairstyle, Frank had noticed the blue and purple bruises dotting your face highlighted by the odd scars littering you body. He knew his feelings hadn’t faded one bit as you looked up and locked eyes with him.

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badasgirlfriend · 1 year ago

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Stolen Hoodie | Bada Lee Social Media Au

pairings: bada lee x shin nari

genre: enemies to lovers, black cat & golden retriever gfs, she fell first but she fell harder

in which a love story begins by a stolen hoodie

profiles: 4musketeers , golden trio

masterlist:

001, 002, 003, 004, 005, 006, 007, 008, 009, 010, 011, 012, 013, 014, 015, 016, 017, 018, 019, 020, 021, 022, 023, 024, 025, 026, 027, 028, 029, 030, 031, 032, 033, 034 ,035, 036, 037, 038, 039, 040, 041, 042, 043, 044, 045, 046, 047, 048, 049, 050, 051, 052, 053, 054, 055, 056, 056, 057, 058, 059, 060, 61, 62, 63, 64, 65, 66*, 67, 68, 69, 70, 71, 72, 73, 74, 75, 76, 77, 78, 79, 80

status: COMPLETE

started: october 2nd 2023

ended: november 27th 2023

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avocifera · 1 year ago

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BLIND - bada lee social media au

✶‘ pairings: bada lee x maria vitória delaqua - oc

masterlist. next.

teaser warnings: none

author notes: the first teaser is finally here…the first chapter will be written so i’ll try to make it perfect before posting! hope you guys enjoy it.

taglist is open! @bluebada @faatxma @bada-lee-ily @smh-anon @boombadabby @lovystar @badasgirlfriend @prilux @alexx-iia @prettygz @princhii @jesuschrist2006 @kdacase @pinksults @neuftaeng @maknaehyucks @imnotriri @aswho1estuff @froufrousnowman @kayascar @moonsvrse @b1ackbunny @badaslali @amararosesblog @taruusmoon

if you want to enter the taglist feel free to comment here or send me an ask!

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thewriteroflucifenia · 11 months ago

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Shameless self promotion. Do y'all want some cute family moments in your fanfic? Try mine.

"A collection of moments where Cammy was there for her many siblings. Whether it's protecting George from bullies, taking Decapre to the library, helping Noembelu with her vegetable garden, or literally carrying Marz through jungle foliage to safety, she has done her best to do right by her siblings (both blood and adopted).

While this mostly takes place between SF5 and SF6, there are some exceptions such as flashback chapters that will be labeled."

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sloth-babied · 2 years ago

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Speak to Me Softly

Shuri x POC reader

Summary: You avoid Shuri after an argument you had. A week after, you attend a street fighting tournament--something you promised her you wouldn't do again. When you come back home, you find Shuri waiting for you.

Shuri intends to confront you until you break down crying.

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It’s late—way too late. You hope Shuri’s asleep, though you know her well enough to sense she isn’t.

Your hand hovers over the door handle as you think of what you’ll tell her if she asks…when she asks. You can lie. You can tell her that the bruises on your face came from a mugging, and the bruises on your knuckles came from fending them off.

No, that won’t work. And even if it did, you aren’t particularly fond of the Black Panther roaming your hometown stalking citizens she suspects as your fictional muggers.

The point is, you can’t tell her about the tournament; not when you promised her you would stop. But god, you were itching to go back into the ring, especially after the argument you had with Shuri a week ago.

The fight between you two ended up causing a lot more damage than expected. The things you told each other replay vividly in your head. The only thing you found distracting was the local boxing gym you went to only a few blocks away. One thing led to another and a buddy of yours convinced you to attend a match in an underground tournament. You were at your worst at this point. Shuri wasn't talking to you either. Perhaps part of you did this out of spite.

Now here you are holding your breath as you slowly open the door to your apartment. It’s dark inside. Quiet.

Maybe she is asleep.

Before you turn on the flashlight on your phone, the lamp switches on with Shuri seated on the couch next to it. Shit.

