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HATE 7: BUTTER (M) I MYG x F!reader

🌙 Pairings YoongixReader

🌙 Genres Mafia!AU, Smut, Angst, Action, Thriller, Enemies to lovers

🌙 Rating 18+ minors DNI

🌙 Summary You were an INTERPOL Agent assigned to infiltrate the depths of the most powerful Gang in South Korea: The Seven Moons. Your objective: to impersonate the daughter of one of their leaders and destroy the operation from within. That is, if they don't discover you first.

And Traitors won’t have the mercy of a quick death

🌙 Warnings For this chapter: mentions of death, drugs and vioence, foul language, mentions of organized crime.

🌙 A/N At no time do I (the author) encourage this activity in life, it is important that you know that the criminal acts in this book are that, a crime, as well as harmful to health and should not be romanticized. This is all a work of fiction for entertainment. Keep studying, stay away from drugs and if you are sensitive to this topic you better continue in the next chapter.

Love, Ria

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HATE 7: BUTTER (M) I MYG x F!reader

"Smooth like butter, like a criminal undercover Gon' pop like trouble breaking into your heart like that, ooh."

Shipping Port, Incheon Bay, South Korea.

The cold wind whipped through the shipping dock, sending chills down the spines of those unfortunate enough to be present. Under the dim, flickering lights, Suga stood in the middle of the warehouse with a menacing aura.

It was so quiet you could probably hear a pin drop on the other side of the dock.

Everyone knew it was the calm right before the thunder.

You see, Kim Namjoon was raised to be Kim Dohan’s right hand. He took charge of all the business matters of the clans. Meeting with corrupt government officials, blackmailing the police chief and practically having most of Seoul’s most important CEO’s practically eating from his palm.

But Suga was not only the clan's trafficker.

He was his father’s shadow.

And shadows ruled the underworld.

Every thug, gangster, trafficker, hitman.

They all knew him.

They all feared him.

That is why today he was on a mission to find out who had betrayed The Clan.

As simple as that, the Leader wanted a name.

And revenge.

His father told the rest of his brothers that Suga he would be traveling with him to Russia to retrieve the gun shipment they recently lost. As if the situation wasn't absurd enough, there were whispers of the rival Chinese clan, the long-extinct "Jade Dragon.” was the one behind it.

Yes, in quotes.

Suga didn’t buy any of that bullshit.

That, and the fact that his father wanted to keep today’s mission a secret from his own brothers.

Well.

That told him his father was suspicious of something too.

The night from two days ago was far from ordinary. No one who valued their souls would ever try to cross the Seven Moons or the Devil himself: Kim Dohan. Nevertheless. A shipment that was supposed to contain an arsenal of illegal firearms had instead arrived filled with dirt.

And don’t forget the dragon head.

Made of gold and real jade.

A little too dramatic for Suga’s taste, if you asked him.

Everything around it was fucking suspicious.

All of Asia knew, Kim Dohan had personally made sure to wipe out the Jade Dragon twenty years ago, and Suga knew well enough that dead snakes couldn't bite.

That is why he was going to spend the night interrogating a shivering, terrified security worker who claimed to have seen something the night before the shipment arrived. The man's eyes darted around nervously, as if expecting to find a savior in the shadows. But the only thing the night held was darkness and the malevolent laughter of fate.

"I-I swear, I saw it, Mr. Kim!" the security worker stammered, his voice barely audible. "Your brother, he was there! Talking to three other men… They looked Korean, not Chinese!"

Suga raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned in closer to the trembling man. "My brother, you say. Isn't that interesting? I wonder which one of my six brothers could have been here" he said, his voice dripping with dark sarcasm. "Tell me more about these 'Korean' men."

The security worker gulped, trying to recall the details as sweat pooled on his forehead. "W-well, they were all dressed in black, and they… they had this sinister air about them, like they were up to no good."

Suga laughed, the sound rich and full of mockery. "Oh, men in black with a sinister air? How very illuminating! Like they were up to no good. Did you hear gentlemen? Like anybody here is actually up to anything good" The rest of Suga’s men laughed with him. He leaned back and crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing the light of a fire illuminating his scar. Making him look like a sadistic prince from hell. He walked closer as he studied the man before him. "You wouldn't happen to be leading me on a wild goose chase, would you?"

"N-no, sir!" the security worker squeaked, desperation etched on his face. "I swear, that's what I saw! And your brother, Mr. Kim there is no way I would not recognize him "

Suga sighed, rolling his eyes as if he were dealing with a particularly annoying child. "Fine, I believe you," he said, his voice dripping with insincerity. "But if I find out that you're lying to me or leading me astray, just remember that I have a penchant for making people... disappear. So from now on, everything out of the ordinary that you see. You’ll report back to me. Do you understand?"

The security worker nodded frantically, sweat now pouring down his face. "Y-yes, sir! I understand!"

As Suga turned away, he couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. One of his brothers, conspiring with mysterious Korean men, and shipments full of dirt instead of guns.

Life was nothing if not a dark comedy.

And he was simply waiting for the punchline.

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Serendipity Club, Itaewon, Seoul South Korea

Park Jimin’s Club was Opulent.

Tonight serendipity is packed with more people than usual, it's not every day you see all so many of the young leaders in the same place and that was an event for the nightlife in Seoul.