You keep your hood on and stuff your hands in the pockets of your hoodie, ensuring she doesn't see the brutal marks on your body that weren’t there when she last saw you.

Flicking your eyes to the ceiling, your shoulders sway to the kitchen.

“Sit.”

You purse your lips, eyeing the fridge. Orange juice sounds a lot better than another argument. “I’m thirsty,” you murmur.

“I’m sure you are.” She tilts her head to the couch. “Put your bag down and sit.”

With a clenched jaw, you prevent your girlfriend from repeating herself for the third time. You remove the duffel bag from your body, drop it where you stood, and join her on the couch while keeping the distance between the two of you. Your forearms sit on your thighs as you lean forward, training your eyes on the black television screen ahead of you.

“Look at me,” she demands. Not even a ‘where were you?’

Your head doesn’t turn. You sit there with bated breath, unsure what to do. Your fingers fidget with each other beneath your pocket. You wish you hadn’t come back.

You hear Shuri inhale deeply before she shifts closer to you. She lays a hand on your knee, gently but firmly pressing your leg down to cease its bouncing.

“Baby.” Her voice is soft this time. So soft. “Can you let me see your face? Please?”

Your vision starts to blur. You don’t know why.

Shuri pulls down your hoodie while using her other hand to rotate your face toward her.

“You went back,” she states instead of questions.

You continue to avoid her eyes. You don’t need to see them to know they’re hued with disappointment.

“You told me you wouldn’t.”

A tear rolls down your cheek. You were thinking of all these excuses—all the things you could say to prevent this conversation from happening, and yet not a lick of it could escape your tongue.

She whispers your name. “Look at me, please.”

You don’t want to. Your lips can’t help but pout as you stubbornly keep yourself from crying. You just beat the shit out of your opponent two hours ago, and now you were close to breaking down in front of your girlfriend.

Nonetheless, you reluctantly bring your tired eyes to hers. There’s nothing but undeserved love in her dark brown eyes.

Fuck. Here come the waterworks.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. “I know that I- that I promised you I wouldn’t,” you’re all sniffles at this point, “and that it’s not good for me, and I—”

Shuri caresses your cheek. “Breathe, my love.”

“I was just…” Breathe.

Your girlfriend nods, encouraging you to continue.

“I was just frustrated because of the…” you try to slow down. “Because of the fight we had.”

Shuri hums in response, wiping some of the wetness from your face.

“And I know it’s not an excuse. It’s- it’s not. But when we weren’t talking…I just,” your lips quiver, “I didn’t know what to do.”

Shuri leans her forehead against yours.

“I didn’t know what to do,” you murmur, mostly to yourself this time. “I’m sorry.”

Shuri removes your hands from your pockets. Leaning away, she inspects the swelling. She kisses your right knuckle.

“We’re gonna have to discuss this.”

You look down at your lap. Your pants are soaked in salty tears.

Shuri lifts your chin up. “But we’ll hold off for now. Okay?”

Your shoulders drop and all you do is nod childishly, exhaling.

Shuri’s eyes are glossy. She hates seeing you like this. That’s why she made you promise to stop street fighting in the first place.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Shuri lets you sit in the bathtub as she helps bathe you. Every few minutes she’ll kiss your cheek, your temple, or your lips to assure you she isn’t mad.

She’s frustrated, obviously. However, seeing you break was enough for her to pause. Until she realized how anxious you were, she intended on confronting you and talking about the argument from the other night.

And it wasn’t solely tonight. You avoided her all week before today, too ashamed to face her after the things you said during your fight—too sad to face her after the things she told you.

Shuri wrings out the washcloth, observing you as you sit in thought. Your face always tattles on your feelings; a blessing and a curse.

“Did you win?” She asks, pulling you out of your head.

You look at her, eyebrows raised. “Hm?”

She smiles, pecking your lips. “Did you win, my love?”

You huff out a chuckle.

“Yeah.” You rub your nose against hers. “I won.”

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bountycancelled · 1 year ago

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in case any of you didn't know what my girlfriend looks like, here she is!