To be able to meet one of them in a situation like this was a strike of good luck. But six in one place, it was almost a divine sight to meet those beautiful men all dressed in sharp designer suits, their hair perfectly styled. They are laughing and joking, clearly enjoying themselves. The VIP lounge of the club was filled with clansmen and bodyguards.

You were watching them from the other side of the glass door. In that moment you can feel the weight of the situation on your shoulders. You are here to gather information on the Seven Moons clan's activities in Seoul, and you know that any misstep could be deadly.

What happened last night with suga was Only that. A means to an end. Nothing more than you doing your job and collecting information.

You noticed that the six leaders were surrounded by more alcohol than a horde of twenty-something frat kids could consume and enough dope, courtesy of one of Suga’s shipments, to put them all in rehab.

Today the seven Moons were going to have fun.

They were going to celebrate the arrival of their heiress.

And what a way to welcome her to the clan.

In that private room there was enough money to pay for an entire college degree.

At Harvard.

About 30 times.

Or fund a small country.

Anything was possible for the Seven Moons.

From the giant window that adorned the room they could see what was going on below them on the dance floors. They were surrounded by more opulence than the mansion at Versailles, with huge crystal chandeliers and sculptures that cost a fortune. Leather sofas and mahogany tables. The walls are adorned with paintings and sculptures, all of which look like they were purchased at a high price.

Or stolen.

But everything was classy at Park Jimin's club.

Even the small trays where they served a fine white powder were made of gold, with the symbol of the clan.

Class and style.

People used to say that this was Mount Olympus and up there resided the Gods. But no commoner could see what went on inside their VIP room.mSomething that was quite convenient if you stopped to think about the kind of entertainment that went on from time to time behind those security gates.

Of course, also the occasional murder or torture. With prior permission from the owner and of course you had to swear Park Jimin you will not stain the new upholstery.

Normal stuff.

“Hey Hyung, let's serve another round of shots for everyone” exclaimed Jungkook over the sound of the music raising the bottle of Vodka towards Jhope, who smiled openly feeling the bubbly effect of one of his favorite pills.

“Shots for everyone!” shouted the older one, pouring some of the contents of the glasses he had just poured. The others toasted with them, it had been a long time since they had had fun together and the night was just beginning “So Park, what time will the show start?” Jin asked with one of the club owner's angels sitting right next to him.

“Hyung, please don't torture us with your dance steps today” Jimin joked and the eldest of the seven moons replied with a light punch on the shoulder.

“Easy boss, Jin-ssi's dance steps are my favorite” your attention is drawn to the woman sitting next to the oldest of the seven on the table. She is stunning, with long black hair and piercing eyes. She looks regal, like a queen holding court. You realized she was one of Park Jimin’s angels and couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sympathy for her, knowing that she is being used as a pawn in this dangerous game.

Her big cat eyes and sensual body were covered by her elegant black dress. Jade was a femme-fatale who loved the adrenaline rush of working for The Seven Moons.

Don’t be mistaken. Nothing was obscene in Park Jimin's club.

He was famous for never allowing any of the attendees to get rough with his angels, not even his own siblings.

Everyone followed the rules.

Unless they wanted to be beaten out of the club.

Or turned into a bloodstain on the marble floor.

That's why people literally killed themselves to work there, it wasn't just the money they made or the protection of the clan.

Park Jimin’s angels were independent, they could come and go as they pleased, they belonged to no one. Unlike other places where the women and men who worked in that world did not have the same luck.

Jimin knew that sincere loyalty was much better than fear. The angels were happy and so were their customers. The money kept flowing and so were the secrets. A job well done you could say.

“Shit, if she's an angel kill me now and I'll die a happy man” The comment from one of the clansmen at the next table made all the moons turn to look at you as you crossed the sea of bodyguards to make way to where they were sitting.

Your skin glowed under the Serendipity lights, your hair cascaded almost reaching your waist. All your curves and long legs could be seen to perfection thanks to how short the satin dress she was wearing was.

Versace, something very appropriate for a...

“Goddess, she's no angel," Namjoon's deep voice answered her before taking another sip of Whiskey without taking his eyes off her, "And she's completely out of reach for all of you... unless you want to lose the hand you're touching her with."

You mentally cursed Anya and Garam for convincing you to wear that piece of fabric that was called an excuse for a dress and left nothing to the imagination. You didn't even want to think about how much it had cost

Of course, an agent's salary would not allow you to pay for even one of the earrings you were wearing.

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“Today is your formal presentation in Seoul’s underworld. You can't go wearing these nun school rich girl dresses. Please” Anya had told you when they were still in the Boutique “Besides, Namjoon gave you his black credit card, let's call it retribution to justice”

“All for the sake of good and justice” You had sighed in surrender and the two women jumped up and down in celebration.

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“Welcome to my club, Miss Lee, if you want to have a good time in this boring city” Jimin greeted you with a kiss on her hand “This is your home” You noticed that the man had made different colored locks in his hair, if anyone else had tried it he would probably look ridiculous but for some reason he looked amazing.

Jungkook surprised you with a hug as he approached the table “Noona, you look very beautiful tonight” a mischievous gleam crossed the younger man's eyes “You must promise to dance with me first okay?”