I've seen some (cough cough @badasgirlfriend @moonsvrse @waveartistry) claim that they're with her, so I just wanted to clear up any confusion luv xx

#bada lee #bada lee x oc #bada lee x reader #swf2 #street woman fighter 2 #bada lee fanfiction #bada #bada x reader #bountyrants #stellaspeaks

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phantomstatistician · 2 months ago

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Fandom: Street Fighter

Sample Size: 470 stories

Source: AO3

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sbadaboo · 1 year ago

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౨ৎ My weakness ౨ৎ

Bada Lee x Reader

Cw : Bodyguard!Bada x mafiaboss!reader; cold Bada, guns, blood (but not really mentioned), mafia, a little bit of fluff, a little bit of angst, violence, no smut

Warning : it’s my first time writing in English so it may not be good and I’m sorry for that.

Note : this would probably have more parts.

Synopsis : Bada is your favourite bodyguard and the only person that truly matters in yous life as a mafia boss and that makes her your only weakness.

The manor was basking in the soft light coming from the morning sun, the birds were chirping and overall everything looked peaceful, but if we payed more attention, we could see the actual chaos that the manor was going through.

A bunch of men were roaming around, searching for something, more specifically someone, and they were in such a panic state that it was clear that whoever they were searching, it has to be someone really important. You could hear them screaming at each other « where is she ? » or « find her quickly ! » . Their frantic voices echoed through the corridors, fuelling the sense of urgency.

Among them, they were only one person who wasn’t looking as panicked as the other and it was the only female bodyguard in the whole manor. It was an ironic situation because all the men complained about having a woman in their ranks, crying that she would be too sensitive and simply not adequate for this job but looking at the mess that was the manor, it seemed that the real sensitive one were her coworkers. Bada, honestly, couldn’t care less about what they were thinking since she had been personally chosen by the head of the manor, she was always determined to fulfill her duties.

And that’s exactly what she was heading to do right now. Going down the stairs, she ignored all her coworkers asking is she saw her. Bada didn’t need to answer, she knew exactly where the head master was and she didn’t want to leave her duty to anyone else. Bada thought it was her honour to personally find you.

Before exiting the house, she took one of the umbrellas that was always left next to the door but once outside, she didn’t open it, instead she started walking on the pavement. The rain has been pouring for a little while now but Bada didn’t care that her suit was soaking wet. She knew exactly where to go because after a few minutes wandering in the garden, she found you crouching close to a flowerbed.

Droplets of water were dripping from your wet hair and even worse, your pyjamas was completely soaked. If you were to be protected from the rain right now, it wouldn’t change the fact that you were soaking from head to toes but still you felt the raining stopping suddenly. You didn’t need to look up to know who just opened an umbrella above your head.

You spent another few good minutes looking at the flowers that had just bloomed and when you felt your leg starting to get sore, you decided to get up from your crouching position, just for your eyes to directly fell on bada’s eyes.

“You’ll end up catch a cold…” sighed Bada while readjusting her umbrella, making sure that not even one drop of water touched you.

“How could I, when you’re always here to help ?” You said, smiling.

Bada’s cheeks heat up and she broke the eye contact. On one hand, she felt proud that you considered her as someone who could help you but on the others hand, she couldn’t help but feel shy with the attention you were giving to her. She couldn’t stay flustered for too long and tried her best to give her face her usual cold stare.

Unaware, or pretending to be, you led the way back to the mansion.

Once inside and in front of the door of your room, you look behind you to see that Bada was still following you.

“Bada !”

“Yes ?” She said, definitely surprised to hear her name coming from your mouth.

“Are you coming inside with me ?” You said with a cheeky smile on your lips.

“Huh ? No, why…” she started but as if she had been taken out of a daze now, she realised that she was standing right in front of your door but also really close to you, the umbrella still open. She had not really payed to her surroundings, since you were in front of her and in this moment, you were the only thing that matters. Of course, she couldn’t show how bad you affected her thought and quickly closed the umbrella, taking a step back, hoping that her closeness hadn’t made you uncomfortable. “I’m sorry, I overstepped. I will go now.” Bada bow deeply and turn on her heels, ready to go.

However, she felt her arm being dragged in the opposite direction and suddenly she was pulled into your room. “Don’t be silly.” You said with a cheeky smile. “You can come inside whenever you want.”

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After forcing Bada to sat on your bed, you went into your dressing area and started choosing your clothes for the day. Even though you were in your room, you could still hear all of your bodyguards searching for you. You always worried them so much when you took unannounced walk in the garden to watch the flower as the sun rose but you simply couldn’t help it, it was the only soft moment you had in your life as a mafia boss. You were not allowed to show a glimpse of weakness, you had to be cold but still, it didn’t stop all the people in the mansion to appreciate you and cherish you. You knew how much they cared for you and that’s why, when you’ll be dressed, you’ll go down to ease their worries.

But don’t get me wrong, even though you were supposed to not show weaknesses, it was impossible for you to be perfect and, right now, one of your biggest weaknesses, and probably only one, was sitting on your bed, waiting for you to get out of the dressing room . Bada was simply a woman that you couldn’t help but feel attached to. She acted cold and always unimpressed by your smiles but you knew that she cared a lot about you. And it was the same for you. You couldn’t count how many times you had lost yourself in her eyes or how many times a hour you were thinking about her and to be frankly honest, you don’t think she had ever leaved your mind.

From the moment you first saw her until now, you had tried every way for her to open up to you a little. You had given her the special opportunity to be your personal bodyguard, even though you had always refused to have someone so close to you, you had told her all your secret places where she could find at any moment and you had given her way more attention than to anyone.

In the end, you were forced to admit that the feeling that you had for Bada were a little bit more serious than the one you’re supposed to share with a bodyboard.

After choosing a yellow cardigan and skirt in tweed, you took a shower and put them on. You were almost ready to go, you just had to do your makeup and for that you got out of the dressing room to go back to your bedroom where Bada was still waiting for you, in the same spot you had left her.

“Bada, do you wear makeup?” You ask as you were searching for your everyday makeup in your vanity’s drawer, but you obviously knew the answer. She didn’t, her perfect skin was a gift from the sky and not something she spent hours on in the morning.

“I do not.” She answered honestly.

“Although I think you look great the way you are, wouldn’t it be fun to had color on your face ?” You proposed, with a big smile, looking in her direction.

You could see her hesitate. She was probably looking for the best way to refuse without hurting your feelings even though it wouldn’t hurt you since you were just playing.

“I don’t think it would be professional…” She finally said while looking everywhere but at your face.

And to that, you giggle while coming closer to where she was sitting, going as far as putting one knee on the bed and grabbing her shoulder with one of your hand, trapping her under you.

“You’re already in my room what could be more unprofessional ?”

“You practically forced me ! She exclaimed, clearly flustered upon hearing such assumptions. “I’m not the one being unprofessional, you…” the end of her complaint died in her mouth when she felt your hand grabbing her chin.

With a concentrated pout, you started applying your pale pink’s lipstick on Bada’s lips. You really tried for it to look even and you didn’t really noticed the look in Bada’s eyes. You didn’t notice how her cold demeanour had vanished. Neither did you notice how dumbstruck she looked. Perhaps it was because of the way your fingers was touched her, or how focus you were on the task. Or perhaps it was because the attention you were giving to her was making her feel like she was important to you.

After a while, you remove your hand and watch you have just done and doing so made you bite your lips to hold back your laughter. How could you messed up something as simple as applying lipstick ?

Bada noticed your expression and frowned.

“What’s wrong ?” She asked.

“Nothing !” You quickly answered. “It just needs a little touch up.”

She tried to grab the mirror thar you had left on the bed but you didn’t let her, taking it from her hand.

“Show it to me !” She insisted.

“Bada you have to trust me ! Im gonna fix this, just let me grab a q-tip or something…” you said, standing up to go back to your vanity.

But you made the mistake of letting the mirror on the bed. Making sure that you were not looking, Bada took the mirror and immediately grimaced after seeing her face. But the more she looked, she less she could contain herself. The lipstick was smudged and she kind of looked like a clown which makes her laugh.