“No, this is my club. Miss Nari Dances with me” Jimin opened his eyes, offended as he continued to argue with his brother.

“I'm sorry children, but I'm the eldest. It is a show of respect and tradition. I would be the first one to dance with Miss Lee.'' Jin interrupted both of them with a matter of fact tone. The three of them began to fight and laugh among themselves. At first you found the behavior of these mobsters, who were usually too serious and respectful, too strange.

But then you saw some little bags with colored pills on the table and raised an eyebrow.

Ah, ecstasy.

You noticed that Namjoon was still staring at you sitting with his arms outstretched on the couch rest “Nice dress, Lee Nari.” the penetrating gaze of the clan's second-in-command made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up “Can I invite you a drink?”

Smiling, you nodded “Pour me whatever you are drinking, Kim Namjoon” As you sat next to him you realized at that moment that they were going to ask you to try anything else on that table.

You can't help but think about the dangerous position you were in. Accepting to use drugs with the clan is a slippery slope that you know very well you shouldn't even consider. But you need to maintain my cover, and the pressure to fit in with the clan is intense.

So you had to play along, even if you knew it could go horribly wrong “Also, you can share with me whatever you are on right now”

“I didn't know you liked Molly, but I guess there is enough of that in the pretentious universities of America” Taehyun's turn to speak had been listening to you silently watching your every move, as usual.

“That's true, we like to have fun at pretentious colleges in America” you replied by dropping the pill on your tongue and shrugging your shoulders. You got up and took Namjoon’s hand to walk to the center of the dancefloor. With the other brothers joining you right behind.

As the music fills the room, you feel the heat of the Right Hand's body pressed against yours. You dance together, your bodies swaying in sync, but your mind is far from the moment.

Here 's the thing.

You knew perfectly well the dangerous game you were playing right now. Letting yourself loose when you knew perfectly well that every man in that room was heavily armed. You learned during your training back in the headquarters that this was a show of trust inside the Clans.

You had to play your part to perfection. Because men let their guard down when they feel free.

And if they feel free they start talking.

Which reminded you. Your team in France has not responded to your last message, and you find it odd that my boss, the Lieutenant, did not warn you about the arranged marriage between Mr. Lee’s daughter and one of the seven sons.

Your heart races as you realize that you are in deeper than you thought. The consequences of being caught are simple: One misstep and you will be dead.

As the song comes to an end, Namjoon leans in close to you, his eyes burning with intensity. "I need to go outside for fresh air. By myself." he looks surprised for a second but then he turns around and barks an order to one of the bodyguards to take you outside, and you feel a mix of fear and excitement ripple through you.

You are led by one of Namjoon’s bodyguards across a sea of moving bodies and gangsters to get to an emergency exit in the back of the VIP room. You go down the stairs and once you are at the door the man tells you you have 5 minutes.

The pounding music and flashing lights of the club faded behind you once you stepped outside.

That’s when you saw him leaning against the wall, a cigarette between his fingers. You noticed that for the first time you’ve seen him he was wearing a suit. Hair sleek to the back. His deep black eyes stared directly at you.

That was the last thing you needed to see while high on molly.

“Yoongi”

You almost whispered, approaching him carefuly. “What-”

“You look surprised, little flower. Like if you just saw a ghost. Were you expecting someone else” He interrupted you and you felt a shiver down your spine.

You could feel the effect of the drug spreading through your bloodstream “No, you're exactly the person I wanted to see tonight” Your words were sincerity mixed with alcohol. He took a step closer and you felt his hand tugging at the fabric of your dress that covered your hips.

Why do you have to be so fucking beautiful?

The man let out a laugh and held her tighter by the waist “You're going to have to share with me whatever they gave you upstairs, little flower,”

Did you say that or did you think it?

Suga brought his lips to your ear. So close you could feel their ghost touch on your skin “It has to be pretty good shit. For you to admit that you think I'm fucking beautiful and I don't want to be left behind in the fun” You gasped and he gave you one of those devilish smirks you were starting to like.

“Weren’t you supposed to be in Russia?” You said eyes locked in his “And miss all of today’s fun. No way in hell I would miss you in this dress, pretty flower. But before she could respond, he stepped closer, his hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair from her face. "You're a beautiful woman, Lee Nari," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous.

Ah, fuck it.

You were in too deep on the effects of the pills mixed with alcohol.

Probably what you were thinking at the time was a terrible idea.

But the effects of the drug made you feel so damn good.

And Suga usually had a mysterious aura to him, something dark and alluring that attracted you to him.

Like a moth to a flame.

You had burned before.

And you really liked the pain.

You took another pill that you had hidden on your dress and placed it on your tongue. You knew that she was playing a dangerous game, but you couldn't help the attraction you felt for that man. In a moment of impulse, you leaned in with your hands reaching up to tangle in his hair.

And kissed him.

Kissed him as if you were alone in that place full of people.

As if you couldn’t be seen by absolutely everyone who was there.

The effect of the drug deliciously amplified the sensations and you could swear that the Suga’s lips tasted like chocolate strawberries, your favorite dessert.

“You're getting me in trouble little flower." said the man As you broke apart, you could see the surprise and suspicion in his eyes.

“Good thing I love trouble," but before you could move again a hand grabbed Suga's arm, pulling him away from you.