“I told you not to look !” You exclaimed, coming back but looking at the way she was laughing, you couldn’t really be mad at her. It was so rare for her to laugh so freely.

“Did you not learn how to draw inside the line ?” She laughed.

“It’s my first time doing it in on someone else.” You mumble while fixing the mess you’ve done.

When you were done, you told her to look and this time you saw a little smile creeping on her face.

She didn’t know if she found herself pretty with lipstick but the fact that you did that for her was making her blush.

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You were considered a mafia boss, well, that was what people called you before they saw your face. As soon as people learned that one of the most influential mafia groups had a woman as their boss, you were humiliated everywhere and people called you name like “woman pretending to be a man” or “the biggest joke”.

It didn’t matter to you though, because while they were mocking you, you were making way profit then they could ever dream of. You were running a lot different businesses, mostly illegal, but with the life you had lived, you couldn’t care less about the law, your first goal was to survive and your second was to maintain the empire that helped the people you once were, but this was a story for another day.

Today, you were simply making rounds of the different places you owned. It was long but necessary to do at least once a month to make sure everything was fine and that nothing or no one was causing trouble.

It was now late at night when you arrived at the last place to visit. A casino. Bada was still trailing behind you, looking way more fierce and impassive than this morning. She was still wearing the lipstick you hat put on her which pleased you a lot.

The first thing you noticed when you get inside was the lack of your men in the gambling area. Bada also noticing the same thing quickly asked one of the few man who was still present and quickly returned with an answer to your question.

“It seems like a man was causing trouble after losing his money and multiple men were necessary to handle him.” She whispered in your ear.

“Is he still here ?” You asked.

“Yes.”

“Do you know where ?”

“Yes.”

“Then lead the way.” You ordered.

If Bada looked cold, you had to appeared even more cold. Weaknesses were forbidden and this rule was engraved in your brain.

She led you in a room hidden in the basement and you quickly spot the man who was surrounded by a bunch of your men. He was kneeling on the ground and it seemed like he had been beaten up.

“Was that necessary ?” You asked one of the men present.

“He is way dangerous than what he looks like.” Answered one of your people.

You frowned, wandering how much trouble this man had caused. You took a step forward but your hand was grabbed by Bada. She looked worried and it warmed your heart a lot but right now wasn’t the moment.

“You should be careful.” She said.

“I just want to have a little conversation, don’t worry.” You answered truthfully.

You looked one more time at the man and you noticed that he was smiling and that his eyes were directed at your hands interlaced. You quickly removed your hand and walked until you were towering over the man. He looked disfigured but still his eyes hold as much malice as someone who had entirely control over the situation.

“What an honour, the biggest joke came in person for me.”

You cringed internally. He knew who you were which is odd since usually gamblers didn’t know that they were playing in a casino own by the mafia.

“What did he do exactly ?” You asked out loud.

“He lashed out on our employees and at other gamblers for some reasons. Some of them are in the hospital. We were planning to give him to the authorities but he kept on screaming that he knew this place was own by the mafia.” One of your men answered.

“For some reason ?! The man exclaimed. “All of your game are rigged ! I lost everything !”He screamed. “Do you know who I am ! I am the right arm of a real boss ! I am apart of the Lee clan.”

“Oh ?” You said, smirking. You looked at him like he was a vulgar insect and without containing yourself, you kicked him in the face with your heels. “I don’t care who you are. You’re on my territory now, your clan or your status does not matter.”

This man probably needed his attitude to be beaten out of him and that’s why stepping out of the circle, you ordered with a head movement to take care of him. However, as you going to the door, you felt like a lot of noise was made in the back and it alarmed you.

The man had success to overpower one of you men and as everyone was rushing to him, it seemed like he managed to grab something in the man pocket.

You didn’t see it but you hear it. This familiar sound of a gun being reloaded. They were nothing to shield you with and Bada was too far. She rushed towards you.

Too late.

The man had shot.

The sound of a body hitting the ground filed the room.