Turns out your five minutes were up and the bodyguard had gone upstairs to tell Namjoon you were kissing his brother outside of the club.

Didn’t snitches get stitches in this clan?

Or lose a finger or something.

The Right Hand eyes were looking directly at you. He was furious, you could see the veins of his neck pop, blood rushing through them filled with anger.

Oh you’d fucked up.

Big time.

Now the both of you were really in trouble “May I know, what the fuck are you doing here, you bastard?” Namjoon grabbed two fists full of Suga’s shirt.

“Having fun like everyone else at this party, or isn't that what we all came here for, Daddy's boy?” replied the older one with his sarcastic chuckle.

“Call me that one more time and I'll break your fucking face” Namjoon so close to Suga's face while he looked amused by his reaction.

As if he had been waiting for it.

“Oh your majesty, I'd love to see you try....”

Before chaos could form the rest of the siblings approached to separate them. You were still standing in the middle of the two, unsure if you should try to calm things down.

But you knew you’d only make it worse.

“Let's calm down a little, you know the rules: no fighting in my club - Jimin intervened trying to calm them down a little “If you are going to break each other's faces or measure each other's dick or whatever it is you are doing right now. Do it somewhere else” he finished with a tone of authority.

Kim Namjoon might be the right hand of the clan, but this was Park's kingdom. But it didn't help anyway...

“You just love to play with what doesn’t belong to you, don't you?” Namjoon responded in a mocking tone.

To that you raised an eyebrow, you were nobodies. But before you could speak Jhope put a hand on your shoulder giving you a sympathetic look “Not now, princess Nari” he whispered.

Suga grabbed the hand that was still holding him by the collar “Are you sure of what you’re saying, Kim? Do you want me to remind you who you are and who I am?”

You had a feeling they were no longer talking about you. But all you could do was look at them terrified realizing that you had provoked something you couldn't stop.

They both meant much more.

“I'm going to kill you tonight, you son of a bitch” Namjoon growled and Suga had a smirk on his lips but the expression of his eyes wanted blood.

“Hope, take Miss Lee out of here. That's an order” Namjoon said without looking at you.

The young gangster approached you with an apologetic look “I'm sorry princess Nari, but we'd better go” He took you by the arm to take you out of the place and ushered you to a SUV that was already parked and ready for you to leave.

“I knew you'd be trouble." Taehyung whispered as you passed him.

Your eyes stung from tears that were trying to come out.

You felt humiliated.

You had screwed up completely.

Suga was your fucking weakness and your needed to get him out of her system.

The faster this mission would be over.

Faster she could get away from all of this.

And away from him.

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HELLO!! BEAUTIFUL INTERNET PEOPLE.

I have a confesion to make: This August D concept photos are making me feel things. What a good moment to be alive honestly. Because I would gladly let gangster August D Kill m... Ahem.

Here's another confession. Butter is actually one of my fav chapters, because its all the build up to the real deal of the story. But I got inspired by the pictures of this beautiful, beautiful human and decided to add a new scene to the chapter.

For the ones who don't know Hate is actually a story I've aready finished on wattpad and I am translating (from spanish) and cross posting it here on tumblr. Also, the original story is actually an OCxSuga and not a reader POV. But I really am enjoying this changes. I hope you guys enjoy this story as much as I am enjoying writing.

There is so much more to come and I am excited to show you!

For the ones who are interested, the tag list is open If you want to be on it you can leave a comment or send me an ask! 💌💌

Tag list: @allamericanuniverse @drunkzseok

Love, Ria.

#bts fanfic #bts smut #bts suga #bts imagines #bts mafia au #bts yoongi #yoongi #yoongi smut #bts #bts au #bts jhope #bts scenarios #bts namjoon #bts fic #bangtan #bts icons #bts jungkook #run bts

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hazmatazz · 2 months

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pick a follow up to smooth like butter from a variety of songs that i may or may not listen to 👍

#babble #smooth like butter

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cricketwrites · 1 year

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Thank you so much ;o;

mmmmMMMM I LOVE THIS. Good taste. SAY LESS >:3

(Also I went a little wild with this one, and got really chaotic LOL)

GIF by kin-sama

Sanji:

-Sanji would probably struggle a bit with his internal emotions

-I hate to say this, but gender and sex (as in gender assigned at birth) does change things a bit for him, at least at first

-Eventually he does some thinking and realizes that he’s a dolt and he would love you no matter what, he just loves YOU

-We stan a self aware king

-Now that he’s gotten over that, his focus is on planning a perfect confession

-Like roses, candles, a nice meal, it's a whole event

-The other Strawhats try to help make this perfect for Sanji

-Except for Luffy, who didn’t get it, and Zoro, who couldn’t care less LOL

-Luffy must be kept away from the nice food

-He will eat it and he will feel no remorse

-NOW ONTO THE ACTUAL DAY OF THE EVENT

-Sanji is dying inside

-He is terrified but very excited

-He sets everything together, Usopp helps keep Luffy distracted, Nami and Robin hang around just in case

-Zoro is in the Crow’s Nest sleeping, completely unbothered. Literally could not care less

-Now, Sanji goes to find you, it’s going well

-He’s being smooth like butter (like criminal undercover IM SORRY I HAD TO-)

-Spending some quality time together, maybe taking a little longer than he intended to

-You two were having fun talking!

-He leads you into the beautifully decorated galley (aka ship kitchen/eating area)

-Aaaaand the food is gone.

-Nothing left.

-Sanji.exe has stopped working.

-”WHAT HAPPENED ;O;”

Sanji ^

-It was Luffy. He got bored faster than usual and ended up eating the food.

-You couldn’t help but laugh, he tried so hard.

-Give him a hug and tell him it’s okay

-He breaks down and ends up rambling about how he wanted this to be perfect because he wanted to show you that despite his biases he wants to be the best man he can for you and how he loves you so much and-

-He freezes.

-THIS WAS NOT HOW THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO GO.

-You kiss his cheek and tell him that it’s okay, you love him too.

-He cries a little Im not gonna lie.

-You and Sanji are a power couple.

-Things Sanji likes about you? Everything.

-He can’t simply name one thing because he fell in love with you as a whole, not just because of one trait

-Despite his misgivings, he is very devoted and very sweet

-If someone misgenders you (and youre okay with it, of course!) he will gently correct them once or twice

-More than twice, he tends to get annoyed and think it’s intentional

Sabo under the cut!

GIF by legitimateluffy

Sabo:

-Sabo, my beloved.

-He tends to notice people who stick out from a crowd

-Someone who dresses unique, someone who stands out because they’re so outgoing, or the opposite, someone who sticks out because they’re so quiet

-This doesn’t mean he won’t notice you, just that those are the people his eyes tend to drift to!

-I mean look at his brother. Ace walks around shirtless with a cowboy hat and shorts, with his really dorky ASCE tattoo.

-Listen I LOVE Ace but I can’t take his tattoo seriously

-Personality wise, he loves when people who have strong beliefs and adamantly defend them

-His name isnt Sabo the Revolutionary for no reason

-He doesnt mind if you’re loud or quiet, he can appreciate and love both

-You being nonbinary is interesting to him!

-He knows that there are people who come from all walks of life, so he really enjoys getting to know you!

-If someone misgenders you by accident, he will either rely on you to handle it or he will gently correct them himself. It depends on what you are OK with.

-He can be very protective though, he worries about you a lot

-Sabo is traumatized so he definitely can be a worrier

-To put it lightly

-He is vastly different from Sanji, so he comes to the realization that he loves you a LOT faster

-Less soul searching more simping

-He takes you to a very pretty place, sets out like a small picnic or something

-Something meaningful yet quick, since he tends to be busy and may need to leave right away

-But he still wants it to be meaningful and memorable

-When you accept, he just goes ._. for a minute

-He didn’t expect you to actually reciprocate

-What was he expecting?

-He didn’t think that far ahead!

-He loves you so so much and is so happy that he can be with you

I wasn't planning on posting something else today, but I absolutely HAD to do this, it's so cute and fun. I hope you enjoy!! Ask Box: Open! ~Cricket <3

#sanji x reader #sabo x reader #one piece imagines #one piece x reader #one piece fluff #sanji imagine #sabo imagines

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danipedrosas-boatest · 21 days

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OH THAT OVERTAKE WAS

SMOOTH LIKE BUTTER LIKE A CRIMINAL UNDERCOVER

#libby live blogs f1 #japanese gp 2024

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i-like-omori · 8 months

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“hey (insert bts member here maybe jimin??? idk whose in bts anyway) i need you to go on a top secret spy mission”

“alright boss”

(gets to spy mission)

“SMOOTH LIKE BUTTER LIKE A CRIMINAL UNDERCOVER”

everyones marching along to a war song or something and just you hear faintly

"SMOOTH LIKE BUTTER"

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linkemon · 16 days

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Butter (Forger Loid x Reader)

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ʟᴏɪᴅ ɪꜱ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴇᴅᴇɴ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍʏ. ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ᴀɪᴅ - ᴀɴ ᴏʟᴅ ᴀᴄǫᴜᴀɪɴᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀ ꜱᴘʏ - [ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]. ɪɴ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀɴʏᴀ, ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴇᴀɴᴜᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴠᴏᴜʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴘʏ ᴡᴀʀꜱ…

ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:

ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ɪɴ ᴇɴɢʟɪꜱʜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ. ɪ ᴛʀʏ ᴍʏ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀɴʏ ᴛɪᴘꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇᴅ.

"Smooth like butter, like a criminal undercover Gon' pop like trouble breaking into your heart like that" Butter BTS

Anya obediently held her father's hand as she slowly trotted through the sunny city. There were so many things happening around her that she didn't know which way to look. In the orphanage, she rarely went outside. If so, it's usually a dirty yard. The buildings she was looking at now did not resemble the view from the small window of the old tenement house. They were big and colorful. She smiled broadly. It was definitely a fun day.

— Where are we going? — she asked, tugging lightly on the sleeve of his suit.

— To the kiosk. To get the newspaper. — Loid adjusted his hat and turned into another of the many streets.

— [Reader] is a good informant. She'll definitely get some information about the school.

It wasn't like Anya wanted to eavesdrop on others' thoughts. Sure, sometimes she really tried to do it on purpose and usually succeeded but it was usually without her control. That's why she didn't like crowds. In large crowds of people, her power went a bit crazy. There were times when she heard too much at once. That's why she was glad to go to a less crowded.