But you were unarmed.

Your body has not been the target. It wasn’t you that he was aiming for.

You heard him laugh and saying something but your mind couldn’t comprehend it as you rushed to her side.

Bada was lying on the ground and for you, the rest didn’t matter.

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The birds were chirping but overall everything was quiet in the hospital room. You’ve been here for days waiting for her to wake up. You hadn’t eaten or taken a shower. Your clothes were still covered in Bada’s blood and your face looked gloomy. But you couldn’t go and leave her alone, at least not yet.

Seeing her opening her eyes almost felt like a miracle. Bada grunt loudly, squinting her eyes, trying to acclimate herself to the light. You didn’t say anything and just waited until she noticed your presence in the room.

As soon as she saw you, she sat up but this simple action brought pain to her stomach. She saw your pretty clothes covered in blood and she tried to say something but the only things that came out was a bunch of coughing.

“Lie back down.” You ordered, coldly.

Your voice had taken her aback and you don’t know if it was the fact that she was injured, but she gave you those puppy eyes that showed such a vulnerability that you couldn’t bear. In front of your cold eyes, she couldn’t help but lie back down like you asked.

“What did you do with the guy ?” She asked, trying to make you talk to her.

“You don’t have to worry about this anymore.” You answered with a sigh.

“Huh ? What do you mean ?”

You could read her confusion on her face and it brought pain to your feelings.

“There’s a nice place in the U.S, you’ll be way better there.” You informed her, looking away.

She sat up quickly.

“What !” She yelled but the coughed loudly. She took deep breaths, trying to calm herself. “Did I do something wrong ? Is it because I failed to protect you ? If it’s that… I promise I’ll do better, I…”

“What are you talking about ? You didn’t fail at all… You took a bullet, for God sake !” You exclaimed, standing up, annoyed that she couldn’t get why she needed to go away. That guy did it on purpose, he saw how close you and Bada were and he targeted her to hurt you and while you were busy trying to stop the bleeding, screaming at all your men to call a doctor, the guy had escaped.

“And what is wrong with that ?” Answered Bada calmly. “It’s my job to protect you, I’m your bodyguard.”

“No. You almost die and it’s not your job to die.”

“If it means that you can be safe then I’ll take every bullet no matter what.” She sait with honesty. She then scooped you closer by taking your hand. “Please don’t push me away.” She begged, looking into your eyes.

“If this man is who he is pretending to be then everyone already knows you are.” You informed her, crouching at her level.

“Why is it that important ? I’m just another one of your bodyguards.”

“You don’t get it.” You said, shaking your head.

“Then please elaborate.” She demanded, because at this point she really didn’t get your point and it was starting to frustrate her.

“You’re not just one of my bodyguards. You’re way more important than that to me and they know that too now.” You admitted for the fist time out loud.

Bada was left dumbfounded. She actually didn’t know how to answer. She knew that you loved to tease her and flustered her but she never knew that she hold a special place in your heart. But she needed to be sure what type of special place it was, she didn’t want to live off delusions that’s why, she closed the distance between you and pressed a single kiss on your lips.

You opened your lips in shock and she took this as an invitation to deepen the kiss. You let her kiss you, because you didn’t know what else to do but also because you liked this a little bit too much.

She broke the kiss first and asked, “Was that okay ? I mean…did you want that ?”

It took more than a second to regain your composure.

“Well… hum… yes but…” you shake your head trying to reorganise your thoughts. “My feelings… it’s not the point here. I want you to be safe and for that you need to be away from me so…”

“No need. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Pardon ?”

“I’ll stay with you.” She stated with a cheeky smile.

“Bada, it’s not a joke…”

“I know. But… I like you a lot and I need… no I want to protect you even if I day.”

“You’ll be a really shitty bodyguard if you died.” You chuckled.

In the end, you accepted to let her stay, first because she was so convinced that being with was the best thing to protect you and herself ans second, she admitted that she liked you and now that you knew, you didn’t really want her to be away from you.

You still had a weakness but what was the point in hiding it with such a good bodyguard.

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