She looked at dad. Ask him? No, she couldn't. She would have to explain to him what was going on. He would have realized that she wasn't completely normal and he would have given her back. If she wanted to stay with him, she had to get into school. This was important to his mission.

She strained her head. Informant... Informant... Informant... Someone like that was definitely in an episode of Spy Wars. She just couldn't quite remember which one. She usually focused on what Bondman was doing. After all, he was the coolest hero of all. He shot, defeated enemies and saved the princess.

— Good morning. — Forger entered the small shop.

The bell above the door jingled a few times, letting the owner know that a customer had arrived. Loid took off his hat out of politeness, looking around the shelves. He looked at Anya with a significant look. She furrowed her brow in thought but soon realized what he meant.

— Good morning! — she screamed.

— Hello, nice to see my regular customer! — The saleswoman immediately stopped reading the book and seemed to perk up.

Anya looked at her closely. She had gray hair. Her face wasn't yet wrinkled like the orphanage counselor's but she leaned on her cane from time to time.

— Dad, how do you know the old lady?

— Anya, that's very rude. You shouldn't say that. Apologize — Forger sighed.

— It's okay. — The lady behind the counter laughed loudly.

— It's a good sign. My cover is working. And I thought that with my beauty I wouldn't be able to pretend to be an old woman. Checkmate, headquarters!

Anya widened her eyes in disbelief. It must have been the whole informant. The longer she looked at her, the more small details she noticed in her disguise. Her hands were very young. And in one place above her ear the colour of her hair was slightly different than the gray that dominated her head. She wasn't old at all. She was just pretending. The little girl felt a surge of pride. She figured it out herself.

— You must be Anya? Mr. Forger told me a little about you. — The woman smiled friendly.

— My name is Anya Forgerzzz. I'm this years old. — She lifted her fingers neatly. — And I like peanutz very much.

[Reader] looked at the little girl. She had to admit she was adorable. Maybe not quite perfect for this mission, judging by Twilight's report but she should be able to handle it with a little help. To which she herself was to contribute significantly.

Eden Academy didn't accept just anyone. Known for its demanding course of education, it expected wealth, knowledge, good manners and elegance from students. It quickly eliminated families that didn't fit in and there was no chance of returning. You only had one chance to try to get there. Her professional friend — Franky — entrusted her with obtaining information about the school, as well as the main target of the mission — Donovan Desmond. She had to pass it on somehow, so she bought a small building a bit from the center. Running the kiosk was extremely boring. People usually stopped by to get their newspapers early in the morning. After that she was off almost all the time. Seeing Twilight reminded her, as always, of other, more interesting times, when she was still training to become an agent like him. Did she regret changing her profession? Maybe sometimes, when she almost fell asleep out of boredom, poring over the pages of a novel to pass the time. However, she had little choice. An injury in the last year of training eliminated her from the game. Working as a spy would strain her leg in the long run. So she took the informant course.

Twilight hasn't changed much since his student days. Already in his first year he was promisingly good. The closer he got to completing his training, the more he proved he was perfect for the job. Now, working on the Strix, he has become his profession's best hope for peace. A lot of people were jealous of [Reader] for getting the chance to work with him. Some of her friends from work bothered her to ask him for autographs on their behalf. She disagreed, answering evasively. He didn't like it and didn't have much time. She didn't want to bother him with such trifles. Even if it made her look like a mean friend in the eyes of others.

Women were still crazy about him. Both those in the field, at the headquarters, and those that he had to use for his missions. [Reader] wasn't surprised at all. He had a kind of charisma but he could also be sensitive when needed. However, this was usually seen in purely work-related matters. She had the feeling that few of them really knew him. She wanted to believe that she was some kind of exception. She never forgot how one of the first days no one could complete the obstacle course. They were the only ones who stayed longer to try again. Once during an exam, the boy made a wrong turn and almost hit broken equipment. Maybe he could save himself from the sharpened rod, maybe he wouldn't — it was hard to tell how well his tired body could handle it. Then [Reader] appeared out of nowhere, pulling him up. For a long time he couldn't believe that she had messed up her almost perfect score to help him. Since then, they started talking to each other. Sometimes the girl thought about whether what was between them was still friendship or whether the boundary had been crossed. The answer never came and in her senior year the relationship faded as [Reader] changed her career path. Which didn't change the fact that it was still really nice to see him, even from time to time. They usually worked far from each other, in different parts of the country. However, there were joint missions like this one.

— There should be some left around here. — [Reader] started rummaging through her old-fashioned purse. — Butter peanuts. I think you'll like them.

— Thanks! — The little girl's beaming face let her know that she must really like this delicacy.

The man immediately realized what was going on. It was a packet of [Reader]'s favorite flavour. She had carried at least one with her since her student days. It wasn't for sale. He tilted his head slightly, as if scolding her for spoiling the child and giving away her things.

— Today's special edition. — [Reader] pulled out a newspaper from under the counter.

She gently tapped her fingers against its surface and if it weren't for her mind reading, Anya would never have realized she was conveying a secret message:

— Half of the answers to the exam. You have to wait for the rest — the woman spelled in her mind.

The girl stuffed peanuts into her mouth, feeling mounting excitement. It may not have been exactly shooting with a gun but she was involved in some real spy work. Almost like in Spy Wars!

— You should visit us for afternoon tea sometime. Preferably as soon as possible. Maybe this week? — Forger handed Anya a tissue to wipe her mouth.

— I have a lot of things to do but I'll see what I can do. — She looked at him uncertainly.

— I don't know if I can get these answers that quickly — she tapped with her fingernail again.

— It's not about the mission. We didn't see for a long time — he tapped.

She stared at the shelves, trying to keep her face neutral. She thought her feelings had faded after so long. So why was she so happy about this invitation? The answer led to only one conclusion: forgetting didn't work out at all. Maybe it would be easier to get over it if he changed or was less handsome. Meanwhile, she had the impression that he was still the same. Every time she saw him.

— We should go now. — Loid grabbed the little hand sticky from all of the nuts. — Goodbye. — He bowed and put on his hat.

Before leaving, he gave [Reader] a second longer look than he should have. He looked like he wanted to say something but then he looked at the baby and decided against it. He took Anya in his arms.

— Bye Bye! — The girl waved as she left the store.

She felt like sleeping almost immediately. She rubbed her tired eyes. It was a day full of new surprises. She didn't have time to take a nap. She cuddled up to her dad. On the border between wakefulness and sleep, she sometimes heard people even when she didn't want to. This time it wasn't different:

— How long do I have to wait for the tram...

— How boring this job is...

— Damn! Attack? Right now?

This last thought, picked out from a sea of others, successfully woke her up. She strained her mind, trying to figure out where it was coming from. She was horrified to discover that the chaotic words were coming from the building at the end of the street they had just left. She felt panic. How was she supposed to let anyone know what was going on?

— Just a moment and it will be over. We must have these documents. — The unfamiliar voice sounded menacing, echoing in her head.

— I want peanutz! — she blurted out as loudly as she could.

Loid looked at her, raising an eyebrow.

— You just ate the whole package. If you're hungry, I'll buy you dinner.

— No no no. — She stamped her foot. — Peanutz! — She turned her head towards the kiosk, as if that would help her figure out whether the informant was still alive.

— Listen. — The man crouched down, lowering himself to her eye level. — Too much sweets is harmful to children...

— Anya wants peanutz now! — she shouted louder than last time. And she did something she saw from other children on the street. Every time they wanted something very much, they took a deep breath and started crying. She followed their example, attracting the attention of all passersby.

She didn't feel well with her snotty nose and face covered in tears. That's why she was happy when she got a handkerchief.

— Okay, okay. We'll buy them on the way home, how about this? — Forger asked conciliatingly.

— NO. Butter peanutz from an old lady! — Saying this, she pulled Loid by the sleeve towards the kiosk.

The man sighed heavily. He knew perfectly well that [Reader] had no more packages. However, he was fed up with the glances given to him by random passers-by. So he let the little girl guide him to stop her from crying, at least for a moment.

He didn't expect what he saw in the store when he crossed the threshold again that day. Anya probably didn't either because she stood there like a pillar of salt, staring at the man behind the counter. He stared at the store owner. [Reader] must have lost her wig in the heat of battle. A fresh scar marred his cheek. She must have been hit hard. She dropped her old lady cover, pointing her gun at her attacker. Someone else's muffled voice came from behind the door of the small storage room. He probably had a gag on his mouth.

[Reader] glanced back quickly. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Twilight.

— I thought I'd have to shoot this guy. How could I get two people out of here alive without blowing the cover?

— We came for nuts. We didn't want to disturb your game of thieves — Loid said, trying to save the day. The little girl couldn't have known that she was a spy. This could ruin the entire mission.

— If only Anya wouldn't find out...

The girl gave him a quick glance. Now she had to act a little stupid.

— Are you playing robbery? Anya wants to play too. Can I have a gun?

— Of course! And in the meantime I'll take care of the second evil guy, what do you say? — suggested the woman.

— Great! — said the little girl, taking over the weapon. — Handz up!

The attacker looked at her as if he wanted to say something but eventually closed his mouth.

It was like a Bondman action movie. She felt herself almost shaking with excitement. Of course, she had to pretend she didn't know what was going on but it was still like in her favourite series. She wasn't disappointed with her dad. She knew from the beginning that if she allowed him to be adopted, sooner or later she would experience his dream.

Twilight gave [Reader] a slightly horrified look until her lips moved in silent communication:

— Fake gun.

Immediately after, she opened the glove compartment, revealing a slightly injured man. The agent wasted no time in dialing the agency's number. Someone had to come and get them as quickly as possible. Considering he made the call as part of Operation Strix, the staff needed to get here as quickly as they could. It wouldn't be so easy for an informant to quietly take out these two enemies. Especially still living.

He stepped deeper into the closet and looked at the man with a critical eye. He made sure no one was looking at him and then hit him with a right hook. A soft moan was effectively muffled by the gag.

— This is for [Reader] — he whispered towards the already unconscious person. Afterwards, he straightened his suit and joined Anya as if nothing had happened.

— I went to check the back room but [Reader] doesn't have any more nuts — he said, taking the gun from his daughter.

— What nuts... — began the girl, who had completely forgotten why she supposedly came here. — I mean... That's a realz pityyy. We will buy in different store.

— We have to go. Say goodbye nicely.

— You're great! — Anya quickly ran to [Reader] and wrapped her arms around her waist. — Can we play like this again sometime?

— Sure — the woman replied, smiling slightly. She hugged the little girl tightly, watching as Twilight knocked out the guy she had been holding at fake gunpoint with one punch. — I'll come over for tea sometime. And I'll definitely bring some butter peanuts...

#forger loid x reader #spy x family x reader #anya forger #oneshot x reader #peanuts #butter bts inspired #loid forger #reader #twilight

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cringecorekitty · 8 months

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Smooth like butter, like a criminal undercover Gon' pop like trouble breaking into your heart like that

Cool shade, stunner, yeah, I owe it all to my mother, uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh im sad suddenly :)

#chat noir

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thatwritercricket · 2 years

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Hiya, Cricket! May I please request some of your finest romantic headcanons for Sanji and Sabo with an afab non binary reader please? Like what traits made the boys fall for her/them, and how they confess to their s/o. Thank you very much for your time, stay awesome!

Thank you so much ;o;

mmmmMMMM I LOVE THIS. Good taste. SAY LESS >:3

(Also I went a little wild with this one, and got really chaotic LOL)

Sanji:

-Sanji would probably struggle a bit with his internal emotions

-I hate to say this, but gender and sex (as in gender assigned at birth) does change things a bit for him, at least at first

-Eventually he does some thinking and realizes that he’s a dolt and he would love you no matter what, he just loves YOU

-We stan a self aware king

-Now that he’s gotten over that, his focus is on planning a perfect confession

-Like roses, candles, a nice meal, it's a whole event

-The other Strawhats try to help make this perfect for Sanji

-Except for Luffy, who didn’t get it, and Zoro, who couldn’t care less LOL

-Luffy must be kept away from the nice food

-He will eat it and he will feel no remorse

-NOW ONTO THE ACTUAL DAY OF THE EVENT

-Sanji is dying inside

-He is terrified but very excited

-He sets everything together, Usopp helps keep Luffy distracted, Nami and Robin hang around just in case

-Zoro is in the Crow’s Nest sleeping, completely unbothered. Literally could not care less

-Now, Sanji goes to find you, it’s going well

-He’s being smooth like butter (like criminal undercover IM SORRY I HAD TO-)

-Spending some quality time together, maybe taking a little longer than he intended to

-You two were having fun talking!

-He leads you into the beautifully decorated galley (aka ship kitchen/eating area)

-Aaaaand the food is gone.

-Nothing left.

-Sanji.exe has stopped working.

-”WHAT HAPPENED ;O;”

Sanji ^

-It was Luffy. He got bored faster than usual and ended up eating the food.

-You couldn’t help but laugh, he tried so hard.

-Give him a hug and tell him it’s okay

-He freezes.

-THIS WAS NOT HOW THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO GO.

-You kiss his cheek and tell him that it’s okay, you love him too.

-He cries a little Im not gonna lie.

-You and Sanji are a power couple.

-Things Sanji likes about you? Everything.

-He can’t simply name one thing because he fell in love with you as a whole, not just because of one trait

-Despite his misgivings, he is very devoted and very sweet

-If someone misgenders you (and youre okay with it, of course!) he will gently correct them once or twice

-More than twice, he tends to get annoyed and think it’s intentional

Sabo under the cut!

Sabo:

-Sabo, my beloved.

-He tends to notice people who stick out from a crowd

-Someone who dresses unique, someone who stands out because they’re so outgoing, or the opposite, someone who sticks out because they’re so quiet

-This doesn’t mean he won’t notice you, just that those are the people his eyes tend to drift to!

-I mean look at his brother. Ace walks around shirtless with a cowboy hat and shorts, with his really dorky ASCE tattoo.

-Listen I LOVE Ace but I can’t take his tattoo seriously

-Personality wise, he loves when people who have strong beliefs and adamantly defend them

-His name isnt Sabo the Revolutionary for no reason

-He doesnt mind if you’re loud or quiet, he can appreciate and love both

-You being nonbinary is interesting to him!

-He knows that there are people who come from all walks of life, so he really enjoys getting to know you!

-If someone misgenders you by accident, he will either rely on you to handle it or he will gently correct them himself. It depends on what you are OK with.

-He can be very protective though, he worries about you a lot

-Sabo is traumatized so he definitely can be a worrier

-To put it lightly

-He is vastly different from Sanji, so he comes to the realization that he loves you a LOT faster

-Less soul searching more simping

-He takes you to a very pretty place, sets out like a small picnic or something

-Something meaningful yet quick, since he tends to be busy and may need to leave right away

-But he still wants it to be meaningful and memorable

-When you accept, he just goes ._. for a minute

-He didn’t expect you to actually reciprocate

-What was he expecting?

-He didn’t think that far ahead!

-He loves you so so much and is so happy that he can be with you

I wasn't planning on posting something else today, but I absolutely HAD to do this, it's so cute and fun. I hope you enjoy!! Ask Box: Open! ~Cricket <3

#vinsmoke sanji #sanji x reader #sanji imagine #sabo x reader #sabo imagines #sabo #sabo x you #sanji x you #one piece imagines #one piece x reader #one piece headcanons #one piece #sabo the revolutionary

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